#if he had the right people around him maybe he would've turned out okay eventually. but it didnt happen. she never met willas but sometimes

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1 day i will make a meta of sansa's dynamic with her metaphorical champions/suitors & how that correlates to the ashford theory (i.e sansa being betrothed to joffrey baratheon, then promised to willas tyrell, then being married to tyrion lannister, then being married to harry hardying then married to aegon vi targaryen & aurane velaryon but it is not this day. lmao. when i make that meta it'll be so over for y'all.

#out of the galaxy. || ooc. #just know that. she never marries after aurane. btw lmao #like if he like g-d forbid ever died before she did she'd like. literally never marry or love again like. thats it lmfao #but anyway like. she has a complicated relationship w/ all of them tbh & reflects on them sometimes. #she obviously hates joffrey for him abusing her but like. she can't help but feel sad for him at times bc like. he was so young. #if he had the right people around him maybe he would've turned out okay eventually. but it didnt happen. she never met willas but sometimes #she wondered what it would've been like to be lady of highgarden but she hopes he's doing alright. her dynamic w/ tyrion is. complicated #like. he was never like openly cruel to her or anything & she's grateful to him for saving her life & standing up for her but like. #there's always that grief surrounding their families & i think she resented & mostly afraid of him at the time but in hindsight she's+ #grateful that he never hurt her or forced himself on her. harry she hardly knew unfortunately but like she disliked him at first #but then he actually seemed to warm up to her & she had him tied around her lil finger but she knows that she wouldn't like to be married+ #to a guy who actually has children w/ sb else. like. she's seen how that played out & while she wouldn't be mean it makes her uncomfortable #but especially surrounding aegon bc like. she's not naive enough to say she loved him but like. she actually LIKED him #like. while she was wary of him at first she warmed up to him & genuinely respected him as a person & most importantly aegon was her FRIEND #they got along rly well due to their similar upbringings & what they had to do to survive & like. he's actually a decent guy in canon. lmao #he's handsome & was chivalrous & honorable & sweet w/ her but also like batshit insane in a good way. like. #he was the golden prince she always wanted since she was a little girl; the prince that joffrey was supposed to be but never was. #he gave her a future as queen of westeros that was originally HERS. so when daenerys eventually executes him she has mixed feelings about i #aegon was good to her & she'd vowed not to betray him & she actually intended to keep that vow. to her she was forever in his debt+ #he gave her a future from her isolation & suffering @ winterfell bc of how much everything changed & he waited for her to love him back. #he actually showed her respect & gave her a solid future when she felt alone & abandoned & led her gently into a world of his own making+ #& gave her back her honor & a future. esp when the north was divided between jon rickon & herself. most preferred jon or rickon over her. #without aegon's intervention she probably would've had to marry some northern lord below her station. the winterfell succession crisis wild #but aurane velaryon? that's the love of her life. her bold captain. he taught her how to love & coaxed her in the sun to bloom & freed her. #freed her from the chains of her family obligations. he taught her to break the rules of tradition & follow her heart & trust her instincts #he was there with her in her darkest hour. he quite literally saved her life & defended her honor when no one else had the balls to do that #no one looks @ or touches her the way aurane does she loved him madly truly & deeply he took her girlhood in his stride but when autumn cam #she escaped & had to push him into the deepest recesses of her mind in the name of survival & pragmatism but she never stopped loving him. #& his sweet memory brought too much heartache & bittersweetness for her. she lowkey waited for him for years. & they EVENTUALLY reunited ! #he fought & got legitimized for HER. she's. so genuinely happy w/ that man. he's one of her best friends & the father to her children.

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could you maybe write a piece where it's harry that's a bit insecure because the reader wants to keep their relationship very private and not tell people about it?

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Insecure

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: kissing, fluff, a bit of dirty talk

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"Just 10 more minutes, please, H?" you pouted, snaking your arms tightly around his chest, to try and keep him in bed. Unfortunately, he had an interview to go to.

"Y/n, baby, you know I have to leave soon. And I haven't even taken a bath."

"So leave without taking a bath. You smell so good anyways" you slid up and kissed his pecs, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"That's it. I'm getting out." he gently picked up your arms and kept it on the bedding beneath, and quickly jumped off the bed.

"Nooo" you whined, and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Okay. If I hadn't gotten out, you would've found another way to make me stay." He bent over and picked up his clothes, strewn across the floor from the night before.

"Nice ass" you remarked, making one last attempt at making him stay.

"Not gonna work" he replied, and finally picking up his clothes. He made his way to the bathroom, and closed the door.

You sighed, and slumped back on the bed, pulling the blanket to cover your body, you closed your eyes, waiting for him to come back.

He came back about half an hour later, and you'd already fallen back to sleep. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he slowly made his way over to your sleeping form, and climbed on the bed. He leaned over, and shook his wet hair over your face.

The tiny water droplets showered on your face, and you immediately pushed him away, and he fell on the bed. He started to laugh hysterically, holding his stomach.

"Not funny" you said, wiping off the water. Giving him an angry look, you turned to the other side.

"Hey, I was just playing."

"Sure you were"

"So listen, how about we go to dinner after I come back? You be ready and I'll pick you up?"

"Oh…"

"Think about it, text me before 4. We'll go to that fancy italian place y’like.”

“But-there'll be paparazzi, right?”

“Yeah. Obviously” he chuckled “So?”

“I don’t know, Harry, it’s just–I don’t want people to know yet, like, officially.”

He frowned, his heart sinking a bit.”But there's already pictures of us outside the gym from last week-and that actually means something, right? And, we both wear promise rings. One close up and they’ll figure it out” he said, pulling up his pants he had laid out the night before.

“Yeah, but that’s kinda–different? I don't know. Going to gym together dosen’t really do what going to dinner together does. Please, Harry?”

“Mmm, okay.” he buttoned up his shirt, and pulled on a loose cardigan, and went into the closet to choose footwear.

“So, that would mean I have to say I’m single when they ask me that today?”

You thought, and felt a bit sad. You wanted to go to the tallest building in the world and yell, “I’m dating Harry Styles, bitches!”. But, you couldn’t. At least, not yet.

“Yes?” you murmured, hoping Harry would hear. You also hoped he wouldn’t be sad, or feel bad.

“Yeah, alright.” He walked out wearing white vans, that complemented his blue jeans.

“How do I look?”

“Great” you replied.

“Quick, give me a hug and a kiss before I leave” he walked to the corner of the bed, while you peeled yourself off, and walked on your knees to the edge, the blanket still draped over your body.

He leaned down and kissed you, and you snaked his arms around his neck. He pulled away quickly, and put your back down. He smiled, turning back and waving at you as he left.

As soon as he got out of the room, his sile turned into a frown. He sighed, as the guilt and sadness took over him. Why did you not want anyone to know? Like, both of your friends knew, and people would find out eventually, but still.

Why?

He respected your decision, and would never go against it. He wouldn’t tell people till you were ready. But, what if you won’t be ready? Ever?

Taking his shades and keys, he left the house.

. . .

The interview went great, as he had expected. Better, actually. Whenever he was asked a question about a significant other, he brushed it off charmingly, and thankfully, they didn’t ask any more nosy or follow up questions. He loved interviewers like that.

On his drive back to his shared home with his “girlfriend”, his mind was clouded with thoughts. Why did you not want anyone to know? Were you ashamed? Did you not want your family to know, so they wouldn’t judge you? Maybe your parents didn’t approve you dating a famous person? Maybe you didn’t want to be seen with him like that? Was he that bad?

These things, and some much worse clouded his mind, against his better judgement. Harry wasn’t perfect per-se, but he tried. He knew he could be a bit too much at times, but he worked on that.

Turning over to the last turn towards your house, he took deep breaths, and wiped a few tears off his cheek with the back of his cardigan. He stayed in the car for a few minutes, to let the rednes in his eyes and sadness on his face fade away.

Walking up the path to the main door, he didn’t want to go inside. If you didn’t want to be seen with him, why were you even with him in the first place?

He rung the doorbell, and felt the patter of feet of you making your way to the dor. The door clicked open, and then there you were, with a the soft, glowy face and a lovely smile, holding a spatula. he took a step in, and leaned in to kiss you. You held his neck with the other hand and kissed him back. He snuck an arm around your waist, as the other one closed the door shut behind him.

The kiss wan’t just a quick peck, and you wanted more. Your hand travelled up from his neck to his hair, gently tugging at it. Harry released a filthy moan into your hot mouth, and that was it for both of you. You dropped the spatula on the floor and held onto his shoulders, as he gripped your hips and lifted your up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, he made his way to your bedroom.

“You smell so fucking good” you said, peppering kisses over his cheek. Travelling down to his neck, where you bit his earlobe and kissed his neck. Harry was getting impatient, and he quickly jogged the last few steps, finally reaching your bedroom.

He went straight to your shared bed, throwing you into the centre. You fell with a soft thud, your hair bouncing and framing your little face perfectly. He climbed on the bed too, hovering over your body. Your lips intertwined again, but this time, it was hot tongues and moans into each other's mouths.

Harry wrapped his hand around your throat, and pushed you down. His tongue made its way into your mouth, tasting you. You moaned, as his tongue glided with yours. You had been impatient since the morning, and he was finally giving you what you wanted,

His hand travelled down, pulling the loose string of your sweats. You lifted your hips up, and he slid them off your legs, throwing them away. He was still so much fully dressed, and you wanted to get him naked. Touch his chest and pepper kisses all over it.

You pushed him off to the side, and quickly climbed on him, perching your hips on his waist. You could see his jeans thickening, and you pulled off the cardigan, throwing it on the bed.

Harry wanted to do this. To have sex with you. Eat you out. But, his mind wasn’t letting him. He still kept thinking everything he was while driving, and if he didn’t talk to you about it soon, he would go mad.

He grabbed your wrists when you tried to unbutton his shirt. He sat up, holding your waist so you wouldn’t topple over. Your eyes widened at the sudden halt, and you gave him a confused look.

“H-what–?”

“Can we talk?”

“Right now?” you saw the look on his face. He looked desperate, and…sad. “Okay. What happened? Tell me.” you held his hand in yours, gently kissing his knuckles.

“It’s just–I keep thinking about why you-you don’t want to tell everyone we are dating. It’s driving me mad. Is it me? Am I not worth telling everybody? Is there something wrong with me?”

Your heart broke into a million pieces when he said that. He looked so sad and broken, because of you.

“What? No! Jesus! Harry, why would you even think tha?”

“I’m sorry. This-nobody has ever asked me to keep our relationship a secret and I–I can’t just stomach it. I need to know why?”

“Hey, don’t apologise. Alright? It’s not your fault. “

“Then why?”

“Ok. Here it goes. The reason why I don’t want to tell everyone yet is because-It’s probably stupid.” you slumped, now feeling embarrassed at your reason for all this.

“No, it’s not. Tell me.”

“It’s me. I just think that I can’t compare to anyone–literally anyone you’ve dated before, and it makes me really sad. And when everyone–your fans, your family–they find out, they will think low of me, and that you are probably doing me a favour by dating me. And I know it’s hella stupid, but I am not ready for all the judgement and comments and paps and–”

“Hey! It’s okay. Don’t panic. And I get you, okay. Dating someone like me can be a bit…overwhelming? at times. I am so used to everything that I just don’t realise that you could feel burdened by everthing. And I know how my fans can get sometimes. I love them, more than anything in the world. It’s just–they get defensive and often judge-y of the person I date.”

“I know! And I’m sorry if I made you feel bad about yourself.”

“No, it’s okay. I just wished you could’ve talked to me about it sooner. And hey, don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. There’s a reason why I’m not dating anyone else but you. I love you and I want to be with you. And don’t worry about my family. They are great people. They don’t judge the people I date. They are really, really good people.” he lifted your hands with his, kissing your hand and knuckles, like you had kissed his.

Your eyes were wide, and your mouth fell open. It was the first time he had said I love you.

“What–happened?” he asked, a bit concerned.

“You–you love me?” you replied, eyes welling up with tears.

Now, his face mirrored yours.

“I–I don’t-I didn’t–You don’t have to say it back.”

“Of course I do. I love you too, H.” a tear rolled down your eyes, and you quickly got up and kissed him.

He kissed you back, wiping the tear off your cheek.

“I love you so much. So, so much.” you told him, kissing both his cheeks.

“I love you too, baby. And we don’t have to tell people if you don’t want to. We will, whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you. You are the best. I don’t deserve you” you turned, sitting down on his lap.

“Sure you do. Now, what are we eating tonight? I’m hungry.”

“I made pasta. The spatula—I threw it on the door” you laughed, and he started to laugh with you.

“God.” he shook his head, and you looked up at him.

“C’mon, get up. I need to freshen up.”

“But this–” you looked down between your thighs, where your panties had soaked through from your activities earlier.

“What? Oh! My baby got wet, didn’t she?” you nodded, looking at him with doe eyes, hoping he’ll do something.

“Well, you’ll have to wait till after dinner. Then, I’ll carry you back here like I did before. Lay you down sweetly on the bed. Then spread those pretty thighs of yours, and eat your pretty pussy out. Till you’re begging me to stop. The, I’ll fuck you, and make you look into my eyes, while I tell you how perfect you are. And I that I love you, every time you come around my cock.”

You pressed your thighs together, while he described everything he was going to do to you.

“You’re not helping”

“Wasn’t planning on, love”

. . .

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Learning to Love Part 9

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: 18+, langauge, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, fake relationship, eventual smut, minor enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.

word count: 2.3k

Part 8 ←→ Part 10

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You’re not entirely sure where you are when consciousness reaches you. All you know is your head is pounding, there’s a hand around your waist, and your phone is louder than it has ever been. Blindly reaching for it you find the object vibrating against the night stand before grabbing it and pulling it to your ear.

“Hello?” you groan out, your voice sounding too loud even.

“Where are you? The bar is opening in twenty minutes and Randy has the day off. It’s a Sunday, I cannot work this shift without you” Mila’s words sober you up in an instant and you shoot up in the bed, the hand on your waist falling off.

“Shit, okay I’m on my way” you tell her before hanging up. That’s when you realize you’re naked. Bare as the day you were born and it has your head swiveling to spot the just as naked man beside you.

“Fuck” you whisper out and quickly rush to grab your things. Rafe doesn’t even flinch which proves he was just as drunk as you. Only bits and pieces of the night was still there but if you had to guess, you had sex with Rafe.

You stumble into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door before turning the shower on. You look like hangover and smell like sex, and were definitely going to be late for work. So you shower in record time, using majority of the tiny shampoo and conditioner the hotel provided. You accept your hair will be a mess when the comb provided barely pulls through your wet hair. It’s then you realize you have to pull your dress on from last night and embark on the walk of shame once again.

“Rafe, I have to go” you poke the boy after you’re dressed. He’s laid in bed but he doesn’t even react to your touch. Shoving him a few more times you plead. “I’m going to be late for work”

A low groan came from his mouth before rolling over and revealing his bare ass to you. You gasp out and turn away, accepting he wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon. So you grab your purse and order the uber you remember wanting last night. Once in the lobby you see your ride already waiting and rush to it before people can recognize you’re wearing what you had on the night before.

Sighing it’s not long until you pull up to the bar that is just about to open for lunch hours. Before any customers can arrive you rush in to find Mila working feverishly behind the bar to set up today’s workload. She barely realizes you’re there until you step behind the bar and go to enter the kitchen and find your office.

“Maybe we should start packing overnight bags for work parties” she teases and you rolls your eyes, in search of coffee and food.

“What’s the fun in that?” you tell her before slipping into the kitchen and ignoring the looks your employees gave you. Once locked in your office you find the spare set of work clothes packed away and quickly change. When you swing your door back open, Eddie the head chef is standing in front of it with coffee and a bagel.

“You might need this” he says and you take it with a smile, thanking him, even though you are now morbidly embarrassed for doing the walk of shame in front of people you had to lead.

“Gonna tell me about last night?” Mila asks once you’re back behind the bar, a quarter of the bagel already stuffed in your mouth.

“If I can remember it, sure” and she gasps at you and that’s when you’re hit with the memory of the elevator ride. Rafe’s hands on your hips and how he had squeezed your ass. Mila watches as realization crosses your face. “Oh God”

“Okay, now you have to tell me” she says and more floods back, him pulling you into the room. How he had undressed you and how good his hands and mouth had felt all over you. How you had pulled his pants down so eagerly. How he had his head inbetween your legs.

“Damnit, we had sex” and Mila doesn’t understand your disappointment before letting out a squeal and jumping up and down like a school girl.

“This is so great!” she squeaks, coming to squeeze your arms but then she catches the forlorn look painted on your face.

“Mila I barely remember it and on top of that what if he didn’t like it and I was too drunk to notice” you pout and she rolls her eyes before crossing her arms.

“Of course he liked it, I mean what did he say this morning” and you give her a sheepish look that has her gasping out loud.

