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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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omg can ypu write something with one bed trope with shanks, rayleigh, rosinante/corazon and (if you’re comfortable writing him) maybe doffy?

I’d love if it could be like mutual pining ish and not established relationships 🫶

i don’t have a preference for how it’s written (like headcanons, blurbs etc) so just however you like it! i love to read the things you write 🤩

only one bed trope with the one piece boys

☆ characters: shanks, roger, benn, rayleigh

☆ up next: taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first w/ one piece boys

☆ a/n: absolutely loved this request! i'm still on marineford so i'm not super familiar with cora and doffy, but i promise i'll make up for their absence in this fic in the future ;3. enjoy!

shanks

It was a calm day at sea, with steady winds and vibrant sunlight.

Being a Red-Haired pirate meant drinking, and fighting, and a lot of playing cards, and more drinking.

As time passed you’d grown somewhat envious of crews with women on them. You longed to spend your idle time with other women, painting your nails, gossiping, even just spending time together.

Your crewmates tried as best they could, but there was only so much hair braiding grown men could tolerate.

Shanks, out of all of them, was the most eager to help you feel more at home. He let you paint his nails- though you were limited to red and black polish. He let you teach him how to make sugar scrubs, and even sometimes, if he wanted to “relax and rejuvenate” himself, he’d do facemasks with you.

You’d always thought he was handsome, even before you’d joined the crew. And had more than once found yourself staring at his wanted posters. But to be on the seas with him was an entirely different experience. The friendship that accompanied piracy was unexpected, but an unbelievably close bond.

You felt the same about all your crewmates, they were family and you knew you’d readily die for them. But you didn’t get the same butterflied around all of them that you got around Shanks.

When it was late at night and you were still outside completely unaware of the dropping temperatures and waning moonlight, he’d find himself making his way out of his cabin to find you and lead you back to bed, offering to braid your hair the way you taught him.

More often than not, you’d accept his offer, soaking in how gently he took your hair into his hands, his knuckles softly grazing the back of your neck.

You’d been lounging outside on the deck where the sun shone brightest, taking advantage of the unusually pleasant weather.

You laid out on a towel, the sun bathing you in that kind of pleasantly ebbing heat that makes you feel like it was coming from within.

You could feel your skin tanning, glowing, and glistening as the ship gently rocked back and forth.

Your bikini was tiny, a necessary measure to ensure that you got evenly bronzed, and you’d happily sauntered past your crewmates, unbothered by their playful whistles and cheers as you walked past them toward your spot.

After a peaceful fifteen minutes of sunbathing, you were joined by your captain.

“Mind if I tan with you?”

“Not at all, Captain.”

Shanks smiled, you knew he liked when you called him that.

He laid down next to you, your arms grazing one another.

You felt yourself dozing off, before a loud bang! woke you up.

You and Shanks both shot up, running toward the source of the sound, along with the rest of the crew.

A plug had gotten shot out of the hull of the ship and water had started flooding it.

Fuck, you thought, my room’s gonna flood.

Shanks and Benn barked commands at the crew and you all started working towards plugging the source of the flooding.

You were limited in your ability to help, given that you were still in a bikini and knew a lot less than your crewmates about plugging holes.

Shanks laughed as you got soaked by the water and by the time the problem was solved, he was out of breath.

You made your way back up to where you’d been, hoping to have caught some more sun before having to face your definitely flooded room. When you were greeted with the warm orange and purple hues of sunset, you headed to the kitchen for a beer.

You sat on the counter and turned when a slight knock on the wall beckoned your attention.

“Hey, Shanks.”

“So,” he started, not wanting to upset you, “Your room got-”

“Flooded. Yeah, I figured.”

You sighed, there was nothing of significant importance in there, and you knew you could buy new things, but it was going to be a pain in the ass.

“Thanks for confirming, though. I’ll go and buy new stuff next time we dock. The lack of a bed kind of sucks though,” you polished off the beer in your hand.

“Sleep with me,” he said.

“Ha. ha.”

“What? I’m being serious!”

You paused to consider it.

“Shanks, c’mon. I’ll take a bunk in the men’s quarters.”

“Not sure that’s any better.”

You laughed, “It’s definitely not.”

He got up and extended a hand toward you, which, after a moment of hesitation, you took.

“You don’t even need to grab anything, I have a bunch of extra shirts.”

“And an extra toothbrush?”

He smiled at you, “We can share that too.”

“Ugh, gross.”

You waited until you were really tired to actually make your way over to his bedroom, hesitating before you finally knocked on the door.

He opened it, and it was clear he’d made his best attempt to clean up his room for you.

You sat on the poorly made bed and told him his room looked nice.

“Good enough to sleep in?”

“Perfect.”

He smiled with pride. It was sort of adorable.

He sat on the other edge of the bed, unexpectedly awkwardly.

You decided to lay down and make yourself comfortable, you pulled the covers over yourself.

“Very soft,” you noted.

He lightly laughed and followed in suit, situating himself under the covers.

You had your backs to one another- it felt too foreign like you didn’t know one another.

You flipped over, “Shanks turn around.”

He happily obliged, turning with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Reaching down, he pulled the covers up to cover your arms and the two of you talked about anything and everything.

Neither of you remembered falling asleep.

You woke up later than usual the next morning, the sun was already high and beaming through the Captain’s window. The soft duvet that covered you seemed as though it was trying to keep you in bed, and it had the generous aid of Shanks, who had a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He was still asleep, it seemed, and was breathing gently.

You should’ve been up hours ago to get all your chores and work done… but you had a feeling that the Captain might let you off the hook this one time.

Sleep started to weigh down your eyelids again, and you let it wash over you, snuggling back into Shanks’ chest. You fell asleep quickly, but not before feeling him press a soft kiss

to the back of your head.

roger

The warm bath water, full of bubbles and essential oils, soaked into your skin, slowly sloshing back and forth and back and forth along with the steady lull of the ship.

The few moments you got to yourself were always cherished. They were rare, and when they did happen you always felt anxious, but you finally felt as though you could relax.

You dipped your head below the water a few times, letting your hair soak, braiding it over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let yourself let go of all the anxieties, and worries, and stresses that came with being a Roger pirate.

The dim warmth from the candles paired perfectly with the bit of moonlight that made its way through the bathroom window.

And, like clockwork, when you’d allowed yourself to indulge in the moment and started to finally relax;

Knock. Knock.

You sat up, sighing.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you arranged the bubbled around yourself as the door opened.

Roger walked his head in, and just as quickly covered his eyes when he saw you in the bath.

“Sorry, Y/n,” he laughed, “Didn’t know you were taking a bath!”

“Right. Because that definitely isn’t what bath-rooms are for.”

He sheepishly tugged at the collar of his shirt, his hand still resting on his face.

“So…” he started, clearly guilty of something.

“Just tell me what happened.”

“Right. Right, well, you see, Rayleigh and I thought we might work on getting the boys to bond a bit more.. Since they fight so much.”

You sat in the tub, watching as he struggled to tell you why he really interrupted your alone time, not saying anything.

“Companionship is the most important thing for good pirates. Establishing connections. There is no better greatness than being loved, than having a partner, someone to rely on. And well, the boys are so young and they bicker so much and fight day in and day out, and so we figured we’d try and start patching that up while they’re still just kids-”

“The point, Roger?”

“Yes-” he stumbled over his words, “Yes- the point. Alright, so Rayleigh suggests a friendly game of catch, seeing as they were in good spirits and they agreed and so we started, just with simple baseballs at first.”

He slowly took his hand off his eyes and searched your face for some kind of expression, anything.

You gave him nothing, but your impatience was evident.

He cleared his throat, “And the boys seemed to enjoy it so I- so we suggested using something more challenging and… R-rayleigh found a bowling ball.”

You’d tried to keep a completely neutral expression, to keep him on edge. But at this, your eyebrows failed you and furrowed.

Still, you said nothing.

“And Shanks- strong boy, very adept and- and promising.. He, well, unintentionally of course-”

“Roger.”

He nodded and swallowed hard. “He threw it through your window. There’s glass everywhere. It broke the bedframe, there’s a dent in your wall. It-it’s a mess. That they’re cleaning.”

You remained silent. Wordlessly you stood up, earning an uneasy laugh from your Captain as he debated whether or not to cover his eyes again. He chose not to.

You walked toward him, reached past his shoulder, your nose grazing the tip of his, and grabbed your towel.

You dried yourself off and wrapped the towel around yourself.

“So where am I sleeping tonight?”

Roger smiled.

“No.”

“Would you rather sleep with Rayleigh? Or share a bed with the boys?”

You huffed.

You’d decided to take the right side of the bed, since it was closer to the door and, as you had so eloquently put it, “Get the hell out of here” in the morning.

Roger had laughed when you’d said that and despite your best efforts to stay upset you smiled at him.

The two of you lay down on your backs, facing the ceiling.

“Comfortable?” he asked. “No.”

He shifted and brought two arms around your waist pulling you into him.

Your cheeks turned a violent shade of pink, you didn’t like not being in control.

“Roger!”

“Nuh-uh,” he said, “Captain’s orders.”

You sighed but obliged, letting him spoon you.

His arms were strong and you could feel the muscles of his chest through the thin t-shirt he wore.

“You’re hugging too tight!”

He relented, albeit slightly.

You pushed his arms out and crawled on top of him, laying down on his chest, resting your head on your hand which was propped up by your elbow.

He laced his hands together and brought his arms up behind his head, laying on the pillow and looking at you.

You liked this more, you were on top.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Do you ever worry about those two?”

He smiled one of his signature smiles at you, “No.”

You pinched his chest.

“Ok! Ok- yes,” he admitted, bringing a hand down to rub at the spot you pinched, “Christ, woman.”

You ignored him, “So do I. But it’s only because I know they’ll both be great. In one way or another.”

“Or another,” he laughed.

You woke up in the middle of the night, your arms wrapped around your Captain’s neck, head on his chest. His arms were around your waist and he was out cold, lightly snoring.

You smiled and pressed kisses wherever you could reach.

In the morning, your anger would return and you’d give both him and the boys an earful. Rayleigh, too, if he wasn’t smart enough to wait out your temper.

But for now?

You’d sleep.

When Roger woke up the next morning your side of his bed was empty. He groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

When was the last time I slept that well? he thought to himself.

There was more sunlight entering his room than usual and he turned toward the source of it.

There, right in the center of his wall was a gaping hole, perfectly round.

On the floor beneath it was a bowling ball.

He stood up, contemplating the mess in his room. He looked through the whole to find you barking at Shanks and Buggy to continue mopping the floors. You had a ruler in your hands and Buggy was rubbing the back of his head.

He laughed, loudly.

‘I think I’m in love,’ he thought, before going out to join you in yelling at the two.

benn

“I’d like to apologize in advance,” Shanks announced to the crew, earning several groans in return.

“Yes, yes,” he continued, “Well, as it would happen, I miscounted. Two people are going to have to share a bed.”

This time the crew responded with some cheers and whoops, and you heard more than one person mention your name.

You sighed.

Hopefully, it was Lucky and Yasopp. They probably shared their bed anyway.

“To decide fairly, Benny here suggested we draw straws.”

More groans from the crew.

“Tough crowd,” Benn mused.

Shanks held up a plastic cup with a bunch of wooden sticks in it like a child at an arts and crafts fair.

He shuffled them around before drawing two.

The air was hilariously tense.

Who cares if they have to share a bed? you thought to yourself.

“Benn! Haha!” he laughed, “And…. Y/n!”

The crew erupted into a cacophony of whoops and cheers.

Your cheeks darkened and you nibbled at the inside of your cheek.

Of course.

You made brief eye contact with Benn, who looked as cool and composed as ever.

Noticed only by your Captain, was the slight blush that dusted his cheeks.

The room was smaller than either of you had expected.

And so was the bed. You’d have to practically be on top of each other.

“I’m more than good on the floor, you take the bed. I only ask for a pillow.”

You gave him a look.

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor Benn, and there’s only one pillow.”

You both sat in silence staring at the bed.

“I’m sure there’s a way… to work this out.”

You giggled, “In a 2-foot wide bed?”

Benn smiled.

“It’s funny. We’d die for each other in battle but a bed is where things get awkward.”

“It’s only awkward ‘cause you’re so awkward.”

He looked down at you, a somewhat insulted expression resting on his face.

“I’m fine sleeping with you!”

He raised a brow.

“N-no! No! Not like that! I’d never- I just meant like…” you gestured broadly toward the bed

“You’d never, hm?”

“See what I meant about you making things awkward?”

He laughed.

Sitting on the bed made things less tense, you folded your legs, sat on your heels, and faced Benn who sat leaning against the wall with his legs hanging off the bed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, searching for a lighter.

He came up empty-handed.

“I have one,” you said, reaching into the front pocket of your bag to grab your pink lighter.

