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seongsangi · 3 years

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can’t keep my hands to myself (2)

pairing: johnny x reader x jaehyun

summary: what happens after that phone call with jaehyun?

word count: 4.3k

warnings: drinking (pls drink responsibly!!), threesome, voyeurism, dacryphilia, somnophilia absolute filth read to find out!!

author’s note: read part 1

The three of you spend the rest of the night drinking Jaehyun’s sorrows away. He thought this girl was really into him, but when he waited for an hour and was ghosted by her when he tried to call or text her, he knew it was too good to be true. Now here he is, drowning himself in peach soju. You and Johnny share glances at each other, wondering if he should slow down or just let him have his night.

“Anything we can do to help you feel better?” Johnny slightly nudges you with his elbow and you shove him, knowing exactly what he means but not while the poor man is almost drunk. You glance over at Jaehyun, letting your eyes roam his figure across from you. His long legs are clad in black jeans, thighs spread and looking like an invitation. He looks so damn good in these all black outfits, you just want to climb in his lap and –

“Can you get me another one? That’ll be good enough for me.” He takes his last swig of the bottle in his hand, setting it down on the floor. You get up from the couch, heading to the fridge for another. Johnny and Jaehyun follow your figure with their eyes, the short skirt doing wonders to show off your legs. Johnny doesn’t feel jealous at all that his best friend is staring down his girl. He would be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way you both steal glances at each other when you all hang out.

You come back with a bottle in hand, standing over Jaehyun and taking a couple swigs before handing it to him. “I don’t think you should drink all of that, Jae.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Jaehyun is now testing the waters himself. A small smile forms on your lips at the name, but you quickly try to cover it. Johnny reaches for your hand, tugging you into his lap. As Jaehyun reaches for the remote to find something to watch, you feel Johnny’s hand glide across the back of your neck, turning your head in his direction. He gives you a warm smile, squeezing your thigh. You mouth “what?” but he just glances over your shoulder before pressing his lips to yours. You can taste the soju on him, smiling into the kiss. When you try to pull away, he holds your head still, lips steadily moving against yours. He sighs, kissing you more fervently and pressing your body closer to him.

“Johnny, what the –” his lips are now attached to your neck, letting out a soft moan at his warm breath on your skin. Your eyes dart to Jaehyun, who is glued to the scene and shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His mind races back to the phone call from earlier.

Jaehyun was about to hang up when he thought he heard Johnny say something. He listened for a few seconds and realized Johnny wasn’t talking to him at all. Jaehyun was confused, did Johnny forget to hang up? Does he know he’s still on the call? Jaehyun felt like he was invading your privacy, but he was too intrigued by the sound of your moans to say the least. He figured he could listen just this once and never say anything about it. There was this unspoken attraction he had for you, but he would always respect your relationship with Johnny. Of course, he would never do anything about to jeopardize it, but he will admit he’s thought about you in more ways than one. Was that wrong of him? Fuck, he doesn’t know any more.

You muster up the strength to pull Johnny’s head away from your neck, asking him seriously, “What are you doing?” Johnny looks over to Jaehyun, who is running a hand through his hair and blushing red, from the alcohol or from what just happened, it’s hard to tell. “I’m just giving him a show. It seems he likes to watch, don’t you think?” You swear your heart is going to beat out of your chest as you watch Jaehyun bite his lip, eyes following Johnny’s hand as it travels underneath your skirt, pushing it up to expose more of your thigh. Your body is on fire now, the audience making your head spin with every touch Johnny leaves. Okay, you did pull that stunt over the phone, but you didn’t think things would progress this fast!

Johnny leans in close to your ear, telling you you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You want it so bad, but you need to hear Jaehyun say it too.

“Do you want to watch, Jae?” You call out to him, the question sending blood rushing to his member. “Yeah, I do, is that okay?” His voice is quiet, hard to hear almost. You core tingles at his confirmation, letting Johnny do whatever he wants with you as Jaehyun watches.

Jaehyun takes another sip from the bottle, letting the alcohol cloud his mind and lower his inhibitions. He’s waiting for someone to say something, to snap him out of this dream he must be having. He’s letting the scene before him unfold, lost in Johnny’s hands roaming your body and the way you react so sweetly to his touch. His pants are getting a little too tight for him, bulge growing at the sight of Johnny repositioning you on the edge of the couch. Johnny gets on his knees on the floor, keeping your legs spread. Jaehyun sucks in a deep breath at the sight of your panties being pushed to the side.

“Show him your pretty little pussy,” Johnny’s words make your core clench. This is all so new to you, you feel slightly embarrassed and want to close your legs but you can’t with Johnny’s grip on them. Your hands hesitantly move to spread your lips for the man across from you. He’s straining against his pants at the sight of your wetness, so close yet so far. Johnny hums, you’re such a good girl for him. He glides two fingers across your juices, slipping them in and stretching you out. You throw your head back in a string of moans, his tongue lapping at your sensitive nub. Jaehyun closes his eyes for a second, listening to your sweet moans and rubbing himself lightly.

Johnny adds a third and you swear you’re going to cry, his tongue on your clit and fingers hitting your spot with every thrust are too much. You lock eyes with Jaehyun, giving him your best seductive look, making his pants twitch. Your hips buck on their own, unable to stay still with Johnny’s ministrations. He’s so good at working your body, he knows you so well and uses it to his advantage. He pulls his fingers out, spreading your lips and focusing kitten licks on your clit. Your moans increase in pitch, the undivided attention to your clit driving you close to the edge.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” you hold his hand as you climax, spilling into his mouth and making a mess on the floor. He laps everything he can up, drawing out your intense orgasm. His tongue doesn’t stop even as you tell him it’s too much and you’re definitely crying now. Jaehyun almost feels bad for the overstimulation, but something in him lights up when he sees the tears streaming down your face. You look so pretty like this and he wants to see you ruined even more.

Johnny finally pulls away from your core, giving you a chance to collect yourself. You can’t even open your eyes and your legs are sore as hell from being held up for so long. You just want to go to sleep right here. Johnny laughs at your tired state as he cleans up, clearly too fucked out. “And that’s it for tonight, boys.” Johnny carries you to the bedroom, turning on the shower and leaving a hot and bothered Jaehyun all by himself.

The next few days, you’re too busy working and studying for an exam that you don’t get the chance to go over to Johnny’s place. Which may or may not be a good thing, you think you still need time to recover from what happened that night. Goddamn, that really happened, didn’t it? You know it was all mutual but you still can’t get it out of your head that it may have been a little too fast. Well, no point in dwelling over it. You’re spending the night at his place tonight so maybe there will be a chance for all of you to talk about it.

“I just, I don’t know, is it gonna make things weird between you guys now?” You ask Johnny, worrying about their friendship.

“Well, I don’t think it’s been weird since then. Unless he’s just really good at hiding it.”

Jaehyun actually doesn’t come home until you and Johnny fall asleep, getting caught up at work. He knows you’re spending the night tonight and was sort of hoping he didn’t run into you. He didn’t want you to think he was some creep who just liked to watch. To be honest, he didn’t really understand it himself either. It was also new to him, and he felt like he could trust you and Johnny and found himself enjoying it more than he thought. Maybe there will be another chance for all of you to talk about it.

The time reads 4:17 am and you carefully get out of bed, not trying to wake Johnny as you head to the kitchen. You almost screamed when you saw Jaehyun standing at the counter in the dark. “Oh my god, you scared me!” You grab the pitcher of water in front of him, pouring yourself a glass. You’re trying not to stare at him, the white shirt and gray sweats making your mind wander. He’s avoiding eye contact with you, looking at his glass of water. Okay, this might be a little awkward.

“How have you been?” you decide to ask, not sure what else to say. He tells you he’s been okay, working a lot these past couple days. You nod, making small conversation. There’s another awkward silence after that, and you’re about to bid him goodnight until he says something.

“Um, about the other night…” he trails, putting his hands in his pocket and leaning against the counter. You hope this doesn’t ruin anything between all three of you. “We don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to, Jae.” He quickly backtracks, “No, no, it’s not that. I mean, I liked it I just–” he stumbles over his words, trying to figure out how to say it. “I just don’t want you to think I’m weird or anything for liking it.” You reach out to place your hand on his arm, prompting him to look at you.

“Look, it’s safe to say we all enjoyed it so it’s not weird at all. Don’t worry about it too much.” He lets out a sigh of relief. “If you liked it, maybe we can do it again. But we’d have to ask Johnny first of course.” You give him a soft smile, not wanting him to feel like he should be embarrassed about it.

“Plus, I liked having you watch,” you say with a wink before heading back to Johnny’s room. “Goodnight, Jae.”

The next time you stay at Johnny’s place, the semester is over and it’s finally winter break. After a night of watching Christmas movies, you tell Johnny you’re going to bed. He wants to stay up and play some games with Jaehyun but you don’t have it in you to stay awake. They both share a look with each other, watching you saunter off to bed for the night. What you don’t know is they’ve got quite the surprise for you.

When a few hours have passed and they’re sure you’re asleep, Johnny carefully opens the door to his room with Jaehyun close behind. They’ve been talking about it all day, waiting for the right moment to make their move. Johnny recalls you mentioning the idea of being woken up to him in between your legs, the thought of it turns you on immensely. How can he say no to that?

He finds you laying on your side, curled up underneath the blanket. Jaehyun sits at the edge of the bed as Johnny comes around to you, towering over you and peeling the covers back slowly. You shift in bed as the covers are peeled off, now lying on your back. Johnny drags his fingertips up your legs, sending tingles throughout your body. You furrow your brows, it feels like something is tickling you. Johnny pauses for a bit, gauging your reaction before sitting down. He pushes your legs apart as far as he can without disturbing you, just enough so he can rub circles over your clit. He appreciates your lack of panties tonight, quickly finding the sensitive nub.

Your dream starts off innocent, cuddling with Johnny in bed, your head on his chest. Next thing you know, you’re straddling his hips and sliding your tongue into his mouth, fighting for dominance. He quickly flips you over and you wrap your legs around him, rubbing your clothed sex on his bulge. “Baby girl, just what do you think you’re doing?” His low voice sends shivers down your back, smirking against his lips. “Just want you to fuck me,” you peck a kiss to his lips, “please?” Your flimsy shorts are a mess, sticking uncomfortably to your skin, eager for Johnny’s touch where you need him most.

He tosses your shirt up, kissing down your torso as he presses his fingers harder to your clit. He can feel the wetness through your shorts, picking up the pace of his fingers to hear you moan for him. “Mmm, babe, that feels good” you pant, in the dream and in real life. Johnny feels a surge of pride hearing you talk about him in your sleep. Jaehyun is watching closely, wanting to touch you but he holds himself back. Johnny attaches his mouth to your nipple, swirling it around gently. You slightly arch your back, pushing your nipple further into his mouth. He’s surprised you haven’t woken up yet and decides to see how far he can go.

Johnny slips his fingers into your shorts, gathering your juices on his slender digits. You moan softly, this dream feels so real. You spread your legs subconsciously, imagining Johnny’s fingers sliding in and out of you. He smirks at your movements, taking the opportunity to give you what you want. Jaehyun shifts on the bed to get a better look at you, watching your breathing get faster as Johnny picks up the pace. Johnny’s thumb presses to your clit as he scissors you, your moans picking up. Your hips are moving against the bed, stirring out of your sleep at the warm feeling in your center. You haven’t had a wet dream in a while and this one is getting a little heated.

“Are you waking up, baby?” Johnny’s voice sounds like it’s right in your ear, coaxing you out of your sleep. His fingers are still moving slowly in you as your eyes flutter open, feeling a presence in bed with you. As soon as he sees your eyes open, his hand starts moving ruthlessly, catching you off guard.

“Fuck, Johnny wait,” your hands are grabbing the pillow underneath your head, squeezing for dear life. You turn to your right and Jaehyun looks in awe, practically drooling over you. You did not expect this at all and you feel yourself gushing at the thought of them waking you up. “You like the surprise?” Johnny asks as he kisses your inner thigh, pulling his fingers out. You hum in agreement, reaching your hand out to Jaehyun who seems to be sitting so far away.

“Did you like it?” You ask as he takes your hand, letting you pull him closer. You sit up on your knees, looking back and forth between Johnny and Jaehyun. You don’t have to say anything and Johnny already knows what you’re thinking. He scoots further back, giving you and Jaehyun some room. You’re still holding hands, tracing circles on his hand with your thumb. “I don’t want you to watch tonight.” You rest his hand on your thigh, encouraging him to touch you. He gives you a look like he’s asking you if you’re sure about this. “Don’t you want to touch me, Jae?” You beckon in your best sultry voice, driving him crazy.

He looks at Johnny once more, a small nod egging him on. He takes in a deep breath, giving your thigh a squeeze before he pushes your shoulders down, your back hitting the mattress with such force. He grabs your wrists to pin them above your head, kicking your legs apart to kneel in between them. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Johnny tells me you like it rough?” You whimper when he pushes his knee against your core and pinches your nipple at the same time. Oh god, you didn’t think it’d be like this. The switch up in his demeanor has you excited for what’s to come.

You turn your head to look at Johnny, who is paying close attention to his girlfriend and best friend together. Jaehyun watched you two last time, so he doesn’t mind sitting back during this one. You’re getting extremely aroused thinking about all the things you want Jaehyun to do to you as Johnny watches. You wiggle your hips, asking Jaehyun to take your shorts off.

“Ask him nicely,” Johnny perks up. Jaehyun rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching harder. “Pretty please, Jae, want you to touch me,” you roll your hips against his knee, showing him how needy you are. “You’re so hot, can’t wait to fuck you,” he slaps your thigh hard, stopping your hips from moving. He sits on his heels, inching your shorts down as you lift your hips. He lets go of your hands, sliding down to face your core. His hands grip the back of your knees, pushing your legs towards your chest. He flattens his tongue against your slit, dragging it up and down making your toes curl.

“Ohhh my goddd,” you whine, feeling your juices leaking onto the bed.

“You’re so wet sweetheart,” Jaehyun teases you, focusing his attention on your clit. You feel the warmth building in your stomach, grabbing the sheets so hard you think they’ll rip. He wraps his lips around your clit, licking and sucking in a way that makes your eyes roll back. You don’t even know how long his head was in between your legs for, but you feel your high approaching quickly. “I’m cumming,” you yell, clamping your legs around his head. He pries them back open with ease, lapping at your core. You feel something land on the bed next to you, but you’re too focused on the feeling of Jaehyun’s tongue to pay attention.

You quite literally scream when you feel the vibrator pressing against your clit, thrashing around on the bed as Jaehyun tries to hold you down. “I can’t, I can’t –” you whine, feeling a second one coming so soon.

“Yeah, you gonna cum for us? You like it when he touches you?” Johnny’s voice is right above you, stroking your hair away to see your face contorted in pleasure. Jaehyun slips the vibrator in you as Johnny slides his hand down your front, replacing the vibrator with his fingers on your clit. You scream so loud Johnny has to slap his hand over your mouth, squirting all over their fingers and making a mess on the sheets. Tears are forming in your eyes from the intensity of the orgasm, and they threaten to spill as their hands don’t stop. You’re a crying mess by the time they pull back, both enjoying your fucked out state a little too much.

"Squirted all over us baby. Look at the mess you made," Johnny mocks you, shoving his fingers in your mouth and you lick them clean, palming him through his sweats. You look at Jaehyun in between your legs, using your foot to do the same to him. They’re both rock hard and you want them in your mouth. You sit up on your knees, asking if you can suck them both off. Jaehyun comes around to the edge where Johnny is standing, who’s already pulling his sweats down. You reach for him, pumping him a few times before taking him down your throat, getting his dick wet. Jaehyun stares at you incredulously, watching you gag on Johnny. He gives your ass a hard slap, earning a glare from you for the sting. Johnny pulls your head away from him, shoving your face toward Jaehyun’s sweats. You bat your lashes at him, pleading with your eyes for him to take them off so you can finally get a taste of him.

They both have impressive lengths, wetness gushing to your center thinking about how good they’ll ruin you. You let out a long moan as you take Jaehyun in your mouth, the vibrations making him throw his head back. Johnny still has a grip on your hair, guiding your head along Jaehyun’s dick. You’re drooling on his dick, the sound of spit along with Jaehyun’s low groans filling the room. Your jaw is getting tired but you just can’t get enough.

“How do you want it, sweetheart?” You swear you’ll never get tired of that name coming from him. You look at Johnny, a sly smile on your lips as you ask, “Is it okay if Jaehyun fucks me first?” Johnny doesn’t say anything, just grabs your chin and leans down to your face. He tells you to stick your tongue out, letting a trail of spit fall from his mouth to yours. “Oh, that’s nasty,” Jaehyun bites his lip. You’re a little too excited when Johnny manhandles you, throwing you on your stomach and lifting your hips in the air. He climbs up the bed as Jaehyun gets into position behind you. He lines himself up with your core, gathering your slick on his tip. Now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to pull your hair, arching your back as you brace yourself with your hands. Johnny is front of you now, pumping himself as he Jaehyun slides right in.

“Fuck, so good," Jaehyun groans, bottoming out and earning a whimper from you at the full feeling. “Shit, so deep,” eyes glossing over as he finds his pace, fucking you dumb. Johnny caresses your cheek, slipping his thumb into your mouth in which you eagerly suck on. You close your eyes, letting Jaehyun’s dick take control of your body. You can feel every inch of him, sliding out slowly but slamming right back in. He holds you close to him, giving it to you just the way you want it. He moves his hips more fervently, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts. Your breasts bounce with each stroke, mouth left open with pathetic whines. Johnny loves to see you all fucked out, waiting patiently for his turn with you. "My pretty baby loves to be fucked, isn't that right?"

