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huntingingoodwill · 1 year

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may the best man win (s.h.)

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pairing: best friend to lover! steve harrington x reader

“Where is she?” Steve’s words escaped his lips, tinged with a breathless panic as he burst into the room. His chest heaved in his pressed button-down, brown hair windswept from his frantic run over.

Robin lifted her hand to her lips, fingers peeking out from the sleeve of her dad’s oversized suit jacket. She chewed anxiously on her thumb nail, nodding toward a bathroom stall from her perch on the sinks, eyebrows knitted together tightly.

The heels of Steve’s dress shoes, the leather shiny with black polish, clicked quietly across the marble floor of the bathroom as he made his way toward the stall.

“(Y/N)?” He knocked on the closed stall door, gently. Your name tumbled off his tongue, familiar and sweet. In your distraught state, your whole body buzzing with worry, you felt a tinge of relief at your best friend’s arrival.

You couldn’t respond, voice weak with exhaustion, but he listened for you as he heard you quietly wretch. He peered down, the skirt of your gown fanning out all around you as you knelt on the floor, layers of white tulle flooding out from beneath the gaps of the stall.

From behind the door, you could hear the way his voice rumbled, deep in his chest, as he whispered to Robin. She hopped off the sink counter, leaving you two alone.

Steve sunk to the floor, the tile cold on his legs even through his suit. He knocked, quietly.

“Honey, you okay? They said you were asking for me.”

You let out a weak snivel. He frowned, pressing his forehead against the door as his brow furrowed. Years and years of friendship, and seeing you upset still stung.

“Can you open the door for me, please?” He coaxed.

You reached a shaky hand up, unlocking the door.

He pulled it open, sliding into the cramped stall next to you. The skirts of your wedding dress swamped the space, rustling as Steve pressed his back against the wall, looking at you intently. You mirrored him, sitting across from him with your back against the opposite wall. You kept your head down, studying your hands, picking at your nails as they remained folded in your lap.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the genuine concern in his voice causing your emotions to bubble up again, the overwhelming, sick feeling flooding your senses.

“I-” You hiccuped, barely able to get the word out before you spun around, pushing yourself up onto your knees as you wretched into the toilet bowl. Steve jumped up, pushing back your hair, the once perfectly styled locks now dishevelled.

“Let it out.” He cooed, his large, warm hand running up and down the expanse of your spine.

He got you settled back down on the floor by the toilet again. He pulled out his pocket square, taking his chin in your hands to hold your face toward him. Your breath stuttered as you inhaled shakily, blinking away tears as he used the silky material to, to clean up your running eye makeup, the fabric to ghosting the corner of your lips as he dabbed at your smudged lipstick.

“I can’t marry him.” You admitted through a gasping breath. “You gotta tell everyone the wedding’s off. I can’t marry Frank.”

You sunk into his touch as he ran a thumb across your cheek.

He ignored that exhilarating, sick excitement that ran through his body. He fought back the urge to scream, to rejoice, to beg and plead: Don’t marry Frank. Please, please, please don’t marry Frank.

He scolded himself. You had begged Frank for ages to let Steve be your best man in place of having a maid of honour. He couldn’t take advantage of you when you needed him the most, telling you not to marry your fiance just because Steve happened to be madly in love with you.

He couldn’t. He couldn't, even though a little part of him died when he first saw the two of you together, wishing it was his hand you were holding when you and Frank began dating two years ago. Even though hearing the news that Frank had proposed to you crushed all the air out of him. Even though he wished you were marrying him, instead.

“Of course you can. It’s just cold feet, that’s all. You’ll see, as soon as you get up there-”

“No.” You interrupted. “I can’t. I can’t marry him.” You sniffed, your voice small but determined. You blinked, before digging the heels of your palms into your reddened eyes, taking in a huge breath to steady yourself.

“I don’t love him.” You whispered, voice faltering.

“But… of course you do, honey, you’re just-”

“No.” You shook your head, swallowing thickly. “I don’t. I know I don’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I…” You gulped, eyebrow furrowing. “I realise now that… you know, we were so young, when we started dating- I mean, we’re still, so young and… as awful as it sounds…” Your voice cracked, the words threatening to fall off your tongue.

“I think I tricked myself into believing I loved him, into thinking it was okay to get into all of this, because I didn’t want to think of the truth.” Your gaze met Steve’s, and at that moment, he wanted to hold you, tell you it would all be fine, kiss you and take you away from all this.

His fingers flexed at his sides. He tucked them into his pocket.

“The truth is that I was in love with someone who didn’t love me back.” You murmured. A stray lock of hair fell over Steve’s eyes, and you wanted to reach out and brush it away. You wanted to touch his face.

Your fingers flexed at your sides. You balled your hand into a fist.

“Come here.” He whispered, breaking the silence that fell between you.

You turned around, leaning against him.

Slowly, your breath steadied, falling in time with the rise and fall of his chest against your back. His arm hung loosely around your waist, the other reaching up to stroke the hair away from your face.

“You look so beautiful.” He sighed, and you could hardly believe him, your hair and makeup a mess and wearing your ridiculous wedding gown. “You’ve always been beautiful.” He said it like he meant it, like he believed in it like nothing else.

“It’s all gonna be okay.” He reassured. “You’re gonna get up there, and realise it was all just nerves. And you’re gonna forget all about that guy who didn’t love you back. Because…”

You lifted your gaze to meet his.

“Anyone who wouldn’t love you is a total idiot.” He muttered, the rough tips of his fingers ghosting your hair.

You sighed, taking a few more breaths to calm yourself.

You wished you could stay this way forever, just you and him. No worries about the wedding, or about what would happen after, if you and Steve would drift away from each other, the rift caused by married life, by the world, growing too big for the two of you to handle. If you could do anything in the world, you’d always be with him. No doubt about it.

That scared you.

He helped you to your feet, holding your face in his hands.

He gave you that million wattage smile. It broke your heart.

“C’mon, beautiful. Frank’s waiting.”

Steve stood next to the altar, fidgeting in his suit as he waited for you to appear.

Finally, the doors blew open at the end of the aisle. The air was knocked out of him, escaping him as soon as he saw you.

You walked, slowly, down the aisle, and through the veil that hung between the two of you, he swore he could see you looking at him through the translucent lace, lips upturned.

He felt his mouth lift up, and uncontrollably, he was smiling, like an idiot.

He wanted to reach out and lift the veil himself. He wanted to see your face again, that smile. He wanted to kiss you.

Then, you reached the end of the aisle, turning to Frank instead of him.

Steve shoved aside the feeling of aching misery spreading through his body.

The ceremony dragged on, every declaration of love and eternity just another blow to him. What use was love and eternity to him, if it wasn’t with you?

He felt his knuckles clench at his sides, the ridges of his hands growing white.

Then, you turned to look at him.

You glanced behind you, and for a second, you smiled at him. It filled his body with light.

“If anyone present should know of a reason why this couple should not be joined together in matrimony, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

“Me.” Steve blurted out, the words escaping his lips before he even had time to process it.

The room fell deadly silent. Then, shocked gasps rose from the crowd, murmurs of confusion rippling through the audience of guests.

You turned to look at Steve, eyebrow furrowed.

“Me.” Steve repeated, clearing his throat. “I mean-” He screwed his eyes shut. “Um, I do. I mean, I object.”

“What the hell, man?” Frank hissed.

Steve looked at him. He never noticed it before, but they almost looked alike.

“I think I’ll say a couple of words, if you don’t mind.” Steve started off, fumbling awkwardly.

“I do mind.” Frank shot back quietly, voice shaking with rage, before turning back to the guests. “Save it for the best man’s speech, huh?” He chuckled awkwardly in an attempt to save his crumbling wedding ceremony, raising a few uncomfortable laughs from the guests.

Steve ignored him.

“(Y/N), I wanted you to know that I think I spent all this time doing anything and everything to distract myself from the truth.”

Your eyes sparkled as he echoed your words, a teary laugh leaving your lips.

“The truth is… I’ve been in love with my best friend for years. Madly, truly in love. It scared me, how much I did. I was scared before, but I’m not anymore. It took me a while,” He chuckled, gesturing to all the guests staring at him, your fiance’s hands gripping yours. “But I’m not afraid anymore. I can speak the truth now. I’m in love with you. I have been, all this time.” He paused, his big brown eyes glimmering. “I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too, Steve.”

“Okay. Okay! That’s it! I always knew there was something wrong with you, man, but I didn’t realise you were this fucked up.” Frank yelled, jabbing a finger at Steve. “You wanna go, man? Let’s go!” He cried out, pulling his tux jacket off. His muscles strained against his dress shirt as he put his fists up, charging at Steve.

He swung at Steve, narrowly avoiding him as he just ducked out of the way.

Frank tried again, but Steve fought back this time, taking a jab toward him.

It caught him in the jaw. Frank fell to the floor.

You looked at Steve as your fiance lay at your feet, breathing hard as you felt a warmth spread across your cheeks.

You stepped right over Frank, taking Steve’s hand and running out of the building.

“Sorry.” Steve mouthed at his plus-one, the girl glaring at him as the two of you ran down the aisle, hand in hand, leaving your fiance passed out at the altar. You tossed your bouquet at her, watching as she caught it, sullen.

Your dress swished behind you as the outraged noises from the guests rose around you, but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of you and Steve screaming with laughter.

Hand in hand, you ran, not caring where you were going, as long as you were together.

The two of you made it out onto the street, passer-by glancing at the runaway bride, making her daring escape with the best man, awash in sunlight and glowing with happiness.

Steve raised his arm, trying to hail a taxi. You yanked him back.

“I don’t have enough money for a cab! Do you?”

He reached into his pants pocket, producing his wallet. Practically empty. He rummaged around in his pockets, finding nothing but a bit of loose change.

“For a moment there, I forgot I was broke.” He sighed.

You laughed, glancing around before dragging him toward the bus stop, waving at the driver of the bus idling in front of it, black smoke rising from its tailpipe as the dingy, rusty old bus shuddered.

You walked on, the two of you a vision in the drab old bus, your magnificent dress swirling around you as you walked toward the backseat, Steve using what little money he had to pay for your fare before settling down next to you.

He smiled at you. The sun was setting, a golden light settling down over Hawkins. It streamed in through the windows, settling you two alight. A glow bursted from the two of you. His eyes, warm and brown in the sunlight, shone, his tan skin luminous.

“I can’t stop smiling.” He whispered.

“Then don’t.” You responded, lacing your fingers with his.

He leaned in to kiss you, his plush lips grazing yours, and you smiled into it uncontrollably, melting into his touch. You felt a warmness spread through your chest.

“Our wedding is gonna be so much better than this one.” You smiled.

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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TPC: Seokmin's professional party hosting

Full series

Pairing: boyfie!seokmin x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: mentions of alcohol, reader with breasts, fondling of breasts, massages, neck kisses, face sitting, oral

Summary: A party host's work is never done, even with seokmin's help, and trust me, he's helping a lot.

author note: wrote this horny and on my period i need sex read bad

@iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22

“Where the hell is Joshua with the beer? He should’ve been here an hour ago!”

You knew better than to trust your friend that admitted to going to a party the previous night before, but Joshua couldn’t have been this stupid. Oh, but he was.

It was a party, no big deal right? Wrong.

It was your party and you were hosting it along with your boyfriend and sibling who left to god knows where. You wanted to prove to other people and yourself that you can be more than a boring college student stuck in the history section of the library (but in your defense what was wrong with that if you were)? Fuck the one demensional mindset of the common college tropes that only really exist in YA novels and poorly written fanfiction.

You expel a frustrated breath out of your lungs and chug the cola in your solo cup, completely emptying it out to pour yourself another full one. Seokmin comes to your side reassuringly, taking care of his significant before they have a complete public freak out when things aren’t going their way by taking your non-cola-chugging hand and stroking the back of it with his thumb. If he could, he’d plan the event all by himself to spare you the unnecessary stress and elevated blood pressure but knowing you, you’d never let him.

“Everything is and will be fine. We still have a couple of cases ‘borrowed’ from Seungcheol’s party yesterday, and everyone is enjoying themselves. Let’s just do the same.”

Easy for him to say. Seokmin could have a good time anywhere. He was the light of every goddamn public event. Bouncing around every corner of every room like a golden retriever yoga ball concoction. You were the complete opposite, pessimistic at every given point, while he exuded a happy easy-going spirit. Maybe that’s why you like him so much. He makes things easy, or at least sounded easy, that you convinced yourself with him around it’d be just that.

Unlikely because now you were scanning the room for any faces of resentment, broken furniture, and possibly Joshua at the front door with that goddamn beer already. You’re grumbling to yourself thinking maybe you should’ve assigned all the tasks to yourself, at least you can promise yourself you’d get it done. Some things were better off done by yourself, you’d say. Never trust a dumb frat boy to get party supplies, you remind yourself. They’re only thinking of themselves. He better be caught in a ditch somewhere or you’ll have his guitar-playing head ass on a stick.