“You snuck out on him!” she gives your arm a quick whack and you yelp before holding where she hit you.

“It wasn’t like that, you called freaking out and I couldn’t get him to wake up. I was already running late so I just called an uber and sent him a text explaining why” Mila was burying her face in her hands and groaning at her silly best friend. She didn’t care if she was late if it meant her best friend was finally comfortable enough to be with another man.

“That don’t matter, you snuck out after he slept with you. Now he thinks you regret it” Mila tells you and the realization dawns on you. You did sneak out like he was just some one night stand which is so not true.

“Fuck” you groan before leaning on the counter and dropping your head into your arms. You had been in love with Rafe this entire time and you always thought he’d be the one to screw it up. Not you.

“Listen, don’t lose all hope. I’ll see if Randy can come in and you just go and see him” Mila says as she pulls out her phone to already text Randy and beg him to come in on his day off. He would more than likely say yes, Mila had that kind of effect on people.

“I don’t know what to say to him. Hey glad we slept together, don’t take me sneaking out as I didn’t like it” you wished more than anything that you could tell her the truth right now. That it was never real, the relationship was fake and you were the one stupid enough to catch feelings and sleep with the guy. Any chance of keeping him for real was now long gone.

“No, just say you didn’t want to leave but had an emergency here. Once everything was covered you made sure to come back and see him” she says setting a reassuring hand on your back and you sigh.

“I don’t know why I just don’t think sometimes” you groan and she presses her lips together as she gives you a quick hug.

“It’s new to you, trusting someone like that. Just explain that to him” she says and you can only smile at your dearest friend, the one who has always been there for you. Loved you no matter your size.

“Thanks Mila” you tell her and she grins, squeezing you closer, and for once you realize that even if Rafe does break your heart at least you have the best friend in the world to help pick up the pieces.

It takes Randy only an hour to get to your shift and by then you’re in full panic mode. Rafe still hadn’t texted you back and to you that was a sign that he was mad. Whether it was about you sneaking out or the fact he slept with you, you weren’t sure. It was scary either way. Which is why you rush into his condo entrance in a rush.

“Miss Y/N, so glad to see you” the doorman Robert says to you. Rafe had made sure he knew who you were so you’d have no issues getting to his floor.

“Yeah you too Robert, hey do you know if Rafe is home?” you ask, a bit panicked, and knowing your eyes darting around the lobby made it look like something bad happened.

“I’m sorry hun but I haven’t seen him, figured he had a rough night at that party. That’s how it usually goes” he says and you somehow manage to crack a smile.

“That’s true, thanks Robert” you tell him and he nods as you rush back out of the condo complex and back to Mila’s car that she let you borrow. You know Rafe wasn’t still at the hotel, that wasn’t his style. So you set off in the direction of his work, knowing only he would find time to finish work on a Sunday.

Getting into Rafe’s building is much more difficult than the condo. Yet thankfully the woman at the front desk recognizes you and you assume only for being shocked to see you with Rafe in the first place. By the time you’re in the elevator you’re freaking out, unsure of what to say to him as you reach his now empty work floor. Heading towards his office you see his office has the door cracked open. Yet before you push it fully open, a familiar voice stops you.

“Can’t believe you’re still with that girl” you freeze against the door, heart thumping wildly. You lean forward to see those perfect long legs crossed and revealing too much thigh in the tight pencil skirt. If the voice wasn’t a dead giveaway, the blond hair sure as hell was. AJ.

“Come on AJ, she’s a sweet girl. You gotta know that by now” Rafe’s familiar voice envelopes you and your heart instantly slows. It’s in this moment you realize it wasn’t the alcohol that convinced you to trust him last night. You already did. He knew you, and you weren’t afraid anymore to let him see that.

“Well of course I do Rafe, that doesn’t change the fact she’s a big girl” yes you had judged AJ for her looks, because she was perfect. Yet with how nice she had been to you, you didn’t expect this.

“Well obviously AJ, she is a big girl but she’s got a big heart to match. It’s not always about the looks” Rafe’s defense has you calming down but it doesn’t change the fact you’re hearing a conversation you didn’t want to be apart of. Hearing how he didn’t find you attractive.

“But isn’t it? I mean you of all people would never date a big girl, hell based on the way you throw me around the bedroom I’m surprised you’re even still with her” and there’s the kicker, the pierce in your heart. Rafe was still sleeping with AJ. This whole time. Sneaking around with the perfect skinny blonde girl just to be able to deal spending time with you.

“Listen, I have never been attracted to big girls-” but you don’t want to hear anymore. You don’t want to hear about all the ways AJ was so much better than you and you had let Rafe sleep with you when all along he was sleeping with her. So as the silent tears stream down your face you rush away before you hear any of the vile things Rafe has to say. Thing was, you didn’t hear the best part.

“But I don’t know why! I mean AJ, she’s so beautiful. All of the time, and her laugh, it makes my heart flutter everytime. If I could make her laugh forever I would. I spent so long thinking there was this ideal standard of a girl to be with and up until now I realize that isn’t true. It’s not about looks. No one is truly beautiful until you love them for all the pieces that make them who they are. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love until now” Rafe is grinning by the time he’s done talking and AJ chuckles.

“Well would you look at that, Rafe’s gone all soft” and Rafe is rolling his eyes at one of his oldest friends. Someone he never truly loved like that either.

“I guess that’s just what happens when you meet the right one” Rafe tells her and AJ shrugs before sitting up.

“Well softie, don’t work too hard. It’s Sunday and I know that’s the tux you wore to the party last night. I’ll see you in the morning” AJ says as she uncrosses her legs and pushes the chair back. Rafe watches as she leaves the office and smiles with his mind still on you.

That’s when his phone finally buzzes to life on his desk, the charger connected to his computer finally providing power to text you back after this morning. He was a little hurt you weren’t there, but it was you. He knew you had good reason. Which is true when he is met with the text you had sent him this morning. Before he can respond though, another one comes through.

“What the fuck”

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Hii!! This is my first time doing this so I hope I'm doing it right 💀 If you're still available for requests, I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a one-shot (whichever you like more) for a gn or fem reader that's best friends with Velvet and Veneer and is also a famous singer?

If you need a little more inspiration, maybe they would've met at an award show or something similar. I feel like Veneer would be the first to become friends with the reader and then Velvet would become a little more approachable and friendly. Or maybe they were both fans of each other and became fast friends and eventually besties.

Or if you have your own ideas, write those instead! Whatever you choose to do, I'll be happy with! I love them so much and your previous writings have fueled my obsessed brain 😅

I hope you have a good day!! And thank you so much!! 💖

▐ Omg hey of course i can do it, thank you very much, your idea is really good and i will love to write it!

໑୧﹒★﹒Velvet and Veneer x famous!Reader - Headcanon's/one-shot ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You were a famous artist and at an award you met the famous twins Velvet and Veneer and maybe you three became best friends

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - FEM!Reader, swearing

★ ONE SHOT ★

- You were a famous artist, known for your addictive and amazing songs

- So because of your undeniable talent you were invited to an awards ceremony, you were very excited thinking about the artists you could meet there

- So the day of the big awards event finally arrived, you talked to several famous stars until you noticed a big commotion around two people

- They were the twins Velvet and Veneer, you admired them a lot and wondered if you would have the chance to talk to them

- A few minutes passed and you had to go straight to a stage with other artists and the twins were there too

- The awards started when it was your turn and you ended up bumping into Veneer (who almost fell in the ground )

"Oh my god sorry! WAIT You're Y/N?" - you looked at him a little confused

"Yes, it's me, I'm sorry for bumping into you" - You scratched your head in embarrassment, your first time talking to him was already a disaster

"I've already listened to your songs, they're A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, my sister didn't want me to talk to you because you're an 'adversary', but look, call this number when you're free, kay? Bye bye" - and then Veneer walked away normally and you were perplexed

- On stage you received some awards and lots of applause and when the event ended you were still thinking about what Veneer had said, did he liked your music? Unbelievable

- When you got home you called the number and it was Veneer's number, you and him talked for hours about many things

- You and Veneer became friends very fast so he asked you to go out together, you, him and Velvet, you just thought how unbelievable that was if that was a dream you didn't want to wake up

- Then the day came when you met again, Veneer immediately greeted you while Velvet looked at you with disdain and crossed arms.

"Y/N we have so much to talk about! Let's go"

"Ugh what a nonsense"

- When Veneer left your side for a while, Velvet immediately looked at you with disdain and held your face for you to look at her

“You may fool my foolish brother, but you won’t fool me, don’t try to draw attention to yourself, get out of my way.”

"No, it's nothing like that, I admire you two a lot, I didn't want to give you that impression"

- Then Veneer comes back with some random stuff and you feel a little embarrassed.

"Hey is something wrong going on Y/N?"

"No, it's fine..."

- You spend the rest of the day trying to please Velvet and Veneer, but Veneer doesn't quite understand your sudden change in mood

- At the end of the day you say goodbye and when you open your cell phone you are bombarded with messages from Veneer

★ Veneer Bestie

- Girl are you okay? You looked so uncomfortable

- Something happened?

- I'm going to hit whoever messed with you 😈

It's okay I just think your sister dont like me 😭 -

- She doesn't like anyone lMAO 💀💀💀

- Just wait a while, someday she will trust you

- So every day you became closer to them and one day Velvet finally gave in

"Lest do a feat with me, you and Veneer" - she said crossing her arms

"Oh my god???? Yes I thought you would never ask"

"First I'm not asking, I'm ordering, secondly, don't think we're friends, I just liked your voice a little"

- You released your first feat together and it literally blew up, you were the most talked about at the moment

- You were the trio of the moment!

★ HEADCANON'S ★

- You are always together at events, always laughing and gossiping about everyone around you

- Velvet is very cruel, but sometimes she treats you well, Veneer is super kind

- Velvet definitely posts a lot of photos of the three of you together

- Since you are their best friend, they are very supportive of your career as you are of theirs

- Did you post a new song? They disclose

- Did they post a new song? You disclose

- You three are literally the trio goal of most mount rageons

- When you're with Velvet you're are both cruel judgers making fun of any idiot , especially when you two are angry or disgusted (but Velvet is much more aggressive)

- When you're with Veneer, sometimes you have to stand up for him otherwise he just lets it go (even if it's a very offensive thing)

- The three of you together are complete chaos, you have the funniest moments together

- Literally the presence of the three of you together is devastating, funny and chaotic

- Definitely a fan created a channel on youtube of "Best moments of the chaotic trio"

- You guys spend a lot, but like A LOT of money when you're together

"Look Y/N this suits you! I'm going to buy all of them" - she said with the ugliest thing she found in the store

"Oh how cute I need this!" - he said with the most useless thing in his hand that he will never use but it's super expensive

"My God, you guys are wasting money machines "

- Definitely have sleepovers and Velvet always puts on the worst horror movie possible

- And even so, Veneer is scared to death, all covered up, holding onto your arm while Velvet slaps you because she only knows how to laugh by hitting (and like a trapped goose)

"Dammit Velvet stop hitting me!”

"HWHWYWUWJSHEG *trapped goose sounds* I CANT"

"Y/N HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO DIE I WANT TO STOP WATCHING BUT I CAN'T!"

- You and Velvet start laughing together and Veneer gets sulky and stomps away

"I AM SORRY VENEER JSHSHSJSJHDBDL"

"I won't forgive you Y/N" (two minutes later he forgets)

- If any insect comes near you three, you will have to kill it because Velvet is disgusted and Veneer is afraid

"LOOK AT THIS DISGUSTING THING KILL IT!" - Velvet screams going behind Y/N

"KILL IT NOW WHAT IF THIS MONSTER TAKES OVER OUR HOUSE?!" - Veneer says desperately behind Y/N

"Relax, you two, it's just a spider" - you pick it up on paper and in a jar and put it outside

- After you leave, Velvet will "accidentally" step on the poor spider

- And this is your normal day to day as the best trio of Mount Rageous

▐ Hello y'all, this was just so fun to write omg

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ★

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Peter Parker - I wasn't here.

Warning : canon death

Genre : Angst

Synopsis : “Tasm!peter Parker x male reader who’s basically like Superman, basically them being childhood friends and eventually becoming heroes and telling one another but maybe during a patrol they get into a fight and have a falling off. fluff to angst” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You grew up with Peter, he wasn't your only friend but over the years he had been your only constant. The one who stayed despite all odds.

You were here at his parents’ death, giving him your support even though you were barely 6.

Even when you weren't in the same school he would still visit your house after class to do homework with you, even if you didn't have the same ones.

As you developed your powers, you told him about it. Both experiencing what you could do and couldn't. It constantly evolved, gaining new powers over time. He was the only one who knew about it, except your parents who had told you what would happen during your teenage years.

He never repeated it to anyone and you felt thankful. Not even when you began your vigilante activities after a few years.

Fighting villains and helping people whenever you could. Peter envied you, he wanted to do the same. He even was your guy in a chair for a time before gaining his own super powers, but he didn't tell you about them.

You were here again at the death of his uncle, but it's only later he told you about everything. His powers, his tracking of his uncle's murderer, and why he really died.

He explained how he got bitten by a spider in the Oscorp building he sneaked in. And how troublesome it was to get back home, making you laugh loudly as he was retelling the events of how he ripped that poor lady's shirt off.

“It's not funny !”

“It is ! You would've laughed if it had happened to me !”

“I wouldn't !”

“Liar !”

“It was embarrassing ! I looked like a total pervert !” He complained, planting his face in his hands, making you laugh again.

Like he had helped you with yours, you helped him with his powers. Helping him fabricate his suit and go after the guy who killed his uncle, without much success, finding the courage to climb high buildings as well.

Slowly his masked activities broadened, he wasn't looking anymore just for his uncle's murderer, but for anyone the police couldn't help.

And it's naturally you two went on patrol together. He even carried out his first big mission alone ; stopping Curt Connors from turning the whole of New York into giant lizards. Everything turned out fine, if not for the loss of George Stacy's life, Gwen's father.

“You're gonna make enemies. People will get hurt. Sometimes the people closest to you. So I want you to promise me something, okay ? Leave Gwen out of it. Promise me that. You promise me.” Were his last words to Peter, unable to utter a word, nodding only.

So he did as promised, he had broken up with her, or more accurately avoided her completely. He told you about it and you patted his back, telling him he was doing the right thing.

But time passed and they got back together, before breaking up again, and so on.

Everything was going fine until you began to talk about Gwen. His love that he couldn't drop.

You had stated your disagreement with his relationship, believing it was dangerous for Gwen to be around you or Peter as she didn't have powers to protect herself.

“I know you love her man, but you should leave her alone.”

“That's what I'm doing, [Name]. We broke up.”

“Really ? For real this time ? Or for a couple days ?” You didn't mean to sound this harsh, but you got tired of it. Tired to see your friend's guilty feelings eat him alive and make him act irrationally.

He frowned, not liking your insinuation.

“Yeah. For real.”

“Peter, you really should leave her alone, even if she comes to you. You know her father is right.”

“I know ! I don't need you to repeat what I know already ! Don't act like you're my conscience or something.”

“I'm not trying to act like I'm your conscience, but you clearly need me to be it since you keep seeing her. Do you think you're slick ? Stalking her ?”

“What ?” He laughed nervously. " I'm not stalking her !”

“Liar. If I could see it, what if a villain saw it too ? And connected the dots ? Thinking ‘oh Spider-Man likes her so I must kill her to hurt him’.”

“I'm being careful.”

“We're heroes. We're literally in the face of danger, we're not careful. Careful is to run away when in front of it.”

“I'm not alone, there's you, we can protect her with the two of us.” He smiled. Sometimes, he trusted your abilities too much.

“Do you think I have the time to constantly watch one person when there's all of New York to take care of ?”

“When you can't I will !”

“Peter, do you hear yourself ? This is not healthy !”

He took a step back, biting his own tongue.

“I have it under control.”

“You don't. You break up with her because you feel guilty. And when you can ignore her father you date her again. Then you feel guilty once more and you break up, again. This isn't healthy for any of you. How long are you going to keep hurting her ?”

“That's why this is the last time. I broke up with her for good.”

“Yeah ? Once again for how long ? A month ? Two ?”

“Stop it.”

“No ! You're gonna get her killed. Or drop the suit if you want her that much. Spiderman or Gwen ? Pick one, you can't have both !”

He said nothing for a moment, taking in your words.

“You're wrong, I can protect her.” He says quietly, hurt by your words.

You huffed, tired.

“I don't think you can. Why do you think you're the only friend I have now ? Because I know you can protect yourself, the others can't. It's too dangerous. You should know that.”

He remained silent for a moment.

“You should trust your powers more. You're literally a copy of Superman, when I'm just a crawly spider.”

“If you're just a crawly spider, then drop Gwen because you can't protect her forever.”

“But together we can !”

“No. Peter.”

