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ghostflowerhotpotch · 10 months

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Please No!

Oh this part, the amount of times it has gotten me teary eyed, a lot of this will probably be squealing so sorry about that but I am sucker for angst and this movie knows how to hit me.

Before I start crying let's go back for a bit.

The sequence of Miles seeing the future somehow hit him, and I am assuming it was him and only him since the others don't seem disoriented and were kind of behind.

However, all of them saw Miles clearly be shocked by The Spot's words, and honestly I think everyone would had been a bit intimidated after seeing the man basically tear time and space just to say how he will end you.

Gwen quickly goes for him to see that he is okay and that he can get up.

Gwen is calling his name while Hobie is clapping his hands, so I am guessing they both realizing Miles is stunned but physically okay, or as well as any of them are.

I love that Hobie tries to get Miles moving and went with Gwen to check on him, this guy just met Miles, who hasn't been exactly the friendliest to him (not that I think Hobie care, if he ever paid attention to that to begin with.) Yet he still goes and check on him, even if this hasn't been the point when he actively likes Miles.

Miles is disoriented, the world around him sounds distant and how we see from his eyes everything is a bit confusing and difficult to process.

This is probably bias talking but I love how realistic this feels, it reminds me of the times I had gotten so overwhelmed trying to make sense of words is difficult and felt like I barely have time to process what's going on.

Which makes me feel it for Miles while for him it only lasts a few seconds, DAMN I wouldn't like to be feeling that way when I am having rubble falling on me.

As soon as they start running Gwen checks to make sure Miles is following fine, we know she specifically was looking for Miles because Hobie was going in front of her and Gwen went directly to look towards the direction Miles should had been coming. Then she went a step back to grab him.

While this makes sense, considering he was the one who stunted and Gwen probably can hear Pavitr coming slinging; we can't pretend there is no more meaning behind Gwen checking on Miles constantly while going on.

Hobie went to make sure he could get up but after it is Gwen who is making sure he goes out in one piece.

She continues to grab him by the wrist while running (which btw, tip, most of the time that's a bad idea; it works in this context since Miles seems to be still disoriented,)

She tries to guide him amongst the rubble until it starts getting difficult for her too.

Still keeping an eye on him and helping to get him out.

(Sorry for the shake frame, I try 3 times to get one that looked decent and this was the best I could get.)

I couldn't get a good screenshot for it, but after Gwen helps Miles out he is the one who takes the lead getting out of it while still holding her hand.

There are other things to talk about in this sequence, but they aren't really ghostflower stuff, so it would go in their own separate post.

Let's continue to the part that still hurts even after seeing it so many times.

We all know that there was more than once reason why she did this, and let be honest here, I don't think the canon event was the primary concern.

Let me repeat that to make sure no one gets it twisted, maintaining the canon event IS STILL important for Gwen, but I don't think it was the main reason why she was worried about this, and we see it in the next scene.

Not My video, this is a link for the original.

Again I normally try to not use works (gifs, videos,) but there was no amount of screenshoots and words that would make this moment justice.

I feel my heart bleed every time I watch this scene, I can hear the desperation in Gwen's voice and all I can think is how she must be thinking about Peter; how she also lost him when rubble fell on him and she needed to move around to get his body.

I can imagine how absolutely terrifying and heartwrenching this must be for her; she said it before, Miles was her only friend after Peter, and while Hobie and other spideys are important to her, Miles is next level.

And the idea of losing someone that important to you in the same way you already lost someone else- goddammit I am getting teary eyed writing this.

This is why I said her priority was Miles while asking him to not go; because she didn't try to look on her watch or see if the canon event was still intact, I honestly thing she forgot about it until her watch warned her about it.

I could probably go on, but I would be repeating myself; anyone who says Gwen doesn't care about Miles (using what happens later in HQ as proof,) is blind in my opinion.

I had mentioned multiple times about how the masks are meant to be more expressive than what they would normally be to allow the characters to show emotion.

This normally shows by the shape and size of the eyes, but something I picked up while watching this scene again was that Gwen's eyes look really reflective in this scene (more than usual at least,) which is not something you really see in other scenes.

I think this was a way to indicate that Gwen was getting teary-eyed below her masks, which I think would make sense considering that it already sounds like she is ready to cry by her voice.

May be wishful thinking, but I think the way she says "Right" shows my point about not thinking on the canon event the moment she saw the rubble fall down.

For me it the way she says it looks like she just remember about this, and it needed to be her watch telling her in order to do so.

(By the way, we never see any scene with Hobie's watch doing this, it could had been that way because there was no point in doing so; but I wonder if, while being aware of canon events, his watch doesn't report these events because he isn't working full time with Miguel. Or maybe because Miguel doesn't trust him with that information.

I think is around this moment, that Gwen starts to question the canon events situation.

While she technically sided with Miguel later (or at best, stood aside without doing much for any side,) she sees what they just did here, how they had saved a bunch of people and got a happy ending for Pavitr, who if Miles hasn't done anything, will had probably dealt with a lot of trauma and guilt that he didn't deserve.

Sidenote, sadly Miles and Gwen aren't holding hands in this scene, the angle just gives that impression. I wish tho.

In a way, I think this shows what Gwen ultimately thinks about Miles' being an anomaly.

This entire situation is technically, an anomaly in itself, but she is looking at it in awe and shock, soaking at the image of a city that could had faced a worst tragedy hasn't them being here. She saw Gayatri hug her dad, something that wouldn't had been possible without Miles, because he was suppose to die in a event that is also suppose to kill Gwen's dad; I don't think that was something Gwen missed.

She knows Miles is an anomaly, yet she says she has always thought he was amazing.

I think she sees Miles in the same way Peter B does, yes, perhaps Miles situation was an accident, but it was ultimately good that it happened; because he himself is amazing, and he is better thanks to being an anomaly.

I see this scene, and I think of Gwen seeing Miles, while thinking "Perhaps is by being an anomaly, that you get to do the greatest things."

(Yes, I know that's a leap from speculation and into fanficfky territory, I may use that later.)

The Mumbattan scenes are interesting because we see an entire array of emotions coming from Gwen towards Miles. From being exasperated, to not wanting to give him the wrong idea about her and Hobie, to being so worry nothing else in the world matters.

There are still some things to talk about Mumbattan, but it has been mostly covered.

Thanks for reading!

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Can we get the brothers and undatables being at one of Diavolos parties and a nobles starts telling MC that The brothers and undatables don’t really care about them. They start telling them that they are just Diavolos pawn and Lilliths replacement. BTW I love your writing it’s honestly some of my favorite pieces in the fandom.

Some of-of your f-favourite pieces in the fandom??!! Um Chile anyways- OMG!! Y'all are too sweet to me!!! Thank you so much!

I'm not going to lie, I got shocked when I saw another requested this as I just finished writing section for this ask but my brain is dumb and really focused on one sentence and read it utterly wrong

Part 2 - ending

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"ah, so you're the human I've been hearing so much about."

You turned around to see a Noble, you bowed at him with a smile.

"oh- hello, who are you? If the human you've been hearing about is (Y/N) then Yep! That's me!"

"splendid! I'm so glad I finally get to meet you, I've heard so much from Diavolo and news sources, you wouldn't mind humouring me for a dance and talk?"

"it'll be my honour." You took his arm, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

You could feel the brothers eyes on you, watching closely to how you rested your hands on the demons shoulder. All of them slowly stalking as you two danced.

"what is it like being a human in the Devildom?"

"scary...at first but now I feel like it's my home! I really can't imagine being anywhere else."

"free housings, connections to the most powerful beings in this realm and outside, pacts with the the 7 brothers and having them do anything you desire."

"I mean- I guess? It's nothing like that or that I'm using them, it's a long story - I love them all very much."

"you may not be using them but they're definitely using you, we're demons after all and there is nothing more precious to us than a soul likes yours."

You were suddenly pulled through the crowd, his dancing becoming quicker and sharp as if sensing the brothers watching him.

"don't you realize you're just the princes pawn? A small piece of a puzzle of his 'plans' - do you really think a demon of his importance would really care about bringing peace?! It's all but a ruse and you're just helping him fulfil it."

"that's not true! Diavolo is a kind and thoughtful man, he wants peace and I will be a stepping stone for that to happen - after all I am a link to all three realms."

"human with demon pacts and ancestral connections to both the brothers and angels - how is it being the ancestor to Lilith? I heard she was a real doll but such a shame she risked it all for some moral, have they ever compared you two?"

"how do you know about my ancestor? They've- never properly made a comparison and I'm sure they mean it in an affectionate way-!"

"don't you ever feel like a replacement? I heard since the discovery they've treated you even better, that can't be a coincidence."

Your blood went cold as your heart collapsed into your stomach. Your eyes glancing to the brothers In the distance. You knew he wasn't right but apart of you was scared. After all, he knew so much that you didn't think anyone outside of your social circle would know. How did he know all this?

"we went through something really traumatic together, it was bound to make us closer-"

"just admit it, you know you're being use but you just won't accept it because you're scared of facing and truth and being left - is there something unpleasant waiting for you in the human world? Is that why you're so willing to be preyed upon?"

"it's not like that..."

He suddenly dipped you, you clutched to his shoulder as tears glazed your eyes.

"isn't it? Can you confidently say it isn't?"

"yes.." your voice came out shaky and distant, you wanted to be confident but you couldn't.

"they don't care about you, all they want is to use you, make it easier on yourself and leave, run as fast as you can and never come back to the devildom."

Lucifer:

He was the first to reach you after your dance with the Noble

He twirled you so you would face him

"what did he say to you? You're crying."

"it's nothing..."

He opened his mouth to press on but he saw you grit your teeth

Glaring at the dance floor as you two stepped to the music

"If he threatened you then I'll handle him, it's no issue for me to do so."

You just shook your head

"stop being so overprotective, I know you don't actually like having to look after me, just stop forcing yourself."

"That's not true, I look after you because I care about you, it's become more than a duty."

You just clicked your tongue, pushing yourself away from him, disappearing into the crowd

Mammon:

Mammon held your hand, hugging you from behind as you two swayed

"You don't look too happy, are you overwhelmed?"

"I am now that you're here."

Which wasn't a lie, you felt so conflicted and betrayed, having him around just made you want to cry

He frowned, spinning you around

"oi, what's that all about? If I did something you gotta be honest with me,I swear I didn't steal nothing."

"I'd prefer it if you did, then being mad at you wouldn't feel so horrible."

He raised a brow

He was completely confused on why you were acting like this

"Was it that noble guy? Did he say something to you? I swear when I find him-"

You shook your head, moving away from him

"You're not going to do anything, you're a coward - just stop pestering me."

You felt awful but you didn't do anything to fix it, just running away from the shocked demon

Levithan:

"You here to take a break? Join you, I will."

He pointed to the empty spot smiling at himself for his Yoda voice

You wanted to feel bad but right now you were extremely upset

"Yeah, I do, I don't want to be around anyone right now."

"I get that but Lucifer said someone's has to be with you but I don't blame you for not wanting me to do it-"

You snarled

"can you not make this about you?! I just don't wanna deal with anymore demons!"

You shuffled closer into yourself, eyes subconsciously finding the noble you talked to

Levi followed your gaze, his Insecure angst turning into annoyance

"That noble did something....it's okay to speak up, we can go to prince-"

"go away! I don't want to keep hearing you pretend to care about me!"

He was stunned

You suddenly stood up and trudged away from Levi, seeking out the bathroom

Satan:

You ducked away from the crowd of demons

Sticking close to the wall as you clutched your arms

The nobles clawing at your mind as you stared to the side

"Did you enjoy the dancing? You look tired, I know a good hiding spot."

"Where is it?"

"I'll take you there-"

He went to grab your shoulder but you just shrugged him away

Not daring to look at him

"just tell me where it is, I'll get there on my own just fine."

Satan turned his head, trying to get a better look at your expression

But you just stepped away from him

"if you're not going to tell me I'm going to go find it myself-"

He grabbed your wrist, cutting you off

"Was it that noble? What did he say to you?"

His anger flared as he glared at the noble

You Yanked your wrist away, frowning

"wouldn't you like to know?! Just let me- just let me breathe-!"

He paused, inhaling a deep breath

You took that moment to run off, wanting to escape the situation

Asmodeus:

"oh (Y/N)~!! I'm so glad you're finally free, when I saw that guy dancing with you I got so jealous, I thought you were going to give me all your dances?"

He playfully pouted whilst holding your hands

When he saw you weren't smiling his chipper mood immediately dropped

You moved away from him, Unable to pull your thoughts together

"what's wrong..? Did he say something?"

You shook your head

Should you tell him? But what if they treat you different?

What if it really is all a fake?

"I just need to get some air."

"oh! I'll come with you!"

He springed up, grabbing your hand once again

You threw yourself back in panick

"NO-! I mean- no thank you."

You quickly dashed to the nearest balcony ignoring the murmurs in the ballroom

Beezlebub:

You bumped into one of the many buffet tables

Avoiding an active ballroom wasn't easy

"you're not dancing anymore? Want to sit with me?"

You jumped, somehow surprised Beel was at a buffet table

"no....I'm good, I'm going to the dorm."

"Already? Do you need me to walk you home? It's pretty late."

You shook your head

You wanted to chew him out for being so kind of you

Your overwhelming emotions rising as you tried to stay dismissive

"Just tell the Brothers I'm leaving, I think I'm going to head back home."

Beel raised a brow

You looked away from his confused expression

"my real home, I need to leave the Devildom."

"you're upset from your dance with the noble, we can talk about instead of you leaving-"

"I need a break."

You repeated, your voice becoming irritated and cold

You held back your frustration and left the party

Belphegor:

"Are you leaving?"

You yelped, knocking your hand on the main door

You just wanted to slip out of the party but it seems you'd have to confront one of the brothers

Belphegor yawned, rubbing his eye

He was sleeping in the coat closet until you woke him up by your footsteps

"yes- I'm tired of this party."

"I'm tired aswell, let's go together, I'm ready to sleep."

He shuffled out of the closet but you put your hands out Infront of you

"go sleep in the palace, I don't want to be around you or-or any of you-!"

"Was it that noble? I felt jealous when I saw you two dancing together but now it seems I shouldn't of, he said something to you, didn't he? What did he say?"

You didn't even realize he saw you or was awake when that happened

You backed up until you bumped into the door

Belphegor cornered you

Wanting his questions answered but you just shoved him back

"leave me alone-! I know you're just see me as an replacement!"

You slammed the door after you and sprinted back to the dorms

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Diavolo:

"I see you're expanding your circle, I'm glad- why do you look so upset?"

"it's nothing, my Lord-"

You both stopped

You haven't referred to him like that since the beginning of the exchange program

He leaned down to get a better look at you, eyes darting over the conflicted and slightly Horrified expression

Both of your gazes landed on the noble

"What did he say to you? If he made you uncomfortable or threatened you, I'll deal with this-"

He tried to give you a comforting pat on the shoulder but you pushed your body away

"Quit it! Stop trying to act like you care."

You were sure if people saw your interaction they'd be glaring at you

Thinking of your audacity

But Diavolo was worried about you

He knew that Nobel has hurt you

"I do care for you, we all do - please tell me what happened."

You covered your ears, tears pricking your eyes

You shook your head and ran away

Needing space to figure out your thoughts and your emotions

Barbatos:

You trudged past Everyone, growing irritated with yourself

Were you really going to believe that guy? But it seemed to make sense

If it wasn't right then why did you feel this way?

"here, you look as if you need it."

He hands you a handkerchief

You took it slowly, looking at him with distrust

You frowned as he just smiled at you patiently

"why do you even care? Is it because of the prince?"

"I'm simply helping because I desire to, it seems Someone is causing an issue with you."

"Don't you know everything? You should know exactly what's wrong....you don't have to keep acting all vague in hopes it'll throw me off, I know you all are-"

He tilted his head, eyes squinting with an almost annoyed expression

"nevermind....Just leave me alone."

"I will but it is best to remind you that the Noble you're trusting Is not the type of man you want to be around, he is using you not the other way round."

Your froze

Unsure how to respond, you clutched the handkerchief as you gritted your teeth

You quickly ran off not wanting to confront your emotions

Solomon:

Isn't this Fun? I've even made a few pacts whilst here-"

"why are we even here? Do you ever feel like we're not actually wanted? Just being used?"

Your eyes flickered between Diavolo and the noble

Rubbing your arm as you tried to soothe yourself

Solomon followed your eyes

Clicking his tongue

"I see, that nobles gotten to your head, don't fear my apprentice, I'll fix this."

He rolled up his sleeves but you just grabbed his arm

You felt stupid for thinking you two could be on the same thought process

Was it really just the Nobel Getting to you???

But what you're feeling feels so real and so genuine - this feeling of just being a pawn or a replacement to them

"No...it's silly to think we'd be on the same page, they have much more history with you meanwhile all I have is being their sister's ancestor."

You walked off leaving the wizard to mewl over your words

You didn't stay to find out what would happen now that Solomon knew the gist of what the Nobel said to you

Simeon:

As you charged away from the party you suddenly bumped into Someone

Simeon grabbed your arms as he steadied you

But that's when he noticed your teary eyes

"Oh, what's wrong? You look upset."

"I want to leave this party."

You frowned, holding his arms whilst he held you

You glanced at the demons on the dance floor

"Are you sure? The brothers will be upset with your sudden disappearance-"

You huffed

Pushing yourself away from Simeon as. got ready to just leave by yourself

"if you don't take me back then I'll just go myself."

He was caught off by your sudden change in mood

Realizing something really harsh must of happened he grabbed your hands and wiped under your eye

"Wipe your tears, I'm sure Luke will be thrilled to see you in purgatory hall."

And just like that he walked you out of ball

A few shouts from the brothers rang in your eyes but you just sped up your pace

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Wounded Love (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: M for mature. Blood, more blood, heavy language, seriously lots of blood. Literally the bloodiest/most detailed thing I've written. Genre: Super angst with some fluff to ease the pain. We're talking putting honey in your cup of poison to make it taste better. The ending is split, with both a happy and a sad ending. Warnings: Minor surgery (technically?) while the patient is fully awake (that's the reader, btws), blood loss, graphic depiction of a wound and how said wound is taken care of. Possible trigger for self-harm, as the reader is performing part of the surgery themselves. Also brief mention of cannibalism in the bad ending. This may very well be a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat sort of thing. Notes: While I have more medical knowledge than the average person, due to my Girl Scouts training + having a mother as a nurse, I am in no way shape or form a medical professional, and do not suggest that the methods of treatment used in this fic be taken seriously. If you find yourself seriously injured, do not attempt to replicate anything you read here. Only a portion of this is based on a real-ass incident I went through, the rest is based on a dream, and what I experienced was not what you want to do in an emergency.

{Wounded Love}

This was a mistake. Blood stains your leg, your fingers, and bruises start to form all over your exhausted body. And for what? Why had you, a tiny, fragile human, dared to pass through this damned, lycan-infested forest? Because a woman who didn’t even love you asked you to. Now you were going to die, body certain to get left out in the cold or reduced to a pile of gnawed bones. If you had more strength remaining, you might have slammed your hand into the ground in frustration, or screamed until your lungs burned from something other than frost.

But that wouldn’t get you anywhere. Wouldn’t help you get back to the castle, wouldn’t ease the racing of your heart. So you settle for the only thing that might do any good: One quick motion pulls the scarf from your neck, sending a chill down your spine that you promptly ignore. Even with shaky hands and numb fingers, your experience is enough to let you wrap the cloth around your leg, tying the ends in a knot to secure it. The pressure hurts, just not enough for you to prefer bleeding out. A test step reveals that walking is mildly more difficult now.

“I’m going to haunt her,” you muse, under your breath, tears starting to freeze at the corner of your eyes. Still, you are as quietly determined as ever, and so once more you limp down the path. Every time you put weight on your injured leg it protests harder. If not for the snow and ice covering the ground, you might have quickly searched for a walking stick. “What could be so important about this damn package? Couldn’t Doug or whatever-his-fucking-name-is deliver it? Man can practically teleport, and here I am, watching as blood loss and hypothermia race to see who can kill me first.”

Gods were you angry. Why had this happened so soon after you had settled in? Finally you had been comfortable in Castle Dimitrescu, no longer as frightened of the residents, even finding them… charming, in a way. Then the Lady of house called to you for what she claimed to be a simple errand. You had believed her, even when she explained that you would have to leave the relative safety of her home. What a fool you had been.

“What a fool she must be,” you murmur, “to think me safe here. To think I could outlast wolfmen prowling the village outskirts.” Would she even care if she saw you now? Would she be surprised, disappointed? Would she do something to change your fate? There was no reason for her to do so. It didn’t matter how much you had helped her, how much she claimed to appreciate what you did (heavy lifting, repair of clothing, massages). You were as replaceable as any other Maiden there was. And that, that was what made you have a double-take. It came to you in that moment, a thought so painful that you could not deny it was the truth. “She never thought I would survive.”

Bitterness coats your tongue, like blood in your throat, and your brain demands that you destroy your cargo, the very thing that got you sent here in the first place. You almost do it. Feet stopping, arms shrugging the carrying straps off, bloody hands taking hold of it. Tears fall, just two, and hit the package. At that moment your plan changed. This new idea would be far, far more satisfying… as long as you succeeded.

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Spite was one hell of a drug. Enough of it and you could march your warm corpse right back to the castle, fist banging on the front door with everything you had. The path had been shorter than you thought, thankfully, but it had still taken so much out of you. Now you were leaning against the door, sliding down it, unable to support your own weight. Nothing inside the castle stirred. Were they ignoring you? Was Alcina really going to let you die inches from your “home”? Fuck that, you thought.