“Ah yes, it feels so so good, don’t stop please Jae.” Jaehyun grabs your throat, pulling your back to his chest. “I won’t stop until you cum all over me. Can you do that, sweetheart?” He fucks into you so hard, all you can manage to say is yes over and over, getting lost in your headspace. Johnny skillfully attacks your clit again with his fingers, and before you know it you’re cumming again. Jaehyun pulls out, your tight walls becoming too much for him. Johnny helps you ride out your high, smoothing his hand over your thigh to help you calm down. He picks up the vibrator, the sound of it making your nerves tingle.

“No, wait, that’s too much,” you try to beg him not to use it because you cannot handle that. He only gives a light chuckle before grabbing your waist to lay you down on your back. He puts one leg over his shoulder, sliding in and pressing the toy to your abused clit. You slap a hand over your own mouth, the lewd sounds from you making you embarrassed. Jaehyun has a better way of shutting you up. He kneels by your head, moving your hand and telling you to open up. You welcome him into your mouth, sliding your tongue along his member. You can’t help moaning on his dick when Johnny is fucking you so well.

“You love this like the little slut you are. Can’t get enough of two dicks.” Johnny puts a hand on your abdomen, pushing down and sliding into you slowly. “Can you feel me right here? You can barely take me baby girl.” Johnny knows what he’s doing and he does it so well. Jaehyun begins to thrust into your mouth, chasing his high. Every fiber in your being is stimulated, you can feel an orgasm harder than the other ones coming. Johnny slamming his hips into yours and the vibrations on your bundle of nerves is so overwhelming, you come undone with a loud cry, legs shaking uncontrollably.

Johnny throws the vibrator down, leaning down and keeping your leg on his shoulder, your walls getting unbelievably tight with each thrust. Not too long after, he’s painting your walls white, filling you up with his warm cum. Jaehyun quickly grabs your face, shoving into your mouth as he cums down your throat, making you swallow it all. You feel so worn out and used, Johnny collapsing on top of you. Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair, all sweaty from tonight’s events.

“Oh my god,” you laugh once you collect yourself. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“What, having regrets already?” Johnny muffles into your chest.

You shove him off of you, getting out of bed to grab a towel from the closet.

“I’ll be in the shower if anyone wants to join,” you tease, knowing they can’t keep their hands to themselves.

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petri808 · 3 years

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hiii i am absolutely obsessed with ur drabbles could u please do nalu #4 and #39 pls🥺

“Walk out that door and we’re through” + “Please come home, I miss you”

This was tough cause the questions could trigger a story similar to this one I also did for these prompt asks round. But I think I can make it different enough, albeit angst hell 😅 here we go! It’s a little rushed but longer then I expected for a ficlet lol

“Lucy,” Natsu knocked at the office door, “it’s time to go.”

“Where?” She answered without looking up.

“Levy’s birthday party.”

“Oh!” Lucy sat up in her desk chair and turned her body to face her husband. “Right! I forgot. Um, shucks, but I’m on a writing high right now and I can’t stop— tell her I’ll make it up to her, will ya?”

She always says that… Natsu sighed, “yeah, sure…”

Levy Redfox was Lucy’s childhood best friend and while the woman was also his friend, it just didn’t sit well with Natsu that she’d choose writing over the woman. But this had been an ongoing issue lately... Don’t get him wrong, he fully supported his wife’s career as an author, especially now that it’s really starting to take off. The issue was it had consumed her at the expense of everyone around her.

He knocked on their friends door, answered by Levy herself.

“Natsu!” Levy hugged the man excitedly, but when she noticed he was alone, frowned a tad. “Again, huh?”

“I’m sorry, Levy,” Natsu’s shoulders slumped. “Lucy’s in a,” he made quotation marks in the air, “‘writing high,’ and said she’ll make it up to you.”

“Well, I’m glad you came,” the woman smiled despite the sadness hiding behind her eyes.

All of their closest friends were in attendance and spent the evening talking, eating, and playing a few fun birthday games. It distracted him to some extent, but as the night wore down and the other guests had all left, Natsu, his best friend Gray Fullbuster, Levy, and her husband Gajeel sat around in the living room talking about the elephant in the room. Lucy.

“I’ve tried talking to her,” Levy said quietly, “but, I try not to make it sound too harsh.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what you need to do babe,” Gajeel chimed in. “Be blunt.”

“Yeah, I’m like you,” Natsu agreed with Levy. “It’s not easy to bring it up cause she’s oblivious about it.”

“But it’s hurting your marriage man!” Gray looked at Natsu. “And your friendship,” he switched to Levy. “I’m with Gajeel. If you aren’t honest with her, it’s not gonna get better.”

“Think I don’t know that?!” Natsu spat back. “Think I enjoy being the only one in that house in pain?! I don’t, but—” his voice cracked, “I’m worried I’ll push her away if I say something.”

“She’s already pushing you away dude. Do you still love her?”

“Of course, I do,” Natsu sighed. “I love her more than anything, but apparently it’s not enough… we haven’t even… you know, I can’t remember the last time.”

“Wow… Then you really gotta tell her. All of it,” Gray coaxed.

Levy who’d sat quietly through the back and forth, chimed in quietly. “Gray’s right. You should tell her, when you go home, just tell her how you’re feeling. And whatever happens, happens. We can just hope for the best.”

“You know you’ll be the first to hear from her if I do,” Natsu pointed out.

“I know. But… it’s time I come clean too.”

Natsu slumped back onto the couch and let out a depressed exhale. “And you,” he looked to Gray. “You know if it goes wrong I’ll be showing up at your door.”

“My couch has your name on it.”

“Gee, thanks.”

That had to be the longest drive home Natsu had ever taken, even though it was really just 10 minutes. He was a physical person by nature and never been very good at expressing his feelings in words. Words were his wife’s domain. There were a lot of things he wanted to say, but his biggest fear was saying things wrong. With his hand on the doorknob, Natsu took one last breath and opened the door to her office. He knew before entering, Lucy was still working by the clacks of the keyboard and interrupting would immediately cause friction. But he couldn’t wait anymore.

“I’m home,” Natsu called out… with no response. He sighed and spoke more sternly. “Lucy. I’m home.”

“Oh, welcome home,” she finally responded. “How was the party?”

He knew it was an empty question, because she never even looked up or stopped typing and it meant she wasn’t really listening. “Lucy… we need to talk.”

“I’m kinda busy Natsu.”

“I know, but you’re always busy Lucy. That’s part of the problem.” The moment the last word came out, Natsu knew instantly he’d picked the wrong one. Crap.

Lucy stopped typing, turned off the screen and shut the laptop. “Problem?” She turned the chair around with her eyes narrowed in a focused glare. “What do you mean, problem?”

“Lucy,” he ran a hand down his face, “I don’t want to fight, but we need to talk— there’s a lot we need to talk about.”

“Like what?” She crossed her arms. “What is so important that you need to mess with my job?”

There it was.

“I’m not trying to do that,” he sighed. “You know how proud I am of your career. But, it feels as if you’re choosing your career over everything else in your life. Me, your friends, we’re all just being pushed aside—”

“Are you kidding me?!” Lucy shot out of her chair shaking in anger. “I am not doing any of that! I’m not pushing anyone away! Y-You’re the one who’s acting selfish trying to tell me I’m not giving you enough attention! And don’t you bring Levy into this! If this was bothering her she’d tell me!”

“It does bother her! But she’s afraid of getting,” he gestured with his hands up and down at Lucy, “this reaction! Is it selfish to want to spend some time with my own wife?!” Natsu growled. “We never spend time together anymore! You’re just always hunched over that damn computer!”

“I’m doing my job!” Lucy shrieked. “I have deadlines to meet! This story ain’t gonna write itself! Research ain’t gonna materialize on its own! It’s a lot of work!”

“Lucy,” Natsu pinched his brows together, trying hard to stop from snapping further as well as to control the tears building in his eyes. “I love you, more than anything in this world, but I don’t know what happened to the woman I’d married. The old Lucy wouldn’t abandon her loved ones like this.”

“You’re just mad because I’m successful now.”

“That’s bullshit! And you know it! No job is worth losing the people you care about, and if you can’t understand that, then, I don’t know what else to say!”

“Then I guess there isn’t anything more to say,” she spat back.

“I guess not.” Natsu answered softly, turned and left the room.

He’d already assumed confronting Lucy about her precious career would not end well, and he was right. Staying would only cause more trouble. So, he quietly packed a suitcase to go to Gray’s house, making sure to bring anything he’d need because he had no idea how long he’d stay there. He’d said his peace; it really was all in Lucy’s hands now.

Back in her office, Lucy dropped back down into her chair as the full weight of what just transpired hit her like a ton of bricks. She cradled her face in her hands as the anger that had fueled her response suddenly mixed with sadness. Tears flowed free. Did that really just happen?! She could hear Natsu moving around in the bedroom, the opening of drawers, the closet, the zipping sound of the suitcase, each and every step driving a knife deeper and deeper. How dare he tell her to stop writing! This was her dream! Her livelihood! Why couldn’t he just support her instead of acting like a child who wasn’t getting attention!

When she heard Natsu walking towards the front door area, Lucy raced out of the room to confront him one last time.

“Walk out that door and we’re through!” She screamed. “Do you hear me? We’re through!”

Natsu ignored her words knowing it was the anger talking… hoping it was just the emotions fueling her rage. “I’ll be at Gray’s,” he simply responded with a hint of sadness in his tone. “You should really think long and hard about this Lucy, because if not, you’ll lose a lot more than you realize.” And with that, he closed the front door behind him.

Lucy crumpled to the ground and wailed— raged, banging the floor with her fists as the sobbing overtook her. She truly could not understand what brought this on. Hadn’t she been a good wife?! Faithful! Hard working! What more did he want?! All she was doing was trying to make it in the cut-throat world of publishing. Does he not understand how hard it is to make it in that world?! She pulled her phone from her pocket and started to dial Levy’s phone number. But just as she got to the last two numbers, she stopped. It was already 1 am, and it would be rude to wake her friend up. Lucy sniffled and hung her head in shame before dragging herself back towards the bedroom. She’ll just call in the morning.

When Levy answered the phone, Lucy was slightly taken aback by the response. Not a hello, just a, ‘I wondered when you’d call.’ Evidently the woman was expecting it, but she was too tired to let it add to her problems. She hadn’t slept much after Natsu left— no surprise. She was still angry, but also confused, sad, and just mentally drained of life. Her friend agreed to come over in a bit, so Lucy dragged herself into the shower hoping it would make her feel better.

“Wow, you don’t look good,” Levy remarked at her friend.

“Hi to you too,” Lucy mumbled as she moved to the side to let her friend in. “Who would after a fight?”

Once settled on the couch, Levy went straight to the point before Lucy could even begin. “I already know what this is about. I know Natsu’s side, so start with yours.”

“Wow— okay, well—” Lucy pulled her legs up and tucked them underneath her body in a protective mode. “He tried to tell me to stop writing and I thought that was bullshit,” she said bluntly.

Levy’s brow raised. “Is that exactly what he said? To stop writing?”

“W-Well no, but that what he implied!”

“What did he say exactly?”

Lucy looked away, a scowl growing on her face and to hide the renewed moisture in her eyes. “He said I’m pushing everyone away.”

“And you don’t agree?”

“No! I’m not choosing my career over everyone! It’s ridiculous to even imply that I would!”

“Lu, do you still love your husband?”

“Of course, I love him!”

“Are you sure he knows you still love him?”

“I—” Lucy crossed her arms over her chest and sunk further into the couch mumbling. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t.”

“I can tell you, he doesn’t. Lu, you’ve pushed all of us away.”

“So, you’re taking his side?!”

“No. I’m giving you reality. You’ve been wrapped up in your fictional world so much that you’ve forgotten this one and the real people in it.”

“I—” Lucy turned away to hide the tears slowly starting to trickle down her face. “I never meant to…”

“I know…” Levy placed a hand on her friends leg. “Lu, we all know. He knows, but he’s hurting and it’s in your power to fix this.”

“But how?! I can’t just stop writing. I have deadlines and— you know, its a lot of work to put a story together.”

“You have to find a balance. Right?” Levy coaxed. “You have to take breaks. You have to relax sometimes. Natsu’s not asking you to stop, and he knows there will be times you really can’t stop. But it can’t be all the time, and right now it’s all the time.”

“I know…”

“Girl when was the last time you…” Levy wiggled her brows and grinned. “You know.”

Lucy blushed. “Too long.”

“Well?!” Levy laughed. “Are you finally getting our point?”

“Yeah,” Lucy sighed. “I got tunneled vision.”

Levy leaned in, adding pressured from the hand on Lucy’s leg and a softening in her voice. “And it put your marriage in jeopardy. But it’s not too late to fix it.”

The tears exploded from Lucy. “I told him… when he left, I-I told him don’t come back.” She buried her face in her hands as the sobbing took control. “I-I was screaming at him… so angry, I just lost it and—”

Levy pulled Lucy into a hug. “Shhh,” she held tight. “I’m sure he knew you didn’t mean it. Shh, it’s okay. Sometimes we say things we don’t mean when we’re mad. But you can still get him back, I’m certain of it.”

“H-how?!” Lucy sobbed into Levy’s shoulder. “He’s gotta be so mad at me!”

“Hun, Natsu’s more sad then mad. He needs to feel like you still love him.” Levy pulled away and cupped Lucy’s cheeks, staring, searching the woman’s eyes. “Can you tell him you love him?”

“I can tell him I love him,” Lucy sniffled.

“Then go tell him that!” She hugged her friend. “You’ll be okay Lu, you two are meant to last.”

“Thanks, Levy.”

“He’s at Gray’s right? Want me to drive you?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Levy smiled. “Now clean up a bit, I’ll wait in the car.”

The whole ride over to Gray’s house was the most nerve wracking experience in Lucy’s life. As she sat there huddled in Levy’s passenger seat, all the ways she could ever apologize tried to funnel through her head. She was a writer, and yet for the first time in a long time, all the words dried up or mashed together like a broken verse. Levy did her best to keep Lucy calm, reminding her that it’s all about being honest— just let your heart do the talking for once and not her head.

“You got this,” Levy patted Lucy’s shoulder before she exited the vehicle.

Lucy sure hoped she did. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Seconds ticked by and with each chime, all the weight and worry crept closer to sending her over. He was mad. Too mad. He probably won��t answer…

Finally someone did. “You came?” Natsu’s voice was soft and low, his eyes still bloodshot and worn.

“I came,” Lucy hung her head in shame. “I’m sorry— F-For everything, Natsu please come home, I miss you. I love you more than my job, and I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“You always say that Lucy…”

Ouch. Straight through her heart. The tears broke free again as her knees weakened, causing her to fall against him. Natsu caught her, and she clung to him, gripped to his shirt. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please come home! I love you! Natsu please come home! I can change! I promise I’ll change!”

That’s when she felt his hold truly tighten around her body and his head come to rest against her own. Lucy sobbed harder from the acceptance, pouring her heart in her words. “I love you… I love you so much, I’m so sorry….”

Natsu cradled her head and closed his eyes, voice soft with an upbeat to its tone. “Now there’s the woman I married.”

He held Lucy tightly until her sobbing slowed, eventually pulling away just enough to wipe the tear trails away. “Shall we go home now?”

Lucy nodded. “Please….”

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if it's available, could you do the nsfw prompt #6 with hitoshi shinso please?

“one more word out of you and i’ll leave you tied up with no release”

pairing: hitoshi shinso x female reader

cw: aged up, nsfw (implicit male receiving handjob, implicit semi public, praise, dumbification, degradation, over stimulation, nipple play, spit play, finger sucking, female receiving fingering, thigh biting, sir kink and bondage)

word count: 1200+

a/n: bruh how am i back to becoming a smut blog again, tbh im glad i have a variety for all types of writing

summary: in which after teasing shinso all day he can’t wait to get his revenge by overstimulating you until your crying, begging to cum

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“Stop fucking crying.” His long fingers continued to pump into your cunt, as his thumb rested across your clit, moving circles around the sensitive skin. “This is what you get after teasing me all day.”

Shinso hated to admit it but you had got under his skin today, breakfast had been hard enough with how you had waltzed in with nothing but his shirt. Then you had walked around the apartment looking for your clothes in your lingerie. He could tolerate it, he tried to tolerate it but when dinner arrived and you both had left to meet with some friends.

He hadn’t expected the purple dress to turn him on as much as it had, the low cut, with your cleavage spilling out and the way you fitted perfectly in it. You were gorgeous, but before he could even tell you that, you had conveniently let your fingers trail across his thigh getting eerily closer to his cock.

Shinso had heard you speak but his quirk was no use when you were under his gaze. He was almost glad the table had a cloth covering going to the floor. The undoing of the zip had almost been unheard and the torture Shinso had gone through having to surpress his moans as you lazily let your hand wrap around his softness, feeling it harden under your fingers.

“Plea...please bab…” You could barely even speak, Shinso had pushed you into the bedroom as soon as you both got home and now hear he was.

Sleeves rolled with his tired eyes looking lazily at you. He had bounded your hands with his capturing scarf, your wrists already looking sore as you laid sprawled out for him. “You think you can just go around doing shit like that, this is a fucking lesson, okay?” He paused waiting for you to answer, but you didn’t squeal under his gaze. He pressed his cock through his jeans onto your clit as he stayed on top grabbing your jaw with one hand. “Do I make myself clear Y/n.”

You hated when he used your name, it felt patronising and small under his gaze. “Yes, sir.” You whispered trying to suppress a moan at how he grinded against your slick filled clit.

His eyes glued to your own as he dropped your jaw back onto the bed. He doesn’t say a word instead moving away from your clit, he knew he was hard and knew he wanted to fuck you. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so without enacting revenge. His eyes stayed on you before he inserted two fingers in your cunt, he felt slick wrap around his fingers, a heavy moan coming from your mouth.

“Ple...please more.” You begged arching your back to try and push his fingers deeper inside of you. He hasn't even begun moving his fingers and you already felt yourself wanting to cum for him.

“One more word out of you and I'll leave you tied up with no release.” He was being serious, the way he had looked up from your cunt, your heavy chest as your naked body laid sprawled for him. He would leave you tied up, unable to finish the job that he had been doing for the past ten minutes.