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“But I really broke up with her.”

“And did you stop stalking her ? Are you really trying to move on ? Are you sure you won't go to her once you feel like it's fine ?”

He huffed, growing more annoyed by the second.

“Peter, I know it's hard but if you want her alive, leave her alone. Or drop the suit.”

He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“I can't…”

You sighed.

“Leave New York to me ! If I'm so strong, I can handle it by myself just fine, like before ! And go with her. It's not that hard. Drop the suit.”

He smiled apologetically.

“I can't…”

“Well, you don't have a choice. Pick one or life will make you pick one real quick.” You said, taking a few steps before putting on your mask and flying away.

The next day you went to your usual spot and Peter wasn't here. You called him and immediately your call was rejected. You sighed and abandoned, thinking he was still mad at your words and that it'll get better tomorrow.

But tomorrow was the same, and the days after too. Only hearing about Spider-Man on the news. If he wanted to be petty, you could be petty too, refusing to pay him or aunt May a visit to know how they were doing.

It went like this for months, and you missed him. You wondered if he missed you too.

Your pride was wounded too.

He couldn't drop a girl he's met a couple years ago but dropped you easily, even after all the years together. As if your friendship didn't mean anything against Gwen. You had nothing against her, she's a sweet girl but you were annoyed by the power she had over him.

Then you heard of something you hoped wouldn't happen, something that proved you and her father right, Gwen's death.

Your heart broke for Peter at the news. You tried to call him, to give him your support, but once again, he didn't answer.

You felt bad.

It was obvious he didn't want to hear from you, especially after what you said. He didn't want to hear “I told you so” from you, as if you'd ever tell him that.

Fuck. You regretted what you said. You should've agreed to keep watch on her, as unhealthy and morbid as it was. Maybe you could've helped avoid her death.

Maybe things would've been different with your help. If Spider-Man couldn't keep her alive, maybe you could've helped change that. Or was it too presumptuous to think so ?

God. Fuck. Was this your fault ?

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a heart like yours part 1: the mission

Summary: You're on a mission with Steve, Wanda, Natasha, and Loki to apprehend a healer who's been performing extreme acts of vigilante justice. Your altercation with her makes your life take a turn for the worst.

Pairing: Steve x Reader; Loki x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: cringe bf Steve and his god-awful nickname for you, childish petty jealous bf Steve, angst [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Hold on, so why are you going on this mission with the rest of them? And Romanoff, too?" Tony asked Steve, who was currently briefing the entire team on the mission that would start in the morning. "I mean okay I understand Rock of Ages and Maximoff because they have magic that can fight against this…what does she call herself again? The Sin Healer? Can I just say? Terrible name." 

"Craptastic," you butted in, leading Tony to bump fists with you. 

"And you," Tony pointed your way. "I understand you going. You speak the language like a local. But your boyfriend here?" He pointed at Rogers. "And Romanoff?" He pointed Nat's way. "I don't get it. You're better off replacing yourself with Thor on this one, Capsicle." 

"I can assure you that I can keep Lady Y/N safe, Steven," Thor spoke from his chair, munching on a pop tart and effectively getting crumbs everywhere. It was a godsend that the staff were so efficient in the tower or else he would've caused an ant problem years ago. "You have my word that between my brother and I, we'll bring her back in one piece for you. Isn't that right, Loki?" 

"That is correct, Brother. What ever magic this Sin Healer wields, I should be able to deflect it with no issue. I will stay close to Y/N and ensure that she will not be in any grave danger." He gave you a soft smile that you couldn't help but return, causing Steve to let out a barely audible groan. Despite all your reassurances throughout the eight months that you'd been together, Steve still maintained quite the sour attitude when it came to Loki's very obvious soft spot for you.

You were the only one that he didn't speak to with an air of superiority, as if he was looking down on you, as if he saw you as someone with an inferior mind. And you were also the only one who didn't treat him like he was a time bomb set to go off if you so much as breathed wrong around him. 

That, and he called you by your first name. With the exception of his brother, Loki only ever called everyone by their last names. 

The thought of him protecting you grated on Steve's nerves something bad, and he'd never tell you, but that was the only reason he assigned himself on this mission. It was no secret to him that you liked the god, perhaps even held a tiny crush on him when he moved into the Tower two years ago, something that you'd never admit to so he never bothered asking you. 

But what was also no secret to him that was for some reason completely oblivious to you, was that the god had feelings for you. Maybe even loved you. 

Despite what the rest of the team might think, he wasn't some naive old-fashioned "howdy how do you do ma'am" rootin' tootin' naive boy from the 40s anymore. He put in the effort to adjust and understand the world around him. And that included the cues that anyone displayed, human and god alike, when they were hiding their feelings. 

"I will go and I will stay close to Y/N," he insisted, reaching over and weaving his fingers through yours. "We're gonna be fine, babe." He really said it more to himself than to you, but it got you to send that smile his way, and that was enough. "Natasha and I are joining this mission because the Sin Healer can turn people into her own personal puppets and with the power she's been displaying, she might have a troop at her disposal. Those who aren't going will stay in the Tower on comms to assist remotely. As for the rest of us? We leave at 0500 hours." 

You barely slept that night, thinking about various strategies that you could employ to weave your way through the crowd and smoke out the Sin Healer.

Honestly the biggest atrocity at the moment was that sad excuse for a villain name. If she wanted to sound menacing she shouldn’t have tried to sound like she was Christ Incarnate—

"Y/N, Couchie, go to sleep, I'm begging you. I can hear the wheels in your head turning," Steve grumbled, throwing his arm around you and spooning you. "We have 12 hours to battle plan on the jet, and I don't want you falling asleep mid-flight again. Last time you nearly split your brow on Laufeyson's armor."

You groaned at the memory. No one wanted to take the seat next to him, still acting like he was two steps away from throwing them out the emergency exit doors mid-air, so you parked yourself in the vacant seat, much to your boyfriend's panic and dismay. Next thing you knew,  you were waking up with the raven-haired god holding you in a gentle and cautious embrace, one hand supporting your head, and your faces inches from one another. 

Naturally, you righted yourselves within seconds and pretended nothing happened. Really, nothing did. But it did paint quite the suspicious picture to anybody looking at it from an outsider's perspective. It definitely caused quite the argument between you and Steve the minute you entered your apartment in the tower, with him asking you point blank if anything was going on between you and the Asgardian. 

You two nearly broke up that night. Had it not been for Steve apologizing hours after he stormed out of your place, telling you that Loki himself had approached him and explained that he only held you like that because when the jet hit some turbulence, your head had swayed so dangerously close to the metal adorning his armor and he didn't want you slicing your face open on it.

"I'll just make sure I don't fall asleep next to Loki then," you retorted. 

"Just try to sleep, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

You tried. You failed. Something in you had a niggling feeling that this mission would end badly for at least one of the members of the team. 

And a large part of you felt so conflicted because instead of worrying about the well-being of yourself or your lover, or even your friends Nat and Wanda. No. Instead you found yourself foolishly worrying about undoubtedly the most powerful person on this mission. The thousand-something year old god who could probably perform this mission in his sleep, the one who didn't need worrying over. 

That silent unnecessary worrying was what led to where you were now, head leaned back against the wall of the Quinjet, strapped in as secure as can be (maybe a touch too tight for comfort) thanks to your overly cautious boyfriend, trying desperately to catch some winks while you and Steve waited for the rest of the team to board. 

"I told you to sleep earlier," he gloated in a tone similar to that borderline annoying 'more superior than thou' tone that he used in that star-spangled PSA. 

You felt someone occupy the seat next to you. "Hey, Couchie." You groaned at Nat's teasing. Everyone who knew the nickname Steve had taken to calling you had their opinion on it. It was atrocious. And you had to agree. 

Unfortunately he insisted that the name would stick, continually using it with his soft voice and puppy dog eyes. He said that he came up with the name because as a kid he always preferred to sleep on the couch because it was the more comfortable than his own bed, so couches were a haven for him, a place that reminded him of safety. Security. Home. "That's how I feel with you. So I guess you're stuck with it," he explained back then with a sweet smile on his face. 

And stuck with it you were. As cute as the backstory was for it, the only thing you held on to was he liked to fall asleep on couches. So did that mean that I bring him to sleep? you thought to yourself once. You didn't know whether to be flattered or offended. 

"You wanna use my shoulder as a pillow or should I empty my seat so that Laufeyson can stay here instead?" Your eyes shot open to glare daggers at the master assassin, who had a smirk on her face as she stared at you right back. "He even stashed the metal on his suit to wear later when we actually land. Pretty sure he did that for you." 

You groaned again. A few months after Loki moved into the tower, you had a few too many drinks with her and Wanda, letting slip that you found the god "devastating infuriating panty-dropping levels of attractive". They relentlessly teased you now every opportunity they had, and that incident with you falling asleep on him was just the cherry on top.

But what really fueled their jokes was something unknown to you. Shortly after you started dating Steve, the two women had stumbled upon the god asleep in the library and Wanda had the devious idea to try reading his mind. He was dreaming of you, dancing with you and whispering confessions of undying love in your ear. She immediately exited his mind after, and told Natasha everything she saw. 

Natasha stood up and vacated the seat next to you right as Loki stepped into the Quinjet, signaling to the empty seat with her eyes which caused the god to look at her with a confused suspicion. She hid her smile as he took her cue and strapped himself in beside your sleeping form, taking her seat beside Steve, who was now visibly seething at the sight of his girlfriend once again dozing next to the god of mischief. 

"You could've stayed there, instead," he grumbled at his friend. "You and Wanda could've flanked her."

"Flanked who?" Wanda asked as she took the seat beside Natasha. One look in your direction, at the god who was currently eyeing you the way people looked at puppies, and she knew exactly what Steve was talking about. It was as if you were something so precious and deserving of love and he just wanted to hold you. "Oh. I see," she said with a sly grin as she strapped herself in. 

As the Quinjet took off, the sudden jostling of the aircraft forced you to sharply throw your body forward, pulling you away from your leaning position against the metal wall. Had it not been for the seatbelts keeping you strapped in, you would've gone flying through straight into Natasha. But then they all watched as your body recoiled against the straps and your head throw back towards the wall again.

The three Avengers sitting on the other side of the aircraft watched as Loki leaned over and put his hand up to catch you before your head hit the wall and you awoke with a sharp gasp as he did so, your eyes widening as you saw that, once again, your faces were inches away from one another.

"You nearly knocked your head on the wall," he explained, keeping his voice even as he pulled away from you. "You need to be more careful where you fall asleep, Y/N. There may not always be someone to catch you." 

"I'll keep that in mind," you answered softly as you kept your eyes front, noticing that your boyfriend was currently looking at you with simmering jealousy. 'What?' you mouthed. He merely pouted and turned to look away from you. "Child," you murmured to yourself.

"He is," Loki spoke in a low, hushed voice. Had you not been seated so close together you wouldn't even be able to hear. "You're far too good for him, darling. You deserve a partner who would at the very least check on you instead of sulk as if he were a toddler in a soldier's body." 

You pursed your lips to keep the chuckle from escaping. But you nearly choked on your own spit at his next words.

"And  you most definitely deserve better than someone who would call you such an atrocious moniker. A woman like you deserves to be likened to sirens. Muses. Goddesses. Not furniture."

You were grateful you weren't drinking anything because otherwise it would have most likely sprayed the three people sitting across from you. You let out a few wheezy chuckles before composing yourself and sitting back upright. 

"I overstepped," he murmured. "Apolo--"

"Don't apologize," you whispered back. "It was funny. And you're more than welcome to poke fun at the name. I do." 

You struggled to keep your tone light, your mind lingering on his words. Sirens, muses, goddesses. Did he really see me like that? You hoped he did, you always hoped he did. But you'd also always known better than to hold on hope for the impossible. 

And Loki Laufeyson loving you back? Yeah. That was impossible. 

That was precisely why you chose to say "Yes" to Steve asking you out in the first place. 

It was another ten hours before you landed in Sorsogon. There was a clearing that was just large enough for the Quinjet to land in, about two miles away from the nearest cluster of houses. You all walked towards the little cottages cautiously, trying to stay hyper aware of your surroundings just in case the Sin Healer had puppeteered some unsuspecting villagers to be her foot soldiers. 

Once you reached the cluster of cottages, Steve spoke up. "There are six cottages. Let's all take one each and take the last one together?" 

His instructions infuriated Loki. What ever happened to "I will go and I will stay close to Y/N"? Now he sent you into an old cottage in the middle of practically nowhere all on your lonesome? He decided to enter the cottage closest to the one you chose so that if you needed backup he would come sprinting, keeping true to his word last night of keeping close to you and ensuring that you weren't in any grave danger.

When he was satisfied that there were no signs of life in the small house, he exited the cramped structure and made his way over to yours. He already knew that the other houses were empty thanks to the benefit of his heightened senses, but a selfish part of him chose not to help your three teammates and instead look out for you in silence.

And then he heard you speak and it was as if he felt his heart stop beating. He listened closely to the conversation, translating what he heard in ease thanks to his Allspeak. 

"Hindi po kita sasaktan," he heard you speak. I mean you no harm. 

"Kilala kita," an elderly sounding woman answered. I know you. "Nakikita kita sa balita kasama mo ang mga Avengers." I see you on the news with the Avengers. "Masmaganda ka sa personal." You're more beautiful in person. "Parang dyosa." Like a goddess.

He smiled to himself. That she was. 

"Salamat po. Kung hindi po masyadong abala para sayo, pwede mo po ba kaming tulungan?" Thank you. If it's not too much of a bother, I was wondering if you could help us?

"Syempre naman. Ano kailangan niyo?" Of course. What do you need?

"May hinahanap po kami. Tawag niya sa sarili niya ay…Sin Healer. Marami na po siyang nasaktang tao." We're looking for someone. They call themselves Sin Healer. They've hurt a lot of people.

"Dumaan siya dito kaninang umaga. Kaya lumayas na ang mga kapitbahay ko. Nanatili lang ako dahil…matanda na ako, tumanda akong mag-isa. Wala na akong mapupuntahan."They were here this morning. That's why my neighbors ran away. I merely stayed here because I'm old, and I lived my whole life alone. I have nowhere to go.

There was a pregnant pause before the old woman spoke again. "May kalungkutan akong nakikita sa mata mo. Ang kasama mo sa buhay…hindi ikaw ang mahal? At ikaw naman…nasa iba ang puso mo?"There's a sadness in your eyes. The person you're with…they do not love you? And you…someone else has your heart?

"Ang kinakasama ko po…alam ko naman po na nagpapalipas lang siya ng oras sa akin. May iba na syang minahal at…wala na siya sa mundong ito, at inaantay na lang nya na dumating ang oras nya para magkasama na sila muli. At yung minamahal ko…alam ko naman na wala akong pag-asa doon. Walang parte sa akin na may karapatang makatanggap ng pagmamahal nya."  The man I am with…I know that he is only passing time with me. He loves another and…she's gone, and he's only waiting for his time to come so they can be together again. As for the one I love…I know that there's no hope there. There is no part of me that deserves his love.

You sounded like you were on the verge of tears with your last words, and the dull ache in Loki's heart grew sharp and devastating. He burned with rage at Rogers for how dare he simply see you as someone to pass the time with? He loathed the man who thought you undeserving of his attention, his affection. If you were his--

But that is the tragedy of the situation, isn't it? he thought bitterly. She's not mine. Much as I long for her to be.

"Saan ka natuto ng lengwahe namin?" the elderly woman asked. Where did you learn our language?

"Ipinanganak ako dito. Ipinalaki ako dito. May mga kamaganak ako na tiga-Sorsogon." I was born here. I was raised here. I have relatives in Sorsogon. 

"Ibig sabihin pamilyar ka sa sumpa ng puso?" Does that mean that you are familiar with the heart's curse?

A moment of silence passed before you answered in a solemn voice. "Hanggang sa maihayag ang katotohanan, ay mananatili kang parang patay. At pag lumipas ang pitong araw na hindi ka pa nagigising, ay mananatili kang tulog habangbuhay." 

A chill ran down his spine as the words sunk in. Until the truth is revealed, you will remain like the dead. And if seven days passes with the curse unbroken, you will never awaken.

He heard your muffled cries and it was as if his entire world stopped when you whispered, "Ikaw." You. 

"Ang siyang makakagising lang sayo ang siyang minamahal ka ng buong puso. Siya na nagmamahal ng puro at totoo." The only one who can wake you is the one who loves you with their whole heart. The one whose love for you is pure and true.

"Parang sinigurado mo na mamamatay ako." It's like you made sure that I would die. 

And then he heard you through comms. "If anyone copies, I've been compromised. She got me." 

"Y/N?!" Romanoff and Maximoff yelled from their ends. 

Loki heard a thud from inside the cottage, feeling like his own heart had stopped beating as he went off sprinting inside. He had no care for the elderly woman who was now casually walking out the back door plainly within his view. 