“Alcina!” You scream, loud as you can, startling the birds in the distant trees. The word echoes around you and rattles inside your ribs. It’s not enough. “Damn it, I am seconds away from dying, get out here now so I can look you in your fucking eyes!” Something tears a little in your throat, turning the last of your words into a hellish screech, leaving you to gasp and croak in the snow. You go to wipe your tear-filled eyes with your hands, only to remember just how much blood they’re covered in.

Sobs overtake you in just a few moments. You’re blinded by tears, deafened by sorrows, and numb from all the cold. In the aching seconds before you black out, you can only barely make out the silhouette of someone rushing to your side…

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is mind searing pain. You try to jolt upwards, only to find a pair of strong, gloved hands holding you down. Someone shouts something, but you can’t make it out, and you feel another hand gently squeeze one of your own. Pained gasps escape your throat one after the other, but whatever is hurting you doesn’t stop. It takes a full minute for you to adjust enough to make sense of where you are. At last, you understand what’s being said.

“-it’s okay, shhh, please, we’re trying to help,” says none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. She’s the one holding your hand, doing her best not to hurt you with her grip, trying desperately to calm you down. One the other side of you, Cassandra is positioned to hold you down. There’s a tight-lipped scowl on her face, and her brow is furrowed, but she’s not looking at your face, but rather eying somewhere in the opposite direction. Following her gaze, you find her older sister is sitting near your injured leg, and is undeniably the source of some of your pain. In one hand she holds a bottle of alcohol (notably not the wine her family produces), the other holding a wet cloth to your wound. No wonder it stings so much.

“Shit, shit, stop,” you growl, barely getting the words out. But all anyone does is look at you. Alcina’s mouth opens to speak, only for you to cut her off. “I’ve got medical training, for the love of Mother Miranda let me help! How long have I been unconscious?” This time Bela stops, glancing at her mother for direction. The grip on your torso grows looser, with Cassandra evidently heeding your words, and you take the chance to sit up, careful not to move your leg. At this point you realize that there’s a needle of sorts in your arm, attached to a tube, which trails up into a blood bag. It’s clearly been improvised with equipment from the “wine-making” part of the castle.

“Fifteen minutes at most,” a new voice chimes, from somewhere behind you. “I got that cloth you wanted, mother, but something tells me I’m not done fetching things.” Ah, Daniela Dimitrescu. Was the whole family helping you?... Why? As much as you wanted answers, there wasn’t (currently) time for questions. Not when one glance at your leg tells you that some of your flesh is rapidly decomposing. The wound was made only an hour ago, and already it was getting deadlier than you could even process.

“I need a sharp, clean knife, a needle with thread, a glass of water, and someone needs to put a metal tool, sterilized, on the stove, right now,” you said, finding it easier to talk now that no one was cleansing your wound. Without hesitation Daniela dispersed into a cloud of insects, heading towards the kitchen, while Cassandra stood up and moved towards the stairs.

“Guess I’ll get the needle,” she said, sounding rather unenthusiastic.

“What are you planning?” Alcina asks, more concerned than you had ever heard her before. Attempting to reassure her, you manage a small smile before explaining.

“Got scratched and slobbered on by a lycan. Whatever they have, it’s infectious. If I want to save my leg, or at least have a chance at surviving, I have to take measures to reduce the likelihood of an infection,” you say. Now Alcina is slowly stroking her thumb across your hand, eyes narrowed with concern. There’s a look on her face that you can’t quite parse, something she’s not saying. For now you ignore it and continue going over your plan. “The best thing would be to amputate. The tourniquet might have helped prevent the saliva from getting further into my body- and I do mean might- but I can’t keep it on forever. Problem is… I don’t want to lose it. God, I’m terrified of that, and with what we have in the castle I… I’d be more likely to die of shock than not. So, well, forget that idea.

“I’m just going to remove the wound. By making a bigger wound. It’s crazy, I know, but this will kill me if we do nothing. It will probably kill me if we do. The technical term is some shit like ‘de-bride-ing’?... No, debridement, I think. Except normally the poor fucker getting cut open is asleep for the procedure.” By the time you’re done, Lady Dimitrescu is looking at you with horror. Yeah, you had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate the idea. “Look, if this is too much… if it’s not worth saving me, if you’d rather give me a quick death, I understand. If I were-”

“Don’t be foolish, dear. You will not die, not as long as something can be done about it,” Alcina replies, quickly, eager to stop hearing you talk about dying. It’s… strange to hear her sound so confident about saving you, even stranger to realize what she called you. As if reading your thoughts, she shifts in her seat, avoiding your gaze for a moment. Shyness didn’t suit her, and you imagined it was more about her finding the right words. When she speaks, she’s looking right at you again. “I have hesitated to tell you the truth, and now I find the world playing a cruel trick on me, trying to take that which I adore. But I don’t want to aggravate your stress right now. Please, think nothing of what I have said.”

Before you could reply, footsteps reached your ears, and soon enough Daniela returns. In one hand she holds a large pitcher of water. In the other? Several knives, of various sizes, one of which you’re pretty sure you’ve seen Cassandra playing with before. As soon as you see her your face lights up, glad to be able to start the procedure.

“Oh thank fuck- or, I mean, thank you, Lady Daniela,” you stutter, reaching out as she offers you the items. Thankfully Bela had already made room on the table at your side, where she had set the bottle of alcohol down. For a moment you had forgotten that she was there. Had she already known about her mother’s feelings? Based on her lack of reaction, you could only assume that she was well aware. “I’m gonna scream, B-T-dubs. Just, uh, cover your ears?” You offer, already holding your chosen knife (big enough to be effective, small enough to offer precision).

“So… you’re going to do this yourself? Didn’t think you had it in you, red. Try not to cut anything important. Wouldn’t want to have to clean that mess up,” Daniela teases. As soon as she’s finished she has to shift into a swarm, as Bela flat out throws a knife at her. For a moment you freeze, watching as Alcina rises to her full height, staring her eldest daughter down. Behind her, Daniela reforms, clearly using her mother as a shield. “I was just trying to relieve the tension, jeez. It’s like you think she’s already dead.”

“Don’t speak another word!” Alcina snaps, sending a frightening stare towards Daniela. You cough, awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Meanwhile Bela is pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers, clearly tired of dealing with her sister’s sense of humor. “No one will speak a word until this is finished, unless my dear needs something, understood?” Both the girls nod at that, neither feeling a need to risk any further ire.

“I’m just going to start working now,” you awkwardly chime, taking a deep breath before leaning in towards your injured leg. On closer inspection you can see a strange, dark residue in the wound. They’re specks, scattered along the length of it, and they seem more common the closer you look to the gash’s center. Gross, you think. Half curious, half checking for legitimate reasons, you bring your other hand to the cut and gently spread both sides apart. It hurts like hell, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming. But sure enough, the residue is practically solid at the deepest point of the wound. “Those lycans really should be on leashes.”

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Daniela exchange looks with Bela, but neither of them disobey their mother (yet). Shaking the thought away, you finally get to the brunt of the task at hand. Your hand moves slowly, reluctant to inflict such damage against its own body. As soon as the tip of the knife touches your skin, you start to doubt your ability to do this. It takes looking at Alcina, seeing the way she watches you with equal parts concern and tenderness, to remind you why you’re doing this. Death just wasn’t something you could accept right now; not after what she had said, what she had implied.

The knife is fantastically sharp. Hardly any pressure is needed before your flesh gives away, cells letting go of their neighbors like it was a casual affair. You start at the left side of your injury, digging down a little, trying to only go as deep as you needed to. Tears formed in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away. As the first of many screams leaves your mouth, you turn and twist the knife, cutting to the right, then up. Like scooping the seeds out of a pumpkin. Fresh blood springs from the wound, starting to fill up the crevice. Quickly you discard the skin you removed by tossing it into the same bowl that Bela had put a bloody towel in earlier.

“Yes,” you shudder through gritted teeth, “this hurts so fucking bad. No, I don’t need someone to take over yet.” At this point neither of the present sisters are looking at you, seeming oddly uncomfortable at the sight of you cut up like this. Hadn’t they done worse to your fellow Maidens?... Whatever, the thought couldn’t last long when you still had work to do.

Next you take a fresh, damp cloth and dab at your injury, ignoring how it throbbed beneath your touch. Then you resumed cutting, forced to press the knife deeper in order to remove the spreading residue. If you had been a scientist, this would have been utterly fascinating to observe. Whatever had been in the lycan’s saliva was slowly eating at your flesh, but not outright dissolving it. No, it simply left the skin where it was, but killed and rapidly broke it down. Yes, it would have been fascinating, if not for the fact that there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to outpace the bacteria.

With this in mind you force yourself to hold in your next scream, hoping to make it easier for you to focus. The knife continued to cut, going lower, setting nerves alight as it did. Your vision starts to blur, and for a few seconds you think you’re going to black out. Someone says something you don’t hear, and then suddenly there’s a hand on top of your own. When your vision clears you see Bela is responsible, her grip keeping you from dropping the knife. She doesn’t let go until you give her a clear nod. Even then, she seems reluctant to let you continue.

Around this time is when Cassandra returns. Her footsteps catch your attention (it’s your understanding that carrying objects is much harder in swarm mode), and you spare her a quick glance before getting back to work. A few moments later she’s placing a set of needles and a long spool of thread next to you. Ironically, they’re the same tools that you’ve used to repair and adjust Alcina’s dresses over the past year. Hopefully they work just as well on flesh, you think. Your next thoughts are canceled out by unbelievable pain. More cries leave your lips, and your hand starts shaking. Panic is settling in fast, your movements getting sharper, leading you to make a brash decision: Time to care less about precision and more about speed.

“Distract me, please,” you gasp between grunts. No one responds at first, and you know they need clarification. Speaking is getting harder by the second, but you do your best. “Brain can’t process many stimulants, same time. Just- fuck- trace skin around wound, touch hair, anything.” Somewhere between your semi-broken sentences and screams, Alcina gets the message. She’s moving closer, now, behind you, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other rubbing gentle circles on your undamaged leg. Across from you Daniela is too busy pacing to help, though you can hardly blame her.

“Should I get the metal thing from the stove?” Cassandra asks, silently hoping that Dani hadn’t assumed someone else was going to handle that part. You’re still in too much pain to talk, so you half nod half grunt in response. Not bothering to say anything, the middle child takes off, swarm moving at what might be a new speed record.

As much as your hands are shaking, you still manage to cut away another strip of flesh, tossing it aside with even less care than before. This time Bela wipes the wound for you, practically reading your mind. The moment her hands are completely out of the way you start cutting again, crying out, throat shredded to pieces from all your screaming. Alcina sounds like she might be close to sobbing, but she doesn’t stop her movements, doing her best to distract you just like you had asked. Even Bela helps, now, tracing spots around your injury whenever she knows she won’t be in your way. The effect is minor, in the end, hardly making a dent in how much pain you’re processing.

If you survive this, though, you’re hugging every daughter as tight as you can and showering them with affection… but only after you finish doing the same for their mother.

“You are so brave,” Alcina murmurs next to your ear. It’s even clearer now how close she is to crying, her voice seconds away from cracking. Hearing her like this almost hurts as bad as the initial lycan attack did. “You are so strong. No other mortal could ever be your match. Do you understand, my dear? You are blessed, divine, and I love you so much.”

In any other setting, her words would leave you melting in her arms, radiating affection so strongly that you might as well have been radioactive. Instead, you are unable to respond, or even look her way. All you can do is press the knife to your skin again, showing your own feelings by destroying yourself for her.

The blade is starting to find more resistance, and you’re having to pause more often, spots appearing in your vision. Going faster only makes things worse, your hand threatening to slip. You’re determined to finish this, no matter what, but your need to control the situation is gradually making things worse. Alcina notices this before you do, and acts before you have a chance to protest.

“Bela, the knife,” she says, then tightens her grip on your waist. Your confusion shifts to panic as your arm is carefully, but forcefully, pulled away from your wound. “Can you finish the job?” It takes you a few moments to realize that Alcina isn’t talking to you. No, she’s speaking to her eldest daughter, who doesn’t hesitate to take the knife away from you. It’s so easy for her, between her strength and your weakness. “Don’t struggle. Let us finish this.”

Protests rise from your throat and die in your mouth. Pain flares harder now that Bela isn’t distracting you. Once more your vision goes dark, but this time there’s no pause, no hesitation. You are suffering, horribly, and the Dimitrescu family refuses to make you hurt longer than necessary. It’ll be over soon, you think, not knowing whether you refer to your pain or your life itself.

Something wet drops onto the back of your neck, then darkness overtakes you…

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“Damn those lycans, I should string Heisenberg up myself! They’re his responsibility, after all,” Lady Dimitrescu snarls, trying to ignore the tears in her eyes. Now that you’re unconscious, unable to hear what ails her, she feels free to voice her thoughts. “The damn things should never have come close to the path to the village.”

“What if she strayed from the path? Wouldn’t that explain it?” Bela suggests, even as her hands work to remove what seems to be the last piece of dead/infected flesh from your leg. She hates how the words feel in her mouth, hates suggesting that you of all people might have betrayed her mother’s trust. But it makes sense. After all, this whole mess, with you leaving the castle to retrieve a mysterious package, was all a test to see if you would try to run. It hadn’t been her idea, and Bela admitted to herself that she thought it was unnecessary.

“On the way back? Why would she bother getting the package if she intended to run?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, right as Cassandra returns. The middle child is practically juggling the metal spatula she’s carrying, irritated (not harmed) by the heat it produced. One of her brows perks up when she hears the conversation, but she keeps any thoughts she has to herself.

“Just a thought, mother, I didn’t quite believe it myself,” Bela chimes, after a pause. With that said she holds up her hand with pride, clutching between her fingers the last of the decaying flesh. The way the others react, one might have thought that a miracle had been performed. Daniela clapped her hands together, giggling a little, and finally stopped her pacing. “Don’t celebrate too much, now,” Bela reminded her, taking the spatula from Cassandra as she did. “There’s still plenty to do. It’s a good thing she’s not awake for this part.”

A good thing, indeed. She uses her fingers to spread the remaining skin a little, giving a quick examination, then deciding that she had successfully removed all remaining residue. Keeping her fingers where they were, she pressed the side of the spatula to your skin, putting the most pressure at the center of the wound. Three seconds passed, then she lifted her hand. A pause. She pressed it back into place, keeping a close eye on the affected area. This repeated several times, the gaps being necessary to prevent unintentional damage. Once the wound seemed properly closed she set the spatula aside.

“Is that it?... Did we save her?” Daniela asks, opting to finally sit down in a nearby chair. Something about her word choice makes both of her sisters scoff.

“I could sew it closed, as a precaution, but there’s no way I’d do it the way she had intended. It might be best to just give her time to rest, and see what she thinks when she gets back up,” Bela answers. For a moment her words hang in the air, but eventually Alcina gives a little nod and a hum.

“Very well. I shall carry her to my quarters, where she won’t be disturbed. Please, let one of the Maidens know to bring some food up this evening,” Alcina says, gently taking you into her arms as she does…

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BAD ENDING: It’s been six hours, with no sign of you waking up. Your other wounds had been examined, cleaned, and bandaged. Food had been carefully prepared and brought up to you, though it now remained on the bedside table, untouched. Alcina has gone to call Mother Miranda, intending to speak to her about the growing unrest of the lycans, as Heisenberg hadn’t answered his phone. For the first time since you returned you are alone. It is now, of all times, that you awaken. A gasp sends you into a coughing spree, forcing you into a sitting position. The space around you feels like it's moving, and your vision blurs. Blood spills from your mouth as you finally regain the ability to breathe.

Seconds later your vision clears, but what you see is enough to make you wish you couldn’t. The blood that spilled onto the sheets is a dark red… with even darker spots scattered throughout it. All at once you know what happened: Residue had hidden from you, or gone deeper than your wound, infecting you before you ever stood a chance. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but something deeper starts calling to you. Something older. Darker. It drags you to your feet, ignores the pain of your wounds, and sends you out the bedroom door.

Your mind is racing, thoughts never quite clear enough for you to understand. It doesn’t feel like you’re in control of your own movements. Was something else in charge, or were you operating on an infection powered autopilot? Answers weren’t coming, just bloodshed.

“You’re not supposed to be out of bed yet!” A voice calls out to you, making you turn to investigate. On the other end of the hallway is a maiden, one you instantly recognize. You’ve worked with her before, plenty of times, tag-teaming more tasks than you could count. She was like a sister to you. When she sees the blood staining your clothes, she gasps, then moves to support you. “Please, Lady Dimitrescu will be so upset if you-” her words melt into a blood curdling scream. For a moment you don’t understand.

And then you swallow, a chunk of hot meat slipping down your throat, and the scream dies down.

“What?...” You whisper, finally tasting the blood in your mouth, watching as your friend’s body falls to the floor. There’s a chunk of flesh missing from her neck, and the dots connect themselves in your head. You did that. Every part of you wants to scream, wants to cry out and beg someone to come kill you. Instead you fall to your knees, hard, uncaring. Your hands move themselves, grasping at the still warm corpse. Something has made you stronger, or at the very least removed the mental limits that kept you from destroying yourself. Flesh gives under your touch, tearing like paper, and you start crying as it reaches your mouth.

Footsteps approach, thundering fast, and you want to warn whoever it is. When you turn to look, you feel your hands let go of your meal. Your gaze meets that of a stunned Cassandra Dimitrescu, then drifts to the sickle in her hand.

“Kill me,” you growl, voice distorted, practically echoing. “Kill me now!” Not needing to be told a third time, Cassandra moves lightning quick, swarm-jumping forward before manifesting behind you, sickle dragging across your throat in one smooth motion. But it’s not enough. She realizes this, though, and slams her foot into your back, sending you tumbling forward. It’s enough to prevent you from countering, which gives her time to advance again, this time pulling a knife from her boot and driving it into the center of your back. When you scream, it’s not with your own voice, but that of a monster.

“Fucking fuck, what the fuck, red?” Daniella asks as she rounds the corner, eyes immediately landing on your bloodsoaked mouth. She’s quick to take in the scene, drawing a conclusion easily, even if it breaks her heart a little. Your vision fades as she approaches, and you know that it’s finally over. If only you had expired a few seconds earlier… because the last thing you hear is the startled cry of your would-be lover.

“No! No, darling, what happened-” Alcina finishes her sentence, but you do not hear it. You do not hear anything, anymore. You do not know it… but there will be hell to pay for your death.

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GOOD ENDING: When you awake, you find yourself in the softest sheets you’ve ever touched, a warm and familiar presence next to you. The first thing you see is Alcina’s sleeping face next to your own. She’s on her side, one arm around your waist, the covers pulled up to her hip. Warmth fills your chest as you take in the sight. For a few moments you just… appreciate this. Never before had you imagined that you would get to wake up next to the woman you loved so much. A sigh, one of bliss, leaves your lips. Slowly you move forward, gently placing a kiss to Alcina’s cheek. Seconds later her eyelids flutter open, and she tiredly takes you in.

“You’re… awake,” she murmurs, hardly awake herself. But her fatigue doesn’t last long. As soon as she’s fully processed the situation her eyes go wide. Then she’s pulling you closer, careful not to hurt you, and peppering little kisses over your face. “I’ve been so worried, dear. You scared us so much.” The hurt in her voice leaves you restless, making you curl up against her, desperate to soothe her worries. Moving hurts a little, but not enough to dissuade you from your goal.

“I’m sorry, love,” you say, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m okay, I’m alive, the plan worked out. You don’t have to fret for me anymore. I won’t leave you, I promise.” Slowly but surely, Alcina calms, exchanging kisses for softly running her fingers through your hair. There’s such love in her eyes that you can hardly believe you aren’t dreaming. “You’re amazing, Alcina. I could stay like this all day.”

“Maybe we should,” she offers, chuckling a little. Once again you give her a quick kiss, unable to resist the urge. “I should have never asked you to leave. I should have just trusted you.” The words give you pause, and you tilt your head in confusion. Realizing that you still didn’t know the full story, Alcina frowns. “The package is worthless, just a bundle of straw and a few rocks for weight. It was never what I cared about.”

Tension builds in your chest, and for a few seconds you have no idea how to react. It takes a minute for you to think, to connect the dots, but once you do it’s a tad bit easier to breathe. A scowl twists your lips as you think of what to say.

“If I had known that Heisenberg was forgoing his duties, I never would have sent you outside,” Alcina adds, the silence taking its toll on her.

“You shouldn’t have sent me either way,” you respond, bitterly, thinking of all that you had seen and heard on your journey. “I would have done anything to prove to you how I feel. There are other ways to show devotion- far less dangerous ways, at that.”

“I know, dear. You have every right to be angry… and watching you suffer has taught me all that I need to know,” Alcina says, still playing with your hair, trying to ease the tension. As upset as you about this recent revelation… it’s not enough to change how you feel about her, and you want her to understand that, fully and completely.

So you lean into her touch, let your eyes drift close for a moment, then softly place one of your arms around her as best as you can.

“We’ll need to talk about this more… just not right now. Right now, I need you, Alcina. I need to hold you, and be held by you, and just know that you’re here. That I’m here. That neither of us are going anywhere,” you say, resting your forehead against hers. “I need to feel safe, and your arms are the safest place I can imagine. Stay here with me?”

“It will be the easiest thing I have ever done.”