You had thought that he’d have let you cum, but this was the second time his fingers were back in you, and the first you hadn’t gotten the chance to have a release. “I’ll be good.” You mewled out, he looked at you debating if he should agree.

He pushed his fingers further into you as you gave a hefty groan. His eyes widened at how easy you were to pleasure before he moved his fingers out, just as he was about to re-enter, a third finger began stretching you. His movement from there on had become quicker and with a much hastier face, he kissed along your waist, as he continued to move back and forth. Your moans feeling like music to his ears, he could never understand how men didn’t just look at you and fall in love.

He had, he had seen those sharp eyes with the gleeful smirk, the laugh that had made his knees weak. He didn’t understand how the world wasn't on their knees for you like he was, he saw paradise and utopia when he looked at you.

Even if he had so much love for you, he needed to teach you a lesson, needed to show you that he was in charge. “Come on, scream louder, you know you want to whore.” He continued to pump his fingers in and out, each time reaching further and further inside.

His other had been gripping your thighs but had moved towards your chest, the way your nipples had hardened so easily. His saliva ridden fingers which he had licked previously now coating your body and nipples felt like heaven. Each hand’s actions make your legs twitch at each movement, “let me cum.” You almost screamed out but suppressed it with a moan instead.

“No.” He chuckled it out sadistically, he could see how your legs felt heavier, a coil in your stomach ready to release. His hands moved much quicker now, he refused to let you cum, he wanted you to go into sensory overload. His mouth had moved to your thighs, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. He didn’t know what had gotten into him but hearing your loud pleas to cum made him go mad.

His thumb ran circles on your clit as he continued to pump harder until he felt the back of your cunt, almost knowing that if he went any further his knuckles would start touching your cunt. He looked up from your thighs, purple bruises forming as he listened to your words, “Tosh...pl…” You had become a dumb mess unable to speak, droll coming from your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

Your wrists looked even sorer, but the sadistic side in him wanted more. He gripped your nipple tightly with his left hand, flicking it in between his fingers before pinching at the hard spot. You gave a loud moan before knowing you couldn’t take anymore, his fingers pumped even further, knuckles touching your clit before he looked at you. “Cum on my fingers, my stupid pretty girl, go on.”

His words made you unravel in a matter of seconds, cum gushing out onto his fingers. He moved his fingers out, cum sitting across his three fingers. He stuffed it in your mouth as you babbled nonsense before untying the capture weapon. He chucked it to the side, feeling you suck and move your tongue against his fingers as if you were sucking his cock.

He moved up to your face making you look right into his eyes; you had a dazed expression which he loved so much. He grabbed your face with his other hand, saliva dripping from your mouth a string of spit moved from his fingers to your mouth. He sucked his finger clean off you before meeting your eyes. “Now are you going to take my cock like a good girl, or do I have to punish you again?”

He watched your eyes, how you looked at him with lust, your mouth peppering kisses down his neck. He still needed an answer, he wanted to hear you say it and as much as you loved teasing him. You said the words he had wanted to hear, “I'll be your good girl, sir.”

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bijoharvelle · 4 years

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doing these prompts! today is “going down the shore” and it’s dedicated to @flowersforcas because (i don’t need a reason to love marlo but) she made this which makes me cry. read the whole series!

Sam will never admit it, but he’s a little jealous of Dean. Or, not jealous, but just... The thing is, he remembers this from when Jo was this age -- right around two and all she wanted was to be with Eileen. “Not you!” she had screamed at him once, “I want Mommy!” It’s been the same way with Dean for the past month or so and the excitement of vacation has only heightened the clinginess to his mother. Sam may as well be chopped liver. And it doesn’t bother him, really, because all the books and the doctors say that it’s fairly normal and it will fade off -- it certainly did with Jo after all. He probably wouldn’t even give it a second thought.

Except that it doesn’t seem to apply to his brother.

Anyone else tries to pick Deano up or take him out of sight-line of Eileen and he screams bloody murder. But Dean hoists his nephew up and ambles toward the shoreline and the little guy doesn’t even squirm.

“Do you think he knows,” Sam asks, squinting against the sun at the figure of his brother standing, ankles in the surf with Dean cradled to his side, “that, like, he’s named after Dean or something?”

“Yes,” Eileen answers deadpan, opening a yogurt for Jo (who looks like she’s gonna need a nap immediately after eating). “I think that’s it. I think our eighteen-month-old son knows that Dean is his namesake and that’s what quiets whatever biological urge has him screaming his head off.”

“Strawberry!” Jo interjects, delighted, with yogurt more on her face than in her mouth.

“He’s always been good with kids,” Cas reasons.

When Sam turns, he finds that Cas is also peering down the slope of sand to where Dean is standing. The look on his face is so full of affection that it makes Sam think of years back, of that first pass at the apocalypse and how often he felt like he ought to give the angel and his brother some privacy.

“Yeah, I guess he has,” Sam says, mouth quirking up a little in thought.

All three watch (Jo is instead entirely engrossed in her snack) as Dean turns and heads back up toward their little encampment. As he gets about halfway back, they can see clearly that Dean has fallen asleep in his arms.

“Guess he was tired,” Dean says with a soft grin, hunching down to lay the toddler on a towel stretched under their umbrella. Once he’s certain his nephew is comfortable and settled, he drops gracelessly to the sand in front of Cas’s chair, leaning back between the former-angel’s legs. Cas rolls his eyes but his face is still fond and broken open, and he immediately starts combing his fingers through Dean’s hair.

“He’s just so good for you,” Sam says. “So calm.” And then, because he may be forty-seven but he’ll always be a little brother, adds, “You’re getting sunburned.”

There’s a small shuffle then, as Cas digs out the sunscreen and makes a pouting Dean lean forward so he can reapply it along his shoulders and the back of his neck. While getting tended to, Dean says, “He’s calm for me because he knows you trust me.”

Sam looks up at that, confused, and then to Eileen. The smile she’s hiding behind a magazine implies that she has already figured as much. “What?”

“Yeah. Like. It’s like with Colt. She was a nervous wreck when we first got her, right? Only behaved for me and Cas. But she was good for you right away, because she saw that me and Cas trusted you, so she knew that she could trust you.”

“My son’s a little more complicated than your dog,” Sam argues.

“Whatever you say, Sammy.”

Cas plants a hat on Dean’s head then which leads to a goodnatured back and forth bickering (“Because it’s a dad hat, Cas.” “I wear one.” “Yeah, well, it looks good on you. You can pull off ‘goofy’.”). Meanwhile, Sam looks over at his son, sound asleep -- his son who hasn’t napped for anyone other than Eileen this whole trip. And then he watches as Jo takes her water bottle over to Cas, climbs into his lap, and asks if he’ll watch a video with her (her usual pre-nap routine).

There was a time, his own childhood, when all Sam had was Dean. The only person he knew to trust in the whole world was his brother. Their network has grown since then, and Sam thinks if there’s some instinctual trust he’s passing on to his kids, something in the blood that tells them they’re as safe with Dean and with Cas and with Jack and Claire as they are with their own parents... Well, maybe that’s not so bad.

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12 Days of Ho - Day 6

Tendou: 78 Prompt: “Holy shit! That thing is huge!”

Requested by: @akutaen Warnings: Mild time skip spoiler (location). This is fluff! (oh and if you know the movie reference pls let me know!)

A snowflake hits your nose, making you reach up with your gloved hand to cover your mouth and nose to breathe some warmth onto yourself. It’s only been snowing for a few hours, but a substantial amount has begun to pile on the ground around you and Tendou. Normally, you might complain, however, since tonight is the perfect night for seeing lights around Paris you don’t mind the light dusting coming down on you.

“Do you want my scarf?” Tendou asks, noticing your attempt at warming your face.

“Oh, no thank you. I just had snow on my face. I’m fine!”

“I told you to wear your own, now just take it.” He pulls off the navy blue scarf before wrapping it around your neck and face. In his haste to warm you, he wraps it too high covering your eyes.

“”Tori!” you giggle smacking his hands away from you. “I’d like to actually be able to see the lights and market!”

“My bad,” he chuckles letting the scarf go and allowing you to adjust it.

“Well, take me to this market you’ve been going on and on about for weeks!” He begins telling you about the market near the Eiffel Tower in long, animated, and exaggerated words paired with equally exciting hand gestures. You pay close attention to him, and how his eyes light up when talking about the things he can’t wait to show you.

“So many beautiful ornaments too!” He adds, taking your hand now he’s calmed down some. “Since you’re spending Christmas with me now you could send home your family some of the ornaments.”

A pang of guilt hits you at the mention of your family. You’d moved here with him months ago, but you still missed your loved ones. This would be the first time you wouldn’t be with them on the day of, but instead flying home to spend the new year with them instead as he does every year.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what I was saying.” You look up at him confused on how he knew. “Baby, I can read you more than you know.” He squeezes your hand once. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you tonight! We can get the BIGGEST Christmas tree they have to offer!”

“Oh, we don’t have to do that…” you mumble as he starts to drag you faster towards the market square where you can see the huge candy cane striped arc welcoming visitors into it. The lights all through the trees make the area look magical; and as cliche as you think it is, like a Hallmark Christmas movie.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, stopping Tendou and holding tight to his hand. “It’s so beautiful.”

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him. Kissing the top of your head he holds you there for a moment, taking in the sights and your reaction to the city he’s fallen in love with. “I’ve been waiting for you to see it since you got here. I wouldn’t want to share this with anyone else in the world, darling.”

“I love you,” you look up at him smiling down at you. “Thank you.”

“I love you,” he kisses your lips softly before you walk into the market together.

The different red and green stalls filled with decorations, crafts, and art of many kinds fascinates you. Some overgrown gingerbread men catch Tendou’s attention as he talks with the baker about them. Your eyes land on glass snowflake ornaments on the stall table next to the gingerbread men.

“Combien pour deux?” You ask for the price for two of the ornaments. She tells you and you hand her the cash, and she wraps them up and places them in a small bag for you. “Babe, look!” you take one out showing Tendou the beautiful snowflake ornament.

“That’s going to look amazing on the tree,” he smiles, kissing you softly. “I think it’s time we go pick one out! What do you think?”

“Show me the way,” you place the ornament safely back into your bag.

“Holy shit! That thing is huge!” Tendou all but screams at the tree vendor. “We’ll take it!”

“ ‘Tori, are you sure that will even fit in the apartment?” You look at the wide branches, the sheer height, and even the base wondering where the fuck you’ll even place this in the living room without moving furniture around. “We can look at smaller ones, ya know?”

“Do you not like this one?” The frown that graces his face is pitiful. There’s no way you can deny him this.

“No, I love it!” You fake a smile and kiss his cheek. “We’ll take this one! Can you have it delivered to our place tomorrow morning?” You know your passing french wouldn’t be able to cover this sentiment, and are happy to see Tendou translate for you.

You stand in the middle of your living room, as Tendou sets the tree up straight in it’s planter base since it still has roots. The idea of having to water your tree hadn’t crossed your mind, but now you worry it’ll die like your many other plants you’ve forgotten about over the years.

Tendou steps back, standing next to you. He takes your hand, his feeling a bit… sticky. “Looks great… a little full…. lotta sap!”

“Gross!” You squeal laughing and trying to shake his hand from yours. Between his grip, the sap, and his proximity to you you can’t manage to shake him off.

“I’m stuck to you like glue, baby!”

#12 days of Ho #tendou satori #satori tendou #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #satori tendou x reader #hq!! x reader #hq!!#hq!#hq #tendou fluff #tendou satori fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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candlelight27 · 3 years

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Chapter 6: This Mask That I've Become

Summary: Sylvain has been ignoring you since you met him. You had been in love with him since you met him. College is about to offer you a fresh start. New academic year, new life. You were ready to forget him. But fate seems to have other plans… (COLLEGE AU)

Series: Seeking Your Warmth If Only For A Day

Warnings: kissing in a church lol, tresspassing and etc... don't do that, kids

Pairings: Sylvain Jose Gautier x Female Reader

Word Count: 7065

AO3: This Mask That I’ve Become

A/N: Thanks to @galamixx again for being my beta! It's hard, I know lol so I appreciate it a lot!!!

I hope you like this chapter! It was a bit hard cause I'm going into unknown territory, but I hope you enjoy it either way. Comments, likes, whatever is really really appreciated! Thanks for sticking around with this!

My dearest Byleth,

Your letters brighten my days, otherwise dulled by duties. I must ask for your forgiveness again, since I couldn’t answer any text message yet. Seteth is trying to help me, but he’s not well versed in technology either. The world is moving way too quickly for us to catch up…

Please, keep updating me with the news of our dear students. I’m truly happy to see them thrive and prosper in the continuation of their studies. All those stories you tell me remind me of good times, already gone… Times I wish to never forget. It’s a gift of the Goddess to be able to see them again, even though I must stay in the shadows of this lonely cathedral.

I know we mustn’t be seen together, but I long to see you. Please, visit us soon. Seteth wants to have tea with you, too. He’s much more cheerful now that he’s sure Flayn is safe and sound whatever she wishes to do.

The real reason for this letter is to inform you that I arranged an archive to keep all of our memories safe. I know I refused your petition at first, but after long hours of deep thought, I came to the same conclusion as you. It’s our obligation to ensure the safety of the continent and everyone who lived here, and if we lose our memories, we wouldn’t be able to do it. And in case we die… others will take on our legacy. Hopefully, you’ll be able to take a look at them soon, so you can add any necessary information. I’ll send them as soon as they’re finished.

I’m doing as you instructed: I’m writing reports and so are the other Nabateans.

Thank you for your dedication, Byleth. I’ll always be here for you.

Yours sincerely,

Rhea.

Sylvain and you were next to each other, leaning over the table in your kitchen. Your gaze was fixed on the careful strokes of Rhea’s quill. Ingrid wasn’t home, so told her you’d invite Sylvain over to study and finish that project ‒ which you hadn’t touched in months, if you were being honest. Of course, it was just an excuse. Instead of doing homework, you were chatting and conspiring among opened books about matters not related at all with university. Who’d rather do that when you were living a real adventure?

As you went over the letter for an eleventh time, Sylvain called your name expectantly. He had a bright gleam in his eye that screamed trouble.

“Do you know what day it is next Friday?” He asked, a tilted smile on his lips.

“It’s the 21st,” You answered. You took the letter with your index finger and thumb, and slowly placed it back inside the envelope.

“Yes and no, my dear friend. It’s the founding day of the Kingdom of Faerghus”, Sylvain pointed out. You raised your eyebrows, questioning. You already knew that, just as every other student; that day marked the date when lessons were interrupted. Typically, there was a week more to hand over projects and other requirements to pass the subjects, so some students went right back home, yet others stayed behind in their dorms until they were completely finished.

“So what?” You asked.

The redhead breathed deeply as he prepared mentally for what was coming next. He felt the weight of your eyes on him. Were you judging him? No, you weren’t, he was well aware of that, but he couldn’t discard all those doubts that bombarded him at all times. He felt the guilt running through his veins and he was second guessing his next proposition.

“I’ve got a plan,” he managed to say at last. That charming façade of his that made him always get his way had faded away. You tilted your head, unable to make heads or tails of Sylvain and prompting him to explain himself. He cleared his throat and continued. “That evening, a special mass is going to be celebrated, just like every year. It’s the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek of those documents.”

“The perfect opportunity?” You exclaimed, eyes wide open. “Sylvain, it’s going to be crowded!”

“Yes! That way, nobody will notice we’re hiding in the old confessionary booth! You know they barely use it anyways. Then, we get out when everybody’s gone, we go to Rhea’s office, find the documents and run away as far as we can.”

You blinked, once, twice, thrice. Sylvain was impatient to hear your opinion. He was jolting his leg up and down out of nervousness as you bit your lips, deep in thought. He already knew you had said you were in this together, that you'd help him find the truth, yet those were just words, not acts. He needed your reassurance once again, for deep inside his chest, against his wishes, he was expecting you to reject his idea, to ridicule him and leave him behind ‒ just like Miklan, like his parents. Because wasn’t that what always happened? He trusted someone, then they’d betray him for circumstances that he never could understand.

“Are you sure that’s not trespassing?” You frowned.

“Since it’s a religious building, I’m pretty sure it’s not,” he claimed. “There’s a right of devotion, or something like that.”

“You’ve thought of this carefully, haven’t you? It’s a solid plan.” You nod slowly. Solid and stupid. It could work, but it entailed a great risk.

“It is,” Sylvain said. His heart was pounding fast in his chest, waiting for your objections.

“What if somebody catches us?”

“We’ll say we forgot something”, he posed. “My phone, your purse, whatever.”

“Seteth won’t buy it”, you argued.

“But it’s me who you’re going with,” he pointed to his own face. “He’ll just think we’re there to bang. He’ll lecture us and won’t think about it further. My reputation precedes me, after all.”

“Okay, fine”, you yielded easily. “In for a penny, in for a pound.” You stretched your arms, thinking about what you were getting into. However, for some indefinite reason, you weren’t worried about it. You were more worried about him.

Sylvain was relieved but, as always, uneasy with his own actions. Was he asking too much of you? Was he pushing your limits? It was hard to act all cool and mighty around you when he could barely control his own feelings and the messy train of thought that always accompanied him.

“I’ll drive us there,” Sylvain commented when he noticed he had been silent for a while. Even though you nodded and tried to smile, you were worried about Sylvain. You noticed him getting lost in his own thoughts, and it was worse that he had the horrible habit of never telling anyone what tortured him inside. Despite wanting to ease him, you couldn’t do anything but reassure him that the plan will go well. Executing it was the only thing left to do now.

Sylvain double parked right in front of your building. He was well dressed to go to the Cathedral, with a white button-up, dress pants and boots. His parents might be there, after all, and he didn’t want to piss them off. Sylvain tapped the wheel with his fingers. It was too early, but he couldn’t wait at home — He was restless, so he had driven to distract himself. Still, that didn’t make him calmer, so he was restless in front of your window instead.