His only focus was your nearly lifeless form on the ground.

A/N: Ahhh it's begun! I can't wait to finish writing and share the rest of this story with you all. It was so much fun to write a good bit of this chapter in my mother tongue and weave it in as a plot element. Currently writing an outtake for 'relinquish the crown' but after that I'm diving right into Part 2!

Also a big thanks to @lokisgoodgirl for that nickname. I asked for cringe and you, my friend, DELIVERED. It's so cringe it needs its own warning and I wouldn't have it any other way 🤣

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#loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #steve rogers x reader #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson

[luvsae]

Could you write a Carl x insecure!midsize!reader pls? Just Carl reassuring her she's beautiful regardless 🫶💜

first off, this is my first twd request, thank you so much for the request. second, if anyone is going through something similar, just know that you're beautiful no matter what :) i love you!

you're beautiful | carl grimes

carl grimes x insecure!midsize!reader

angst with eventual fluff | WARNINGS : doubtful thinking, being mean to self, comparing in a negative way

summary: insecurities get the best of you, even during the apocalypse. carl is always here to reassure that you're beautiful.

note: this takes place when carl would've been an adult! (also i apologize if this is really bad..)

Ever since you were a teenager, insecurities have become a big part of your life. At first, it started with small things like: not enjoying the way your hair looked, or hating your eyebrows.

It eventually became about your body.

You were scared of how people would view you, but most importantly - how you viewed yourself.

Some people might say that caring about your looks during an apocalypse is pointless because there's other horrible things going on, but it damages your mental health.

Although you had these thoughts, your boyfriend Carl thought otherwise.

He would always assure you that you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on - because it was true.

Today was a new day, though, as you threw on a regular short sleeve shirt and jeans. You walked over to the mirror in your bedroom and looked at yourself.

There was a tad bit of sadness filtered over your eyes as you watched how the clothes looked on you. With a sigh, you left the room and went downstairs.

You shared a house with Carl since you were now adults and no longer teenagers. It was quite nice to live with him, but he always got up early to visit Judith and do a few other things.

Noticing your footsteps, Carl turned around and smiled at you. "Hey there. Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you returned a slightly smaller smile than his back to him. "Did you? I notice you're up early again."

"I did too, but I had to go over to see Judith since my Dad went on a run before," he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm glad you're up, though."

You practically melted into his touch. It was nice being in his embrace - so nice that it almost made you cry. "You should sleep in late one day, too."

"Maybe one day, sweetheart." He whispered before leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

Blinking away your tears, you left his embrace and looked at him. You made sure to smile to distract him from your red-tinted eyes.

Why were you so emotional right now?

Was it the mix of Carl's strong love and the insecurities sneaking into your brain? You weren't too sure.

"You wanna do something tonight? My dad and Michonne are gonna make something and invited us over," Carl suggested. "Only if you want to, of course."

"That sounds great," you nodded, hoping that the distraction would help with your insecurities and terrible thoughts.

"Great," Carl gave you one last kiss. "I'm going to help Maggie with something, I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay, I love you." You replied.

"I love you too."

The evening soon arrived, which meant you had to get ready for dinner with Carl's parents.

You quickly went upstairs to change out of your plain shirt and instead change into something more fancy. (Although fancy clothes were hard to find during the zombie apocalypse).

Searching through your clothing drawer, you found a nice black top to compliment your dark blue jeans.

You threw your other top away and replaced it with your new one. Looking into the mirror, you noticed your shoulders and had those thoughts again.

A frown appeared on your face, those terrible thoughts getting stronger. The insecurities were practically tattooed onto your brain.

"Fuck," you said through gritted teeth as you tried to fight off the tears. "I have to find something else."

You opened the drawer again, ignoring the tears running down your cheeks. "Where is that top, shit!"

Clothes were being thrown all over the floor as your frustrated mind wandered everywhere. It was horrible - your thoughts, you hated them.

You hated yourself.

Slamming your fist against the drawer, you let out an angry sigh and continued looking.

Without knowing someone was standing in the doorway, Carl walked forward and gently laid his hand on your shoulder. "Baby?"

You jumped slightly and turned around. "Carl? I-"

His eyes looked at the floor. The clothes everywhere embarrassed you. You didn't mean to make such a huge mess.

"Why are the clothes everywhere?"

"Uh." you finally looked up at him, Carl realized the tears stained on your face, making his face soften.

"Baby?" He cupped your face gently. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter," your voice was a whisper as you looked away from him. "It's just something silly."

"Y/N," he used his hand to turn your head. "What happened? You know you can tell me, right?"

"I know," you sniffled. "It's just- it affects me all the time. I mean, all the time."

Carl tilted his head out of pure confusion. "What is it that affects you? Is it something that you can tell me?"

Your lip quivered as you made eye contact with Carl. That's when you burst into tears, all the emotion spilling out of you.

"I hate the way this top looks on me. These jeans, too. I hate the way I look in everything," you confessed. "I don't like the way I look. I'm not pretty or beautiful."

Carl suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tight. "Don't ever say that, sweetheart. You're everything to me, okay?"

He pulled away from the hug and looked at you. His face was serious. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. You know, I remember the first time I saw you and I was in awe."

You sniffled once more. "Are you just saying that?"

"Why would I?" He held your face lovingly. "I love you so much. You're beautiful to me and to everyone. Your body is perfect, your face, everything about you."

Carl kissed your cheek, "If I could kiss all the parts of your body until you realized your beauty, I would do it a thousand times for you."

Your eyes were watery again. This time it was happiness instead of sadness. Carl really knew his way with words. "Really?"

"Of course," he peppered your face with kisses, the tickle-feeling made you giggle. "You're so stunning. I think you belong in a museum."

"Stop it," you smiled.

"I mean it." Carl smiled back at you. "You know, if you're ever going through something like this then you can talk to me. I'll make sure you know how beautiful you are everyday. I'm also serious about kissing you everywhere."

"Carl," you smacked his arm lightly. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I got so luck meeting you."

"I could ask the same question to you." Carl said.

"Shit, we're going to be late to your father's house." You suddenly noticed.

"Do you still want to go? We don't have to if you don't want to." Carl reassured.

"You know I have to see Judith," you smiled. "I wanna see Rick and Michonne too."

"They're really excited to see you again. I swear Michonne is the most thrilled to see you," Carl explained to you. "And Judith too."

"We better go then." You kissed his cheek then, "I love you. Thank you for this."

"Anything for you."

#fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #angst #angst with a happy ending #the walking dead #carl grimes x reader #request #luvsae drabbles

[mylahrins]

ITS COLD—HOSHIUMI K. X GN!READER

author note—OMG, so i accidentally deleted it, but someone sent in an ask about how there aren't that many hoshiumi fics so i felt the need to write one!!! for the people (and for me). synopsis—there's nothing better, nor more cliche than reuniting with an old flame in the cold, pouring rain. content—timeskip!hoshiumi, profanity, intentional lowercase, mentions of being stabbed (used in similes), ends in angst. word count—514

the rain was loud, deafening even.

yet, a part of you was thankful.

thankful you couldn't hear your own heart shatter.

"[name]?" he called out, "are you cold?"

it had only been a couple years, but he looked different.

"i'm okay."

his hair was now short, yet he had grown taller.

it felt like someone stabbed you right in the abdomen, not bothering to be kind enough to finish you off, but rather to make you suffer in pain until you eventually die of blood loss.

it's not like he returned with someone new, but the fact that he returned as someone you could hardly recognize was enough.

but of course, his heart was still the same. he was still the same.

perhaps that made it worse.

hoshiumi unzipped his drenched jacket and held it out to you as an offering.

"i don't want it."

“it's cold,” he stated.

you ignore his words.

"why are you back?"

"to visit family," he says as if the answer is obvious.

"why are you deciding only now, after two years, to come visit family?"

"i visit all the time," he looks away for a second, unable to look you in the eyes.

"i just don't visit you."

you wouldn't think that it'd be possible to get your heart broken twice by the same person before its even fixed, yet here you were.

“did you just intend on never seeing me again?” you say louder.

“it's not that—i just couldn’t.”

"korai, i thought we were friends." your voice breaks as you try to put your feelings together in simple words.

two years was not enough to forgive him. to forget him.

you wanted his name to sound foreign to you, but you couldn't help but say it with familiarity.

almost as if you never stopped saying it.

"[name], i thought we were more." he says, a pain slipping into his previously steady voice

if the rain wasn't so loud, the silence would've killed you.

"i got a haircut." he choses to change the subject.

"i see that, it suits you."

"i thought you said you liked my long hair."

"i didn't like your hair. i just liked you."

only for a second, hoshiumi doesn't know what to say.

"it's cold." seems to be the only thing he can think of.

"so why are you just standing in the rain without an umbrella?" you almost smile at the situation.

"i didn't plan on it, it just happened." he pauses before adding, "why are you standing on the beach while it's raining?"

"i don't know, do you want me to leave?"

"no." he shakes his head, "do you want me to leave?"

without thinking, you shrug.

"maybe."

for once, he doesn't say anything. he just nods his head and turns around. and without another word nor question, he's gone.

and it's only now that you start to feel regret for letting him go.

it's only now that you're alone on the sandy, wet beach that you realize, it is indeed cold.

#hoshiumi kourai x reader #haikyuu #mylahwrites!! #hoshiumi #hoshiumi korai #hoshiumi kōrai #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #lowkey a snippit #drabble

[pjsk-writin]

Timezone ⏰ anon here to request another oneshot/headcanon from you! I loved the way my previous requests turned out so I'm here to ask for more from my personal favorites, hope you don't mind.

Can I get a male reader that barely ever appears on their group meet-ups due to having to sustain themselves because they got kicked out for being trans? (It's ok if you don't want to write about this kind of stuff).

The characters would be Shizuku, Saki, Rui, Mafuyu and Toya

I hope you have a very nice day!

weheh im glad!! and ofc idm! i wish you all the best, and I hope you like this!! <3

♡ KICKED OUT - Shizuku Hinomori, Saki Tenma, Rui Kamishiro, Mafuyu Asahina and Toya Aoyagi x Reader

Shizuku:

Shizuku is very caring towards the people she loves, that is one of her strongest traits

Of course, this means that she notices your constant absences to group meetups. At first, she thinks nothing of it, but eventually grows concerned

The next time she sees you, she asks you what's been going on. Were you alright? Did something happen?

Turns out that something did happen, and she was shocked to find out you had been kicked out for being trans, and that you had to sustain yourself

She was speechless, before she gently grabbed your arm, walking with you. "You should've told me sooner hon, I would've made room for you immediately!"

She asks for you to stay with her until you can get things sorted out. In the time that you spend with her, she gives you lots of hugs and promises that she'll never leave you <3

Saki:

Saki loves nothing more than spending time with the people she loves!

She's definitely the one who brings attention to you constantly missing group meetups. The group always felt so sad without you...

The next time she sees you, she asks if you're doing okay. She knows that the group isn't your main priority in life, but she's just concerned!

She's completely thrown off by the confession that you had been thrown out for being trans and had been sustaining yourself. How could anyone do such a thing?

She sighs, frowning before looking to you, "I'm so sorry that's been happening...Do you maybe want to stay at my house? I promise my family won't mind!"

If you accept her offer, she and the rest of the Tenmas are quick to take you in. They're a wonderful family, and Saki herself will always remind you how loved you are <3

Rui:

If there's one time where Rui can truly be himself without caring about others' thoughts, it's with his group

He notices your absences immediately, and tries to brush them off. A small part of him is scared you want to stop hanging out with him though

When that fear gets to him a bit too much, he asks you about it, eyes wide with anxiety. You weren't another person abandoning him because he was weird...Right?

As it turned out, the truth was much worse: You had been kicked out for being trans, and were currently sustaining yourself

He clicked his tongue, a frown on his face. After a moment of hesitation, he looks to you before holding his hand out, "Stay with me, dearest. Please."

He's actually a very pleasant roommate of sorts to have, and he constantly tends to your needs. He wants you to know that you're wanted and loved with him <3

Mafuyu:

Considering that there are only a few people that Mafuyu can truly be herself around, she cares about her group

This is why she notices your absences, and can't help but feel empty. Did you finally have enough of her?

She sends you a DM about it, calm despite the strange feeling in her chest. Much to her surprise, you had ended up getting kicked out for being trans, and had to sustain yourself

There was a minute of silence from her end, before she simply sent you the message, "Come to my house."

Despite the chance of you seeing how her parents are, she would rather have you close than lost somewhere alone. Whether she would admit it or not, a part of her, the feelings that shine through every now and then, feels complete with you by her side <3

Toya:

Toya hangs out with his group to just let himself go. He doesn't have to care about expectations with the group

That's one of the main reasons he notices your absence. He definitely misses you, but comes to the conclusion that you needed space

He asks you about it randomly, and he's shocked into silence when you confess that you had been kicked out for being trans, and was sustaining for yourself

He watches you with a frown, looking off to the side before placing his hand on your shoulder. "I...I'm sorry you had to go through that. I think I could convince my dad to let you stay over. If you want me to, of course."

If you do stay with him, you get glimpses of the father Toya had told you about. Still, he takes care of you, and thanks you for being in his life for as long as you have been <3

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #shizuku hinomori x reader #hinomori shizuku x reader #saki tenma x reader #tenma saki x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #mafuyu asahina x reader #asahina mafuyu x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #timezone anon ⏰

[alan-duarte]

TIMING: During Nice!Alan’s phase - Early July LOCATION: Goodwill PARTIES: Alan @alan-duarte & Gael @Lithium-Argon-WO-L-F SUMMARY: During his bind to be nice, Alan takes Gael shopping at the thrift store. The trip ended up being more valuable than either would've thought. CONTENT WARNINGS: n/a

Alan would have never thought he would one day set foot in a place such as this one. He didn’t like the idea of rummaging through boxes and what he assumed to be untidy racks but with a great deal of his wardrobe gone, Gael suggested Alan perhaps might like filling it up with ethically sourced clothes and lately, he hadn’t felt like contradicting people. He wanted to do better than that even if he wasn’t entirely sure of what had triggered that need for change. 

This looked nothing like the sorts of stores he usually enjoyed spending his time in. It bore the traces of a better time although Alan could only assume that there was not much better that could possibly come from such a dull building. It was made of metal and glass, and though it didn’t look rusty, the metal sheets covering each outer wall looked like a passé shade of beige, which reminded him of the milk and flour gruel served to infants that grew up one generation before him : uninviting.  

The realtor gave a look at the other werewolf. His small smile reached up to his eyes. The place didn’t look like much, no, but he was in fair company and he was sure they would have a nice day, because they were here to do something nice. 

Okay something WEIRD was going on with the realtor and his incredibly different demeanor online had set off a few warning bells in Gael’s head. The businessman, after offering to give his clothes (which Gael noted even before knowing better that they were probably high-quality and rather pricey), wasn’t opposed to the idea of going to the local thrift store, which was good for both of them. This was a two-part plan - the first part would be that Alan wouldn’t do something he’d end up regretting because he was obviously influenced by something or someone right now, Gael assumed by getting rid of his wardrobe, and the second part included maybe spending less money than he would’ve at a brand location on clothes for people who might not want or need it. Charity work was nice but Gael had experience with the impoverished and where he came from, brands didn’t matter or get you respect. You wore what you got. So Gael showed up at the location - he was surprised this town had a Goodwill, honestly - and he found Alan as quickly as he could, matching the taller man’s smile with one of his own. “Hola, amigo,” He called, thrusting his hands in his pockets. “How are you, uh, doing today?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in evident curiosity.

“Buenas tardes Gael,” Alan’s smile broadened. Though it was not in his habit to display kindness so openly, no one was ever born a bad person and he was certain that even he could do better. With a pep in his walk, he approached the other wolf and opened his arms to pull him into a hug. “It’s good to see you.” It was, but he generally didn’t show it. He didn’t want people getting too comfortable around him. 

“So what is the plan?” Smoothing out the eventual wrinkles in his linen shirt, the realtor turned toward the store front. It still did not look like much but Alan had a good feeling about this. They would do something good here, something nice. “I would have happily donated what I have,” he protested, although his words lacked his usual certainty, as if he worried Gael would disapprove of Alan’s comments. “How do I do this? Do I give them a check? Do I buy everything and donate it back?” He had donated money before, but it had always been about getting a tax reduction rather than proper charity. 

