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cvntrlseecvntrlvee · 3 months

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home is where the heart is

↠ pairing: wonwoo x reader ↠ genres: fluff ↠ word count: 900~ ↠ a/n: thinking abt bestfriend!wonwoo today 🥺 also ty to @hannieween who always reads all the little drabbles i type into her inbox, that’s how we ended up with this. she also helped write part of it, the an at the bottom will explicitly say which bits!! hope you guys like it uwu

bestfriend!wonwoo who keeps you company after your break up with your shitty ex boyfriend.

bestfriend!wonwoo who lets you lean on his shoulder while you guys watch the latest episode of bake off and you’re ugly crying with a tub of ur favourite ice cream.

how he tries to distract you the next day by inviting you to play mario party because some of the boys are over and he doesn't want you to wallow in your room by yourself.

the way, after the boys leave, he takes you into his arms while on the couch and letting you snuggle into the warmth of his chest as you sniffle a little. wonwoo smells like fresh laundry and he rubs a comforting hand up and down your back.

to you, wonwoo was home.

this is basically yours and wonwoo’s dynamic haha.

and he would never admit it out loud, but he honestly loves it. he loves as you ramble mindlessly, asking him pointless questions about nothing and everything at all. he remains quiet, but every now and then he’ll say is that so? setting you off on another tangent.

you laugh at your own jokes, which makes him laugh as well. it's the kind of laugh that makes his nose scrunch and makes him push the rim of his glasses up a bit.

and when ur away for the weekend, visiting ur parents, and wonu is home alone, the silence is deafening, and he misses you.

he misses you during breakfast, how you'd grumble about having to go to work and rant about the woes of capitalism and the five day work week.

he misses you when he's rewatching the previous episode of bake off on the cold couch alone, and how you'd be telling him about the history of shortbread and something about an alliance between scotland and france.

he misses you when he's out walking the dog after dinner and how you'd be talking his ear off about every little thing that happened to you that day, in chronological order.

wonwoo's life is quiet and greyscale when you're not there and he misses the colour of your laugh and your smile and the sound of your voice.

one night, he finally convinces you to go out to the movies with him. you've been feeling better lately, and you can't remember the last time you cried about your ex.

he buys you the biggest tub of popcorn, making sure the worker slathers it with extra extra butter (even though he knows its gonna give him a tummy ache later). and he watches you fondly as you try to choose between the buncha crunch or mike and ikes (his two favourites) before settling on both.

he also gets you a cola slushie, but your hands get cold from holding the cup, making you clasp them together between your thighs when you finally go to sit down, and he wishes, god how he wishes, he could just grab your hands to warm them up a bit.

you guys decide to see the latest action movie, a genre which you love, but sometimes you can't handle the blood and gore that comes with it. so when the bad guy's about to get sliced to hell, wonwoo quickly throws his hand up to cover your eyes.

you grab his hands to move it away because im a big girl, wonu, i can handle a little blood (except your pants are on fire and you absolutely cannot) but he knows this and does not budge.

and when the scene is finally over and he moves his hand away from your face, you're still holding on to it, not letting go

wonwoo sends you a look but you've got ur eyes glued to the movie, as if holding his hand is a normal occurance (it's not) and you're not freaking out like wonwoo currently is (you are, in fact, freaking the fuck out).

wonwoo settles back in his seat, loving the way your hands feel around his and laces his fingers with yours. you keep his hand in your lap, squeezing everytime sometimes stressful or surprising happens on screen and wonwoo rubs back and forth on the back of your hand when you do.

when the movies over, you still don't let go of his hand, and neither does he. not when you’re picking up ur bag to sling over your shoulder, not when he's picking up the empty food boxes to throw away, and not when you're walking home together in the cool of the night, as you rehash the movie ending, swinging your hands between you when you get a little too excited with your theories

you're both still unwilling to let go of each other's hands when you make it back to your shared apartment, as wonwoo keys in the door code, and it isn't until you're in the hallway, in front of your two bedroom doors, that you realise neither of you want to ever let go.

so you don't.

you let wonwoo hold onto you tightly while you tell him you had a lot of fun tonight and he replies saying he always has fun when he's with you. and you get on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, both of your cheeks warming up.

and it isn't until then that wonwoo let's go of your hand, choosing to instead grab your face with both of his and leaning down to kiss you sweetly

wonwoo tastes like a mix of movie theater butter, fruity candy and salted chocolate.

and best of all, wonwoo tastes like home.

a/n: this is my first time writing something in this sort of format! let me know what you think!! also the first part aboutt he rambling and the bit aboutt he cola slushie are courtesy of v, she's really fab and you all should go read her writing 👀👀👀

here are some lil extra bits that i didn't put into the drabble but i still think are cute to think abt hehe

gif 1 by @jeonsupershy // this wonu when he finally gets the girl he's loved all his life

gif 2 by @meowonhao-main // this wonu when you shyly nod yes to wonu asking you out to a real dinner date

this wonu (yes, im obsessed w this photo leave me alone) when you climb into his lap to snuggle after a really shitty day at work

this wonu when you whine that his kisses are too sweet and you want him to kiss you like a man

this wonu when he's about to ask you to marry him and legally be stuck w his loser gamer ass for the rest of ur life

u when u say yes because he's YOUR loser gamer ass and u love him so SO much 🥺🥺🥺

#seventeen fic #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fanfic #writing #mine #title: home is where the heart is #author: cvntrlseecvntrlvee #band: svt #member: wonwoo

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myabsurddreamjournal · 5 months

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Fate (part 5)

Soldier boy x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.

....

it was their first week here, the cheap motel room they booked with her money.

the walls were gray and a bit dirty, there was two beds and a small tv, and microwave. It was maybe one of the worst motel rooms in the city but felt like heaven for her after 2 years spent in lab.

For Ben, well he didn't say much, She realized shortly after coming here. Well there were times, where he speaked and even joked, asking her questions or answering her questions. But it was limited. whenever she asked something about his past, or he remembered something, He would suddenly stop talking and stare at wall without blinking, deep in thought. Afraid of triggering his PTSD, she kept her mouth shut even she wanted to listen and talk to him about it.

He was outside in the first day, coming back with his bag looking heavier at evening, saying he paid a visit to old friend. She didnt asked what was in the bag, thinking he would show it sooner or later.

At night they laid side by side in the beds. Almost 1 meter between them. She would think that he will be vanished in the morning, that he was a dream.

but he was there everytime. Looking at her sometimes. Sometimes asleep. She evem felt him adjulsting her blanket one night, Covering her feet. She felt no fear, which was so weird for her, not being afraid of someone who would explode at any second. And it confused her,

somethings about her confused Soldier Boy too.

......

She was applying makeup, a cheap eyeliner and lipstick, that she bought from a store today, after seeing her reflection on the mirror for the first time, she felt a bit self concious around Ben. Her skin were dull from bad diet and lack of sunlight for years. Unlike Ben, who looked perfect even with that hair and beard, or being there for 40 years.

well, he was Soldier Boy after all.

With this thoughts in her mind She applied lipstick on her cheeks too, and liked the effect.

putting down the lipstick, she looked at her hair, It looked lifeless like her skin and grew too long for her taste. She was thinking about cutting it for the last 2 or 3 days.

She decided to do it. picking up the scissor from counter. And started.

.......

After about half and hour, While she was cleaning the sink Soldier Boy knocked the door firmly.

she opened the door:

"-oh, im sorry do you need to use bathroom?" she said looking at him, he was wearing giants t shirt and sweatpants she bought for him from thriftshop, Homelander drink can in his hand. He looked almost normal,

Instead of answering he looked at her face.

Her hair was shorter now, (He never liked on women, thinking it made them look like man.) Her cheeks and lips pink. Eyes brighter.

But it was okay on her, beautiful even. He found himself thinking this often in last days.

But this wasnt like anything he felt before, and it made him so confused, he had affairs with countless women, they literally threw themselves on him. And he was attracted to them. Loved their curves, long hair And their femininity. The way his heart beated fast when they were close to him.

But she...

she was another story.

He didnt really give shit about anyone before, Never felt bad about things he said or did. But he found himself holding back last days. Whenever he was angry around her,

Because he hated the way she jumped in her chair when he raised his voice, angry at news about attacks on the tv.

He never wanted to see her like this.

He wanted to protect her.

He wanted to be close to her (in a different way).

Hide her in his arms from the world that she was so afraid of.

Lost in his thoughts he didnt realize he was staring at her face, and not answering.

-"Ben? are you alright?"

-"Yes doll, i was wondering what were you doing there hiding?"

-"I wasnt hiding, i was cutting my hair."

-"It looks nice"

-"Thank you." she said. Looking at floor.

the silence was awkward, so she smiled at him and got back the cleaning,

After watching her for a while he asked suddenly;

-"You can cut my hair too?"

He wanted her to cut his hair?!, Her heartbeat quickened.

Hearing it, Soldier Boy smiled softly. She blushed harder when she remembered that he was hearing it.

-"y-yes sure i used to cut my brothers hair all the time. You want me to cut it now?"

-"Yes doll."

-"Okay, you need to sit here." she pointed the old chair.

He walked towards it, her heartbeat was getting quicker.

-"calm down doll im not gonna eat you."

-"s-sorry i just still cant believe you are awake."

-"you sure this is the reason?", he winked.

-"yy-eah."

she picked up the towel from counter quickly, wrapping it around his shoulders.