You were not the only one to hear your bitter ramble amongst the unaware 20-something crowd and he’s forced to tug you away from the center of the room. You take notice and nudge back at him in annoyed confusion, quietly protesting in whispers, not trying to cause a scene, “Seokmin, what–”

“I’m getting you out of there you need a break.”

The clusters of party guests become a blur as he pushes past several shoulders and reaches your room at the end of a sparse hallway. The moment the door opens it’s shut once it’s clear you're alone in the comfort of your thoughts. Seokmin exhales in relief, padding away to your bed where he pushes you down in a sitting position.

You shut your eyes, running your brows in a furrow, and dramatically sighing for him to understand the predicament he’s putting you in. “Why are we here? We’re hosting remember?”

He takes a seat beside you, pulling you closer to the center of the mattress, and places himself behind you, hands coming down on your shoulders in a firm yet reassuring squeeze. “Just take a breather, you need this.”

“Should I? Every second I’m in here, it’s every second I’m not out there. Who knows what kind of shit could they be…” you sputter a breath of numbingly good relief as Seokmin worked in your knots, the balls of his palms digging to your back as if he’s kneading dough, “fucking…up…”

“That’s right, relax. That’s what I’m here for.” He presses kisses against the apples of your cheeks and slowly, sweetly trails down to the base of your neck. “Clear…your…mind.”

His kiss leaves a hot trail of awareness on every patch of skin he makes contact with. Your head falls back in savoring it, a low hum vibrating throughout your throat and leaking out the small crack of your lips. Your eyes shuttering to a close and your shoulders slumping, you focus on the warmth Seokmin radiates onto you that only enhances the relief he’s spreading to your sore, tired limbs. You nod your head in a daze, physically melting into a puddle.

“Mmm, better?”

You hum in confirmation, feeling more than just your muscles loosen. Your once clenched legs part from one another and you feel the threat of your arousal as it makes it past your folds, staining your underwear. You would stop him at this point before it went too far knowing about the hordes of people behind that very door, but his hands felt magical, and in no way did you want it to end.

“Mmm, Seokmin…”

The kind man smiles against your skin, letting his teeth graze your neck and let his hands fall to roam against your sides, still placing pressure, digging his digits hard into your flesh. His teeth climb up and up, reaching your ear lobe, a exhale leaving his nostrils that pebble goosebumps on your arms and neck. “You’ve worked so hard for weeks. You need a reminder that you should be enjoying this party too.”

You gasp as his tongue licks a patch of skin and his hands come together up the front of your chest, handfuls of your breasts in his hands with the fabric of your clothes and bra as a barrier. His deep chuckles burn your skin, collecting you in his heavy-handed grasp, collecting bundles of your flesh like he means to massage the entirety of your body. No inch of your body would go untouched. “Shouldn’t we be outside for that to work…?”

You were aware you were slurring your words, but Seokmin being the expert easily translates the jumble in his head and he pressed his firm chest deeper against your back to the point to can trace the outline of every nipple, every pec, every muscle packed ab in the lean yet toned fixture of his torso. “I can’t be in public for what’s about to transpire in this bedroom unless that’s what you’re looking forward to?”

“Seokmin!” you exclaim, turning your head but he captures his lips the moment you do, swallowing the moan that impulsively escapes you. He pushes you into the cushion of the sheets and freely holds you, embraces you, and touches you, anywhere he wanted to.

He licks your bottom lip, squeezing it between his lips, and with squeeze the cups the curve of your ass, and he’s able to taste the coke zero you decided to drink instead of alcohol on your tongue. Your fingers curl up his hair, panting against his mouth, deepening the kiss as his hips meet yours in a blind horny haze.

“Should I make you relax? Should I do the thing you like?”

You whimper hearing his offer and your sex-filled head soars great heights at thought of it. The dark shift of his eyes, his hair was a sexy ragged mess, and his arms–god his arms–bulging as they flex in view. The image had you grinding up into his erection, your back coming up in a perfect arch, and before your logical tendencies came up, you’re whispering anguished, “Yes, god yes…”

He smiles again, now only more sinister, “Alright. Come on. Sit on my face.”

You jump up on your knees gingerly and watch as he gets into a relaxed position. Meanwhile, your hands are finding the clasp of your pants, tugging them off of you with your underwear quick to follow. You move over to him, taking short excited breaths before one knee meets the other side of his head. You glisten a gorgeous sheen, one that’d glossy, vicious, knowingly delectable in his mouth. Seokmin sighs in contentment, licking at his lips in anticipation.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look with your pussy right in my face.”

You hold up your flustered cheeks in your hands, shutting your eyes as you internally squeal.

“Don’t do that. Your face is part of the view.”

A loud pound to your chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Now come here.”

You let your hips fall naturally, hovering over his mouth, meeting your hot, wet slit as he steady your thighs with his reliable hands. His eyes stay open as they lock with yours, ensuring you watch as he engulfs in your scent, your taste, your god-gifted warmth that you have bestowed upon him that makes him feel like he’s on top of god damn fucking world. Your folds hug his wet, pink muscle, and you could feel yourself already squirm as he makes his rounds, sweeping it over inside and outside every sensitive part of your core.

His name is delicious in your mouth, drool escaping out of the corner of your lips, your hands run in the tufs of his hair, staring down at this wonderful man that knew just what you needed at just the right time. His arms come around your legs–incoming the fat and strong flex of his arms (god fuck)–lowering on him, latching himself on your pussy in an aching attempt to taste deeper inside you. Like a rope attached to your chest, your torso pulls forward. Your eyes flutter at the pure carnal movement of his lips and you groan, your hips moving against his mouth in rhythm to him.

“Fuck…Seokmin, your mouth…”

You can’t form real sentences when it came to this side of Seokmin, but it’s not like he was listening. The nectar that seeps out of you was impossibly addictive, mind-numbing, and trance-inducing. He’d inhale you like oxygen, lost in the divide that separates himself from any other men you’d interact with.

This pussy was his and only his.

He lowers the surface of his face and you feel the structure of his infamous nose, dragging the perfect tip over your clit and digging through your folds much like his tongue. He presses his face up against you, willingly suffocating himself to appreciate you to his highest capabilities with no fear of consequence. He doesn’t care if he loses sight. He doesn’t work about the strain in his neck after lifting his head up to meet your walls. Nor does he care who’s listening or possibly watching. This was his time–your time.

Oh fuck it. He wanted this. And knowing you, you’d enjoy it.

His moans vibrate between your walls, your name like a spell enters you like you’re being fucked with the thought of his worship. Your legs grow weak, feeling ready to come down at any moment. You were already so close. Moisture escaping your legs, you shake in confirmation, waves of euphoria hitting you over and over again. You rasp his name in the air and finally, it's something he can hear, and he can tell it’s happening with the taste shifts.

What’s essentially clear, almost like nothing, gets savory in his mouth and it’s exactly what he’s been waiting for. He laps in you harder, firmer, clutching your legs around him like safety bars, nodding into you, in demand for more. So much more.

Your face contorts in pleasure, that familiar tension in your stomach comes back its about time to end, but your body yells at you otherwise. “S-Seokmin…I came…”

“One more…for me…take it…for me…”

Harsh stripes lick up anxiously over you, his fingers coming down on your clit to rub swirls into the bead. Your moans get only louder in response, the sensitivity from coming once mere seconds ago not dissipating. You grind down harder, faster, even bouncing on his tongue for a more stimulating second round, and Seokmin drinks in every second, every minute until you’re doubling over again saying his name in the incomprehensive way you do.

You flood his mouth once more. His nose, his face, his chin, his neck is covered in a layer of thick, gorgeous release and you finally pull away from him, witnessing the pussy drunken smile stretched over his face from having the best goddamn meal of a lifetime. He’s sweating all over despite having only the job of laying flat on the bed while he devours you. His chest comes up and down rhythmically catching his breath, but it’s not long before he pulls you down, having you taste how he made you feel on his tongue.

His arms and legs cocoon around you, locking you in his embrace as he defiles your face with the mess he’s made. You chuckle into his kiss, somewhat tired, yet completely at peace. He always knew what to do. You don’t appreciate that enough.

“Thank you,” you say in a hushed voice.

A low groan escapes him. “Anytime. I’ll eat your pussy anywhere and anytime for you. Just remember to relax. Or I’ll be forced to show you more of a good time, and it won’t matter what room we’re in.”

#svthub #dokyeom smut #seokmin smut #seventeen smut #lee dokyeom smut #lee seokmin smut #lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #seokmin #dokyeom #seventeen dokyeom #seventeen seokmin #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n

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purple-ant · 3 months

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Poison

The beam of light from the funeral pyre thins, and Jedi slowly leave the hall. Everyone is silent. Only Rael asks to be left alone with the cooling ashes. Dooku closes the doors as quietly as possible, not taking his eyes off the hunched shoulders of his old Padawan until the last moment. The shell of Nim's lightsaber burned down along with her, but the heart of the blade - the kyber - is held tightly by Rael in his hands.

The narrow corridor is not filled with Jedi for long. It is late, the Padawans are already dozing in the arms of their Masters, exhausted beyond their years with grief for their friend. Dooku does not move far from the door, he stops near the stained glass window, his hood pulled up mourning. The funeral floor is too low for sunlight, so soft lanterns behind colored glass are the only thing that disperses the darkness.

The initial disbelief and shock have passed, and Dooku feels empty. Death is never fair, it does not choose, and there are no other reasons for it other than human greed... But still, Dooku wants to helplessly ask. Why Nim? Why, of all the lights of the Galaxy, was this one, young and untouched, extinguished?

Dooku feels old.

“I didn’t expect you to come,” Qui-Gon’s voice sounds in the solemn silence, Dooku does not take his devastated gaze from the stained glass window. There is no image, a simple familiar pattern of circles and straight lines.

“I barely made it,” he admits. The flight to the Temple seems short, wild and at the same time a blurry moment to him: one second he ends negotiations and receives a ragged, stumbling message from Rael, and the next he is breaking through Coruscant traffic. “She was my grandpadawan.”

Was.

Qui-Gon gives a low chuckle and Dooku blinks, finally turning his head to look at his old Padawan. The young man's gaze is gloomy, and the dim light does not smooth out the heavy wrinkles that have appeared on his face in recent months.

“Is there something wrong?”

All wrong. Nim is dead. The child is dead, killed, and his first Padawan is broken with grief and guilt.

“I didn’t know you cared about your grandpadawans,” Qui-Gon answers defiantly. “It’s not like you care about Xanatos.”

For a second, Dooku is sure that he heard wrong. An auditory hallucination caused by nervous exhaustion is not something he experiences often, but... The silence rings.

“What?” he asks anyway, giving Qui-Gon a chance to think carefully about his next words.

“You weren't so concerned when Xanatos left,” Qui-Gon repeats, and the emptiness inside Dooku flares with cold anger. He can feel the flashes trailing behind the billowing flaps of his cloak as he whirls around to face his second Padawan.

“Do you dare,” he mutters through clenched teeth, “to compare this boy’s selfish flight with Nim’s death?”

“The Council should not have sent him on that mission!” Qui-Gon puts forward the usual argument. “At least this time they listened to common sense,” his gaze slides to the locked doors.

The Council is going to investigate this mission in a special manner, considering that Rael's actions lead to Nim's death. They were given time for the funeral and mourning, but nothing more.

“Do you... agree with them?” Dooku can hardly believe it. Rael has supported Qui-Gon since he became Dooku's Padawan, the boys were like brothers, and yet Qui-Gon looks into his eyes without doubt.

“Yes. You yourself noted that Rael loves battles more than a Jedi should. Apparently Padawan Pianna was the one who paid for this…”

“Silence!”

The word, the order, echoes down the corridor like a clap of thunder, and Qui-Gon falls silent. His eyes widen in shock for a second, and then narrow, as if he has confirmed something. Dooku had hoped never to feel this way about his Padawans, his lineage, but his fingertips tingle with cold, furious energy, and he presses his hand closer to his body, clenching his fists.

“It’s time for you to let this go, Qui-Gon,” Dooku bites every word. “And if you cannot do this, then keep your poison to yourself, and do not turn it against Rael. He doesn't need it now.”

“This is not poison, Dooku, this is the truth that you do not want to see because of your attachment! Why is it that when I lose a padawan everyone turns away, but when Rael kills-”

The blow is short and not very good, it reverberates with pain in Dooku’s tightly clenched hand, his nails digging into his palm. For a moment he thinks he has done more damage to himself than to the Master in front of him, but Qui-Gon stumbles back, clutching his nose.

Two ragged breaths drown in the ensuing silence. Slowly, Qui-Gon moves his hands away from his face and looks at the blood staining his fingers, black in the twilight, then the disbelieving gaze of his blue eyes turns to Dooku.

“I knew it.”

“Get out of my sight.”

“The Force will judge,” Qui-Gon leaves the last word and departs. Slowly Dooku unclenches his fists. The emptiness returns even heavier than before.

He returns to the entrance to the hall, unable to stand still any longer. He would never have thought that Qui-Gon would say something like that. Where did Dooku go wrong?