He would’ve been lying if Gael didn’t say he was surprised to see that Alan wanted a hug but he didn’t think about it as much as he probably should’ve; he could feel himself practically radiating with warm-hearted energy at the opportunity. And it was nice actually hugging someone who wasn’t cold to the touch - indeed, in line with how similar the two of them were, Alan seemed to have an increased body temperature as well. Either way, it felt nice and Gael had to try not to overstay his welcome. He pulled out of the hug and glanced up at the sign of the thrift store. “Oh, I know!” The professor replied lightly. “And honestly I’ve never done this either so what I recommend is, uh…” Well he seemed to know what to do until he was presented with different options. “Well I was thinking that we could just buy a bunch of clothes and hand them out or donate them to a shelter or something but maybe… a check would be better?” He asked. “Er… if you’re still on board with this whole ‘donate’ thing.” He asked with a little uncertainty, casting Alan a curious glance.

“Oooooh, that’s a great idea. Let’s buy clothes and donate them at the shelter !” Alan was glad he had trusted Gael on that one. It was not necessarily something he would have done, but if the goal was to be kinder, then certainly he would be doing such a good job here. He wondered if it would not have been nicer to buy brand new clothes for the shelter, but he realized that fast fashion was a problem, and it was even nicer yet to shop sustainable alternatives. 

“This is exciting,” he looked at Gael, who didn’t seem to be in the same mood. “Are you alright? You seem… worried? Do you think we should go to a nicer store? You think so, don’t you? You think I’m cheap?” And there was this feeling in his gut again. Ever since he had said he would be nice, he’d feel this way whenever he felt like he wasn’t doing enough. ____ “What? Nooo no no.” Gael replied quickly, shaking his head and putting a hand on Alan’s shoulder in support. “No, I don’t think you’re cheap and I don’t think we should go to a nicer store - what you’re doing here and now is better for the people in those shelters than I’m sure anyone’s done consciously and not out of obligation in a while.” He tried to assure his companion. This being said, Gael made sure to lighten his expression while still carrying a portion of the latent worry that came with a sudden personality change - he knew he himself was annoyingly prone to mood swings occasionally, when he was full of energy right before he… Ohhh. Wait a second. Gael might’ve figured it out. “I’m just making sure you’re okay,” His voice softened. He then leaned in and glanced around for a moment. “You aren’t about to start… sleepwalking, are you?” He asked. The logic was as followed - he found that his own temperament shifted right before he himself started sleepwalking. Ergo, if he and Alan were similar in that regard, he should’ve been anticipating on the other man falling unconscious at any given moment, right? That would explain his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Not for another week, no,” he gave the other a smile. “You should write down on a calendar the days when sleepwalking happens. You’ll see it comes back like a cycle. You can time it,” even if he wasn’t telling him everything, Alan felt like this was the nice thing to do. Gael wasn’t ready, but he needed to learn how to deal with this sooner than later. The quicker he noticed how tied to the moon the sleepwalking was, the quicker he’d connect the dots. “I’m okay Gael, I promise,” he put his hand over Gael’s and offered him an appreciative smile. 

“Let’s get to work, alright? We can probably get a cart and start filling it up, don’t you think? It’s gonna be warm again this summer. We should get light fabric,” he had no idea if this was the right way to think. “Maybe we could buy sleeping bags too ? The one homeless person I met had a sleeping bag. Do you think they’ll have them here?” Probably not, but Alan was happy to take a detour to the right store if need be. 

“How are you doing Gael? Anything new?” Alan pushed the door open, letting the other in. “It’s summer break for you, right? That must be nice!” ____ The comforting words that Alan was fine, while encouraging, were undercut by the man’s supposed knowledge about his sleepwalking habits - he knew when to expect them? They were cyclical in nature? Suddenly Gael was confronted with the possibility that maybe this whole thing was a ritual, some extreme form of OCD or something. Was that even a thing? Should he talk to someone else about this? Maybe he could bring it up if the situation presented itself. For now though, Gael accepted Alan’s smile, though he couldn’t keep his brow from twitching slightly at the word ‘promise’. “Okay, I’ll do that.” Alan knew better than he did for sure when it came to their shared injury and the peculiarities that came with it… maybe keeping a journal would be a good idea. The professor gave a brief bow of his head thankfully as the other man held the door open for him and he glanced around their new environment, the scent of old clothes, antiques that had been donated and detergent hitting his nose before anything else. “I have two roommates now!” He said enthusiastically. “Fewer classes during the summer, more time to be a menace to everyone. Just hanging out, it’s great. Glad I could be doing this with you.” Once Gael was accustomed to the area, its rows and rows of clothing in the bulk of the store with one side having shoes, boots and underwear while the other had knick-knacks, books and maybe even those aforementioned sleeping bags, he collected a cart and casually made his way forward. “Light colors, breathable fabric– wait, sorry. I don’t actually know the story of the sleeping bag. Did you steal a sleeping bag from a homeless person?” He asked with a laugh. Maybe this was an opportunity to learn more about Alan, who he only interacted in person with once but already seemed like the type to be private when it came to stories and tidbits about himself that weren’t curated for the public.

He tried not to read too much into Gael’s short response. Maybe he would do it. Maybe he simply didn’t want to talk about it. Alan could understand that. He had once been in that place, refusing to accept that there was anything wrong with him, that there had to be a reason he woke up away from home, exhausted, sometimes bruised, sometimes covered in blood that wasn’t his own. There had to be a fucking reason, right. 

Putting his hand to his nose briefly, while he let it adjust to the overwhelming scents that surrounded them, Alan took a look around. Why did people wear so much brown and beige? “That’s a lot of neutrals,” he pointed out. He didn’t mind those colors, but with cheap fabric, you’d never look chic in those. 

Gael asked about the sleeping bag. Alan looked away. That hadn’t been his proudest moment. “Huh, you know how… when we sleepwalk, we always wake up naked?” Yeah, there was absolutely no way this story could end in a dignified manner. Alan knew that, he knew Gael knew that. With wide eyes, he looked at the other as if to say do the math. “Anyhow, I run into this girl, and she lets me have her sleeping bag so I don’t walk around butt naked, you know?” He pursed his lips. “She then went on to accuse me online of having stolen it from her. She’s a bit dramatic, but we’re working on it.” Truth was, he appreciated the bear girl, even if she insisted on being called Osito, which he knew for certain was no name for a girl her age.  

Fortunately Alan, at least this version of Alan, seemed receptive to sharing the ‘sleeping bag’ story with Gael and as the latter absently picked up articles of clothing, examining them for holes and definitely not inadvertently shopping for Ren while they were there, he glanced back at the other man just long enough to catch the look. He said nothing in response, instead just giving his head a small nod as if to say ‘I got it’. Then Alan explained how he encountered a girl who lent it to him then went online saying it was theft. Gael wondered if it was the girl obsessed with ham who casually threatened everyone. Gael never did get her name. “Well, that sounds like an awkward exchange,” He laughed. “But I’m glad you guys are sorting it out.” He mused for a moment. “I wonder why there aren’t, like, clothes that are super breathable but they also don’t tear.” He wondered aloud, looking sideways at Alan as he held a particularly garish crop-top out of morbid curiosity - even he had standards and wouldn’t wish that on anyone, homeless or not. “And… Sorry, I don’t mean to bring up what you said before but your sleepwalking is… ritualistic?” Gael asked suddenly, his brow subconsciously raising in thought. “Like… you know it’s going to happen in a week?” That part of the conversation took an extra few minutes to sink into the professor’s mind but now that it had, he found himself very curious about it; the situation wouldn’t present itself soon enough, evidently.

"Breathable and won't tear?" Alan's first thought was linen. It wasn't exactly sturdy. His second thought was less disappointing: "You'll find that in sportswear. Athletes need sturdy and breathable clothes," he pointed out, too happy to change the subject from the sleeping bag. Why did he even bring it up. Fucking kindness.

You'd never catch him in such clothes. They were too flashy for him and ill flattering too. Besides, if he wanted to exercise, he could just run around the woods in his other form. It was not really much more dangerous than going to a gym where there could be hunters. 

With a smile, he looked at Gael, who was holding up a crop top. "Are you looking to buy this for yourself?" He was a handsome lad, there was no doubt about that, but even then, Alan doubted this was his idea of fashionable. Gay night bar goers probably disagreed. 

The smile faded, with the mention of sleepwalking. He wasn't doing the other any favor, pretending it was just that but… Alan couldn't force someone to step out of denial. "Maybe we should go camping, next time I sleepwalk. I'd love to see myself try to get out of …" damn it, "a sleeping bag and a tent," in that state. Of course, he knew what would happen and Alan knew there would be no logical explanation for the state of their camp after the full moon. "Gael," he paused. Even with his camping trip plans, he was only delaying things. "You've never… felt like you did something terrible while you were sleepwalking, huh?" He couldn't just slap sense into him. Alan knew that it would not really vibe well with the curse of kindness cast upon him, and that Gael would most likely just leave. This was better.

—

At the recommendation that he buy the tacky crop top he was holding up, Gael barked out a husky laugh. “Not quite but I appreciate that you’d think I’d be able to pull this off.” Shaking his head, he put the article back on the rack and tugged the cart along, pausing now and then for things that were cheap price-wise but not make-wise, trying to find things without stains, obvious damage or just… too terribly ugly. He did find a sweater with leaves on it, looking to be about Ren’s size and Gael set that one in the front basket of the cart where the kids usually went. However, the mild expression that usually settled on his face faltered slightly as Alan began his line of questioning. He turned to regard the other man and he meant to reply to things as they came but first he had to compartmentalize his thoughts. The one that lingered the longest was obviously the thought that he’d ‘done something terrible’ while he was in whatever state he was in. He hadn’t yet, at least nothing that he couldn’t end up fixing. Gael cast a glance over at Alan. “No, I haven’t.” He replied with a half-hearted shrug. “I’ve…” He looked around briefly before leaning in and whispering. “I’ve killed animals.” He leaned back again. “But I’ve never done ‘something terrible’.” He kept his voice even but firm, ignoring the dream he’d been having that lingered in a dark corner of his mind. “I don’t… I don’t understand why people are nosing into my business.” He gulped, his expression falling as he looked at the sweater with the leaves on it. “I haven’t hurt anyone. I won’t hurt anyone. “It’s just a brain injury.” He said softly. “I’m sorry that it’s such a big deal. I didn’t think it would be.”

—

He would have rather their conversation remained focus on the state of the shop's clothing. On cheap fabric and itty-bitty crop tops.

I've killed animals. Except that if he had remembered a damn thing, he wouldn't have had any doubts regarding what he was. Alan had been oblivious too, once, but once you started remembering the things you did, you usually were long aware of what you were. And so Alan was torn, because he couldn't possibly ask the other if he was sure about that because he was entirely convinced that Gael would not be okay even with doubts. Doubts that he might have harmed someone, that he might have killed or bitten someone. 

"Gael, I…" Alan looked down. He didn't want to snoop around, bother him, but he felt like he would be doing him even less of a favor if he let go. "I don't want you to feel this way. If you had any idea of…" he cut himself off. If Gael had known, if he had simply accepted each word from his mouth as the gospel to his new life, yes, things would have been a lot simpler. But when were things ever so simple. When was life kind to him or anyone ? When he set his eyes on Gael again, he didn't have the heart to keep going. Instead, he let go of the handle of the cart to walk up to him and offer a hug. "It's not. You… we're fine. It's gonna be fine. I promise," idiot. "It's gonna be alright."

—

At his name, Gael’s dark eyes flickered up from the sweater to look at Alan as the latter looked down, himself. He felt bad; it was never Gael’s intention to make anyone worry about him or make them uncomfortable because of the emotions that sometimes escape onto his angled face or in his expressive tone. He was normally the cheerful one, the one with the bright smile and the go-getter attitude, the one other people could talk to about their problems. He liked being that guy. Gael was used to having to recover from his past mistakes, accidents and stupid decisions but it was all stuff that seemed like it could be fixed. He’d only ever encountered an unfair death thrice in his life but even with those, there were still things that could’ve been done differently but here, now… he didn’t know how to fix it. It was something he couldn’t even remember right, let alone ever since it happened. He hadn’t always woken up bloody; sometimes he’d wake up in the spare room, the curtains shredded as well as a ruined carpet, monstrous claw marks on the wall and reddened bite marks that he could tell had been bleeding at some point but it was already almost healed up. The other man wanted to say something but faltered and Gael wasn’t sure if he could find something clever or light-hearted to say, himself. He didn’t want to dwell on this. It was part of his brain now, his chemical makeup. He was sure that in some future conversation he’d go back to his old habits and beliefs - the city of Rome wasn’t built in a day - but for today, as Alan closed the distance between them in a move that looked like he was opening himself up for an embrace, Gael turned from the cart and wrapped his arms around the other man again. Slightly tighter, with more warmth that accompanied a heated face and tears that spiked the corners of his eyes, though he wasn’t aware they were there. “I’m sorry,” He apologized into the material on Alan’s shirt, his eyes trying to focus on anything but not able to. 

—

“You don’t have to be sorry, it’s not your fault,” and nothing he could do, for as long as he was unaware of what he was, and unable to control himself, would be his fault. Alan would have to insist on that, in due time. It made it difficult justifying a lot of the things he had personally done over the years he had been a werewolf himself, but he could own up to them if need be. He knew what he had done, he wouldn’t deny it. 

Alan was certain Gael needed that hug the most, out of the two of them. Still, he found more comfort than he would have imagined in that embrace, in the words he said to his friend, words he wished had been said to him. “I’ll help you, and we will figure this out,” because that was all they could do for one another. He’d do it for him, he’d do it for Alex and maybe it would do him some good, doing good. But that would take a while. Gael would most likely hate him once he’d know who he was dealing with. He figured perhaps Alex would too. She seemed to be made of tough material, but she was just a kid. Alan would just have to do what he always did: run his hand through himself, as if it were a reset button, steel himself and  His chin resting on Gael’s shoulder, he tried to push those thoughts away. Gael would be okay, they’d be okay. Everything would be okay. “It’s gonna be okay.” 

#gael threads #lithium argon wo l f #wickedswriting #under blue moon threads

[berrymoos]

This isn’t anything important but imagine little!Nancy having a hard time sleeping and Robin’s pacing around the room with her. Robin’s overwhelmed because Nancy’s been crying for a long time and she isn’t sure what to do. Eventually she sits down and starts to sing a lullaby. Hearing Robin sing catches Nancys attention and she stops crying. After this little!Nancy demands Robin sings to her randomly. This was def not inspired by Maya Hawke’s singing voice. It’s like a lullaby itself. :)

WHAT DO U MEAAAAN "this isn't anything important", THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!!!

after this particular night nancy now needs a lullaby from robin in order to go to sleep. it literally doesn't even have to be a long one — or a proper lullaby song; it could be some kind of song they hear on the radio — but she now needs robin's singing to go off to sleep. rob accidentally conditioned her asksjdjajd

okok i raise you THIS: steve is watching nancy for the night for whatever reason — maybe robin is on an emergency night shift bc the person who usually has it is out sick or smth — & she starts bawling her eyes out bc she had a nightmare & needs a robin lullaby to go back to sleep :((

steve is pacing the house with her on his hip, trying his best to soothe her — "it's okay, nancy, it's alright baby; you're safe here, he's not gonna get you ever again, he's gone now, buttercup. i promise." — but anything he says p much go in one ear and out the other

he tries giving her a stuffie! ... for her to throw to the side

he pops a pacifier in her mouth! ... for her to spit right back out

he fixes her a warm bottle of her favorite milk! ... for her to refuse & push away

eventually he has to call robin, so he balances a still-sobbing nancy on one hip & furiously dials with his free hand. the phone rings once ... twice...

"thhhhis is family video, how may–"

"i'm not here for movies robin i'm here because of a baby fresh out of having a nightmare!!!"

and then robin hears crying on the other side of the line & her heart simply shatters in two. "put her on, i've got her."

steve feels kinda bad bc he's supposed to be watching her for the night so robin could properly work for a few extra hours, but he shifts nancy on his other hip, closer to the phone. "hey baby, robin's on the phone!"

LITERALLY just hearing her name quiets her down a little bit & she's reaching for the phone with saddened grabby hands. steve helps her by holding the phone up to her ear, swaying her some & hoping that's helping, too

"hey, fancy nancy! you're not feeling too good, hm?"

nancy rlly can barely manage words, so she just mumbles jumbled up words .. but robin gets it & starts singing. right there in family video, not caring if people give her weird or questioning stares bc this is about nancy right now! everybody else doesn't matter when her baby is crying bc of a mean ole nightmare >:(

within like 7 minutes nancy's stopped crying & she's so tuckered out — had steve not been holding the phone it would've fallen out her hand — & she leans her head on steve's shoulder, blinks getting longer and longer

" 'ank ou ro-ro .. lob ou.."