Impatient and anxious, Sylvain grabbed his phone out of his pocket and wrote a message. There was a reason for his uneasiness: he was going to ask you out. Or he was going to reiterate his love for you and see where things would go from there.

Torn between his own actions, his happiness, and if it might make this whole timeline shenanigan more confusing for you, he couldn’t fall asleep and instead dwelled on it for hours. Something had to change. Pitying himself and being a hollow piece of shit to almost everyone only deepened the wound in his soul. He plucked up the courage and decided he’d do things the right way from then on. And, first, he had to confess to you a couple of things ‒ a sort of declaration of intent.

Sylvain wouldn't ask Ingrid for advice, because she would think this is another one of his dating escapades. She never takes him seriously. Dimitri always understood him, but was clueless. So was Felix, who would be even more unwilling to help. Claude would give him the best piece of advice, but he refused asking the Almyran out of pride. And he was sure Dorothea would tell him to fuck off. So he had only one option. His usual first option, because she knew him like the palm of her hand and always spoke her mind: Mercedes.

Sylvain 15:10 : Mercedes, pls, help me ☹

Mercedes 15:10 : What’s wrong, Sylvain?

Mercedes answered almost immediately. Her attention eased his nerves. Sylvain looked at his watch; he had about twenty minutes left until you’d meet him and sort out his agitation.

Sylvain 15:11 : It’s about you-know-who

Sylvain 15:11 : I need your advice

Mercedes 15:11 : You-know-who finally confessed?

Sylvain 15:12 : No, but I might?

He had finally worded it. A weight lifted off his shoulders. Mercedes would know if it was madness or in fact it would work, right?

Mercedes 15:12 : What are your true intentions?

Sylvain 15:12 : I think I’m in love, for real

Mercedes 15:13 : Oh dear

Mercedes 15:13 : At first I thought you weren’t that serious

He could hear the voice of Mercedes exclaiming, as he had for years. He wasn’t surprised. How many times has he toyed with the idea of love only to discard it? And he had never ever been serious with anyone. If somebody showed the littlest interest in him, he’d dismiss that person and do terrible things to them before they’d do them to him.

Mercedes 15:13 : I told her to be careful around you because you play with women’s feelings

Sylvain 15:13 : I’m not angry, can’t blame you for speaking the truth

Sylvain 15:14 : But you’re the worst wingman ever, tbh

Sylvain 15:14 : Still love you tho <3

Mercedes 15:14 : There is something positive!

Mercedes 15:14 : You-know-who hasn’t run away yet! You two grew closer instead! Most would have run away!

Mercedes 15:15 : I think that’s a good sign

Mercedes 15:15 : She might be in love with you, even if she doesn’t know it

Sylvain 15:16 : I don’t like that might. I’d rather to be sure about it

Mercedes 15:16 : Just remember doubts are natural, but you must persist

Mercedes 15:16 : It’s now or never, confess your love!

Mercedes 15:17 : And don’t play with her feelings, please

Sylvain 15:17 : I know it’s hard to believe, Mercie, but I’m serious

Mercedes 15:18 : Sothis has answered my prayers then 😊

Sylvain 15:18 : Or Byleth. The professor paired us on that damned project.

Mercedes 15:18 : I have to go now. I’ll answer later. Write to me if you need it, ok?

Sylvain 15:19 : Ok, see you! Thanks, Mercedes

He appreciated Mercedes’ honesty. However, she had given Sylvain another headache, for the devout girl had reminded him of something else. He hadn’t gone out with a girl in months. He had uninstalled all his dating apps – which weren’t exactly for dating, obviously, but flings. Even so, years of being a bastard had to catch up with him at some point, and he guessed it’d be soon enough.

A knock on the window of the car startled him. It was you, with a radiant smile.

“You’ve come early!”, he greeted you as he opened the window. Unknowingly, Sylvain hid his mobile phone. “Get in.”

You went around the car, which looked new, but not extravagantly expensive, and opened the door.

“You’re the one who is early!”, you said, fastening your seatbelt. “Did I have you waiting for too long?”

“Not at all!” Sylvain brushed it off.

“I saw your car through the window, that’s why I came earlier”, you smiled.

Without further ado, he started the engine and thus began your two-hour journey to the biggest cathedral in Fódlan, and your old highschool.

The nearer you were to Garreg Mach, where you practically lived for years – excluding holidays, of course, when you’d visit your family – the more mountains and nature you’d see through the windows.

Sylvain was suspiciously quiet yet again.

“I thought Dimitri would be coming with us?” You asked to spark a conversation against the unbearable silence.

“He’s going to spend all the break with his father in Faerghus after the mass, so he’s not returning to college afterwards,” Sylvain explained nonchalantly. “Besides, he doesn’t like when others drive. Just an odd habit of his.”

“What about you?” You asked. “How come you aren’t going to Faerghus afterwards too? You’ve finished all your papers.”

“Nah”, he shrugged. “My relationship with my family… is rocky. So I’ll be staying behind until our university closes and I finish all my excuses.”

“I thought Miklan was gone for a long while.”

“Well, it’s not just Miklan...” The redhead added. “My father is not interested in me and my whole being, but rather in my grades and my capacity of managing his businesses and his land. Oh, and he’s also-” Sylvain hesitated. He realized he usually doesn’t open up to others this fast. However, thinking about the past you two share, and how you’re always genuine to him despite everything he’s making you do, he continued. “My father is also constantly trying to auction off my hand to any bigwig’s daughter who might make a big investment for the family. It’s exhausting.”

“Sounds horrible. I’m sorry you have to deal with a family like that.” You commented sympathetically. You wanted to express your compassion, so you caressed his shoulder. However, Sylvain flinched in the slightest manner, which you noticed and retreated your hand.

“Remember those girls in the library long ago?” He wondered.

“Yes.”

“I met them in one of my father’s parties. Two fickle, capricious girls that wanted a good catch to get expensive gifts and an exciting roll in the hay.” His tone was harsh, and you saw his knuckles whiten over the wheel. Suddenly, he changed his register into a lighter one. “I forgot to tell you that Edelgard is going to be there with Dimitri. She usually can’t attend, since Enbarr is too far away. Maybe she’s going to stay with Dimitri in Fhirdiad to… amend their relationship. Who knows. And Hubert will be surely there, being Edelgard’s shadow.”

“Ah, I see. Well, she is Dimitri’s step sister, after all, they ought to be on good terms,” You commented.

“Isn’t she your friend?”

“Not exactly. Well, not like Dorothea. We get along, but we haven’t met that much outside the classroom.” You answered.

“I see.” He nodded slightly.

You took advantage of your position in the co-pilot seat and observed him. His soft hair, dark red in the roots and orangey where the light caressed it, the shape of his straight nose and his outlined jaw... He was objectively handsome. The actions of those girls Sylvain talked about were despicable, but it wasn’t hard to imagine that they thought they had won the lottery: this man was rich, handsome, friendly and extremely seductive. However, they had miscalculated the situation, because they had not been the first nor the last ones to try, and they didn’t know Sylvain hated playing that game.

It saddened you, that he had to live that. But it saddened you even deeper in your heart that you didn’t know what to expect. Nothing could assure you that Sylvain would get over his ex-lovers and stalkers. And yes, you liked him – some would assure you were in love with him – but would you be able to pursue a romantic relationship? Especially in this situation?

Ingrid had voiced her opinion a lot of times: you shouldn’t try it. You knew that whatever you did, she was going to support you, but she had her reservations. Mercedes was wary as well. The only dissonant view was Dorothea’s.

Dorothea had gone to a date with Sylvain back in high school and she concluded he was a pig. You had heard so, sat in your desk right behind hers as she was telling the story to Edelgard. Despite that, Dorothea and Sylvain became allies of some sort – which made you jealous until you finally befriended the star of the Garreg Mach choir. It might have been the common nature of the gossip they both faced, or the fact that most of the high-end parties they attended were frequented by the same dull people. It didn’t matter what it was, but, although Dorothea restated constantly that Sylvain was nauseating, her attitude towards him had changed. It lit a small hope within your heart that your friend, who usually despised a lot of men of his kind, was encouraging you.

“Give him a chance!”, she exclaimed one day while you were having lunch with her and Petra. “I feel it in my gut! You’re made for each other.” Petra agreed, although she didn’t know either of you that much.

Yet, what made you different from all those girls Sylvain hated? That unexplained deep connection? Because, other than that, nobody could tell if your love was more authentic than theirs. You weren’t even sure yourself. Did you like him because he was a pretty face, or because you actually were in love? It was hard to tell.

As if Dorothea had read your mind and your hesitation, your phone vibrated.

Dorothea 15:53 : GO FOR THE KILL

Dorothea 15:53 : Make him suffer a little bit before falling into his arms tho

Dorothea 15:53 : AND tell me ALL the juicy details afterwards 😉

“What’s wrong?” Sylvain glanced over at you with a chuckle.

“What?”

“You just snorted!” He laughed.

“Oh, just Dorothea wishing us good luck,” You tried to sound nonchalant, but you weren’t as good as him. He laughed.

“Is she telling you to avoid me like I’m a pest?”

“Something like that…” You lied.

It didn’t matter from which angle you observed it; the Cathedral had always been impressive. The clear stone, bathed in the sunrays, seemed to be pure gold, resplendent in its holiness. The place stirred like a hive with the confluence of people, most of whom you knew. A nostalgic sensation washed over you.

“Could you wait here?” Sylvain asked, moving his head around and narrowing his eyes to figure out the identity of the people around you. “I have to go greet my parents.” He clarified.

“Do you want to go alone?”

“Yes”, he scratched the back of his head. “I’m sure you’ll meet them one day,” He winked, “but not today.”

The redhead faded into the crowd, while you waited in the courtyard right before the hall. You didn’t know what to do, so you sat over one of the low walls. You saw a patch of blonde hair, but you weren’t sure if it was Dimitri, so you didn’t move. Meanwhile, you recognised many of the passers-by, as they were family of your own classmates, but you doubted they’d remember you.

A deep voice called your name from the shadows of a nearby tree. You looked at the source of the sound.

“Hubert?” You blinked several times. That was a surprise.

“Indeed. I’m here to accompany Edelgard. What are you doing here?”, he asked. “I was certain that you didn’t like going to mass, and you have to ties with the Kingdom of Faerghus.”

“I’ve come with Sylvain”, you answered. Hubert’s eerie, yellow eyes were fixed on you, disturbing you.

“I see,” he commented. A small grimace that resembled a smile formed on his lips.

“He’ll come in a moment”, you forced a smile. You didn’t dislike Hubert, but he had an extraordinary ability to put your nerves on edge.

“I wanted to thank you for that favour,” he commented efficiently.

“That thing?”, you made an ‘o’ with your lips. “No need to thank me, Hubert. We’re… friends?”

“I prefer the term strategic partners”, he nodded.

“Okay, that name is fine too.”

“The reason I’m here is that I must inform you that the heir of the Gautier is engaged”, he said with solemnity.

“Excuse me?” Your little world shattered into pieces, broken. What the fuck was Hubert talking about?

“A month ago, his parents engaged him with one of the daughters of Mr. Rowe. Since you’re rather close with him, I thought you should know it.”

“... I see.”, you muttered, still shocked, trying to remain composure.

“I must go now,” he said, but he didn’t move. “I apologise for being the harbinger of bad news.”

“No need to worry, I just was surprised. See you around”, you waved at him, indicating that you’d be okay. Hubbert made a bow and vanished.

That was an unexpected turn of events. Your heartbeat was loud and fast, and you did your best to quickly blink away tears so that no one would notice. Despite the doubts, the second thoughts and all the things against you, you had thought you’d be in control whether you ended up with Sylvain or not. However, just like the rest of your life, it seemed that you were trapped in a book somebody else was writing. And now, in the place where your crush had begun, any hope you harboured had disappeared, just like a flame put out with a bucket of cold water.

You opened and closed your eyes rapidly to make the tears disappear and stood up. You breathed in and out in slow movements. Your body began relaxing.

Where was Sylvain? There was almost nobody else outside. The mass would begin in almost five minutes. He must have been talking with his parents, if what Hubert said was true. How were you in such a deep mess?

As if your thoughts had summoned him, Sylvain appeared from the lateral of the cathedral.

“Hey! You ready?” He sprang to you.

“Yes,” You tried to cover your face. You couldn’t let him see you in vulnerability.

“Okay, remember the plan.” He leaned into you, lowering his voice. “We sit on the back row, and 10 minutes before the end we get out. Then, we enter through the left door and hide in the confessionary booth. You go in first, then I follow you 3 minutes apart.”

You nodded and walked into the cathedral. You couldn’t look at him in the eyes. It was going to be a long evening.

The confessional booth was dark inside. There was a separation between the two parts that composed it, so the space was reduced. You sat on the wooden bench, thankful that it didn’t crack at all.

Sylvain had been right: nobody saw you. The confessionary itself, with an entry in the back, blocked the view of the lateral door to any onlooker that could have been there. On the other hand, you could see the people sitting in the left wing of the building through the lattice in a very convenient way. It was an excellent place to hide. The pulpit was far away, yet the voice of Archbishop Rhea was heard everywhere.

In spite of your relative security, this had to be by far the worst idea you had ever agreed on. Everything seemed doomed in that moment. You were sure in that moment that you’d get caught or expelled. You wanted to run away.

But right then, the back door silently opened and Sylvain entered the scene.

Sylvain’s wide shoulders almost didn’t fit through the entrance. You tried to move around to make some space for him, but it was in vain. You were thankful for the shadows, because your cheeks were growing redder and redder by the moment as his presence became more and more noticeable.

You didn’t know how exactly, but you ended up with your legs over his lap, your shoulders touching and your faces way too close for your liking. At least right then, when Hubert’s words were still fresh in your mind.

The choir started singing a tune, which indicated that the mass was approaching its end. Such pure voices were inappropriate for that moment you were sharing with Sylvain.

“I swear this was bigger before...” Sylvain whispered in your ear. It made your hair stand on end.

“Yes, when we were confessing, being 12 and younger, and being alone. Now it’s even more tiny because someone decided to have the both of us in here.” You grunted back, careful of not being heard.

His breath caressed your face, and his warmth radiated from his clothes. He was too comfortable, and you felt like you could be cuddled like this forever, while at the same time you wanted to run away from his touch. It occurred to you that he might have been a sorcerer, and that he had put you in an unavoidable spell. How else would all these feelings be so intense? It couldn’t be just love, right?

“I have something to tell you,” Sylvain said, but he wasn’t looking at you.

Was he going to tell you that he was engaged? Your breathing was erratic once more. You couldn’t flee, much to your dismay.

“What is it?”

“I…”, he cut himself.

“You…?” You were suspenseful, but you weren’t sure for what. Disappointment? Elation? Sylvain turned his head and fixed his pupils on yours.

“Be my girlfriend.” He managed to speak. You had no words. The world was definitely laughing at your face. “I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me. So why not? Isn’t it the logical thing to do?”

“It’s not that easy, Sylvain, despite how much I wish it was.” You sighed, at a loss for better words.

“Why not?” He pressed.

His heart dropped and a thousand thoughts rushed into his mind. He wanted to scream. How could he dare to think someone would genuinely love him? He got hurt, as it always happened. He shouldn’t have let his walls down, not even for you. He shouldn’t seek love, he shouldn’t have bothered. Everytime he considered himself worthy of love, the world around him would start crashing down. ‘You’re set yourself up for failure’, Sylvain kept repeating to himself. That’s what his father always told him when things didn’t turn out well. His father had been right. He was a failure. Even when his intentions were pure, he had already tainted his future. There was no redemption for him, right?

You picked up on the rising panic on Sylvain’s face, and you felt guilt inside your chest.

“I’m scared,” you said, trying to justify yourself. You believed it was the moment to be sincere. “I’m scared that you’re lying to use me. Or that you’d just get bored and throw me away.”

“I’d never do that to you,” he said, horrified by the fact that you wouldn’t accept he was telling the truth. “You’re not like the-”. He interrupted himself. “I see it now. I won’t stop repeating the same sentence, right? Now nobody will believe me.” Sylvain covered his face with his hand. “I cried the wolf way too many times…” He mutters.

“There’s something else,” you whispered.

“Just say it. It’s not gonna get worse at this point.” Sylvain chuckled somberly.

“You’re engaged.”

“It’s not something I chose. And it’s definitely not something I’m happy about.” He stated. Your words felt like a knife on Sylvain’s skin. “I didn’t want to tell you because I thought I’d get my parents to break the engagement first, but it’s taking longer than I’d expected.”

Out of the blue, Sylvain placed his hands around your face.

“Will you be my girlfriend? You didn’t say no. You know that I wouldn’t willingly propose to a girl when you are right here by my side. You haven’t seen me with another girl, have you?” He assured, a tinge of desperation in his voice.

“I don’t want to say no,” you answered, confused. “But- Sylvain, we’re doomed. We’re not meant to be.”

“I don’t care about fate. Does that mean you’d give me a chance?” His eyes were intense, hard and, all the same, warm and comforting, with the colour of liquid caramel. Sylvain threw all his doubts away for once, just wanting to be with you. You were one of the only things keeping him happy.

“I don’t know… Sylvain, I-”

“If you tell me I’ve still got a chance, I’m not going to give up. I love you.” He announced seriously. “Don’t get me wrong, if you really want me out of your life, I will do it, but otherwise…”

“This is a trap. How am I supposed to tell you looking at you in the eye that I don’t want to see you ever again?” You complained.

“I’m not a trickster, but I’m not gonna let you go either. I’ll have to convince you to be mine, then.”

“And how are you going to convince me?”, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I already did the hardest part, I made you fall for me.” he smirked.