The faded presence of his first Padawan is closer than Dooku expects, and as he opens the heavy doors he is instantly confronted with an ashen, dark gaze.

“Rael...” Dooku isn’t sure what he’s going to say.

“No need,” the prematurely aged Jedi shakes his head too quickly, “...in the end, he’s right.”

#okay okay i LOVE qui-gon #hes an interesting character #but also LET THE MAN BE THE PROBLEM #thanks charm for beta reading #qui gon jinn #count dooku #rael averross #nim pianna #qui-gon critical #im not sure how CRITICAL this is but just to be sure #its very dark time for this lineage #disaster lineage

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 30

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,275ish

Summary: You obviously struggle with the revelation that Obi-Wan is alive and is disguised as Rako Hardeen.

Warnings: angst, injuries, freakin Mace Windu

Notes: I did warn everyone that there was basically gonna be angst for a while, didn’t I?

When you had landed on the front of the ship, Obi-Wan couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Guilt immediately filled his entire being at the dimness of your usual bright light. He had done that. He had caused you pain. That’s why he had to get to you quickly, despite being disguised as Rako Hardeen.

When you begged him to just kill you, Obi-Wan’s heart crumbled further. Had you really decided that life wasn’t worth living without him? Had he really pushed you that far? Obi-Wan couldn’t let you think that so he pushed his signature to you, only to quickly be met with shields. He supposed he did deserve that. Before anyone could notice, Obi-Wan knocked you unconscious for your safety and ran to help Anakin in any way he could.

~~~

You had never felt anger like this in your life. Honestly, you had never truly been angry, that emotion seemed to belong solely to Anakin. But this was different. When you arrived back at the Jedi Temple, Anakin and yourself were immediately summoned by Master Yoda to one of the meditation rooms.

“You summoned us, Master?” Anakin said as the two of you entered.

“Wrong to deceive you both it was,” Yoda admitted, turning around from where he was sitting, “but much at stake there is.”

“So we were right. Obi-Wan is still alive.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. It was clearer now that the Council had commanded Obi-Wan to sever the bond. That still didn’t make what Obi-Wan did right. The pain it was still causing you was clear in the Force around you.

“Skywalker, a powerful Jedi you are, ye unpredictable and dangerous you can be,” Yoda told Anakin. “To both your friends and enemies. For Obi-Wan, on your patience everything depends.”

“What if he needs our help?”

“Hmm. If you leave, help him you could. But his future, uncertain is. Trust in Obi-Wan we must.”

“I’m afraid that’s no longer something I can do,” you admitted quietly, tears of frustration pricking away at your eyes. “You made him break the bond. You knew the pain it would cause me.”

“Did what we thought was right, at the time we did. Sorry, I am for the pain it’s caused you my former Padawan.”

You shook your head. “How I am ever supposed to trust any of you again? I am just a doll to the Council. Someone who does their bidding willingly and someone who is disposable.”

“Disposable to the Council, you are not. Strong we believe you to be.”

“Clearly not strong enough.”

~~~

After you had marched out of the meditation room, you headed out of the Jedi Temple. You were unable to even think about being there anymore. You went for your starfighter and flew up to your star cruiser. Exiting the ship, Crak met you.

“I heard about what happened to General Kenobi,” he immediately said. “I am sorry for your loss.”

“Yeah, me too,” you murmured. “I’ll be in my quarters if anyone asks for me. I need some time alone.”

“Yes, of course, General.”

Once you were hidden away in your quarters, you broke down into sobs. You collapsed onto your knees, hands bracing yourself against the floor. Questions ran through your mind at lightspeed.

How could Obi-Wan allow the Council to ask that of him? To sever the bond from you when they know it is a strength to both of you? How could Obi-Wan willingly go through with it? Did he not love you as much as you believed or need the bond as much as you did?

This secret mission that Obi-Wan was on for the Council was making you question everything. About the Council, the entire Jedi Order, and your relationship with Obi-Wan. That last night with Obi-Wan played in your mind.

“You know that I love you, right?”

“Yes.”

“And that I would never do anything to hurt you without reason?”

“Obi-Wan… what’s happening?”

“I need you to trust me, little star. Whatever happens, I need you to keep the faith.”

“You’re scaring me. What are you talking about?”

“Just… remember how much I love you, okay? Hold onto that. Promise me that you can do that.”

Obi-Wan had confessed his love for you once again and asked you to trust him. Had you known the plan beforehand, maybe you could trust him now. But that trust was broken upon finding out he was alive and he had hurt you on purpose.

You closed your eyes as you tried to sense the Force around you, trying to ground you. More tears slipped down your cheeks at the lack of connection you felt with the Force. Were you truly this weak without Obi-Wan? Or had you depended on him for far too long?

~~~

It wasn’t long before you were called back to the Jedi Temple. You were summoned to the war room where Anakin, Ahsoka, and a majority of the Jedi Council members were surrounding the holo table. You found a spot to lean against the wall, as far away from the Council members as you could be. A section of Naboo was projected on the holo table as he plan to protect the Chancellor at Naboo’s Festival of Light was formed.

“As you can see, we’ve mapped the Chancellor’s route to and from the festival stage,” Master Windu stated. “We know where he’ll be at every moment from the time we land on Naboo.”

“What security measures are in place?” Master Plo asked.

“The Naboo Royal Guard will have armed sentries at all entry points on the palace. And the stage itself will be sealed off by a ray shield for the duration of the event.”

“I see nothing here to worry about,” Anakin said.

“With complacency comes vulnerability,” Yoda responded. “Yes… it is what we do not see that concerns me. Along time to plan his attack, Count Dooku has.”

“Yes,” Windu agreed. “We thought we’d have an advantage with Obi-Wan on the inside, but we’ve had no communication from him in days.”

“Has our Padawan sensed anything?” Plo asked, causing everyone to turn to you.

You scoffed. “You made him sever the bond, remember?” You replied in a harsher tone than they had ever heard from you. “I have not sensed anything from him either.”

“Obi-Wan will do his part,” Anakin stated, trying to get the attention away from you. “Let’s make sure we do ours.”

Anakin motioned with his head for you to follow him as he left the war room. You did so. Ahsoka sighed, looking to Master Windu for guidance.

“I fear we have done too much damage to our former Padawan this time,” Plo expressed.

“We should have gone about this differently,” Shaak Ti agreed. “The light around her is dimming and we have no one to blame but ourselves.”

“She will be fine,” Windu responded. “She must learn not to rely on others so much.”

“That’s not it, Master Windu,” Ahsoka argued. “The bond they shared was different. You have yet to see them in action together. There’s a strength there that is palpable.”

“Concerned I am as well, for our Padawan,” Yoda added. “Concerned for her path in the light.”

~~~

You flew with the group to Naboo. As you exited after the Chancellor, you noticed Naboo’s Queen, Padme, and Senator Organa there to greet him.

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” the Chancellor said to the Queen.

“Welcome home, Chancellor,” Padme said. “I’m thankful to the Jedi for bringing you here safely.”

“Yes, Senator, it is good to be back. Although I think the amount of security that has accompanied me is overkill.”

“With all due respect, Chancellor, where your safety is concerned there is no such thing as overkill,” Windu said.

“So you keep insisting, Master Jedi. But I’ve grown tired of discussing it.”

The Chancellor walked off with the Queen, Master Windu, and other politicians. Padme stayed behind to greet you, Ahsoka, and Anakin.

“Anakin, Y/N, Ahsoka, welcome to the festival,” Padme greeted.

“I’ve never seen the Festival of Light,” Ahsoka said as she looked around. “Sounds like a big event.”

“They’re expecting a large crowd,” Anakin stated, “which means it will be difficult for Dooku to attack during the ceremony. That leaves the palace as the best opportunity for an ambush.”

“Are you that certain an attack is imminent?” Padme questioned.

“I’m afraid so. Which is why I’m making Ahsoka your personal bodyguard.”

“At your service, My Lady,” Ahsoka said.

“If there’s trouble, Ahsoka will get you, the Queen, and the rest of your staff to safety.”

“Why about you and Y/N?” Padme wondered.

“Hopefully, I’ll be where I always am. With Y/N at my side, of course.”

“He means saving the day,” Ahsoka laughed.

“Of course he does,” Padme responded.

“Don’t worry, Padme, I will watch over him,” you whispered.

“Thank you.”

~~~

Anakin and yourself found a spot on the left side of the Chancellor’s seat as the Chancellor, the Queen, and the other politicians came out on stage. The audience clapped and cheered as the politicians took their places.

“The stage is set,” Anakin said into his comlink. “Activate the ray shield.”

“Copy that, General Skywalker,” a Naboo guard responded.

The ray shield covered the stage before Anakin motioned to the Chancellor to go up to the podium.

“It is an honor to be here for this momentous occasion,” the Chancellor said once he stood behind the podium. “The pride I feel for this planet cannot be put into words. 847 years ago, Naboo joined the Republic, and tonight we celebrate that union!” The audience clapped. “Take a moment and look around this glorious city of yours. It wasn’t long ago this was all plasma mines. Naboo has indeed come a long way. But as we chart a bold course for the future, let us never forget our past!”

The Chancellor turned and put his arms up, a light show starting in the sky. The audience stood, clapping and cheering to the light show.

“Skywalker!” Windu suddenly shouted. “The shield generator!”

You and Anakin looked over to see one of the bounty hunters slipping through the ray shield and aiming at the generator. Anakin ran toward it, only to be thrown back when it exploded. The shield disappeared from around the stage. Windu took charge of getting the Chancellor to safety while Ahsoka did the same with the Queen and other politicians. Anakin went after the hunter that had caused the explosion. You ignited your lightsaber as you looked around, feeling like something was off.

You heard Anakin cry out in pain and instantly headed over there. The hunter was shocking him, causing him to fall unconscious as he threw him on the stairs. The hunter went to fly away but something from one of the other buildings came firing at the jet pack. You glanced in the direction to see Rako Hardeen—Obi-Wan—with a riffle out the window. Swallowing down some emotions, you jumped up and sliced the bounty hunter in half. You got to Anakin’s side when Windu did.

“Those tentacles pack quite a punch,” Anakin groaned, sitting up with your help.

“The Chancellor!” Hardeen’s voice exclaimed from Windu’s comlink. “The guard escorting him is a bounty hunter!”

Windu, Anakin, and yourself raced up the stairs with your sabers ignited. The three of you hurried over there, aiming your lightsabers at the now revealed bounty hunter. The Chancellor stood up and faced Anakin.

“Chancellor, are you alright?” Anakin asked.

Suddenly, the Chancellor punched Anakin in the face, revealing that the Chancellor was being impersonated by another bounty hunter. Anakin launched himself at the bounty hunter. He knocked the hunter to the ground, aiming his lightsaber at their neck.

“Where is the Chancellor?” Anakin growled.

Sensing something in the Force, you turned and noticed Cad Bane shoving the Chancellor onto another speeder.

“So long, Jedi!” Bane taunted before flying away.

“I’m going after the Chancellor,” Hardeen said over the comlink.

“Copy that, Obi-Wan,” Windu responded.

“I’ll send you the coordinates and hold Bane there as long as I can.”

~~~

Anakin, Windu, and yourself followed the coordinates that Obi-Wan had sent as quickly as the speeder would allow, with Clones right behind you. When you arrived, Obi-Wan had a gun pointed at Bane while Moralo was cowardly beside him. You and Windu aimed your sabers as Moralo while Anakin joined Obi-Wan’s side.

“Please! Do not kill Moralo Eval!” Moralo begged.

“Take him and Bane into custody,” Windu ordered the clones. “And make sure the Chancellor is returned safely to the palace.” Anakin cuffed Moralo while a clone took care of Bane. “You did a good job, Obi-Wan.”

“Kenobi!” Bane exclaimed. “I should have known. Something smelled wrong about you from the start.”

“Yes, well, spending so much time with you was no reward either,” Obi-Wan replied. You cringed at the way he sounded as Hardeen.

“Reward?! I’ll give you a reward when I plug you full of laser bolts!” The clone pushed Bane away.

“Such a pleasant fellow.” Obi-Wan looked at you, who clearly was avoiding him. “I hope this was all worth it.”

“We saved the Chancellor,” Windu responded. “That’s the important thing.”

You rolled your eyes and bit down a scoff. Windu walked off, you were going to follow him when a hand grabbed your wrist. You closed your eyes to try and keep in the onslaught of emotions.

“Little star…” Obi-Wan whispered. He too could admit that the nickname did not sound good coming from him right now. “Please, listen to me.” You stood still, allowing him to continue without looking back at him. “You and Anakin had to be convinced I was dead so that Dooku would believe it as well.”

“Are you saying it was your decision?” You asked, voice clearly broken.

Obi-Wan sighed, absolutely hating himself for being the cause of your pain. “Look, I know I did some questionable things—even verging on terrible, but I did what I had to do. I hope you can understand that.”

You yanked your wrist from his grip as you spun around. “You lied to me! You— you severed our bond!” You were grateful that it was just the two of you left here as tears spilled down your face. “Do you even know how much pain you caused me?!”