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #tw blood #tw self harm #tw cannibalism #blood blood blood oops #I wrote this instead of sleeping because my hands cannot be stopped #typeity type type type #sorry if the formatting is off #i'm trying the new editor or whatever #if it's fucked I'll fix it whenever I wake up

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hi its ya gorl seijoh hoe 🤠 how would they all (separately or as a group) react to the reader when she gets protective n savage toward a crappy guy who treated her friend like trash n she talks to the guys abt it?/ love the blog btw <3

Reacting to you slapping a guy

Characters: Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Matsukawa x reader & Hanamaki x reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, nudes, swearing

a/n: Hiii i made y/n slap the guy cause he was an ass✋🏻 hope you enjoy love :) ,,,also some are in high school and some aren’t so sorry if that’s confusing <33

wc: 2.8k

Oikawa

- Your friend had recently broken up with your boyfriend and Oikawa wanted to come tell you about the rumours he’d been spreading

“No f/n, you were right to dump him he can’t expect you to stay with him when he’s never making dates and only hanging out with you when he’s drunk. That’s not a relationship” you were getting fired up just thinking about how much of a dick your friends ex was. “I know y/n, i just...i feel like i’m gonna regret it i mean i still love him, i know i shouldn’t but..” she sighed and shrugged and you held her hands comfortingly, you knew this was hard but having to build her up after every fight they had was breaking your heart and you were glad she finally managed to cut ties with him. “I know, you’ll be okay, i’ll be here the whole time m’kay? so will tooru and i’m sure he knows someone if you want to go out and have fun to get over him..” you playfully nudged her and she giggled, you were happy to finally see her seem happy. “I dont need rebound sex y/n” she rolled her eyes and you laughed together before your boyfriend, Oikawa approached you both seeming uncharacteristically nervous.

You both looked up at him expectantly “hi tooru, something wrong baby?” he sat down next to you and smiled sweetly at f/n “uh, you broke up with ex/n recently right?” your eyes widened and you slapped Toorus arm “it’s okay y/n, i figured you’d tell him anyway, i don’t mind..and yeah i did, why?” you glared at Oikawa and he laughed awkwardly “well, he’s behind the gym, i was taking a break from practise and heard your name so i listened and he was saying..things...” you looked over at your friend who was growing more anxious by the minute. You knew she’d have a million thoughts running through her head, regretting the break up. You frowned before turning to Oikawa “what things Tooru?” you were growing more frustrated by the second, thinking about that asshole. “His friend asked him about the break up and he said he broke it off cause you wanted more than sex..” Oikawa offered an apologetic smile before rubbing her shoulder “he WHAT?”.

While Oikawa was trying to comfort your friend you were seeing white, blind with rage as you stormed off ignoring your boyfriend calling you. “We should follow her, something bad is going to happen..” Tooru dragged your friend behind you as you continued on your path to the gym. That asshole couldn’t handle being dumped so he lied? what a fucking joke. You were muttering under your breath, effectively clearing the people in front of you away as the avoided your furious aura.

“Oi ex/n!” he turned around with a smug grin on his face and his friends whistled and laughed, clealry entertained “Y/n, what do i owe the p-“ he was cut off by the loud bang of your fist connecting with the bridge of his nose. He stumbled back, holding his nose as a few drops of blood hit the floor, you shook your hand, adrenaline coursing through you “you bitch!” he took a few steps towards you but you were pulled back into a firm chest “Uh, we’ll be leaving now. Don’t bother telling anyone or i’ll let the whole school know about what really happened, including your tiny dick.” Oikawa smiled widely at them before dragging you away.

When you were sitting back with your friend and Oikawa she hugged you tightly “y/n, i fucking love you” you both laughed while Oikawa stood there staring at you “ahem?” he cleared his throat. “Hi baby...?” he sighed before grabbing your hand and pressing a soft kiss against each knuckle “your adrenaline is going to go away and this is going to hurt, i’m getting you ice..f/n, make sure she stays put.” He began to stand up but you grabbed his wrist, wincing slightly “i’m sorry for making you worry Tooru” you leant down pressing a kiss to your forehead “don’t be sorry, i love how much you care about your friends, i just don’t want you hurt, i’m sure he’s worse off though, you threw a good punch i can’t wait to tell Iwa!” you both laughed before he pressed another quick kiss to your forehead, jogging off towards the gym again to grab an ice pack.

“Ugh you guys are so in love it’s gross” you friend pretended to throw up and you laughed at her “yeah” you smiled cheesily and she smiled too, she was happy you had someone so perfect for you.

Iwaizumi

You were having a night out with your best friend since she was feeling down. Her boyfriend had been distant lately so you offered to take her to a club Iwaizumi and you had gone to once to blow off some steam.

You both dressed up took some pictures before heading out. You were happy to distract your friend, she was already feeling better and excited to go out with you. You texted Iwaizumi letting him know you’ll probably crash at f/n’s house and sending him some pictures. He told you he’d stay up and wait for you to text him you got in safe anyway.

When you arrived you bought some drinks for you both and she sculled it down before moving to the dance floor, you watched amused from the bar. You felt someone staring holes into your side and so you turned to meet a very guilty face, with his arm wrapped around some girl. She was looking up at him confused “baby what’s wrong?” you scoffed audibly before making your way over to them. If your friend noticed your absence you didn’t see.

“You know, i wish i could say i was surprised...” he rolled his eyes, guilty expression vanishing as he tightened his arm around the girls waist. “So you’re the girlfriend?” you turned to look down at the girl as she scowled at you and you almost laughed. “Oh so she knows, and no sweetie i’m not.” “I am.” you turned around shocked to see your friend on the verge of tears behind you, looking heartbroken. You felt your stomach drop, you turned around to look at her now ex, wanting the Earth to open up and swallow him whole for being the reason your friend felt like this.

You don’t know what happened but suddenly your palm was red and stinging, raised into the air and he was holding his jaw, fury in his eyes. F/n grabbed your arm, quickly running out towards to the exit. “Y/n, you’re such a badass what the fuck was that?” she laughed loudly, it sounded nice despite her ruined make up and red eyes. “Are you okay?” you asked, taking out your phone to text Iwaizumi, her laugh died down and she nodded, tearing up again before hugging you. You rubbed her back soothingly.

Y/n: Hi baby, soo night out has been cut short, can you come pick us up? f/n is staying the night also hurry there’s an angry blonde girl trying to find us

Iwa: explain when i pick you up. i love you.

Y/n: mhm i love you too <3

A few minutes passed and f/n had stopped crying and was sniffling, sitting in the floor deleting photos of her ex. You heard obnoxious clicking of heels and looked to see her ex and his new girlfriend walking towards you both. You cursed under your breath, alerting f/n to the two new presences. You saw Iwaizumi’a car approaching and when he saw your panicked face he sped up, parking right in front of f/n. He guided f/n to the back seat, letting her lie down, guessing by the sight of her ex boyfriend holding another girls hand what had happened. He could see the way they looked like they were trying to kill you with their glares and came to stand beside you, “can we help you?” he wrapped a protective arm around your middle, smiling sarcastically. “Yeah, control your bitch she fucking slapped me.” he chuckled dryly and Iwaizumis grip tightened, “y/n get in the car.” you gripped his arm “zumi don’t, he isn’t worth it he’s pathetic” he looked down to see your pleading gaze and he sighed, kissing your forehead before turning and walking you both back to the car. “Hey-“ “Shut up man, you lost a good one.” Your friends ex walked off angrily and you both got in the car.

After a few minutes of driving, Iwaizumi rested his hand on your thigh, you could tell he was tense so you rubbed his hand “relax baby, i’m okay..” he relaxed his shoulders and loosened his other hand on the steering wheel. “I know but he’s an ass and i don’t trust him” he was stroking your thigh trying to calm himself down. You looked behind to see f/n “hi, you feeling okay ?” she nodded, smiling at you. “Iwaizumi i just thought you should know she did hit him pretty hard” you both giggled and iwaizumi squeezed your leg, letting out a loud laugh as he brought your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch with your best friend while Iwaizumi made you both food and put on some movies. Iwaizumi watched you both from the kitchen, admiring you taking care of your friend with a love sick grin on his face.

Matsukawa

You were at your best friends apartment waiting for your food to arrive, you were having dinner with her and sleeping over since she just broke up with her boyfriend. They’d been together for ages, he even introduced you to your boyfriend Issei, eventually he got toxic and started preventing your friend from hanging out with you guys.

The door bell rang and you sprung up to go answer it, “i got it, stay here but pause the movie.” you opened the door revealing your boyfriend looking down at you. “Hi baby” you chuckled, surprised as he pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head before moving to the lounge room where f/n was.

“Hi f/n, i’m sorry for coming over unannounced but have you spoken to ex/n recently?” she sent you a worried glance and you sat down next to her “Uh you guys aren’t together anymore are you?” you shook your head no and he paused. “Look, i’m really sorry f/n, i was on snapchat and he posted a...photo of you on his private..” she pulled out her phone hastily swiping through, she was stressed as a million thoughts clouded her mind “he removed me...” you looked over to issei who took out his phone.

You held his phone and opened the story, it was f/n naked on a bed with a caption “new whore on the market”, the next was a video of him and some friends at a park, one you recognised. F/n snatched the phone from your hand and started shaking, you gripped the pillow beside you, growing enraged at how far he went and how stressed your friend was. You stood up and walked out of the apartment, Issei followed behind you questioning you. You ignored him and got into his car, driving to the park. Issei stood in the driveway dumbfounded “f/n, y/n’s gone crazy again where’s your car?” f/n was crying now, she came out and pointed to her car parked across the street and Issei guided her to it, rubbing her back to try and calm her down.

You pulled up in front of the park and stepped out of the car, one of his friends snickered “damn she didn’t bring f/n with her, i mean they’re not bad either” they started to laugh and you ignored the growing pit in your stomach, approaching ex/n. The smug look on his face only antagonised your further as he leaned back against the fence. You wanted to wipe that look off his face so you brought your balled fist up and connected it with his jaw. He fell back further into the fence and as held your fist in your hand. His friends started to approach you, you didn’t hear a car door slamming over your own shriek when a firm arm gripped your upper arm. You winced as the grip tightening before an arm encased your middle “issei?” the man loosened his grip on your arm as Issei towered over him. “Let go.” his face looked calm, mocking almost but his voice was dripping with venom and the man let go. “Great.” Issei lifted you up and hauled you over his shoulder putting you in the car.

“Issei i’m sorry i know i shouldn’t have hit him but he was such an ass and f/n didn’t deserve that..” he furrowed his brows as he drove “i’m not mad” you looked at him “really?” he threw his head back and let out a laugh “babe are you serious? you were so badass, if you didn’t hit him i would’ve anyway” you smiled up at him and giggled “are you okay though?” you nodded and he glanced over at you.

After going back to f/n’s house, Issei iced your hand and pressed a few kisses to your upper arm where a small bruise was forming. “I love you, so much baby, i’ll see you later okay? Take care f/n, i’m really sorry, it’s been taken down” she nodded and offered him a smile and you hugged him in return “i love you too, i’ll text you okay?” he smirked at you before kissing you quickly.

F/n and you binged some shitty rom coms and did some face masks while trying to relax after a stressful day.

Hanamaki (sorry his is kind of short)

You were walking around with Makki after your date night, going to get ice cream. “Makki its this way, we’ve been here before!” you attempted to drag your boyfriend by the arm “babe it’s this way, i think i would know” he rolled his eyes “Makki i stg, you’ll see you’re wrong” you stuck out your tongue and he kissed it quickly, you scrunched up your face and wiped it “you’re gross” you both laughed until you heard someone yelling.

You turned to see your best friend looking down at the ground while her boyfriend yelled at her, throwing his arms up and growing more and more frustrated. “Y/n, isn’t that f/n, what the fuck?” Makki started approaching the couple and you quickly followed behind. “Makki wait, he’s really angry what’re you going to do?” you held onto his sleeve as he sped up.

F/n, Matsukawa, you and Makki had been friends for years, attending middle school together and high school. When you and Makki got together you remained friends but f/n quickly grew away from you when she got a boyfriend, barely returning texts, avoiding you at school. You didn’t understand why but you had a feeling it wasn’t malicious, you never liked her boyfriend anyway, so you weren’t mad at her. In fact, despite the circumstances, you were happy to see her, you’d missed her. Makki also missed her, the dynamic the four of you had, he hated her boyfriend.

“Makki? Y/n?” f/n looked up to see you both approaching her angrily. “Oi, can you not pay attention to me for once jesus this is why you were single for so long” your friend cast her gaze back down and you felt a rage bubble up inside you. You’d spent many nights with Makki wondering why f/n hadn’t been speaking with you much, assuming the worst about her boyfriend while Makki joked about him, assuring you he’d never act that way and here he was confirming your theories. You could see Makki tense up before he grabbed his collar “What the fuck do you think you’re doing talking to her like that” he turned to look at Makki and when he did you swung your hand, slapping him. His head whipped back as Makki loosened his grip, turning to you with a massive grin “damn, nice one babe” before he shoved him to the ground grabbing f/n and running away.

You both laughed loudly, dragging f/n away, after a few minutes of running you stopped. “Babe, i told you the ice cream shop was the other way” you whined before you heard sniffling beside you, “f/n...are you okay, i’m sorry i didn’t help you sooner, i wasn’t sure and i’m sorry he was treating you so badly and i didn’t know..” you looked down, grabbing her hands, she smiled at you tearily before pulling you into a hug. Makki joined in, hugging you both as she whispered into your chest “i’ve missed you guys, so, so much.” you laughed with her “i miss you too, stay the night will you? We have ice cream at home” Makki groaned as you sent him a glare “c’mon you two, i’ll call Mattsun, it’s about time we all caught up.” you both nodded and began walking home together.

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wayhaving · 3 years

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8 & rory/a for the physical affection prompts? 😊

my head’s getting heavy, pressed against your arm

HI!! TYSM!! (i lovvvveeee your writing btw!!!) 🥺😭💕

(again this is so so so old, i’m finally finishing all these like MONTHS old prompts. 😭)

8. brushing hands by accident

she’s not drunk.

she’s not.

the wobble of her too-high high heels, nor the smeared streaks of mascara around her eyes, nor the strap of her deep red dress falling down her shoulder told the story of a drunk woman, which she is not.

at least that’s what she’s telling herself.

what she’s not telling herself, is the all-true story of the night, and the events that unraveled leaving her to her disheveled state—and if she has her way the amount of alcohol she’d consumed would leave it that way, completely unbenknownst to the mistakes she’s made tonight.

the moon shines heavy on her, interrogating and illuminating all that she wishes to hide, and she feels vulnerable. vulnerable to the things that go bump in the night, ones she’s so woefully aware of now, but more so vulnerable to the people.

the people of wayhaven, her friends, her family, her team. and really, just the one specific member that has her turned all inside out, except now she’s completely bare and it’s not his fault (and she almost wishes it was).

they can see her. their eyes are on her. the eyes are watching and they can see her stumble on the sidewalk with her purse clutched lazily in her hand. they can see her with tears in her eyes and messy dark hair that’s fallen out of its intricate updo.

and as much as rory wants to lay the blame on everything but her, (on the night, on the present, on him—adam) she has no one else to blame but herself, and that’s possibly worse than anything else.

she sniffles, running a hand down her face, the cool air of autumn a welcome breeze to her reddened face but a terrifying sting to the rest of her body—the tiny maroon dress did nothing for insulation.

it was a beautiful dress, with ruffles down the side hugging her curves, low on her chest showing everything it needed to and more, held up by thin straps. when she put it on, she didn’t think she was doing it justice, and now, it feels even worse on her skin.

a stupid, stupid mistake.

an expensive one, and now she has to pay.

but even still, the mistake doesn’t live up to the pain, it doesn’t live up to the sting of rejection or the gullibility of her actions. a fool, she thinks, i’m an absolute fool.

to think he was interested, to think he truly meant those apologies, and all they were good for— platitudes whispered like sweet nothings in my ear and i fell for it.

and then she thinks, perhaps, she’s desperate, looking for affection and validation in anyone, because of who she couldn’t get it from. but then fuck that, love is not life and they should never intertwine, and she’s never thought of herself to be so helpless but here she is, wide-eyes rimmed with red, heart dutifully open and on her sleeve. because love is in her heart and she has a lust for life.

but she’s not like this, she doesn’t do this.

she doesn’t dress up like this, drink as if it’s the end of the world like this, cry a river on the sidewalk like this.

but, he’s got her fucked up like this, drunk under a streetlight like this, making critical mistakes like this.

and she hates it, loathes it, abhorred by the choices she’s made to garner attention from the only man she’s ever wanted it from, it makes her skin crawl. that he has such an effect on her. that she brought herself to this conclusion, that... bobby was her salvation.

and she was wrong.

she knew it when he called her late at night asking if she wanted to get dinner soon. she knew it when she bought a sexy red dress from the store at the very same time adam’s patrol was cutting through town. she knew it when bobby was an hour late to the restaurant. she knew it when bobby had called her baby, and apologized, kept his hand on her thigh. she knew it when he left in the middle of date.

she knew it when she found him in the alleyway on the phone.

she knew it when she heard him say, “i’m pulling the information from her now.”

“yea, she’s easy—she has no idea.”

and she knew she fucked up. she knew he could never change, that he’s just the same as he was during her college days. just as sleazy, and just as manipulative, playing on her weaknesses.

and it’s sucks, falling for the obvious. being told there’s a shooting star in the sky, and looking up only to be the fallen victim, laughing-stock. when he said jump, she jumped and didn’t even ask how high.

she decides it doesn’t matter, not now at least. it comes and goes in waves, and right now she’s determined to hold on to a little bit of her dignity. she wipes her hand under her eyes, black-stained tears collect on her fingertips, as she sniffles and takes in a shaky breath of air. it stings as it infiltrates her lungs.

the sky is inky, beautiful purple’s and blue’s, a sky she’s never appreciated before but it offers her some clarity. the stars whisper, a testament to her sins.

high-rising red brick buildings surround her as the town square comes into view, there’s a lack of people wandering around, and for good reason. the clock atop the library reads ‘1:34 am’.

rory doesn’t even see the man across the street, aviators tucked into his shirt, hands shoved in the pockets of his hands. and even though he’s close enough to tell, she doesn’t see the way his brows furrow.

he’s a million miles away and he’s just across the square, hidden behind evergreen leaves and branches sticking out like thieves in the night. and he watches, from afar, wondering, feet twisting. does he go?

there shouldn’t have been a doubt in his mind. that once he saw her in obvious distress, his arms should be around her but things are never cut so clear. things are never left out to dry like this, and feelings are so messy. yet adam wants so badly to get his hands dirty. he’s a white shirt and she’s every bad decision he’ll ever make.

so, even though it takes a second (several, actually) he makes his way over to her. his hands are nervous in his pockets, he can feel the cool air on his face like he’s never felt it before, it freezes, cuts on his sharp jaw. everything is amped up around her.

and it’s dangerous to feel things so intensely—feel these feelings, at all.

when he nears her close enough, she turns her head. immediately, her posture strengthens, she picks up her fallen strap, and forces a smile.

“detective.”

“agent.”

his mouth twitches and he threatens to say something he’ll regret, stops himself from gathering her into his arms, and taking her home. reprimanding her for her decisions, brushing the hair from her face and telling her it’ll be alright. leave her warm and comfortable and say goodnight like all of the good boyfriends do. like real people do.

but he doesn’t even bridge the gap.

he thinks it’s already been burned.

he shouldn’t have said it to her. said that she means nothing to him. that she’s just a causality. a mistake. an error.

he shouldn’t have turned his back. shouldn’t have left her wanting. shouldn’t have kept her tucked in his pocket, folded up in discretion. shouldn’t have held her once and said never again. shouldn’t have left her in the rain standing at the warehouse door. shouldn’t have kissed her and forgot the taste. shouldn’t have told her goodbye and shouldn’t have held her eyes in his own.

he shouldn’t have loved her. love her. he shouldn’t have kept it to himself.

but he did, and he does still. he still feels the ignorance on the outside, terrible sweetness in his veins. someone should’ve told him honey burns more than vinegar.

and somehow his heart never intervenes. but god, it longs to. but he knows irrationality, all too well, and it always stops him. always pulls him back. the draw. he’s never as far along as he wants to be.

an apology is on the tip of his tongue, cliches tipping the scales—its love. it’s love. it’s love. but the words are lost on him, as they always are. if only he could tell her.

so he sheds his coat, and before she can object he places it on her shoulders. he hears a sniffle as she pulls it closer. she doesn’t say anything, but the smile has faded and her lips are tight.

he doesn’t say anything either, instead he walks alongside her, hand dangling at his side. afraid to push her over, push her away. he swears, the trouble his mouth makes.

it’s minutes. or hours. time is malleable between them. it never makes any logical sense, like everything else trapped in their perfect storm. but rory’s apartment comes into view much quicker than either of them likes.

and then his hand brushes hers, and she stops. she turns to him and pulls her hand to her chest.

in the moment she wonders what to say, if there is anything to say. she’s content with the silence, everything has gotten so foggy, distant in her head, it’s all so fucked in her mind. there’s not much left to interpret, thoughts speakinf like tongues,

but adam opens his mouth, and rory cuts him off with the wave of her hand.

crickets scream quietly behind them.

“don’t,” she whispers. “you don’t have to say anything.”

adam wants to speak, by god, he wants to tell her everything he’s held back and all the problems he’s made and all the things he could resolve if only—

if only nothing, no ‘ifs’, ‘buts,’ or ‘whens’.

but then he was never a man of many words.

he waits, waits to gauge her reaction, but she walks past him, gathering her keys in her unorganized purse. stomping up the stairs to her apartment door, and adam follows. for safety, he thinks, but he’s there like a lost puppy.

she jams the key in the door, but she doesn’t turn it.

and then.

her forehead falls heavy on the doorframe. slumping down, and a burst of tears. adam works quickly to hold her up.