“Cute,” he leaned forward, cigarette between his lips, lighting it.

You flipped through some pages of a magazine as Benn read.

“Can I try it?”

“Be a little more specific, sweetheart.”

Your body warmed up at the nickname.

“Smoking.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly, reaching for the cigarette that still resided between your vice-captain’s lips.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist before you could reach it.

You blinked to look up at Benn, “Let me help.”

He took the cigarette from his lips and brought it to yours, which were already so obediently parted.

You inhaled the smoke, your lips closing around the cigarette, gently brushing Beckman’s fingers.

“Take it easy,” he said.

You breathed in, tears pooling in the bottom of your eyes, and tried to hold it in, but found yourself stuck in a spasm of coughing.

Benn laughed, and rubbed your back, before taking another puff himself.

You scooted closer to him, emboldened by the burning heat in your lungs, and were practically on his lap.

“Let me try again,” you asked, “Guide me.”

“Okay.”

He held the cigarette to your lips, and you awaited instruction.

“Gently suck in the smoke- don’t inhale, just suck lightly.”

You obeyed, your lips softly closing around the soft paper, drawing in the smoke to the back of your throat.

“Good,” he praised, pulling the cig away from your lips, “Now hold it there for a moment, let it warm your mouth.”

You held it, turning to look up at him.

It took him a moment to find the words he was looking for, what with a majority of your ass on his lap, your hands resting on his chest, your eager doe eyes looking up at him- he was getting rather distracted.

“L-like that, yeah.”

“Mm-mmm?” What’s next?

He smiled, lightly laughing, “Now just inhale through your mouth as you normally would, but do it slowly.

Your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as you inhaled the smoke, feeling a deeply satisfying burning sensation spreading through your lungs.

Benn had opened the room’s main window earlier, and a cool breeze had found its way in. You got up, to Benn’s obvious disappointment, and closed it.

This time when you sat back down, you inched yourself the rest of the way forward, making your way fully onto his lap.

Maybe it was the smoke that had started filling the room or the fact that now you two were alone and touching there was no point in denying what you’d been feeling for one another, but this time, as he drew the cigarette from his mouth you leaned forward and placed your lips on his.

His lips closed back around yours, slowly at first- not out of hesitation but indulgence.

You felt his tongue lightly swipe your plump lower lip, teeth gently pressing down against it, and you released a staggered breath into his mouth.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as your mouth flooded with the flavors of tobacco and an unidentifiable clean taste, almost like lemon.

His hands found the fat of your ass, and as he laid his back against the bedrest, now fully taking up the bed, he lifted you up so you were fully on his lap, your thighs straddling his hips.

A strong arm trailed up your back, resting his hand against the base of your neck, gently pulling backward to give him access to your throat.

He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, his tongue swiping over every place he kissed. It made you incredibly sensitive and you started to softly squirm in his grip, moaning his name between kisses, holding half-lidded eye contact as strings of saliva connected your mouths.

You didn’t sleep much, despite Benn’s sincere efforts to get you both to bed. The last thing you vividly recalled before sleep outweighed your desire for more of him was how overwhelmingly sweet and sensitive his touch was on your body- how softly he handled you. His strong arms massaging your back and palming your tits.

The next morning you both awoke to a violent knocking on your door.

“Vice Captain! The Captain is requesting your presence, immediately!”

You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes, the idea of leaving the intoxicating warmth of your bed making your head hurt.

To your delight, Benn simply wrapped his arms tighter around you and flipped you both over to face away from the door.

“Tell him to fuck off! I’m busy!”

You giggled, knowing that the crew would put two and two together.

For a moment you worried about how they’d react- was this something that could potentially be dangerous?

As though reading your thoughts Benn gave you another reassuring hug, his hands finding your boobs, lightly squeezing them.

“Worry about it later, Sweetheart.”

And just like that, you fell back asleep.

rayleigh

“Tired already?” Rayleigh teased, handing you the beer you’d sent him to grab.

“It’s ten past three, I should’ve been in bed hours ago.”

He laughed, rubbing your back.

“I figured you’d have gotten used to the late nights after a good expedition.”

You shrugged, “I guess, but I’m never more tired than when we’re done with an ‘expedition’.”

He smiled at your air quotes around his term.

You popped open the can of beer he’d handed you and took a few big sips.

The moon was full and the clear sky ahead meant perfect travel conditions for when the crew set sail tomorrow morning.

The salty air smelled like home, and you took a few deep breaths.

It was chilly out, but the fire in front of you more than made up for it, and you felt warm inside from the several beers you’d downed.

The ship was still full of life, but it was now concentrated into small groups of partiers that were somehow still awake.

Your captain was, of course, one of the main contributors.

You leant against Rayleigh as the both of you watched him and laughed.

Your vision slowly blurred as you closed your eyes.

A not-so-gentle tap on your shoulder woke you up. You blinked your eyes open, suddenly aware of how cold it was.

A pair of strong arms were wrapped around your body, carrying you bridal style.

“What the hell?”

“Calm down,” Rayleigh replied, “You fell asleep and I figured I’d bring you to your room but it’s- uh, occupied.”

“What does that mean?”

You jumped out of Rayleigh’s arms and peeked into your room to see what was going on.

Shanks and Buggy were passed out on your bed, several alcohol bottles littering the floor. They were sleeping back to back like a pair of milk-drunk kittens.

“I don’t wanna move them,” Rayleigh explained, “Or they won’t sleep for a week- what with all that alcohol in their system.”

You hated to agree but the two boys were energy houses if you’d ever seen one, it was best to let them sleep when they slept.

“Okay, I’ll take one of their bunks then. Not ideal but if it keeps them out of the way…”

You walked into the room to grab your toothbrush and makeup remover and slipped past your vice-captain to head toward the men’s barracks.

“Y/n, sweetheart,” he called out to you, “Hold on a sec, will ya?”

You turned, “Rayleigh, I’m tired and I haven’t showered yet- what do you want?”

He walked toward you, approaching you with his typical confidence, standing in front of you so as to block your path.

“Why don’t you spend the night in my room, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, and pushed him to the side, too tired to entertain him.

He grabbed your wrists as you tried to walk away, pulling you into his chest.

He stood you still, wrist still in hand, and bent down to talk in your ear, and for some reason you let him.

“I’d like to use this opportunity to remind you that my room has its own private shower.”

You sighed.

“And a bath.”

Private bathroom… clean sheets…. Rayleigh. You thought about it for a second.

“Okay, fine but only this once.”

His room was bigger than expected. You had half a mind to chew him out for living like this while half the crew was stuck sharing bathrooms and beds, but you supposed that was one of the perks of being vice-captain.

“What do you think?”

He winked at you.

“It’ll do, I guess. Where’s the shower?”

He laughed, and despite your best efforts to not inflate his ego, you also smiled.

He pointed toward the bathroom and you entered.

You stepped out of the shower and looked for a towel, failing to find one.

Fuck.

“Rayleigh! Where are your towels?”

“Top drawer, sweetheart!”

Double fuck.

You inhaled, “Rayleigh?”

“Hm?”

“I can’t… reach.”

You could practically hear the infuriating smile spreading over his face.

“Coming,” he said, his voice had a slight lilt to it.

He knocked before he entered and you covered yourself as best you could. Not like he hadn’t seen this much before, right? You’d worn bikinis on board.

Wrong. He walked in and was struggling to keep his eyes off of you, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

This made you feel good- great, even. To have Silvers Rayleigh blushing at the sight of you? Scoundrel or not, you’d take it.

He grabbed you a towel and eagerly turned around to hand it to you.

“You know you’re gonna have to remove at least one hand to grab it right?”

“Which would you like me to remove?”

He seemed slightly taken aback at your sudden reciprocation of energy.

“Surprise me.”

He looked down at you with an intensity that you almost recognized- but this was different. You’d seen how he looked at enemies, at pirates and warlords he was planning on killing, but this? This was full of desire and lust.

Surprise me, his words echoed in your head.

He was so irritatingly arrogant. So self assured. You figured a lesson might be useful.

Before he could register what was happening you landed a heavy slap to his face, and wrapped the towel around yourself.

He held his cheek in shock, watching you walk out.

“Pervert.”

You got into his bed, not bothering to put on any clothes.

Extremely aware of his hawk-like watch on you, you sat up in bed and peeled the towel off. You faced away from him, to ensure he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing anything.

You slipped under the covers and turned off the lamp at your bedside.

Within seconds you felt Rayleigh crawling into bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing kisses to your neck.

“Pretty as you are, you give me a headache, you know that?”

“I know.”

Another kiss to your neck.

He trailed a hand up and down your arm, lulling you to sleep.

Yawning, you felt sleep start to settle into your body, feeling as though gravity was pulling you down further into the mattress.

“This won’t happen again, Ray.”

“I know.”

Three weeks later, you woke up in your Vice Captain’s bedroom for the ninth time since that night.

His hands were tangled on and around you and he was snoring loudly.

You turned to face him, his arms stayed wrapped around you.

“G’morning,” he yawned, “Sleep good?”

You kissed him, and then kissed him again, and again.

“I did.”

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whiskersz · 2 months

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Heyy! I hope you're having a good day. My fav hazbin character is Husk. Could you please do a ficlet where he and the reader have feelings for each other but are both nervous to admit it. Husk is having a bad day and maybe really stressed and the reader tries to comfort him? Maybe says something like "you're always a great listener for everyone one else, but you need someone to listen to you too". Lots of comfort, fluff, confessions, and love please! ♡♡ my heart aches for this sweet grumpy kitty!

Hey to you! This turned out a bit long, and maybe I did rush the end because I'm just...still not used to writing short fics, ahah. But hey, it's finished and I hope you enjoy it at least a bit!

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Husk x Reader - We found love in Hell

“I’m back!”

You announced, closing the entrance door of the Hotel behind you. You had gone out to run a few errands earlier in the day, and now that it was night the only thing on your mind was lying in bed and falling asleep.

Angel, already back from work and concentrated on his phone, waved at you tiredly; you decided to sit next to him on the couch after shooting a smile at Husk, who seemed grumpier than usual.

Albeit a bit lazily, you and Angel Dust started chatting for a bit, telling each other about how your day went and what you did. When the topic of the other residents of the Hotel came up, the spider demon lowered his voice to a whisper.

“I’ve got to say toots; Whiskers over there is in a bad mood today.” He revealed to you, making you perk up immediately.

“Oh, I did notice he didn’t seem up to a conversation, that’s why I didn’t bother him...” your gaze fell on his figure, all you could see was his back; he seemed to be busying himself with something. “You know if anything happened?”

Angel shrugged, then smirked at you slyly.

“Not sure, but I know of a few things you could try to cheer him up.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully before shaking your head.

“No thanks, I’ll pass. I’ll talk to him though, thank you for telling me.”

Angel knew very well of you and Husk’s crushes on each other, so he didn’t mind playing matchmaker sometimes. He guessed the best thing to do would’ve been to leave the two of you alone, so he stretched a bit before getting up and announcing that he was off to bed.

You told him goodnight, while Husk simply gave him a nod.

In all honesty, you felt a little bad going up to him for conversation now that you knew he wasn’t in the best mood, but you still did so in hopes of comforting him at least a little. When you sat at the counter, he finally turned around.

“Good evening Husk, how are you?” you faked ignorance and asked, resting your face on your hand. He fluttered his wings and nodded at you as a greeting, putting aside the cloth he had been using to clean the sink.

“Can’t complain. How about you? Want me to pour you somethin’?” he asked despite looking particularly beat, as Angel had warned you.

You shook your head.

“No, just wanted to, y’know... talk to you for a bit before going to bed. Are you sure you’re okay?” your warm smile admittedly made his cheek flush. He was glad that his fur could cover that up at least partially.

Concentrating on your question though, he gave you a deep sigh.

“Yeah, yeah. Just a couple things on my mind today, but who doesn’t go through that.” He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair; it was your turn to blush.

However you weren’t a fan of how vague he was being. You sighed, which made him turn towards you once again.

“It is common I guess. But even this morning you seemed troubled, so you know...you always listen to others, but it’s fine if sometimes you need to be listened to, too.”

Husk wasn’t one to have big reactions but, having been close for some time, you did notice his eyebrows raising a little at your statement. Still, you hoped he’d say something. When he didn’t, you continued to fill the silence.

“...Not to push you, of course. Maybe you want distractions, I can talk about my day or something...just, let me know how I can help now that I’m here, yeah?”

He took a deep breath, then leaned on the bar’s counter so he could be closer to you, copying your position with his head resting on his hand.

“Ya worry too much, really, I’m fine. Just had way too many interactions with...” he let out a sigh; Alastor, you guessed. It wasn’t surprising that he would be distraught after interacting with the demon he had lost his soul to.

He was pretty vague in his explanations of what happened too, but if he didn’t want to go too in depth about how he felt you were going to respect that. Eventually, the two of you noticed that it was getting late, so you decided to turn off the big lights in favour of smaller, dimmer ones that set a cosy atmosphere.