“As I told you, I would never do you harm without reason.”

You shook your head. “This—“ You motioned to his transformative look. “This was not a good enough reason… you broke my heart, Obi-Wan. You broke my trust… I don’t think I can ever look at you the same again.”

“Darling, please, you need to understand that—” he stepped toward you only for you to quickly step away.

“Please, just leave me alone.” You ran away, into the woods.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come back!”

You cried as you continued to run away from his voice. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the pain anymore. Obi-Wan ran after you, but with the bond severed he was unable to sense you. You found your way to where the star cruiser was and found a free starfighter. You took it straight to your own star cruiser and found an assignment for you and your battalion to quickly take.

~~~

It took another two days for Obi-Wan to be transformed back into himself, revealing his bald head and beardless face. Since he was unable to sense you and no one would tell him where you were, he was forced to look through the whole Jedi Temple for you. Only to come up empty-handed. He found Anakin walking the hall. Obi-Wan knew that Anakin was angry at him as well, but he just needed to know that you were safe.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan called, rushing over. Anakin kept walking. “Anakin!”

“Yes, Master?” Anakin said, the anger in his tone evident. He didn’t slow his pace.

“Please tell me you know where Y/N is. I haven’t been able to find her anywhere or reach her.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have severed your bond.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin please.” He pulled at his former Padawan’s arm, stopping him. “I just want to know if she’s okay.”

Anakin pulled his arm out of Obi-Wan’s grasp. “No, she’s not okay. Commander Crak that works with her has reached out to say that she’s recklessly going into missions. Not caring for her own safety. I’m on my way to grab Ahsoka and go bring her back here.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, the Council has asked me to do this without you.”

“What?”

“They are afraid she will not come back if you come with me. And, honestly, I wouldn’t blame her.”

“Anakin—“

“I don’t fully understand your relationship with my sister and I respect her enough to not question it, but you hurt her. And I will not stand by and let you continue to do so. I will bring her back to the Temple with Ahsoka. You can stay here and dwell it what you’ve done.”

Anakin turned away sharply, heading back down the hall. Obi-Wan’s head hung as he let Anakin’s words sink in. He had messed up, worse than he had ever in his life, and he didn’t know if he’d ever been able to make it right.

~~~

Obi-Wan had never ran faster in his life, especially through the Jedi Temple. It had been sixteen days since Anakin and Ahsoka had been sent to retrieve you. Before they could bring you back to the Temple, the Council had assigned you, Anakin, and Ahsoka to an emergency mission. The results of the mission was the reason for Obi-Wan’s swiftness through the Temple.

You had been critically injured. Obi-Wan was in the war room when Anakin called it in. The concern and fear in Anakin’s voice had immediately put Obi-Wan on high alert. It took far too long for the transport to arrive at the Temple with your injured body. As soon as Obi-Wan heard it had landed, he was running to the med center. He skidded to a stop in front of it, seeing a solemn Anakin and Ahsoka standing there, both in a daze.

“Where is she?” Obi-Wan panicked. “What happened?”

“They’ve rushed her into surgery,” Ahsoka responded. “She…” Ahsoka shook her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t…” She hurried away.

“Anakin?”

“There was a droid with an electric spear…” Anakin mumbled, focusing on his hands.

Obi-Wan gasped when he realized that Anakin’s hands were covered in blood. At not just a little bit of it. “Is that her blood?”

“I didn’t see or sense it behind me,” Anakin continued, ignoring Obi-Wan. “She did and jumped between me and the droid without thinking… she was electrocuted as the spear impaled her.”

“Is that her blood?”

“I didn’t even notice… and she… she easily jumped in to save me.”

“Anakin… is that her blood?”

Anakin nodded. “Yes.”

“No…” Obi-Wan backed up until he hit the wall. “Do we know if she’ll…?”

“She was in so much pain… I could feel it everywhere around me. The clones and Ahsoka could feel it too. We got her onto the star cruiser and she was in and out of consciousness the whole time.”

“Do we know if she’ll make it?”

Anakin finally looked up at Obi-Wan, revealing his red and watery eyes. “They don’t think she will.”

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Kaveh x Reader ✦ Oh my God! Roommates! ✦ VII: Sumpter

It was kind of hard to determine Kaveh’s point of view regarding romantic feelings. On one hand, he could be one hell of a smooth talker and handle them like they were nothing. On the other, the right partner could make him absolutely melt inside and cause a short circuit in his thought process. It wasn’t a question that you could just casually drop in the middle of a conversation. It’s straight up an invitation for too many things to go wrong, both on your end and his.

Perhaps this is one of many thoughts that would sit better with you if you slept on it. The only problem was that night, you were unable to keep your eyes shut long enough to peacefully drift off to sleep. You turned in for the evening a bit early, hoping to be unconscious by the time Kaveh decided that he too, would call it a night. Initially, the thoughts of him occupied your mind, but eventually, you were beginning to slowly drift off to sleep. Unfortunately, your brief moment of silence alone was interrupted by Kaveh sliding under the covers. You were jolted completely awake and you felt your heart rate pick up, yet you could only remain frozen in silence.

"I do hope that I am not disturbing your attempt at rest, but I find myself quite exhausted as well," he said.

You turned your body around to face him, only to be greeted by Kaveh sleepily gazing at you as well. There was still the slightest bit of light coming from the windows, and it was just enough to illuminate the two of you making eye contact. It was truly an awkward and painful situation to find yourself in, with the man you have grown so attached to quite literally within your grasp.

"I woke you up, didn’t I?" he quietly asked, interpreting your silence as a gesture of disgust.

"No, you didn’t. I’ve been awake practically the entire time that I’ve been here," you said.

"It’s one of those nights, isn’t it?"

"It would seem that way. I’m exhausted, but it seems pointless to waste the night away just laying here."

"I find myself in the same boat. This would be the perfect time to make considerable progress on my grand project, but I am unusually drained and deprived of inspiration."

"Laying here and talking isn’t too bad of a pastime...right?"

"It’s not. This just feels...I don’t know," Kaveh said, becoming increasingly dejected. It was almost as if he was having a hard time coping with an artistic slump. He didn’t seem very willing to admit it, however.

"Maybe you don’t need to know why you feel this way. I mean, if you’re drained, why not join me for a few days of relaxation?"

"Using my own words against me. How clever," he remarked. "That, however, still does not solve the problem at hand. Tonight will drag on, unless we can find a way to quiet down our minds."

"How about I bore you to death?" you joked.

Kaveh laughed a little. "Good luck with that happening. I find our little moments together to be most entertaining."

He threw you off guard with that statement. The compliment may have been small, but it sent your heart flying beyond the stars of Celestia.

"Uh...so do I," you said, unsure of how to respond.

Kaveh rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head. It was hard to tell with the minimal light, but you could assume from the faint silhouette of his body that he was wandering in his thoughts.

"Now that I think about it," he said, "I do find myself enjoying our chats a lot more as of late. Almost makes me want to neglect my craft, if at least for a little bit, so that we may grow closer."

Is this guy for real?

"Is Alhaitham what’s stopping you from relaxing?"

"In truth, perhaps. I’ve always worked through periods of low inspiration by sketching or some other means, but this is honestly the first time in a long while that I have felt this unmotivated. In addition to this, he already thinks quite low of me as it is."

"He listened to you in regards to my health, so maybe he would consider yours as well?"

"If I do bring that up, he will only think of this as an excuse to...ah, never mind."

An excuse to what?

"You don’t want to be seen as a slacker, do you?"

Kaveh went quiet for a few moments. You were unable to read any form of expression or body language in the dark, so you were left wondering during his short period of silence. Was that another topic that he was potentially a bit sensitive about, and didn’t want to show it? He could just be considering his answer, but it was hard to stop your mind from running wild with worst case scenarios.

“You could say that,” he finally responded.

It was probably best to not pressure him any further.

You wanted to continue talking to him, but there wasn’t much to be discussed at the current moment. What kind of small talk do roommates (who always find themselves in the same bed every night) even make? None of those “how are you” types of conversations would even work right now, considering how the two of you have pretty much been talking for the majority of the day.

Ask about his likes and dislikes maybe? No, you two have known each other long enough to be beyond that point of casual conversation. You’re quite sure that you have a grasp on his basic preferences.

People usually talk about deeply personal stuff during the wee hours of the night, right? It does tend to happen on accident, but you weren’t intending to use him as some sort of therapist…

“So, now what?” you said, completely out of ideas.

“I truly do not know. I admit, I am at a loss on how to pass the night. Are you sure that there is nothing that you wish to discuss with me?”

“Like what?”

“Anything. Alhaitham getting on your nerves? Deepest insecurities? What you had for lunch? It’s far too dull right now, and I cannot bring myself to leave this bed.”

The man that you ended up falling for practically begging you to tell him anything is not a great combination. Top it off with being tired in his bed during the night…

“Do you really want to get yourself worked up over Alhaitham while trying to fall asleep? That seems counterproductive.”

“Not particularly, but if it was something that you would like to talk about for whatever reason, then I’m all ears.”

Getting Kaveh worked up at these hours of the night meant neither of you would have a chance at sleeping. What about his other suggestions? Deepest insecurities? You already concluded that was a bad idea. Lunch? He ate with you, didn’t he?

Oh right, those questions were merely suggestions. It was all you had to build off of for a conversation, though. You were completely out of ideas otherwise.

“Maybe we should just…try to fall asleep,” you suggested, defeated.

“And stare at the walls all night?” he said, turning back on his side to face you.

Did he mean the walls? He’s literally looking at me right now.

“Do you have any better ideas?”

“No, it’s just boring and the night just drags out. I hate it when this happens.” “So do I, but we’ll never get any rest if we stay up complaining.”

“I guess you’re right,” he said, turning his body to the other side.

Was he upset that you discouraged him from talking to you all night? There were literally no words that could possibly be exchanged between the two of you, so forcing conversation was rather pointless. Hopefully it was just a tinge of aggravation from slowly becoming tired.

You closed your eyes, hoping to eventually drift off to sleep. You hoped that nothing like last night would happen again, due to not wanting to deal with the same embarrassment as the night before.

Except, you weren’t so lucky.

You woke up once again with Kaveh gently clinging onto your body. This time, however, you unfortunately found yourself in a slightly worse position than last night. Although you weren’t being suffocated, your face was practically shoved into his chest. Once this had fully registered in your head, you wiggled yourself back slightly to allow yourself some breathing room, but didn’t completely pull away.

He had enough trouble falling asleep that night, and you figured that you wouldn’t risk accidentally waking him up. Consider it an act of kindness from you to him, despite the awkward context of the situation.

Maybe his unconscious snuggling wasn’t a one-time thing. Perhaps it was a…two-time thing?

Apparently, it was not. He did it again the night after, and once again, you gently pulled yourself away.

And then he did it again the night after that.

And again.

Was he even aware that he was subconsciously holding you close as he slept? He could’ve decided to not mention it, similar to how you thought of the situation. Neither of you were expressing any form of discomfort, or bought it up in the mornings. However, it was starting to drive you insane that day after day, the idiot who was supposed to know everything about feelings and whatever seemed to be dealing with this so horribly. It would be different if it was an infrequent occurrence, but day after day, for multiple weeks? It was starting to eat away at you.

Though, something seemed to be eating away at Kaveh as well.

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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I loved this chapter. Malec in the beginning and sexy Anakin Skywalker. Chef's kiss.

But, christ, I have so much rage at David this chapter, some of which he definitely doesn't deserve.

“Is this why you haven’t been eating properly?” David asked him. Max managed a nod. “How long?”

This made it into the show. Doesn't that mean the entire freaking world would look at how ripped Max is in present times and just be like, yeah that dude has been going through a crisis. Cause you know the obsessive fanfic writers would be psycho analyzing everything!

“Yes,” David smiled. “Eat, mon ange.”

I'm terrified of whatever happened to make you into who you are now David. But for now I kind of hate you for not being who you used to be.

It was a rose-beige suit.

🤯🤯💘💣💥💞💞💞💞

“That’s why I say it thrice,” Max said again and kissed his lips. “Because it’s a critical command for me. I need to know you hear it every time I say it. I need to know you’ll remember.”“I’ll remember,” David promised.“Good,” Max smiled.

Cue my very violent sobbing in the middle of Christmas karaoke.

This was why he should go to therapy on a regular fucking basis. Not just once a month. Not just when he was pushed by the fucking court to do so.

YA THINK?!?! Goddammit!! Get your head out of your ass and figure out your shit!

Cue me screaming and kicking over a chair.

“I don’t want to go back to him,” Lance told him.

Fucking listen to him.

Lance snorted at that. “What if?”

Oh God, not good, not good!!

“Jesus,” he groaned. “Just let me die already. Fuck.”

😰😱😱😱😱😱noooooooooo!!

“Lance told me,” Max said quietly. “Congratulations.”

You just carried that ring around every moment didn't you? And you're actually letting it go.

“I didn’t say yes.”