With that, you couldn’t resist the invisible force pulling yourself to him anymore. You crashed your lips against his and sat astride his lap. It was easy; you had already done it before. Sylvain was amazed, but he was not one to lose an opportunity. He kissed you back. Unable to control himself, his hands grabbed your waist, but he didn’t let himself explore. He was unsure of what was happening, but he was glad he’d got to taste your lips a second time.

You pressed your chest against his torso, while trying to hug him closer. His lips were soft and firm, his movements decided, and he knew what he wanted. Sylvain took advantage of a pause you took for breathing and let his tongue slide in. He was voracious and greedy in his attentions, and he did not let a single speck of your mouth untouched.

You were starting to feel dizzy and wanted much more, but you stopped.

“Everybody should be gone by now,” you muttered, his mouth still pressed to yours. He was panting, and you could guess what was on his mind – you could feel his excitement rising in his lap, after all.

“What was that for?”

“I felt like it.” you lovingly took off a lock of his hair from his forehead. “I’m not going to give you my heart just like that, but I swear to the Goddess, I can’t resist you.”

“Well, I’m not going to complain if you do it again, you know.” he smirked, releasing you from his grip. “After all, we have to make up for lost time.” He grabbed your wrist before letting you go completely, and lowered his tone. “But don’t get used to torturing me like this, or I’ll eventually lose my composure.”

“I’ll risk it,” you playfully answered while you distanced yourself.

You exited the booth without a single sound. The church was dark, since there was no light coming from the large windows anymore. The sun was gone. The place was creepy without a single source of brightness, and the stone was grey and cold.

Your steps followed Sylvain as he manoeuvred between the pews and towards the sets of stairs that led to the upper floor. You had not been there frequently, just once or twice to help Seteth move some books after class. Sylvain, however, knew the place like the palm of his hand due to Seteth’s insistence in correcting the mischievous redhead’s nature. Seteth never achieved his ambition, of course, but as a result, Sylvain could go to Rhea’s office with his eyes closed. And to Seteth’s one, to the cleaning supplies stall and many more rooms he had the pleasure to visit in his youth.

“Careful with the stairs, the stone is worn-out, and you can fall down”, Sylvain warned you.

There were bright coloured statues of the saints and Seiros splattered around, along with some old-looking tapestries that needed to wash. You couldn’t admire them for long, because before you could register that you were raiding the empty cathedral at 8 p.m., Sylvain had already stopped before a wooden door.

“It’s here”, he stated solemnly.

“Are you ready?”, you asked.

“More than ever”, he smiled and turned around the doorknob.

Of course, it was closed.

“Fuck”, he said.

“We should have expected that”, you rubbed your temple.

“Do you have a bobby pin?”

“Nope”, you hummed.

“Okay, time to go home I guess”, Sylvain suddenly laughed, and so did you. “It feels like we’ve gone crazy, right?”

“Oh my god, Sylvain, you thought about the confessional booth but it didn’t occur to you that the door might have been locked?”, you giggled.

“Shut up! You could have guessed it, too!”

“Four months ago I thought I’d never speak to you in my life, and look at us now”, you couldn’t help the laughs.

“What’s so fun?”, Seteth’s voice reverberated through the narrow corridor, shutting both your mouths at the same time.

He had appeared from a door right across you ‒ from his own office, you presumed. You were so nervous that you couldn’t say a word. It was surreal. Seteth didn’t look angry, he looked curious instead, something you weren’t used to. The years might have eased his nerves. But that fact didn’t make your position any easier.

“Look, Seteth, we’re not here for any funny business”, Sylvain defended himself and you. He stepped forwards out of habit.

“Because entering Lady Rhea’s office is not suspicious at all”, Seteth calmly replied.

“Okay, it seems suspicious. But it’s not what it seems,” he began scratching the back of his head. “I dragged her here and…”

You had relaxed enough to form coherent words. And you decided it was the moment to come out clean, because lies and secrets were just turning your life upside down. Furthermore, Seteth’s presence ignited an old feeling; the need to rely on a much more mature adult. You cut Sylvain’s words.

“Seteth, we’ve come here looking for some papers that belong to Lady Rhea”, you said loud and clear. “We were going to steal them.”

“What are you doing?” Sylvain asked incredulously.

“Seteth, we’ve been having the weirdest dreams”, you said. “And they won’t stop, to the point they seem real, like memories.” Seteth's disposition changed. He tensed, and his face paled. “We went to Byleth’s office and… we read a letter from the Archbishop. We know that those dreams happened, but we wanted to verify it and learn why everything’s happening. Otherwise, we’ll go mad.”

Seteth’s green eyes went from your figure to Sylvain’s and back to you again. It was visible that he was torn, choosing what to do. The older man sighed, defeated. He had lost from the beginning, because he couldn’t conceal his fear from such an unexpected accusation.

“It’s a long story”, Seteth said. “Come into my office and have some tea.”

He let you in the room, only lit with candles scattered around. You and Sylvain sat on a sofa that was behind the coffee table. Sylvain went to a desk filled with piles of papers, where there was an electric kettle and various wooden boxes.

“I’ve got ginger tea and a four-spice blend. There must be some sweet-apple blend too somewhere here, Flayn’s favourite”, Seteth offered.

“I don’t mind which one”, you said, smiling politely.

“We’ll have whatever you're having, Seteth”, answered Sylvain.

There was a prolonged silence. The only sounds were the boiling water of the kettle and Seteth rummaging in his drawers. A nice aroma of ginger slowly spread through the air.

The man of the church placed three teacups on the table and sat in the armchair right in front of you. You had never noticed, but Seteth was fit, way too much for a man of his profession. It made sense, though, when you remembered his expertise upon a wyvern.

“I’m sorry about the light. I never got around installing lamps, and I like the candles. They remind me of more familiar times…”, Seteth said as he poured you a cup of steaming tea. “Where should I begin?”, he inquired.

“Did those things really happen?”, Sylvain asked first.

“Yes”, Seteth nodded matter-of-factly. “All those memories you’ve recovered have happened in the past. Or… in our other lives, as I like to say.”

“Are those things going to happen again?”, it was your turn to ask, then. Seteth could sense the fear in your voice.

“We hope the war will never repeat itself”, he reassured you. “We don’t really know what the future has in store for us, but we’ve deemed it very unlikely. The events that have happened in this era are completely different from those in the past.”

“Who are ‘we’?” Said Sylvain. “If you don’t mind the questions…”

“The Nabateans,” Seteth answered dryly. He took a sip of his cup of tea. “I’m sure you remember, the Immaculate One back in the battle of Garreg Mach, right?”

“Some things are… vague for me”, Sylvain lamented, because you had told him the story a million of times, but he couldn’t recall the encounter.

“I remember it. It was Lady Rhea, right? I remember Edelgard telling us she was a monster controlling the continent from the shadows.” You explained.

“Yes… So-”

“Wait,” Sylvain interrupted Seteth. “Can you turn into a dragon?”

“Not me,” he denied. “It's been hundreds of years, but that’s not quite the topic of this conversation, is it?” The green-haired man reminded him.

“But how did it happen? How did we end up living so many lives?”, you interceded. “Why didn’t we… just die?”

“It’s Byleth’s doing”, Seteth replied. “Lady Rhea, back when Byleth was born in 1159, placed Sothis’ heart in his, hoping our mother would live again…”

“Sothis… the Goddess? She’s real?” Sylvain was dumbfounded. You looked at your cup of tea, then to Seteth, unable to articulate an answer. You were thankful for Seteth’s patience.

“Yes. This gave him great power, as he became one with the Goddess. Which granted Byleth as well the power of turning back the hands of time.”

“So he’s been turning back the time after the war of Fódlan?”, you exclaimed.

“Byleth wanted to save us all from the tragedy that devastated Fódlan. He kept turning back to the year 1180, yet one way or another, the string of events led to the same. So, at last, Byleth decided he needed to go way back, to the beginning of everything.” He paused, and saw your faces focused on every word that was escaping his mouth. He smiled to himself, remembering those times when you both were younger and listened to his lessons. Your faces might have changed, and your voices and bodies, but the eyes of his pupils were still the same. “Sothis, aware of the future, made her holy sacrifice to prevent Nemesis and his kind to take over. The history of Fódlan changed just enough to give us a rest...”

“So Byleth’s hair will be dark blue forever now?”, Sylvain asked.

“Yes. The professor is no longer the vessel of the Goddess,” Seteth clarified. “There are no longer any crests nor Hero’s relics. Therefore, technology has prospered, and your generation was born later ‒ although we don’t know exactly why this happened.” Seteth paused to sip his tea and hear your questions, but all the information had left you and Sylvain dumbfounded. Therefore, he continued his speech, somewhat relieved that he could finally tell a human all these burdens. “Flayn used to cry a lot, weeping about your absence,” he tenderly recalled. “Lady Rhea and I were sad too. We’ve been through a lot, all of us, after all…”

“I have another question, Seteth…”, Sylvain started. He was in deep thought, just like you. “Why is it that we’ve got our memories back?”

“I honestly have no idea…”, Seteth shook his head from side to side. “It could be because of your previous relationship. Back in the Officers Academy you were on... extremely good terms, as far as I know, so when I was your teacher in this high school it surprised me that you two never coincided. However, you’ve found your way next to each other, so perhaps some things are meant to be…” The older man trailed off, but continued. “Well, I don’t know. I know for us, the kin of Sothis, it’s probably due to our blood. For humans… it’s harder to tell.”

You looked at Sylvain from the corner of your eye, but you didn’t dare to face the ginger.

“Isn’t this a big secret?” you questions, amazed that Seteth ‒ and no other than Seteth himself ‒ was confiding to you such details.

“Yes, it is”, Seteth confirmed, narrowing his eyes.

“Why are you telling us, then?”

“Because, as I said, I appreciate you. Both of you. We’ve fought side by side, you’ve rescued Flayn numerous times”, he crossed his arms over his chest again. “Sylvain risked his life for Flayn numerous times, while you were also close to Byleth. It’s unnatural not to trust you...” Then, Seteth spoke once more. “But I must request that this reunion stays between us. Please. We don’t want any resentment to be born in such a peaceful time as this is. And I’ve broken so many rules right now that I’m frankly scared of what might happen.”

“Okay, we won’t say anything, Seteth”, you nodded. “I promise.”

“You have our word”, Sylvain accepted.

“Not even… Rhea or Byleth. If you don’t mind, this never happened.” Seteth touched his beard.

“Wait, Seteth, I still have Professor Byleth’s letter”, you said, worried. “He must have noticed it went missing…”

“Don’t worry about that, Byleth is a disaster. He came by this morning, I’ll tell him he dropped it and that he should be more careful”, Seteth smiled.

“Thank you, Seteth. For real”, Sylvain said. And you saw for the first time in his eyes the lightest shadow of hope.

#sylvain x reader #fe3h #fe3h fanfic #sylvain jose gautier x reader #female reader #reader insert #sylvain jose gautier #fire emblem three houses fanfiction #fire emblem three houses

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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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Congrats on 1k! Can I request a thing with Diluc with either prompt 32, 53, or 55 pls? You pick but just something with one of those please?? 💖💖 congratulations again!!!

Diluc Ragnvindr

Prompt 32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Prompt 53: “I waited for you... so don’t you dare say I never waited!”

Notes: 🥺🥺 thank uu— but bro- do you rlly want to make me cry ;;w;; Hope ya’ll like it!

Warning: ANGST :3

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You were slowly getting terrified, in every step you take, the closer you get to the tavern. You don’t know why you felt like this but you knew something will happen tonight. Amber has her hand on your arm, preventing you to run away.

When you entered the tavern, you knew immediately why you have this dreadful feeling inside you. Your eyes interlock with a pair of ruby eyes. You curse mentally when you noticed his eyes widening a bit.

Amber didn’t notice as she drags you to a table. She started to talk about her adventures outside of Mondstadt. You could hardly listen to her when you keep feeling someone staring at the back of your head.

You jump when someone placed a drink in front of you. “Here’s your drinks.” You didn’t dare to look up to look at him. “Oh! Thanks, master Diluc!” Amber said cheerfully, not noticing your discomfort.

He kept his stare at you throughout the evening. You guessed that he is finding a perfect opportunity to confront you. So you tried hardest to not let that happen.

But you couldn’t predict that Diluc would ask your friend, Amber, to let him talk to you. Amber, being her cheerful and oblivious self, said yes. You cursed at her mentally as you begrudgingly followed him.

You didn’t exactly tell Amber what happened between you and Diluc. So maybe it’s your fault for not telling her. No matter whose fault it is, he has you trapped on the wall with his arms on either side of you.

You gulped when you nervously look away. “You and I have something to discuss, right, [Y/N]?” He began. You could still feel his gaze on your face, very intently if I may add. You gulp as you nodded.

“Why’d you run away that time?” Diluc asked, cutting to the chase immediately. Your eyes snapped at him, eyes widening. “Isn’t that a normal reaction?” “I’m sure not. Who in their right minds would run away right after confessing their love to another person?” Diluc sighed while closing his eyes.

He ran his hand through his hair. He opens his eyes again to stare at you. “So, that begs the question of, why did you run away?” You look at the ground below you. “Who wouldn’t run away when you made that surprised face? You look so angry when I confess.”

He blinks before tilting his head. “I did?” You nodded. He sighed. “Maybe it’s because I’m still confused at that time.” Your eyes shot up to meet his own. Your mind became a jumbled mess when you connected the dots.

“W-What do you mean.. by that?” Diluc then lets out a strained smile. “What I’m saying is... I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Your eyes widened at his confession then tears started pouring out of your eyes.

You should’ve felt happy that your love was requited, but yet, it made your heart break even more. You let your hands grab his arms and head on his chest. “W-Why..? Why now..?” You whispered as tears continued pouring out of your eyes.

Diluc eyes became half-lidded as his smile turned into a frown. “As much as this is embarrassing, I just came in terms with it recently.” You shake your head. “N-No! Can’t you see..”

You look up at with tear stain on your cheeks and eyes red and puffy. Your next words made Diluc’s heart break. “I’m with Kaeya now.”

He looks away with a hard look on his face. He stayed silent for a while before.. “why him?” You wiped your tears with your hands. “B-Because—“ “Because you couldn’t wait for me? Is that it?” Diluc cuts you off.

“The reason why you and... that man, became a thing because you can’t wait for me?! Is that it—?!” SLAP

Diluc’s eyes were wide as saucers when he felt a stinging feeling on his cheek. He slowly looks at you. You wore a angry, tear-stricken face. Your hands were in a fist. “You... you..” You said quietly before looking at him with so much anger.

“I waited for you... for so long... so don’t you dare say I never waited!” You screamed at him. He was speechless at first before reaching out his hand towards to you. “[Y/N-]” “Forget it.” You said angrily as you started to walk away from you.

“I wish I never met you, Diluc.” You mumbled as you disappeared inside the tavern. Diluc stared at where you disappear from. He looks at the ground before placing his gloved-hands on his face.

What have he done..?

#this feels rushed ;;w;;#sorry-#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact diluc x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #lily’s 1k milestone event

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maverick-werewolf · 3 years

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HELLO YES I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER A DELUXE WHUMP STARTER PACK WITH JOHN PLS. Punch him in the ribs. Kick him in the knee. Beat him with a shoe! Cut him on the face! Tell him 'I hate you.' Make it HURT. And... um... if it's not too much trouble could you add a little epilogue revealing that it was a tickle fight or something silly like that all along because I'm sorry John I'm SO SORRY IT HURT ME JUST TO WRITE THIS OH GOD. But if you don't wanna do it that's totally fine though! 😘

Oh this is VERY fun, thank you! I had a blast writing this! <3

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He was turning – mutating. Again.

The moment he’d woken up, it was so bad he already had a damn tail and three huge, clawed fingers and a carapace on his head. The meager clothes he had fallen asleep in, casual wear for moseying around on the ship, were all but in shreds.

John crashed out of bed in a panic, a guttural growl turning into a freakish hiss in his throat as he scrambled to his feet and toward the door. Why had he turned? He was taking the suppressants like they told him— this shouldn’t be happening, it couldn’t be happening.

First he found Rivers in the halls. Padding up behind him, John tried to speak, but all that came out was a wretched growl like something out of hell. Rivers turned, saw him, his eyes went wide— and he punched him. Maybe he had been aiming for his face, but it only came up to his ribs. Probably hurt him more than it hurt John, given his spiked carapace, but Rivers didn’t let it show.

Physically, anyway. John still cringed and recoiled, a decent amount of breath knocked from his lungs, but he still tried again to speak – but it still didn’t work.

“Get away from me!” Rivers shouted, kicking in his direction – it hit him in the knee, hard enough to make him snarl, but still not enough to do any real damage.

Then Rivers turned and ran. He took off down the halls, yelling for help. John ducked his head low and watched him go.

Next, John went to Henry. Henry would always help him – he was his best friend. Even when he couldn’t count on anyone else, for some reason he always knew he could count on Henry.

But when the door to Henry’s quarters slid open, Henry freaked out. Instantly. And of all things, he turned and hit John with a shoe he’d had in his hand. He hit him again and again, like he was trying to ward off some crazed killer. John put up an arm to block all the blows, blinking and giving off some kind of chittering purr instead of actual words.

“God, why do you always come to me!?” Henry shrieked, his voice a cracking mess of terror and hatred, dropping the shoe and retreating deeper into his room. “I hate it, I hate you!”

A horrid, deep, low moan like some giant dying animal filled the room, and it took a second before John realized that was him. He ducked his head even lower than before and turned, tail lashing in distress as he retreated back out into the hall.

Henry had never spoken to him that way before. Even in all their ribbing, even when they argued, even when they were shouting in each other’s faces about whatever, he’d never done anything like that.

In the hall, he found Andrea. But when he came up behind her and tried to speak, she whirled on him like someone ready for combat, a knife in her hand. And she cut him clean across the face, somehow piercing even the carapace – and he cried out, his voice a distorted sound like the roaring wail of a monster that had eaten a human still alive and screaming inside of it.

Then he woke up. Violently.