You sat comfortably on the couch, legs crossed as you listened to Husk speak about a lighter topic now; how everyone had been asking to mix way too complicated cocktails lately while he was already in a bad mood. You knew this wasn’t aimed at you as you either always asked for the same one or didn’t even order one at all, too busy dealing with errands for Charlie or yourself.

“...Thanks for listenin’, by the way.” He said suddenly, and you smiled at him.

“It’s not a problem, that’s what...friends are for.” You said hesitantly.

“Yeah, I s’ppose.”

Friends, you both thought, unbeknownst to each other. You and Husk had been friends for a while, always relying on each other when things got bad. Always managed to break through each other’s walls and get the other to talk about their deepest troubles.

It was clear to everyone at the Hotel that you two were very close, and saw the other in a very positive light, one that outshined the definition of ‘friend’; there was something more that you both wanted, but were too scared, perhaps because of past experiences, to go through with.

“Been a while since I sat with someone to talk about something until late at night.” Husk confessed, breaking your train of thoughts.

“It’s just because it’s me, I bet.” You said jokingly, yet boldly. He chuckled.

“Usually it’s the other way around. They talk, I listen. Feels nice to be listened to.”

Even though you were the listener in this case, he made sure to make you feel appreciated by basically confessing that there was nobody else he’d open up to. You admittedly felt too tired to conjure any insightful thought or answer, so you simply leaned against him; the sudden contact made his ears perk up, but he slowly got comfortable with it and cuddled closer to you himself.

“I’ll always listen to you, Husk.”

“I thought I lost the ability to love long ago;” you thought he was about to start another rant, so you slightly looked up at him to let him know he had your full attention; “Turns out my old heart was jus’ waiting for you to come along.” He finished, looking away.

You felt his wing tentatively reach to hug your side, so you shifted a bit to allow it to. It was warm, comfortable. Exactly how you felt around Husk.

Registering his words, the blush on your cheeks spread. This was his own way of confessing to you.

“I love you, too.” He let his head rest on the top of yours as you muttered those words nervously, as if it was a gesture meant to comfort you.

The next morning, Charlie had to contain a squeal as her and the rest of the residents of the Hotel found you cuddled up next to each other on the cough, sleeping soundly, wrapped in Husk’s wings as if they were a blanket.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #husk x reader #husk hazbin hotel #husk hazbin #husker #husker x reader #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months

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Taking their clothing because you miss them (Creepypasta)

two things: i promise im still working on the eyeless jack x reader fic to celebrate 1k TToTT my steam for writing the fic is just dwindling a little since its very different from my usual posts </3 but i still intend on getting it done! in fact id say its about halfway done, if you dont include proofreading and fixing stuff!! so theres definitely.. something.. i just dont have a time window for it </3 originally i was going to write this with ben/jeff/toby and make it platonic but, i realize this prompt is usually used for romance stuff so theyre gonna sit this post out, ill probably think of another group post soon to make up for it but shrugs getting into the writing i realize i wrote this prompt for some characters a while ago so im going to link those parts in their place

SLENDERMAN:

you take his tie! normally i would say his jacket, but i feel like thats such an obvious choice.. imagine you dont know how to tie it so he walks in on your fumbling with it. trying in vain to get it down... he probably thinks its a little amusing... i mean who wouldnt? kind of just watches you fiddle with it for a minute before making his presence known, likely making you jump. he would much rather you ask than take his clothing, he doesnt have much of it (though is there much need for it, anyway?) (non sexual obviously). probably teaches you how to properly do the tie. his hands absolutely consume yours

SPLENDORMAN:

just ask him and hes going to give you just about any piece of clothing he has on him! i like to think that he lets you have his hat a lot of the times. especially after he walked in on you trying it on.. sure it might be a little too big for you, what with splendor being very tall and thus having a larger head than yours... probably goes on and on about how adorable you look. i mean hes always telling you how cute or pretty you are but it hits different for him when youre wearing something of his. you dont have to ask for his clothing, hes very open to sharing! definitely gets an alternate outfit so he can match with you every now and then

MASKY:

naturally, you steal his jacket! i mean it looks so comfortable, does it not? this isnt an easy feat, by the way. since hes wearing it most of the time, so youre probably going to have to snag it when hes showering or something. quietly stares at you... he DOES think its cute but i do think he would try to get his clothing bad. another jacket similar in style to his mysteriously makes its way into your closet and its also in your size. dont ask where it came from.. he totally didnt steal it..! likely wouldnt want you to take whats his without asking or at least letting him know.. hence him getting your own jacket. wont physically rip it off of you, though, hes not that cold

PUPPETEER:

i think he loves seeing you in his clothing. he thinks you look cute.. but also... pathetic? usually lets you wear his coat or hat if you ask nicely. he already knows youre going to snatch something before you even do it but stays quiet because he thinks its pathetic/adorable, you think youre being so sly but youve already been caught. will tease you for it. a lot. its kind of his own way of getting you to do it again. genuinely thinks its one of the best things in the world. dont admit you do it because you sometimes miss him or like how he smells, its going to do ungodly things to his ego

EJ, LJ, AND HOODIE:

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Keep fandoms alive, comment on more fanfics!

The do‘s and don’ts of fic reviews

Because a friend told me she never knows what to write and then never comments, but wants to learn how to do better, I thought I’d compile a list, and maybe it will help someone else as well!

As always, this is unofficial and just from my personal experience writing and reading fic, and talking with other fic authors.

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Honestly, authors love friendly comments, no matter how small. Here are some ideas for short comments you can write to pretty much any fic you enjoyed:

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There isn’t much you can do wrong when writing comments on fic, but there are a few things you should keep in mind:

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Remember: Fan fiction are free, from fans for fans, so etiquette is a bit different than in the Amazon reviews of books you paid good money for! Fic authors don’t have to cater to you, just enjoy that there are fics shared with the fandom :) If you don’t like something, or don’t like a part of something, either close the tab or quietly ignore the issue and just enjoy the parts you do like.

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americas1suiteheart · 9 months

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Hi, how are you? A fruit told me you are asking for requests??? Tangerine x Reader (female or gn neutral) having a fight and he reeeeeallly exaggerates, and must apologize, even if he hates admitting he is wrong (but he hates the thought of having hurt is partner even more)?

Ooh of course! I love writing angst, I love Angst/Comfort fics because you can go from being completely distraught one moment and then nice and happy the next.

I'm Sorry, Love

[Tangerine x GN! Reader]

[Notes; I based Tangerine more off of his character in the Novel, but it works perfectly well with his character in the movie as well.]

[Warnings; Some yelling, mentions of drinking, just overall some angst.]

Word Count: 1677

You and Tangerine were currently in your shared flat, having an argument because you complained he was never home enough; which was in fact true, but it was obviously something Tangerine didn't feel too swell about.

"I work 12 hours a day from Monday through Friday, and get payed 26£ an hour! I don't understand how you need to be away all the time for these missions, because it most certainly isn't money," You shout frustratedly, throwing your hands up into the air.

"First of all, its none of your fuckin' business, is it? But if you have to really know, I would much rather be employed with a good job, getting paid no less than at least 100,000 fuckin' pounds per mission, than work a stupid fuckin' job at a hotel!" Tangerine angrily shouts back, turning away from you as to not blow up even more.

"What the fuck do you mean by 'stupid job'? I'm just asking the reason why you're going on these dangerous fuckin' missions, when we live in a decent pay flat and I make just enough money for us to live more than just comfortably in here!" You cross your arms, now walking towards Tangerine to try and get him to look at you.

This argument had been going on for a heated 20 minutes now, and one neighbor has already knocked on your door to ask if you were alright and to quiet down.

You hadn't liked arguing at all, but it was starting to take a toll on you when Tangerine would show up from a mission bruised and cut up. You wouldn't sleep some nights or eat enough some days, worrying if him and Lemon were fine and if they would come back in one whole piece alive or delivered to you in a body bag, it scared the shit out of you.

"You know exactly what I mean by 'stupid job'! Getting fuckin' hit on almost everyday by fuckin' pricks. You complain about that shit so much, why not just fuckin' leave then? Who knows if your staying because you like all that fuckin' attention on you, maybe if you want attention all the time constantly you should try for one of those creeps instead!"

You were taken aback by what he'd just said. Yes he had some bad anger issues and he would say stuff he never meant sometimes, but it was never EVER anything like that. He had taken it way too far.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" You look up at Tangerine, who is still turned away from you.

"You know exactly what I fuckin' said, want me to repeat that for you though, love?" He says in a sarcastic nice tone, peering over his shoulder to glance at you.

"You think I like working for 12 hours? You think I like being told all of that stuff by these people? You think I like being here without you, DAYS IN A FUCKING ROW, MAY I MIND YOU!" You shout even louder, flinching slightly at your own volume.

No response. He just stood with his arms crossed, still turned away from you.

"I can't handle you right now, I want you out of my fucking flat right now. If you're not going to say anything then leave," You say, sternly.

Tangerine doesn't say anything, he just takes the key to the flat off of his key ring and places it on the table before walking out, shutting the door gently.

You were frustrated. You'd been with Tangerine for 4 years now, and no fight you two have had has ever been this bad, not to the point where he's actually left, though you can only blame yourself for that one.

After blankly staring at the door for a few seconds, you walk to the kitchen and grab the bag of takeaway leftovers from 2 nights ago from the fridge, taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table before sitting on the corduroy navy couch you and Tangerine bought together.

You two had moved in with each other just last year. Before that, arguments like this were never a problem, and it wasn't until your 3rd month of living together that the fights started to get worse, usually resorting to either of you sleeping on the couch for a night or two. But again, it was never this bad.

Maybe you caused it, you're the one that told him to leave, you're the one that brought up the topic right as soon as he came home from a mission, still bloody and bruised. You didn't think to wait until he was cleaned off and a little more content to approach the question more calmly to him.

He had every right to leave, and every right to be upset with you.

You sat there for about two hours, finishing the remaining leftovers, your figure slumped on the couch with the lamp lit dimly.

Suddenly you hear keys jingling into your doorknob, assuming it may be Lemon as he's the only other person except for you and Tan to have a key, though now it would just be you and Lemon at that point.

You hear a plethora of curses as the keys jingle some more before the door finally unlocks and opens.

Inside walk Lemon and Tangerine. Tangerine was slightly red in the face, presumably from drinking, whilst Lemon looked fine.

"Hey Y/n.. I hope you didn't mind me taking him here. I know you two had that fight but when I offered to take him to my place for the night when I was driving him from the bar he practically begged me to take him here or he would, 'jump out and walk on his own,' " Lemon says, closing the door and looking at Tangerine who was now standing next to him.

Tangerine had a look of sadness on his face you'd never seen before, and you suddenly felt a rush of guilt pass by, making your stomach turn in displeasure and disgust from yourself and your own behaviour.

"No I don't mind at all, I was hoping he'd come back actually.." You say, looking at the two. As soon as you say that, Tangerine's face lights up slightly, eyes slightly widened, eyebrows raised, and a small upwards curve on his lips.

"Cool, cool. Well, I'm gonna leave you two to figure it out, if Tangerine needs or wants to leave, call me so I can grab him and take him to my place alright, Y/n." Lemon says, placing a hand on Tangerine's shoulder before Tan swats it off.

Lemon then leaves, leaving you and Tangerine alone once more.

"Tan I'm so-" You say, getting up before quickly getting interjected by Tangerine.

"No, I'm sorry, love. Instead of blowing up and getting all pissy about something important you asked, I should've tried to be more patient about it." Tangerine says, a sympathetic look on his face.

"I saw that you'd just had a bad day and I proceeded to ask, and on top of that I'm the one that told you to leave. I fucked up too and I'm sorry," You say, walking towards him.

Tangerine pulls you into a tight hug. He smelled strongly of alcohol and his faded cologne, the smell of blood ever so slightly evident as he was still wearing his blood stained clothes.

You two stayed like that with each other for a while longer, just holding each other in silence, only the lamp illuminating the dark living area.

Tangerine lifts your chin up so he could look at you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Lets get to bed now, darling. I'm absolutely exhausted." He says, still holding onto you.

"You've got to take a shower first though and let me tend to those wounds you've got, I don't need you staining our sheets with your gross blood. Or maybe that was someone else's. Regardless, it's still gross." You jokingly say, playing with the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Mm, only if you join me," Tangerine says, a cheeky grin on his face.

"You're terrible, Tan.. How about some other time, you've got to get all that dry blood off, and I need to clean those stains out of your suit so it can be ready to be taken to the dry cleaners tomorrow," You sigh and walk to your shared room, Tangerine following behind.

Tangerine walks into the restroom and strips of his clothes, hopping into the shower.