He took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing, this was one of the weird things about her too, Making him calm whenever she touched him.

When she started to brush his hair with her fingers, He couldnt help the sigh that left his lips, Closing eyes. This felt good.

After few seconds, he tried to stiffen his posture, not letting his guard down, but it was impossible.

-"Where is your brother now?" he asked suddenly, eyes still closed.

-"he is gone." she said. He could see sadness taking over her face even his eyes closed.

well he felt like shit now.

-"back there, i felt this." he said then, trying to change the subject. He needed to wipe that sadness off her face

-"felt what Ben?"

-"Your hands, touching my face"

-"I-it was for checking your body temperature y-you know, i-its the easiest wa.-"

-"sure thing doll" he said, winking again, smiling at her who looked like a tomato.

-"im sorry if it made you uncomfortable Ben,"

-"It, didnt."

it was far from uncomfortable actually, like being touched by an angel, made him feel warm even for a few seconds.

but he didnt tell her that.

....

20 mins later their hair was mixed on the floor, dark brown and light brown together.

-"You like it?" she asked, taking off the towel from his shoulders

-"Yes doll," he said patting her head. "You will be the only one to cut my hair from now on" he said, smirking.

She smiled at him, looking at the floor again.

-"O-oh i almost forgot, i bought razors for you, your beard i mean, if you want to shave it of course." She told him as he was about the leave the bathroom

-"how you like it? do you think i should shave it?"

-"y-you look good both ways."

-"you too", he said looking at her hair.

taglist: @deans-spinster-witch@mfnqueen1@ponypickle@butchers-girl@verypostcrown @angelbabyyy99 @6asm0ne @uncle-eggy

notes: Next part too will be about their days in motel (they will get closer!) then we will see butcher and hughie :)

#soldier boy x you #the boys #the boys imagine #jensen ackles imagine #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #jensen ackles

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george-weasleys-girl · 6 months

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Im not the best with ideas but likeeee omg for kinktober you should totally do size kink! I feel like Fred would be better for that because he seems the type to tease and be kinda mean that reader is like small and shorter than him but and also like he's shoulders are more broader than George's and it's like omg 😵‍💫 but you can do whichever twin you'd like im not picky lolz anywhooo just a little idea if you don't like this idea or don't feel comfortable I totally understand :) Have a great dayyyy!!<333

Pipsqueak

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: not much of a plot, smut, fingering, intercourse, cursing

18+ only

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Y/N was busy counting inventory when an arm flopped down on top of her head. "Hey there, pipsqueak," Fred teased. "You know, it's great how you double as my girlfriend and as an armrest."

"You're blocking my sun, skyscraper," she deadpanned and started her counting over.

"I'm sorry, what was that you said?" Her boyfriend cupped a hand to his ear. "I can't hear you from all the way down there."

Y/N ignored him and restarted her counting for a second time.

He flopped his other arm on top of the other and leaned against her. "I really should try to clone you as an armrest," he joked. "Sale them in the st -"

Y/N cut him off, whirling around to face him. "If you make me lose count one more time, I'm gnawing your fucking kneecaps off!"

"Ooh, somebody's feisty this afternoon," Fred grinned and pressed her against the wall. "I like it when you get feisty."

"Fred, I don't have time for this," she argued. She tried to slide around him, but his long arms pinned her in. Then, he slid a hand beneath her skirt. "Your pussy says otherwise. I think it's remembering how much fun it had last. How many times did you cum? Three, was it?"

Y/N bit her lip, holding back the moan that threatened to escape, then cleared her throat. "I need to get this done. I don't want to be here all night."

Her boyfriend moved closer, towering over her. "I'm the boss," he looked down at her, dominating her solely with the magnimity of his body. "And I say you should take a break." He pushed her panties to the side and shoved a finger inside her. "Now." She gasped, clenching around his finger, and her clipboard clattered to the floor. Fred smirked. Putty in my hands, he thought and began unbuttoning his pants.

His cock was rock hard and leaking precum. He pulled his finger out of her and spread her juices around the tip with a soft groan. "Up you go," he mummered in her ear, lifting her up with one arm and then sliding her down onto his cock in one fluid movement. Y/N moaned at the sensation, sending a quiver of pleasure straight to his dick. "Oh, fuck," he groaned in her ear, pumping into her with long, slow strokes, determined to enjoy every inch of her.

Using his weight to keep her against the wall, Fred let his hands roam all over her body. "Oh god, you feel so good," she gasped. "Fuck me harder, baby." He shifted slightly to spread his legs wider, allowing him to thrust into her with more power. She bit into his shoulder to muffle her scream as he buried his face in her neck, unable to stop the litany moans falling from his lips. The last thing they needed was someone walking in on them. Not that it would've mattered at that point anyway. They were both too far gone.

"I'm close," Y/N moaned.

"Me too, baby," he grunted, his hips slamming into hers. He slid his hand down to finger her sweet spot. "Fuck yes, Fred!" She cried out, pulsing around him and pulling him over the edge with her. He pushed deep, groaning, as he spilled himself inside her.

Fred leaned against Y/N, his forehead against hers while they caught their breath. "Still planning on gnawing my kneecaps off?"

"Nah, I'll let it slide," she grinned. "But just this once."

He chuckled, stepping back and easing her down to the floor. "Good?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, pushing down her crumpled skirt. "A bit better than good, actually."

"See, I told you, you needed a break," he said, then bent down to kiss her. "Damn love, you need to get some platform shoes or stilts or something before I throw my back out trying to give you a kiss," he teased, giving her a cheeky grin.

"Hey now!" She said, putting her hands on her hips. "You better watch what you say. Those kneecaps of yours are still in the danger zone."

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @charmedfandomgal @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman @Havenater1920 @jelloangela @whotfskai @netflix-addict @lunacurlclaw

#fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #hp fandom #hp universe

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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hiiiiiiiii honey <3 could we get a blurb about bug telling steve about jonathan’s outburst towards her after he took the pictures of nancy and steve’s reaction to learning about it???? it would be so so appreciated by me <3 you’re the best ever <3 MWAH

(i am being held against my will to write this jonathan sweetie im so sorry) (i love u val) (u are evil)

i know this isnt necessarily what u MEANT but ,,, ive been dying to expand upon bugs kindness and how it may seem annoying and pathetic, but its hers ! its her kindness !!!

enjoy <3

"no way you guys havent wanted to strangle each other at least once." steve remarks one day as he watches you and jonathan work side by side at the cash register.

jonathan had been bored today and decided to join you and steve at work, something that you're very happy about, honestly.

"oh, ive definitely wanted to strangle jonathan," you say, writing down a new shipment receipt while the boy next to you doodles.

steve rolls his eyes. "old married couple squabbling doesnt count. im talking, like, full on betrayal and hurt here. you guys are always so... you, and it has to be an act."

jonathan snorts. "shouldve seen the fights we had last year. surprised y/n didnt kill me with her bare hands."

"i dont believe you."

"no, hes right." you look up at steve. "he threw a jacket at my face last year and then told me we werent family the night he took those pictures of nancy. then cried in my arms like a day later."

steve stares at you, shocked.

"i also then slept in nancys bed and lied about it. and tried leaving you behind a few times."

"that you did," you flick jonathans ear, causing him to wince in pain. "you deserved that."

"i did."

during this entire exchange, steve hasnt said a single word. hes still stunned, baffled by the fact that jonathan could be so cruel to someone so wonderful.

"wait a second," he looks between you and jonathan. "and youre still friends?"

"yeah." you both say at the same time.

steve cant fucking believe it. you do anything and everything for jonathan, that much is obvious, and sure. steve has seen jonathan do small acts of kindness towards you, devote the same back, but to throw a jacket at you and belittle you? and now here he is, joking about it alongside you. as if it was all okay in the end.

"youre too nice sometimes, y/n." the words leave steves lips before he can stop them. once he realizes what hes said, he looks up at jonathan and panics. "sorry, man. im sure you guys talked it out and... yeah."

jonathan shrugs. "no, youre right. she is and i was dick."

"im right here, you know."

steve winces. "sorry."

"its fine, honestly." you go back to scribbling shipment orders. "i am indeed too nice, but i dont ever really see the point in holding a grudge? i mean, jonathan apologized and i understood the stress he was under. sure, it didnt erase all the hurt he caused, but after almost dying immediately after being mad at him for not including me in something... i dont know. it felt silly to hold onto that anger after. childish, even."

jonathan and steve share a look, for once both seeming to think the same thing.

shes too good.

you hate that they do this. you hate that people view your kindness as a weakness. after the hell youve been through, long before monsters even came to hawkins, youve learned the hard way just how rare kindness is.

now you try to be kind to everything and everyone, no matter what it may cost you.

the kindness is yours, no one elses.

and if that makes you weak, then at least it made you better.

you tear two pieces paper from your notebook, scrunch them up into balls, and then throw them at steve and jonathan. "stop pitying me. im kind and i love that aspect of myself. i dont care if it makes me vulnerable or pathetic. its a piece of me, and i wouldnt change it. if you dont like it, then that belittles me even more than emotional outbursts ever could."

jonathan sighs. "youre right, bug. youre a very kind and lovely person and its what makes you a joy to be around, paper balls and all."

steve plays along. "definitely a better super power than spider-man, dare i say."

"okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves now," you giggle, appreciative of both the boys. they may not understand or like the way you view the world, but theyre at least trying.

its all you could ask for.

even if steve later on that day pulls you aside to whisper, "i think i can kick jonathans ass this time, if you ever need it."

and its enough.

#southelroy #ask #come home blurb #set in between seasons 1 and 2 #m speaks #m's writing #bug lore #wdtai insight #bug is the quote #and so i try to be kind to everything i see #and in everything i see #i see him #thats bug #and its what makes her so beautiful

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mikashisus · 3 months

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Arsonist’s Lullaby

“you got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds”

summary: You had won your Games at the mere age of fourteen. The days of the arena still haunt your memories, even years after it all had happened.

Now, you find yourself back in the arena, fighting for your life a second time as you struggle to grasp the reality you’re living in.

pairing: genshin x fem!reader

content warnings: lots of blood and gore, heavy angst, character death, panic attacks, ptsd, su!cidal thoughts, su!cide attempts, feral behavior, hallucinations, hospitals, alcohol and drug use

other disclaimers: genshin hunger games au, mc is known to be unhinged bc of trauma, xiao & lumine are katniss & peeta here, mentor venti, a few andrius mentions, fluff and hurt/comfort

ch.1 wc: 4.9k

author’s notes: y’all gonna hate me once this fic ends, cause im killing off a lot of the characters. im sorry in advance.

it took me so long to decide who to include in this fic & who would be part of what district. i included a few of my ocs in here too!

i adore the relationship i created between venti and the mc. it’s literally just father daughter dynamic, but venti is also the mc’s safe space. he understands her so well and knows exactly how to calm her down when she has outbursts.

i couldn’t decide on a singular love interest, so there’s multiple. most of them will die though (sorry not sorry).

plot follows catching fire and mockingjay! there are a few mentions of previous events just for plot purposes.

cross-posted on ao3!

CHAPTER I: silent brewing of a storm

This victor party could’ve been way better than it was. The drinks were bitter, the food was bland, and the outfits were way more extravagant than you would’ve liked.

It almost made you sick thinking about it. You downed another glass of beer and hoped with all your might that you’d get so blasted that you couldn’t feel any nerve in your body.

This was all for show: the parties, the dresses, the accessories… all of it. You hated it here in the capitol where all eyes were on you. You wanted so badly to go back to your home in district seven, to fall onto your couch and cuddle your cat close to your chest as you cried and prayed that you wouldn’t have to spend another day here in the capitol— that you could live the rest of your life peacefully.

You knew that was an empty dream.

Grabbing yet another glass to drown your sorrows, a hand pulled it from your grasp just as the rim was about to meet your parted lips.

“I think that’s enough alcohol for one night, huh wolfie? I’m surprised they let you off the leash.”

That voice. A headache began to pound against your skull. Of course your mortal enemy had to come and ruin your already sour night.

“Go away, Ajax.” His name felt like a burden on your lips. Upon hearing your slurred words, he frowned.

“Now now, if I let you go on your own, you’d drink the last of the capitol’s reserves. You’d finally catch up to Venti,” he joked, taking a sip from the glass he had snatched from you. His face twisted in disgust. “Gross. What is this?”

You rolled your eyes. “Beer.”

Ajax made a disgusted noise as he placed the glass on the table you were leaning against. “How can you stand that stuff?” he asked, watching as you shrugged. “Does that alcoholic mentor of yours have you addicted now?”

Venti was your mentor— a former victor, and a man who had won his games at the age of twelve; the first year his name was put in. He was the youngest victor in history, which naturally gave him a surplus of popularity within the capitol. Now, he was well into his early thirties, yet his youthful glow still lingered. He didn’t look a day over sixteen.

How? That was the world’s greatest mystery.

Scanning the room, you found him passed out on one of the tables, a wine bottle still clutched tightly in his limp hand that hung off the side of the table. His cape and vest were long gone, discarded elsewhere in the room as he was left only in his corset, dress shirt, and dress pants.

You awkwardly turned away from the sight. When he was mentoring you, it had been hard to get him to be serious. when he was serious, he was the best mentor the capitol had ever seen.

He was way better than Ajax’s mentor, that was for sure. You had only met Skirk once, and in those five seconds, she had completely blasted your self confidence to bits. Needless to say, you prayed on her downfall after that.

“Nonsense,” you spoke, your voice hoarse. “Venti could drink the entire nation’s supplies in one gulp if he could. Drain the entire capitol’s wine industry to the ground.”

Ajax snickered into his glass of red wine before taking a more lengthy sip. He sighed in relief afterwards and handed the empty glass to a nearby waiter. “Can’t argue with that. Hey, how ‘bout we get out of here, huh?”

You sent him a teasing look. “You sure you wanna get involved with me? According to Andrius, I’m dangerous.” You grabbed a glass full of beer and chugged it down before making your way over to Venti.

It was true. Andrius, an older man who had been Venti’s mentor for his games, had an impeccable intuition. As soon as he had laid eyes on you in the capitol, he didn’t hesitate to tell you and Venti that you would be incredibly dangerous if you ended up winning your games. Except… there was no “if” when he told you.

Confidently, he stated in a rough voice,

“You will be so dangerous that even the capitol won’t be able to control you.”

Venti had told you that Andrius told him the exact same thing before he entered his games. You later found out that Decarabian, the man who had mentored Andrius and was now long gone, said the exact same thing to Andrius.

You guessed it was tradition for mentors in your district to tell their tributes that. You didn’t yet realize how much weight that statement held.

Ajax followed you, chuckling all the while. “Yeah, I’m well aware. I saw your games. I know you killed eight people at once with an axe and a net. I also know you went batshit crazy after returning from your games. What was the exact word the capitol used? Ah yes, feral.”

You sent him a glare before you lugged Venti off of the table. He pulled the table sheet with him, hitting the floor with a loud thud. You winced at the sound and slapped him over the head with flowers that were previously in a nearby vase. The man startled, babbling on about beer as he began to wake.

“Leave, Ajax— Venti! Get up, you fucking embarrassment! Everyone in the room is staring at us!”

They really weren’t, but you were so used to eyes being on you, that you had a permanent paranoia. You grabbed Venti’s arm and attempted to pull him off the floor. He hiccuped as he stumbled, his half lidded eyes staring at you as you draped one of his arms around your shoulder.

He smiled when he realized it was you. “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite victor! Can I have another beer?”

“No.” You didn’t bother saying goodbye to Ajax as you led Venti towards the exit. “But you can have water when we get back.”

Venti grumbled, only to brighten up again at the sight of a certain white haired gentleman. He waved happily, “Kazuha! Hello!”

Venti hadn’t mentored Kazuha, but they were closely acquainted because Venti was always fussing over you like a mother hen. It was quite adorable that he was so protective over you, but it also felt like he was smothering you at times.

You smiled softly as you made eye contact with Kazuha. You and Kazuha had back to back games. After yours, the capitol considered putting you down like a dog because of how feral you had gotten. However, after your outbursts had slowed down and gotten more under control, they just barely allowed you to live.

If it weren’t for Venti and Andrius advocating for your cause, you most likely would’ve died.

Kazuha’s games were a year after yours. Venti came to you with the idea of mentoring Kazuha shortly after you had started calming down from your trauma. The memories you had wouldn’t go away that quickly, but at least you were learning to cope in a healthy way.

You didn’t like the idea of being a mentor at first, especially since you were so young. You didn’t know the first thing about being a mentor, and you weren’t very good at talking to other people. Venti encouraged you to try, and he co-mentored Kazuha with you since you were so uncooperative.

But because he wasn’t assigned as an official mentor for Kazuha, there were certain times where he couldn’t help you with the right words to say or tell you how to comfort Kazuha. You were on your own, and you eventually got the hang of mentoring, even if you still weren’t the best at communicating with others.

You were always thankful for Kazuha’s patience with you. Not once did he yell at you or tell you that you were doing a shit job. Not once did he push you away or insult you behind your back. Not once did he criticize you or laugh when you relapsed because something triggered you. Instead, he was calm. His presence was comforting, and he always knew what to say to you. He was a good listener, and he was patient. He never crossed any boundaries and he was always kindhearted, even if the games had messed him up the same way they did to you.

Kazuha was the only tribute you mentored, and also your favorite. You understood why Venti acted the way he did with you. It was because he felt the same way towards you, even if you caused way more trouble for him than Kazuha did for you.

The boy in front of you smiled gently as he held your gaze, crimson eyes softening at the sight of you. “Do you want help?”

You snapped out of your daze and shook your head. “It’s okay, but thank you. I got him. He’s my responsibility after all.” You chuckled softly.

Kazuha nodded, though you knew he didn’t believe that you could handle this on your own. After all, you looked just about ready to punch Venti in the face because he kept tugging on your arm. You absolutely despised being touched, but you tried not to mind it when it came to Venti.

You knew his love language was physical touch, and so you were smothered in hugs and forehead kisses before your games. However, after your games, you’d lash out at the mere ghost of a touch on your skin. That resulted in more than a few doctors being killed.

Right now, you were fighting off every voice in your head that was screaming “danger” and tried to focus on just getting Venti back to his room in the hotel you two were staying in.

Kazuha stepped forward, “Are you sure? I don’t mind helping—“

Something in you snapped as you squeezed your eyes shut and shouted, “I have him! I said I’m okay!” You panted heavily as your chest heaved. When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see that Kazuha was still standing so close to you.