“i hate you,” she says, as he cradles her. head pressed against his chest as one arm reaches past her and to the key nestled in the door. he opens it, and pushes through.

“i know.”

he doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. he doesn’t need to. through the living room and through the kitchen, all the way to the bedroom in the back, he carries her, sets her down gently onto her sheets.

“i hate how much i need you.”

she sits up, and before she can protest he helps her with her heels.

“i hate how much i want you.”

he sets the heels by her bed, drops her purse on the nightstand.

and then he leaves into the kitchen, pours her a glass of water with a cup from the cupboard he knows they’re in because he knows her, he knows her space. he knows her home.

and he enters again, with the water, and an ibuprofen for the raging headache he knows she has.

“i hate how much i love you.”

he doesn’t stop, even though the shock should, but all he can do is drag his head across the floor in disappointment, in a somber sadness that only he created for himself.

“i know.”

so, he tucks her in and he kisses her forehead goodnight. he clicks the door shut. and in a whisper as quiet as he can manage—

“i love you, too.”

#yea this is cringy!!#what abt it!!#the wayhaven chronicles #twc detective #detective rory parker #twc #adam du mortain #writing

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dylanxmin · 4 years

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A Little Serendipity

part 21 - Final

before /

•masterlist•

pairing; min yoongi x reader

genre; fluff, smut, slight angst, strangers to lovers au

rating; M

warnings; fingering, slight dom!yoongi, slight sub!reader, cum play(f), pet names, light dirty talk, aftercare, mention of having sex once again, soft yoongi,

word count; 5k+

a/n; okay,, i’m little emotional ‘cuz this is the first time im ending a series, and i don’t know what to say,,, thank you for reading and waiting for me to drop another episode all this time. i’m thankful to who read and enjoy this fic. i really like to write this fic, even tho it’s not be my best one, but it’s my first fic so, i really like this fic,,, thank you for being here with me on this journey!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

btw; feedbacks are always appreciated

After all these times, waiting for him to notice me -which it was really hard not to feel pity for myself-, finally, we were a 'thing'. An actual thing. Despite me calling it a 'thing' and not giving this situation a proper name was all on me, and my anxiety to be honest. Well, if I have to defend myself, he didn't say anything, neither did I. It was just casual meetings, eating and going out, just the two of us. And, obviously, I couldn't call it as a 'relationship' as he didn't do it, either. Aish...

I couldn't be lamer than this, and still, can put it in my logic that how he got feelings for me. First of all, I was anxious about everything, shy around everyone, and not that beautiful. If he wants, he can be with someone way better than me, but still, he was here, giving the best kiss I ever had, poting before pull me into a hug because he misses me a lot, and being a big fanboy over me. It was a big surprise for me that he was reading my works from the first time I saw his bookshelf, having all of my books. Even, he had a private spot for placing them in order. Both because I never thought of him as a fan of science fiction, and because they were my book, my works.

Later that night, when he came to my door while wasted and heavily smelling alcohol, we both confessed our feelings, curled in each other on my bed, and talked about every little detail. Mostly it was about how we were so stupid for not confessing these feelings before. Not to be dramatic, but he literally kissed every inch of my face and told me how he was dreaming to do this, over the past weeks. And then, out of blue, his drunkness occurred once again, and he started to blabber about how he was into my works, and make me swear that signing them all.

He said that he was still upset about that day when I only signed one of them and he couldn't ask me to sign the other ones, due to his nervousness. He was nervous around me all the time and irritated how I was close with Taehyung and Hoseok, but not with him. He spilled all of these things that night, and mostly because his filter on the mouth was all blocked by the drunkness. But I couldn't be happier to hear all of these things from him, remembering how my eyes were wide open in astonishment.

And I did, signed them all by the way, and write little fun facts for every one of them. Which he responded to these things by whimpering and giving me lots of kisses and hugs, after reading all of them.

Instead of what I think about him, and how he was so distant and cold. They were all become false news. Because he was the softest person that I ever met, and he couldn't take his hands from me for even one second. Yes, I did have no idea about what was this thing between us, but for the past three weeks, he always finds an excuse to come over or making me going over his place.

Sending glowering looks over the boys if they try to hug me or, pull me from him. And I can't lie that I enjoy these things. He even let me bleach his hair, and for god sake, I didn't burn them all and make him bald. And for the records, he would look amazing even after becoming a bald man.

He even showed his new mixtape and played for me. Oh god, his voice was angelic, and after a couple of times, me insisting to hear his voice live, he even sang. I was stunned to hear his music, how he could open up his feelings, and show his true himself in music, just amazed me. And, of course, I cried after he told me his past memories.

This man, I have right beside me, who I waited for almost five months, was the strongest and the softest person that I ever met, without any exaggeration. All the struggle, and all the pain he had in his past, just made me fall in love with him harder, deeper.

And the best part about being with this man was hearing his laughs, seeing the cutest gummy smile and his hand clapping but in tiny. I did surprise and confused at first, as he was acting like a stranger, rather than himself. Because I never see him like this before, not this lively, and giggly.

''Okay, where is your mind again?''

''Oh god!'' I had no choice but to scream after him getting near me sneakily and scaring the hell out of me. ''Yoongi-ah... you scared me,'' his mischievously shining eyes gazed on mines, his cocky smirk standing on his lips. Even though, I know that he was doing this all purposely. Scaring, and teasing me while having lots of fun with that.

''Well, I have to jump here and yell at you because your attention was nowhere to be found. So, what were you thinking?'' he pulls me after wrapping his arms around me, putting a soft, but long kiss on my cheek. Heaven. This must what heaven feels like, as I feel the butterflies in my stomach, divine peace right beside him, and of course security, as well. Whenever he was around me, the anxiety that eating me, and old habits of thinking too much would just go away, when he is around.

''It was nothing. I just... just lost in... thoughts, you know?'' after responding with a very low voice, just trying my best to give him a reassuring smile, but it was weak, and probably worried him more than before. ''Hmm... what kind of thoughts?'' he inquired, smile starts to fade.

''Well, just thoughts. Nothing serious or important and-''

''If these thoughts taking my girlfriend's attention from me, then I would like to know about them.'' he was looking serious, while all I could do is, gulp. I tried to hold back the urgent needs to look behind me and seeing the 'girlfriend', but even I shouldn't be this dumb. So, I hold back and stare at him with wide eyes.

''Your g-girlfriend?'' palms start to get wet with the anxiety sweating, and mouth dried while watching his face, eyes examines mine with furrowed brows. He gives a 'hmph' as an answer before leaning and taking me in a kiss. Overwhelming feelings start to grow in me, as my heart was overjoyed at the moment, beating at speed of light.

''What did you take you by surprise this much? Am I not your boyfriend?''

Boyfriend. My boyfriend. Starting to nodding my head in slow motion, as this was all too much at the same time. More, his hands cupped my face, thumbs rubbing by the cheek. It is obvious that he was trying to kill me. In a need of a moment, I closed my eyes, taking three deep breaths before opening them again. The heat spreading from his hands, turning my cheeks pink between them.

''Yes. Yes, you are... my- my boyfriend.'' his face covered with a blissful smile. The gummy smile that I adore so much, and dreamed so many times. While my cheeks start to burn under his touch with the sudden confession, his eyes now stated on me once again, questioning something. I could understand that as his eyes now narrowed, knitting one brow.

''You were thinking about us, right? If we were in a relationship, or not?

''No! I mean, yes. Uhh, I don't know... You didn't say anything, and I couldn't ask anything. And I was... you know?'' now I was talking nonsense, babbling as the tension start to confuse my mind, and I was expecting him to make fun of me, saying how stupid I was, but he just stood inches away from my face, softly smiling.

''Do you have any idea how much I love you, Y/N?'' his words have left me with wide-opened eyes, heartbeats flinching as his voice echoed in my mind, euphoric feelings sending tears to my eyes. He said the word. He did not only admit that we were a 'thing' but also he said the word. The 'L' word where I could only hear it in my dreams, sliding from his lips. This wasn't a dream.

He was standing an inch away from my face, and saying the word.

''I know. I know that its too soon, but I do, Y/N. I do love you, and I waited for this moment for months. So yes, I love you.'' once again he proclaimed, searching my face with his radiantly sparkling eyes to see any kind of response from me. Besides wanting to tell him the exact same thing, my throat goes dry, words gathering on there only to cut my breath.

Do I love him?

If getting all hyped up whenever seeing him, -breathing gets hard to achieve, only with a glimpse to his face heart goes crazy, beating in an incredible speed, and butterflies twinkling on the stomach-, means love, then yes, I love him. I never felt this relaxed and free around someone, and never had been cared from someone like him. His affections, cares were real, and I was more than thankful to him.

''Although, you don't have to say it back. I promise it's okay.'' his soft, caring smile appeared on his face, still rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs. But I did want to say it back. I don't care if its too soon, even if he is wrong, misunderstands his feelings and thought that he is in love with me, but not. The only thing that matters for me at this moment, his blissful gaze on me, telling me that he is in love with me. I need to push aside all these depressed, anxious thoughts and say back that I love him, too.

''It is really too soon, and probably others would think that we are all stupid for telling this, but I love you, too, Yoongi. In a way of more than you can imagine.'' His grip tightened around my face, letting a sigh in relief. Despite his words, I knew that he hopes for me to say it back, hearing me while I confess my love, as he is such a soft soul. ''Oh, just come here,''

His lips pushed to mines, hands of him start to trails to my waist, gripping there tightly to pulls me to him. I opened my legs to give him better access, to become more and more closer because it never feels enough.

''You are... so beautiful,'' he whispers between in the kiss, not stopping it completely. Both because of his words, and his rim touching my core, grinding between in my legs, I start to heat on my cheeks and all over me. Sudden thirst starts to build in my stomach, melting to lower parts.

''Yoon-gi,'' a whimper slips by my lips, as the kiss gets deeper and deeper, his tongue conquering over my mouth, and feeling his hands everywhere, the mind starts to get numb with this overwhelming situation. As the intensity stirring up in both of us, his thrust starts to get harder. ''Fuck,'' he growled while covering his arms around my waist, and changing the position.

With the new angle, now I could feel his member clearly. ''Much better,'' although hearing his words, the passion now I felt both in my core and my mind, blurred my sight. Only thing I want to do now, grinding on him, and giving him more joy and satisfaction. His grip, loosen up from my waist to landing on my legs, very close to my nook, dangerously close. ''Give me a kiss, angel.''

Without hesitation, I let my body to lean on him, giving him a wet, yearning kiss. Shame is now long forgotten, as the pleasure takes all over my body. ''Y/N,'' a grumble left his lips, after moving my body on him, pressuring enough to make him moan.

He fixed his posture, holding me with one hand on my waist, another finds my breast and cupping it, softly. When his finger starts to rub against the nipple, with a sob, I push my head to the back, and immediately his lips meet with my neck as if he planned this. Sucking, twitching with his teeth, sending shivers to my core viciously.

''Ahh.. shit,'' a sob gets out by my lips, as his fingers find their place on my entrance, rolling them on there one time.

''Imm, you like this?'' he chuckles, repeating the movement once again. While struggling not to lose myself and fall from his lap, I opened my eyes lightly, which couldn't realize that they were close until now.

The scene under my sight was very delightful to look at. His completely ruined hair, lips all red because of the harsh kisses, and eyes full of lust. Looking so mesmerizing, all hungry for me which filled my heart with love, and desire. My attend to lean on him to give another kiss, cut by his fingers, taking my short and panties aside to earn better access. When his fingers played with my slit, intentionally moving far from the clit, I gasped.

''You want this angel, yeah?'' I hissed when his fingers teased my entrance, pushing them only inches, and it was enough to give me a shiver, stimulating my greed.

''Yoongi... j-just.. please,'' begging, the only thing I could manage to do now, as his thick fingers teasing, and driving me to my edge.

With the sudden moves of his finger, I clenched his shirt's collar, head falls on his shoulder. One of his hands, holding my waist, keeping me at the place, which I couldn't appreciate it less, as my legs were unable to hold me.

''Does it feel good, angel? Do you want me to stop?'' he leered, keep thrusting his fingers inside, stretching my walls.

''N-no don't... don't stop,'' I cry out. There is no way that I want him to stop right now. His instant pokes start to burn, but it felt pleasingly good. ''All wet, all greedy for me, yeah?''

His words only provoked me more, building the climax on my lower stomach. But I wanted more, wanted to feel more of him. ''M-more,'' my grip, tightened around his collar, as he adds another finger inside of me, and his thumb finds my clit.

''Good?'' I only gave him a quick 'hmph' and a weak nod. It was unbearable.

''Close... I'm close,'' his three fingers inside of me, dipping and moving deeper, while his thumb pitilessly assaulting my clit, everything felt so much for a moment. His severe fingers, the pressure he applied on my clit, brings me on the edge of my euphoria.

''Mmm, cum on my fingers baby. You'd like that, yeah?'' His filthy whisper, hot breaths was enough for me to sob in delight, clenching for one time before leaking around his fingers, legs shaking viciously. His names fall from my lips, constantly in a whisper, eyelids filling with tears with the sudden relief.

''Imm, all creamy,'' he chuckles once again, but his fingers won't leave at once. He takes his time on there, playing with my ruined pussy. Moving his fingers for a couple of times, while I struggle, and pant under his lap, only able to say his name.

''Yoongi-aah!'' a cry leaves my lips, when he touches bruised clit, causing me to shiver with my whole body. Hasty sting appears where he touches to the stomach. ''Too sensitive, huh?'' he mocked, but his fingers stayed there.

''It stings, Yoongi,'' his fingers immediately leaves there, and relief takes over me after that. The other hand cups my chin to pull me up, face me with him. Thirst starts to awaken in me once again, as his fingers find their way to his mouth, while my drip still leaking on them. His tongue licks his fingers, cleaning all of the remainings of my cum from them.

Oh, boy. It was so aphrodisiac, and suddenly I start to feel hungry all for him.

''You like what you see, huh?'' his brows moving, teasing me with the grin on his lips. Under his shady gaze, cheeks feel hot again, and desire starts to build once again, even though I did cum for a second ago.

''Then we should take this to bed right, angel?'' after I nod, his arms wrap around my waist once again, and I was grateful that he embraced me, rather than making me walk because my legs were all sloppy. While taking us to his room, he puts soft kisses on my shoulders, whispers how he loves me so much, and patting my hair softly.

Urgent tears start to fill in my eyelids, both because of his aftercare and the intimate scene we just played. ''I love you,'' sniffled, while my head resting on his shoulder. It was true. I never loved someone this much. He was the only man who didn't find me weird or far too anxious.

He did really love me with all of these things, bad and good. And made me sure of this with every word, move and look. I wrapped my arms around his neck, squishing him until he starts to laugh. ''H-hey, what is now?'' he protests, but won't stop laughing.

''Nothing,'' I simply shrugged one of my shoulders, ''I just love you so much.'' he giggles once again, putting a kiss on my forehead, hand still patting my hair.

''I love you, too, angel,''

''Wake up, sleepyhead,''

I normally hate when someone tries to wake me up, turn into a grumpy person. But, hearing his whispers, feeling his kisses all over my cheeks is just a blessing. How could I hate this, or be grumpy about it? His hand brushing against my hair, caring and putting little kisses, just felt like waking up a Christmas day. Where you know that you’re going to have a present and lots of cookies with milk. Peace. It was definitely felt like peace, but of course, no one would feel that Christmas feeling at my home, just like me. Because there was none.

It was always horrible to be around, where my own family always criticized and told me how lazy I was. How I need to study more to be a good doctor and represent our family name. I couldn't think about that possibility of me, never running away from here and going far from my home. What if I become a doctor, choose to stay here? Would I meet these people earlier than this, or would Soobin never meet them if I hadn't left?

Would I meet with Yoongi earlier than this? But what if we wouldn't last together, like right now? Would he still love me? Who am I kidding? Of course, he wouldn't love me because I was the weirdest person ever, even weirder from today. Oh god, why he is with me now?

''Okay, I can see how your forehead all wrinkled. Stop acting like you are sleeping and depressing yourself, baby. C'mon, open your eyes and kiss your boyfriend, huh?''

I opened one of my eyes, wasn't waiting for his face inches away from mines, all staring. Heat starts to reach all over my cheeks with embarrassment. His bleached wild hair fell on his forehead, thick lips slightly curled up. And of course, his warm dark browns focused on me. ''Morning, angel.''

''Hmm, morning,'' instead of opening my eyes, I only decided to keep them shut once again to lean over his arms, getting lost on his hug.

''We need to wake up, baby. I have a surprise for you. You want to see it right?'' he offered, obviously knows that I would be all over the surprise.

''What is it?'' I grunted over his chest. Intense vibrant of marine reaches through my nostrils, only to last on oakmoss. He did smell so good, so fresh and intense at the same time.

''If you want to learn what it is, then you have to stop smelling and start to get ready.'' he mocked, under his chuckles. Heat starts to rise once again on my cheeks, tried to cover my face in embarrassment but he was fast to hold my wrists.

''Hey, look at you. All blushed and looking cute,'' he told before leaning to kiss on my forehead, then continuing to kiss my face through taking a track. He always finds a way to distract me from being embarrassed over his jokes and my attitudes. All worries would slide away, leaving only good feelings and serenity on my chest. Never had to overthink about our relationship or, his feelings because he would easily understand what I am thinking at the moment and would be there to brush them away just like before.

''Okay, okay. I'll get ready but I want something in return,'' I said with a fond smile.

''Surprise isn't enough, I guess.'' he chuckles, eyes narrowing before continuing.

''What if I get down on here, and make your day a little bit brighter, huh?'' His fingertips start to play with the sleeve of my shirt, reaching the skin on the stomach. The idea of wanting something in return wasn't exactly this on my mind, but his touches awakened the desire, sending shiver to my spine. His sheepish smile and keen on his gaze, only push me to the edge already. And how could I say no to this, even if it's not what I meant at the beginning. The damage has already been done.

''How stupid I look that you think I would say no to that?'' his loud laughter filled in the room, head dropped to back, serving his neck and collarbones to my sight. Fair skin lightening under the sunlight, looking so fascinating and unreal. His beauty causes me to quiver every time I stare at him. And, the biggest twist about this, he doesn't know how handsome he is. He has no idea about how he could make someone flinch by only his look and it is so frustrating sometimes.

And, as a side note, he looked very attractive between on my legs, lips all wet by the touch of his tongue. He is one charming man, and he has no idea.

I may, or may not bother him with all of my questions during the car ride. But in my defense, I wasn't good with surprises. Both preparing and receiving.

Patience just isn't my best quality.

''Remind me to not prepare any surprises for you, baby,'' he said with gentle remonstrance while trying to find a good parking space.

Even though I know that he had his reasons to say this, little pout takes its place on my lips. Yes, I did ask a lot of questions about where we were going, or what was the surprise, but still, I had zero patience. That's why I always had those moments before we got together. I hate for waiting for something, or someone.

''Maybe you should say before preparing me a surprise,'' I uttered innocently while playing with my nails.

''You just can't hold your curiosity, don't you?'' he lets out a chuckle, before stopping the car, and taking the handbrake off.

His brows raised in sympathy, eying me with a smile on his lips. I would love to stare at him, watching his soft hair, plumpy cheeks, and sheepish smile all day. But he cuts the exchange look, leaning for a kiss instead.

Familiar soft-lipped kissing, feeling his press, brushing my lips like an artist, smooth, intense, and head-spinning kiss. His thumb throbbing at the hollow of my neck, pulse beating under it. It always felt so mesmerizing, and too good to be real. But in the end, it was real. He was there kissing me and weakening me on the knees.

''Does the view looks familiar to you?'' he announced, after breaking the kiss, breaths of him still close enough for me to feel against my skin.

With a knitted brow, I take my eyes from him. Still feeling little lightened because of the kiss but I gasped after what I saw.

It was beautiful, looking eternal, and the best way of mixing the colors of blue, white, and grey. Heavy blue sea sparkling under the dim sunlight, hitting to the wide grey coast of mountains. Nude sands laying on the ground, an uncrowded place filled with the voice of seagulls. Wonderful beauty, rolling on and on to the end of my sight.

''Oh my... god,'' I hardly take my gaze from the sight to Yoongi, which he was looking at me with wide-spread eyes, waiting for me to understand. ''It's almost the same beach from my-''

''Your book, yes!'' he rejoiced, end my sentence for me. I blinked for a couple of times, couldn't believe his thoughtfulness. He did not only read my books but also remembered the beach that I described.

''You have no idea how I wanted to take you here when I first met you, Y/N. That was all I could think,'' he continued, while I could only stare back at him. ''After I found this place, all I could think was your description. They fit each other so good. Look at this sight, you must have seen here before.'' his eyes were shining while talking, lips opened wide with a pout, excitement can be read by his gestures. He looked like a child, who was talking about his favorite game or a toy. So cute, and irresistible.

''Do you want to go down?'' he asked, and I nod immediately. Of course, I wanted to go down there and feel the hot sand on my feet, kissed by the sun.

''You go. I'll follow you.'' he notified after we both get off from the car. He disappeared from my sight, heading to the car trunk. And I obeyed him. It was hard for me to jump from the little bump, but luckily I did it without breaking a bone. Fortunately to my judgment, I wear my purple floral sandals. As I wanted to feel the sand, sandals left my feet swiftly.

Uhh, felt so soft!

It did really felt so good to feel sand on my bare feet, dipping them under it.

''Little help over here!'' after hearing Yoongi's call, I turn my back to him.