You grab his bloodied garments and gently take off most of the dried blood stains out with the proper cleaning agents. After getting most of the stains out, you place Tangerine's clothes on a hanger and hang them on the laundry closet door knob, then walk back into the room.

You see Tangerine laying on the bed reading his book with the bedside lamp on, when he sees you walk in he gives a warm smile before putting his book into the nightstand drawer and turning the light off.

"Were you able to get those stains out, love?" Tangerine asks, turning on his side to face you.

"Of course I was able to, was there ever a time where I couldn't?"

"No, I suppose not. Let's get to bed now though, I'm exhausted," Tangerine says, letting a yawn out in between.

"You said that already, but I agree. One hell of a night for you, I apologise by the way," You say, snuggling yourself into his chest.

Tangerine pulls you closer, if that was even possible, and places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Lets not worry any longer about that, love," Tangerine says, looking at you lovingly.

You could make out the colour of his damp curls and his gorgeous blue eyes, the moonlight illuminating his face as it peaked through the sheer blue curtains on the widows.

"Alright, goodnight then, my love," You say, as Tangerine closes his eyes, with you doing the same.

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This would've been out completed if tumblr didn't bug out yesterday and delete half of my work, but it's alright I guess. I'm terribly sorry it took forever, anon, but hopefully you enjoyed it.

#tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson #atj #aaron taylor johnson x reader #atj x reader #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #gender neutral reader

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ryukatters · 1 year

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Headcanons (SFW & NSFW) | Aki Hayakawa

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x fem! reader

Content/warnings: fluff, smut, nothing too crazy to be honest

A/N: Hello! I have risen from the dead and my very first post in over a year will be dedicated to the newfound love of my life, Aki Hayakawa. I feel like headcanons are a good way for me to figure out characterization and how I want to write characters in future fics, so here we are. Also I edited this Aki screencap to make him :) instead of :(

SFW

Makes his bed every morning, even if you’re in it. So if you wake up and find that one half of the bed is a lot straighter and smoother than your half, you’ll know why.

That being said, he likes to make sure you’re nice and warm when he leaves your side every morning for work, so he makes sure to wrap the blanket around you extra snug.

Is your personal chauffeur. The good thing about Aki is that he’s not only a good driver, but he loves driving as well. You can mention wanting to go to a certain place, then all of a sudden Aki’s dragging you out the door, keys in hand. In the words of T.I., “you can go wherever you like”

Has a thing for forehead kisses, especially if you’re shorter than him.

Likes it when you guys have complimentary or matching jewelry.

Aki isn’t one to talk much, but around you it’s almost like his mouth has a mind of its own. He feels like he can talk about anything and everything with you, and hopes that you feel the same way around him.

Was very much an old man in his past life. Quite geriatric, to be honest. Goes to bed early, doesn’t upgrade his phone, reads physical newspapers in this day and age. You’ll have to live with the fact that you’re dating a grandpa </3

Aki is very, very responsible. Is always punctual, schedules appointments without needing a reminder, knows his way around legal documents and just navigating everyday life. (Though it probably has to do with the fact he’s an old man incarnate)

He doesn’t mind if he has to do things for you, either. He welcomes it, even. He likes feeling needed by you.

Aside from cooking and driving, I imagine Aki being a somewhat proficient photographer. He has a bunch of cash to blow from being in public safety, and although he has very few vices to spend his salary on, he decided to indulge on a quality camera with the appropriate accessories

It started off small, driving to random spots on his days off and shooting pics. He was definitely more of a scenic photographer before he met you.

Now that you’re together, you’re almost always the focus of his masterpieces. It’s almost endearing, actually, the way he asks if you’d allow him to take you out on a photoshoot date. Sometimes, he has a specific theme in mind, so he’ll buy the props he needs (including your outfits).

He’s literally starstruck every time he sees you in front of a camera. If you’re shy, he’ll encourage you until you feel more comfortable to pose the way he needs you to.

He especially likes the candid pictures he takes of you— you laughing, looking out in the distance at the view, trying a new dish at a new date spot he took you to, etc. He has a separate folder on his laptop dedicated to pictures of you, and he looks back at them whenever he’s missing you a little extra.

I’m sure this has been established already, but Aki’s love language = acts of service. He’ll do anything and everything for you, you don’t even have to ask (most of the time).

Aki is a very observant lover, to the point where he knows you better than the back of his own hand. He seems to know what you want and when you need it. And he loves being the person to give you everything.

Speaking of giving you everything, Aki is very much fine with you spending his paycheck. He’s never felt the need to spend much on himself aside from essentials, and he has a good amount of savings for you to shop your little heart out and then some.

Not that he thinks you’re materialistic at all, but there’s just something about a pretty girl blowing his cash that gets him a bit worked up (in a good way).

NSFW

Speaking of getting worked up, Aki’s dick is pretty much on hard whenever you two are together. You could literally be having the most mundane conversation but if you look down at Aki’s pants you’d most definitely see Aki Jr saying hi. He can’t help it, he just thinks you’re so unbelievably ethereal.

Honestly has no shame when he sees you’ve noticed his predicament. Raises an eyebrow as if to say, “And?”

Back to his photography skills— one time you asked Aki if you could do a boudoir shoot and he swore he almost saw God for a second. Of course, the photos turned out beautiful, and Aki keeps the physical copies stashed away for *safekeeping*

As much as he likes taking control when you two have sex, he has a thing for getting bossed around by you. He’s comfortable enough to get into a more submissive headspace, and will gladly do anything you ask of him.

Has an oral fixation, no doubt. His mouth always needs to be occupied with something— your lips, fingers, titties, your clit

Is obsessed with sucking on your tongue, and swears he almost passes out every time you do the same with his

His favorite thing to do is to get you nice, wet, and overstimulated before he even thinks about putting his dick inside you. So expect to cum on his tongue and fingers a good number of times before getting fucked properly.

As reserved and put together as Aki seems to be, his favorite thing in the world is when you two are both so sensitive and overstimulated from cumming so much that neither of you can even form a coherent sentence. The way his brain turns to mush every time you two are together is almost more addicting than the nicotine he consumes on a daily basis

I think the way that Aki loves is somewhat contradictory— quiet yet very intense. And I like to think that bleeds into the way he makes love to you as well. It starts off very tame until it becomes almost too much to bear. The pleasure only keeps building and building until you both can’t physically take any more.

A munch.

#my man is a munch AND stays bricked up what more could you want?#this is lowkey unserious I’m sorry #aki x reader #aki hayawaka #aki hayawaka headcanons #chainsaw man x reader #csm x y/n #csm x you #csm x reader #kat’s writing #kat’s demon time

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switchyglitch · 6 months

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The Amazing Digital Circus - Tickle Headcanons 🃏🎭♖

Since I can't stop thinking about this series and its characters, and I don't yet have the energy to write out a tickle fic, I'm just gonna share some tickly headcanons I have for them!

Obviously these are just my personal thoughts for these characters, and I've seen plenty of content that shows me that I'll probably be in the minority with some of my choices, but regardless I'm gonna go for it 😋

Let's go! 👏

Pomni 🃏

Prefers soft tickles over being wrecked.

Likes to lay in a person's lap and get lightly tickled for a while.

Is a needy lee who starts craving tickles more and more because they distract her from her situation and relax her.

A shy blushy lee who hides her face in her hat and holds back her laughter as long as she can.

Isn't much of a ler, but will tickle sometimes because she enjoys making others smile, but is extremely careful and constantly worried about accidentally crossing boundaries.

Ragatha 🧸

More of a ler than a lee.

Doesn't mind being tickled a bit, but doesn't want full sessions.

Will tickle lightly at first, but the more she gets into it the harder and faster she'll go.

Is a bit embarrassed by how much she enjoys tickling others and how carried away she can get sometimes.

Gangle 🎭

1000% lee.

Blushiest and most shy of them all, will run and hide at the slightest poke while secretly craving more.

Is incredibly ticklish and needs a softer touch to fully enjoy it.

She'll go up to someone and struggle for minutes to ask for tickles, too shy to be louder than a whisper.

Jax 🐇

Is ticklish, but if you even attempt to tickle him he'll throw you across the room.

The type to poke every single person he can get his gloves on.

He'll wreck you like you could never expect.

Though he seems like the type who barely cares about anyone's comfort, he secretly does his best to not go too far. Might even secretly discuss comfort levels and safe words when nobody else is looking, because he doesn't want anyone to think he's going soft.

Because of his care being secret while his asshole attitude is very much not a secret, not a single person feels comfortable with the idea of being tickled by him, much to his dismay.

Zooble 🪢

Doesn't want to tickle or be tickled, just isn't their thing.

Maybe might throw a poke once in a blue moon if they're in the right mood, but barely ever.

Kinger ♖

Is ticklish, and seems to invite the idea that he's comfortable being tickled, but immediately freaks out and runs away screaming bloody murder the moment he's tickled even slightly.

Tries to tickle others, but doesn't quite understand how to do so. Though when he does accidentally manage success, he's very proud of himself and gets into it, but doesn't go too far.

Caine 👀

Constantly creates scenarios where at least one member of the circus will get tickled by something or some creature.

Takes great pleasure in watching people get tickled, but prefers not to do the tickling himself.

Is ticklish and enjoys getting tickled, but he doesn't trust a soul to touch him or have that power over him, so he summons things to tickle himself in secret.

Bubble 🫧

Enjoys nuzzling up to people at random times to tickle them.

Insists that they're ticklish, but every attempt to tickle them leads to them popping instantly. Will always come back and ask for tickles again despite this.

#tickle headcanons #the amazing digital circus #tickle #ticklish #tickling #tickles #tickle community #lee #ler #switch #headcanons #pomni #jax #caine #bubble #kinger #zooble #gangle #ragatha

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Okay I just read the Rottmnt self shipping thing and holy shit I need a continuation plz

Only if it’s okay with you though!

Self-Shipping

Turtle Teens x Reader

Notes: A continuation of “Pre-Relationship Self-Shipping”!, Kinda comes back where the 1st left off, so you should probably read it first

I’ve gotten so much positive feedback already; it really means a ton to me ^-^

Warnings-ish: a little bit of angst in Raph's part (reader gets overwhelmed n cries),

Word Count: 1500

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Raph:

You’re sweating bullets

Meanwhile Raph is still going through the folder on your phone

You watch his brow crease, squint deepening

“..A lotta these say comfort.. Are you okay?”

At this, you just kinda..

Stop functioning

Give a very unconvincing “I’m fine, Raph” as you try reaching for your phone again

Big Bro Raph isn’t having any of it

Tugs you back into him, arm wrapping around your waist to keep you anchored to his chest

It’s almost like magic, the way you relax into him

He starts petting your head and you MELT

“So.. wanna tell me what all this is about?”

He waves the phone slightly

You freeze momentarily

But figure it isn’t something worth fighting him over

And just start mumbling your insecurities into his plastron

You think you might’ve started crying at one point, but this is Raph;

He just starts rocking you while you ramble, holding you tighter to himself

He wipes your face at one point, leaning down to hold your head just beneath your chin

“(Y/n)? You okay?”

You realize that you’ve stopped talking, and are now just leaning into his touch

“..Yeah, I’m fine..”

He huffs, but seems to accept it.. For the moment

“So, you like me.”

“Wheh?”

Definitely not expected

But it’s hard to get anything past Raph

Emotionally, at least

“I mean.. The folders? All the lovey-dovey crap? The dudes were.. I dunno. Strong, and brave, and.. You’ve used some of those lines on me.”

Oh dear

“...”

“... That’s.. Yeah. That’s fair..”

“So.. where do ya wanna go from here?”

You pause, still tucked beneath his chin

“..I dunno.. If you just want to forget about this-”

“No. No way.”

Okay then

He pulls your head out from under his, locking eyes with you

“How about.. We try this whole dating thing?”

You blinked

Was your fantasy seriously coming true?

(Only in writing format ^-^)

“..Okay.. yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

He gives you a snaggle-tooth grin before tucking you back against his chest

Leaning down, he presses a kiss against your forehead

“Okay.”

Leo:

You stare at your phone screen, Leo’s single-word message pinging around inside your head

Suave

Of course he’s been described as such

Sometimes jokingly, sometimes seriously

But more important than that, it was the main trait of the character in the fic you had been reading before Leo had borrowed your phone

You figured he had read it

The smirk was enough of a tell

But the response?

You weren’t expecting

Honestly, you’d thought he would forget about it

And a week later, you were proven wrong

“-Ah yes, of course. The most graceful , dashing, suave of all my brothers-”

“Can it, ‘Nardo.”

You could hear the twins arguing even before you actually entered the lair

But Leo’s last comment?

Threw you for a loop

“Suave, huh?”

Trying to play it cool, you leaned against the doorframe

He turned, a mischievous grin crossing his features

“Aww, (Y/n)! I’m hurt, really!”

You chuckled

Normal Leo antics, right?