Instead of running away like anyone else would’ve done, he simply smiled warmly at you— sweet and full of kindness. “Okay. At least allow me to go with you just in case.”

A little shaken up, you nodded. Your hands trembled as you continued to lead Venti out of the party venue and outside. Kazuha followed, keeping a reasonable distance from you.

After you safely got Venti into his hotel room, you sighed heavily and collapsed onto the couch, your gown billowing as you did so. A little annoyed at how the fabric itched your skin, you tore the dress off, now being left in your silk chemise that you wore underneath the gown.

Kazuha picked up the gown, gently folding it over the back of the couch. He sat down in a nearby chair, giving you your much needed space. After awhile, you broke the silence that settled between you both.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I didn’t mean to yell back there.”

This happened often, way more often than you would’ve liked. It happened a lot with Venti because he was so persistent, but he was also calm and patient. If he set you off, he’d be right there to calm you down too. He’d apologize and sing comforting songs that made you relax.

Kazuha shook his head. “You don’t need to apologize, I understand.”

After years of being by your side, he learned how to handle any outbursts you have. He first learned how to when you were mentoring him. Both of you had been fifteen at the time.

You would be triggered by something so easily back then. You couldn’t even walk freely because of it. An escort would always be with you, keeping a close eye on you and ensuring you didn’t accidentally kill someone again.

Kazuha had never feared you, even when you lashed out at him a few times during your mentoring. Something would trigger you and you’d leap into an outburst. Nearby peacekeepers would try to interfere, but Venti and your District escort, Signora, would hold you down to the ground and tell security that they had it under control.

Even though you were severely unstable the entire time you mentored Kazuha, somehow someway your mentoring had led him to winning his games.

You could still remember even now, his petrified expression once he realized he was the last one in the arena, and how he broke down into tears the moment you saw him directly afterwards. You could still remember how he hugged you, clinging onto you like a lifeline.

His tear stained face dug into your shoulder, and you turned your back to the cameras so that he could cry in peace. You put your hand on his head to ensure he had at least a little bit of privacy as he cried, and you held him tightly with your eyes squeezed shut until he finally pulled away from you and mustered up a small smile.

You had told him that he didn’t need to force himself to smile, that he could cry into your shoulder as much as he needed to. He shook his head, saying that his tears had already dried up. That was obviously a lie, as when you went to leave him that night, he scrambled out of bed and begged you to stay with him. His voice had been so shaky when he told you he was scared of being alone because of his traumatic memories in the arena.

You stayed with him every night until the pain got somewhat better. Due to your own experiences, you couldn’t sleep. You’d stay awake, staring up at the ceiling and being a comforting presence for Kazuha if he had a nightmare.

The games had affected him almost the same way they did to you. There was one huge difference though: you left the games as a killer, while he left as a survivor.

You had killing tendencies after your games, while he was left with nightmares of someone targeting him. The both of you had very different types of trauma and dealt with it in two very different ways, but you stood by each other through it all. And now, you could confidently call him your best friend— besides Venti.

As Kazuha left for the night, promising that he would check back in on you in the morning, you made your way back into Venti’s room. The man was sleeping soundly on the bed, the covers all askew and one of his legs hanging off the side of the bed. You smiled at the sight and sat down next to him.

You pushed his bangs away from his face and gently placed a kiss to his forehead. Tomorrow, you’d help him nurse a hangover, and you’d be there right as he woke up, just like he always was for you.

The train ride back to District 7 was more than peaceful. Due to your sensitivity to loud noises, Venti and Signora decided to take their constant arguing to another room while you and Kazuha sat in silence.

The white haired man across from you was wearing a pair of glasses while he skimmed through a book. After his games, his eyes were banged up real good and he had to get glasses for things like reading.

You always thought they looked good on him, which made him feel better about wearing them. Silently studying the man in front of you, you noticed his cheeks beginning to turn a faint shade of pink.

Kazuha was undoubtedly very pretty— so pretty you found yourself staring at him for long periods of time whenever you were with him. He usually didn’t mind, or at least, pretended like it didn’t bother him. It really didn’t bother him, but it made him quite flustered.

He should’ve been used to the staring by now, but the truth was that he wasn’t. He softly cleared his throat and avoided your gaze, “Everything alright? Do you want me to go get Venti?”

The fact that he knew you so well to the point where he knew when you needed Venti made your heart melt. You meekly shook your head.

“No… I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” he muttered.

He was able to tell whenever you needed Venti’s support. There was always this look in your eye that told him that you needed Venti to be with you at that moment, and you were currently making that face despite telling him that everything was alright.

Venti was your safe person, your lifeline. If anything was wrong with you, he’d always be right by your side in a heartbeat. It made Kazuha feel a little pang inside his chest, even though he knew that you didn’t see Venti that way. That you and Venti were more akin to a father and daughter dynamic than anything.

Kazuha met your prying eyes. “I’ll be right back-“

“I said I’m fine!” you called after him, a little agitated that he wasn’t listening to you.

He waved you off despite your protests, and Venti was rushing in a second later, his eyes blown wide with worry and panic and his heart beating fast. He had thought that you had one of your outbursts again.

As soon as he saw your relaxed form, his shoulders relaxed and he let out a huge sigh of relief. “You had me worried something happened again,” he muttered before taking a seat next to you. You immediately moved to curl into his side like a cat.

You weren’t a huge fan of physical touch unless you were the one initiating it because of past trauma. Often times, you opted for no physical touch whatsoever, even if it was something so small as holding hands or a brush of a touch against your skin.

The smallest bit of touch could set you off on most occasions. It could have you screaming and gasping for air, clouding your brain with one word: danger.

Venti understood this, and so he never initiated anything with you. If he wanted to give you a hug, he wouldn’t unless you asked him for one. If he wanted to kiss your forehead, he wouldn’t unless you told him he could. He was always careful, making sure not to trigger an outburst or send you into a panic attack.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Venti huffed, “I don’t mean to scare you, but if you so much as look at anyone the wrong way, the peacekeepers won’t hesitate to put you in chains again.”

You knew what he was talking about.

After your games, you had gone a little batshit crazy because of your trauma. You refused to let any doctors treat you because you were scared of being touched. Venti and Signora had tried to hold you down, but it only made matters worse.

It wasn’t until they realized why you were making such a fuss that they tried to calm you down, but at that point it had been too late. Your brain was already clouded and filled with thoughts of getting away from whoever was touching you. You were seeing them as threats, and they didn’t know how else to calm you down other than sedate you.

When you woke up, you were strapped to the hospital bed, which made things even worse . You screamed and kicked, until Venti had rushed in with a panicked look on his face and a kind smile. The familiar sight made you relax a little, just enough for him to distract you from the doctors who were just trying to do their job.

You were deemed too unstable to be left alone, and so Venti decided to join you in Victor’s Village. He lived with you for the next two years, and his comforting presence was what helped you to find healthy coping mechanisms.

For an entire year after your games, you were put in chains because of your tendencies to lash out at anyone who got within five feet of you. You had killed multiple doctors by that point, and when the capitol attempted to turn you into their plaything, you absolutely lost it. You killed every client until the capitol had enough and tried to put you down like a dog.

That was when Venti and Andrius intervened, advocating for your cause and defending you because you were just a poor, traumatized fourteen year old girl who would never be the same again. All you had wanted was to go back home to district seven and forget about everything that happened in that arena.

Your games had been way too traumatizing, and way too bloody. You refused to ever speak up on it again, and everyone knew better than to ask you about it— lest they end up dead.

“I just want to go home,” you whispered.

In truth, you had no home to return to. The capitol had taken everything from you: your childhood, your innocence, your life, your sanity, and your family. There was no one else except Venti and Kazuha left— your only last traces of home.

Signora was technically part of that home, too. She was the district seven escort, and also the woman who fashioned outfit designs for you. She was a hopeless romantic at heart, and she always loved having girl time with you before your games.

Afterwards though, you were too traumatized to say or do anything with her. You clung onto Venti like a lifeline, and your relationship with her all but fell apart. If it weren’t for Venti bringing you both back together through Kazuha, then you probably wouldn’t have ever spoken with her again.

Now, you were back on good terms with her. Though, you were still a little too unstable for her to deal with. You could sense that she missed having lively conversations with you over tea and sharing a plate of coffee cake, but anything could set you off at any moment— like a grenade. This made her keep her distance, as she was not that good at comforting others or dealing with people with PTSD.

That only resulted in you becoming closer to Venti, though you knew that even if you had become close with Signora, you probably still would’ve been closer with your mentor.

“I know, cecilia.”

There it was, that nickname that always brought you back to reality. No matter what you were going through, that nickname that Venti had given you always seemed to ease your mind and calm your nerves. You clung onto him tighter, afraid he might disappear if you let go.

He hesitantly placed a hand on your back, unsure if you were okay with reciprocated touch right now. When you didn’t show any signs of tensing up, he gently rubbed circles into your back with his thumb.

Eventually, you fell asleep.

Your “welcome home” was not a welcome at all. After arriving in district seven, the three of you disembarked the train and made your way back to your houses.

The people bid small hellos to Kazuha and Venti, who both returned their greetings with kind smiles and greetings of their own. However, as soon as the people saw you, they shuffled out of the way and went dead silent. They refused to meet your eyes.

Venti quickly led you back to your shared home, easing both yours and the people’s worries. You sighed in relief upon arriving back home, immediately flopping onto the couch and curling into a ball.