Why the fuck did you do that David? Do you not understand that you're hurting him? Just marry the toxic substitute and fuck off.

“Why did you get the ring back?” David asked.

You, sir, are an idiot. I'm sure the trauma didn't help.

“Max,” David whispered, his voice broken. “You’re crying.”

So what? You gonna write about it?

“Are you okay?” David asked, his voice barely audible.

As if you care? As if you can even let yourself admit that you do.

“Max!”

How dare you try to stop him?! You don't get to see his tears.

“I don’t know why you date him or what you like about him. But if it’s because he’s like me, at least a little bit, then don’t do it."

If Jaden was even a microscopic amount like you Max, he wouldn't have gone near David with a ten foot pole. Jaden is pure selfishness, you're anything but.

“I ruined your life once. Don’t let me do it again.”

Yeah, and he went and made millions off of it while exposing your vulnerabilities to the entire world.

“You didn’t ruin my life,” David gasped out loud.

You've been doing that all on your own for the last decade David.

He walked away.

How does it feel David?

Ughhh, I know, ok, I know. My anger at David is not fair. David didn't do anything wrong by choosing to leave Max. Max fucked up and David did what he had to to survive.

It just hurts seeing Max alone and enduring a panic attack without the love and support he needs while David builds a home and raises their sons with Jaden. While David is profiting from their love story and not honoring the people that were a part of it. Its easy to hate David because of this.

Especially since it feels like the only reason they're not together anymore is because Davis chose to leave and not try to fix things with the person he actually loves. Instead he's choosing to live this sad half life and drag everyone down with him.

I agree. It's easy to hate David.

And if you notice,that's what everyone (in the story - and outside the story) seems to be doing as well.

But the thing is, it's not easy to get people to hate you, especially people who loved you and respected you. You actively need to make an effort to get hated on by the people you love, because they will excuse you behavior or rationalize it. It almost sounds like David is making an active effort to remove himself from Max and his family.

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hexpea · 2 years

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Ch. 21 - Just Moving

You heaved another of your boxes into the hallway, the neat stack perfectly piled against the hallway wall. You dusted off your hands before putting them on your hips to admire your hard work.

The next pain in the ass was going to be getting it into the moving van and trusting it'd make it to the airport safely. You were moving home...again.

"Y/N," Geto's voice suddenly appeared, "hey..." You looked up to find him standing at the end of the hallway holding the hand of what was his new girlfriend. She was standing awkwardly behind him, clearly not knowing what to make of his surprised reaction.

"Hey," you greeted in return and backed up into the threshold of your open doorway to let them pass.

He carefully squeezed past you, girlfriend in tow, and shut his apartment door quietly behind him as you continued on your business.

By the time he came back out, alone, you had finished putting the last of the large boxes into the moving truck - thanks to the help of the movers this time. You were about to head back into your room to start packing your carryon with the last of your things. Geto looked a bit disheveled, hair now down and a little bit stray. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, as if it were something he just randomly threw on.

"You're leaving?" He asked, looking at into your now empty room. "But you just got here barely a month ago."

"Yeah," you answered, "it's not the right fit here. I mean...I'd rather not, but I can see that I won't get what I want."

Geto flattened his lips in response, remaining quiet as he looked down at the ground toward his slides. "Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," you chuckled, "for putting you through all that work for nothing. And...I mean...obviously it's not like...you're available."

His eyes widened for just a moment before they went back to normal. He shifted uncomfortably and continued avoiding eye contact. "Right, not like that was your goal anyway. We already established that we don't work well together."

"I mean...I wouldn't have said no if you were interested," you admitted through your mumbling, now leaning on the door jamb and looking away. Your admission was both not a shock and a shock all in one - at least that's how Geto was taking it. "I'd even stop the moving trucks now...if..." you continued, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. Hearing the words come out of your mouth had officially changed things for you, but it wasn't as if he was just going to up and dump his new girlfriend for someone that had slapped him that hard.

"Move on," he advised curtly and turned his back on you. "I'm not interested." His attitude toward your gentle confession was absolutely uncalled for in your eyes. In a split second, you felt the fury begin to build in your chest. Where? Where do I go? You thought, feeling the lump in your throat begin to grow.

"I won't forgive you," you spoke up quickly. Your heart was shattered as quickly as it realized it had fallen in love.

He paused as he stood in his doorway. You stood up a bit straighter, preparing to defend yourself should you have to. But instead of speaking, he simply proceeded back into his apartment and slammed the door behind him.

You stood in the middle of the hallway, fighting back tears and feeling like a complete idiot. You couldn't believe that a person you had once held so dear could be so cold. You wondered what went wrong, how a single, little misunderstanding could have caused such destruction. It was as if something that the two of you had pent up spoiled into whatever you'd call this. But you knew that you had to stick by your word if you wanted to find happiness. You had to go home and start something new for yourself. You weren't going to forgive him.

As soon as you got your bearings, you turned back into your bedroom and opened the final drawer filled with your things - the things you figured would fit in your carryon. You started by angrily tossing what you could into a suitcase that sat on your bare mattress, not caring if they were folded or not.

When you had turned back to the nearly empty dresser, you nearly lost it. Right in front of you laid the sweater. The sweater from the beach during your final exam a little over a year ago. You had forgotten you'd kept it all this time. With a tearful embrace to the fabric, you pressed it up to your face. After all this time, it still smelled like him...a warm, cozy scent that made those memories come alive again. And it also reminded you...

With tears in your eyes, remembering the good times, you looked down toward your leg. Yep, it's still there. The small scar from when you had tripped. Geto had tossed his sweater over your shoulders and had carried you all the way back to the hotel. You'd unfortunately have a permanent reminder of those times. Where did that version of Suguru go?

Evening rolled around, long after you had boarded your plane. Geto and his new girlfriend were set up in his living room watching some dumb movie Geto barely wanted to pay attention to. She was curled up on with her head on his lap and taking a nap, his arm around her waist as he stared blankly at the television though not paying attention at all.

"Hey, man!" Gojo suddenly appeared, unannounced as that was all he was good for, and shocked Geto out of his minor trance. "This was sitting outside your door," he lifted up what appeared to be a black jacket.

"Oh," Geto's voice was quiet out of the shock of not having seen that particular jacket in ages. He knew exactly where it was from. "Thanks...just, toss it on one of the dining chairs." He nudged his head behind him toward the dining area of the open concept.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Gojo asked as he did as Geto asked and tossed the jacket across the back of one of the chairs. "We had a scheduled...thing." Geto turned his head to his friend to give him an "are you kidding me" look as if it wasn't obvious what he had planned with you.

"She went home," he answered and turned his attention back to the television, beginning to stroke his girlfriends hair as a soothing mechanism. She lightly stirred to the new touch.

"Oh, like for a visit?" Gojo furrowed his brow from under his blindfold in confusion. "That was unannounced," he chuckled.

"No, like...for forever," Geto corrected him. "She's living there permanently." Gojo stared blankly for a moment, completely baffled by your sudden departure.

"That was...unannounced," he repeated without knowing how else to react. "Did she say why?"

"She said she didn't fit here," Geto's tone began to shift to one of irritation. "That's it, nothing else."

"Got it..." Gojo trailed off. "How are you doing? You okay?" He was cautious to ask, but just as he discussed with you - Geto seemed to be getting bad again, having struggled with waves of depression on and off over the past few years.

"Peachy," Geto mumbled without turning his head, still staring at the pointless movie that played on the screen.

With perfect timing, the girl on his lap began to stretch out and wake up. Gojo stood by awkwardly as she sat up.

"I'm gonna' go," she mumbled groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"Alright," Geto gave a small smile and brushed hair away from her face. "I'll see you out."

Gojo waited patiently as Geto said goodbye, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning to one side as he watched the pathetic display. Geto turned around from his front door to find Gojo with an expectant look on his face.

"Let's go out," Gojo said immediately as soon as Geto turned around. Geto gave an audible sigh to Gojo's request.

"You know I don't like going out. And you don't even like drinking," he pointed out, "so why would we go out?"

"Sure, but sometimes it's like medicine," Gojo had meandered over to Geto, tossing his arm over his friend's shoulder. "Let's unwind a bit, we've had a stressful month - what with our missions...and other things."

"Fine..." Geto grumbled, shrugging Gojo's arm off of him.

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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hi there, cherry!

i read tears in the rain (again! no one is surprised) and it got me thinking - will a person who underwent surgery have any marks left on their chest, like scars or stitches? or as a part of the lore, do they magically disappear? i've never read hanahaki disease fics before yours so i am unaware of this just yet..

i just can't stop thinking about how the reader would see it all the time and try their best to remember why they had it but to no avail, while everybody around them probably avoids having to answer their questions truthfully. it hurts, but in a good way (god i love angst so much)

hope you're having a good day, and thank you

i love your stories as much as i love you!

hi, poppet!

solid question - and here's the thing. folklore has a plethora of explanations, so from my research, it's more common that the person who had the surgery doesn't remember the reason they had surgery, and their scars heal crazy fast so they're no longer there.

however, there's a thousand ways to write Hanahaki so there's a possibility that there's scars. and the very idea that baby girl has to look at them everyday but she can't remember? pure pain.

but that's such an interesting idea. like, she sees the scars and gives herself stress headaches trying to remember but she can't. her parents won't answer her, and when she asks her friends, they're swift to change the subjects.

and they're also really supportive of her scars; they might be borderline prouder of them than she. THEY remember why she needed the surgery and the bravery that was required to go through with it - so, they do their best to avoid her questions out of sheer want to protect her.

wanna be hurt more? what if it's Eddie that tells her she had surgery?

hear me out - he avoids her, gives her space, doesn't want to hurt her anymore. and he finds himself at Lover's Lake, in the spot they always hung out in; just smoking and watching the creepily-still lake surface.

he hears someone approaching but doesn't react because he just wants to be alone and prays whoever it is moves on.

but then you're sitting next to him after spotting him and figuring it was okay to approach because you thought you wanted to be alone too, but something in your stomach twists and you'll shyly introducing yourself to the boy you shared History class with, missing the single tear that falls from his eye out of pain. he'll play along and choke back his rest of his tears before you're asking him for a hit of the joint he's smoking.

he'll pin you with a confused look, "you can't smoke."

"why not?"

"you just had surgery, like, 3 months ago."

your head cocks, "you know?"

"course i do."

"well, do you know where the surgery was?"

he'll, again, pin you with a confused look. "what do you mean?"

"well, i can see the scars but i can't remember why i needed surgery."

he nods slowly, so fucking slow it's almost missed. he'll take a long pull of his joint and his eyes will fall to the dark dirt beneath you both; moon casting the only light.

"you had surgery on your lungs."

he takes a long hit to halt the emotion on his tongue.

"what was wrong with them? i can't remember that either, and nobody wants to tell me..."

he'll feel this overwhelming empathy because he figures you deserve to know what happened to you. "you were dying," he'll admit quietly, drawing his knees in and hooking his arms around them. "and you made a really brave decision to have the surgery. it... it saved your life, so, maybe that's why they don't wanna talk about it. it scared them that they'd lose you, so, they don't want you to remember that pain."

"what pain?" your voice is in a whisper.

and he'll finally look at you and the moon's glow will make his eyes shine brightly; you'll clock his tears as they fall, but you're distracted by his words, "the pain i caused you."

i'm hurt again. but i love you, too, poppet!! thank you for sending this in!! 🖤

edit: i'm supposed to be resting but wonky brain now can't let this idea go so guess who's outlining and fleshing out fics!! lowkey might have to incorporate this into a fic 🤔

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moonvenerer · 2 years

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At My Beckon Call

I’d be a fake Xiao Main if I did not write for my boy. Anemo husbandos hit different I swear.

Xiao x Reader

“Why did I entertain Hu Tao’s creepy stories of the world of the unseen?” you question yourself out loud. Night fall has long since passed and you had a long dark walk to Wangshu Inn where you temporary lived. Every little sound made you jump, already quite the scaredy cat.

Your fear of the supernatural is quiet ironic given your the lover of a well feared Yaksha.

However, Xiao has always been gentle and kind with you, never giving you a reason to fear him.

You thought distracting yourself with thoughts of your partner would calm your nerves as you walk along the path but you were proven wrong when your start to scream-your immediate reflex to stepping on a crinkled leaf. You begin to tear up, unable to handle walking the rest of the way home alone.

‘Just call out my name and I will be by your side’.

you remember your Lover’s words and at the top of your lungs you begin to call out “Xiao!”. You quickly begin to look around only to see that you’re still alone. This causes your few tears to break into a full cry “Xiao!” you scream out again and again. Until you feel someone grabbing your wrist and pulling you close to a hug. “What’s the matter? you’re in no immediate danger, you’re okay-I am right here Angel” every part of you relaxes in his embrace-almost losing complete strength in your legs due to the fear you initially bared. You squeeze onto your partner, burying your head into his chest as you cry and hiccup. Xiao was always only ever patient with you, rubbing slow circles on your back as he waited for you to calm down to explain the reason behind your distress.