"i love you, too, sweetheart. night night."

and right before robin ends the call, steve gently takes the phone from nance & hops in — "thank you ... but we're definitely talking about when you learned to sing in the morning."

he doesn't see it but he knows she rolled her eyes behind the line; it's like he can hear it. "you're welcome, steve. i'll be waiting."

the call ends. steve smiles down at nancy, on the cusp of sleep in his arms — head on his shoulder, arms loose around his neck, eyes lidded and almost completely shut — & gets the abandoned bottle of milk left in the kitchen

nancy falls asleep halfway through thro the bottle, settled on steve's lap on the couch, so he moves to her bedroom to tuck her in. he turns to leave, but ... he stops. he can't just leave her, not after that nightmare

he ends up falling asleep with her curled against him, keeping her safe from any more nightmares (*´˘`*)♡

#i woke up in a creative mood AKDJKDDKD #🍓．berry n friends <3 #stranger things agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere asks #agere concept

[twstmemories]

I hope you are ok with this request? May I please request Leona, Vil, and Malleus meeting their future child/ren? Because the child fell through something that made them fall to the present (or in this case, past for them)

-- ahh it's been a long time since i wrote drabbles, so i hope this brings you joy! it's a bit different from how i usually write with strictly headcanons but i hope it still meets your expectations! ヾ(*'▽'*)

✧ Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit & Malleus Draconia meeting their future child

✧ headcanons following a small drabble

Before we head into how this poor lion would handle kids. I see Leona when he eventually settles down, that he will get 2 kids. Probably twins, a girl and a boy respectively. Both who will adorn most of his features (bless these beautiful kids) but maybe have the eye colour of his lover. They're probably still rowdy, but they also love to sleep as much as their dad !!

Anyway he needs help. Please help him because he's so confused. There's two children who looks oddly familiar to him gripping his pant leg with big curious eyes who doesn't look any older than 5 respectively. Did his brother get another 2 children in the time he was gone again and didn't tell him? Σ(°ロ°)

Can't bring himself to actually shove them away much like how he bears with Cheka. He's scanning his surroundings for any of the Afterglow Savanna guards with these kids, but he also knows that his brother would've already informed him if he was coming to visit so he's incredibly confused as to how in the world these two even managed to get here.

If anyone were to walk into Leonas' room right now they would just see an incredibly confused lion backed up against the wall with two children blabbering away and running around the room like a small tornado. He literally can't piece together anything, he can smell they're somewhat related to him, but at the same time he can't put his finger on how because he has never in his life even seen them.

But then one of those children, amidst roaming around the room while Leona is trying to keep them from not turning it upside down, yells: "Dad!" and Leona quite literally almost breaks his neck with how fast he turned towards the child that said it and asks with a loud confused shout himself: "You called me what now?!" Oh this poor lion ┐(￣∀￣)┌

"Oh you have got to be kidding- No, stop fickling with that- Can't you guys- Okay sit down!" Leona roars, picking up the two children by their neck while they both yelled out in excitement, one somehow managing to wriggle free and climb over his shoulders to sit on it while the other just let themselves be dangled until Leona sat down. Once the dorm leader was comfortably seated on his bed, back against the wall the smaller child of the two snuggled into his side.

"Oh don't you dare sleep now, what did you two just call me?" he asks, lowering his voice into a softer tone to not disturb the dozing child on his lap, the one on top of his shoulders however had the time of his life playing with his hair: "Dad!" he boasted gleefully, "Although you do look like those pictures you've shown us when you were younger, how did you manage to do that?" Leona presumes the one that's more talkative is the older one, as the one laying in his lap has already dozed off, gripping his vest tightly.

Looking more closely at them, they do sport the familiar shade of brown skin that he has, along with his mess of a hair, although the one on his shoulders has significantly shorter hair than the one sleeping on him. If he were to think about to rationally, it wouldn't be much of a stretch if people could time travel - So these kids saying that they're his kids aren't far-fetched. It would surely explain the familiar sense of smell on them, and the fact that he feels some sort of protectiveness over them.

Oh lord he somehow became a dad in the future.

The thought alone somehow terrified him, how, why and who? The evident panic could probably be sensed by both kids, the sleeping kid rousing awake while the boy on his shoulders climbed down: "Dad? Why do you look so sad here?" the softer tone of the one on his lap made him snap back: "You mean to tell me I look happier where you two are from?" he asks mockingly, but the united agreement from them both startles him: "Very happy, even though you still sleep a lot, hehe!" the older boy said with a wide smile, the smaller child, which he presumed was a girl based on her voice only tried to push him down on the bed: "You always said things will become easier to think about if we sleep, so let's go sleep!" she said, Leona letting himself fall down on the bed as the two children climbed underneath his arms and snuggled up to his side.

Leona still had questions, but somehow he couldn't keep his eyes open. And by the time he was awake, he could still feel the warmth of those two children by his side, but them themselves were already gone, any trace of how they ran around his room gone without a trace.

And it takes Leona approximately 5 seconds before reality hits him: "Who the hell did I marry?!"

I feel like Vil would have one child only for now. A beautiful girl under the age of 10 at least that has been blessed to be almost like a perfect copy of him. Soft light blonde locks and beautiful violet eyes that has yet to get the sharpness Vil sports. Skin in perfect condition thanks to future papa Vil for personally applying all of those skincare products himself for his little princess. (´ ω `♡)

But he will most likely meet the small girl on his way back home to Pomefiore. He will most likely see her hanging around the gates, hesitant to go in but also look around her in general. Just like Leona, Vil will just immediately sense that there's some sort of connection between him and the small girl, but he can't tell exactly what.

A fan? But fans have no access into the college unless there's official events so that's not possible, also she's too young to be a student, even to the college's standards. So he calls out to her, and he's puzzled by the sigh of relief the girl lets out upon seeing him.

And then he feels like he got hit with a ton of bricks when the girl runs up to him and holds his hand, which he does not shake away mind you and calls him: "Dad!"

Please give him a moment. He's processing this new-found information. Dad? Him? Vil Schoenheit? A dad? In this day and age when he knows all he's focusing on is being beautiful, achieveing his goals and being his best self? A dad? Nope, that was not in his plans currently or in the next few years at least - But according to this small girl that almost scarily looks like him, he's her dad. (・_・;)

"I'm sorry little one, can you tell me once again why you called me your father just now?" deciding to bring the girl into pomefiore, Vil had ignored the puzzled looks of the dorm students when they see him march into the main hall carrying a small girl in his arms and heading straight for his room, setting her gently down on his bed.

The girl only tilts her head to the side with a confused frown: "Because you are my dad, but you do look younger than I remember!" she says, with no hint of hesitation and Vil can't help but sigh: "What is your dads name, little one?"

"You should know your own name, dad. Since it's Vil! Vil Schoenheit!"

Ah. That is indeed his name. She is wholly correct in that statement. Did the fairies have something to do with her suddenly appearing before him? How did she end up here? Isn't her real parents searching for her right this instant? How does he get her back in one piece?

While Vil is going through every single possibility he knows of to return this child home, the girl will merely stare at him, and Vil will raise an eyebrow in confusion: "Is there something wrong-"

"You don't need to worry about how I'll get home, I'm sure dad in the future will think of something. So can we just be together for now until I'll have to leave?" there's a tinge of sadness laced in her voice, and it positively breaks Vil heart to hear her request. So for now, even though he can't fully take her words for granted, he heeds to her request.

"Why of course, princess."

He's probably way busier in her timeline than he is now, judging from her request and how she's positively beaming from being able to talk to him for so long and play with him. And amidst the playing, and telling her about how his current self has hit, Vil somehow falls asleep with her in his arms all snuggled close and he feels oddly, at peace.

It's not long before Rook shakes him awake, and he stares at him with a confused frown: "Why, it's rare to see you take a nap in the middle of the day, Vil. Did something happen?" But Vil just looks around, because the little girl is gone, all traces of her being inside the room gone without a trace - his own memory starting to fog up as well of the encounter with his future child.

"Fufu, nothing much, just a pleasant encounter that happened a bit too early."

Malleus would probably have anywhere from 1-3 kids. The lifespan of a fairy is long after all, if he marries another fairy, having kids to take care of in this mundane life of theirs would bring some joy in an otherwise quiet atmosphere. 2 boys and perhaps 1 girl, that Malleus will dote on incredibly much - but also have mostly Lilia take care of them, he tries to do so as well, but I feel like Lilia is a person who will just swoop in and take care of any kids that Malleus has. It's a very cute sight in general hehe

But I think Malleus would already be aware that the child in front of him isn't supposed to be here at all, and the fact that he is their father by just looking at them and overall sensing their aura. Wouldn't be surprised if he's able to do that at least. It would also be a dead giveaway by how the child is not scared of him at all. ┐(︶▽︶)┌

Would only mildly be surprised of their sudden arrival, but wouldn't take too much note of it, a childs curiosity isn't an easy one to quench after all. The little one must've gone ahead and done something secretly behind both his and Lilias back in the future to suddenly end up here.

The only one whose the calmest because he knows how to actually get the child back to it's rightful timeline. So it really wouldn't hurt for the child to be around his younger self for a bit.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just a fae meeting their future child in a year where said child hasn't even been conceived. The child will just slowly walk over to Malleus and bring their arms up: "Dad will probably know of a way to get me back to where I'm supposed to be, but I wanna be with this version of you a bit longer!"

And whose Malleus to refuse his future child? ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Sebek is flabbergasted upon seeing Malleus walk back into the diasomnia dorm with a kid in his arms, Silver is wide-eyed and Lilia is only curiously staring at the child: "Oh my, this one has jumped quite far back, hasn't he?" Lilia says with a chuckle, and Sebek is still processing the child in Malleus arms making themselves very comfortable.

"I- Why does a mere child have the nerve to get close to Malleus-sama?! Malleus-sama please do give me the child so I can take care of it, you don't need to-"

"Oh but that child is actually Malleus' child, Sebek." And the room just goes eerily quiet upon Lilia saying that like it was the most casual thing, and Sebek just blinks before a loud yell of confusion shakes the whole dorm. The child in Malleus arms only pouting and gripping their fathers clothes tigher, making Malleus glance down at him: "Uncle Sebek is still loud even when he was younger," they mutter and Malleus lets out a big laugh at that comment.

While Sebek cries over the discovery of being rude to Malleus future child and the fact he was called Uncle, Lilia will squat down to stare at the child in Malleus lap curiously: "My you're almost a splitting image of Malleus!" Lilia remarks, wanting to pick up the child but Malleus just hugs the child tighter to him in a quiet refusal: "Lilia, shouldn't you be looking for a way to get them back?"

Lilia will just laugh at him and brush him off: "My why the rush, you already know how to get him back." he says with a snicker before directing his attention to the child again: "So, how is this version of your father?"

"Still amazing!" and Malleus blinks because it's just at those words he remembers how pure a child can be, regardless of what race they are, and he ignores Sebeks loud exclaimation on how: "The young lord is wholly correct in that statement!" in favor of lifting the child up, said child giggling upon being raised so high up in the air: "My, my. I guess my life would be quite lively in the future then, how pleasant," he will whisper to the child before getting up. The child in his arms rubbing their eyes as a sudden bout of sleepiness hits them: "But I would rather assume that there are plenty more people waiting for you in the future, so may we soon meet again, my child."

After safely returning the child back to where they should belong, Malleus will savor the moment for a bit. Before promptly, with the help of Lilia, erase everyone including their own memories of this incident.

It's not time for him to be a loving father yet after all.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar headcanons #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit headcanons #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia headcanons #not proofread #again #hehe #i hope you enjoy this !! #i wanted to write how they would probably act with a child too for some extra nice moments ouo)9

[ixalit]

ngl seb in political animals could've and 100% would've been chris' "oh shit am i into this" moment

(on AO3)

You are 100% right. And ok look here’s the thing. HERE’S THE THING

Political Animals aired in mid 2012. They started filming CA:TWS in early 2013.

Now, if we say that they didn’t hook up in 2010 while filming TFA (warp reality to fit your needs it’s a handy trick), this totally could have happened.

Now that he’s doing another movie with this guy, he wants to see more of his filmography. He searches it on his laptop, and the first thing to come up is Political Animals. He *very innocently* clicks on it, settles in with a beer, maybe.

The first episode is good. Seb is good. He clicks play on the next.

This episode… Look, it’s good too, but. Someone���a man—pushes Seb onto a bed and they’re kissing and clearly doing… other stuff.

Chris isn’t— he isn’t turned on by it. Is not. He’s simply admiring another actor, a friend’s, work. He’s admiring the curve of Seb’s neck, his lips, the cut of his jaw because it shows he… knows his angles. Or something.

He’s leaning closer to the screen and replaying the scene because… fuck.

Chris slams the laptop shut, probably too hard. Speaking of too hard— double fuck.

It’s not like he has anything against men who like men. He even went through a phase of questioning in high school when he was the theater nerd and people were calling him names… but… this is different. This is a friend and a co-worker and this is—

Fuck.

Raking a hand through his hair and pulling it a bit, he tries to think of ways he can think himself out of this one. There are none he can think of. Mostly there’s just questions.

This hotel room with questionable decor is a really shitty place to have a life realization. If that’s what this is…

Okay wait. How does he know? How does he know know. Maybe this was just a… a fluke. Yeah. Maybe he just needs to… to watch it again. Or gay porn? No that doesn’t seem like it would be helpful.

Fuck.

—

The next couple weeks, he’s weird. He feels weird, he tries not to act weird but fails miserably if the behavior of the people around him is anything to go by.

Seb definitely notices. Especially when Chris goes back to calling him Sebastian like they haven’t known each other for years.

He eventually talks to Scott, who gives him shit, but at least it’s minimal shit. He does… explain some things. About attraction and labels and… other stuff.

He’s still very… unsure. Of everything. He’s rewatched that scene more than he’ll ever admit. He’s staring at Seb’s lips a lot, and trying to picture what the extra muscle looks like on his frame, and imagining running his tongue over said muscle… But just because he’s aware of it doesn’t mean he can stop.

He can do this. He can push through a little longer and then he can take time to figure himself out.

—

He can’t do this.

Somehow Chris had ended up here, in a bar. A karaoke bar, to be specific. And somehow, he’d ended up tipsy. And singing. With Seb.

The one thing Scott had told him was to try not to get drunk with Seb.

But now he’s here and they’re singing fucking “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by fucking REO Speedwagon and—

Look, if the lyrics hit a little close to home and the way Seb is looking at him sparks heat in his stomach, nobody has to know. Seb certainly doesn’t have to know.

He hopes Seb doesn’t know.

He hopes Seb knows everything, can somehow read his mind.

The end of the song finds them with an arm around each other, and Chris isn’t sure how they that happened. He hands the mic off, mutters something about needing a smoke, and searches for an exit.

You never think about how wonderful cool air is until you feel it on your face after pushing out of a crowded bar. Chris leans heavily against the brick.

The alley is deserted, thank God. Just him and his thoughts and the sounds of the city.

Maybe there’s no answer to this. Maybe he’s meant to stay in this limbo between lust and knowing himself. Maybe it’s God or the universe’s way of telling him to slow down.

He’s in the midst of going through his contacts for a lawyer that might be able to get him out of his Marvel contract, when the door beside him pushes open. He expects someone stumbling; maybe sick, maybe laughing. He doesn’t expect messy brown hair and soft eyes and a smile that could bring a man to his knees.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Seb cocks his head. “Thought you were out here to smoke.”

“Just needed a break,” Chris shrugs.

“I get that,” Seb says, shifting to lean against the brick beside Chris. He looks up at the sky like he can actually see the stars.

“Why’re you out here?”

Seb turns that smile on Chris and nudges his shoulder. “Checking on you.”

“I’m fine.”

“I know you’re fine,” Seb says Just thought… Maybe you could be better?”

“Better?”

“Christ, you’re gonna make me spell it out?”

Chris raises his eyebrows expectantly. Where the fuck is this going?

“Look I—“ Seb starts. “Tell me if I’m off base and I’ll shut up but… I’ve been getting a vibe from you recently.”

“A vibe?”

“Yes, a vibe. Look what I’m saying is— Do you want me to suck your dick or not? ‘Cause I can’t figure it out and it’s driving me insane and—”

“Do I what?” Chris is sure he’s hallucinating. How else would this be happening? Maybe someone gave him bad weed, maybe someone slipped something in his drink because there’s no way this is actually—

“I’ll take that as a no then. Forget what I said, sorry about that.”

Seb turns to leave, and Chris is still trying to catch up with his thoughts, to process what he heard, but Seb is leaving and he needs to do something.

He reaches out and grabs Seb’s wrist before he can think better of it. Seb spins around and Chris pulls and Seb’s back meets the brick. And he’s— he’s right there. After so long imagining it, Seb is finally in Chris’ hands.

A soft oh falls from Seb’s lips. Chris’ breath stops in his lungs.

“Yeah?” Seb’s voice is quiet, nearly indistinguishable from the passing cars. But Chris sees his lips move in the dim light, feels his breath across his face…

“Yeah.”

All at once, Seb is pushing into him. Wrapping arms around Chris’ shoulders and almost touching their lips together, just the barest whisper of air between them.

Chris is the one leans forward, just enough for their lips to meet, and his pulse is pounding in his ears.