“Andrius wanted to stop by and see you,” Venti told you, rummaging the kitchen cabinets for a mug. He could tell you could use some warm tea right about now. “But I know how much you hate visitors.”

You hadn’t had visitors in years, but Andrius was different. You perked up at the mention of him, meeting Venti’s brilliant eyes. “Not if it’s him,” you said with a small smile.

If Venti was like a parental figure for you, then Andrius was like your grandfather. Although he preferred to be alone most of the time, he would occasionally come to visit just to see how you and Venti were doing. He would stay for just a little while, with Venti offering him something to eat or drink. He would ask you a few questions about your current mentality and your overall health.

If you hesitated to answer, he took that as a sign that you weren’t doing so well. Venti would often speak for you, carrying the conversation because he knew how much you hated talking. Despite your lack of interaction in that regard, you quite liked Andrius’ company. That, and he usually brought small gifts with him whenever he visited.

They weren’t anything special, just some snacks he knee you liked or some wooden carvings he recently finished and wanted to give to you. You had a few of them sitting on your windowsill from the last time you saw him.

The simple three knock pattern alerted you immediately, and you all but jumped up from your spot on the couch to go open the door. Venti chuckled at your excitement, watching in amusement as you threw open the door to greet Andrius.

The steadily aging man donned some wrinkles and a few gray hairs now. His bright blue eyes were significantly duller than the last time you peered into them, and his usually combed back navy hair was rather messy.

He held a neatly wrapped gift in his hands. Upon seeing you, he attempted a small smile. You knew he wasn’t one to smile or show much emotion in the first place, so you were surprised with the sight in front of you.

You stepped aside to allow him in, and he chuckled softly. “I see you still have it smelling like pine and cinnamon in here.”

“Of course!” Venti chimed in from the kitchen. He set down three mugs of tea in the living room. “Perfect timing! I just made us some tea.”

“Tea?” Andrius asked incredulously, almost as if he was offended. “What happened to all the alcohol?”

You smiled as you took a seat on the couch again. Grabbing your own mug of tea, you took a lengthy sip. “Venti finally drank it all.”

Andrius sat down in a chair across from you and shook his head with a knowing look. “I’m surprised it took him this long.”

“Hey!” Venti collapsed onto the couch next to you. “I’m not that bad!”

You were silent for a moment as you eyed the bottle of wine in his hands. It took one glance from you for him to whine and complain that he didn’t have a drinking problem. Which, of course, was a lie, but you knew the reason why he had a drinking problem in the first place.

It was all to forget what he experienced in the arena.

Everyone had different ways of coping, and not all of those were considered healthy. Andrius turned to smoking after his games as a way for him to cope with his overwhelming win. Venti turned to drinking, washing away all of his sorrows with way too much alcohol. And you?

You just dealt with it. At least, that’s what you claimed to do, but the scars on your arms and legs said otherwise. They told stories of dark nights alone on your bathroom floor, sobbing as you smudged your thumb over the new line of crimson that tainted your skin.

You got away with it for awhile… until Venti finally caught you in the act and had a breakdown right there with you on the floor. You could still remember the way he hugged you so tightly even though you tried to push him away. You could still remember the way he cried and how he promised he’d always be there for you.

It stopped after that day, but the reminders of your unhealthy coping mechanisms still lingered on your skin even now.

A small beep interrupted this oddly domestic moment you were sharing with Venti and Andrius. You flinched at the noise, the sound almost sending you into a panic attack before Venti gently shushed you and managed to calm you down. A second later, the screen of your tv lit up with the face of the wonderful President, Phanes.

The sight of her face had you lurching out of your seat. Venti abruptly pulled you back, immediately letting go of you when you looked like you wanted to punch his face in.

“It’s just an announcement,” Andrius reassured you in a somewhat comforting tone. “It’s about time for the annual games, it’s only natural that there would be an announcement.”

You nodded at his words, trying to calm your beating heart by repeating his words over and over again in your head. It was just an announcement.

You quickly found that it was more than just an announcement once Phanes issued that all previous victors were to be reaped again at the next annual reaping.

Everything faded into nothing. You remembered hearing a bloodcurdling scream as your heartbeat echoed loudly in your ears and your vision went blurry. You remembered being tackled to the ground by someone stronger than you, and you could vaguely remember the scent of metallic iron.

When you woke up, your eyes met Kazuha’s, and your heart dropped to your stomach once the events of a few hours prior flooded into your brain.

You would have to be reaped again.

author’s notes: chapters after this point will be extremely long, therefore it’ll take me awhile to write them. please be patient with me 🙏

and in the meantime, feel free to read my other works!

masterlist

#genshin #genshin impact #angst #genshin x reader #venti #kazuha #kazuha x reader #tartaglia #hurt/comfort #la signora #the hunger games #genshin kazuha #genshin venti #genshin tartaglia #genshin signora #— ✦ arsonist’s lullaby 🔥

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allamericanb-tch · 14 days

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crimson rivers thoughts (12)

@tastetherainbow290

chapter 26

rip james potter’s leg he’s gone full peeta

sirius is visiting reg

reg ☹️

talking about throwing up is arguably the worst part of this fic so far

“It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt. (Sirius really liked this shirt.)”

i am legitimately shaking but i don’t know if this is important so i need to read it

please stop talking about throwing up

poor regulus i feel so bad

and hes throwing up again

i cant even think about this what if i just skim the rest

ok pov switch thank god

oh no i forgot remus has to go back…

sirius is so considerate

nooo remu

sirius pov again im praying there isn’t any more throwing up

and there it is.

poor regulus ahhhhh i just feel so bad for him like. i want to give him a hug.

why doesn’t regulus want to see james ☹️

sirius is visiting james now

that was sweet. sad, but sweet.

remus pov again

remu ❤️‍🩹

can someone tell me why the rat is my 5th most used emoji

"You're so precious to me, did you know that?"

remus loves sirius (duh)

chapter 27

i’m sad for wolfstar what’s gonna happen

"You can trust that the only person I have an interest in seeing naked is your brother." 😭

this hallow drama is actually hilarious

reggie 💔

i’m scared that pandora is going to die in the future bc we have t seen any of her pov

this is so sad.

no thoughts just sadness.

“i’m collecting them all” i’m glad to see you making jokes reg

"Oh, this is just the bruise finally blooming from where I tripped and fell the moment I saw you,"

this was a lighter chapter but still sad

chapter 28

back to james pov

oh no a nightmare

CRAP I FORGOT ABT MY MATH HOMEWORK it was due yesterday but she hasn’t graded it yet so if i turn it in now she won’t take of points for it being late

math homework is finished! back to reading (suffering)

oh yeah. nightmare. ☹️

"I wasn't supposed to go through this," no james, you were not. i’m sad now (i have been sad)

james leave regulus aloneeee (don’t leave him alone)

shrodinger’s cat mention

“james”

i’m actually crying right now.

nooo why are the fighting

james is getting his glasses back soon!!! huzzah

"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore,"

baby

“it’s a parting gift” i’m crying again

regulus and remus friendship <3

“we broke up” “you were together?” 😭

ugh this is so sad. already i’ve cried more times than reading atyd AND choices and ive barely made a dent in cr

oh no interview prep

evan mention 💔

every time i see the word hallow in this fic im like “i need to add this (hallow/hollow) to my list of homophones” and i never do bc im writing all my thoughts in my notes app and my homophones list is in a different folder than my marauders thoughts

chapter 29

oh me oh my hanky panky happening in this chapter i wonder for who

every time i call sex hanky panky i give myself the ick

"We broke up? This is news to me” james 😭

“No one needs romantic love to be fulfilled as a person. Not everyone wants it, and then there are those who aren't ready, and all of it is okay. That doesn't mean there's an absence of love, or that you're getting it wrong. You're not, Regulus, I promise."

they’re holding hands (but for sad reasons)

interview time i’m scared

evan ☹️☹️☹️

vanity ☹️☹️☹️

“We love your love, don't we?" 💔

this is so sad omg i genuinely don’t know how im going to survive this

GLASSES!!!!!!

so he’s just been wearing contacts this whole time?

ok i need to go do my duolingo.

i am back from duolingo.

james telling sirius to go have sex with remus on their last night 😭 i mean fair. they should

"I'm absolutely thinking about your brother right now." oh, james

james telling sirius about him and reg 😭 poor sirius

sirius asking james for tips 💀

“i expect all the details” james fleamont potter 😭

sirius is such a good brother. i love him.

remus pov !!

“i would not have known joy if i did not have the pleasure of knowing you”

ugh wolfstar. i love you.

😯 hanky panky

spine has been realigned

ok but any time any of them ever talk about getting off it just makes me think about one time when i was at a district choir concert and when we were practicing one of our songs the director said “there won’t be a dry seat in the audience” (he meant dry eye, bc the song was beautiful, but it just came out like everyone in the audience would dream their pants 😭) but. unnecessary story and it isn’t really that funny unless you were there but.

chapter 30 (?!)

evan 💔

god.

remus ‘reading’ sirius’ mind 😭

they have to say goodbye ☹️

barty mention!!!!

*singing* i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man

“i love you” eeeeeeeee

omg kissing

and it’s over.