Jostling awake, he opened his eyes to find himself twisted in his own sweaty sheets. A tiny murring sort of noise alerted him to the presence of Henry’s black cat with her perfect white chest spot, who was in bed with him, her yellow eyes staring in alarm. His face stung a touch from where her claws had caught on his skin.

Slowly sitting up, John noticed the door to his room stood wide open. And Henry was there, dressed in his day-to-day uniform, apparently having barged into John’s room at some point while he was asleep.

“Sheesh, do you always flail around like some tortured movie character?” Henry sniped, snatching up his frightened cat and cradling her in his arms. The cat promptly started purring like a motor. “You scared her half to death. She was just trying to lick your face. If she scratched you it’s your fault.”

John didn’t speak. He swallowed loudly and sat up a little straighter – at least until he bent forward to bury his face in his hands.

“Um,” Henry started, but he hesitated the moment he did, shifting on the bed near him. “It’s not like you to oversleep, Atlas. You know we were supposed to be in a shuttle fifteen minutes ago. I thought you military types were always on time or you get bullwhipped or something.”

John didn’t move.

“Atlas,” Henry prompted again at length, “are… you okay?”

Finally, running his fingers through his eternally unruly hair of spikes, John sat up and took a deep breath, looking Henry in the face. And there was his best friend, staring at him in concern, curious cat in his arms.

Managing a lopsided hint of a smile, John rasped, “Yeah… Yeah, buddy. I’m fine.”

#asks #oc asks #ajestice #John Atlas #Henry Darrow #Song of the Stars #Nova Refuge #whump #writing #original fiction #original writing #sci-fi #fiction #my writing

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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Okay I'm super sorry if I'm requesting too many things but I was listening to holiday music while driving home from work yesterday and was suddenly struck by the need for some chaotic holiday/winter shenanigans with the boyz, if that's okay? Reader involvement isn't necessary! Pretty please and thank you sooo much ❤❤❤ -🌻

You’re not requesting too many things don’t worry Sunny!!! I literally owe you everything for half the fics I’ve written in the past year so there’s no way I could refuse, also this is what the drabble game is for!! I hope you enjoy this half-baked bullshit LMAO

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(don’t think I've mentioned it but all of these text aus are in the same universe lol)

(also this ended up not being as holiday-ish as you probably wanted.... SORRY)

Title: Holiday Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just the boyz being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing

quick clarification:

papi: sangyeon

angel: jacob

moon scribblez: kevin

new kid: chanhee

starbucks tissues: changmin

sundae: sunwoo

bread: younghoon

the better hyun: hyunjae

the better jae: eric

professional rollerblader: juyeon

foodie: haknyeon

new kid: I'm going to commit murder

sundae: who’s he making empty threats about this time

new kid: IT’S NOT AN EMPTY THREAT

moon scribblez: who wants to hear about the cockroach that fucking crawled out of my mop today!!

papi: pls don’t tlalk about it I was scarred for life

moon scribblez: IT’S YOUR TUTORING CENTER IT’S Y O U R FAULT WE HAVE A COCKROACH INFESTATION

papi: it’s not an infestation Kevin

new kid: is no one going to pay attention to my murder

angel: I will! but I won’t be an accessory

moon scribblez: I BEG TO FUCKING DIFFER

moon scribblez: THAT THING WAS HUGE IT WAS MORE LIKE A SPIDER JFC

new kid: I love you jacob

moon scribblez: IF I SHAKE THE FUCKING MOP TODAY AND COCKROACHES CRAWL OUT I’M QUITTING MY FUCKING JOB

angel: love you too <3

sundae: /barfs/

papi: #1 sunwoo just bc you’re allergic to emotion doesn’t mean the rest of us are

papi: some of us are capable of love

new kid: JI CHANGMIN ISN’T

papi: #2 I don’t own the center I'm just the center director therefore I do not take responsibility for any possible infestations we may have

starbucks tissues: I heard my name :D

new kid: sTOP FUCKING TERRIFYING ME WHEN I’M JUST TRYING TO WORK

new kid: IT’S ALMOST C H R I S T M A S HALLOWEEN IS G O N E

papi: therefore take it up with the owners @ moon scribblez

starbucks tissues: but it’s always halloween :(

moon scribblez: I TOOK THE MOP TO THE SINK

moon scribblez: PUT IT THERE AND TURNED ON THE FAUCET

moon scribblez: A FUCKING BROWN SPIDER-LOOKING COCKROACH BITCH ASS C R A WL E D OUT

moon scribblez: AND YOU WON’T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY??????????

papi: I just deal with the parents and the kids not bugs

new kid: it is NOT ALWAYS FUCKING HALLOWEEN

new kid: IF YOU WANT TO CELEBRATE

new kid: CELBRATE C RH SI T MA S

moon scribblez: time to pin it on ella

starbucks tissues: :(

sundae: now look what you’ve done chanhee

sundae: you’ve made him sad

new kid: I GOT TERRIFIED BY A NUN MASK AND YOU CARE ABOUT IF H E’ S SAD????????????????

starbucks tissues: :(

angel: I think I'm going to head out

angel: I don’t think even I can heal this rift

moon scribblez: well if jacob’s out I'm out

moon scribblez: I have a solution to my problems

papi: just don’t get me involved

moon scribblez: no promises !

starbucks tissues: I can scare ella if you want kevin :)

moon scribblez: YES FUCKING PLEASE

papi: I'm going to get fired

moon scribblez: maybe so :D

new kid: no one cares about my problems I see

new kid: everyone hates me

sundae: ya it’s bc you’re the new kid

new kid: I exist only for pain

bread: so hyunjin told me to tell changmin to stop using various horror movie masks to terrify him at work

starbucks tissues: so out of work is fair game?

bread: idk he didn’t specify

bread: probably

starbucks tissues: :D

the better hyun: oh what the fuck this shit isn’t normal

the better hyun: it’s impossible for someone to be so cute but so terrifying

starbucks tissues: I'll take that as a compliment :D

the better hyun: it isn’t but whatever makes you happy ig

the better jae: changmin

the better jae: I only ask that you leave the nun mask and chucky doll at home when we have our christmas party

starbucks tissues: well that’s no fun :(

bread: changmin I'm sorry but your idea of fun is very different from ours

bread: Jacob back me up

angel: I'm sorry changmin but he’s right :(

starbucks tissues: :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

the better hyun: by the way for the party

the better hyun: who’s doing what???????

the better jae: I'm bringing the xbox!!

foodie: I'm bringing cookies !

papi: I'm cooking with Kevin and juyeon

professional rollerblader: yes it’s going to be fun

professional rollerblader: Kevin says he’s going to make a cheesecake

the better jae: can I save a piece for jisung??

moon scribblez: if we don’t eat all of it

new kid: why

new kid: why did I just hear screaming from the tutoring center

moon scribblez: oH MY GOD SANGYEON

professional rollerblader: TAHT WAS GLORIOUS

sundae: what happened

foodie: why do you only show up for chaos

sundae: I only exist for chaos nothing else is worth my time

the better jae: fair enough

angel: what happened? I thought I saw someone fall ??

angel: but I'm across the walkway so idk :(

angel: is everyone all right?

papi: I think I have a concussion

moon scribblez: oh please you just fell off a tiny stepladder

professional rollerblader: can’t believe sangyeon just fell off a stepladder trying to put up a fucking Christmas stocking

papi: I hate christmas

papi: I hate everything

moon scribblez: the kids are laughing

moon scribblez: I think I'm going to bust a lung

papi: my dignity has been stripped and I no longer want to live

the better hyun: wait juyeon why are you even there

the better hyun: you don’t even tutor

foodie: ‘does she even go here’

the better jae: ‘does she even go here’

foodie: ERIC

the better jae: HAK

sundae: oh wow amazing their brain cells conjoined into one single coherent thought and of course it had to be a mean girls reference

starbucks: how did this start out with younghoon telling me to stop scaring hyunjin at work

bread: honestly I don’t know

moon scribblez: winter break is upon us

moon scribblez: and I can now bask in the fact that I don’t have to teach spoiled rich assholes basic math for two whole weeks !

papi: speak for yourself

moon scribblez: your fault for being center director

angel: I hate to agree with Kevin and be mean but you really did bring that upon yourself sangyeon

papi: want death

professional rollerblader: no don’t die! we need your food for the party tomorrow

papi: can’t believe all you care about is my food not even me

sundae: did you expect anything different

papi: on a regular basis no

papi: but it’s the holiday season

new kid: holidays are a social construct made to force us into the world of capitalism and giving our money to fat fucking corporations like amazon

starbucks tissues: if I could give Jeff Bezos a heart attack with my nun mask I would

new kid: that’s the only use of that mask that I approve of

starbucks tissues: turn around

the better jae: was that

the better jae: was that new

bread: I don't think I've ever heard chanhee scream that loud

foodie: I’m at the food court and I heard that what the fuck

foodie: the build a bear is like all the way down the mall what the fuck

starbucks tissues: :)

bread: I think that scream rivaled changmin’s dolphin levels

sundae: brb still dying of laughter

sundae: I'm so happy I caught that on video

new kid: Kim sunwoo

new kid: don’t you fucking dare

sunwoo: [ 1 video attached ]

new kid: someone’s dying tonight

professional rollerblader: I can’t believe I missed this I'm so mad

foodie: I think the fake Santa Claus looking over in abject horror just adds to it

starbucks tissues: ^^^

new kid: someone’s dying tonight

angel: there there

angel: no one’s dying tonight

new kid: someone IS

new kid: AND NOT EVEN JACOB CAN STOP ME

the better jae: bet changmin’s mask can

new kid: I'm ripping that fucking mask to shreds

starbucks tissues: :(

bread: now he’s hugging the fucking mask like it’s his baby

bread: [ 1 image attached ]

the better hyun: as I have said before

the better hyun: it is not normal for someone to look that cute while holding a fucking horror movie mask

papi: I've come to accept that none of you are normal

papi: I think it’s best for your sanity to accept that too

moon scribblez: I'm so late but I'm also rolling on the floor with laughter

papi: can confirm he’s actually on the floor

papi: Kevin you give our center a bad name

moon scribblez: I deadass do not care

moon scribblez: you gave me ashley today so I'm giving you chaos

moon scribblez: suck it <3

angel: she can’t be that bad?????????

moon scribblez: Jacob I know you’re an angel

moon scribblez: but you don’t understand

angel: I guess I don’t :/

foodie: I'm going into a food coma!

foodie: don’t attempt to contact me for the next twenty four hours peace <3

sundae: we wouldn’t have in the first place

foodie: :(

angel: sunwoo don’t be mean :(

sundae: fine

sundae: sorry hak

foodie: :)

new kid: the power of one Jacob bae

starbucks tissues: he prevents wars with just his smile

bread: all hail the angel

the better jae: *bows*

angel: guys pls

moon scribblez: no they’re right

moon scribblez: he took me home last night when I was drunk off my ass

moon scribblez: a true angel

angel: guys pls I'm blushing :(

papi: can confirm ! I'm sitting next to him

papi: also he made me hangover soup so can confirm the angel bit too

professional rollerblader: honestly if Jacob wasn’t here we wouldn’t have survived last night

professional rollerblader: he de-escalated Mario kart

professional rollerblader: stayed sober

professional rollerblader: took people home

foodie: all hail Jacob bae

the better jae: I thought you were in a food coma?????

foodie: came back to pay my respects to our lord and savior Jacob bae

the better jae: ok valid

angel: g u y s

the better hyun: has this conversation just become an all hail Jacob bae conversation

moon scribblez: do you want to fucking argue about it

the better hyun: no on the contrary

the better hyun: I'm joining

the better hyun: alL HAIL JACOB BAE

papi: amen

moon scribblez: aMen

professional rollerblader: a fucking men

angel: I'm going to start crying guys pls

new kid: NO DON’T CRY

starbucks tissues: Jacob don’t cry :(((((((((

angel: you guys are so sweet I can’t not cry

papi: I'm hugging him now no more crying

the better jae: two bros, chillin in a hot tub

the better jae: no feet apart bc they’re secure in their masculinity and love each other very much <3

moon scribblez: FIVE FEET APART BC THEY’RE NOT GAY

moon scribblez: fuck

the better jae: YOU RUINED IT

the better jae: yOU BITCH

professional rollerblader: didn’t Jacob call us sweet like one minute ago?

new kid: well he’s an angel he sees the best in us

sundae: there’s no best in you bitch

new kid: oh fuck you

bread: great way to end the holiday season ig

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haljathefangirlcat · 3 years

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Okay, pls tell me about this: "heartfic au"

As you MAY have already guessed ;) it’s a fic inspired by @janiedean’s beautiful ASOIAF heartfics.

For those unaware: one day, an anon suggested Janie write an ASOIAF fanfic set in an AU where, after suffering too much pain and trauma, people’s hearts (represented by glowing spheres of light) may crack and bleed and, eventually, spontaneously disappear from their owners’ chest to reappear wherever their soulmate is. Said soulmate then takes care of the heart, trying to heal its wounds and/or stop its bleeding, until they’re finally able to give it back. And then, ofc, romance and (more) hurt/comfort ensue. I think the initial prompt was JB, because iirc that’s what the first heartfic was? But Janie also wrote similar fics about other ships, like Davos and his wife getting Stannis’ heart or Sansa getting Sandor’s.

Janie has said on a couple of occasion that she’s fine with other people using the same concept, since it was that anon who came up with it. I decided to write Arthurian fic about it because the whole idea was just screaming GALAHAD/MORDRED!!!! over and over at me.

Basic plot is “kid!Galahad gets a cracked, bleeding heart and figures it’s that of a damsel in distress he will have to save one day because ofc, he’s Miracle Boy and everything, but oh no, all the ballads say brave noble knights marry the damsels in distress whose hearts they heal, and he has to stay Pure to find the Grail!! ... but hey, maybe they can be just friends?? Then he grows up, goes to Camelot, starts this weird friendship (?) with Mordred as the two Local Subtly (Or Not So Subtly) Ostracized Awkward Prophesized Bastards Of Very Important People, and realizes it was never about a damsel at all. Cue DRAMA on both sides (”WAIT HOW DOES IT WORK DOES THIS MAKE IT BETTER OR WORSE I MEAN CAN WE HAVE LIKE A PLATONIC VIRILE FRIENDSHIP OR DO WE HAVE TO --” “OH GREAT I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH EVEN FOR MY GD SOULMATE NOW” and a bunch of other stuff) until Galahad leaves on the Grail Quest and experiences a lot of horrible shit until his own heart goes to Mordred to protect itself, proving they truly ARE meant to be together and prompting Galahad to refuse the Grail and ascending to Heaven (after a lot more internal turmoil, probably) so he can come back to him.”

Here’s a peek from a scene I’m particularly proud of:

As it turns out, he wasn’t lying.

Mordred can’t deny it as he stares at the thing Galahad took out of the chest under his bed, the thing that was in the leather pouch, the thing wrapped in wool like it was fragile and precious. The thing in Galahad’s hands, held gently, shivering like a branch in the wind, glowing like live coals, pulsating – no, not pulsating, beating.

The void in his chest longs for it, aches for it, covets it. No. No, it’s more than that. It’s not just desire but a need, a hunger. It makes him helpless before it, pulls him towards it like a riptide, and it’s all he can do to struggle against it and resist it, holding his arms rigid by his sides and not moving an inch from his position.

«It’s yours,» Galahad say, uselessly, and he opens and closes his mouth and lowers his gaze like he doesn’t know what else to say.

«Yes. It’s mine,» Mordred replies, just as uselessly. Then, after a moment, he adds: «Those are even my colors.» More because he’s just noticed than for any other reason. His bewildered tone probably makes his words sound even more foolish. But he won’t blame himself for that too much, not right now, because the first thing he noticed was the redness – the blood. The splotches of blood and the many, ragged scars. Hard to notice anything else, after seeing that.

His heart is an ugly thing. That’s not surprising, at all, but he chokes back bitter laughter all the same.

Galahad’s head whips back up at the sound, and he looks startled and a bit confused. «Uh. Ah, yes, that’s true. I hadn’t thought… or, mh, noticed…» He stops, frowning.

Right then, a thought strikes him like a slap across the face, part hope and part dread and entirely stupid. «Gaheris has silver and purple in his arms, too.» Mordred hesitates and bites his lip, feeling inexplicably like a child about to confide some secret that’s at once all too important and too silly to be exposed, and then continues: «Not only that, but the silver reminds me of Orkney’s sea in winter… and that purple, of a flower that blooms sometimes on the heaths near the sea. My brothers and I all used to play on the coast as boys. They already did it long before I was even born.» Another pause. «As for the flower, I think we all picked it for our mother at least once.» And now, its color is dirtied and muddled by bloodstains.

Galahad shakes his head. «I’ve never thought too much about what the colors might mean. But I’ve also never felt like it could belong to any of your brothers.» There’s a light flush on his cheeks, now, a thin note of something that’s almost stubbornness in his voice. Mordred is aware that he could use that to tease him.

He doesn’t feel like teasing him. «Still… how can you be so certain?»

Galahad blinks and then stares him right in the eye, and suddenly his chest is tight, full of something that itches and stings and prickles under the other man’s calm, blue gaze. «Aren’t you? Don’t you feel it’s your heart?»

He does. He does, and that’s just the problem. The itch grows more intense, more unbearable with every moment he keeps his mouth shut to avoid answering. He drops his gaze to the thing that’s still in Galahad’s hands, the thing that’s calling to him and only him and seems to be beating faster and brighter the more he looks at it and does nothing else, almost like it’s yelling at him in its own way for making it wait so long.

«What if I don’t want it,» he says, and his voice sounds rough and weak to his own ears.

«Why wouldn’t you want it?» Galahad asks that like he honestly can’t think of any reason why, like this is the first time anyone in the whole world has ever said anything like what Mordred, not-so-secret bastard prince and prophesized kingslayer and kinslayer of Camelot, has just said. Maybe it is. He’s pretty sure he’s never heard any songs about any beleaguered damsel who simply told the dashing hero at the foot of her dreary tower, oh no, my good sir, you may keep it, I was fine without it and I will not need it anytime soon.