He slowly pushes Seb back against the brick, surrounds him as Seb deepens their kiss. And this—the kissing, the teasing, the moving—Chris knows how to do this.

#and suddenly it isn’t scary anymore and they live happily ever after the end #sorry didn’t feel like writing a tidy ending on this one #use your imagination #also #haven’t seen political animals in so long #apologies if I got my episodes mixed up #this is unedited and will remain that way #just a short lil thing #evanstan #rpf #ixalitwrites #asks

[hiddens-eden]

The Last Tune (Emmett Cullen x Male!Reader) Pt 1

Paring; Emmett Cullen x Male Reader + Cullen Family x Male Reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: Cursing, Abuse, Tramua, Angst

Pronouns; He/Him

Spelling checked; No

Summary; Y/N is a quiet boy that's had his fair share of physical and emotional trauma, so he loves to keep to himself. He barely interacts with anyone unless needed and prefers to listen to music and sketch in peace. So imagine his surprise when some of the most popular kids in school want to be around him! They heard him singing along with his music and were immediately entranced. One of them in particular has his eyes set on him. Though, they are not the only ones who have an interest in Y/N.

A/N; Hello, my little Otaku's! Welcome to my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated! Just be kind! I'm sorry if it seems at all rushed! On my next stories I do plan on switching PoV's so it'll be easier to write and more entertaining. Enjoy!

"Who are they?"a dark haired girl asked her friend that was sitting just across from their lunch table

"Those are some of the most popular people in school, the Cullen's. Not only are they hot as hell, but they're charming to boot! They do disappear for long periods of time, which gives them an air of mystery."

At the Cullen's table, they softly chuckled at the description the new girl was given. After all, it's only natural considering what they are. They are a being talked about in many fantasy tales. Known for their taste for blood. Vampires, a creature of the night that feasts on humans. However, they in particular don't drink human blood

They went back to softly talking to each other, but a few minutes later something caught their attention. A soft voice echoed in their eardrums. It was enchanting and beautiful, it was like nothing they've ever heard of. They all simultaneously started looking around for the source of the pleasant sound when the new girl asked about someone else.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing to a table where a boy sat by himself

"Oh! That's (Y/N), (L/N)! He doesn't talk much, but when he does, you can't help but feel so tranquil and at peace!"

That caught the vampire's attention, and they whipped their heads to where the brunette was pointing. Noticing that that was where the sound is coming from.

"What do you mean?"

"His voice is so soft, like silk! But it has a sort of firmness to it! That's not the only thing, though. He is so kind, adorable, and smart as well! He even helps who ask for him to tutor them. His personality makes everyone want to be around him!"

That rose some questions in the vampires heads. If he is that well-liked, why is no one sitting near him?

"Then why is he alone?"

~The vampires will have to thank the new girl for asking so many questions~

"Well, whenever people come near him, he gets anxious and tries to get away as soon as possible. Someone grabbed him on accident, and he started having a panic attack, falling to the ground, and hyperventilating."

The Cullen's were a little shocked when they heard this. That wasn't normal for sure

"Holy shit. Was he okay?"

"Yeah, he was sent home early. But, some students saw his face as he was leaving and said that he looked terrified. We think something is going on where he lives, though we can't know for sure" she shrugged

"Once he came to school the next day, he was wearing long-sleeves. I thought it was weird considering he never wore them before, but the rest of the school shrugged it off as it being in the winter months making it reasonable. The person apologized the next day and (Y/N) just said it was fine, and he just likes being alone, so now that's what we do"

Right when the girl finished, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Making everyone get up and start to throw away their trash and head to class. All except one person...

"I don't think he heard the bell" Emmett said

"Gee, none of us would've guessed!" Rosalie responded, causing the other Cullen's to chuckle

Suddenly, Jasper's sight shifted to his wife Alice because he felt her stiffening up, a tell-tale sign of her power activating. The other vampires looked at her as well, waiting for her to relay what she saw. After a little bit she came to and, slowly, turned to Emmett grinning

"Emmett, why don't you go over and tell him class is about to start? Maybe even ask him to tutor you! We all know you need it." she remarked, still grinning

Starting to understand why she was acting like the way she was, Emmett sighed, wanting to protest, but he knew Alice's visions almost always came true, or they would end at the same conclusion.

He made his way over to where the boy was sitting

"Remember not to grab him!" Alice semi-shouted from where she was standing

Emmett waved her off, still approaching (Y/N)

He gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder, making the smaller boy jump in surprise and what Emmett can only assume is fear

(Y/N) turned his head around fast enough to give him whiplash and that's when he met the golden eyes of the person that startled him

He took his earbud out before speaking, "I-Is there s-something I can do for you?" (Y/N) asked shakily

Emmett stood there for a moment. He had never seen someone so hot and cute at the same time. The girl was right, too. His voice is the embodiment of angelic. Emmett took this chance to take in all the boys features, from his soft (S/C) skin that reflected the light of the cafeteria. To his intoxicating (E/C) eyes that he could get lost in over and over again. Emmett felt a small pull to (Y/N), and he knew exactly what it meant.

“H-hello? Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked

“I-I um…class is about to start…”

(Y/N) looked at the time and blushed

“So it is…” (Y/N) stood up and started collecting his things “T-thanks for letting me know” (Y/N) stood to leave but was stopped as Emmett stood in front of him

“I was wondering if you could help me study for chemistry? I’m currently failing” Emmett chuckled, rubbing the back of his head

"I-I don't mind, where should we meet?"

"How about the Library after school?"

(Y/N) smiled the slightest bit "Sounds good, now if you don't mind I need to get to class" and with that (Y/N) left the cafeteria heading to his next class. Emmett slowly rejoined his family, still in awe from the recent interaction.

Jasper grinned from the emotions Emmett was emulating

"It seems Emmett is very interested in that guy"

"Hell yeah I am! Did you see him?!"

"We did" Edward answered him, "But"

"But what?" Emmett asked

"I can't read his mind, same with the new girl"

"Does that mean they're a supernatural?" Rosalie asked

"No, they aren't. The new girl is a weird case, but (Y/N) seems to just have fantastic mental walls and barriers. Which is concerning..."

"Then I'll have to break them" Emmett smirked

The rest of the Cullen's let out a collective sigh as they made their way to their respective classes. Still wondering what was going on with the mysterious (Y/N).

The final bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students started to funnel out of their classes and into the hallways. Emmett was waiting outside (Y/N)'s classroom, ready to head to the library.

After waiting awhile of waiting, (Y/N) came out of the classroom books and binder in hand

"Hey"

(Y/N) jumped and turned around to see Emmett, a look of relief claimed his face

"You ready to go?"

"Y-yeah"

As they made their way to the library, they made some just talked about their interests and things of that nature, eventually arriving at their destination. After they settled in their seats with the necessary books, they started the study session.

Emmett found it cute, they way (Y/N) would nervously try and help him understand the complex formula's and equations. After a few explanations, (Y/N) sat down and started to work on his homework. Unconsciously, (Y/N) started to sing to himself, making Emmett perk up and look at him.

"You're a good singer"

(Y/N) blushed, "Thanks...but others don't think so..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Emmett stood up, causing (Y/N) to jump a little, "Your voice is amazing!"

(Y/N) blushed at the praise he was given. He'd never been complimented before, so this was new to him.

"Thank you" (Y/N) smiled, making Emmett's cold and dead heart swell with something he's never felt before

"N-no problem" Emmett said before sitting down, and starting to work again, still thinking of that cute-ass smile

Soon, the sun started to set and that was their cue to wrap things up.

"Could you tutor me again tomorrow? If you're free, that is" Emmett asked

"Sure, I should be open. Meet here after school?"

"Deal"

"Then I'll see you tomorrow" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett before walking to his place

To say Emmett was giddy is an understatement. He was over the moon. Not only did he get to be tutored by his adorable mate, but he also got him to open up and be more relaxed around him! He made his way back to his own house and entered with his head still stuck in the clouds. Unaware of the fact that the whole family was sitting in the living room

"It seems that Emmett had an amazing time" Jasper couldn't help but let out his own smile from Emmett's emotions

"Something good happen, Emmett?" Carlisle asked, intrigued by Jasper's comment

"I think he's the one"

"The One?" Esme questioned

Alice snickered, clearly happy that her vision seemed to have came true

"My mate" Emmett replied, still thinking about the fun time he had studying with (Y/N)

"Congrats!! But, make sure you claim him before anyone else!" Esme explained

"He's not an object, Esme" Carlisle chastised

"I know, but humans may not understand their feelings"

"I just have to take things slow. I don't want to scare him off"

~Next Day at School~

"Hey (Y/N)!"

"Hmm? Oh, hey Emmett!" (Y/N) smiled sweetly

As Emmett got closer to (Y/N) he noticed a very distinct smell coming from the boy. "(Y/N) are you alright?" he asked concern lacing his voice

(Y/N) visibly tensed and started to shake slightly. "U-um ye-yeah? I'm f-fine"

Emmett was less than convinced. He needed to know who or what hurt his mate, so he could end it's pitiful existence, then and there. Though, he decided not to add anymore fuel to the fire...yet.

"If you say so. We should head to to class"

"Yeah"

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"If you still want to, then yes" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett causing him to absolutely gush at his adorableness

"Yep! Totally!" (Y/N) chuckled at Emmett's response

While heading to class they just talked about whatever was on their minds. Well, mostly Emmett since (Y/N) is a closed off little bean <3. But, that didn't stop either of them from enjoying themselves. Even once they where in class they softly whispered to each other. Their teacher didn't care much because (Y/N) is a model student and Emmett is a popular kid (you know those teachers that try and get in with the cool kids? Yeah, that's their teacher). When they went their seperate way's for their second block (Y/N) though that was it, like all of the other people he's tutored. He just thought Emmett was being kind and he'd see him after school for their study session. But he was proven wrong at lunchtime.

(Y/N) was eating by himself at a table listening to music and singing along softly when he felt vibrations coming from next to him. He looked over to not only see Emmett, but the whole Cullen entourage in tow. He was shocked to say the very least.

"Can we sit here?"

Collecting himself he responded with a soft "Yeah". The Cullen's then sat down, Emmett sitting on your right and Alice on your left. She squealed and looked twoards you "I've wanted to actually talk to you for a while now! Emmett talks about you and your singing too! I hope I can hear you one day!" This, this was how (Y/N).exe has stopped working. You where an embarassed blushing mess while looking at Emmett in mock betrayal. 'He talks about me?' you thought. He just smirked enjoying your cuteness.

"Ahh!!! He's soo adorable!!" Now you were a even darker red. Only provoking Alice more as she got slightly closer to you. You were about to curl in on yourself when you felt that you were being griped by the waist and pulled into a solid chest.

"Alice, your going to make him explode" Emmett said slightly, just slightly defensive

She laughed "My my what about you then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look down, bonehead" Rosalie butted in amused

Emmett did what she said and saw you an absolute wreck. If a cherry was a person it would be you at this point-

Now he was trying to compose himself. The sight of both of you made everyone at the table start chuckling. After that whole fiasco you got to know Emmett's family and started to enjoy their presence. Something you never really had the pleasure of experiencing...

Over the next few weeks, Emmett did everything he could to be even remotely close to (Y/N). They would do studying sessions at the library, and after they would get something to eat. Well, only (Y/N) did. He thought it was weird Emmett never ate anything, but Emmett assured (Y/N) that he was eating well. They would often go to parks and just have fun too. However, all fun things come to an end. When one day (Y/N) didn't show up to school. Emmett just thought (Y/N) got a cold, but soon days turned to weeks and he was getting worried. He didn't know where (Y/N) lived so he couldn't go to his house and see if he was alright, but one day Carlise came home a little later than usual which was not unnoticed by his family.

"You're back late" Esme commented

"Well there is a teenager in critical condition. He came in with severe lacerations all over his body and what seemed to be marks of repeated tramua as well. He came in a couple of weeks ago and was in a coma until he flatlined earlier this morning" Carlise took off his doctor coat and placed it on the chair making his way to Esme. As he stood next to her he looked over to see his "children" with wide eyes

"Is something wrong?" Carlise asked a bit worried

"When did that patient come into the hospital?" Emmett asked urgently

"(Date). Why?"

With that all of the vampires stood up and started to get ready to go to the hospital

"What's wrong? Where are you guys going?" Esme asked

"That's most likely my mate" Emmett replied, making it clear he was irritated

"Well then what are we waiting for?" Esme rushed everyone out the door and to the hospital

At the hospital, they made their way to the room (Y/N) was at. Once there, Carlisle motioned for Emmett to enter first. Emmett went in and was shocked by what he saw. (Y/N) had many tubes attached to him. His body was wrapped in bandages and his breathing was hitching. Emmett walked over to the resting (Y/N) and reached out for his hand, grasping it softly. He rubbed his thumb over the boy's knuckles in a reassuring manner, then sat down next to the bed, still holding (Y/N)'s hand. He could only think about how much he failed his mate. How could he let this happen? He knew there was something going on, but he did nothing? He turned a blind eye to it all. How can he face (Y/N) when he wakes up? Emmett's thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice

"Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that" Emmett replied

"I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

With that, Emmett's world stopped. Boyfriend? How? Why? Was I to late? Emmett turned to (Y/N) conflicted, but that's when he saw the heart monitor. His heart rate was not that high a while ago.

"Can you leave me with my boyfriend?" (B/F/N) asked harshly

Emmett reluctantly stood up and made his way to the door, but not before taking one last look at (Y/N). Once he was out of the room, Emmett started walking down the hallway back to his family.

"Who was that guy that went in there?" Rosalie went up to Emmett

"Apparently, he's (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

The Cullen's looked at Emmett in sadness and pity, but they noticed something

"You don't seem that bothered about it" Jasper said

"Well, before he came in, (Y/N)'s heart rate was normal, but when he spoke his heart rate rose"

"So, you think-"

"Yeah, his 'boyfriend' must've done that to him"

"That's awful" Esme covered her mouth in shock

"We can't really do anything if we don't have proof though" Alice said irritated

"Then we'll just have to get some" Emmett smirked, making the other Cullen's nod

They made their plan's and put them on hold until you were sent home. In the meantime, Emmett came to visit whenever your 'boyfriend' was never there and if he was, Carlisle was keeping a closer eye on you than normal. He also noticed that (B/F/N) would only ever sit in the chair across the room and when he would glance at you a look of disgust would be present on his face. This further solidified his resolve to get you out of that situation.

~A few days later while Emmett is visiting you~

"We're going to help you (Y/N), Everything will be better soon" Emmett reassured the sleeping male whilst holding his hand. He then felt (Y/N) clench his hand and looked up to see those beautiful (E/C) orbs opening

"Em-"

"Shh, don't strain yourself yet" Emmett stood up and pressed the 'call' button just above (Y/N)'s head before sitting back down

"Where-"

"The hospital...can you tell me what happened to you?"

After a brief pause, (Y/N) shook his ever so slightly

"That's fine, just tell me when you're ready" Emmett smiled sweetly. He saw (Y/N)'s face contort into sadness as he started crying. "I-I'm sorry f-for worrying you" (Y/N) choked out between sobs. Emmett couldn't see him cry like this, so he started to comfort and reassure the other male. "You'll be okay...I won't let you get hurt anymore..."

A/N: I really hope you liked it! Please tell me your thoughts! Sorry it took way longer than I said! I will now be working on the requests I have gotten and a new series I've conjured up ;)By my little Otaku's!!

#emmett cullen #Emmett Cullen x male reader #Emmett Cullen x male!reader #gay #lgbtq #Twilight #Twilight x male reader #Twilight x male!reader #the cullen family #the cullens #pt1 #part 1

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

Paul's Lullaby | part two

<previous | next>

It had been a few days since your attack on the beach. Since then, Paul really didn't like when you were home alone. Or walking to work alone. Or anywhere alone really. It didn't have to be with him, but he needed to know he, or someone he trusted could get to you in time.

He was worried that the leech had caught your scent, and would come back. Sam didn't think so, Sam was under the impression that this person was actually testing their lines, and he wouldn't let the same mistake happen again. You were still waiting for Paul to tell you the whole truth, but you were being patient, as he had been with you. It was clear that whatever it was, was hard for him to say.

Your couch was permanently occupied by Paul, who picked you up from work to drive you home. And if he couldn't make it, he'd send one of the pack, or one of the imprints to pick you up and bring you to Emily's house.

You were cautiously optimistic about where things were going with Paul. There was still some trust issues, but you were working on it together. And no matter how much Embry or Jared talked about Paul's anger issues, you didn't really see it.

Currently, you were at Emily's, sitting on the couch and trying to stay awake until Paul got there. He made you feel safe.

"Have you seen this?" Emily asked holding a newspaper. There were missing people all over Seattle. It's what had Paul working overtime. He was pulling more than his fair share, and you knew that had to do with you. But you didn't understand what.