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore” 💔

eeeee they’re kissing again

“it’ll take a while but later—much later—james will look back on this and wonder, sadly, if it was a parting gift, too.” WHAT

sirius kissing the mask so remus will always have a sirius kiss

i love pandora

wolfstar goodbye 💔

the fact that all of this happened in the span of two weeks

effie and monty!!!!!!!!!!

the next chapter is lily… should i read it or go to sleep

#crimson rivers

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Hello :D

I heard requests were closed but available for twisted wonderland 👀

If you don't mind, could you do Jamil and Kalim having a big tickle fight? :3

Have a nice day/night!~☆

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Kalim & Jamil (Twisted Wonderland)

a/n: IM WRITING THIS SO FAST HELPP IM IN A HURRY but this was supposed to be a drabble but then i was like “wait i can turn this into a fic” so here i am. it was a bit hard characterizing them but i hope i did it okay! ANYWAYSSSS enjoy <33

summary: there’s a bug on jamil. thankfully, kalim is there to save the day!

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It had been a relatively normal afternoon in the Scarabia dorm. Kalim and Jamil were together in Kalim’s room doing their homework. Or more so, Kalim attempting to do his homework and Jamil watching to make sure that the housewarden didn’t get distracted every two seconds. In any case, it was routine for the two of them. What happened next, was not.

“Kalim, focus—” Jamil started, but cut off suddenly when he saw something small fly across the room in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head to the right, the direction he saw it go. But before he has the chance, it zoomed past him again and he got a clearer view. It’s very much a bug and it’s going right towards him! He flinched and swatted, trying to shoo it away, but it apparently didn’t work because he felt it land. On him.

There’s a bug. There’s a BUG on me. Right now!! Jamil thought to himself, panic seeping deep into his bones.

“Get it off..!” Jamil shrieked embarrassingly, shaking his body with no sense of precision or direction whatsoever, while Kalim tried to swat the bug off of him.

“Stay still! I’ll get it for you!” Kalim shouted, determined to help, but Jamil couldn’t do anything but stay still when he felt it begin to move.

He barely suppressed a gasp and a giggle, feeling a ticklish sensation on his spine, as Kalim scurried his hands over the vice housewarden’s body, trying to catch the nimble critter.

“I got it!” Kalim exclaimed, at last, holding a small beetle in his hands. He brought it over to the window, so that it could be free… somewhere else… away from them and off of Jamil.

A sigh of relief escapes Jamil, his racing heart slowing down. Then, just as he let his guard down, Kalim jumped up.

“Wait, I think there’s another one!” Kalim gasped, faux shock on his face. Normally, Jamil would have pointed out that Kalim was a terrible liar, but with his nerves on edge, he was not willing to take his chances in the scenario that Kalim was being truthful. A bug was a bug, afterall, and he does not mess around about bugs.

Instead of flailing, however, he stiffened. He took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as he could as he tried to remind himself that Kalim was probably just joking… right?

“Is there really a bug?” He said, slowly and carefully, making sure his breath doesn’t waver.

“It’s right there!” And before Jamil can say anything, Kalim squeezes his sides, which tells the servant that his reaction to Kalim touching him seconds before did not go unnoticed.

“W-wahahahahat?!” Jamil giggled, too incredulous to think straight.

“Stop moving! I’m trying to get it off!” Kalim said, but the smile on his face shows otherwise.

“Y-youhuhu liahahahar!” Jamil clamped his arms down to his sides and if anything, that seems to amplify the sensations. Curse him for being so damn ticklish.

“Fineee, you got me! Can’t I just make my best friend laugh?” Kalim shrugged as he used his fingers to poke and prod any part of his body that he could touch. It made Jamil feel as though he was losing his mind as the seconds dragged on.

Without thinking, Jamil reached over to pinch Kalim’s sides. Although they had many tickle fights (with Kalim nine out of ten times being the one to start it), Kalim still seemed unprepared when Jamil decided to fight back.

“Hehehey! I’m tihihickling y-you!” Kalim laughed, his movements faltering.

“This is what you deserve…!” Jamil cried, a half-hearted glare painting his features. Switching the roles found him straddling Kalim as he tickled the housewarden’s sides. Kalim moved his hands from Jamil, instead trying to push at his arms.

“Ahahahaha!” Kalim giggled, a blush taking over his face.

“Not so funny now, huh?” Jamil teased, a smirk on his lips as he began squeezing Kalim’s hips.

“Y-ouhuhu hahahaven’t won yehehet!” Kalim declared, newfound determination in his tone as he lifted his hands towards Jamil’s armpits, squeezing the particularly sensitive flesh. Jamil’s arms clamped down, his tickling weakening. Still, with Kalim underneath him, Kalim continued to scribble around Jamil’s armpits, both of them laughing all the while.

“Stahahap!” Jamil squealed, trying to get the advantage over Kalim again by also going over a spot he knew would give a good reaction from Kalim. His thighs. It was at a bit of an awkward angle, with the positions the two were in, but the vice housewarden was nothing if not good at adapting to.. less than favorable circumstances.

“Wahahahait, nohoho!” Kalim shrieked, kicking his legs. His face was flushed and there was a shocked grin on his face.

“Where’s that cockiness from before?” Jamil let a smirk slip onto his face, feeling confident that he had now gotten the upperhand.

“Nohoho, stahahap! I’m sohahahahorry!” Kalim giggled, bubbly and happy, despite his protests. He wasn’t even fighting much. Not that Jamil was surprised, Kalim had said himself before that he didn’t mind being tickled.

“Sorry? Do you think that’s enough when you said there was a bug on me to tickle me?”

“Nohoho, Jahahamil!” Kalim exclaims, bright. Jamil starts kneading into his stomach, tracing and scribbling along the other’s sensitive skin. The shirt he was wearing offered some protection, he was sure, but not enough.

“So ticklish.. I can’t believe I hadn’t gotten the upperhand sooner. Luck, I guess,” Jamil teased as Kalim curled up, scrunching his neck and shaking his head back and forth. It looked.. a little silly.

“Nuh-uhuhhh! You’re suhuhuper tihihicklish, toohoho!” Kalim tried to say more, but as laughter consumed him, his words died out pitifully.

“Are you sure about that? I’m winning, afterall,” Jamil asked, as he dipped a finger into the other’s belly button, relishing in the howl Kalim let out.

“NAHAHAAH. JAHAHAMIL!” It seemed he was starting to near his limit. Kalim let out a deep breath, but that only resorted in a snort and Jamil didn’t even have to think about how cute and funny it was before Kalim was shouting again. “Y-youhuhu WIHIHIN! YOU WIHIHIN!”

At those words, Jamil stopped and allowed the housewarden to catch his breath, residual giggles leaving his lips every so often.

“Man… and I really thought I was gonna get you that time,” Kalim whined after a few moments, kicking his legs in a pout.

Jamil snickered. “With your sensitivity? As if.”

“I mean,” Kalim sat up, staring at the other. “You gotta admit, you’re pretty ticklish too. I was close this time.”

Jamil coughed into his hand.

“..You wish.” He tried not to blush. Ugh, he hated when people mentioned how ticklish he was. When they did that, he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t true.

“Next time!” Kalim declared, pumping a fist into the air, a resolved and serious look on his face.

Jamil only let out a long and audible sigh. “Hopefully, there won’t be a next time.” He pressed a palm to his forehead, pinching in between his eyebrows, slightly feeling phantom tingles on his body.

“Haha!” Kalim only laughed at that before Jamil stood up and handed him his worksheets.

“Come on, you still have to finish your homework,” Jamil said, intending to change the subject quickly. Kalim groaned, falling back to the ground.

“Ughhh, I forgot about that…”

And so, the night was followed with lots of math equations, alchemy procedures, and yeah, tickles.

#tickling #twisted wonderland #twst tickling #ticklish!kalim #ticklish!jamil #lee!jamil #ler!kalim #ler!jamil #lee!kalim #kalim al asim #jamil viper #tickle fic #jai’s fic

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gyubby99 · 1 year

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Jelsa headcanons because THEMMMMM LOOK AT THEM

Elsa is an insomniac and Jack is a heavy sleeper I HAVE SAID IT AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN.

Love language is physical touch. Loves holding hands often to remind them that they're more than just cold hands

Elsa loves looking at him when he's not looking. And when he does, she smile grows as he smiles as well.

Dumbasses. There are millions of dumbasses but they're my favorite.

Elsa sometimes doesn't get his dad jokes

Jack talks about Elsa the way Aladdin talked about Jasmine to the genie in that one scene

In Taylor Swift songs, I would describe their relationship dynamic as the 'sweet nothing' and 'afterglow' type.

THEY BOTH ARE MAMA'S BABIES. JACK IS A MAMA'S BOY AND ELS IS A MAMA'S GIRL. FOR SURE.

They both do not know how to dance and they just sort of learned to dance with each other.

Elsa takes her gloves off when she's with him. (Pre-coronation)

I don't think Elsa gives him the silent treatment when they fight. She knows that all his life people were passing through him like he doesn't exist, so pretending that he doesn't exist would strike a memory in him.

Constantly argues, but not too much. It's normal for them to have disagreements and things doesn't necessarily have to end up with them raising voices.

Elsa will do anything to get cuddles with this man. Everything.

Enjoys stargazing.

Taylor and Joe = Them. End of discussion. They're a little too significant it leaves me in awe

Elsa has panic attacks, Jack has nightmares. Get them therapy.