''What are... these?'' I hesitated while taking the basket from his hands. It was heavy, but not much. Covered with red and white tartan, having little daisies on the handhold, separately placed.

''Well, it's a picnic?'' he sends a look that saying 'what were you thinking', and I decided to bury my surprise. He planned a picnic, for two of us? Yes, I got a good one over here.

It was such a surprise for me to see him like this, preparing a surprise picnic for us, driving all the way here to show me this place, only because he knew that I would love here, as I exactly described here in my book. He was the sweetest, caring boyfriend ever. Not the cold-hearted, rude person I thought who he was, and he never stops surprising me with his gentle heart.

''Another one?'' his voice distracted me from my thoughts, shaking the wine bottle in front of my face. ''Yes, please.''

''What were you thinking again?'' he exposed, smiling while filling my glass.

''How lucky I am.'' but this time, I didn't try to hide my thoughts. ''I am the luckiest girl in this world as I have you by my side. And I'm so happy about it.'' Normally, I would go shy, blush all over after saying these words, but today, after realizing how he was trying to make me happy, I couldn't hold myself.

''I think we are both so lucky to have each other,'' he said in a soothing tone, thumbs caring against my palm. ''I have to admit that I dreamed about meeting with you after finding this place. I literally stalked you for thousands of times but never had to courage to reach you. And then, bam! You came here, all looking so beautiful and innocent. I waited for you for so long, angel.''

Pet name softened my heart, melting through my stomach. His sudden confession fired up the butterflies, sending wriggles to my chest. I wasn't the only one who suffers through these times. Actually, he did wait for more than me, but it was all so unreal.

Numbing the mind, causing a shake on the body, kind of a way unreal.

Nonetheless, I couldn't open my mouth to say a thing. Anything that would match his words. So, I decided to go with a kiss. Pulling him by the sleeve of his shirt, feeling his warm, soft lips on mines, kissing him passionately, open-mouthed. Delight blossomed like a flower on my chest, hand of him heating my cheek, from where he cupped.

''I... love you, Yoongi,'' breathlessly, I manage to talk, cutting the kiss. I did love him so much and wanted him more than anything. I loved how his hot breaths brushed over my face, fingertips cared my hair, my cheeks. How he pouted when he was talking excitedly or simply, how he looked at me in the eye and told me that he loved me. Every memory, both sweet and bad ones, every word and every gesture of him, made my knees weak. The heart starts to beat fast and strong, every time his gummy smiles appeared on his face.

''I love you so much, angel.''

His hands cupped my cheeks, pulling me into another kiss. This time rougher, tongues conquering each other, soft moans leave both mouths as the kiss deepened. He cuts the kiss one more time, for saying something that would leave me totally shocked and amazed. Heart flinches with his words, but won't let me give any response, and pulls me into another kiss. Only his words beat in my mind, over and over again.

''We will marry in here, Y/N,'' he said with determination, and I believed him.

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Time To Change // Benny Weir X Reader

A/N: Hey loves. Please forgive my sorry ass for not uploading anything since the summer, I am very tired and things are not going as well as I wish it was right now. I would post a rant post or anything but I know you guys wouldn’t wanna read that and that’s why I try to keep my blog only as a writer one instead of making random posts that no one wants to read.

I just wanna say that the old show “My Babysitter’s A Vampire” was one of the greates shows out there on Disney, probably one of the last. I loved it a lot growing up and the cancelation of the show still pisses me off. I always loved Benny, he was my favorite character and to practice my writing since I dont even post anymore lol, I decided to go along with this. You’ll get something better one day but I will probably keep writing for MBAV (even tho the fandom is probably dead sdkjfnskjd)

SOMETIME DURING SEASON ONE

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BTW (FOR NOW)

Requested: nope

Warnings: angst and a bunch of tears bro

You and Benny were a known dynamic duo. The two of you were often never seen apart. Being best friends, along with Ethan, since grade school and becoming a couple only a few months ago, life seemed great! You and Benny had never been closer and even with all the supernatural afflictions in Whitechapel, your relationship with him was almost perfect.

Until you started to notice Benny’s wandering eyes.

Even before you two dated, you loved each other. You loved and cared about Benny more than you ever though you could about someone. He was your best friend, how could you not care about him? But you always noticed you weren’t the only girl who caught his eye.

Sure you weren’t the most beautiful, gorgeous girl in the town. You considered yourself average and you were one smart cookie, clever and geeky. But just not like the other girls that Benny seemed to glance at.

It started out with the girl from the movie theater he kissed out of nowhere, the girl with the undead dog, then the cheer squad, and hell, even Erica got longing looks from him!

Benny wasn’t even the one to make the first move, you were the one who asked him out after hanging out at his house. You confessed to him, he told you he thought the same of you and later on, you two started to date. Ethan and Sarah were more than happy to support your relationship, it was bound to happen someday, they said. Your worries and insecurities slowly crept away and you were happy for a while.

A little more than three months into the relationship, you noticed out of the corner of your eye Benny’s looks and smirks towards other girls. He didn’t think you would notice, but of course you did. A lot of times while on a mission to stop a supernatural creature, if there was a hot girl involved, Benny would be flirting and staring.

Now, Benny wasn’t the worst boyfriend. If anything, he was great! You knew he loved you and he treated you like a queen. He wasn’t exactly...distant but as time went by, he stopped giving you the morning kisses and hugs you loved so dearly much and eventually stuck with a forehead kiss or a cheek kiss. And even those would be pretty rare during the day, not just the morning.

He would give you attention, but his focus would usually move right away to something else. You first just brushed it off as casual Benny, but not it was getting annoying.

You never stopped loving Benny, your love for him never lowered but didn’t exactly grow either. Sure, couples grow out of the ‘honeymoon phase’ and can grow apart but you didn’t want to believe you and him were growing apart, you wanted to grow with him in the relationship.

“But if he loved you as much as you loved him, he wouldn’t be flirting with so many girls while in a relationship.” Erica and Sarah had told you many times.

But you always brushed them off.

Benny wouldn’t hurt you, right?

Today was the last straw, for the past week, even when you were around, your so called boyfriend had made comments about other ‘hot babes’ in the school and you were not having it this time. Ethan, Sarah and Erica noticed your off mood today, but didn’t question it. They all knew what it was about, you told them about this weeks ago.

Everyday after school was over, Benny would walk with you on both of your ways home. You would walk back to your house and cuddle with him until he was forced to go home. Now, he barely stays for 15 minutes before going home. You really wished he stayed longer.

After school today was the same, you and the group would talk and discuss somethings for a while and then leave, Benny usually following behind you.

You waited in front of the school with everyone (including Rory) except for Benny. He mentioned something about needing to find a ripped page from his spell book. While you all waited for him, Sarah finally spoke up.

“So (Y/n), are you finally going to talk to him today about...you know?” She questioned. Everyone’s eyes turned to you as you nodded your head.

“Yeah...when he walks me home, I’m planning on just talking things out with him. It’s not what I had in plan before but maybe it’ll work!” You lightly smiled at you friends.

“I’m really sorry he’s been treating you like this. Of course it’s Benny and all but this is low even for him.” Ethan butted in.

You gave him a thankful smile and couldn’t help but silently agree. Erica gave you a comforting pat on the back and smiled at you. You weren’t the best of friends, but you still cared for one another.

“I’ll bite his head off if he continues to do it.” Erica ‘joked’ as she showed her fangs while winking at you. Sarah smacked her other hand and yelled in protest, causing Erica to whine.

“Oh please, as if you wouldn’t do it either-“

“Do what either?” Erica was interruped by a familiar voice, causing all of you to turn your bodies toward the man himself, Benny.

“Erica was just saying that she’ll bite your head off if you-mph!” Rory’s words were cut off but Sarah and Ethan covering his mouth.

The lot of you smiled awkwardly as a silence brushed you over you all. You just looked down at the ground, pretending as if you just saw something interesting.

“Right...well guys and gals! Guess who has two thumbs, a spell book and a soon to be newly mastered spell by yours truely?” Said Benny, carrying the first letter of the first word while pointing his thumbs toward himself.

“...who?” Ethan asked, although he already knew the answer. He and Sarah already uncovered Rory’s blabbering mouth by now.

“Your favorite spell master, me! Remember that I mentioned that ripped page from the book,” everyone nodded. “Well I just found a new spell that could be the best thing since Star Wars. A changing appearance spell! Think about it! I could change into any hot guy I want and all the hot babes would be after me!” Your head snapped up at the words coming out of his mouth.

Is he freaking serious? Right in front of his OWN GIRLFRIEND RIGHT NOW?

Everyone else, besides Benny, in the group stayed quiet for a moment, looking away awkwardly as they noticed your face change from a sad expression to an angry one.

“What? Look, I won’t actually do the spell but c’mon, you get to be whatever you want-“

“BENNY!”

Benny turned his finally turned his attention towards you, you hadn’t realized that he wasn’t even paying attention to you this whole time.

“Can I speak to you, alone. Right now.” You asked him, gesturing for him to go to the other side of the courtyard.

He nodded and headed over there with you. Benny glanced back towards his friends, but they all seemed to be slightly glaring at him or shaking their heads.

Finally, when you both were alone with no one around you two, you turned to him and spoke up.

“Are you kidding me, Benny?” The brunette looked at you with a confused face.

“Am I kidding about what?” He answered. You couldn’t help but roll you eyes at him, was he really this clueless or did he just not care at all?

“You! You, Benny and the spell! Actually, not just the spell! Are you even still aware that you are in a relationship?!” You spat at him.

Benny just scoffed.

“Babe, of course I do! That whole spell thing was just something I found and was trying to tell you guys about. It’s not a big deal!” The boy defended.

“Not a big deal? Well maybe not you to, but to your girlfriend it does! Your girlfriend of three months and yet here you are, talking about these hot babes and spells you could use to get them! I am your girlfriend, Benny! You seem to be forgetting that.” Benny started to grow annoyed with you and waved you off.

“If you wanna fight about your stupid jealousy, then I don’t wanna hear about it. I still care about you but there’s nothing wrong with-“

“EVERYTHING IS WRONG WITH THAT BENNY!”

Benny flinched in shock after you screamed out your words. You were always the quiet and shy person of the group, a badass but yet still quiet. You honestly couldn’t care less at this point if someone heard you guys, you needed to get your boyfriend’s head straight.

You didn’t even realize the growing tears in your eyes until one fell from them. Benny’s face formed into a guilty and sad expression.

“Benny...as your girlfriend and best friend, I have my own things and you have yours. We both have our own lives and I’m not going to control yours. But when you talk about other girls like that, like they’re a piece of meat and I’m just off to the sidelines like nothing then you can’t expect me to not be upset about it. I love you, Benny Weir. But clearly, you don’t love me enough to focus your attention on the one you’re supposed to love.” You finished, tears rolling down your face.

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll stop with the comments, I’ll stop looking at girls and I’ll show you that I do love you! I love you so much, (Y/n)! I-I can’t lose you!” Benny practically begged, holding your cheeks as the waterfall of tears continued.

“Please don’t cry...please don’t cry.” He said, trying to wipe your tears away, not even noticing the tears running down his face either. You pushed his hands off of you and backed away from him.

“P-people need time to change, Bens. You can’t change in just a few minutes. I-I...” You contemplated your next words until they finally came out. “I think we should break up. Or just...t-take a little break.”

Those words nearly tore Benny Weir’s heart in half. He loved you, he had loved you so much but didn’t show it. Benny had made the worst mistake in this life and he felt so guilty, more worse than when he messed up on his spells. And now he was paying the price for it.

“No...n-no no, please no. Anything but that, please, (Y/n)! J-just one last chance!” Benny begged.

He didn’t want to lose the best thing in his life, he wanted to stay with you. He wanted to love and cherish you for the rest of his life.

But he ruined that.

“I’m sorry, Benny...but both of us clearly need more time to change.” And with that, you left him behind, tears still falling buy slowing stopping while Benny’s only grew.

He had lost the love of his life. His best friend his childhood. His partner in crime.

Benny sulkily walked back to his friends, seeing that Erica and Rory had left, leaving only Ethan and Sarah behind.

He wiped his tears and tried to smile but his bloodshot eyes gave him away. Ethan and Sarah knew right away what had happened. Ethan walked up to him and rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Benny...I’m sorry.”

Benny didn’t say anything though, he was still trying to process what had just happened completely. Finally, he fell to his knees and sobbed while Sarah and Ethan watched pitifully.

She was right...he needed the time to change.

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Union X update 9/3 (Spoilers)

Oh boy, time to let some steam out... And major spoilers and speculations are below, so tread carefully.

STOP SAYING VEN IS THE MURDERER! HE IS NOT GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION! HE IS THE VICTIM! THE BLOOD IS NOT ON HIS HANDS BY DEFAULT, DARKNESS WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK STRELITZIA’S LIFE! HE JUST HAD THE UNFORTUNATE CHANCE OF BEING IN THE WRONG PLACE AND AT THE WRONG TIME!!

Alright, rant’s somewhat over, let me explain a few things...

Given Darkness’ information with the Book of Prophecies, and with the famous phrase “And the Darkness will triumph and Light will expire”, it used Ven as the Trojan Horse in order to ensure their survival in the Worlds beyond (more so like a double standard, but I’ll explain that later). But of course, there’s a few key factors to consider...

1. Why would Darkness kill a Union Leader? Wouldn’t Ven being a Dandelion have the same effect as ensuring its survival? Because being a Union Leader assures the person the privilege of keeping their original memories of the past. If Ven was a Dandelion on its own, he would have his memories erased regarding the War, and under the Leader’s watch, they may destroy Darkness in its path before it made it out of the data world. And on that note, Ven might even reject Darkness as a regular Dandelion regardless.

2. If Ven had Darkness with him, wouldn’t Ava be suspicious? Of course, since Darkness works as a completely separate entity and uses Ven as an unassuming vessel of sorts. And with a Keyblade like Missing Ache, a powerful three-tier in fact, it would be odd for an eleven-year-old like him to possess at the cusp of the War. But on that note, we now know that Darkness took the form of Ava to trick Ven into going to the abandoned warehouse, where both the Player and Strelitzia went into. And given their striking similarities (more so the default Player), it would be easy to assume some kind of mix up...

3. So what does that have to do with anything? If Ven wasn’t supposed to be a Union Leader, or even a Dandelion himself, why did Darkness pick him? Because he was alone. Because he didn’t have anyone to call a true friend. Because he doubts his strength as a Keyblade wielder and a Union Leader. He was shut off from the world, possibly by force, and raised oblivious of the Keyblade War itself and the burden he inadvertently carries. All of that was possible because Darkness saw a lonely little kid and twisted his mind to believe that he may never get the love and support he wanted, that he can only trust his own shadow and his own heart.

-“The one who answered was a boy with short, wavy golden hair and a tendency to look at the ground. He was so quiet that it was hard to imagine him fighting with a Keyblade.“ -“You two know each other, huh? Must be nice; I’ve always been on my own.” -Ephemer had never seen this boy Ven. Many Keyblade wielders he would at least recognize by face, and would usually hear stories of the truly exceptional ones, but Ven fit in neither category. (Unchained X light novel, pg. 125) Ventus: "Wait. Keyblade wielders fighting each other!?" Ephemer: "Didn't you read the book, Ven?" Ventus: "I did, but...I guess I didn't realize what it meant." ~~ Ventus: "I disagree." Brain: "Whoa, Ven. When did you grow a spine?" Ventus: "This is serious. I don't like the thought of wielders turning their weapons against each other." (Union X Mission 846: Pride Shift) The Union Leaders and Dandelions knew about the rising tension leading up to the War, or in this case, everyone in Daybreak Town knew about the War coming. All except for Ven. He never considered it a possibility that wielders would turn their weapons against each other, fighting for Lux and not against the Heartless itself. For all he knew, everyone was just going about their missions like nothing even happened...After all, that’s what the Keyblade was for, right? Fighting against the Darkness?

But without Darkness (the entity), he never would’ve gained the Keyblade in the first place.

Notice how Missing Ache is mostly connected to Dark Medals? If the Keyblade is a physical manifestation of the heart, than that defines their relationship: Darkness coming into contact with a pure Light like Ven’s, and taking care of the rest of his potential. It’s that kind of control that will eventually make Ven doubt himself, doubting his strength and his potential to make any kind of friendship apart from the Union Leaders.

And even if he lost his memories in the Birth by Sleep timeline, it still had a lasting effect on Ven. -Xehanort tearing his heart apart because of Ven’s incapability of using the forces of Darkness...Because Darkness is an entirely separate entity. The same reason applies on why Darkness/Vanitas was able to survive on his own while Ven was forced to heal with the help of another heart (Sora). There was never “two halves” of Light and Darkness, there was only 1/4 of Light and 3/4 of Darkness. -He reacts negatively to any sort of criticism, and even goes into shock at the motion of a Keyblade raised at him (see BBS novel ch. 11 for more info (it also mentions his love of sweets, btw)), but he also hates the idea of Terra and Aqua holding back their strength, automatically assuming that he’s weaker than both of them. -And even with the four years living in the Land of Departure with Terra, Aqua, and Master Eraqus, he never closed the gap between friend/student to brother/son-figure. Even with his amnesia, he remained distant of their compassion, never opening up to them in an honest, loving manner...

Darkness thrives on the idea of controlling someone weaker than itself. Daybreak Town, no matter its grandeur and charm, is a dog-eat-dog world, and it made sure Ven know that truth from the beginning. Friends and partners will abandon you when you fulfill your purpose. The weak will die alone and the strong will crush the weak like bugs. Opening up your emotions and true feelings will make you weak, and people will take advantage of you because of it. The only thing you can trust is your own shadow and the weapon you carry in your heart. Darkness and Light are one and the same, one cannot live without the other. They are brothers until the end of time, experiencing and feeling the same things and the same emotions. Where you go, I follow, so even if you think that you are alone, I will always be by your side forevermore. And because of me, you would’ve never made new friends (that will eventually leave you), you never would’ve been in the seat of power (that will eventually crumble around you), and you never would’ve seen the Worlds come into fruition (Light will eventually fade, and the Darkness will consume). You are my Light, I am your Darkness, and without me, you would’ve been dead long ago. Darkness as Vanitas wanted to keep that control, even after they were separated by Xehanort. He also didn’t fight back against Xehanort because, as the abuser became the victim, he had no idea to react. Xehanort made Vanitas weak because of his own power and his own skills of manipulation. Even if he didn’t remember entirely, his dark heart grew colder at the thought that, even without his darker half, Ven can still live a proper happy life. He’s furious of the idea that Ven can live without him, that they can’t share that same happiness, but also avoiding the cycle of doubt and eventual betrayal caused by his hand. But Darkness isn’t inherently evil, it’s just stuck on the logic of “There is no true happiness, where there is love is betrayal, where there is friendship is abandonment, nothing is truly happily ever after...“. And because of that fact, he let Ven watch Darkness take Strelitzia’s life, hoping to find the Player and save them from the War, because life doesn’t give you second chances that easily.

In a way, that would make Ventus believe that her death was entirely his fault (since he accepted Darkness as a part of himself, ie. guilty by association), that all he will do is hurt people, and possibly his new friends. And he may believe that, as long as he’s all alone with his shadow, no one will get hurt, no one will betray him, and the cycle will just repeat on and on and on.

On a sidenote, KH3 Vanitas pretty much describes their relationship to the core: -I’m the piece of Ventus that was taken away, and you’re the piece Ventus needed to be whole again [Sora]. So why shouldn’t you and I look exactly the same? (Taking the appearance of someone Ven can trust, ie. Master Ava and Sora) -You define me, Sora, the same way that Ventus does. We are brothers who, together, make a greater whole. (Light/Darkness duality) -But I am darkness. And I do stand by your side, I’m the shadow that you cast. How much closer could I be? -Ventus: But I didn’t ask for this. To be sifted apart, nice and neat. We should be free to choose. Not just light, not just darkness. We decide what we are. Vanitas: But...Ventus, I did decide who I am. You see? Ventus: And what you are is darkness? Vanitas: What I am is darkness. Ventus: ...Okay.

All in all, Darkness/Vanitas decided that he should exist by his own nature, meant to be the opposing force against Light. But at the same time, Ven decided that he should be defined as a person, not a puppet stuck with the strings of fate. And in the light of the new Worlds, he could abandon the weak and innocent child he was in the past. But as Vanitas’ final words tell him, what I am is Darkness, you can’t change Darkness in its truest form.

(Also don’t ask me on where Ven’s Chirithy fits into this, I honestly have no idea. For all I know, they may or may not be aware of Darkness’ control on Ven, so we’ll just have to wait and see in the next KH arc.)

TL;DR:

#kh union x #khux #khux spoilers #kh ventus #kh strelitzia #kh darkness #rant post #abuse tw #kh3 spoilers #those kids need some therapy!

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dreamdaddydutch · 5 years

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Hey! If it’s alright can I request some (rough) smut with Charles Smith? Really been hardcore thirsting after him recently haha I absolutely adore your blog btw.. you’re definitely one of the most talented writers on this site :) I follow @vanderlindemangofarm too and I heard you’ve been having a rough time at work recently. I hope things start to look up soon! Do make sure to get enough rest 💕

Hey! So I know this was requested an awfully long time ago so I am sorry for the delay in posting but here we are! I kept this gender neutral. I apologise as it goes a bit abstract/surreal somewhere around two thirds in, I just was feeling writing a certain way and went with it lol. Thank you for your kind words of support as well, I really appreciate that! I have a holiday coming up so that’ll help!

Pairing: Charles x reader (gender neutral) I Warnings: Smut I Word Count: 2,580.