"Is anyone ever going to tell me what's going on?" you asked, but your tone was light, joking. Emily laughed, and sat by your legs on the couch.

"Paul really is taking his time, huh?" She gave you a sad smile. "He's doing that for your benefit."

"I know, I know," you said. "I'm just really confused. I swear the scenarios I'm making up in my head must be worse."

"Probably," she said. You both laughed this time.

"Well he better snap to it."

"I'm heading to bed," Emily said, patting your leg over the thin blanket. "You okay out here?"

"Yeah, thanks Em. Goodnight," you said.

"Goodnight."

"Wake up honey."

Paul was gently shaking your arm. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, trying to wake you up as nicely as possible. Jared laughed in the background at how soft Paul was around you, but quickly said his goodbyes as he took the night patrol. It takes a tough guy to make fun of someone and then rush out the door. But Paul didn't care.

"Paul?" you asked, finally coming to. "What time is it?"

"Late, it's very late."

"Take me home," you said, holding your arms out to him.

"I like you when you're sleepy, you're very nice." Paul picked you up, and said a quick goodbye to Sam as you closed your eyes again. It made Sam smile.

Paul carried you to his pick up truck, and got you settled into the passenger seat. He even did up your seat belt. You woke up a little more, but your squirming and stretching was the cutest thing to him. He was so enamoured with you. He didn't really care how long it took until you trusted him. Or even if you never wanted to be with him, he didn't care. As long as he got to be around you, he would be fine.

"Let's watch a movie tonight," you said, yawning right after.

"I don't think you'll be able to stay awake," he said, smiling.

"Can we try?"

"How about we watch something tomorrow, after work?"

"Okay," you said, closing your eyes again. "Tomorrow."

You fell back asleep before you got home. Paul was driving slowly, and the cool air was filtering in through his open window. He was listening to some folk band, and the whole thing just lulled you to sleep.

When he parked the truck, he did everything he could to get you into your room without waking you up, and he was pretty successful. But as he was tucking you into bed, you woke up a little. He moved to leave but you grabbed his wrist.

"Goodnight Paul," you said, not letting go of his wrist.

"Goodnight honey," he said, daring to lean down and kiss your forehead. You made a happy sound as you rolled over, getting comfortable in bed.

Paul would've done anything in the world to crawl into bed with you and fall asleep. But he was happy just to be here.

So, Paul went back to the couch. And got as comfortable as he could, and fell asleep, reminding himself that you were safest when he was here. And that he was doing a good job protecting you.

The next morning went better than most mornings. You woke up in a good mood, and decided to make breakfast for Paul. He'd been working so hard to protect you, that he deserved at least a fraction of that devotion back.

You made the lot, pancakes and eggs. A small fruit salad and a plate of bacon. While the pot of coffee finished, Paul wandered into the kitchen stretching.

"Mmm," he groaned, "something smells good."

"I made you breakfast," you said, a smile on your face.

Paul was in love with you, that much he knew for sure. And today he got his first sign that maybe you were at least starting to fall for him too. It was a good day.

"Eat up," you said. "I have to work in a few hours."

"You're going to eat too, right?" he asked.

"Of course I am," you said, stopping before you left the room. You turned on the radio against the wall. It was some band you'd never heard of, but it was nice enough. Paul was already filling his plate, but you went to pour two coffees. "Cream, sugar?"

"Just black," he said, mouthful of food. "Just come sit."

"All right," you said. "But for the record I wanted the coffee."

You chose the chair beside him, instead of across from him, and he took note of that but didn't say anything. You smiled at him, and he smiled back, like he always did.

Breakfast was relatively quiet, you made small talk about what was going on that day, but mostly you just enjoyed the silence. It didn't feel awkward, it felt right. It felt comfortable. When you were done, Paul wasn't. So you carried your plate to the sink, and rubbed your hand across his back as you passed. His breath hitched slightly, and it made you smile, thinking about how different Paul was.

Maybe it was time you cut him a little slack.

When he finished, Paul helped you clean up. And even shooed you away to get ready for work while he did the dishes.

"Thank you," he said, as you walked back down the hallway. He wiped his hands on a dishcloth and dropped it back on the counter. He leaned back, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he is.

"Thank you for being here," you said, suddenly self conscience under his intent stare at you. You pulled your sweater sleeves over your hands, keeping the fabric pinched between your fingers.

"I uh, packed up the rest of the fruit salad. I thought you might like to have it at work." Paul had one of your Tupperware containers sitting on the counter.

"And the bacon?"

He looked guilty. "I ate it."

"It's okay!" you said, laughing at his face. "It was made to be eaten."

He drove you to work, and although you missed to walk, you knew you'd get back to it eventually. When he dropped you off, you hesitated to leave. Paul sat patiently, giving you a moment to collect yourself.

"I want the truth tonight," you said.

"Honey..."

"Just, think about it from my perspective. I have no idea what it is I should be scared of, I have no idea where you work or why you're gone all the time. I'm worried about you, and I'm scared."

"I'm scared too." Paul took a deep breath. "I'm scared that something will happen to you. But mostly I'm scared that if you know the truth you'll be scared of me."

"I wouldn't."

"You don't know that," he said, he looked terrified. "You hated me earlier this month. Couldn't even look at me throughout high school and I am so embarrassed about that. And it's going to be even more embarrassing when I tell you everything because then you'll know that we didn't make eye contact from two years attending the same school."

"I'm sure we made eye contact," you said.

"No." He looked at you, and you could see the pain in his eyes. "We didn't." The look on his face made you hurt. It made your heart deflate, and you would've done anything to see him smile again.

You unclicked your seat belt, but didn't move as it sprang back into place. It didn't feel right to leave the air like this.

The heat he gave off seemed to float right into your space, and there was something about his presence that made you feel more settled than you had in a long time. You wanted to touch him, so you leaned across the middle seat, and placed a tender kiss against his cheek.

"Just think about it," you said, sliding back towards the door and starting to get out. You didn't want to leave him feeling sad, but you had to get to work.

"Have a good shift," he said, watching you leave. He hated watching you walk away.

"You too."

Work had been horrible. Your boss was kind of a jerk, and waiting tables had really lost it's appeal. You'd been serving tables in La Push's best diner, but when the new owners took over, it quickly began to lose it's charm. You wanted to buy it when they were selling, but coming right out of high school you didn't have that kind of cash.

You just felt kind of miserable, so when you saw Jared and Kim waiting for you outside, you just felt annoyed. You were under the impression you and Paul had made plans.

"Hey," Kim said, smiling from the passenger seat. You got in behind Jared. "Don't worry. Paul said another hour, tops."

"Can you guys just take me home? I had a long day and I just want to relax," you asked, pulling your upper body between Jared and Kim's seats.

"I don't know, Y/N," Jared said, making a worried face. "I don't think Paul would like that."

"C'mon Jared," you said. "I'll lock the doors, and I'll call you if I get nervous."

"Jared, she wants to go home." Kim smiled at you. You really liked her.

He rolled his eyes and started the car. "When he freaks out on me, I'm throwing you both under the bus."

"He won't get mad at us," you said, "he said himself. An hour tops."

Jared and Kim were actually really great travel companions. Kim always made sure you were included in conversation, and Jared was not afraid to sing at the top of his lungs which was hilarious. They really cheered you up.

And of course, they waited until you were in your house to pull away.

Inside, you were tired, and cold. And you had wanted to spend some time with Paul. But he said an hour, and you figured we wouldn't lie about that. It wasn't too late that you couldn't give him some of the patience that he had given you.

So you spent the time bringing out some blankets, and pillows. When that was done you made some popcorn and fresh lemonade.

Paul should've been there any second. So you just spent some time tidying up the place. You saw some fabric poking out from under on the blankets, and you yanked on it, pulling out one of Paul's shirts. You laughed. Because it seemed rare to even see him in a shirt.

You pulled your shirt over your head, and put on his instead. Your shorts were hidden by his baggy shirt, even baggier on your small frame.

Twigs snapped outside the window, and you gasped. You knew you locked the door, but decided on checking the windows too. Just so you could say that you did. They were all locked. When you walked back into the living room, Paul was standing there - jaw clenched tight just like his fists were. But you could see the restraint. You could tell he was actively calming himself. You took a step closer.

"Don't," he said, voice cracking. He closed his eyes, hating the way you stop dead in your tracks. He didn't want to scare you. "I told you that I didn't want you here alone for a reason."

"I was so tired after work," you explained. "I wanted to sit on the couch and watch a movie like normal people do."

"I am trying to make things as normal as possible for you," he said, the anger was already washed away, but it wasn't gone. Not entirely. "You just have to trust me."

"How can I trust you when you don't trust me?" you said, voice starting to raise with unavoidable frustration.

"You think that I don't trust you?"

"I'm not allowed to be by myself, how else would you like me to interpret that?" You felt tears brimming at your eyes, the confrontation bringing out your anxiety.

"If we're going to fight, I need you to take three steps back."

"For what?"

"Your safety."

"What does that mean?" you shouted. "Are you scared you'll hit me?"

"I would never hit you," he shouted back. "How could you even think that?"

"I don't want to argue," you said, quietly. "I'm sorry I shouted."

He saw the sad look in your eyes, and could've kicked himself for driving you to this. He nodded, prying his eyes away from your sad ones to look anywhere else. He looked at your shirt, for the first time, and even though he was angry with you, he loved the sight. It calmed him down knowing it was you, in his shirt, a couple feet away.

He held his hand out, palm up for you to take. You did, and he guided you, as if you were dancing - not fighting, to the couch. You sat beside him, and he kept your hand in his.

"I need you to really listen to me," he said, his eyes glossing over with the realization that if he loses you, he'd never be whole again. "For now, I need you to follow all my rules. Even when they seem excessive, or dumb. And in return I will explain everything. And I won't keep any secrets from you."

"I can do that," you said. "If you're always honest with me, I'll be honest with you."

"Okay, tomorrow I'll explain everything. You're off, right?"

"Yeah," you said, shuffling over so you could lean your head against Paul's shoulder. "Can we watch our movie now?"

He put an arm around you, and you fit to him. Like you were always meant to be there. Well, technically, you were.

"Yeah, honey. We can watch a movie now."

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[enhypia]

JY ; almost lovers

almost lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: sim jaeyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

words: roughly 1.4k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jake speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jake speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hello~ my name is jake!

and i'm (y/n)

and we're almost lovers

[you guys were invited here today as almost lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

yes we were

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

yup!

i'll be drinking regardless if i answer or not btw

why?

it's free alcohol

[how long have you guys known each other?]

since middle school ??

yup, so like 6 or 7 years ?

[wouldn't you be childhood friends then?]

oh no, jake and i weren't friends

*jake laughs and (y/n) grins

we really weren't, we were just somehow always put in the same classes

classmates, that's literally just what we were

ah i got it, we just knew of each other's existence

yup that

*both laugh

[how did you guys became almost lovers then?]

oh it's the classic project partners thing

we became seatmates, and like for that whole school year almost every teacher assigned seatmates as partners

it's like they all collectively agreed to it

yeah so we just eventually got close and ,,,

chaos ?

chaos.

*both giggle because jake's giggle is contagious

[why didn't you guys get together?]

we were both cowards and dumb with feelings

and jake had to move back to australia

and i had to move back to australia

[so if jake didn't move, you guys could've been together?]

,,,, i honestly do not know

yeah same

jake was the popular dream guy, i wasn't even dating him back then but so many rumors spread

i'm sorry about that really

don't worry, it wasn't your fault

*you pat him on the head making him smile widely

[how about we start the q&a between you guys?]

yeah, let's go~

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jake wins

okay! first question

*jake picks up a card and laughs in disbelief

why?

[do you still find me attractive?]

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

i don't know if i should be offended that you're laughing or what

no, because it's ridiculous!

whY?

jake i literally compliment and hype you up whenever we meet

*jake blushes

so yes i still do find you attractive because you ARE attractive.

*(y/n) smiles teasingly

*jake rolls his eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card

oh wow

[did you see ever yourself loving me?]

*jake takes a shot

you know that just makes you sus

it's not like you don't know the answer?!!

that's the point! i do know so you could've just answered instead of drinking

shut up *jake grumbles

*you take a shot to make him feel better

the answer is yes btw, i did see myself loving them

*(y/n) almost chokes

*jake laughs

it's different hearing it out loud

*jake g i g g l e s

just read the next question

[do you think it's my fault that we didn't become a couple?]

pffft-

i mean

yeah yeah, but for me i'm blaming australia

sure buddy.

*jake :O

but no i don't think it was your fault, like we said a while ago, even if you didn't move, we were still dumb with feelings and we probably would've prioritized our future than a relationship. it wasn't the right time i guess??

*jake nods in agreement

[sorry, was it ever clarified between you guys that you had feelings for each other?]

oh yeah! we knew about it

yeah bUT AFTER I CAME BACK FROM AUSTRALIA ???

*(y/n) laughs

we met up when he came back and i just went "oh did you know i liked you back then?" and then jake just -

*(y/n) can't finish the sentence because (y/n) remembers the scene perfectly and is laughing hard

*jake groans

thAT! he groaned like that and basically slammed his head on the table.

yeah and you gaped like a fish after i told you i liked you back then too!

*jake :P

*(y/n) :O

i did not

yes you did! you went *jake imitates a gaping fish

yah! *(y/n) hits jake's arm lightly

*both laugh

*(y/n) reads the card and takes a shot after

why are you drinking? i'm the one answering

i know, i just needed that shot to prepare myself

[do you still have feelings for me?]

*jake turns red and reaches for a shot

moving on-

i'm answering

*(y/n) error404 please restart

*both cannot look each other in the eye

i don't know honestly? i still am kind of dumb with feelings but the reason why i say i don't know is because i'm trying to make sure that what i'm feeling for (y/n) is real?? like i actually do like them and not with the feeling ??

*(y/n) nods understanding what he meant

because wouldn't that be unfair to (y/n) ? saying you have feelings for them when you aren't really sure? i don't want that, i don't want to hurt (y/n) in any way or form

*(y/n) downs a shot and covers their face in embarrassment

why~ ?

*(y/n) narrows their eyes at jake and just hands him the card to read

*jake laughs

okay let's go,

[do you still think about what could've been?]

goddammit

*(y/n) takes a shot

*jake is basically just laughing at everything at this point, but that's okay he's cute when he laughs

yes, i do. i think what plagued me the most were 'what if?' questions. when i see my friends getting into relationships or hearing them talk about someone they've been seeing. i would often ask like "what if we just had confessed earlier?" "what if you never moved?" "what if we actually got together?" things like that

but i think my hardest 'what if' was "what if we just tried?"

*please put jake in rice he is not working

*he raises his glass to do a cheers

here's to painful confusion !

and dumb feelings~

*both take a shot

[question for both: do you regret that you guys didn't get together?]

honestly, no? i feel like if we did, we would be two completely different people right now?

yeah, i like who i am and who you are right now, so i don't think i regret it either.

and we were shit at romantic feelings

we aren't kidding, we really were

i feel bad for everyone who had to witness that phase in our lives

rip

*both laugh

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

hmm,,

don't think too much

no <3

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

okay, okay, i have one

this better be good sim.

[you said a while ago that it wasn't the right time for us before. how about now? do you think we're finally at the right time?]

.........

*(y/n) is speechless

*(y/n) downs a shot

jake don't ask me out on television

*jake bursts out laughing

i don't know jake, you tell me, you're the one confused with feelings.

... .. ... .

*(y/n) realizes what they said

*jake literally 👁👄👁

,,,, what?

*(y/n) clears their throat

huh?

nu uh, what did you just say ??

i haven't said anything yet?? are you okay?

*(y/n) looks at the crew around them that were covering their mouths preventing laughs and squeals

you definitely said something that meant you have feelings for me!

i did not! you need to get your ears checked

*(y/n) is blushing and is avoiding jake's intense look

[that's one way to end, huh?]

oh yay! we're done, good job everybody!

*(y/n) is hurrying to escape like a pokemon

*jake is still dumbfounded, poor guy

[is he okay?]

don't worry about him, he's rebooting

*jake glares adorably at (y/n)

we are talking after this

sorry i have plans, i need to water my dog

*(y/n) teases jake making him facepalm

[i think i smell another feature, but maybe as couples next time?]

*both blushes at the statement

that's all up to jake, director :D

*jake :O

honey, close your mouth, you'll catch flies

*jake wakes up at the term of endearment and his blush deepens

yah~ !

*(y/n) grins widely and waves to the camera

bye~

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a/n: AAAA ENHA CB !! the enhypen dimension opens owo <3 anyways, i made jake's lighter since i couldn't make it angsty, he's too precious, i must protect him. also, my jake timestamp (oh worm?) received a lot of love, thank you !!! i hope you like this one as well~ sunoo's will be uploaded next !! please look forward to it <33

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