Only when it sounded like your crying has stopped did he slightly pull away to look down at your tear stained cheeks. You almost lose yourself in his golden eyes, even after all this time certain features of his will always maintain this affect on you.

You explain everything to him, how Hu Tao’s stories scared you and you started to panic because of how dark it was. He quietly hears you out, occasionally giving your physical assurances of his presence by either stroking your hair and/or the sides of your arms.

“You know I am at you beacon call Starlight” he offers you a small smile as he tugs a hair of yours behind your ear. You slowly nod “I know I just often find myself so anxious of these things when you’re not here with me-I only feel safe in your arms” you begin to bite your inner cheek feeling a bit pathetic admitting this. He lets out a soft chuckle at your words and kisses your forehead, “You have nothing to fear, remember you’re the lover of the most feared Yaksha” He pulls you back into a hug “we spend so much time this close too each other are you aware of just how of me simply lingers on you?” he whispers in your ear causing you to shiver-always sensitive to him. Whenever you react like this it always makes him grin and bring out his mischievous side but it was not an appropriate time for all that-not yet at least.

“I assure you nothing that scares you will dare to come close to you-you reek of Yaksha” He continues in his hushed tone. You couldn't help but giggle a bit at his wording. Your giggles were interrupted though by a squeal as he suddenly readjusts so that he was carrying you in a bridal style. “hold on tight Starlight, its about time we head home”

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“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, kissing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

introduction 1 2 3 5 6

𝐚/𝐧: PART FOURRRRR its starting to get so good ! this chapter is kinda shorter than i wanted but i didn't wanna make it too long lmfao. also i don't watch hockey so idk how to write it 😭😭 as always, i hope u all enjoy and if anyone wants to be on the tag list lmk!!! i love u all <333

xoxo ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

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matthew sturniolo,

sat up in a hurry, awaking from his dream. he picked up his phone, looking at the time. 3:18 a.m. he rubbed his tired eyes groggily, trying to shake himself from the dream he was just having.

he was at the park late at night hand in hand with a girl. she wore baggy jeans and small tank top, an oversized black sweatshirt draped over her shoulders. she was wearing matt’s black sweatshirt. her brown hair was tucked behind her ears, falling into pretty, loose curls.

“i had so much fun tonight matt,” she whispered to him, drawing shapes on the back of his hand as they sat down on a nearby bench. she looked up at the stars, then turning to matt. “aren’t they so pretty?”

“yeah.” he breathed, looking at the girl next to him, but she was looking up at the night sky again. he couldn’t quite make out her face, until she turned to face him.

addilyn.

that’s when matt woke up. why was he dreaming about addilyn? why was he on a date with her? and why was matt’s stomach starting to do somersaults as he recalled the details from his dream? he shook his head, reaching for the water bottle he kept on his bedside table, taking a long sip. he laid back down, trying to push the dream out of his head.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

the whole morning he was getting ready, matt was totally spaced out. his dream continued after he went back to bed in the middle of the night. so much for trying to shake it. chris took notice of matt’s out of character behavior when he nearly ran through a stop sign on their drive to school.

“dude what the fuck is wrong with you this morning?” chris yelled at his brother. matt just shook his head.

she looked so pretty. not that addilyn didn’t always look pretty, because she did. she gave matt a soft smile and rested her head on his shoulder as they sat on the park bench, hands still intertwined with one another. “i can’t believe i used to not like you.” she admitted quietly, almost to herself.

matt looked down at her as she met his eyes. “i always liked you.”

“weird dream man.” matt told his brother, looking to make sure he was in the clear before he continued driving. as they pulled into the school parking lot, they both saw addilyn and nick get off the bus together. nick stopped getting rides from matt after their argument about driving addilyn to school. matt’s stomach dropped when he saw her. she looked how she did everyday. unruly curls that were in desperate need of a new hair routine, a baggy sweatshirt and ripped jeans. but there was something about her today that was making matt’s chest heave.

get yourself together, matt, he told himself, it’s addilyn richardson.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

to: addilyn

from: matt (neighbor)

nick and chris are bugging me, can we work on the project at your house today?

matt’s finger hovered over the blue arrow to send his message. it was a lie, he had barely even seen nick this morning, and chris was tolerable today. he just wanted an excuse to be alone with addilyn. what has gotten into him? he walked into his math class, sitting down next to nick, and clicking send.

“hey,” his brother said, “you ready for our game tomorrow?”

matt’s face dropped. he’d been so caught up in his project this week he forgot all about his hockey game. he tried to save himself, giving nick a nod. “y-yeah man, of course i am.”

“good,” nick replied, “cause i invited addy.”

of fucking course.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

matt drove addilyn home today. at first she was taken aback by his offer, but thought nothing of it when he said “normally i wouldn’t let you in my car, but it’s only because i’m coming over to your house.” classic matt. they parked in the triplets driveway dropping nick and chris off. addilyn got out, not even waiting for matt to follow, before making her way over to her front door.

matt caught up to her, about to make a remark on her leaving him in the car, when his words got caught in his throat.

“my parents aren’t home right now, they’ll both be at work until later tonight.” she said to matt, looking over her shoulder at him as she unlocked the door, letting the brunette boy into her house.

why was she saying this to him? was it just to let him know or did it mean more? matt shook his head. he was reading into it too much. and besides, it’s addilyn. nothing special. just addilyn. plain and simple. they got up into her room, matt closing the door behind them.

“do you want the bed or desk?” she inquired, putting her bag down and taking her notebook out. matt looked around, taking in his surroundings. it was so empty, it didn’t even look lived in. he tried to think of something mean to say, but his mind drew a blank.

“matt.” her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“uh, sorry. i’ll sit on the bed.” he told her, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. he wasn't sure why he was so nervous, they’ve seen each other every day this week. and everyday was the same, she was her usual quiet self until matt began picking on her, then they would argue. she would call him a dickhead and he’d call her annoying, calling it a night after a few hours of going back and forth. but today felt different, and matt didn’t know if he liked it or not.

“okay, me too.” addilyn smiled sweetly at him. matt felt his knees go weak. she sat down at the edge of her bed, pulling her notes and computer into her lap. matt found home beside her, trying to keep a distance between the two of them.

“so i was looking at different materials we can use for our project in lunch today, this is what i found.” addilyn explained, opening a tab on her computer. matt was sat a good foot away from her, and could barely see the screen. addilyn noticed. “scoot over a little.”

“whatever.” he sighed, but matt still obeyed, shifting himself so he was sat directly next to addilyn. he could smell the scent of her shampoo mixed with perfume, smelling sweetly of fresh flowers and coconut. she titled the screen towards matt more.

“what do you think?” she breathed, turning to face him. matt looked down at her.

matt looked down at her as she met his eyes. “i always liked you.”

“you have?” she smiled at him. he was so close to her, he could see every detail of her face. the way her eyes glimmered in the moonlight. the light freckles that danced across her nose and light pink cheeks. she looked so pretty.

“yeah.” matt breathed. he slowly dipped his head down, catching his lips with hers softly. she kissed him back, tasting of watermelon chapstick and bubblegum. she tilted her head slightly, cupping his face delicately with her hand. matt smiled into the kiss.

“matt.” her voice bringing him back into the present. he felt his knee brushing against hers. this was going to be a long session.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

matt ended up staying over for a good four hours. they were actually productive and worked well together when they weren’t busy arguing with one another. addilyn noticed the change in matt’s demeanor, and brushed it off as him being tired. he was never this nice to her. addilyn wasn’t sure if nice was a good word to describe matt tonight. she would probably say something like spacey, or aloof. but they weren’t arguing, and that’s all that was important to her.

around 8:00, matt decided to call it a night. he needed to sleep well before is game tomorrow, and he couldn’t handle another five minutes alone with addilyn in her room. she was sitting a little too close to him, smiling too nicely, and looked too pretty. matt was losing his mind.

“do you want me to walk you down?” addilyn asked matt, closing her laptop, and turned to face him on the bed. matt shook his head no. “okay, well, i’ll see you tomorrow at your game.”

matt smiled weakly at her, wishing her a goodnight. he quickly packed up his belongings, leaving her room in rather a hurry. again, addilyn observed matt’s weird change in attitude today and waved to him as he left. she didn’t want to get her hopes up and think he was finally being nice to her. but she would admit that she actually liked being around matt tonight. he was kind of sweet when he wasn’t calling her every name in the book.

addilyn broke away from her thoughts when she saw matt’s bedroom light flick on. she looked up at him, finding he was already looking at her first. unlike every night this week, matt smiled at her. actually smiled, from ear to ear, and waved to addilyn. she smiled back at him, closing her blinds.

*₊˚ 𓂃✧

addilyn richardson,

stepped off the public transport bus, heading towards the ice rink. nick and chris’s game started at 2:30p.m., and she had just barely made it, getting there at 2:27. she hurried inside, making her way down the bleachers to sit with the triplet’s parents and older brother. she was nervous, to say the least. she’d never gone to a school game before, yet here she was, sitting in the very first row of her high schools hockey arena to watch them play their biggest rivals. somerville was considered a small town outside of boston, but it was a big enough town to have two high schools. addilyn looked around, seeing all her classmates sitting on the opposite side of the bleachers, all dressed head to toe in their school colors.

the buzzer buzzed, signaling the start of the period. the announcer began talking over the speakers that surrounded the arena, introducing both the teams. he announced away team first, and then the somerville team. addilyn watched in amazement as he named each player as they skated out onto the ice. the announcer called out chris, nick, and then matt, and addilyn watched as they all skated around the rink, waving to her and their family. she could have sworn in the split second matt passed her, he smiled at her.

after matt left addilyn’s last night, she could not stop thinking about him. she tossed and turned in her bed, replaying the way he looked at her, like he was absorbing every word she spoke. normally, he wouldn’t even look at her when she talked, but last night it was as if he was studying her face, trying to remember every detail of it like he’d be quizzed the next day on it. she realized in the overhead lighting of her bedroom how blue his eyes really were. it took anyone with a pair of working eyes to see matt was attractive, but addilyn felt she saw a secret side of him while he was up in her room. she noticed small details about him, like how he constantly felt the need to run his hands through his hair while he spoke, or how he bit his nails a lot when he listened to someone talk.

she watched the game intently, making small conversation with the triplets’ family. matt, nick, and chris were all really good hockey players. addilyn was stunned at how flawlessly they glided over the ice, passing the puck back and forth, barely even having to look up at one another. there was about a minutes left in the third period, and both teams were neck and neck, tied at 2. the rival team had the puck, and were heading towards the goal at top speed. the player who had the puck attempted to shoot, but matt extended his stick out, blocking it from reaching the goal. he quickly skated around the attacker, passing the puck to chris, who was playing as a center. chris skated as quickly as he could to the goal, passing the puck to nick who was near the goal at the last second as the defense from the other team swarmed chris, trying to posses the puck once more. the puck slid across the ice directly into nick’s stick, and he made his shot, the puck meeting the back of the opposing teams net as the buzzer went off and the game ended.

the somervile side of the arena erupted in cheers, everyone jumping up and down, hugging one another. addilyn watched chris and matt practically run over to nick across the ice, wrapping him into a huge hug, and the rest of their team joining the brothers. as the team split apart, chris, nick, and matt all skated over to where their parents resided with addilyn.

“you boys did amazing!” their mom gushed, blowing them each a kiss on the other side of the glass. addilyn nodded in agreement with her.

“i’m so happy you came, addy!” nick expressed, glancing over his shoulder watching the rest of the team skate off the ice and heading to the locker room.

“yeah, you need to come to our next one too.” chris told her, smiling wildly, putting his arms around his brothers.

“is she coming to lunch with us?” matt asked his brothers kind of quietly, as if he didn’t want to make it known to addilyn that he was asking about her. he looked over at his two brothers, breaking away from chris’ embrace.

the two boys looked at matt as if he had another head. was he actually inviting her somewhere? normally it would be the other way around, with matt huffing and puffing about having to spend more time than necessary with her. but matt was looking at chris and nick with a small look of plea in his eyes. chris turned to look at addilyn.

“come get lunch with us?” chris offered to addilyn, who stood still. she didn’t know if she could handle another day of being so close to matt if he wasn’t being mean to her. it was driving her crazy. but it was the good kind of crazy, that was making her stomach churn when he would smile at something, or make her hands clammy if they accidentally brushed with his to retrieve a pencil.

it's just matt, addy. the same matt who calls you annoying and a waste of his time, she tried convincing herself, he doesn't even like you.

“y-yeah, i'll go out with you guys. ” she nodded slowly. all three of the triplets grinned back at her.