They're menaces that Tooth and Anna has to keep in a leash constantly /hj

Jack: "I still love you no matter how many times you sing in the middle of the night"

Jack is Elsa's ball of sunshine aside from Anna.

Jack jokes about how big her eyes are

Elsa steals his hoodie.

Jack is a switch for sur-

I cannot stress enough how much they love being in each other's arms. Ten page long essay. Powerpoint presentation. I'll do it.

They'd be cheezy parents that their future kids would be embarrassed of them being over each other.

Jack kisses her all over when she's mad at him

They both play pranks at Anna

Jack makes funny faces to make Elsa laugh when she's upset and it works.

Their mutual pining lasted longer their actual relationship /hj

Jack has scars on his back from when Pitch yeeted him, and Elsa was the first one he trusted to see them.

Elsa is a songwriter and he listens to her works.

Their first kiss was under the mistletoe

They make perfect snow angels

Elsa makes a huge ass snowball like she did with Anna in that one short clip while chasing Jack in high heels and he'd never felt more terrified and inlove before in his life.

Jack's the flirty one, but when elsa flirts back, best believe he just stands there beet red.

Jack is big on surprises, and Elsa loves giving gifts.

Their pet name for each other is either Love, or Snowflake/Frosty. Im not accepting anything more. This is my headcanon.

Elsa is thirsty for him. Girlie I know what you are. She's the thirsty one in the relationship

They're both bisexuals :)

Jack fell first, Elsa fell harder.

Sunshine = Elsa. Sunshine protector = Jack.

Jack gets along with Elsa's snow children (olaf, marshmallow, snowgies) very well. They're his children now. Marshmallow has a soft spot for his dad. All of them appeared in Jelsa's wedding. Marshmallow cried.

Jack starts the snowball fights, Elsa finishes them.

Lots of bickering.

Jack teases her about the "let it go" sequence and she loathes it.

They both play with Sandy's dream sands.

Elsa gets along with Tooth very well. Me personally, I see Tooth as too busy swooning over Elsa's teeth to consider her a love rival. They're besties and that is the hill I am prepared to die on.

For the first time in Jack's life, when they first started dating, Jack Frost was on the nice list.

North SHIIIIPPS THEMMM. He'd be the type to embarrass Jack in front of Elsa and HE WOULD. HE WOULD.

The elves adore Elsa and Jack had to shoo them away for being all over her.

Elsa helps North make toys and Jack is just being Jack.

They love playing with each other's hairs. They can't stand cuddling without doing it.

Elsa, surprisingly, was an open book to Jack.

Jack's favorite pillow is her lap.

#jelsa #royalfrost #snowtp #jelsa headcanons #jack x elsa #elsa and jack frost #crossover #crackships #rise of the brave tangled frozen dragon #rotbtfd #2013 flashbacks #here to remind u that this is still a thing

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darkherolovercroissant · 1 year

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I Deserve It

Soap x Fem Reader

Warnings: fluff, Soap killing your children with snow.

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You watched from the living room window as your children giggled and ran as fast as their little legs could go, while your husband chased after them.

Now that he was back from his latest heist, he had spent the last few days with his children to make up for missing time together. And with the fresh snow they had gotten, it was an all out war in the yard. Snowballs flying and giggles echoed the small area while you stood inside rubbing a hand on your growing stomach.

Just like the snow, Soap couldn’t keep his hands off you and now you’re welcoming your fifth child. You have four boys, all taking after their father. Poor Ghost would have a stroke if he saw there were more mini Soaps.

It wasn’t until Soap chased after the oldest with a big snowball and threw it at him and knocking him over that you went outside to check on the kids. Only taking a deep breath when you heard the child laughing as he got back up and continued to run away.

Soap stopped to take a breather and looked at you in concern.

“You good, lass?” He asks joining your side and placing a hand on your stomach.

“Please don’t murder our children.” You laugh

“It’ll take more than snow to kill those little buggers” Soap laughs

Placing a kiss on his lips, you backed up and turned to the house but not before the kids tackled their dad into the snow and dropped snowballs on him.

“I deserve it” Soap laughs before taking after them. Their squeals and laughter filling your ears before you go and start dinner for the boys.

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As you sit around the living room, the boys help their dad decorate the tree and giggle as their dad tells them jokes and stories about his work.

“Is Ghost actually ugly?” Your youngest asks

You snort Soap just nods along, causing them to giggle once again.

“The ugliest bigger to exist.” He playfully teases

“Can we meet uncle ghost soon?” They ask

“I’m sure he’d love to meet you guys. You’ll just have to be gentle, since he’s pretty old” Soap answers

“What about uncle Gaz? Or Uncle Price?” They continue

“Maybe not Price, he’s a moody one. Then again he’s old too.”

The giggling continues as they sit on the couch and watch tv. The movie plays as Soap attempts to get up but his legs are so sore from the work he’s put in today.

“You ok?” You ask

“It’s because he’s old” your youngest chirps

Soap turns to look at his boy in disbelief which causes the kiddos to bust out into fits of giggles.

“I guess I deserve it.” Soap playfully cries causing you to laugh as well.

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You were cuddled up in bed later that night, Soap rubbing a hand over your stomach and enjoying the peace and quiet his home had to offer after only hearing shouting and gunfire with some explosions here and there.

“Is this the life you wanted?” You ask

“It’s the life I dreamed of. Having kids, having a house, having a very sexy wife.” He smirks on the last one causing you to snicker.

“It’s the life I more than earned with what I’ve put myself through. I won’t lie, there was a time that I didn’t think we’d make it with all those shadows after us, but I pulled through and came home to you” he sighs happily

“Im glad you did, John.” You smile

“They were handing out time off for the holidays, I figured that I deserve it for all my hard work. Ghost all but threw me out at the airport, bloody bastard”

You let out a loud laugh as Soap chuckles at seeing you smile. He’d try his hardest to make sure that smile never left your face.

“You think Ghost would like to meet the kids?” You playfully ask

“I feel like they’d be the thing that kills him.” He just chuckles

A moment of silence washed over you both before Soap mutters something.

“He deserves it for being smart with me over the radio.”

You just snort before cuddling up to him and falling asleep.

#johnny soap mactavish #fluff #soap x reader #funny #soap attempting to kill your children #fanfic #oneshot #darkherolovercroissant #john mactavish x reader

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starz4valen · 5 months

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queers im fucking lost come save me

ok but in all seriousness,

despite labeling myself as aroace for a hot minute and finding comfort in that label and the community for a time—shit doesnt feel quite right anymore.

i have had ONE EX. one.

i genuinely think i was in love with him. i only felt what i felt with him,,,WITH HIM. nobody else. I felt the butterflies/giddiness, i loved his laugh, his smile, hearing him, his jokes, all the names he would call me, how much he said he loved me, our late night discord calls, having him around, just. him. when he rarely spoke abt shit that was bothering him it hurt me so bad, like i would hurt with him. and the mere THOUGHT of ME hurting him made me wanna sob.

as you can probably guess by the fact we’re exes, we’re not together anymore. it hurts. hell, my stomach tangled a bit as i typed that out. (could be cause recently someone who used to be a friend went and dated him and then got upset at me for getting upset at them but this ain't abt them.)

we broke up in like june last year, and i felt so fucking horrible about it bc it basically ended w him yelling at me over text at how horrible i am at listening and how i treated him more like a therapist—which i will admit i did. i sucked for that. it makes sense why tho, i was working through a lot of shit at the time, doesn’t justify it at all though. i should’ve treated him better. im desperately trying to fix it in my current relationships so that never happens again.

then again, he also treated me badly. he said things that really fucked with my sense of trust in people and just made me scared to get close with anyone like that ever again, or in general bc i was convinced everyone had some ulterior motive w me or secretly didnt give a shit abt me—but also i felt *I* was the problem. like every relationship im in is gonna end horribly bc im just that bad. its taken a lot to say that i feel loved by and trust my current friends, as well as trying to recognize that I deserve love, and im glad i can say that im getting better ^^

but,,,idk anymore

i concluded i was aroace almost a year after we broke up. there were a couple reasons. for one, i only really got that close w him. i dont really know if ive had a crush or what that feels like—in fact i think i faked one in elementary, the whole reason i got w my ex was bc he was flirting w me and it made me feel nice. (also bc i was worried he would be my only shot at love but i digress) i feel off when people talk about heading to poundtown or anything like that, the same with crushes—just crushes tho relationships i totally get—and i still struggle to wrap my head around attraction and how people just can look at someone without even knowing them at ALL and go “you. i want you.”

i wrote off how i felt when i was with him as simply some non-romantic form of attraction and called it a day.

but recently ive been reflecting on that, and i think i was wrong. the way that even now i get all these emotions by merely talking abt my ex says something. how upset seeing that "friend" going ahead and dating him after barely knowing him and just how angry i was says something. the way i cried seeing my best friend get a whole small crate of presents from their partner for their bday bc i was THAT JEALOUS says something. the way i yearn for affection and to be loved again says something. the way im starting to miss being in love again says something. the way i would always want some sort of relationship—even when i identified as aroace—but just never thought it would happen bc i didn't feel pretty enough, or mentally well enough, deserving of one, or like id ever be lucky enough to find someone who makes me feel that way again and how scared and sad that makes me,,,says something.

now in terms of poundtown—legit dunno. closest to that I've done w anyone was neck kisses from my ex, which i did really enjoy—but also i legit identified as ace like the whole time we were together and the few times he made jokes like that i felt uncomfy. plus the only way i feel i could be ok w going further w something like that is if its either excessively gentle or the most unserious thing ever. so tbh if i had to take a guess on how i feel abt that—not too keen on it.