He leaned over you, grinning back towards Donnie

“I can even prove it! After all, Donatello, what better than a witness?”

Donnie looked between the two of you, sighing

He may not be the best with emotions, but he could tell what was going on

“Don’t do anything stupid.. Nevermind. I’m leaving.”

You could see him leave out of the corner of your eye, just past Leo’s shell.

“Oh?”

He chuckled

“Looks like I showed him.. Wasn’t too hard though, huh?”

“..What do you mean you showed him? He left.”

Leo looked down at you, grin still on his face

“Yeah, but c’mon! It was obvious that I was the only one charming enough, huh? See, there it is! You’re blushing already.”

You reached up subconsciously, hands covering your cheeks

“Gotcha.”

He leaned down, snout pressing right between your eyebrows

You gasped, mind going blank with the proximity

Leo just laughed again, the vibrations tickling your brow

“No wonder, huh.. You’re already head over heels!”

Donnie:

It took a few days after the.. Incident, before you went back to helping Donnie in the lab

It was silent the first hour you sat there sweating bullets, save for his occasional requests for tools

But he was.. Touching you?

Yeah

His whole hand covered yours when he took the tool, lingering touches that, even being so small, made your head spin

He was touching you!

He wasn't just moving away at the first chance!

..why not?

“(Y/n)..? (Y/N)!”

You jumped, almost dropping the part he had asked you to hold

“Sorry, what?”

He sighed softly

“I asked if you were okay. But given the glassy eyes and lack of response, I’m going to go with ‘no’.”

You nodded slowly, still stuck in thought

“Yeah, makes sense.. Sorry.”

He gave you a blank look before sighing again

“Look.. we can have this conversation now or later, whichever makes you more comfortable. But it would probably be best to just get it over with.”

“This conver- really, Donnie?”

He shrugged

“Or you could get whatever else is bothering you off your mind. Your call.”

You shook your head, bringing a hand up to rest against your neck

This couldn’t get any worse, at least..

“Fine. We can have.. ‘This conversation’. You start.”

“Oh..kay then.”

He set his tools down, taking a seat at the chair closest to yours

“We both know that you said ‘you’ instead of ‘he’ when supposedly speaking of a character. Hower, given that you’ve never made such a mistake before, and ‘cold’ being a term I remember Leo using for me.. I’d say that it wasn’t just a slip, and that.. Cheesy romance story you were reading was to compensate for the lack of physical affection you receive from me as opposed to my brothers.”

You blinked.

“Uh..”

“Fret not, my friend, for I will try and change my ways!”

“Don-”

“I will do my best to accommodate both of our needs.”

“Donnie.”

He paused, blinking harshly

“Yeah?”

It was your turn to sigh

“The reason I was reading those things is because of my crush on you, okay? Nothing’s wrong, but I just- I don’t know. Wanted a peek into what it could maybe be like if you actually liked me back..?”

“..oh.. Well, in that case-”

He stood up, offering you a hand. Tentatively, you took it

He pulled you up, face-first into his chest, and gently wrapped his arms around you

“..Cut down on the cheesy fanfiction?”

“She’s not that bad of a writer, Donnie.”

“Her grammatical structure is TERRIBLE!”

Mikey:

Mikey had been.. Touchier, recently

Offering you a hand to get up

More casual nudges with inside jokes

Even letting you help in the kitchen, scooching around one another

“Wait wait waitwaitwait-'' Leo stopped you as you rambled to him. “He let you help him cook?”

“Yeah..?”

The turtle grinned, leaning back casually

“He’s totally into you!”

“No way.” You deadpan

Leo shook his head, smile still plastered to his face

“C’mon! He doesn’t let any of us help him cook! Face the facts, (Y/n). Mikey totally likes you back!”

You heard something fall the next room over

Both you and Leo ran to the door, peeking in

But all you saw was an empty pizza pan, spinning like it had been dropped

Fast Forward

You were back to helping Mikey in the kitchen, mulling over Leo’s words

The youngest turtle was moving around you fairly quickly, arms brushing against yours with almost every trip he made to the fridge, the oven, dishwasher, stove, whatever

It was.. Almost deliberate

He finally broke the near-silence

“So.. Leo said I like you back.. But the ‘back’ part is what I’m confused about

You blanched, offering him a blank stare

“What?”

“I mean.. I could hear you and Leo talking then he said-”

“No, Mikey, I heard you..”

You paused

“..So.. that means you like me.”

He grinned when you asked, nodding

“I mean, yeah! Leo was right about the kitchen thing.. So-”

“He was right about the ‘back’ part, then..”

You mumbled, a small smile crossing your face

“So, you like me.”

“Yes, Mikey.”

“And I like you.”

“As far as I’m aware.’

You chuckled

“So… I think we should date.”

You started at him momentarily before your face broke out in a grin

“Okay!”

You two just looked at each other for a moment, still grinning

Finally, he reached out, offering you a hand as if he was pulling you up from the floor

When you took it, he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders

“Wow..” He giggled

“..Yeah.”

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So, the endings are There I Guess. Requests still open, love y’all, see ‘ya later. Ciao!

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charles-simmons-fanfiction · 11 days

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Rehearsing - Todd Anderson / Neil Perry

Description: It's raining, Todd is almost falling asleep, and Neil is reading his lines for his next play for the millionth time. [Fluff, 600 words]

It's canon that Todd helps Neil with practicing for his plays, so I wanted to write one these times in a warm/soft vibe. Wrote this one purely for comfort. Might write more fics like this. Just small moments of their lifes y'know. Feel free to make requests if you have any idea. Anyway, hope you enjoy it <3

Neil was rehearsing lines for his next play, again.

Todd could swear he knew all those lines back and forth by now. He didn't complain though, it was always nice to help with rehearsing. There was something special in seeing Neil this genuinely happy and excited with something. His happiness was contagious in a way.

"Parting is such a sweet sorrow..." He stamped his feet on the floor as he read the lines, something he always did whenever he was too excited or anxious.

"...that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow" Todd completed in his head, without saying anything. Sometimes, he would help by saying another's character's lines, so Neil could practice dialogues how they are. But for the most part, his "helping" was pretty much just keeping him company, listening to the lines and correcting him if needed.

If it wasn't raining, they would've done this outside. Next to the lake, probably. It's where they usually go. Not that it was all that bad staying inside for once. Todd was tired and their room could be small, but it could also be very cozy. The sound of the rain, slightly muffled by the window, just added to the feeling.

The clock showed 11:02. "It's not that late" Todd thought as he yawned, "There's still time to rehearse this scene at least five more times".

Outside it was already very dark, and the rain made it even harder to see anything. Todd watched as the drops of water on the window fell. Hugging his knees and leaned against the wall as he listened to Romeo and Juliet attentively, as if he hadn't already millions of times.

"Todd?"

"Hm?" He looked at his friend. His eyes obviously sleepy, while Neil's were wide awake.

"We can do this tomorrow if you're too tired," He suggested.

"No, there's no need to"

"You look like you'll fall asleep any second now" That was probably true. "I'm sure I can manage on my own"

"I know you can," Todd laid down, keeping his eyes open. He wasn't quite sure why he cared so much. He could simply go to sleep and let Neil keep practicing on his own, but for some reason he wanted to be awake with him. Everything felt so nice to just sleep it through.

Neil looked at him for a few moments, then got up from the desk he was sitting at. "Move over"

Todd sat up with a groan, giving space for Neil to sit next to him. After that, Neil lightly pulled him down, so Todd's head was laying on his lap.

"Hm?" His tone could be interpreted as either confusion or exhaustion. Or both of them.

"Sleep. I'll keep rehearsing" Neil said softly. And he did go back to what he was doing, repeating the lines quieter this time.

Todd took a few moments to process what he said and how comfortable he was. He let out a content sigh as he gave in to the tiredness.

He took one last glance at the actor close to him before closing his eyes. Neil's smile was so bright and Todd couldn't help but smile too as he tried to focus on Romeo and Juliet coming from the sweetest voice he had ever heard. The warm atmosphere making him even more comfortable and everything simply felt a bit better.

And as Neil's hands gently stroked his hair, soothing him, Todd started to fall asleep.

#not sure about how this one turned out. but I had so much fun writing it that i decided I don't really care #anderperry #dead poets society #todd anderson #neil perry #dead poets fanfic #dead poets fandom #anderperry fanfic

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how-very-salty · 5 months

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masterpost of my jdonica fic <3

royally fucked up

J.D. gets another chance. It's Sherwood in September, and Veronica is smiling at him again. This time, he'll do anything not to fuck it up.

status: completed / translated: in progress

!!!new the forest (warnings!!! tags are reeeally spoilers, but the fic includes disturbing content)

Veronica ran down the stairs, hurried to the school bus - and suddenly woke up on the road in a completely silent forest. There doesn't seem to be a soul around... but someone's predatory gaze is fixed on her back. (references to The path)

status: in progress / translated: in progress

let's have some fun

Three years ago, J.D. went back to hell, but he comes back for the same reason: to make Veronica say his name three times. But something's changed.

status: in progress / translated: in progress

stay at the very edge and way he prays

Before she says no, Veronica sees Bud humiliate J.D. And it makes her change her mind and try one more time to change something for him. And that leads to a promise that will be broken.

(tw: bdsm)

status: completed / translated: completed

Veronica Sawyer decides to die

The bomb exploded. They both survived, but at a high price… Time has passed, and Veronica Sawyer finds comfort in imagining that she is gone. Her peace of mind is shattered by the doorbell.

status: completed / translated: completed

St. Calvin told me not to worry about you

They're broken up, but still need each other. She has the keys to his apartment, he wants her back. And there are rules between them that neither of them has ever learned to follow. (there is a new male character, but honestly, he's just one of the plot obstacles in this story).

status: in progress / translated: in progress

!!!new lavender

Just a scene from married life and problems that they have to deal with through conversation ( long-married JD and Ronnie)

SHORT STORIES (complited)

dearly beloved

jdonica one shots (If you want, you can give me prompts. i sometimes write them long, but i try to write all of them. except with agnst sometimes i skip them)

other way

Veronica Sawyer hurts herself to deal with her emotions, and a new guy notices. She's scared, but he just wants to talk to her ...and maybe help.

syndrome - the story of cotard syndrome

who is she - he meets her on a crowded subway and misses her… and meets her again

first of thousands - their paths cross because of a car accident

insomnia - he just can't sleep (partially refers to St. Calvin's au)

best gift ever - happy married life

we're locked in, right? - fate brings them together in a locked elevator

trace of a touch - J.D. is long gone from her life, but his every touch keeps to burn on her skin. No one else can, until one day…

let's get out of here - a wedding story in which J.D. steals a bride from his own wedding

turn on the radio and the braided bracelet - au!childhood friends, where J.D. is hopelessly in love with Veronica. or not so hopeless?

about a girl - Nick has been in love with Veronica since they were kids. but it seems he should have confessed earlier, because the new kid is about to steal her away from him

peek-a-boo - very hot zombie-boy and a pretty smart Ronnie? who just can't resist his charm (pure au with a twist)

white oleander - au!hanahaki where Ronnie has to choose between Chandler and J.D.

pick me up - a wasted Ronnie needs to be picked up from the bar, and even though they broke up, J.D. is the only one who can do it.

happy anniversary - nobody has visited J.D.'s grave for five years

what a night - J.D. climbed into her window that night, before the bombs and the petition.

a few more minutes and there is no cure - the bomb didn't explode, and it seems that J.D. completely failed // he returns to Veronica's life years later

an act of mercy - J.D. was dead in the explosion, but that night a familiar voice is heard on Veronica's phone

like burnt brownies and play with loaded dice - the story of Nick Sawyer and Jesse Dean

#heathers #jason dean #heathers musical #j.d.#veronica sawyer #jdonica #heather fic #my fic #ao3fic #heathers fic

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febster · 10 months

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I noticed that alot seem to like the first fic so i wanted to make another one:)) ill gladly take any requests if you enjoy my writingg

Once more though, im still grasping on his character on knowing how to write him so it'll be probably ooc but still hope you like:]

Him.

-y/n's view on Hobie

Hobie Brown is an enigma.

He shows himself out to the world without giving a care to what they say, never afraid to speak what's right for him and never afraid to fight back. In his own unique ways as you get to know him, you'd learn to see how he raised himself to be, what he had gone through and how what makes him so cool. With every time you meet up, it never fails to make you feel speechless whenever your eyes lay on him.

It makes sense though, for him to live in an universe where they are all restrained from their freedom, he had taken up a step to be that person who will go against what's the norm of his world. Maybe perhaps that's how you fell in love with him, his personality attitude against the world, his creativity with what he can touch and make or how he lets you believe that anything can be possible.

You don't really know what was the exact reason.