But Mordred is not a vulnerable maiden or locked up against his will and at the mercy of a cruel brother or uncle or eagerly waiting to be rescued since he was half his current height, so he steels himself and tries again: «What if I’m just fine the way I am now? What if I don’t need it, after all? I’ve spent years not feeling anything, I’m used to it.»

He looks up in time to catch the flash of naked hurt that crosses Galahad’s fine features, briefly replacing startled incredulity before it turns into barely concealed worry. «Are you sure?» Then, he seems to really think about it… and the fingers of his right hand start stroking the thing, lightly and unthinkingly. «I… I can imagine something has happened that you may not want to remember. Maybe you’ve felt things you don’t want to feel again. But is this really better? Would you really keep living like this?»

The spark of anger mixed with spite that flares up in his gut – at Galahad’s questioning and his assumptions that he can imagine and that he knows what living like this is like, those soft caresses that feel so impossibly familiar and intimate when at most they should be irritating or even disturbing in their presumptuousness, the way he feels himself ache for entirely new reasons – tempts him to say that yes, he would, and yes, this is better. It has to be. Has to be better than this ridiculous, confusing, terrible mess that Galahad’s dragged him into. Had he never come to Camelot, or least, had he never come to him with truths that sounded like bad jokes and his honest, open gaze and their stupidly engaging arguments and the quiet evenings spent together hiding away from everyone else and…

«Aren’t there things you’d like to feel? For your family, or your friends, or…»

Mordred sighs. There were lots of things, back when he had first given up his heart and spent his every waking moment wishing to get it back somehow. That was years ago, though, and after some time had passed and he had finally figured out that wishing never helped with anything, all of them had started to seem less desirable, less important… just, less. They didn’t matter anymore, and so he didn’t want them then and doesn’t want them now. And yet… it seems foolish to even think about it, like he’s slipping back into stale old fantasies and half-forgotten, senseless hopes, but… maybe there are a couple of new things, now.

He sighs again, this time trying for a slightly exasperated but mostly careless tone, and holds his hands out in front of him as soon as he’s sure they’ve stopped shaking. He swallows and says: «Alright, I think I’ll give it a try. But know that I might just throw it out again and then you’ll be stuck with it.» He tells himself that he’s not afraid. He is, of course, but he’s such a convincing liar, he knows he can convince himself. It can’t be too hard, right?

Galahad grimaces, and that’s not too encouraging, even if he’s quick to school his features before he slowly, almost gingerly reaches his hands out to him, too. Mordred has half a mind to snap at him and say, look, I was only jesting, I’m not saying you’ll really have to keep it or that I’d care if you left it on the wayside or threw it into a well, but then he worries that the bile might blend with actual pity and so he says nothing except for: «How am I supposed to do this, then?» The songs, of course, skip the boring technical details.

Galahad fits the glowing sphere between his palms like he’s putting a newborn into the cradle, touches his fingers to make them curl over it as if he’s afraid he’ll drop it. The sphere is light as a breath, yet somehow solid, and warm like a living thing… which it truly is, all things considered, although that thought still feels a little absurd. Galahad’s skin is warm, too. «I’m not sure,» Galahad admits. «I’ve… never done this before.»

«Yeah, well, neither have I.»

#wip meme #my fic #otp: whether sinner or saint #lordhellebore #ask

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love101imagines · 4 years

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Look after you

(sinan | imagine)

Request: Heyyy can I pls request an imagine for Sinan and the reader where maybe the reader lives in an abusive household and when they start dating he notices it and stands up for her ? Maybe he doesn’t let her go back to that house again ? From the prompt list no. 29 and 34. Btw I love all your writings💗 !!

prompts used: 29. Where did you get those bruises? 34. I’m used to it, don’t worry.

tag: @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

trigger warning! : mention of abuse and bruises.

You walked into class, doing your best to ignore the stares from your fellow classmates and Miss Billy and made your way to your seat next to Eda. As you dropped your bag, you could already hear the whispers from the others and the longing stare coming from Sinan.

“You’re late again (Y/N), did you have something more entertaining to do to?” Miss Billy called you out, probably more curious about the dark purple bruise on your cheekbone that contrasted with the rest of your skin than the reason why you arrived late to her English class.

You shrugged. “Actually, yes I did.”

Your teacher rolled her eyes and carried on with the lesson. You didn’t want anything else but to lie down and sleep, but you knew better than to worry your friends and boyfriend and started taking notes.

“What happened to your face?” Kerem asked once you started writing down what was on the board.

You acted as normal as possible, not giving it much thought. “I tripped yesterday and fell down some stairs.”

Işik gasped. “That must have hurt so much, what are you doing here? You should be in the hospital.”

You sighed and gave her a small smile to show you were alright. “Işik, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal, It’s my fault because I’m clumsy.”

“It doesn’t look very well.” Osman pointed out.

“You have a scar on your nose too, right here.” Eda said touching the bridge of your nose slightly.

Even though she had a really touched it, you grimaced and moved your face away. “I already took some pills earlier, I said I’m fine.” You said smiling again to try to stop the conversation.

“Then why were you late?” Sinan asked and your expression faltered for a second once you locked eyes with him.

Instead of shrugging your shoulders, which would have been suspicious, you decided to tell the truth, or more like a part of it.

“My dad’s car didn’t work so I had to walk here.”

You forgot to add that your father found out that yesterday when he meant to go out to the market at night, and that when he found out he had taken it out with you and ordered you to go and buy some groceries. You did that, and also bought some painkillers.

You also forgot to mention that you had actually arrived late because you tried to put makeup on the bruise to hide it but ended up feeling worse than before, and you had to clean both your parents and your older brother’s room.

“You don’t have a second floor on your house.”

“What?”

“I said you don’t have a second floor on your house, how could you have tripped down some stairs?” Sinan continued.

You knew he was doing it because he was your boyfriend and he was concerned for you but you were too annoyed to care. “I fell when I went to visit my grandma after school and then I went to the hospital but they said I didn’t have anything wrong and that I could go home. Do you need something else or are you finished acting like a fucking doctor?” You snapped and blocked out what the others said even though they were silent and continued writing down your notes.

You didn’t go to school the next day and Sinan was worried. He waited for you at the gates but still, when you didn’t arrive, he decided to take matters in his own hands.

However, when he went to school the following day, he found you already in the hall talking to Eda with your hair wet from the rain and an umbrella next to you.

“Hi! Eda was just telling me you found out Burcu had a boyfriend. We should figure out what to do.” You greeted him with a smile as you heard a thunder outside.

“Why didn’t you come to school yesterday?” He asked as the three of you walked to the classroom. You were slower than usual, looking for something on your bag.

“Her grandmother is sick Sinan, don’t bother her so much.” Eda whispered to him after elbowing him in his ribs.

You caught up with them and Sinan pretended not having said anything as he watched you closely while you tied your jacket around your waist.

Once you were in music class after convincing Işik to help you get rid of Burcu’s boyfriend, you loosened your jacket in discomfort as breathing made the new bruises in your ribs hurt even more. Nevertheless, you felt uneasy as you were sure that Sinan was staring at everything you did while you sat in front of him with Eda and Işik.

When class finished, you moved slowly trying to hold your side as casual as possible as you looked at Tuncay from the window.

“He’s here to pick her up. How romantic!” Eda spoke up.

“I think it’s beautiful. We shouldn’t mess it up.” Işik argued.

You furrowed your brows, trying to tell if there was any swelling under your shirt. “He might be faking it. Maybe he wants to control everything she does.”

“You don’t understand it (Y/N), you should see what a beautiful gesture it is.” Işik said as you kept looking at the man standing under the rain.

You wanted to make another remark at her idea of beautiful but stopped once you felt the pain increase and you instinctively touched your left side with your fingertips and stopped talking.

“I’ll show you what’s beautiful.” Sinan replies taking off his tie.

You turned confused as he started to take off his jacket leaving him only in his black shirt. “Sinan?”

“What’s up?”

“What’s he doing?”

“Where are you going man?”

He didn’t answer and left the room. Before you knew it, you were seeing him outside in the pouring rain chatting with Tuncay.

“What’s he up to?” Kerem said.

“He’s going to freeze to death.” You replied frustrated making your way to the chair where he had left his jacket and to your bag where you had your sweater.

The others continued talking as you pulled your sweater over your head, suffering in silence since you weren’t able to do such a simple task without grimacing because of the pain.

You made your way downstairs when Sinan approached you soaking wet with a jacket which was also dripping. The others were watching Burcu leave with Tuncay as you opened your umbrella and handed him your jacket.

“Give me that and take this one.” He shook his head as he stood under your umbrella and held it himself higher. “Sinan, listen to me. I have a sweater and you’ll fell worse if you wear that.”

You pushed your jacket into his chest until he had no choice but to wear it as you held Tuncay’s jacket. Eda, Kerem, Işik and Osman lead the way to Sinan’s house as you two made your way behind them with his arm around your waist as you two were under your small umbrella.

“That was so dumb to do.” You said as you heard his teeth clatter because of the cold.

He only rolled his eyes. “They had to see that he’s an asshole and he doesn’t care about anyone else. I thought you believed the same.” He said after a while trying to get you to smile, squeezing your side lightly.

“Ow!”

You bit your lip harshly since he had squeezed directly, without knowing of course, on your bruised rib. You flinched slightly, which he noticed as well and changed his whole demeanor.

“Are you hurt?” He asked stopping abruptly while the others continued walking.

You were also shaking because of the cold, something that your sweater couldn’t help you with since it was made of very thin cloth.

“Of course not, what are you talking about?” You said hugging yourself moving out of his embrace.

“You just screamed and flinched and I barely touched you.” He spoke up making your friends’ head turn to you two once they noticed you had stopped walking.

You moved away and looked everywhere but him in annoyance. “That’s not true Sinan, you are too harsh sometimes and you are seeing things where they aren’t any.”

You kept walking until you were next to Osman and Kerem and didn’t look back at Sinan who stood confused with your umbrella.

Once you arrived at his house, he changed his clothes while you sat down on one of the chairs and leaned into the cushion.

“Which part don’t you get? He only gave him the jacket after she showed up.”

“But he gave it at the end, didn’t he? He’s a good person.”

“He should have done it sooner. When he did it at the end he only did it to impress Burcu.” You said taking off your soaking sweater with difficulty.

“Why don’t you look at (Y/N), Işik? She didn’t doubt to give Sinan her jacket and share her umbrella and now she’s freezing too.” Kerem said handing you your bag to leave your sweater inside.

“What a nice gesture to walk under the rain only wearing a sweater.” Sinan said sarcastically and you gave him a fake smile.

“You were wrong. I’m out” Işik answered holding her hands up. “Besides, I really don’t get why you did that, Sinan. And you are also being too mean to (Y/N) and she only...”

“Işik.” You quickly interrupted her.

You ignored the look he gave you and crossed your legs which were shivering. He took a gulp of his flask and even though you didn’t want to admit it, you were concerned for him.

“You two okay?” Eda asked.

You nodded taking you wet hair out of your face and he only scoffed.

“The guy’s anemic. He’ll drop dead any second.” Kerem replied.

“At least you don’t look that bad.” Osman said to you and you chuckled before feeling a sharp pain.

“You would feel better if you hadn’t given me your jacket.” Sinan said making you scowl.

“No one would notice if you died, you know? Except your girlfriend.” Eda commented as he stared at you. “What happens when you’re sick? Your mom’s not here and (Y/N) doesn’t live close. Who takes care of you?”

“Why? Do you get sick to get your mom’s attention?” He answered.

Işik stood up. “Sinan, I’ll make you two a soup.”

You refused immediately “I don’t need it.”

Sinan made his way over her and grabbed her arm to stop her. “No, I don’t want it either.”

“Why not? And you and (Y/N) need medicine too.”

“I said I don’t want it. Sit down.”

They continued to argue until Osman separated them and you opened your bag. “I have ibuprofen, here.” You said standing up and going to where he was.

“Why do you have that on your bag?” He insisted and you only sighed.

“Just take it Sinan, you are going to have a fever if you don’t. Do you want me to force it down your throat or not?”

After a few seconds he took it and relaxed a bit. “I’ll give you a clean sweater, you’re shaking.”

You two went to his bedroom where he started looking for a sweater on his cupboard. He handed you one which had a hole on one sleeve, not that you minded.

“Sorry it’s worn out.” He apologized once you put it on but you shrugged.

“It’s fine. It’s comfortable.” You replied and you two just stood there for a few seconds while you heard your friends’ voices outside.

“(Y/N), I...” He started as you pulled your still wet hair into a ponytail.

“I have to go, my parents wanted me to arrive early.” You said giving him a smile which didn’t reach your eyes.

“I’ll walk you home.” He offered even though you were quick to turn him down shaking your head.

“Thanks but my parents don’t know I have a boyfriend. If they see me with a boy they’ll freak out. I’ll take the bus. See you tomorrow.” You said quickly giving him a peek on the cheek before leaving him dumbfounded.

The following day you were prepared for the worst case scenario with an oversized coat, a scarf and a soup you and Işik had made. Sinan did the same he had done the day before, except this time Kemal did give him his jacket, proving that he was a better match for Burcu.

“You see the difference? Good seems bad. Bad seems good. The greatest treachery of this world. All those kind acts cover up the filth. Those you call rude are the truly good ones, and that’s why the good ones always lose against the bad ones. This world is so fucked up.” He said shivering more than the day before.

Sinan sat down on the couch next to you wearing the coat you had brought and immediately you covered him with a blanket.

“I made you a cup of tea.” You said as he holded you close to him. You smiled softly at him and held his hand under the blanket to give him warmth.

After Işik forced him to drink the soup you two made and you agreed to make sure Burcu left Tuncay, you friends left leaving you with your boyfriend.

You picked up the cushions and the bottles of beer left on the floor when Sinan stood up and stopped you.

“I can do it, it’s fine.”

“Sinan, I’m not the one who is with a cold. You should go to bed now.”

He pulled the blanket closer to him, taking the cup of tea you had made to the kitchen. As he left it on the sink, you dropped you head to his shoulder.

“Can I stay here tonight? My parents think I’m at a sleepover.” You asked quietly as you interlocked your fingers with his.

Sinan felt a blush on his cheeks, even though he did his best to hide it.

“Of course you can.”

You went to his room where he collapsed in his bed while you went to the bathroom and changed into some sweatpants when you noticed you were still wearing his sweater since that morning.

“I forgot to gave you back this, here.” You said at the end of his bed taking off his sweater leaving you with a white shirt.

It rolled up but you quickly covered yourself, trying to hide the bruises, but you knew that Sinan had seen them as he sat up in a moment.

“Where did you get those bruises?”

You stood speechless without moving as he got up and moved towards you. “What?” You asked walking backwards.

“I just saw them, who did that to you?” He said with a frown on his face.

You looked at the floor trying not to panick. “I walked into a table...”

“That’s a fucking lie.” He interrupted you as you went outside the room into the hall. “You always say it’s an accident but you’re lying. Did you punch yourself in the nose two weeks ago? Or what about that time you came to school with a busted lip because you had tripped? Or when...”

“Ow, stop a minute.” You said feeling a new sharp pain which made you stop what you were doing and hold your side pursuing your lips.

His anger disappeared and all you could see was his concern. “What’s wrong? Do you need anything?”

“Ice.” You answered closing your eyes sitting down on the bed.

Once you opened them, you saw Sinan handing you a beer covered in a towel. “It’s the closest I have.”

You nodded, and when you seemed recovered he sighed and leaned against the wall behind him. “Tell me the truth.”

You felt your hands shaking, but you did your best to stay calm and come clean. “They’re from home, we’re not having a good time. I’m used to it, don’t worry.”

That only seemed to anger him more. “You’re used to it? What are you talking about?”

“My mom did this.” You snapped looking at him. “She was angry that I had forgotten my jacket at your house and pushed me against our car’s door. Are you happy now?”

You didn’t wait for him to answer as you stood up and opened the beer he had given you.

“You need to report them.”

You almost dropped the beer in disbelief but knew that he was dead serious with the look he was giving you.

“You want me to report my whole family just because they had a shitty day and took it out with me?”

“Just because they had a shitty day? They are abusing you and you can’t even notice, how can you not see that?” Sinan said raising his voice as he tried to make you understand.

You shook your head and grabbed your bag. “I can leave my family, what I’m I supposed to do? Where I’m I going to leave? Sinan, forget I said anything. I’m going home.”

He stood in front of you blocking your way. You only rolled your eyes trying to push him but he wouldn’t move. “Move Sinan.”

“I’m not letting you go back there.”

“Sinan!”

“They’ll just continue doing this to you and nothing will happen to them.”

You sat down on his couch and held you head between your hands. “I don’t care, there are more good days than bad ones.”

There was only silence between the two of you as he grabbed your beer and drank what was left of it. You noticed he was still shaking and sighed.

“Sinan, we should go to a hospital.”

“And tell them that you broke your ribs.”

“I didn’t break them and it’s for you we should go.” You argued.

He refused and went to his room, you following.

“I’m not going unless you come too and tell them what your family has been doing to you.”

“I can’t do that.” You said sitting on his bed.

He grabbed a blanket and a pillow and gave you one last look. “I’ll sleep on the couch until you change your mind.”

You couldn’t sleep anything. As the first rays of sun came from the window, you walked over to where Sinan slept on the couch and brushed his hair out of his face. However, you noticed something was off.

“Sinan! Wake up, you’re burning up.” You shook him as he slowly woke up.

“What?” He asked rolling to his side.

“You have a fever, a bad one. I don’t know what to do. I told you to take the medicine.” You panicked but deep down you knew what to do. “We have to go to a hospital.”

“No.” He said harshly, droplets of sweat covering his forehead.

“Please Sinan, I’m begging you to go right now.” You said kneeling down next to him.