It was yet another cold night in Colter. From what the others had said you doubted you would be here long, but it had already felt like a life time.

The cold was starting to get under your skin, it was the type that seeped, slow at first so you barely noticed it. Like drops of blood in wood, the cold was obvious at first, then slowly dispersed in a fashion that made you nearly forget about it, only to find days later that it had penetrated your core.

You’d taken over from Javier on watch, your fingers were so numb despite gloves that you were sure even if you needed to use your gun, you might not have been able to. You watched your breath hang in the air and tried to hold onto thoughts of summer to keep you warm.

Most of all you were fed-up of having little to no time with Charles whatsoever. He’d only been in the gang for several months but the two of you had clicked the moment he joined. A few weeks after he’d joined the gang you’d spent your first night together. Although you weren’t exactly official, you had been spending a lot of time together and it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the gang.

But since leaving Blackwater he’d barely spoken to you.

You didn’t know whether it was the cold but as you stood here, feet frozen to the spot, you felt tears in your eyes. Just as you thought you’d burst into tears you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes shot wide open, Charles.

Charles smiled warmly, “Not being a very good look out are we?”

You knew he was only kidding around but it was enough for you to start to cry.

“Hey, hey I didn’t mean anything by it,” Charles wrapped his arms around you, careful not to hurt his hand anymore.

“I’m sorry Charles,” you mumbled into his hair.

He pulled away to look at you, “What for?”

“Being a terrible look out and being so emotional, I need to get a grip.”

Charles pressed a kiss to your forehead, “It’s okay, it’s cold out here.”

“I just miss you is all and it’s freezing and I feel so lost.”

“Easy to feel lost out here in the grey.”

“But you,” there was a pause now as you contemplated how to tell him how you felt, “But when I’m lost you make it so I can find my way home again.”

Charles stroked your cheek with his uninjured hand, the side of his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. You nuzzled into his hand and found it perfectly warm.

“How’s your hand doing?” You asked, feeling suddenly ashamed of your own confessions when he had been in so much pain.

Charles sighed, “It’s been better, but it’s okay. I know I’ve been distant; it isn’t you, it’s just.”

Whatever it was you wanted him to tell you so that you could work through it, “I get like this sometimes, but how about we spend tonight together?”

You looked up, hope now for the first time in weeks, did he really mean it?

“Charles that would be…wonderful.”

“Now you just make sure you keep watch good okay?”

You nodded, no matter how cold it was or how long you were going to be stood out there for, knowing that you had an evening with Charles ahead of you was enough to make you feel warm inside and get you through.

And so you watched the world pass by, the snow falling slowly ahead of you and thought of Charles’ large rough hands.

It was much later on at night when Charles and you were finally able to be alone. It was later than either of you had liked, but considering needing discretion and not to be interrupted, you didn’t mind waiting.

The two of you entered the room that had been designated to yourselves in silence. It was so often that way, you were close but a part of that closeness was physical and with few words spoken between the two of you. Everything you needed to say to one another could be said with expressions or the lightest of touches when others weren’t watching. But tonight was not one of those moments.

You were exhausted, your muscles ached and bones felt weary from all the cold, you could tell by looking at the way Charles and how slowly he moved when removing his boots.

“Charles,” you said softly, placing a hand on the small of his back. He looked over his shoulder and offered a warm smile, “Hey,” he said.

“Alone at last.”

He nodded and turned round, wrapping his arms around you, despite how cold the night was, when his lips touched yours they were warm and soft. You kissed gently for several minutes, warming one another slowly and savouring the taste of one another, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. When you’d gone some time without sleeping together it was often rough and full of want with little regard for romance. Sometimes that was the kind of sex you needed.

You were right, the kisses soon became rough and Charles sucked your lower lip with such force you were sure it would bruise. These were the kisses that left you weak, knees trembling, shaking hands trying to hold onto any of Charles’ flesh that you could grip. Hands working at ripping the clothes from one another’s bodies with eyes shut. A blur, that was what this type of sex was. An orgastic, drunken, dream-like blur. Rules were broken, no words spoken, all the talking that was needed was done with the fine placing of finger tips, eyebrows raised, lips curling, nose twitching, eyelids closing, slowly….oh so slowly. Eyes opening, bright and heightened in arousal. The scent of sex permeating the room.

Without realising it you were naked, your skin pricked in the cold night air, but not to worry, Charles’ hands large and warm worked tirelessly across your naked flesh to warm you up. Pushed you back onto the bed and wrapped your mid section in blankets, leaving your sex exposed for him to play and drink at his leisure.

When he was on top of you, the weight made you feel safe and like the world had melted away. You could see nothing but him, his handsome features illuminated by the candle light that flickered in the corner of the room.

You worshipped him like a god and he you. Several weeks before you had fucked whilst both splattered in blood, arms and legs sticky with another’s death and semen spread on your stomach, between your thighs as you rolled in mud. Returning then to your natural state, ever hungry for more.

Sometimes after the act you felt ashamed, when your senses were awakened anew in post-orgasmic bliss. There was a sudden horror at your actions, the fact that neither of you saw anything wrong in what you were doing. The fact that to fuck in such a primal state seemed so natural and oh so welcoming, it was what you were born to do after all. But time had changed that, man kind you felt became more repressed as the years dragged on. Whether through clothes, laws, religion, constraints were designed to make people feel ashamed of their most natural urges. Ashamed to want to live and be free. But with Charles that shame didn’t exist, the two of you understood one another perfectly without words.

Charles pressed kisses to your cheek, your neck, teeth grazing over your collarbone as he kissed further down your body. His hands roamed your chest, pinching your hard nipples and preparing them for when his lips engulfed them, tongue flicking and sucking in such a precise manner you felt your body lift from the sheets needing more than him.

Though the blanket was across you, he peeled it back to kiss further down, trailing kisses round your belly button and to your pubic region. Before devouring you he lay the blanket back across you though at this point you didn’t feel as if you’d need it for long.

There was a look Charles gave you before going down on you, such childish wonder almost, excitement and then that broke and gave way to the hunger. His eyes darkened, lowered, he bit his lower lip and then dove down. The way he used his tongue on you, the way his lips savoured all your juices. He started tortuously slow but soon built up a steady pace.

Your hands were buried in his hair, guiding him a little, you enjoyed the fact that in these situations he allowed you to gain some control of the situation. Taking a breather for a moment he gently blew cold air onto you, making you shiver as he reached for some oil. He carefully lubed up several of his thick fingers before going back down and sucking as he sheathed his fingers inside of you without warning. Your back arched as you cried out, feeling those fingers deep inside of you and curling to hit your g-spot.

Charles often did this, he would make sure you were fully prepared before you fucked, knowing that his size was difficult to accommodate at first and hating hurting you. He would take his time to make sure you were drenched in arousal before entering you.

“Charles i’m gonna…” you panted.

As he heard those words, felt your fingers grip tighter at his hair, Charles stopped, “I need you to come when I’m inside of you.” He stated it so matter of factly, almost cold, controlling, that was what you loved. You pouted of course but trusted Charles to make you feel incredible.

He got up from the cot and lifted you to your feet, he brushed some of the damp hair away from your face and kissed you, “I want you in my arms.”

You gulped, knowing exactly what that meant, you’d never been with anyone before who could do what he did. To have the strength to lift you in the air and fuck you whilst holding you tightly. It took your breath away every time.

“But your hand,” you said remembering.

Charles shook his head, “I’ll be fine.”

You didn’t argue any further, just looked up at him with eyes that told him, ‘I trust you.’ He poured oil onto his hard member and pumped with his hands several times, ensuring he was fully covered and slick before he slid into you.

Charles turned you away from him and then picked you up with such ease it was as if you weighed nothing to him. Your legs and arms folded inwards so you were practically balled up into him. His arms had a firm grip on you and you squeaked as he pulled you into his chest.

Though holding onto you, he was able to position you so that his cock pressed against your entrance.

This was the thing you had learnt about Charles, the man had incredible self-control and the ability to go a long time without sex. But when you told him you needed it now, when it was desperate and needed to be rough, he wouldn’t hold back. Charles would give you everything you desired in that moment and was perfectly capable of ruining you.

You held onto the wall, your fingernails gripping so tightly you were sure they would rip as you held on for dear life as Charles thrust into you for the first time.

You cried out so loudly that you knew the others in the adjoining rooms would easily be able to hear what you were up to, but you didn’t mind.

Charles bounced you on his cock, his arms lifted you up and then slammed you back down impaling you on his hard, throbbing member. You screamed out loud and tears stung your eyes as Charles continued to slowly lift you and then drop you back down, his arms capable of such a task.

Your vision grew blurry as you heard him grunting in your ear, weeks of pent up sexual energy now flowing freely from him.

He continued to fuck you like this, with you practically suspended in the air for several minutes before he had to abandon it, you could tell his hand was hurting and doing you like this wasn’t helping. You needn’t of worried, Charles knew exactly what to do.

He threw you onto the bed, you didn’t need to exchange words to know exactly how he wanted you. You felt the bed drop with his weight as he knelt at the base of the cot and crawled up towards you.

You went on all fours and felt him spread your ass cheeks before lining himself up and thrusting into you.

Sex with Charles was always one of two ways, either slow and romantic or rough, the kinda rough where you barely made eye contact and forgot one another’s names. Of course at the end there were always plenty of cuddles and kisses to warm you, but the sex was a need you both had and sometimes when it was rough it helped you process other things that were happening to the gang.

Charles grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged roughly backwards jerking your head towards him, your back arching as he did so. His hips slammed into you and the sound of slapping balls against your skin made you moan, your own hand going between your legs to try and relieve some of the tension.

Charles continued to pound into you, you cursed and hissed underneath him. The fact that he was able to hold you up whilst maintaining a constant and steady rhythm only served to make you more aroused.

“You like this ah?” Charles asked.

“Hmmm yes Charles you know I…” you were unable to finish as Charles thrust into you so hard that you screamed out and grabbed the bedsheets.

You heard Charles chuckle and then he continued at the same pace. He was panting in your ear, but it wasn’t out of control like it often was with others you’d been with. No, Charles was measured, his pants were deep and breathy, the hot air a harsh sting in your ears that told you how much he needed you.

You could tell Charles was close when his movements became a little more unmeasured, slightly erratic. The kind of movements which from the outside wouldn’t have seemed any different to before, but you knew him well, knew the small changes and the way his dick begun to twitch when he was close.

The hand that had been gripping your hair now fell to the bed so he could reach for your own sex, ensuring that as he reached orgasm, you too would soon follow. He carried you through the climax, much like he had carried you through every aspect of your life for the past several months.

Charles moaned your name softly as he came deep inside of you, your own orgasm following moments later. Your legs trembled violently and after a few orgasmic spasms you collapsed onto the bed, Charles on top of you, his chest pressed to your back as he remained inside of you, worshipping you and relishing in your warmth and the release you had both experienced.

#Charles Smith #Charles smith x reader #charles x reader #gender neutral reader #nsft #lemon #mine #fanfics #request #colter

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rei382 · 5 years

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for your halfway to 1k post (congrats btw!!!) how about something just,,, soft,,, if you’ve ever heard Trace-Like Getaway by never shout never, maybe something to go with that song? 🥺💖💕

Safe Haven

Every morning that he was here with him it was the same thing. Every morning he was torn from his little piece of heaven, forced to get up and face the real world. He hated it, Roy thought as he brushed a stray strand of golden hair from the sleeping face. He hated that he had to leave every day. Hated that they couldn’t show themselves to the world together. Hated that they had to hide what they had, had to hide each other. He hated the way he knew the world would perceive them, their relationship. He hated that he knew that if he wanted to proudly show it off, he was most likely to lose his job and everything he’d worked so hard to get. He hated it all; but he loved Ed so much.

And the days that Ed was not there at all were the worst.

Something – maybe the drifting touch over his forehead – made Ed’s eyelids flutter. He let out a soft sound, the kind that made Roy think of their messy sheets and slow, lazy times of pleasure, and nuzzled closer to Roy. He knew that Ed still had quite some time to remain in bed. His job at the campus usually allowed him to stay in his peaceful slumber until well past 8am, while Roy had to show up and open the office already at 7.30am. It was always so tempting to stay in here, in their safe cocoon of blankets and privacy, but duty called.

Reluctantly, Roy placed a soft kiss on the sleepy forehead and dragged himself out of bed, carefully as to not wake Ed up. He went about his morning routine; taking a short shower, pampering his hair, wearing the heavy, restricted uniform he had grown so used to it was like a second skin. A second skin I love tearing off of you, Ed usually says. The thought makes him smile softly as he heads out of the door, ready to start yet another boring day of saving the world.

When Roy opens the door to their home again it is already well past sunset. Today was not an easy day. With the tension at the border with Drachma, his day was busy and stressful. Harsh decisions had to be made, and even though Roy trusted himself and knew he had no choice, he wasn’t sure if he was fully satisfied with the steps taken. But there is nothing he could do about it now, anyway. What he is looking for is seeing Ed, now mostly likely awake, already in his home clothes, probably lounging on the couch in the living room in front of the fireplace with one book or another and a steaming cup of tea next to him. As he steps into the house he is not disappointed and he is greeted with an Ed in the exact position he had in his head. Some things never change, he thought to himself as his hands automatically reached for his jacket, one by one undoing the buttons.

“Ed, I’m home,” he calls, already knowing his man well enough to know how deep he can be absorbed in something he’s reading when he’s really into it. It seems though that the sound of his voice is enough, this time, to get Ed’s attention, as the immediate result of the call is that he twists and arches towards him. Roy can’t help the smile on his face when he sees the bright grin that spreads on Ed’s lips the moment his eyes land on him. This – he could get used to it.

Probably already did.

“Welcome home, Roy,” Ed says, and then places his book, upside down and opened so he won’t lose his spot on the coffee table right before he gets on his feet and closes the distance to him. Roy accepts the kiss happily. It’s like Ed has some kind of a magic powder on his lips; the moment they touch his, all the hardships of Roy’s day almost disappear. They still lurk somewhere in the dark, distant part of his mind, ready to attack him again when he is at work; but for now, he can let go. “I missed you. You didn’t wake me up today, again.”

Roy chuckles and places another short kiss on Ed’s lips before he lets him go. “I told you already. I just can’t do that. You look so peaceful when you sleep.”

“Maybe,” Ed says and heads into the kitchen. They’ve been through this enough times; when Roy returns home from work, Ed would make him coffee. He started doing that the third time he saw Roy heading straight for the water boiler and hadn’t stopped since. Roy was always grateful for it. “But if you don’t wake me up how am I gonna kiss you good day? You’re depriving me of a basic right.”

“How cruel of me,” Roy replies with a smile, and follows Ed. Usually he’d use the time it takes for his coffee to be ready to get rid of the uniform, but today he feels like being close to Ed. So he leaves the jacket open and walks over to wrap his arms around Ed, placing his chin on his shoulder. He leans in enough to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah. You’re lucky I’m not reporting you for abuse, or something.”

Roy chuckles. How was it even possible to love someone that much? It is at that moment that he reaches a decision. He’d been thinking about it for a while, considering the possibility and always somehow rejecting it on the threshold. But why not, really? “Hey, Ed?”

“Hmm? I need you to let go of me now, water’s almost boiling and if I try getting it like that I’m gonna spill – “

“Yes, in a moment. Would you like to go on a long weekend getaway with me?”

Ed, who until now was busy trying to prepare the mug despite the interruption that was Roy’s hug, stopped everything he was doing. The kettle already whistled, but he didn’t walk over to it. “You know I would love to, but your work, Roy. You think I don’t see how tired you are every day nowadays? I’m not sure now’s the best time – “

“Will you trust me? My office can handle without me for one day. I am allowed to take a day off once every blue moon or so, and I’d like to spend it with you, somewhere we don’t feel like we have to hide.” He reaches over to turn the stove off. Slowly the whistle dies away.

“Roy, you know I want to, but if people find out – “

“They won’t. Not until we’re ready.”

“If we suddenly go somewhere – “

“Somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one will recognize you or me. Don’t you want that, Ed?” he kisses him again, and lets go. Ed returns to his task of making coffee.

“Of course I do,” he pours the hot water, stirs the liquid, then hands it to Roy.

Roy takes it and places it back on the counter, then turns back to Ed. “Then what’s the problem? I’ll take next Friday off, and I’ll book us a cabin somewhere, in a village up north – “

“Won’t it be too cold?”

“I plan on having a hot spring for us. Besides, it’s not winter yet. It shouldn’t be too bad. Imagine waking up in the middle of the woods, when it’s just the two of us, and we can go out for a walk and cuddle in front of the fireplace…” He places a kiss on Ed’s lips. “Don’t worry about my work. Yes, it is busy now, but I can probably spare one day. I want more than having you over for the night and leaving you early in the morning. I want to stay in late with you. I want to wake up when the sun is already high up in the sky, shyly looking at us through the blinds. Then I want to wake you up, softly, kissing you and holding you close. And then I want to make sweet love to you, and stay in bed with you until we decide we must get up, to eat, or shower, or whatever. Can I have that? Just this once?”

Even while he was talking, Roy could feel how Ed melted in his arms. He knew the images he conjured were appealing to him, too. He feels, as well as hears, him taking a deep breath, letting it out as a sigh. “How can I say no to this, Roy?” his arms wrap around him, head resting on Roy’s chest. “If you say you can… then yes, of course, yes.” He smiles and lifts his head to kiss Roy. “I’m good with wherever you take me. Your coffee?”

In a way, Roy finds it very hard to think about the coffee right now. He was going to have a long weekend with his man. Just the two of them, somewhere nice and romantic where they both can forget about their responsibilities, even if only for two or three days. He smiles at Ed, and reaches over to take his mug before making his way to the living room. “Thank you,” he says. “What would you like to have for dinner?”

And Ed tells him, and for a moment, Roy feels that this is home. Not in the sense that this is his house, as it has been already for years; but with Ed in it, it can be the places they both always needed. A safe haven.

#thank you for sending in the prompt!#royed #edroy #roy/ed #ed/roy #fanfiction #ao3

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oh-goldeneyes · 5 years

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CNCO comforting their s/o after fans are harsh on them

Requested? Yes! By @prettyboypimentel

(I thought this was a great idea btw)

Warning: none ?

Christopher

- probably started happening recently

- like a week or two now

- you don't really pay attention to them tbh

- you knew this was going to happen when you agreed to go out with Chris

- so you were fine with it

- -until Chris said something reallyyy dumb

- you'd be on the couch together watch a movie one night

- when the girl on the screen is seen cheating on her husband with another guy

- Chris kinda laughs and goes " damn she should stay with that one he's WAAY hotter just saying"

- you got reminded of all the messages saying Chris was probably cheating on you with someone else since he was a bit of a mujeriego

- you got really quite all of a sudden

- Chris looked over at you like "Estás bien, bebé?"

- you just smiled before rushing upstairs to your shared room saying you weren't feeling good

- you could hear his footsteps behind you so you quickly rushed into the bathroom

- he started calling out for you from the other side but all you could focus on was your phone which was now full of those messages

- Chris was knocking softly on the door begging for you to talk to him

- I can practically hear his heart shattering when you walk out with red eyes and a tear stained face

- "ay bebé, please tell me what's wrong it kills me to see you like this"

- he says pulling you into his lap and sitting on the bed

- when you do tell him what's wrong... his face is so full of emotions

- he looks angry, confused , sad , disappointed

- he lifts you head up with his finger and smiles softly

- " you want to know why I stopped being like that? Going after any girl who showed any interest in me and then doing it all over the next time we go out? Carajo Y/N it's because I met you. And - and I realized I didnt want any other girl, I wanted you. No amount of hate comments or edited pictures are EVER going to change that, bebé"

- and now you're both crying

- I dont think he'd go off on a rant on social media but you can expect a picture of both of you on his Instagram later with the caption:

- " oh yeah you're stuck with me for a looong time count on that "

Richard

- Oh, homeboy notices

- you two would be on your way home from a date when you’re phone vibrates

- He sees your face go from giggly to sad REAL quick

- You close your phone and keep joking around with him hoping he didn’t notice

- Once you guys are at a red light he says he forgot to tell Chris or Joel something and if he can borrow your phone since his is in the back seat for some reason

- you let him and he goes straight to Twitter

- 4 words my friends

- RICHARD

- IS

- NOT

- HAPPY

- Clouded a bit by his anger he asks you about it immedieatly

- like “??? WTF is this???”

- oH SHIt

- trying to convince him it’s nothing and he should just drop it

- yeah, you just fueled the fire

- “drop it? DROP IT?! How can I drop this Y/N they’re literally calling you a slut how AM I GOING TO DROP THIS!”

- You two ended up in a heated argument on your way back home

- Once back at the house you don’t feel like fighting anymore

- “RICHARD there are SO MANY fans who actually like me ok? They’re just - just not as noticeable when 3/4 of them are saying the opposite..”

- He feels like a dick

- He should’ve talked about it with you not attack you on it

- Apologizes before bringing you into is arms letting you shed as many tears as you needed into his chest

- When you’ve both calmed down, you actually talk about it

- Probably heads to Twitter and says something along the lines of

- “ The worst feeling in the world? Having the people who support you hurt the love of your life”

- when you wake up the next day the amount of compliments you got over shadowed the mean ones by a long shot

Zabdiel

- I feel like you 2 would be the couple who tells each other everything you know?