Though you noticed something about him when it's just the two of you. He has this certain feel of softness when you're with him. His caring touches that never seem to fail to make you melt or how indirectly he checks on you whenever he comes back from his missions, how his eyes trail over your body, checking if you got hurt when he's not there. You pointed that out to him once but he denies. Laughing about you being seeing things, but you could never forget how his face turned a bit red from getting caught.

The little things he does for you, even if it's the subtlest things makes your heart warm. His watchful eyes whenever you hang out, his protective hold when someone gets a bit close when walking through a crowd. You often say how lucky you are to have Hobie but sometimes you can say that he is also lucky to have you. He may not say it out loud but with his actions and glances that makes you say and believe that he is thankful that you are with him.

Often, there would be times where things can be a bit too much for the both of you, but even if words wasn't said between each other, it would end with you two watching over the city somewhere up above, beneath the night sky. His guitar playing at the background or just pure comfortable silence as you two stay close for comfort.

There may be times where you can't understand him, but you never care too much about it.

Hobie Brown is an enigma, but that may be why it makes him Hobie Brown.

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spiderverse x reader #hobie brown fluff #atsv hobie #hobie my beloved #astv hobie #astv fic #hobie x reader

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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Can you do a Draco fanfic , where the reader is a part of the golden trio (or quartet) I mean like she/he/they are best friends with them and hang out with them . So obviously Draco hates/ makes fun of her/them . So once Draco said something about her mother (dead mother) which caused her to have a panic attack. And Draco tries to calm her down . That's when he notices her self harm marks . He stops messing around with them( the golden trio/quartet). And soon enough they ( Draco and reader) fall in love and make it a fluffy ending please. I would be so happy if you write one like this . I'm going through some self harming process . I just kinda need comfort from my comfort character. Btw I like your ffs so much 💚

Because that´s what you do when you love someone

Warnings: mentions of death, self-harm and panic attacks

A/N: I know that these topics are really sensitive, so please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with any of these or if you think it might trigger any kind of intrusive thoughts or impulses. If you are struggling with any of these themes please consider seeking help from others (if you don´t already do), maybe a person of trust, a psychologist or some other kind of assistance. Live can be really rough sometimes and there is nothing wrong with asking for help. There are people out there who love you and care about you and if you are doubting this consider this text as a sign that I do care about you.

Also, I´m aware of the fact that fics like this might romanticize different forms of struggles that might appear due to serious health problems. So, if you are reading this fic, please remember that it unfortunately takes much time and effort to work on those things and really isn´t something fun or desirable.

So, with that being said, I hope you all enjoy this fic!

You couldn’t help but grin as you watched Ron smiling at Hermione sweetly, trying to lull her in. And it worked. Hermione rolled her eyes, but nevertheless, she grabbed Ron´s half-finished homework and started to proofread it. Even though she tried to hide it, you could see the small grin on her face, as well as the rosy flush on her cheeks as Ron told her -like he had done so many times before- that Hermione was his lifesaver, and he would never say a single bad thing about her ever again.

Harry, who was sitting right beside you, watched the scene as well with an amused look on his face. You exchanged a meaningful glance with your friend. Since Ron had broken up with Lavender, Hermione and he were even closer than before and you highly suspected that it wouldn’t take the two of them too long to finally admit their feelings for one another, not only to you or Harry but to each other. There was nothing more you could wish for for your friends than them finally putting wood behind the arrow.

But the peaceful scene was interrupted abruptly by an unwelcomed observer. And he did not only observe but also intervened.

“That´s really pathetic, even for you, you know that Weaselbee?”, the haughty voice of Draco Malfoy sneered through the Great Hall. “I mean, I always knew you´re not the brightest star in the sky, but letting your homework be done by a mudblood? That´s even beneath your dignity. And that really says something.”

“Shouldn’t it be beneath your dignity to talk to people like us then?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

You weren’t in the mood for Malfoy´s snarky remarks and also weren’t willing for him to destroy the comfortable atmosphere at your table. But it was by now already too late.

Malfoy looked at you, for a moment you thought you had seen some amusement in his grey eyes, but then his face hardened again.

“C´mon (Y/n). Even Malfoy knows that in the end, he´s nothing better than us. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”

“At least I´m not as stupid as Weaselbee and in need to get help from a filthy mudblood. You really are a perfect couple aren’t you?”

You could see Ron´s face redden at Malfoy´s words and feel Harry tensing next to you. But unlike the boys, Hermione wasn’t that easy to provoke.

She laid her hand on Ron´s calmingly before she turned around to Malfoy.

“At least Ron cares about his schoolwork. Unlike you from what I´ve heard.”

You saw Malfoy´s cheeks slightly redden. Hermione was right, the grades of the Slytherin boy had actually dropped drastically in the last few months, even if you couldn’t explain to yourself why. Harry had his own theories about it, but you highly doubted that any of them were right.

However, Hermione seemed to have touched a sore spot, because Malfoy hesitated for a second before he huffed: “As if a mudblood could value that.”

Then he turned on his heels and strutted away in the other direction.

“That was brilliant Hermione!”, you grinned.

Your friend smiled humbly.

“It was just Malfoy.”, she responded.

“Still bloody amazing.”, Ron assented you.

And as you noticed how he squeezed her hand tightly, your smile only grew wider, trying to ignore the stinging in your stomach, telling you that, no matter how happy you were for your friends, you were longing for that kind of closeness as well.

The smile on your face faded the second the door of the bathroom closed behind you. You had no idea how you had even made it till here without showing any signs of how you were actually feeling. The last days had been stressful, but you had told yourself to suck it up.

Until you couldn’t anymore. It had been just a small remark, nothing serious, that had made your world start to crumble within seconds again. And from that moment, all your thoughts had been about this. About finally being alone again. Having no one near you, who would be able to watch you. Or judge you.

Your breath was flat, but you tried to force yourself to inhale and exhale deeply and slowly, as your fingers were fumbling with the zipper of the small bag. When you had finally managed to open it, your hands quickly closed around the small object, that your thoughts had been racing around in the last hour. It felt heavy in your hands, heavier than it actually was. As if the weight of the guilt you felt was lying within your hand as well. You knew it was wrong, you knew you would regret this the moment your mind would clear off again. But now, through the blurry haze in front of your eyes, this was the only thing you felt you were able to do to stop the stumbling of your heart and the dizziness that filled your mind.

The metal felt cool against your skin. As you increased the pressure, your breath slowed down immediately, your thoughts stopped running, making place for a strange fascination and calmness that always crept into your mind, the moment you felt a slight stinging rushing through your body. It wasn’t enough yet, not nearly, but just the feeling of the blade against your skin was a beginning. Now, all that was missing was the fluent movement of your hand clenched around the object and you would….

A knock on the door made you flinch.

“(Y/n)? Are you in there?” It was Hermione´s voice.

“Yeah. I am.” Your voice sounded strange, not as if it was a part of you.

“Are you okay?”

Obviously she noticed.

“I´m okay. Just give me a second.”

Your grip tightened. Yes. You would be okay. Just a few more seconds and everything would be just fine again.

Even though you knew it wouldn’t last.

“Shit, shit, shit!”, you mumbled through gritted teeth.

You had forgotten your homework for Professor McGonagall in your dorm and had to go back and get them. But even though you had your homework now, you still wouldn’t be able to escape the wrath of the lovely but very strict head of your house, because you were supposed to sit in her classroom for at least five minutes by now. But due to your detour, you weren’t, but instead still rushing through the sheer endless corridors of the castle.

You could feel the grip of your sweaty hands tightening around the parchment. Why in the name of Godric everything had to go wrong these days?

It had to indeed. Because just as you sprinted around a corner, you bumped into someone. The books and parchments you held in your hand fell to the ground.

“Sorry I…”

You stopped your apology immediately, as you realized who you had bumped into.

“For Merlin´s sake, is there anything you aren’t able to ruin (Y/l/n)?”, he hissed as he stared down at you with cold eyes.

“Could ask you the same.”, you mumbled.

You didn’t dare to look away, didn’t dare to show any sign of weakness to the boy in front of you.

“Do you even know how annoying you are to anyone else around you?”, Malfoy said.

“I can only repeat. I could ask you the same.” You smiled at him sweetly, even though it didn’t reach your eyes. But it didn’t matter. Both of you knew that it wasn’t intended to be a genuine one.

“Salazar, no wonder your mother dropped dead. I wouldn’t be able to stand your presence every day as well.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I beg pardon?”, you asked, staring at the boy in disbelief.

There was no way he had just said what you thought he did. Even Malfoy wouldn’t dare to not only mention this topic but also have the audacity to blame you for what had happened.

But the Slytherin just raised an eyebrow and looked at you unimpressed. You could see the corner of his mouth twitching as he said: “I think you heard me very well (Y/l/n). Or do you really want me to repeat it?”

Malfoy was still returning your gaze, not blinking once.

His words were echoing in your head, forming new sentences all over again. But they all said the same. It was your fault. Your fault and yours only.

You felt a familiar tingling in your fingertips, wandering through your hands and arms, spreading down to your legs, until the numbness had overtaken your entire body. It felt like your world was slightly tilting sidewards. The only thing keeping you on your legs, making you not try to hold on to something was the fact that you knew that it was all in your head. That didn’t mean that your legs wouldn’t give in any second, but you had to resist the feeling. At least until you were somewhere safe. And right now that meant any place where Malfoy wasn’t.

You tried to breathe in deeply and locked your eyes with Malfoy´s. Your vision was blurry, but somehow you still managed to keep up the eye contact for a few seconds.

“Fuck you.”, you whispered.

Then you turned around and walked away, swaying slightly.

And when the blond boy saw how your hands clenched around the hem of your blouse and that your belongings were still splattered all over the floor, without you even noticing it, he realized that this time, he might had gone too far.

The cool air calmed down your nerves a bit, but by far not enough. You had huddled yourself together in a corner of the courtyard, that was, thanks to the cold weather and the fact that everyone was by now supposed to be at class, deserted.

You barely remembered how you had even gotten here. You were just thankful you had done so before your legs had given in.

Now you were sitting on a bench with your legs pulled to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, biting your lip hard until you could taste the blood. You were still shaking vigorously and the tingling in your limbs still hadn’t passed. By now, you just felt exhausted and weak, but your mind just didn’t listen to you, forcing your body to continue pressing its limits. The scream that was dying to escape your throat was muffled by you pressing your mouth against your forearm. Your eyes were squeezed shut.

“(Y/n)?”

Your body tensed even more. Not him. Not now.

You tried to straighten up, but you were already in too deep. You couldn’t act as if everything was just fine by now, even if Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of you.

“Are you alright?”

Stupid question. Did you look like you were alright?

“I… shit, if I´ve gone too far…”

If he had gone too far? He had for sure.

“I mean… fuck, I´m sorry.”

You just nodded, not daring to look up at him. All you wanted was Malfoy to disappear as fast as possible, but for some reason, the boy didn’t make any effort to leave.

“Can I… Can I do anything for you?”

Somewhere, deep down in your mind, you were surprised about his offer, but your mind was still too dizzy to actually care about.

“Just leave.”, you choked out, hating your voice for sounding so vulnerable.

“I don’t… You really don’t look good. Maybe we should get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

You just gave Malfoy a short shake of your head.

The boy sighed and looked down at you helplessly. He had no idea what was going on with you and how he could help you. All he knew was that it was his fault. And that he had to make up for it now.

Malfoy stepped closer to you. But only when he sat down next to you and tried to lay his hand on your shoulder, you reacted, but not in the way he had hoped for.

As you felt his touch, you quickly shied away from it, your gaze flickering up at the boy before fixing on the ground. It wasn’t even the fact that it was Malfoy who was trying to calm you down, it was the fact that someone tried at all. At this point, you just couldn’t stand any kind of closeness, neither emotional nor physical. And the fact that he was trying to comfort you like that, made you realize that he was involved in the situation in both ways.

Malfoy started another attempt and patted your back awkwardly, but when you shied away again and he could see tears filling your eyes as you glanced up at him, he gave up. The blond boy shifted a bit closer to you, not close enough to actually touch you, but you could still feel his presence next to you. And that was enough to make the tears start to fall.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, Malfoy by your side. Neither of you said a word. But slowly, the tears stopped falling again and the tremoring of your hands eased, as well as the tension that had riled up your body.

As your mind slowly started to clear off, you immediately regretted the fact that you had shown yourself so vulnerable in front of the one guy who was most likely to use it against you. But this was a topic for another day. By now, all you wanted to do was get to your dorm and crawl into your bed, falling into the sweet nothing of sleep. You would get to Professor McGonagall later that day to apologize for missing the lesson. You would probably tell her that on your way to class, you suddenly felt unwell, or that you had some headache. Neither of those things was a lie though because your head was pounding and your throat was dry, while your mind was still feeling dizzy.

When you got up carefully, testing if your shaky legs would be able to carry your weight, Malfoy´s gaze shot up and as he saw how wonkily your walk was, he quickly got up as well, ready to help you out if you would lose your balance.