He only turned away from you. He was shivering too much and clutched the blanket as hard as possible, and the memories from last night came all of a sudden to you which made you act.

“Fine, I’ll go too. I’ll tell them about the bruises and my ribs and my parents and my brother and everything but please, come with me.”

He rubbed his eyes as his teeth clattered, watching your eyes which were filling with tears.

“Alright, let’s go.” He weakly replied.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced. “This is all my fault, shit.”

He took a deep breath and started walking with you, making sure he didn’t touch you where you possibly had a broken rib. “It isn’t. This is the right thing to do.”

You two made your way to the closest hospital and went in direction of the ER. Once you reached a nurse, with the energy he had left he nudged you forward.

“You first.” He said and you nodded slowly trembling slightly.

That’s how you ended up sitting on a hospital stretcher with Sinan holding your hand and a nurse asking you questions.

“Honey, how did you do this? Do you play any sport?” She asked touching slightly with her fingertips the swollen skin.

You shook your head digging your nails into your palms as Sinan rubbed your back soothingly.

“Where are your parents? I need their signature to do an X-ray and see if you broke any ribs.” She asked kindly.

“I can sign it.” You answered.

“We need their approval if you have a rib fracture and your lung collapses or leads to bleeding in your chest. In that case, we’ll need to insert a tube into your chest to reinflate the lung or drain the blood.”

“(Y/N), you can do it.” Sinan told you.

You felt a tear slid down your cheek and you wiped it as you took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to cry into Sinan’s chest. “They did this.”

Next thing you knew, Sinan was out cold on the floor with doctors surrounding him to help and you were writing down your address and you aunt and grandmother’s number to let them know that they had to come to the hospital and that your parents and brother were going to be interrogated at the nearby police station.

“How is (Y/N)? I heard she is going to stay with her aunt who also lives here. She called me and said that the trial is in two weeks.” Işik asked Sinan as he ate the soup she had brought him.

He looked down the hall where his room was. “She’s still sleeping, I didn’t have the heart to wake her up.”

She smiled softly. “You did the right thing. And we should have noticed sooner.” He still didn’t seem convinced enough, so she sighed. “Sinan, it’s not your fault and it isn’t hers either.”

After she left, you woke up to see Sinan laying down next to you. You pressed your palm against his forehead and he smiled.

“They said I was better. How are you?”

You brushed his hair out of his face. He held your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “I’m better now. My aunt works a lot but she’s nice. She wants to meet you.”

“That’s old fashioned.” He replied.

You chuckled, and for the first time in the week, you didn’t feel any pain.

#love 101 #love101 #ask 101 #burcu #eda #kerem #osman #sinan #aşk 101 imagine #aşk101imagine #aşk 101 #aşk101 #ışik #sinanimagine #sinanxreader

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riotwritesthings · 4 years

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Oh pls pls PLS write #17 (trusting each other) for stony where Steve and Tony learn to trust each other after all their bad relationships in the past!

(Hello remember this prompt?! Sorry this took so dang long, I could not decide what I wanted to do for this prompt, finally settled on this. I hope you like it!!)

SteveTony, vague non-powered AU, 1.6k

"Everyone built the new exhibit up like it's the greatest thing in the world, but his old work was so much better, and..." Steve trails off, biting his lip, and when he glances up he’s a little surprised to find Tony watching him expectantly.

"Why was it better?" Tony asks, and he still has his tablet in his hands but the screen has gone dark. Tony’s attention is entirely focused on Steve, like he really wants to know Steve’s opinion on modern art, like he’s not thinking of telling Steve to just shut up and look pretty.

It takes a long couple seconds for Steve to get enough breath to actually say anything. “So, with the older stuff-“ He starts off hesitantly, but Tony smiles encouragingly, sets his tablet down on the couch beside him, and before he knows it Steve is ranting, hands waving.

Tony keeps listening happily until Steve’s has talked himself out, then lets Steve curl around him, put his head in Tony’s lap like he doesn’t have two feet and a couple dozen pounds on Tony. He just runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, wiggles the tablet out from under Steve’s shoulder and starts complaining about a problem he’s having with his code.

There’s a new photo in the tabloids, Steve smiling at a woman as he holds open the door for her, leaving the Met. Tony grins as he looks at it, because he loves seeing Steve so happy, so excited about something, and Tony can’t wait to hear all about it.

Tony looks up excitedly as the elevator doors slide open with a chime, Steve’s precious dumb smiling face coming into view. “How dare you smile at your agent, you hussy,” Tony cries, throwing the magazine across the room.

Steve laughs as it slaps him in the chest, picking it up to see the photo as he shakes his head sadly and says “I don’t know what my problem is.”

He looks back up at Tony with big sorrowful eyes, but Tony is already tired of this game, already across the room and throwing his arms around Steve’s shoulders to pull him into a kiss. It didn’t take long to figure out that the very idea of Steve cheating on him is laughable.

“So, don’t leave me waiting,” Tony says when they pull away from the kiss, smiling at the feeling of Steve’s strong arms wrapped oh so gently around his waist, “what’s got you so smiley?”

Steve’s face lights up again, smile taking over and before he knows it Tony is being spun in place, laughing and batting at Steve’s shoulders. “You’re never going to guess, it’s the best thing ever,” Steve says happily, completely ignoring Tony’s protests, and continues spinning in place as he tells Tony all about his new exhibit.

Tony’s stomach is in knots as he rides the elevator up to his penthouse. Steve has been waiting for him for hours at this point, if he’s even still there. Tony really won’t be surprised if Steve is long gone by now, but there’s a small part of him that’s still hoping.

When the doors slide open Tony is greeted by the sight of the lights still on and Steve sitting on the couch, one of his dumb non-digital books in his hands. Tony doesn’t even care if he gets yelled at now, he’s just so happy Steve is here.

“Hey,” Steve says, and the relieved smile on his face is so far from what Tony expected that for a second he forgets to breathe. Steve is oblivious, still smiling big and goofy as he crosses the room and wraps his arms around Tony. “Ugh, I was so worried,” Steve mutters into Tony’s neck, huge hands dragging up and down Tony’s back.

“I know I should have called,” Tony says, returning the hug a little hesitantly because he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop, “my phone died, and-“

Steve shushes him, lifting his head to pull Tony into a kiss that has him blinking in confusion. When Steve pulls away he rests their foreheads together with a happy sigh, and then says “it’s fine, Tony. I was just worried.” His smile is a little shy as he says “not like you to go radio silent, that’s all.”

“I wanted to call you,” Tony says without moving away, soft and sheepish. A little part of him still can’t believe that no one is screaming yet, that there are no wild accusations flying around. No demands to know where Tony’s been, who he’s been with, nothing. Just a relieved smile on Steve’s face like he’s been picturing Tony dead in a ditch ass opposed to the usual assumption of naked in someone else’s bed.

“Mm, I’m just happy you finally escaped your day of endless meetings,” Steve says, dropping sweet little kisses over Tony’s cheeks, across the bridge of his nose. He cups Tony’s face in his hands, fixes him with an incredibly serious look, and adds “I did order a pizza, but I ate the whole thing already.”

“It’s like you don’t love me at all!” Tony squawks, shoving weakly at his stomach while Steve just laughs and wraps around him tighter.

“Hey honey, can you do me a huge favor?” Tony asks as soon as Steve answers the phone, and he can hear how harried Tony is just by the sound of his voice.

“What do you need?” Steve asks instantly, already setting aside his sketch pad and climbing to his feet.

“Please tell you’re still lazing around on my couch where I left you,” Tony says and Steve looks around guiltily, because he definitely is. He just likes it at Tony’s place, likes how every inch of the lavish penthouse makes him think of Tony, likes that he can ask JARVIS for little updates on Tony’s day. Before Steve can actually say anything Tony caries on, like he knows exactly where Steve is, “I need you to go down to my lab and grab something that my dumbass forgot this morning. JARVIS knows where it is.”

“Yes, exactly where I tried to remind him it was this morning,” JARVIS chimes in to say and Steve fights down a laugh even as he shoots the ceiling a commiserating look.

”Are you two talking shit about me again?” Tony demands and Steve really does laugh as Tony rushes on to say “look scheme against me all you want as long as you bring me that prototype, okay, I have to start this video call like right now and I’m gonna stall as long as I can. Love you gotta go please save me bye.”

Steve just shakes his head fondly as the line goes dead, and then tucks his phone away as he says “he really is lost without Miss Potts around.”

“Completely,” JARVIS agrees instantly, and then directs Steve down a couple floors to Tony’s workshop.

The doors slide open for him and Steve carefully touches nothing as he makes his way to a worktable off the side, because knowing Tony literally any of this could explode at any second. With JARVIS’ help it’s not hard to find what he’s looking for, and when Steve creeps into his office Tony gives him a bright smile even as he continues speaking to whoever is on his computer screen. Steve makes sure he stays out of sight of the camera as he slides the prototype across Tony’s desk, then winks and blows him a kiss before sneaking back out of the room.

It’s only later, laying in Tony’s oversized bed, that Steve thinks back to something Tony had said when they first started dating. “So, I guess I should count myself lucky JARVIS didn’t lock me up for busting into your lab unsupervised,” Steve says, grinning a little and running his fingers through Tony’s surprisingly soft hair.

“Very lucky,” Tony says. His thumb is tapping against Steve’s chest in that way that means he’s debating his next words, and his voice is soft when he says “it’s probably because JARVIS likes you so much.”

“I’m sure that’s what it is,” Steve says, grinning wider.

Tony looks up when the elevator dings, and the doors aren’t even fully open before Steve is saying “okay, I can’t- how- look, can I rant at you for a second?”

Before Tony even has a chance to assure him that he absolutely can Steve is jumping right into it and Tony can only smile fondly at the furrow in Steve’s brow, the way his eyes seem extra bright when he’s worked up about something. Steve crosses the room in a couple long strides, and when Tony opens his arms Steve wastes no time collapsing down on top of him, burying his face in Tony’s neck and still talking as Tony drags his palms up and down Steve’s broad back.

Once Steve finally rants himself out about his latest commission he lifts his head, gives Tony an expectant look, so Tony laughs and switches to scratching his nails over Steve’s scalp as he complains about his own day and the board meeting he’d been forced to attend earlier.

Once they’ve both vented themselves out they stay exactly where they are, wrapped around each other on Tony’s oversized couch, perfectly happy just soaking up each other’s warmth as the sun sinks lower and the room turns a soft gold.

“You know you mean the world to me, right?” Tony asks, voice barely more than a breath and his lips brushing over Steve’s forehead with every word. He has a horrible feeling that is face is flushed as Steve lifts his head to look at him, but the soft smile on Steve’s face is more than worth it.

“I know,” Steve says, firm but just as quiet, like he’s never even considered doubting it.

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“that blood, it’s not yours is it?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: angst, death, blood play

word count: 1500+

a/n: idk what the fuck this is, but i thought this would be a good idea for the prompt

summary: in which villian!bakugo comes to your apartment, confessing to his sins before finding himself surrounded by pro heroes after your call for help, with nowhere else to go, his only option to take you down with him

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Midnight had struck, you sat beside the window, watching the sky fill with blood. Villains always cascaded down alleyways, always loving the stench of blood, you had read the news about the latest call for the escaped S rank villain. The man you had loved, the man you had fought for to bring him back to the heroes side, the day he left stayed in your head.

You continued looking out to the sky, the crystals of stars encasing each blue and black spiral up above. Signing, you moved away from the window as you went to go turn the television off, the pictures of your ex floating across the screen. His blonde hair and tattoos surrounded his arm and shoulder, even now he kept the costume he had worn when the two of you were heroes.

Ever since you both found out the true purpose of heroes and UA, his whole life being a lie. He couldn’t stand it, you looked at his face one more time, remembering the day he had confessed to wanting to leave the hero's life.

“I...I can’t do this anymore.” Bakugo spoke, his hands on his face as he finally looked up at you.

“What do you mean?” You questioned walking up to him about to touch his shoulder.

His hand grabs your own, grip tightening as it felt more painful than anything else, “don’t touch me.” He shouted, making you flinch back, his grip began to tighten even more, you could almost feel him rip through your skin with his nails.

“Katsu...owww.” His nails indented more into your skin, eyes filled with fury as he stared into your eyes, you felt blood trickle down your arm at how easily he had been able to hurt you.

He finally let go when he saw your eyes begin to water, “I can’t do this anymore, my life it’s been built on a lie and I don't think I can be a hero anymore.” You didn't meet his eye, grabbing a towel to wipe away the red oozing blood. “I need to get out of here, I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Wh...where are you going?” You whispered out, he walked past you as if you weren't even there.

He saw your watering eyes, how he had hurt you so easily. But he didn’t care at all, he saw right through you. “I can’t do this anymore, don’t look for me.”

It was the last words you heard from him, he had left without a word, you had thought he had just gone for a walk and he’d be back within a day. You were so wrong, in the end he had come back to the apartment, removing all of his belongings and the sign on the screen in your agency showing the murder of a civilian.

The splattered blood across the wall and fires that surrounded him, with a ring hanging off a nail, the ring you had gotten him. The ring that was now around your neck on a piece of metal. He had murdered someone, you needed to remember that. But all the photos were still up of the two of you. All the memories that you both lived here together surrounded the apartment, pictures from your time at UA together, to your first date, sea shells from the beach you both had visited. Even more so, the apartment remained the both of yours, it was never just yours.

You finally switched the television off ready to go to bed, but the sound of glass being smashed was heard instead. Your arms went to your head just as you saw a shadow in front of the smashed window. “Y/n.” The voice was breathless, it had been months since you heard that voice, the way he stood up scratched across his body and the most significant part the blood seeping through his hands and clothes.

“Bakugo.” You paused, your eyes widening as you realised what he was doing, “that blood, it’s not yours is it?”

“What happened to Katsuki, baby?” He disregarded your question, quirk activating as he had a lust for more blood.

“Katsuki.” You breathed out heavily.

Just as he tried to come closer to you, he collapsed leaning against the sofa to gain support. “I thought you were the polite type to your guests, get me some water.”

You could barely move, but even then, he always knew he had a sort of charm with you. He had the ability to easily control you in any way, he looked at you, keeping the light off as he watched you teeter over. “Wh...what are you doing here?”

“You haven’t gotten dumb since me leaving, cops showed up whilst I was hunting some guy down.” He had become sadistic gulping the water down as you could smell the blood across his body. “I don’t bite.”

You hesitantly moved closer to the man, he looked at how your eyes had become more tired and how you refused to meet his gaze. “Why’d...did you come here?”

“You wouldn’t snitch on me, my love.” He was almost mocking you now, the way he brought his bloodied hand to your face, he put the blood around your lips. “Go on, taste it.” His voice felt enchanting as you did as he spoke, the metallic taste of blood cascaded down your throat.

“L...leave.” You whispered, the blood creeping down your face and down your neck. You knew why you said for him to leave, the way you had gone into the kitchen and sent a text to Midoriya saying the one word you knew he’d understand. You were helping Bakugo, helping the boy to not get caught.

“Why? Because you called for help?” He smirked, licking his fingers off the blood before moving his saliva ridden fingers around your mouth again. “I know you Y/n, you were supposed to be my good girl.”

You felt mocked and humiliated, he knew what you had done but even then, he remained by your side. His fingers moving past your lips and touching your teeth as he felt your own saliva move through his fingers. “Pl...please, go before they come.” You whimpered as he moved his fingers away from you.

“Why? Scared I’ll kill them all.” He could almost smell the heroes and knew what the protocol was for a scenario like this, stealth was key, to get you out and into protective custody. “You could’ve caught me already, why haven’t you baby?”

“I promised you.” he remembered the promise you made after he got his hero license, that you both would never use your quirks on each other.

The steps towards the door became louder as you felt anxious that this would be the moment Bakugo was finally caught. “Y/n.” Midoriya shouted from the broken window, having jumped up to see the two of you on the ground as other pro heroes boomed through the front door. Bakugo got up a smirk on his face as he looked at you and only you.

“You really thought this would work.” He could feel Midoriya come closer, fist clenched ready to push him, Bakugo grabbed your waist as you let out a shout as Bakugo moved past Midoriya’s one for all move, Bakugo jumped from the window with you in his arms. Quirk activating as he landed on the edge of the roof.

“Kacchan, why?” Midoriya spoke of jumping out of your apartment, with the other pro heroes in suits.

“Why, Deku? Because my whole life was a lie, we don’t save people, heroes create evil and vengeance, I killed all those with quirks that could kill others. I had to kill them and if you think I’m getting caught, then you’re strongly mistaken.” Bakugo shouted, you became limp in his arms, the man you loved holding you like a ragdoll.

“Let her go, let Y/n go, she was your girlfriend, you loved her, let her be safe.” Midoriya bargained as he saw Kirishima come beside him as they both landed on the roof themselves.

“Bakugo.” Kirishima spoke, “let her go.”

“What is this a fucking reunion? She means nothing to you, let me have her.” You couldn’t break the promise you had vowed to the boy, but in this moment in his arms, as bad as it sounded. You felt loved for the first time in months, maybe you had gone crazy, or maybe it was Bakugo stepping further and further towards the ledge that made you realise you loved him.

“Kacchan, please, she wouldn’t want this?” Midoriya shouted, he had no plan to save you and Bakugo’s eyes were filled with fury at the two heroes who were trying to stop him.

Bakugo saw lights flash onto him and you from a police helicopter, he knew he’d been caught but what was it to him anymore. He stopped caring about this world, he missed you, needed you and he wasn’t going to let you live in a world without him. “Goodbye.” Bakugo whispered.

He fell off the building, your arms around his neck waiting for the plummet, “I love you.” He softly spoke into your air as you collided down the building, the wind encasing your hair and clothes.

“I love you too.” You whispered, the last thing you heard was a scream from the pro heroes who had called you their friend, and Bakugo’s tight arms around you, bones crushing on impact as you fell out of this world with the man you loved.

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