- so when they started bothering you he’d know

- THAT IS... until they started getting worse

- you didn’t tell him about it after a while so he thought it was getting better or no longer happening

- poor sweet clueless bb

- every night when you felt Zabdiel holding you closer you’d think back to all those tweets saying shit like

- “Wow can’t believe I’m saying this but can we get Gwen back?sjsks”

- he’d start to worry he did something wrong when he feels you getting distant

- so one day ya’ll are binge wathcing the Harry Potter movies and half-way through the goblet of fire you’re phone vibrates

- you were in the kitchen so he decided to look at it

- “probably her mom again”

- SURPRISE it’s not your mom

- Get’s teary eyed just seeing what his fans think of you

- we know Zabdi is one sentimental boi

- you come back with more popcorn and find him looking sadly at your phone and you freak

- grabbing out of his hands and quickly trying to delete the messages even though it’s too late

- the damage is done : he’s seen them

- You have your back to him and hear him getting up off the couch

- at this point you’re both holding back tears cuz neither of you want to talk about it

- You both stand there in complete silence for a few minutes until you feel him tugging you into his chest

- and every ounce of strength you’ve had over the past few days trying to keep it together breaks right then and there

- You’re knees feel week and you’re both slowly sliding to the ground crying into each other

- You feel him turning you around and putting your foreheads together

- “ay... ay mi amor. Why didn’t you tell me? You tell me every thing... why- why not this?”

- So you tell him everything you’ve been feeling for the past week and his heart breaks a little every time your voice would crack

- You both fall asleep on the couch holding each other tight while the beginning of the order of the Phoenix played in the background

- He doesn’t go to social media for this, he just focuses on seeing you smile for the next few days and he makes you promise to tell you every thing and he’ll do the same

- guys I’m crying why do I do this to myself

Joel

- Buckle up

- he knows when his baby isn’t feeling well

- prides himself on it haha

- like you don’t have the time to tell him you’re sick and he’s already serving you chicken noodle soup

- so when you don’t finish vine references with him on time he like ???

- Doesn’t know how to ask you what’s wrong

- does he ease into the question or just go straight forward with it??

- he decides to finally ask you when he sees you distracted for the sixth time that day

- tbh you don’t know how to tell him either

- how do you tell your boyfriend you don’t think you deserve to be with him because you aren’t talented enough or EXTREMELY hot or funny or anything

- how do you tell him the people who support him the most got those ideas in your head...

- So you lie and tell him some shitty other story

- “uM... I saw a duck ....in the park...the other day that kind of looked like.... Richard??”

- Yeah, not buying it

- So he starts to insist on what’s wrong and GOD he is not making this easy on you

- after like 9 minutes of him asking what’s wrong and asking you if you don’t trust him anymore you just start shedding tears

- he’s too sweet you really don’t deserve him

- he goes into panic mode

- “shit I made her cry oh- no shit shitshit asshole - fuck”

- You tell him it’s not him that’s making you sad (he said that out loud dummy)

- you take a deep breath and let everything you`re feeling out

- Joel gets emotional because he used to feel those things about himself too

- Hugs you so tight, as if if he let go the world around him would crush you

- Carries you to your shared bed and wraps you into a burrito using the blankets

- Holds you in his arms again and spends the whole night telling you all of the reasons why he loves you

- Once you’re asleep this bb DIVES to Twitter

- to everyone’s surprise not to rant or fight with the CNCOwners

- he posts a video of he filmed of you balancing a chopstick on your nose and failing many times while he’s laughing hard on the other side of the camera

- the caption?

- “ I’m gonna marry you one day, I swear”

- (I’m melting guys)

Erick

- CLUELESS BABY BOYYY

- The minute you guys announced you were together the fans went crazy

- most of them really happy for you two they saw how happy you made Erick and loved you instantly

- ... the other half.... not so nice

- by that I mean hitting you straight in the insecurities... and HARD

- “ oof chubby much?” “seriously he could have anyone and he goes for THAT?” “awn she really thought she looked cute in this picture HAHA”

- yeah...

- so everyday whenever Erick told you a joke (cuz he loves seeing his baby smile) he noticed you’re smile wasn’t the same

- no matter how good you were at faking them, your eyes held so much sadness it made him sad

- so he tried to cheer you up by coming home early one day

- oh boy

- he’s outside the door leading to your shared bedroom when he hears a sob from the other side

- he rushes in and sees your phone buzzing next to you

- and there you are your knees hugging your chest and you head down

- you look up and see him standing there

- *sniffling* “Erick? Que haces I thought you were getting here late-”

- he’s holding you in his arms

- letting you cry into his shoulder as he peeks over to see your phone

- his heart breaks into a million pieces

- he’s holding the love of his life (he’s sure of it guys) , his world in his arms and the reason you’ve been upset all this time is because of his fans

- he doesn’t understand

- how can someone not love you?

- The way your nose crinkles when you smile, or your singing voice that sounds like angels to him no matter what you say, or even the corny jokes you two share all the time... your eyes that hold all the stars in the sky to Erick

- he doesn’t understand one bit

- he finds himself also crying into your neck

- You tried to explain yourself but he shushes you telling you it’s ok, he’s there and he’s not leaving

- and that he loves you

- so so much

- *actually crying while writing this*

#cnco #cncowners #cnco fanfic #cnco imagine #erick brian colon #christopher velez #joel pimentel #zabdiel de jesus #richard camacho #cnco headcanon #la banda cnco #la banda #la banda yoandri #yoandri #johann vera

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freddie-roger-brian-john · 5 years

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Surprises - part one (Roger x reader x Ben)

A/N - no one asked for this and I’ve still got some requests that I need to finish but, me being the procrastinating disaster that I am, decided to write about everyone’s favourite three way relationship. Hope you enjoy! This is part one of a short series btw. Things will get better!

Warnings - Angstttttttttt, swearing, pregnancy, ughhhh, Roger being an idiot

Word count - 2369

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It was pretty safe to say, you were fucking terrified. One hand was gripping the sink, your knuckles as white as the porcelain you were holding onto for dear life. The other held a positive pregnancy test.

You had suspected it for the last few days. You had thrown up every morning this week and tried to convince yourself that you just had a bug. But something in the back of your mind just knew that this wasn't some illness that would pass in a few days. No, this was something that would last your entire life.

Accepting that you were pregnant was the second most difficult thing about this whole situation. The most difficult would be telling Ben and Roger. Scenarios flew around your mind of them leaving you. You could picture them running off into the sunset together, leaving you with alone with the big belly that was in your near future.

You knew that you would have to tell them together. It wouldn't be fair to one of them if the other found out before he did. So you called them both. As Ben was higher up in your contacts, you phoned him first.

And he didn't answer.

Your breathing started to quicken. You didn't know why this was making you so nervous. He was probably just in the middle of filming - Yes, that had to be it.

Trying your best to calm down, you phoned Roger. Thank god he answered. Otherwise you would've probably just cried.

"Hello?" Came his voice. Just the familiar noise was enough to help you feel a little less panicked.

"Hi," you said, your voice quieter than you had intended.

"You alright, love?" He asked, noticing the way the greeting had been a little shaky. You nodded despite him not being able to see you.

"Yeah, fine," you said quickly. "How long are you going to be at the studio?"

"I'm actually walking to my car now," he told you. "We were going to try and finish the song today but we all need a break. I think we're all getting a little short with each other."

"So you're not in a great mood then?" You asked him, panic settling in you again. You heard him sigh.

"Not really," He said and you could just imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose, "Brian keeps trying to change the tempo and making up sections to throw us off a little. Every second line he uses a different riff-"

"Just seeing if you can keep up with a few surprises," you heard Brian's distant and muffled voice say, teasingly. You could tell he was enjoying getting a rise out of his friend.

"No one likes your surprises, Brian," Roger said, obviously not aiming the comment at you. He addressed you again. "Sorry, he's just being bloody annoying. Let's make a deal, from now on, no more fucking surprises." Despite the slightly humorous way in which he said that last bit, a pit had opened up in your stomach.

"Ok, Rog," you said, your voice quiet and quick once more. "I'll see you at home." Before he had time to respond, you hung up the phone, throwing it down on the counter next to the sink. Your hands were shaking as you picked up the test again, double checking that you had read it right.

You had, of course.

At that moment, you heard keys in a lock before the front door swung open. Your eyes widened and you quickly stashed the test in your pocket, making sure to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

You nodded at yourself in the mirror, giving you that wee bit of confidence you needed, and exited the small bathroom. You spotted Ben standing by the front door as he hung his jacket up.

"Hi, babe," he said when he saw you. He made his way over to you, talking with every stride. "Sorry I didn't answer the phone, I was driving and-" but you silenced him with a hug. Hugs weren't uncommon between the two of you but the thing that surprised him was the urgency of which you wrapped your arms around him. "Are you alright?" He asked, concern plain in his voice. He held you as you buried your face into his shoulder.

The second you had seen him, tears had started to form in your eyes. This was the quickest way you had been able to think of to hide your face from him.

Even so, you answered his question truthfully. "No," you said, your voice muffled by the fabric of his jumper. He wanted to pull back from you, to see your face, but you clung onto him the same way someone who can't swim clings onto a lifebuoy.

"What is it?" He asked. You just shook your head.

"I-" you said, your voice catching in your throat, "I can't tell you until Roger gets home."

"Babe, that won't be for another ten minutes," he said, still wanting only to see your face so that he could judge how serious this was. "If something's wrong, you need to tell me." You finally allowed him to pull back. His hands found either side of your face and he used his thumb to wipe away a tear. "I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong." Again, you shook your head.

"Sorry," you said, your cheek leaning into his palm. "It has to wait until he gets here." Ben look at you for a long moment. He seemed to decide that, no matter how hard he pushed, you were adamant on waiting for Roger to get home. He nodded, pulling you close to him, and lead you to the couch.

With your back against his chest and his chin resting above your head, you both lay quietly. His fingers intertwined with your own and he examined the way your hands looked together. You had managed to stop crying and you were silently scorning yourself for being so emotional about this.

The truth was, you were just terrified of losing your boys. You couldn't help but imagine not having Ben to lie with, the way you were lying with him now. Oh how you would miss the way you could feel his heartbeat and the way his chest rose and fell with every breath.

Sensing that, despite the lack of tears, you were still upset, Ben's lips began whispering sweet words of comfort. He told you how much he loved you, how much Roger loved you. His breath was hot against your ear and the side of your face tickled as Ben's words blew stray hairs out of the way.

He felt you tense as the two of you heard Roger open and close the front door. "Anyone home?" His voice rang out.

"I'm here, love," Ben called back. Moments later, Roger appeared in the doorway of the living room. He looked down at you and Ben in each other's arms, and smiled.

"We need to get a bigger couch," he commented as he searched for a way to join the two of you. However, his smile faltered a little when he saw the serious looks on both your faces. "What's wrong?" He asked. The hand that wasn't clasped in Ben's reaches out towards Roger and you pulled him towards the couch. He sat down, cuddling into you and sandwiching you between your two boyfriends.

"I- um..." you began. You hated the way your voice cracked. "Rog, I know you said no surprises but- um..." Without looking at either of them, you could tell they had shot a worried glance at each other. You could feel your cheeks growing red.

"Love, whatever it is, it'll be alright," Roger told you, sending how scared you were. Still, you couldn't find the words to tell them. The phrase "I'm pregnant," was stuck at the back of your throat.

So instead, you quickly dug in your pocket and pulled out the positive pregnancy test. Both their eyes landed on it and their faces fell.

You stayed absolutely silent, trying to work out from their blank faces whether they were pleased or not. You honestly felt like crying again until Ben's face broke out into a smile. "Oh my god," he said, breathlessly and with a slight laugh. His hand left yours and immediately went to rest on your belly, despite it not showing any signs of a pregnancy. "There's gonna be a person in here."

You could help but laugh. Mostly because of his comment but also because of the relief you were feeling. With one hand still on your belly, the other cupped your face and he kissed you. You could feel his grin against your lips.

After both pulling away, you turned your head to roger, expecting him to want to kiss you as well. Instead, your heart dropped as you saw that he was still wearing that fallen, blank expression.

"Babe?" Ben said. Roger looked up, as if just waking up from a day dream. "You alright?" Roger nodded and his mouth moved to talk, but no words came out. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Uh, yeah I-" he stood up rather suddenly, causing your leg to fall off the couch "- I just - um - I need a minute." And without another word, he left. A moment later, you heard the bedroom door slam shut and a sinking feeling rooted itself within you.

Ben, who face had been shocked and slightly angry at Roger's sudden disappearance, was quickly replaced by a comforting, tight lipped smile when he saw the look of pure panic on your face.

It was like your worst fear had come true. You could not lose Roger.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as his grip around you tightened a little. He was shaking slightly and you could tell that he was just as worried about losing Roger as you were. "He'll come round, he just needs to process everything."

Loosening his hold on you, Ben quickly excused himself, explaining to you that he was just going to go check on Roger. However, the thin walls of your home betrayed him.

"What the hell are you doing?" You heard Ben demand as he entered the bedroom.

"I can't do this, Ben," Roger responded. "I'm not meant to be a- a parent. I can't do it."

"Rog, listen to yourself," Ben said seriously.

"No, you don't get it," he said. "You're always here, you're always gonna be here. I'm away touring for half the bloody year."

"So you're just gonna leave?" Ben said, his voice growing louder. "Don't you see how unfair that is? Y/N doesn't have that option, she's stuck with it-"

"She could abort-"

"You can expect her to do that!" Ben shouted, making you flinch. "She doesn’t even let me kill spiders, you can’t seriously believe she would go through with something like that! In her mind, she's got to do this! She doesn't have the privilege of backing out."

"She's got you, doesn't she?" Roger demanded, his voice becoming angry. "It's not like she's alone in this! It'll still have a dad!"

"Roger-"

"Because let's face it! Only one of us is the father! Only one of us is actually going to be this things dad!"

"As if we'd ever actually find that out!" Ben shouted back. "I don't care which one of us it is! Y/N won't care either! We're both it's dad whether you like it or not!" There was a moment before the harshness in Ben's voice was replaced by panic. "Rog? Roger, seriously..." You heard the bedroom door open and heavy footsteps making their way to the front door. You leapt to your feet and ran out of the living room.

"Roger!"

His hand was on the door handle, he had a bag slung over his shoulder. His head jerked to looked over his shoulder at you but he stopped himself, his eyes lowering to the floor.

"I'm sorry," was all that he said before leaving. You called out to him again but he just slammed the door in response, leaving you completely speechless. You barely acknowledged Ben's arm around you.

"He's..." you began, sinking deeper into Ben's arms. "Oh my god, he's gone." You were too shocked to cry anymore.

Ben, on the other hand, was in tears. It took all of your combined strength to walk the few steps to your bedroom as you silently tried to comfort each other. The two of you parted for a moment as you both got under the covers but you quickly felt him pull you close to him again.

"Ben," you said, your hand on his chest. Though you weren't crying, your voice was still thick with what you were feeling. "I think I need a wee bit of space tonight." He looked at you, quickly wiped his eyes, and nodded.

"Alright," he said, sliding his arm out from beneath you. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes occasionally darting sideways to glance at you.

Instead of returning his looks, you rolled onto your side so that your back faced him. You inched closer to the edge of the bed so that your body occupied the space on which Roger would normally sleep. You could smell him on the mattress. When you closed your eyes you could imagine that he was lying there, just out of reach.

When you awoke slowly the next morning, your body was hugging Roger's pillow. The bed felt horribly cold as last night's events crept back into your mind. You told yourself not to cry, not one more tear was to be shed over Roger Taylor.

Turning around to find comfort in Ben, your breath hitched in your throat. He wasn't there. The duvet had been pulled back and you were suddenly surrounded by unoccupied mattress.

For what felt like the hundredth time in the last 24hrs, panic consumed you.

You were alone, so very alone.

Roger had left, Ben was gone, and your life would never be the same again.

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joylessholland · 6 years

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Not So Happy Ending (Part 3)

TOMXREADER

2,331 words

TRIGGER warnings: Swearing, Heartbreak, Slight domestic violence, little blood,

A/N: So, first I wanna thank the amazing @kingquackdaddy for her help with this part. Another thing is yes I am slowly getting back into writing again, so sorry if you've requested something and I haven't gotten to it yet, but I promise I will try my best. This is the last part of this series.oh and btw I changed my username! ps. go follow my Instagram @joyless_holland

I CHANGED MY USER SO NOW I HAVE TO REMAKE MY MASTERLIST

[TOM’S POV]

“Darling, it’s me, Tom.” I try again, holding her hand tightly in my grip “I’m sorry…Tom, I don’t remember you.” She says sadly, taking her hand from mine. “Please.” I whisper thickening the lump in my throat. “Tom?” A voice from outside turns my attention “A moment?” The doctor says holding a clipboard. Standing, I look back once at the love of my life, the woman I failed. She didn’t remember me. There is an empty spot in her mind where memories of us belong. The world is playing a cruel joke on me, and I’ve had about enough. “What’s taking so long?” I snap as the doctor shuts the door. “I told you when she came to, it would take a while.”

“Two weeks? She remembers everyone, her mother, her sister, even the bloody nurse that treated her as a child, but not me.” The words rush from my mouth as tears sting my eyes again. I’d gotten sick of crying, but I couldn’t help it. “Tom, I’m sorry but…I’ve talked to her mother. It’s time for her to go home. We can’t do anything for her, it’s all up to her and her mind.” Sighing sadly, I look through the small window into Y/n’s room “Have I lost her?” I ask, drying my eyes “The only advice can give is keep trying but even then...beating a dead horse won’t get it to run any faster!” the doctor says with a sad smile giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Sticking the key into the lock, I turn it with a sigh. In the darkness of the apartment, I make my way into the kitchen opening the fridge to pull out a case of Stella’s. I wander to the couch, turn on a random rerun of “Friends”, and start work on drinking away the day's problems.

After the case is gone, the sun had gone completely from the sky. Stumbling back into the bedroom, I strip down and get into bed. As I reach over to Y/n’s side of the bed, the chilling emptiness shatters my heart. Sleep had become a distant memory without her here. What I wouldn’t give to hear her soft breath and not so soft snoring. Her cold skin when she snuggled into me because I stole all the blankets. Drifting off into deep thought exhaustion takes over.

[YOUR POV]

Looking up at the building you feel like you should remember something about it. “Where are we?” You ask as Tom shuts the car door “Home.” He smiles, holding out his hand “It seems familiar but nothing solid.”

A breathy laugh escapes Tom “That’s a start” Leading you over to the kitchen, you run your hand lightly grab an orchid smelling it. “Your favorite.” Tom says with a smile, watching you wander the kitchen “So is anything coming back?” He asks hopefully as you pass the mugs. “Nothing yet…” You stop, staring at a mug with a pink flower on the front, the handle looks as though it was glued back on. Picking it up, something starts coming back. “Wait, this one!” You say with a smile. Walking over, Tom places a hand on your shoulder. “You haven’t picked that one up in months.” He says with a hint of surprise in his tone. “You sure you don’t mean this one?” He says, grabbing the mug you used every day for coffee “No, this one I…got it from.” Your voice trails off in thought. (ok?) Thinking for a moment, you gasp. “I remember!” You exclaim “What?” Tom asks hopefully as you grab your purse. “I have to go see someone, thank you uh…Tom!” You say excitedly, rushing from the apartment.

Jogging down the street, you turn a sharp corner coming to a coffee shop. Walking in, you see that same mug. With a smile you scan the patrons, coming to a familiar mop of hair you quickly walk over. Stopping for a moment, you get a small flash of a memory.

It was you sitting at that table across from that same mop of red hair, drinking coffee from the flowered mug. When the mop knocks it off the table and the handle breaks off. It was your first date, he still sat at the same table.

“Everett?” You whisper as the man turns slowly. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asks standing, staring at you in awe. “I was in an accident, I lost a lot of memories but being here with you just feels right.” You smile as he gestures to the empty seat at the table. “Can I get you a coffee?”

[TOM’S POV]

Grabbing my phone, I dial quickly Y/n’s mothers number. Holding to my ear, she picks up in a chipper voice. “Hello Tom, how can I help you?” “Hey Karen, Y/n was over and she saw a mug. It has a flower on it and the handle broke off. Someone glued it back on, but she remembered something. Do you know what?” I rambled to her. “That mug was given to her by her ex-boyfriend. He went away to school and they could make it work so they parted ways. Is everything ok?” Karen asked, concern in her voice. “It’s nothing.” I lied, hanging up the phone a huge lump forms in my throat. Chucking my phone across the room, I heard the screen shatter. Not only did the love of my life not remember who I was she was out with some guy, probably making perfect new memories of her own. Tears burning hotlines down my face as I crumbled to the floor heartbroken.

[YOUR POV]

“God, I haven’t been bowling in forever.” You muse as Everett grabs the door for you. “I can’t believe we were both back here at the same time?” He says, ordering two pairs of shoes. “It’s so good to see you again!” He says, handing you your pair. “I know! It’s like fate brought us together or something.” You smile as he leads you to your lane. The lane next to yours is a group of children, there for a birthday party. As Everett steps up to the score sheet, he writes down your old nickname he used to call you. “I was really nervous to ask you out today. Last I heard, you moved on with some guy.” Everett says, picking up a ball. “I’m glad you asked me!” You smile as he rolls his ball down the lane, hitting only two pins. He frowns. “Ok, so, I’m a little rusty!” Everett jokes as you take his place. Holding the ball in your hand you rolling it down the lane, when your head spins and you stumble a bit. The worlds seemed to freeze, you could hear your heartbeat in your ear. The lights of the alley flashed and blurred as you scanned the vast room. Your eyes focus in on the birthday party, four children smiling bright smiles running around the carpeted floor. Turning to face you is a little boy, tilting your head you look at his t-shirt. “Spiderman”

The words echo in your mind as memories flood back.