“Easy (Y/n)!”, he said, eying you concerned from the side.

“I´m fine.”, you responded.

But even if Malfoy wouldn’t have been here for the last half hour, witnessing your breakdown that made it clear that you were anything but fine, he would have noticed that it was a lie, since your voice sounded raspy and even though you avoided his gaze, he could still see that your eyes were red and puffy.

“C´mon (Y/n), we both know you´re not.”

You just shrugged your shoulders in response, not having the strength to discuss it with Malfoy right now.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”, the boy asked again.

But you shook your head.

“I just want to get back to my dorm.”

“I´ll accompany you.”

But you only shook your head again.

“No need for that.”

And without waiting for an answer, you passed Malfoy and left the courtyard.

The Slytherin boy followed you with his gaze, confused by what had just happened. But the moment you turned around the next corner, he realized, why he had come after you in the first place.

“(Y/n), wait!”

You didn’t want to turn around, you really didn’t, but when Malfoy called you out a second time, you obeyed.

“What is it this time?”

You were proud that by now your voice almost sounded normal again, even though it was still a bit weaker than usual.

“Your stuff.”, Malfoy said, extending his arm with your bag and your homework in his hand. “You forgot them in the corridor when you… when I…” He fell silent again.

You let out a joyless laugh.

“When you blamed me for the death of my mum?”

“I… Merlin, I´m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to. That was wrong. Even I should have realized that.”

You sighed and tried to smile, but it looked rather wry.

“Don’t worry, you´re not the first person to do so.”

When Malfoy looked into your eyes, he realized that the pain about what had happened went much deeper than he had thought. And that this was about much more than a stupid comment from him, behaving like the idiot he was.

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?”, he asked suspiciously.

“Nevermind.” You sighed again. “So, will you give me my things back now?”

Malfoy nodded and extended his hand once more.

“Thanks.”, you said, giving him a small smile as you received your belongings.

As you did so, the sleeve of your robe slightly rode upwards, allowing the view on your forearms.

It took Malfoy a second to realize what he had just witnessed. You on the other hand reacted immediately, quickly grabbing your things, before pulling your robe back in place.

“Well, thanks again.”, you said, before turning on your heel.

But before you were able to escape the situation, Malfoy called you out again.

“Hold on.”

You froze and cursed yourself. Just when you had thought it couldn’t get worse, it did once more.

“What´s that?”, Malfoy asked, as you slowly turned around to him again.

“What is what?”, you asked, acting the innocent. By now you were far to good in this game.

“Your arm.”

“What´s wrong with my arm?”

“Pull up the sleeve.”

“What? Why should I?”

“Pull it up.”

“Why should I even listen to you? This is just ridiculous. You can´t tell me what to… Stop that!”

Because while you were trying to defend yourself verbally, Malfoy had decided on-the-spot to grab you by the wrist and pull up the sleeve himself. You squirmed, trying to make the boy let go of you, but Malfoy´s grip was firm, as his eyes were fixed on your forearm.

“What is this?” His voice was just a whisper.

“That? Oh, that´s nothing. You know, Hermione´s cat, Crookshanks…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”, Malfoy cut you off in a sharp tone, making you flinch.

“Why do you even ask when you already think you know it better?”, you responded defiantly.

“Don’t distract.”

Silence.

“Did… Did you do this?”, he asked.

Finally, you managed to escape his grip and took a step back, quickly covering the scars that were covering your arm again.

“Why would you even care?”

“Because that´s… Merlin, (Y/n), that´s…”

“What? Sick? A cry for help? Annoying? Or just unwelcome for you, because it doesn’t fit into your view of the world?”, you completed his sentence bitterly.

“No that´s not… But… I don’t understand. Why?”, Malfoy stammered.

“Is there any reason I could give you that would make you not be disgusted by me?”

Silence.

“That´s what I thought.”, you breathed. You tried to make your voice sound cold and emotionless as you continued: “Thanks for bringing me my books.” Then you turned around, but after a few steps, you looked over your shoulder once more. “Oh, and if you tell anyone, I´ll kill you. I don’t care who or why. Just don’t. It would be best if you just forget it. For both of us.”

And when you walked away, Malfoy´s gaze followed you again. But this time, he didn’t chase after you. Because for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say. But he knew he had to figure it out. Because there was no way he would forget.

“(Y/n).”

You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head.

“(Y/n).”

You could feel someone carefully touching your shoulder -or at least where they suspected your shoulder was located under the blanket. You opened your eyes flattery and looked up at Hermione who was looking down at you apprehensively.

“How do you feel?”, your best friend asked.

“Head still hurts.”, you mumbled.

After the incident with Malfoy a few hours ago, you had directly gone to your dorm and fell into your bed, completely exhausted. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep until Hermione had woken you up for the first time to ask you where you had been in the lesson. You had told her that you felt dizzy and had a bad headache. Your friend had believed you immediately -probably also due to the fact that you looked absolutely horrible- and had brought you some painkillers from the hospital wing, as well as a big glass of water, which you gulped down quickly. Hermione had also told you that there was no need to worry because she had informed Madame Pomfrey about your condition, who had promised to talk to Professor McGonagall about your truancy and had passed to you the word that, if you wouldn’t feel better the next morning or if the pain would get worse, you should come to the hospital wing. After that, you had dozed off again, until Hermione had woken you up once more.

Now you were looking at your friend questioningly.

“What is it?”

Hermione looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t think it will help your headache in any way. Actually, I think it will do quite the opposite.”

“Just tell me Mione.”, you sighed.

“There´s someone who wants to see you.”, she said, pulling a face.

You frowned.

“Who?”

“Malfoy.”

Your eyes widened. You felt wide awake again immediately.

“Malfoy?”

“He says he wants to talk to you. Apparently, it´s urgent.” Hermione looked like she was very unhappy with this situation, to say the least. “I wouldn’t even bother you with this, but he had told me that he would wait for you outside the common room until you get out and talk to him. That was about two hours ago and… Well, he´s still there. And he refuses to leave.”

For a second you felt the panic rising up in you, afraid Malfoy might had mentioned what had happened earlier, but you highly doubted that Hermione would talk to you like that if he would have done so.

You sighed and nodded. Slowly, you got up, testing the water. You still felt a bit groggy, but much better than a few hours ago. The only feeling comparable to this was a light hangover, which you -luckily- hadn’t witnessed that often yet.

“I´ll go talk to him in a second.”, you informed Hermione.

She frowned.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to join you?”

But you shook your head. The last thing you could use right now was your friends gaining knowledge of your… secret. You loved them endlessly, but for exactly that reason, you didn’t want them to know. You knew how worried they would be and that they most likely even put some blame on themselves. You knew the longer you waited the worse it would get, but until now you had successfully managed to suppress that thought. And right now, you had a different problem anyway. Because one person knowing was already more than enough.

When you exited the common room, your gaze settled on Malfoy immediately. He had sat down on the floor right on the other side of the corridor, his back leaning against a wall, patiently waiting.

But as he heard to door open, he looked up immediately, and as he saw you, he got up quickly and walked up to you.

Now, that your mind had calmed down again, you felt the embarrassment getting even stronger as you looked into the grey eyes of the Slytherin boy. You hated yourself for the fact that you had been so vulnerable around him earlier. But right now there was nothing you could do about it. The only thing you were capable of, was trying to minimize the damage you had done earlier.

So you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed the boy.

“What do you want?”, you spoke up.

Malfoy looked at you in disbelief.

“Are you for real?”

“Do I look like I´m in the mood for jokes?”

“(Y/n), I was worried. You just disappeared. And that just after I saw that you…”

“Don’t!”, you hissed, quickly looking to both sides, making sure no one was in earshot.

Malfoy did the same before he turned around to you again.

“I just wanted to make sure you are alright.”, he said, now in a lower voice.

“Well, I am.”

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow.

“Are you?”

You nodded. But you could see he didn’t believe you.

“Well, for now.”, you finally admitted.

It probably wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie either.

This time, Malfoy seemed to believe you, because he slowly nodded. Still, he eyed you conspicuously anyway.

“After we… have you…?” He made a clumsy movement with his hand, but you knew what he was trying to say.

You shook your head.

“No.”

But you saw in his eyes that he didn’t believe you. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up for the split of a second, not long enough for Malfoy to get a closer look at the marks, but long enough to see that no fresh cuts had been added. After this, you quickly crossed your arms again, avoiding his gaze.

Malfoy didn’t say a word, but you could feel his eyes still lingering on you.

After a few moments of silence, you cleared your throat.

“And did you… Did you tell anyone?”, you asked in a low voice, scared of his answer.

But as you glanced up at the boy, he shook his head.

“I didn’t.”

“And will you?”

You returned his gaze carefully.

Malfoy hesitated for a moment.

“Under one condition.” You looked at him in disbelief. The boy had some nerves. Just when you had thought that he might have some kind of heart in his chest, he actually tried to take advantage of the situation. “Don’t do it again.”

His gaze was so intense that it made you feel as if it could set you on fire any second.

“What?”

“Don’t do it again.”, he repeated. “Don’t hurt yourself again. Promise me!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You don’t really think it´s that easy, do you?” But the look on his face told you that he didn’t understand.” Do you think I´m doing this because I want to? Because it´s fun? For your information, it isn’t.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But what I understood.”, you hissed.

Malfoy stayed silent. This time it was he who broke the eye contact.

As you saw him, looking to the ground, you felt slightly bad for chiding him like that. Your gaze softened.

“But I promise I´ll try.”

Slowly, Malfoy looked up at you again. A small smile appeared on his face, even though his eyes looked distrustful.

“I guess that´s all I can ask for. At least for now.”

“It is.”, you said. You returned his smile shily, before tearing your gaze apart. “I think I´ll get back now. Hermione is already worried.”

Malfoy nodded.

“Okay, well then.”

“Yeah.”, you said, shifting from one leg to another.

But just as Malfoy stepped away, ready to leave you, you spoke up again.

“It helps, you know? Eases the pain. When I… When I feel like I can´t take it anymore and I... I do it and I can feel it stinging it reminds me that I´m still alive. Gets me out of the loop. Calms me down again.”

Malfoy looked at you with narrowed eyes. Then he slowly nodded.

“But you know that this isn’t a solution, don’t you?”

You smiled sadly.

“I know. But sometimes it´s the only thing that helps.”

He nodded again.

“But… just so you know… if there´s anything I can do for you, or of you need to… talk… I´m here for you.”

This time a real smile crept on your face.

“Thanks.”

Malfoy lingered around for a few more seconds awkwardly, before he cleared his throat.

“Well, then, see you around I guess.”

“Yeah.”

And after this day, everyone who had ever known Draco Malfoy, could have sworn that someone had replaced him. He was still an annoying and arrogant prick, but one of his most protruded features had taken a surprising turn.

Because ever since the day Draco had realized how much you were struggling, he had stopped messing around with you, and for that also with your friends. Even though he was still shooting deadly glances at Harry and pulled a face in disgust when Hermione was around, he by now was able to bite his lip and hold back his snarky remarks about his most hated Gryffindors.

And when you were around, his behaviour was even more confusing to the other students. He was not only not as mean to you anymore as he had been before. No, he was even quite nice and polite to you. Obviously, Draco still wanted to keep his face and never admitted it openly, but everyone saw the small smiles he threw you, which you -what surprised everyone just as much- returned shyly and how he sometimes, when he thought the two of you were unobserved, pulled you aside, asking you how you were feeling.

Your friends were sceptical about Draco´s new behaviour though, to say the least. And what concerned them the most was his newly discovered interest in you. While Harry was convinced that Draco was following some kind of masterplan, Ron and Hermione were simply concerned that the blond Slytherin just had fun messing around with you, that he was trying to lull you in, just to break you once he would have accomplished his mission.