I'm debating a couple labels, bi, aroace, bi and ace, demirose, and demirose and bi, but tbh i feel bi kinda fits the most? (maybe???) but also it doesn't. idk if its the fear of opening my mind to me being in a relationship despite my fear of intimacy and commitment or just that I'm aroace and this is my brain telling me to stop overthinking shit—but i know i wanna figure this shit out

if anyone has like legit any words of advice PLEASE send it my way. i will take even the tiniest crumb of guidance cause i am more lost than a child in ikea.

thanks to anyone who read all this <3

#queer #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #queer community #in need of advice #queer advice #aroace #aromantic #asexual #bisexual #questioning #help. me.#utterly confused 💥

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buckyhad · 2 years

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Needy

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Tw: sexual talk, voyeurism, Billy being needy, don't actual smut.

Note: I have been writting a lot for Billy, someone stop me.

Weird, wicked and hot were some of the many things you could said about last night events.

You were at your place, hanging out with your best mates, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, you were a really weird trio. No one expected the three of you to be friends, but your friendship started after saving the town from some really stranger things.

But the weirdest thing was your boyfriend, Billy Hargrove. When the two of you started dating everyone was shocked. And Billy was shocked when you started chatting with his enemy and the freak, coming at peace with that after a while. And of course after what happend, he prefered that you were always safe with people he knew cared about you.

Well that isn't the weird, wicked and hot thing.

The three of you were just watching a movie, eating some popcorn, joking about the monster on the tv.

"Ha, that's a lame monster!." Steve laughed.

"They should see ours." Eddie followed.

"Th-" you were cut by the sound of keys and the front door, where a very flustered and red Billy appeared. "Hey honey, how was your day?." You asked.

"Fucking lame, bad, ugly, disgusting." He started mutering.

"Oh, do you wanna talk about it?."

"Harrington, Munson, out, I need to get my dick inside my girl before I died." He said making his way to the bathroom near the place the three of you were sitting, so you could still talk to each other.

"Billy! You just can't say those things to my friends! They don't need to know that!." You yelled with your cheeks already red.

"Well, they do, so I don't look like an asshole." He said like it was obvious.

"We are watching a movie, they are not going anywhere." You said.

"Okay, they can watch then." He shrugged, making his way towards you.

"Oh man." Steve whispered.

"He is not serious, it's he?." Eddie whisper-yelled.

"Let's hope he it's not." You also whispered.

"Y/n pleaseee!." Billy said while throwing himself on your lap "It was a really bad day!." He fake cried "You can watch the movie later."

"We will lose the plot dude!." Eddie said while moving his arms.

"Yeah, just fuck her later." Steve rolled his eyes.

"Hey! Im still here." You yelled from under Billy.

"I know! And it's killing me. Tell them to go away." Billy was a lot nicer after the mall incident, he even liked hanging with your friends, he was just horny and mad right now.

"Stop being so whiny." Steve teased.

"Alright, I told you, you go, or you watch. You are just perverts that's why you two didn't go yet." Billy stated like it was the most normal thing ever.

"What?! No, they are not watching anything, stop it." You laughed. If we were talking seriously, you didn't mind your friends watching you get your brain fuck out.

Billy manhandled you till you were sit on top of him, with his hands on your waist, moving you a little bit.

"Billy!."

"God, Hargrove, we didn't think you mean it!." Steve said while his eyes went bigger than you have ever seen before.

Eddie was just in silence, watching everything with his mouth open.

"At least let me put my dick inside you, please." He begged, at this point he didn't care that he was embarassing himself in front of Eddie and Steve, he would handled that later.

"No honey, that-"

"I don't mind, like, at all." Eddie blurted quickly.

"What?." Steve and you said at the same time.

"See? He doesn't mind, I bet Harrington doesn't mind either, don't you Stevie?." Billy said the nickname in a mocking manner.

Steve stutted before moving his head 'no'.

"Then, can I put my cock inside you?." Billy whispered while kissing your neck.

So that's how you ended cockwarming your boyfriend in between your two best friends.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy x reader #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #steve Harrington

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piggyjeans · 1 year

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Heyyy can u do one when Ellie is sad that she has no parents and ryley comforts her and then they cuddle uwu fluff 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and then whatever you’d like?

Not going anywhere (drabble request)

Request by: my best friend hagridbiddie :D

Pairings: ellie and ryley! Comfort + angst + fluff + them being gay besties ;)

Warnings: Ellie’s and Riley’s mom is dead :P

(A/n) MY BEST FRIEND CHALLENGED ME TO WRITE THIS IN THIRTY MINUYES AND I FAILED IT WAS MORE LIKE FORTY FIVE SO ITS SHORT AND I DIDNT PROOF READ BUT I THINK ITS KINDS CUYE MERP LOL SEND ME MKRE REQUESTS PLEASE BECAUSE THIS IS MY CALLING ACTUALLY IM GONAN QUIT MY JOB AND BECOME. AFULL TIME THE LAST OF US FANFIC WRITER

As Riley is sitting in her bed working on homework, she sees Ellie click her lamp off as she does every night. Riley continues to scribble away at answers in her notebook. Usually at night leading up to lights out, while Ellie and Riley are doing their homework or just hanging out in their bedroom, they’re having distant conversations. Little sentences here and there, questions and answers between the two continue on long into the night, but tonight something was off. Riley didn’t really know what was wrong, but Ellie just seemed in a weird mood. Her go lucky attitude wasn’t there, she wasn’t playful or joking or laughing at everything like she usually did.

While Riley is erasing her writing, she hears Ellie sniffle.

She stops what she’s doing immediately. That couldn’t be Ellie… crying? Right? Ellie never cries.

And then Riley hears another sniffle. Her heart drops. She quietly spins her chair around to view Ellie’s small figure facing the wall silently. She’s not reading like she usually does, she doesn’t have her Walkman going, she’s not focused on anything. She’s just sitting in silence. Riley is immediately concerned.

“Ellie,” Riley quietly says into the darkness. Ellie doesn’t register her talking to her at first, too caught up in her own head. She’s never gone this deep into her thoughts, and it’s a lot to process for the fourteen year old girl. “Ellie?”

Suddenly Ellie snaps out of it, quickly wiping her nose and damp cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie. She turns around quickly, lifting herself up on her hands. “Yeah?”

She doesn’t mean for her voice to break, but she hasn’t used it much today. She usually talks much more, her voice isn’t used to resting. And also the tears coming out of Ellie’s eyes has something to do with it.

“Are you… okay?” Riley asks awkwardly. She doesn’t have a lot of deep conversations with Ellie and she doesn’t want to mess anything up with her best friend. She doesn’t want to over step and she knows Ellie can he stubborn. She just wants to help but she doesn’t know how to do this.

“Of course,” ellie says, trying to act as normal as possible. She’s planning on denying being upset at any cost. She doesn’t even know why she’s upset at anything. Nothing big or important really happened recently. It’s just all coming back to her for some reason.

“Ellie, What’s wrong?”

Ellie laughs softly, “what’s wrong with you,” she says in a sarcastic voice. Trying to play it all off, but Riley knows her best friend more than anyone else in this world. She knows she’s lying, and she’s known something was off since the second she walked into their dorm.

“Seriously, ellie. Come on,” Riley walks over to Ellie’s bed and sits on the edge of it. “You can’t lie to me. I know you too well,” she says softly, reaching over to put her hand on Ellie’s leg. Ellie defensively curls her legs up to her chest, denying the comfort that Riley is trying to offer her.

With the light radiating off of Riley’s desk lamp, she can see Ellie’s eyes fill up with tears once more. She shakes her head trying to get rid of the tears that cloud her vision, but they won’t go away. She puts her head down into her lap and lets them fall.

Ellie feels so humiliated that she’s crying in front of her best friend. She always tries to be strong, and it’s so stupid that she’s crying over something that happens so long ago. But she can’t help crying and she’s dug herself into this hole when she let herself feel these emotions in the first place.

“I never got to mourn my mom,” ellie says in a whisper so quiet Riley almost has to ask her to repeat herself. But when she registers what Ellie says, it takes everything in her to not let her eyes fill up with tears too. Her stomach twists and she feels sick for her friend who she loves so much. She doesn’t ever want her to feel these emotions, and even worse, Riley feels awful that she knows how Ellie feels. She wishes they both could just have normal happy lives, but that’s unfortunately not the way things worked out for either of them.

Riley doesn’t say anything at first, just climbing up to sit herself next to Ellie. Putting her arm around her shoulder and looking her into the eyes. She brushes the fly always falling out of her ponytail behind her ears, and smiles at how beautiful she finds her. She feels all the love in the world for her and it’s a confusing but a beautiful feeling.

“It’s okay, ellie. We have all the time in the world,” Riley says, resting her head on top of Ellie’s. “I’ll always be here for you. You’ll always have my shoulder to cry on,” Riley says.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

The last of us Taglist: @hagridbiddie (lmk if u wanna be added!)

#the last of us #ellie tlou #riley tlou #riley abel #ellie williams #ellie x riley #riley x ellie #bella ramsey #Ellie Williams comfort #Ellie Williams angst #the last of us fanfiction platonic #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #tlou #bella ramsey fanfic

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