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BC!JK

you wanna know how many straws broke the camels back? it was probably five. five meaning it took five days before you were pushed to your breaking point.

you didn’t want to accept jungkook’s feelings? fine.

you think he’s a bully? he’ll show you a bully.

jungkook doesn’t attend his classes with you anymore. matter of fact, he’s back hanging with his friends who all agreed in making your life worse than hell itself.

they bump into you from time to time with jungkook purposely shoving you onto the floor, knocking your belongings on the ground, and purposely tripping you to make you fall. if danielle comes to your defense, jungkook easily sends hoseok and yoongi to mess with her to get her to fuck off.

they all take turns writing horrible things about you on your locker for everyone to see. oh yeah, jungkook burned your new journal AGAIN, yoongi spreads rumors about your crush on eunwoo and now the entire school won’t leave you alone about it.

you thought you were just some ugly loser? well now you’re a whore, slut, and a bitch. jungkook always tells you to shut up when you complain or says “it’s all your fault” when everyone harasses you.

this behavior happens throughout the week over and over with little to no adult interference no matter how many times you bring it to their attention.

seokjin thought it was funny to snap your headphones like jongin did and did jungkook stop him? nope. he just shrugged his shoulders and carried on with his new presumed fuck buddy, kim yerin.

taehyung tore your sketchbook apart and again, no one helped you. everyone just laughs at your torment and calls you a crybaby for whining about it.

your final straw, the straw that broke the camel’s back was on a friday when you were minding your own business and jungkook took it upon himself to pour a whole carton of milk atop your head for everyone to watch.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!! I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING LIKED ME BUT YOU NEVER DID HUh? y-you…I HATE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK. I HATE ALL OF YOU” you cry before snatching your belongings with tears down your eyes and leaving the cafeteria not even bothering to look back to see if anyone was following you. you’re sure no one did because nobody cares about you anyways. you just wish you could disappear forever and never reappear. you thought jungkook was your friend all you did was tell him you couldn’t like him the way he liked you and in return he…he lied to you all over again.

you’ll never let him get close to you ever again. you take back all of the things you said about him.

“i should’ve never went to that fucking game” you cry while storming out of the building. “i should’ve never helped you with your homework. i should’ve never met with you at that café. i should’ve never believed you could change. i should’ve never believed you actually liked me. i shouldn’t have worn those clothes to impress you. i shouldn’t have walked with you to class. i shouldn’t have believed you were my friend”

It hurts him a lot to see you like this, he doesn’t want to make you cry, but you have just left him no choice, and it’s not like he enjoys seeing you in torture.. it hurts him alot.

And he does feel like a hypocrite, but why couldn’t you just accept his feelings and be with him and everything would’ve been great?

How many times does he have to make you understand that he doesn’t want to be with another woman that’s not you? Jungkook it’s quietly watching you as you cry screaming to yourself.

And your words are really harsh- but your tears are what’s causing him the most pain. Jungkook wants to comfort, and he wants to apologize but he can’t.

But his heart flutters when you admit to dressing up for him., to impress him… did you really want to impress him? Jungkook tries to get a look at you so he decides to approach you.

“Crying like always… pathetic.”

#ask: bc!jk

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milktea067 · 2 years

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Moondrop x gender neutral reader with anxiety!

Again, i have anxiety so I’ll be going into detail on the readers thoughts and experiences!

Warnings:mentions of scared reader, mentions of being chased by moondrop, mentions of being alone in the pizzaplex, mention of anxiety attack/panic attack brief mention of reader crying

Fear turned to fluff!

Not proofread very well! Moon quickly becomes dadbot!

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Run.

That’s all you thought as you weaved between the toys scattered along the ground, trying your best not to trip and fall.

You didn’t mean to come in here, you were just looking for the way out, and you thought that maybe someone in the daycare could help you. But boy were you wrong. So wrong.

“Bad children need to be punished. Who said you could run around after bedtime.” His rugged and rough voice hissed at you, not so far behind judging from how close the noise was.

Shit. He was getting faster while you were only getting slower, the fear and anxiety you were feeling zapping all your energy. You were also certain that running around and constantly weaving in between play structures also had something to do with it.

Just as you thought you could get away, your foot caught on the side of one of the sides, causing you to fall flat on your face while the very angry animatronic stomped towards you, the mechanical buzzing he emitted while spinning that half pale face around just above your shaking from.

“IM SORRY!! IM SORRY!!” You yelled in desperation, curling into yourself as you hoped that if he was really gonna do you in, he would at least do it quickly.

A couple moments of silence followed after your desperate apology, followed by more begging as the silence made your anxiety skyrocket, you couldn’t sit here in complete silence with this…thing on top of you.

“I-I won’t ever do it again! I promise! I-I just got confused I’m so so sorry!” You yelled, tears beginning to stream down your face as your pleads soon mixed in with your sobs for mercy.

The moon themed animatronic paused for a moment as his red eyes glared down at your shaking, sobbing form. You had apologized, how could he punish you now? No child deserved to be punished for a mistake.

You shuddered as you felt his cold metal hands reach down and scoop you up from the ground.

‘This is it. He’s gonna kill me. Please, if anyone is listening make him do it fast.’ You thought.

Able to feel him moving, you slowly peaked open an eye, praying quietly to yourself that you wouldn’t get in trouble for opening one.

He didn’t seem angry anymore. Instead, he seemed almost calm. Instead of towering over you with his terrifying stance, he was gently cradling you in his big arms, as gentle as you would expect someone to hold an infant. Like he was scared if he made a wrong move, you would break.

Funny how you both seemed to share that exact fear at the moment.

Wanting to at least be able to see the stars illuminating the play room before he finished you off, you slowly gathered the courage to look up, nearly jumping out of your skin as you found he was staring down at you.

“Bad children need to be punished.” He started, making your eyes well up with tears as you dreaded what came next. “But you…apologized. “

Huh?

Your eyes immediately shot open with confusion, staring right back into his glowing red ones. “I-I did…I-I’m really really sorry..” you said, sniffing softly as your eyes threatened to spill those gathering tears.

“Then you’re not a bad child…” he said, finally stopping as you assumed he made it to his desired destination. “Sleep. It’s past your bedtime.”

His cold, metal hands slowly set you down on the softest material you’ve ever felt, one hand gently holding the back of your head up while the other pulled a blanket over top your still shivering form and placed a pillow behind it, only then letting your head fall onto the plush item.

You hated to admit it, but after the scare you just had, what he was doing felt like absolute heaven. The warmth of the blanket was providing some much needed comfort. It almost felt like a hug.

Your eyes, wether you wanted them to or not began to close. Suddenly being made aware of just how tired you were. Physically and mentally exhausted.

Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by moondrop. He almost felt…bad for being partially responsible for your fear.

“Here. Take this.” He muttered, slowly slipping a plushy of himself under the blanket with you. It was…nice seeing someone cuddle up to it after seeing countless children favor sunnydrop over him.

Once he was sure you were sleeping, he gently ran his fingers through your hair. He’d never let himself get this close to someone before, in fear of harming them. But you…you were special.

To him at least.

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spilledkauffie · 3 years

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Dating Bruce Wayne HCs 🦇

xFemale!Reader // I just really love my batbaby, I wrote this for comfort at 3am. Sorry, it’s a little long!

Penthouse / The Mansion — when Bruce starts dating you he very quickly offers you a key to his penthouse and the mansion. While he means it out of trust and care for you, he also means it as a form of safety. Knowing that you can find a refuge in one of his safe houses makes him feel a little more at ease when things get seriously dangerous in the city. Once or twice he’s even sent you specifically to the mansion since it’s farther away from the inner city and he knows you’ll be safest there. || “you’re sure about this?” You question, amazed that Gotham’s richest Just handed over the keys to his house, “I mean I’m absolutely flattered, but I not allowed to just come over anytime-“ // “yes, you are,” Bruce assures you, “Wayne manor is as good as yours,” he shrugs with a half smile, seeing your face, “you know Alfred always likes company too.”

↳ he also explains that he really wouldn’t mind if you spent most of you time at his place. “Are you asking me to move in?” You smile, heart racing afraid he’d say no. “I don’t mean to impose, but here’s plenty of room, I’d love to have you there, after all the place could use a woman’s touch,” he blinks lovingly. “And so could you, Master Wayne,” Alfred comments walking by.

Driving the Lamborghini — you were shocked when he let you drive after you commented how much you loved his car. “Really?” You smiled, eyebrows raised, “but what if something happens- I- I won’t try to cause anything, but just what if-“ Bruce just smiles, looking over to you from the passenger seat, “if anything goes wrong, I’ll buy a new one, okay? Don’t worry, just have some fun.”

When You Found Out — Gotham isn’t a hard place to find yourself endangered in. Therefore when the Dark Knight showed up in the nick of time you found it curious that of all the crime situations he’d save you. It all made sense however when he dropped the gravely voice to quietly ask you, “are you okay?” // it took you a moment, looking over what you could see of his face, meeting his eyes you knew exactly who it was “Bruce?!” You say shocked, but he just repeats the question softly, “y-yeah, I’m okay, a little shook up, but-” // “I’m taking you back to stay with Alfred for the rest of the night. I promise I’ll explain everything in the morning.”

Falling asleep — since Bruce is usually up all night and still manages to make himself available for any Wayne company meetings, he is tired! More often than not he’ll fall asleep during the daytime hours. || frequently, you’ll be reading on the couch and he’ll come rest his head in your lap, hooking an arm under your knee and using your thighs as a pillow, before questioning what you’re reading. When you tell him he asks you to read aloud, naturally doing so, you stroke your free hand through his hair, gently fluffing it every now and then. Eventually, you hear him softly breathing, sound asleep. Typically you’ll stop reading aloud and just let him sleep in quiet.

↳ sometimes when you had plans for a day, you opt to cancel them based on how tired he is when he gets back. Finding him in his study, practically falling asleep at his desk, you let him know you’ll be staying home. Standing next to his chair, you tenderly reach your hand across his shoulders, rubbing them, when he stirs you tell him, “What? No, but you really wanted to go-“ he starts, sitting up a little more, looking up at you sweetly. “Bruce, I just want to spend time with you,” you almost laugh at how determined he is to wear himself out, “I don’t want to exhaust you, I really don’t mind staying home, as long as you’re home.” With that he pulls you into his lap; you reach your arms around his shoulders and he nuzzles against your chest, arms snug around your waist. You don’t mind one bit that he falls asleep, you just play with the tops of his hair stroking the back of his neck, hugging him a little closer, simply glad that he’s home & safe.

Hyper-protective — naturally, Bruce is extremely protective of you. Bruce has a really good understanding of independence, but he also knows the kind of guys in the elite society of Gotham (aka the people you’ll meet at parties he’s invited to). He’s always at your side, and loves to have you at his side at all times. Someone gets a little too friendly and Bruce is phenomenal at shutting them down. Typically they’ll only verbally address you, but should they ever try anything it’s a comfort knowing Bruce could, well, kick their ass if they laid so much as a finger on you.

Parties — Bruce can always tell when you’re feeling uncomfortable in the high-class society, you start leaning into him more and more, getting gradually more clingy as the night goes on. Bruce is a master as getting out of situations with easy excuses, so when he gives ones without you having to ask you fall in love just a little bit more.

Long Nights in the Batcave — after you found out, there are some nights you just can’t sleep knowing Bruce is out there getting into Heaven knows what kind of danger. Alfred often finds you sitting up in the Batcave with a hot cup of tea or sometimes coffee, so you can stay awake. Alfred’s become you buddy at staying up, most of the time, rarely he calls it a night, but when he does it’s usually because Bruce told him it was going to be an easy mission or it was just investigative. Alfred asks if you’re going to retire as well, “I know he would want me to just go to bed and not worry,” you admit, pulling your knees into yourself more, “but I just can’t help but worry about him.” Alfred watches you keeping a keen eye on the the tracking screen, “I know what you mean, I’m glad he’ll have someone much prettier to come back to now though.”

↳ when Bruce finds you sitting alone in the Batcave upon his return, he’s both relieved to see you and mildly frustrated that you didn’t get any sleep all thanks to him. “I thought you said you were going to try and get some sleep,” he calls to you, slipping off the mask as he makes his way over to you. “I was just worried,” you say in a small voice, sniffling, pressing the tea cup closer to your chest, in an attempt for some warmth in the cave. Sighing quietly, Bruce looked you over, “you should head upstairs, you’re freezing, I can tell.” Despite his efforts, you tell him you’ll wait until he’s ready too. So, Bruce wraps the heavy velvet cape around your shoulder in the meantime.

Aftercare — unlike some heroes, Bruce has the scars to prove it. He comes home bruised, bleeding, sometimes worse. You do everything you can to help with his injuries, even if that means just holding an icepack to the middle of his back. // Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bruce rests his forearms on his thighs, bending over slightly as you gently press the ice filled bag to his raspberry tinted shoulder. When he grumbles at the cold, you whisper "sorry" stroking up and down his bicep with your free hand as you pepper kisses across his back. Bruce takes your hand in his, turns to kiss your knuckles, and whispers against your skin, "thank you, somehow it feels better with you."