You had to admit that you could understand the worries of your friends for sure. Even though you knew much more about why Draco was behaving the way he did, you had been just as sceptical about his motives in the beginning. But by now, a few weeks had passed, and Draco didn’t show any interest in falling back into his old patterns. Actually, he did quite the opposite. While in the beginning, he had just sometimes thrown you some glances, raising an eyebrow questioningly, by now, he was more and more often coming up to you, not only to check on you but also just talking to you about more innocuous topics. You enjoyed the time you were spending with Draco, more than you wanted to admit. You felt comfortable and safe when he was around and you didn’t have to try to hide anything from him. And by now you had realized that even if you would try to hide certain things, it wouldn’t work out. To Draco, you were like an open book. He knew when you had a good or a bad day, he noticed how you were biting your lip or bouncing your leg when you felt uneasy, he saw the way your one hand clenched around the vulnerable forearm whenever you felt the world around you fading once again. And what he could read every single time was the way you avoided his gaze, when you had -unlike him- fallen back into old patterns again. By now, you hated it even more when this happened to you because by now you knew that you not only would disappoint other people if they would know about the way you hurt yourself, but you were absolutely sure that Draco was disappointed in you when he realized what you did once more. And any time he did and then forced you to look at him, you could see the sadness in his eyes, even though he assured you that he didn’t blame you for what you had done. By now, Draco had practically begged you several times to ask for help if you couldn’t handle it anymore on your own, but you had brushed it off every single time. You knew he was right, but still, the embarrassment and guilt kept you from telling anyone about it. Except for Draco. And even that was already helping you much more than you would have ever thought. Not only that sometimes the thought of Draco could keep your mind from drifting off too much, but also how Draco himself sometimes noticed when you were feeling down once more. And when he did, he always came up with a new idea to help you and distract you. To your own surprise, it worked more often than you would have guessed. Sometimes, when your mind began to wander and you felt the familiar tingling in your fingertips, Draco noticed and got you out of whatever situation you were just in, accompanying you outside to get some fresh air. And when there was a situation that wasn’t that easy to escape, he tried to somehow get close to you, the back of his hand slightly brushing against yours or walking up behind you, until you could feel his chest against your back, preventing you from feeling like the world was turning upside down, literally.

Over time you held more and more trust in Draco, who was by now so much more than just someone to share your secret with. Because while on bad days he was able to calm you down like no one else, on the good days, he made you laugh like no one else as well. When you were with Draco you sometimes were able to forget about the dark thoughts clouding your mind and it was hard for you to even remember why you sometimes still felt those overwhelming waves of anxiety crushing over you. On those good days, you were just thankful for the time you could spend with Draco. He made you feel heard and -most importantly- he made you feel loved. And you loved him just as much. Maybe even more than you wanted to admit. Whenever you saw the smirk playing around his lips, heard silly teases leaving his mouth just as often as words of comfort, and looked into his grey eyes that always used to eye you so coldly and emotionlessness but were by now only looking at you with affection and admiration, you could feel a warmth flushing over you, you had never felt before. And sometimes you thought he might feel the same, when he smiled at you so sweetly or winked at you from the other side of the room. In those moments you swore, you couldn’t be happier.

But on some days, you still fell back into your old patterns and a familiar fog was clouding your mind once more. Sometimes Draco wasn’t around, or you were already in too deep, so you simply couldn’t fight the anxiety creeping up your body. And every time this happened, Draco watched you with a sad look on his face, secretly hating himself for failing this time and hating the world for causing such pain in you even more.

It was one of those days again. You simply weren’t able to shake off the tension that was tightening up your body and the nagging thoughts taking up more and more space in your brain. You had barely slept the night before and at breakfast, you just couldn’t get yourself to eat much. Hermione, Ron and Harry noticed it though, asking you concerned if you were okay, but by now you had just way too much experience in brushing their questions off. So you put on your mask, laughing with your friends and actually enjoying the conversation you had with them, still, you could feel your pulse quicken for some reason and your hands beginning to sweat.

And it went on like this for the rest of the day. And when you were in the afternoon hanging out with them near the lake, since it was a beautiful sunny day, the tension finally got too thick. You excused yourself and promised your friends you would probably be back in no time, before heading back to the castle. Your steps became quicker and quicker, the closer you got to your destination, sweat breaking out on your forehead.

But just as you had reached the -due to the beautiful weather completely empty- corridor leading to your common room, someone suddenly stepped in your way.

You flinched, but then you recognized him.

“Merlin, Draco, you scared me. What are you doing here?”

You tried to find your usually chatty tone, trying not to give away what you had just been up to. But over the last few weeks, Draco had become by far too good at reading you to believe you.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared down at you.

“I could ask you the same.”

“I just wanted to go to my dorm to…”

“To?”

“Get a book I forgot. I wanted to study with Hermione.”

Draco looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“So, would you mind letting me pass?”, you asked, throwing the boy a -what you hoped looked carefree- smile.

But Draco didn’t show any intention to step out of the way and stared directly into your eyes.

“What book?”

“It´s for homework. Potions.”

“Which book exactly?”

“Godric, is this an interrogation?” You laughed nervously.

“Actually, it is, yeah.”, Draco responded.

“Draco, just give me five minutes to grab my book and…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”

“What? I don’t…” But as you saw the look on Draco´s face, you knew it was pointless to keep on playing pretend. You sighed. “Fine, I wasn’t going to get a book.”

“What then?”

You lowered your gaze, now looking at your shoes, crossing your arms in front of your chest as well.

“Why do you still ask if you already know?”, you responded in a low voice.

When Draco saw that you had put off your guard, his gaze softened.

“You felt bad all day, haven’t you? I´ve seen you.”

Normally, you would now crack a joke about Draco watching you so closely, but now, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked gently.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

Draco´s hand brushed over your cheek, causing you to flinch. But the Slytherin didn’t get confused by it and gently placed his thumb under your chin, forcing you to look up. At first, you tried to still avoid his gaze, but when it finally met yours, you saw nothing but affection and concern lying within them.

“You don’t bother me. You never could, you know that?”, he whispered.

You gave him a short nod.

“Is there anything I can do for you now?”

You knew he was hoping that you would tell him there was something. That he could take you on a walk, go to the Astronomy tower to catch some more fresh air, or maybe just sit beside you, letting you know he was there for you. But right now, you didn’t feel like any of these things would help you calm down again. You could still hear the echo of your heartbeat loudly in your ears and your field of vision still felt narrowed. And right now you didn’t feel like anything Draco could say or do could change anything about it. The only thing that could help you was up in your dorm. Hidden in between all your other bathroom stuff.

“Just let me go.”, you said, as you took a step back, making Draco´s hand fall off your face.

His eyes widened.

“What?”

“You know what I said, Draco. Just let me go. Please.” You looked at the boy pleadingly.

But Draco shook his head.

“You know I can´t.”

“You can. You have to.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I would leave you alone now? If I would let you go knowing you…” His voice broke.

“What kind of friend are you that you don’t want to help me?”, you returned.

The boy looked as if you had just punched him in the face. And as you realized what you had just said, you felt like that was just what you did.

“Draco, I´m sorry, I didn’t mean to… But I really need to… I just can´t…”

“If you´ll leave right now I´ll go and tell Madame Pomfrey.”, Draco cut you off roughly.

You froze.

“What?”

“If you´ll leave now, I´ll tell her.” Draco´s voice sounded calm but determined. He shook his head sadly. “Merlin, I should have told someone right away. I just can’t believe I have let you keep on doing this all the time.”

“Draco, you can´t…”

“I can. And I will.”

“You won´t.”

You shook your head in denial. Your thoughts were racing. The only person, you thought you could trust was now threatening to betray you. Deep down you knew, Draco didn’t mean to hurt you. Actually, it was the exact opposite. He wanted to help you, wanted to make you finally feel better again. But right now, that wasn’t how you saw the situation.

“I will (Y/n). I swear to Salazar, if you´ll walk through that door, I´ll give the alarm. I don’t care if you´ll be mad at me or hate me. If that´s what it takes, I´ll do it.”

You stared at Draco with widened eyes. The way he returned your gaze left no doubt that these weren’t just empty words.

“But you… I… I trusted you.”

Draco nodded.

“I know.”

The way he stayed so calm in this situation, angered you. He was going to make a decision that would change your entire life for you and not even ask you for permission.

“That´s extortion.”, you spit out.

“Call it what you want (Y/n). I´ll do it anyway.”

“Damn it Draco. Just leave it. That´s none of your business!”

Draco looked at you incredulously. And finally, his calm façade seemed to crumble.

“None of my business? You really want to tell me this is none of my business?” His voice was shaking as it got louder. “All of this is my fucking business (Y/n). I was there for you the entire time. I tried everything to make you feel better. Do you have any idea how that felt? Knowing that in the end nothing I ever did really helped? Well, let me tell you, it sucked. And do you know how it felt to be constantly worried about you? To be scared any time I saw you walking away because I didn’t know what would happen? What you would do to yourself once more? To anxiously wait for you every morning and every evening, every time I hadn’t seen you for a few hours, because I didn’t know what happened in the meantime? And to let you walk away on your bad days, knowing that I have failed once again. And that I knew that you would have to pay the price for it? Tell me, do you know how that feels?”

You looked at the boy with widened eyes. The pounding of your heart had become even faster. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes. You tried to swallow the lump of guilt building up in your throat, but it only became bigger and bigger. You knew what was the right reaction to this. You knew it would have been right to just give in and accept the help he was offering you. Because by now you had crossed a line you had never intended to. You had not only hurt yourself, but someone around you. Someone you deeply cared about and someone you loved with all your heart. But while you knew rationally what you had to do, your mind somehow still couldn’t accept it.

So you straightened your shoulders and returned Draco´s gaze, hoping the tears wouldn’t start to fall yet.

“I didn’t ask you to.”, you simply responded.

Draco stepped closer to you, towering you up. His chest was now almost touching yours, rising and falling heavily.

“No, you didn’t. But I do anyway. And I don’t care if you try to push me away. I don’t need your damn permission. I won´t leave. You hear me? I won´t leave you. Not before I know you´re okay. I know I can´t make a decision for you. That´s on you. You can either run off right now or you can stay. But I´ll be there whatever you decide to do. You don´t have to go through this alone.”

By now the tears actually started to fall, which made you even angrier.

“Why do you care? Why do you care what happens to me?”, you said, now raising your voice as well.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone!”, he shouted back.

It was as if time slowed down. You looked at Draco in disbelief, who was panting, face reddened by anger. He looked down at you, returning your gaze.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone.”, he repeated in a now much lower voice.

A few moments of silence passed as you stared up into his grey eyes which were by now filled with tears as well. You couldn’t recall having him ever seen that upset before.

“Draco, I…”, you spoke up, but Draco interrupted you.

“You… you don’t have to say anything right now (Y/n). I know it´s not what… But I need you to know that I just care way too much about you to let you just keep going. I mean, I can´t just stand here and continue watching you hurting yourself like that.”

The tears in your eyes were by now running free, and a small sob escaped your throat.

And when Draco opened his arms, you gave in for the very first time, letting him hold you close, while you buried your head in the crook of his neck, still sobbing softly.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there like this, but slowly, your tears began to fade and your breath began to normalize again.

“I´m sorry.”, you finally whispered, still hiding in the comfort of his embrace,

You could feel Draco shaking his head,

“There´s nothing to be sorry about, love.”, he answered.

And when you finally dared to take a step back again, you could see Draco smiling down at you shyly. With a swish of his wand, he removed the damage the tears had done to your face. By now, only your slightly puffy eyes could make someone suspect something had been going on.

“You know what´s the most fucked up thing about this? I know you are right. I know that I… that this isn’t the way it´s supposed to be but I just... Godric I´m just so scared. And I feel so embarrassed and guilty and it´s just… I don’t know where to start. Or how to stop.”

Draco nodded. His hand caressed your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your face.

“But no matter what. I´m here for you (Y/n). I´ll always be.”

You smiled at the boy wryly.

“Thank you.”

Draco mirrored your smile and pulled you close again. He placed a small kiss on the crown of your head as you inhaled the calming scent of his cologne.

“Nothing to thank me for love.”

A few weeks later, you were sitting down at the lake once more. You looked at the water in front of you and how the small waves curled on the surface. The murmuring of the waves and the swooshing of the wind softly moving the trees behind you made you sleepy.

You laid back a bit, curling up against the warm body behind you, as you rest your head on his shoulder. Some strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer. You sighed comfortably.

“What are you thinking about, love?”, Draco asked.

“I was thinking about how lucky I am.”, you responded.

“You better be, you got the most handsome boy in the school as your boyfriend.”, he chuckled.

You grinned.

“I´m surprised you didn’t say the most handsome one in the world.”

“Would have been just as right. But I didn’t want to sound too smug.”

“Oh yeah, you are not only the most handsome but also the most humble person in this world.”, you teased.

“So you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That I´m the most handsome person in the world.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You might be.”

“Only if you don’t count yourself in.”

“You´re adorable.”

“Add this to your list of reasons why you love me.”

You sat up slightly, so you were able to look at your boyfriend. He was right. He was for sure the most handsome person in the world. You pecked his lips, making him smile against yours.

“You could look like a Blast-Ended Skrewt and I´d still love you.”

“Of course, you would. I´ve got a very engaging personality as well.”

“You do for sure.”, you laughed.

Draco mirrored your laugh before he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in, pressing his lips on yours.

“Thank you.”, you mumbled in between two kisses.

Draco looked at you questioningly.

“For what?”

“For everything. For being with me and staying with me.”

Draco threw you a small smile before his lips slightly brushed yours again.

“You deserve all the love and all the happiness in the world (Y/n). And I´m just so happy that I can give it to you. And I´ll never stop trying to continue doing so.”

You mirrored his smile.

“You do for sure.”, you whispered against his lips, before getting lost in him once more.

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