A cold muggy morning, a figure places a tray over your legs in bed. “Breakfast, Darling?” It says as your mind clears, the figures features become focused. Next to you lying on his side stealing a piece of bacon off your plate. It was Tom. His hair thrown around from sleep.

A windy park at sunrise, a happy dog running with Tom jumping and barking as he swings around a rope toy. Throwing it towards you, he races Tessa for the toy, beating him she brings it to you. If dogs could smile, hers would have been the biggest and the brightest.

One single tear drips down your face as the memories of that night come back, none of it mattered now. “Hey, Y/n” Everett’s arm wraps around your waist as you snap back into his reality “Oh… I remember. Sorry, but this isn’t right.”

“What?” he asks slightly shocked. His grip on your waist tightens slightly. His eyes burn holes into your head “Everett, I’m so sorry but I have to go. Tom thinks I don’t remember him and if I do he thinks I hate him.” Rage bubbles up in his eyes, it’s something you’ve never see in him. Pushing away from him you grab your bag, pull off your bowling shoes and toss them at the counter.

The elevator ride up to your apartment felt like an eternity, but when the door slide opens you wished it took longer. Walking down the corridor, you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. Sticking the key in the lock, you say small pray to yourself. Pushing the door open you walking, the lights are off and the curtains are closed “Tom, it’s me, Y/n!” You call out, pushing the door lightly. “Tom?” You call again seeing empty beer bottles on the ground. Standing in the living room, you spot something in the corner. Squatting down to investigate, you pick up Tom’s phone, the screen was shattered. Had he done this? You needed to find him! Standing up straight, your eyes wander to the large flat screen tv, in the reflection of the black screen you see someone standing behind you. Taking a shaky breath, you clutch the phone in your hand. Turning quickly, you see Everett standing in the dark his eyes full of rage, jealousy, and something else…lust. “Don’t scream.” He says, his voice deep and hateful. “I know that when I went away to university, you were heartbroken. You miss me, I miss you.” He explains, stepping closer. “Everett, don’t.” You plead with him, backing up against the wall. “I lost you once, I won’t do it again,” Everett growls, diminishing the small space between you. Chucking the broken phone at him, you scramble away. Yelping out as his hand wraps around your arm pulling you into his body.

“Shut up!” He snarls, pinning you against a bare wall. “Please!” You yell out, but he covers your mouth before you can call out more. His hand travels to your zipper as you try to squirm away, his hold on you kept you from freedom. The more you squirmed the tighter his grip became, the feeling of his nails digging into your skin made you scream. Tears poured from your eyes when he grabbed your face and held it to his “Stop, crying you know you want this just as much as I do.” He snarled. Breathing in through your nose, you thrust your head against his… hard. “You fucking…” He said, raising his hand.

Before his fist lands on your face, his arm is caught in the air. His body is ripped off yours, but not without a fight. Burning pain shoots through your arm, looking down you see red lines down your forearm from Everett’s nails. Sliding down the wall, you stare at the scene unfolding in front of you, Tom was wrestling with Everett, fighting for you… your safety. Pushing Everett away, Tom balls up his fist and slams it into Everett’s jaw with a loud crack. He stumbles back wiping the blood from his lip. “Get the hell out!” Tom shouts, making you jump. This caught his attention, he rushes to your side, holding your throbbing arm in your other hand. He looks at the blood from the scratches. “Tom!” You warn as he’s pulled away from you. On the floor, Everett lands a punch before Tom grabs his throat and rolls on top of him “You hurt her, you fucking monster!” Tom (?) snarled. Maybe it was the stress, the beers, or maybe just seeing you like that made him snap. His fists came down time after time as you stood and rushed to pull him off. “Tom, please stop!” You cry, shaking hands gripping his shoulders as he pants. Getting to his feet he holds your wounded arm in his hands. “Oh, darling…” The red he was seeing vanishes, taking in your broken state. His strong, protective arms wrap around you. “Everything is gonna be ok now, Love.” He says, glaring at the unconscious body in front of you. Unable to hold back any longer, the guilt of forgetting your true love, shutting him out, practically leaving him for the asshole who cared nothing for you… you sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry, Tom. I’m so sorry.” You choked out. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. “It’s alright, Love. I’m here.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“That’s badass!” Harry voice disrupting the moment, he gawks at his brother’s bloody knuckles. “What are you still doing here?” You ask shakily, still in Tom’s arms. “Well, I sensed hostility. So, I’m gonna go.” He says with a devilish grin. “I called the cops!” Harry yells from the hall before shutting the door.

After the last officer left, taking the scum bag with them, you sat on the couch with a first aid kit “Are you ok?” Tom asks finally. “Yes, Tom. I’m fine.” You offer a weak smile with a slight chuckle. “I’m so sorry, for everything. For not being here, for not being here that night.” He says a looking up at you with puppy dog eyes “I know, the time to be sorry is over. I’m just glad we’re here now, together.” You kiss the top of his head before dabbing the split on his eye with alcohol. Ripping open a package of band-aids you smile at him “Marry me.” “What!?” You exclaim, looking at him in shock. “Marry me, I love you so much, and hell we’ve been through so much shit. If I have to go through anymore I wanna do it as your husband” he says sheepishly. “You don’t have to answer now but I just…” “Of course!” you blurt out before smashing your lips against his.

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saintkimora · 7 years

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ok……..here is the long awaited post of what happened on saturday night! (Last Saturday night btw not yesterday night) ive been too busy to post about it until now but it is juicy

so as i said on saturday, joel and i were texting on and off that day but it was weird as usual. so after i showered i wrote out a text to him saying that even though we havent been communicating much recently i still miss him and think about him all the time and that i appreciate the chances i do get to talk to him. so i sent this message but literally the second it sent i got a message from him. like we sent our texts at the same time. so i started reading his text and it started with “perry……im really sorry but what we have isnt working out” skafjhkajdhfkjads so i felt like a jolt in my legs and had to sit down. so he sent this long ass breakup text and here are the basic points that he used

he isnt ready for a relationship/exclusivity (even though HE was the one who literally deleted all his dating apps the day after we met bc he wanted to focus on pursuing me)

he hasnt been making the effort and i deserve someone who does

he hasnt been opening up and he is aware of that bc he knows he isnt ready

i deserve someone who is in a better place in their life than he is rn/someone who has their stuff together

i dont deserve what hes putting me through

he wants time to be single and make mistakes and regret them (stupid ass reasoning btw)

he knew using texts was the wrong way to end it but he wasnt strong enough to do it in person

he apologized if i feel like i wasted my time on him/if i regret anything ive done w him (since the last time i saw him before this was when i had sex with him)

hes sorry that he isnt treating me better

not my fault at all

so yeah that was the text! i didnt even read it fully until later on like i skimmed it and called him immediately and asked if we could talk in person (ofc i got all choked up trying to ask and almost started crying over the phone) so he said yes he owes me that much so i grabbed my tissue box, tried to put on my shoes (my mom had to help me bc i was shaking too much) and drove to his apartment and then sprinted to his apartment from where i parked a block away. i got there and his roommates werent home so it was just him. he opened the door and i said hi and he let me in and it was v solemn so we went into his room and sat on his bed and this is where the drama really started

so i was like “can i have a hug” and he was like “yes” so we hugged and i started crying. so we hugged for a while and then we separated and i was like “ok so explain why you want to end this” so he started explaining it to me. i was crying and he was crying too but i was crying more obv! i was like bawling. his eyes were red and tears were falling and he was sniffling but he wasnt like crying hard

so he just explained that he was in a bad place when he met me and he still is in that bad place (in reference to his depression) and how its not me its him and how i deserve someone who puts in the effort and doesnt distance themselves from me and actually has the time to see me and i was annoyed bc caleb did the same thing and i am sick of other guys telling me whats best for me like *vicki from rhoc voice* how do you know whats best for me? and like obv just bc you have depression doesnt mean you dont deserve love, like he said he still liked me and wanted to be with me and how it was breaking his heart to have to do this so i did not want him to end something just bc he felt he didnt deserve me or that he wasnt worthy of my love or anything like that

so he also explained how he wasnt ready to settle down and i was like sis we arent even officially boyfriends yet, its not like im asking you to marry me and have kids lmfao and he said he wasnt ready for exclusivity so i was like “does that mean you wanna fuck other guys?” and he was like “i dont know” so ????? and he was like “im feeling conflicted” so i was like wtf is going on in here on this day

also i asked if his roommates were home and he said no he was home alone tonight and that was part of why he was feeling so bad and its like sis…..if being alone makes you feel worse then making yourself even more alone by breaking up w me doesnt seem like the best way to fix that! and i told him that i was free tonight and he couldve just invited me over if he was feeling lonely and he was like “i thought you would be busy” like sis literally the only times i am ever busy on saturday nights is when im with him!! lmao

he also said he wasnt opening up bc he couldnt/wasnt ready for it yet, but like i wasnt asking him to open up like all i wanted was for him to put a modicum of effort into our conversations just to show that he cared, like we can just keep doing fun things like im not asking him to get all deep and vulnerable with me (although i would love that too)

so we just had a very emotional time, i was crying my eyes out nonstop and he was lightly crying as well, there was lots of hugging and holding and stuff so like i was really really REALLY losing it like i was so MESSSSSSSSSSYYYY like i was just getting all in my feelings and saying all the things im gonna miss about him and like apologizing for anything i did wrong/apologizing for not being enough for him and like it was really really bad. but i was still also cracking jokes like a dumbass throughout the whole thing lmao bc i like to find the humor in things

i decided to mention that i was originally planning to ask him to be my bf officially on our next date (that plan had changed since he became cold and distant the past week or two but originally i was planning on doing it on the next date after i got back from the retreat) just bc i was being emotional

at one point he was laying on the bed and i was sitting on the edge of it crying (and covering my face bc im an ugly crier even though he’d already seen plenty of footage of me crying at this point) and he held out his arms and was like “come here” and i was like “no” and looked away and he was like “please” like that was very satisfying bc it showed that he needed comforting as well at that moment

at one point i was just laying on my side rolled up in a ball scream crying into my hands now THAT was messy. it was nice though bc joel moved in behind me and tried to hold me and calm me down. speaking of calming down! there were some points where i got like………REALLY bad like i was breathing so hard and fast it was troubling but whenever i had a wave of that joel held me and tried to soothe me and help me breathe

i even offered to have an open relationship if he wanted (bc this was during the exclusivity convo) bc i was just trying to grasp at any straws i could at the moment in the hopes of reaching an agreement or just stalling for time so i could move past his walls and get through to him. in reality i would never even consider it bc it is definitely not for me but at the moment i was desperate. he said no though bc he knows i wouldnt want that and he said he didnt want me to compromise myself for him

so then this is when we reached the turning point. so joel was laying down and i was like half sitting on the bed/half laying on him. and i said something along the lines of “you dont have to go through this alone, i wanna be there for you” and like when i said alone he lost IT! like we had a breakthrough he started bawling just like i was this whole time!! obviously it was hard for me to see him in that state but it was also kinda nice to see how much he cared

but then he started breathing really fast and he was like “i think im having a panic attack” so i was like uh oh so i was like omg do you want me to get off of you or something but he was like no stay here so i kept holding him and tried to help him ride it out. but then he choked out the words “i think im making the wrong decision” like !!!! i have never felt such a strong feeling of hope in my life! but i was just like its fine dont worry about it just breathe and btw during this event he was laying on his side so he was looking to the side while i was kinda on top of him so i was like at him. so then he turned to look me directly in the face and………………………

he said “I love you!” like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hearing that made me SO so happy so i was like “i love you too!” and we hugged and kissed and then he was like “ask me!!” and i was like “ask you what???” and he was like “ask me what you were gonna ask me before!” and i was like “OH! joel……will you be my boyfriend?” and he was like “YES!” and then we hugged again and laughed and made out and it was really really passionate even though we were both gross with tears and runny noses, like it might have even been the most passionate kissing ive ever had! it was a very emotionally intimate moment and i loved it

so then he was like “im sorry” and i was like dont worry about it lmao so then we just continued cuddling and kissing and stuff for a while. he told me that he knew i loved him back bc during my breakdown i said “i really really really really liked you” and he said he knew i wanted to say i loved you lol

he also said hes gonna try to open up more and put more of an effort in so!! that was nice

so it was hot in his room and we were all sweaty on top of being gross from crying so we showered together which is always fun. and during the shower he was very touchy and he would like press his body against mine and give little kisses on like my chest or my back which i really loved. we also did some sexual stuff too

then we got out and dried off and he finally said he would watch flavor of love with me!! so we watched a few eps and it was super fun. then we cuddled until we fell asleep holding each other which is always one of my fave parts of our dates. he was very affectionate and sweet and i really liked it. then we fell asleep and in the morning i had to go home bc i had work or something

so yeah thats it! it made me really happy that he said i love you (and that he said it to me first!!) and i made sure he knew that he could always ask me for anything he needed if he was feeling down again or something. so now fast forward to today he is back to texting me every day and being an active and engaging texter! and i went over to do homework with him on monday night which was fun! and then on friday night he invited me over at like midnight and we got checkers and then we hung out and cuddled and watched more flavor of love. and then we did some more sexual things which was really fun! he was really really into me again and he literally is the hottest guy ive ever met so i enjoyed getting to make him feel good and stuff

on friday the 13th i am taking the gsa eboard + jami w me to go see the addams family musical at his school since he is part of the pit orchestra so that will be fun! i am very happy to have joel back and i am even happier that we are officially boyfriends now! and its so so so nice to get i love you texts again!! overall i am very happy with how things turned out and i am glad i fought to make it work instead of just seeing the text and being like ok bye

#personal #I'm posting this from mobile but I had it saved as a draft on my computer #so I hope the read more is still on it #if not.....sorry lol

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persistentedmund · 7 years

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Edmund x Reader

Author’s Note: Here’s part two to “What does he have that I don’t?” bc why not? I don’t have a title for it bc i suck at titles lol. Also I’m really sorry if it’s not what you expected lol. I honestly did not know how to end this or how to start it all but I hope this is good enough for you. This is longer than part 1 btw. Ignore weird mistakes and typos. Enjoy! -Gaby :)

Setting: Modern AU (Mr. Tumnus is a teacher here, I couldn’t think of a name so I decided to go with him lol)

Word Count: 1,542

Warning: none

Contains: A few swear words and fluff

It’s been a week since Edmund’s confession that shocked Y/N, and since they last talked to each other. It’s quite hard really; they had almost every class together and they were sat next to each other, and their lockers were just a few lockers apart.

Closing her locker shut, she turns around and leans against it, tightening her grip on her books. Y/N looks up, sighing deeply.

“Something wrong?”

She looks to her left, and sees Harry. After their date last Friday, he’s been hanging out with her lately, even though she doesn’t like Harry as much anymore. She has yet to tell him that they shouldn’t go to the dance together on Saturday, which is tomorrow.

She shakes her head, and steps away from her locker just as the bell rings for fifth period.

Harry sighs.

“Y/N, it’s not nothing. It’s Edmund, isn’t it?” he says.

Y/N remains silent as they both walk to their class together, Music. Ed’s in this class with them too. Great.

Harry chuckles softly. “I can tell you like him.”

At his statement, her head shoots up and she looks at him.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N. I see the looks you’ve been giving him these past few days and you’ve been quiet in class. It didn’t help that the two of you haven’t been hanging out. And I’m not the only one that notices. His siblings and your other friends noticed, too. No, wait, scratch that. The whole school knows something happened between the two of you.”

She looks at Harry, surprised at his observations.

“That doesn’t mean I like him,” she shakes her head, just as they reach the door to the Music room. Edmund’s already at his desk, right beside hers. She sighs.

“Here’s a piece of advice, Y/N. He’s your best friend. What you have is something too valuable to throw away. Don’t let him go.” Harry tells her, walking inside the room, and to his desk. Edmund looks up once he sees Harry sit at his desk and his eyes land on Y/N. She gulps once Edmund’s attention is on her. Ed shakes his head, and resumes to doing whatever he was previously doing. Y/N exhales deeply, and walks inside just as the second bell rings. She sits at her desk, and Edmund doesn’t acknowledge her presence at all.

Mr. Tumnus, their music teacher, walks in.

“Hi,” she whispers softly. Edmund barely nods his head, and focuses on Mr. Tumnus speaking in front.

She sighs.

He’s your best friend. What you have is something too valuable to throw away. Don’t let him go.

The final bell rings and Y/N gathers her things quickly. Just as she slings her backpack over her shoulders, Edmund is out of the door. She runs out to catch him.

“Edmund! Ed, wait!” she calls out, but her words die on her lips as Edmund disappears from her sight. She sighs, and leans against a locker.

She closes her eyes, sighing.

“You alright, Y/N?” a sweet voice asks, and she opens her eyes to see Lucy, Susan, and Peter all looking at her with concern on their faces.

She stands up straight, and looks at them sadly.

“Honesty? No.”

“It’s Ed, isn’t it?” Susan asks gently. Y/N bites on her lower lip, nodding.

“Come on. We’ll find some place more private,” Lucy says, holding onto Y/N’s hand, as the three of them lead her to their usual hang out spot, under the trees, away from the crowded halls.

“What really happened?” Susan asks Y/N as they all sit down on the ground.

“He, uh,” Y/N stutters before continuing. “I told him that Harry asked me out on a date and to the dance and that I said yes. And he got pissed and I asked him why it was suddenly such a big deal and he, uh, he said he liked me.”

“Loved, you mean.” Peter corrects her. Y/N just looks at him.

“It’s true, though. Ed really does love you.” Lucy says.

“He has for years. I’m surprised you don’t see that.” Susan adds.

“Yeah, I mean. Haven’t you ever wondered why Ed is so overprotective of you? Not only that, he flirts with you ALL the time. You two always get so intimate, it’s so annoying.” Peter says, rolling his eyes at the last part (even though he ships his brother and Y/N as well).

She shakes her head. “I thought it’s only because we’re best friends and he treats me like his sister.”

The three siblings look at her with that are-you-serious-Edmund-isn’t-that-sweet-with-us look.

“Wow, you’re so dense.” Peter says.

She groans, burying her face in her hands.

“Yes, yes she is.” The voice of the person she’s been wanting to talk to for days says from behind. Her head shoots up and she turns around to see Edmund leaning against the tree.

“Ed! I…uh, Edmund. Uh, hi.” She says, stuttering.

Edmund shakes his head. Y/N stands up, and walks over to him. Lucy, Susan, and Peter left when they saw Edmund from behind the tree, and Y/N made a mental note to kill them for leaving her with Ed and thank them at the same time.

She’s only a few feet away from him, yet he still seems so far away. He stares blankly at her, and Y/N’s heart aches; he’s so cold and distant.

“H-hi.” She manages to stutter out. He nods.

Her heart breaks yet at the same time, she’s mad at him for acting like this.

“C-can we talk?”

He nods.

She lets out an irritated growl, running a hand through her hair. She’s tired of him acting like this.

“Dammit, Ed!” she says, and it suddenly gives her a sense of déjà vu, when Edmund said that to her only a week ago. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay?! I really, really am. I didn’t know you felt that way, I thought it was okay with you if I went out with Harry because you’re my best friend and you’re supposed to support me. And I thought you got mad because you were just concerned. But I get it, okay? I get it. I was being selfish when I decided to bail on you and I shouldn’t have. I just…”

Y/N pauses, a huge lump growing in her throat. Her emotions have gotten the best of her. She exhales, her breathing ragged as she blinks the tears away. Edmund is still looking at her blankly, making her angrier and more hurt. She runs a hand through her messy hair, frustrated.

“---I just want my best friend back, okay? I miss you and I’ve been feeling like shit without you. It’s not the same without my best friend, it feels like a part of me is missing when you’re not around. Fuck, Ed…” she stops, the tears flowing freely now. She’s being so emotional; she’d mentally slap herself like she usually does but she isn’t thinking of that right now.

Edmund is now looking at her with a shocked yet pained expression, but she doesn’t see that since the tears are blurring her vision.

“I’m so stupid; I’m so stupid for only realizing that I felt the same way too the moment you walked away. All this time, I thought I liked Harry but it’s you that I love. I’m so stupid for trying to push away these feelings I’ve had for you. And look where it got me. I’ve lost you.” She whispers the last part.

Edmund is silent; he doesn’t know what to say. And it’s funny, really. How only a week ago, he wanted Y/N to say something, anything, and now he can’t seem to form a sentence.

Y/N chuckles sadly.

“Forget it,” she mutters, and turns around to walk away, leaving her stuff behind. Something inside of Edmund snaps and he runs up to her.

“Y/N, wait!” He calls, and she turns around, wiping the tears away as more run down her damp cheeks.

The moment she’s within his reach, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her against him. Before she could react, he crashes his lips to hers. Reacting quickly, Y/N brings one arm to rest on his shoulder and the other in his hair. His free hand cups her cheek, wiping the remaining tears away. They pull away for air and Edmund rests his forehead against hers. Eyes still closed, Edmund kisses her softly again, making her smile. They open their eyes, staring at each other.

“Hi, best friend.” Edmund says, smiling down at her. She snorts.

“Hello, I love you.” She replies, rubbing her nose against his lovingly.

“You’re so cheesy.” He says, making her laugh.

“But you love me.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

She pulls away, smacking him lightly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she crosses her arms over her chest, stepping away from him. He only steps closer to her, kissing her gently. She responds to the kiss, smiling.

“I’m so in love---”

“YOU’RE IN PUBLIC, YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?” Peter shouts obnoxiously, and they both turn around to see his siblings with Harry just a few feet away from them. They’re all laughing, except for Peter who looks annoyed even though he’s just happy for his brother.

“Shut it, Pete!”

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