Aftermath — Bruce is usually a little more clingy after a serious fight with some injuries. He's thinking about what he could have lost, you, and if you'd lost him how guilty he would feel knowing he left you alone. Typically he also takes a night or two off, to recover, in which you can actually have some normalcy (save for him going down to the Batcave) in life. You stay with him in bed while he sleeps in, cuddling him until he wakes up and even then. You also help Alfred make him breakfast in bed, so he can take it easy for just a little while longer. // When it's really bad, you even take off work to stay with him. Combing his hair out of his face, you're the first thing Bruce wakes up to, "hey,. . .aren't you supposed to be downtown?" he asks, still groggy. "I took a few days off," you explain. "Did you tell him you were nursing Batman back to health?" He laughs. "No," you sigh, "I told him Bruce Wayne would buy out his business if he didn't give me two days off," you smile. "Oh, that makes things much easier then," Bruce kisses your wrist smiles up at you.

Batman voice — it has definitely happened once or twice, where Bruce will accidentally use the "Batman voice" on you, not even in arguments, but just in everyday things. Smiling widely after he address you with it, you turn with your hands on your hips, "did you just use your batman voice on me?" you nearly laugh, "what. . . no," he tries to cover up. "You totally did!" You laugh this time. "No-" but before he can finish his sentence you're already mimicking his batman voice standing in your most macho stance, walking towards him between giggles, "alright, alright," Bruce grabs you by the waist, pulling you close, "it just slipped out."

Daytime Sex — since he's preoccupied during the night (or at least most nights), Bruce usually manages to steal you away from whatever you're doing for awhile. He starts out fairly subtle, coming up behind you whilst you're working on your laptop, he moves your hair to one side and begins kissing the side of your neck softly. "Mmm, hi," you giggle, biting in your lower lip. "Hi," he noses your hair, "how busy are you?" You smile, looking over your shoulder as his hands slip down your sides, "how busy do you want me to be?" He pulls back, "with work? Not very. With me? Very." Naturally he sweeps you off your feet to the bedroom, or at least a bedroom when you're at the manor.

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"Let me in"

summary:

— you're trying your all to break down all of his walls but will he let you in or lock you out forever?

genre:

— angst to fluff

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— cussing

You've known Carlos ever since you were young. You recall seeing this little boy around your age causing havoc around town, the moment he accidentally locked eyes with you felt like destiny. From then and now, you've always been stuck trailing behind him despite the times he warned you not to follow him around. Years passed by yet Carlos hasn't pushed you away, which you took as a good sign.

You and he have this odd connection one may not easily recognize as friendship. Carlos seemed to often take advantage of your kindness, pull horrendous pranks on you, and even unintentionally hurt you sometimes then forgetting to apologize. You understood the way that he was and saw him in a different light than the majority in Encanto. Even when it seemed like hell being near Carlos, he never considered you to be a pushover, it's a little weird that you decide to stick with him out of all people but comforting to find you can tolerate him. You couldn't control Carlos but you chose to understand his nature and honestly, he's too prideful to admit how much he cherished that.

Carlos' twin, Camilo, found it amusing to witness the way his hermano reacts around you. It's always so different from others. For instance, Carlos never invaded your personal space. He was more patient and he even gives you free food which Camilo has never experienced not once in his life. There must be something in you that made you so special that Carlos' is willing to spend his time with you instead of his family.

Time goes by and things change, that includes the way you would look at him.

It happened when a group of teens approached you when you were alone. They began taunting you, though you ignored them it was easy considering you were close with Carlos and he teases you so much. But then they began harassing you and crossing your boundaries, of course, you stood up for yourself but your effort was futile. When they were about to get physical, Carlos shows up.

"And just what do you think you're doing, you pedazos de mierda"

Before you knew it, a fight has occurred in front of you. Carlos wins the fight with several cuts and bruises. You were aware of his reckless and violent attitude, it scared you whenever he gets himself hurt in a fight. Feeling guilty, you carefully lead him to his tía Julieta. It was then you sat quietly with him in the kitchen as he ate a snack to heal up, Carlos faces you with a bland expression.

"Did they hurt you?"

He asks. You were a bit caught off guard since he doesn't always express his worry for you openly.

"No, they didn't"

"Good, god knows what I've done to them if they got my friend hurt"

My friend?

Your eyes widen at him, he swiftly avoids your gaze. You open your mouth but cut you off with a scoff.

"Oi, don't mention it-"

"I'm your friend?"

You ask and point at yourself with a tilt of your head, Carlos silently cursed at how adorable you looked.

"Duh, we've been unfortunately stuck together since you started following me around town"

"Geez, I thought you considered me like a roach or something"

You giggle. Carlos looks at you with a grin.

"Well, I consider you as a dumbass on a daily basis"

"Oh come on stop ruining the moment, Carlos!"

You joked and eventually, you two burst into a small fit of laughter. That moment felt like a fever dream whenever you'd remember it. It was the first time you laid in bed that night, wide awake and thinking of the way he looked so handsome when he laughed.

Having feelings for your friend is such a burden. It's been so difficult to look into Carlos' eyes without getting lost in them. There are times he noticed your uncomfortable behavior around him and even asked if somebody was bothering you again. You found it sweet that he's willing to give someone a piece of his mind if he ever found you hurt. Or maybe he just found fun in beating somebody's face up.

Another thing about Carlos was that he was unpredictable, that is why his pranks always go smoothly each time. God knows what's swirling inside that clever mind of his, it's probably not you. He's been on your mind almost 24/7, it's maddening when he's the last thing you think about before sleeping and the first when waking up.

When you thought your connection with him would never change until you find him alone by a riverbank. Carlos looked so downcast, you got closer and saw there were tears dripping down his eyes. He was frustrated as he bit the bottom of his lip while heavily breathing.

"Carlos?"

You call out. He flinches at your voice and immediately wipes away his tears and pretending that he wasn't crying.

"What the hell are you doing here, [Name]?"

He tried his best to sound tough but his voice wavered. You approach him gently and sit next to him by the riverbank.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"You're such a bad liar, Carlos"

You teased as he groaned and tugged the roots of his hair. Carlos inhales then faces you, he opens his mouth but nothing comes out.

"Hey, you can tell me anything, I won't tell a soul"

You assured him. Carlos pursed his lips and avoids your eyes.

"My family hates me..."

You let out an offended gasp and he only scoffed at this.

"Why would you think that? Your family adores you, Carlos"

"Ugh, that's what they want you to think! Behind closed doors, they always preferred Camilo over me, including mamá and papá"

He throws a small rock into the river and watched the water splash.

"Camilo was always the most charming, handsome, talented. That cabrón was the full-package, everyone in town was practically worshiping him. I hate when they say I should be more like him"

You listened and your heart literally shattered by what he said. You prevented yourself from spilling all your feelings on him so instead, you offer him a hand on his shoulder, Carlos finally meets your eyes with a raised brow.

"Carlos, you don't have to be your brother to be better. I think you're great just the way you are"

Carlos squinted his eyes at you with suspicion, trying to figure out if you were lying or not.

"So what if you're not good at acting, entertaining, or making people laugh? You're just as equally as talented as your brother"

You point at his hands.

"You can play the guitar, Carlos"

His face heats up within a second.

"O-oi! Don't bring that up!"

"What? You're amazing at playing the guitar!"

Carlos grumbles. You gently reached to touch his knuckles, they're a bit redder than yours since he's been getting into more fights lately.

"I hate seeing you fight with others but I do admit-"

You look deep into his eyes, his nose scrunched.

"You're pretty badass, Carlos"

Something you said must've irked him so much that he pulls his hands away and stands up. You saw this unusual look on Carlos' face it was almost like he was disgusted with you. Suddenly, he turns around and leaves you dumbfounded. It was also the last day you've spoken to him.

You eye him afar, Carlos never made the effort to explain why he left so abruptly. You were so confused and hurt by that and you have nobody but yourself to blame. It's been weeks since he's begun ignoring you, behaving like he didn't get in a fight for you, pretending like he was never friends with you. You've wept several times and wondered if he locked you out. The words you told him that day kept replaying in your head, you were trying to figure out what you said wrong.

One day, you decided to approach Carlos because if you didn't, you felt like you would go insane. You spotted him one afternoon, eating a mango he recently stole. You held your breath and walked to him, he faces you with mild bewilderment but it turns into boredom when he realized it was you.

"Carlos, can I talk to you?"

"No, I don't want to see you and your face ever again"

Ouch, that hurts more than you expected.

You were motionless for a second then turned away, preventing the tears from forming in your eyes. You sat alone on the same riverbank you last had a deep talk with him. You remember the times you would open up to him, show him your vulnerability and your biggest secrets, you believed he kept them. You tried tearing down his walls slowly and as softly as you can because deep down, you know Carlos is something more than what he shows on the surface. You just want to be the only one he lets in. But you fucked up, horribly. And now the friendship you had built with him since childhood is wasted away.

When you finished sobbing, you realized that forcing him to put his walls down was a dumb move. You shouldn't have done that now look at what it cost you. If Carlos wanted to end his friendship with you, so be it but he could've at least let you apologize first. You decided it was your last hope to either mend the connection or permanently lose it.

The longer the days you spend without him, the harder it was to approach him. You did everything you could to at least get an inch closer to him. Even begged Camilo for help. Yet all failed due to Carlos' unwillingness to see you. You're so hopeless and crushing on your best friend you've now lost. You prayed he'd be the one to approach you though that moment seemed so impossible.

Then you began to build your own walls around you and shove these feelings you had for Carlos below to rot in hopes you'll forget about it. If anybody asks about what happened with you two, you'll just shrug and behave like you never knew him in the first place.

You were doing fine without him until you saw his face, and now you can't erase the sudden thoughts you thought you buried a long time ago. Carlos was walking towards your way and you panicked. He sees you leave in a hurry so he rushed. You were figuring out a way to completely avoid him, to lock him out. For so long that you've torn your walls down for him only for him to walk out, and now you're struggling to build your walls back up again.

"Oi, [Name]!"

Carlos calls and your heart almost leaps out of your chest. You scanned for a place to hide. Then your eyes landed on Camilo minding his own business, you nearly tripped when you ran to him. The poor guy was so confused when you were begging him to stop Carlos from talking to you. Camilo thought you wanted to talk to his twin and was now surprised to see you avoiding him. Nevertheless, he helps you.

"[Name]-Camilo?"

Carlos finds you hiding behind his twin brother, he noticed the way you cowered at his presence and it felt like a dagger was pierced directly to his chest. For all the years he has known you, never have you acted afraid around him.

"Lo siento, hermano, but [Name] doesn't want to talk with you right now"

Camilo tells him. Camilo was conflicted and sad to see how you two changed and acted like strangers. He was rooting for his foolish brother to confess to you! Camilo's heart was crushed to feel your hands tugging the back of his ruana, pleading for him to drive Carlos away. He gulped then took your hand in his. Carlos sees this and felt his heart stop beating. He glared at his twin then seethed. He was lucky you were there unless he would've smashed Camilo's face. Defeated, he walks away.

You took a deep inhale after Carlos left. All of a sudden, Camilo faces you then grabs your shoulders firmly.

"¡Dios mio! What happened to the two of you?!"

Camilo asks while shaking your shoulders. You began to sweat, not knowing how to explain to him.

"¡Por el amor de Dios! It's like watching tío Bruno's rat-novelas but it's more insufferable!"

He dramatically wipes a non-existent tear on the corner of his eyes. You let out a defeated sigh and explain everything that happened and admitted your hidden feelings for Carlos. Camilo runs a hand through his hair then breathed through his nose.

"That cabrón. Did he tell you that? Man, I thought he was going to confess"

You widen your eyes at him.

"¡¿Qué?!"

Camilo looks at you surprised then he rolled his eyes.

"¡Tienes que estar bromeando! It was obvious that Carlos was feeling something for you! Dolores heard him talking about how he likes you and shit so I confronted him and he basically kept denying he had feelings for you"

Your brain began processing what you just heard and holy fuck you wanted to tear your hair out. You could be just assuming things or Camilo is just lying, but you were ready to take a risk to confirm if Carlos had feelings for you.

"Ve ahora, talk to him, you'll thank me later"

As Camilo said that you frantically went running to Carlos. When you see him leaning against a tree, you straight up zoomed to him. His eyes turn up to look at you with shock and before he would utter your name, you attack him with an embrace.

It felt as though time as slowed down for Carlos, your arms wrapped around him tightly. He could smell your hair and feel your warmth. And all at once, you broke down all of his defenses. He stood frozen but when he wrapped his arms around you, he was too weak to deny you now. As simple as that, Carlos opens the door and lets you in.

"I'm sorry for what I said by the riverbank"

You first say, he buried his face on the crook of your neck and tried not to sob.

"No. I...I'm sorry for avoiding you"

Carlos whispered and you rub his back. You were about to pull away to look at him but he holds unto you tighter, unwilling to break the embrace.

"[Name], I like you"

Carlos confesses. Your heartbeat was banging in your chest, butterflies swirling in your stomach, and your legs felt like jelly. You clung unto him for dear life with eyes watering.

"I like you too, Carlos. For so long"

The second those words left your mouth. Carlos felt like he could run across the world, he felt like he was in the clouds, he felt so...free for trying to hide his emotions for years. When you both pull away from the hug and exchanged your confessions. Carlos had a soft smile on his lips, it was such a rewarding sight for you. And just like that, you let him in again.

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