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redheadspark · 4 months

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Hello! I am a creeper who LOVES your work! I have had this idea for an Az fic, but as I am not a writer, I cannot do it justic!

So its an Azriel x Reader. They both have a thing for each other but obvi neither know about it, but the whole Inner circle know . So the inner circle are having fun and some shenanigans happen, and somebody asks the reader about the person that she likes. Reader gets flustered, Az gets ✨jealous✨ and says screw it and kisses the reader. Im talking the kind of kiss that makes you forget everything and your brain melt. Lots of fluff, some angst because they are silly and maybe some smut at the end? 😎😎😎

Youre incredible!

Happy New Year!

A/N - HOORAY! I am so sorry for writing this BEYOND late, I'm battling a sinus infection and was in no mood to write when I was hurting, but I finally finished it and I hope you like it!

Intertwined

Warnings - Fluff with a some smut towards the end, so 18+ for this one!

“Okay, now that we have the presents out of the way, I think we should move onto a hot topic,”

“And what would that be?”

“A certain person’s love life,”

You saw several pairs of eyes looking over at you as you were mid-sip with your glass of wine. It suddenly felt like you were the topic of conversation, much to your dismay as you slowly lowered your wine glass down and stared at the others that were gazing at you. As if you weren’t in on the joke. Perhaps you weren’t, and clutching your wine glass a bit too tightly you looked to your right to see Nesta grinning at you.

“Nesta…..what’s going on?” You asked her tentatively as she linked arms with you.

“Nothing at all,” She replied smoothly as she gave you her signature smirk, “We are just inquiring about your personal life since you never tell us, your friends and found family, anything about your love life,”

Of course, this was not how the night was going to go. It was the Annual Winter Solstice Party amongst the Inner Circle in Velaris, the second one you have been a part of since you were the newest member of the Inner Circle. Nesta became fast friends with you when she walked into your little bookstore, striking up a conversation with you about new books that caught her attention.

You showed her a few titles, and you two have been friends ever since.

After Nesta came her mate Cassian, the suave and yet kind Commander of the Illyrian Army. He was dragged in by his mate, amused at the sight of Nesta almost sprinting to the New Arrivals section and he hung back and started a conversation with you. You liked his attitude, the calm to Nesta’s storm, the sun to her moodiness, and he almost seemed like a lovable younger brother to you.

Not too long after that, you were surprised to see Nesta again, but she was not alone. She brought along both the High Lord and the High Lady of Night Court. It never occurred to you that she was sisters with High Lady Feyre, to which you were beyond entranced to meet her. Feyre was beyond kind, wishing to find art books and some other novels for her. High Lord Rhsyand was more curious about the historical novels you had, along with adventurous fiction pieces to help him pass the time.

You gave him a great recommendation, and your life was forever changed.

Rhysand hired you to help fill his personal library with books from the bookstore, paying you handsomely for your assistance and recommendations. You were shocked to see the mass sum he placed in your hands, to which you were able to not only get more books for the store but to get a bigger apartment for yourself since you were living in a cramped hole in the hall. After stocking his library with novels and volumes in every genre that he could ever want, Rhysand kept you in the Inner Circle. Being alone for some time and having to survive with no one to lean on, it felt surreal to have a new family.

A support system, and lifelong friends, it overwhelmed your heart tenfold.

Nesta brought you around the first Winter Solstice party with the Inner Circle, you were wearing a modest yet captivating dress. You were beyond nervous to meet the rest of her friends, but Nesta reassured you that you were going to mesh well with the group. So when you and Nesta walked in together and you saw the rest of the guests, you felt so small compared to the rest of the beings there.

Especially with Azriel, the Illyrian Spymaster.

He took your breath away from the moment you saw him perched by the fireplace. He cool demeanor contrasted with the roaring fire, the brooding stare he had on his face, and even the small licks of shadows that were hovering against his body and his wings that were tucked tight against his backside. Nesta spoke plenty about him and his duties for Night Court, Being the Spymaster of Rhysand and seeking out information from other courts. To anyone else, he would be intimidating and almost frightening to gaze at.

But not to you, you weren’t frightened at all.

Nesta introduced you two, walking you over to him and saying your name to him. He simply stared at you, you seeing the bright hazel eyes he had brightening from the cracking fire as he held out his hand for you to shake. You took it instantly, feeling the warmth of his hand and the scars that were etched along his skin as well.

“Pleasure to see you,” He said to you, his voice deep and soothing like a balm against a fresh wound. It felt it along your own skin, the tremor of his tone and how he was gazing at you with both intrigue and interest. You couldn’t help but smile, something inside of you told you not to be afraid of him. No matter that he could be a killer or someone who brings torture. That’s not what you felt in that moment shaking his hand, and you always relied on your intuition in the past.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” You said to him, and you saw him smile. It was the most beautiful smile you have ever seen from another being in your life.

Since then, you have been taken by him. The way he walked into a room and was cool and collected, how he would conduct himself in conversation and with the others in the Inner Circle. Although you never saw with your own eyes how he would conduct himself in meetings or during his missions, you knew he was someone not to be trifled with. But then again, anytime you two were in the same room, he showed none of those.

He was introverted at best, willing to watch from a distance as the rest of the group would joke and chit-chat. But he was also consistent in his opinions and banter with Rhysand and Cassian, showing the long relationship he has had with them. You admired it all the more, seeing the love they shared for one another, not to mention the kindness that was laced with his stubbornness and determination.

Something drew you to him, like a moth to a flame, wishing to discover him more and more as you two became friends over time. He never minded talking with you, wishing to know more about your knowledge of books and history and even coming to your shop every once in awhile to purchase something for himself. He looked over very book that intrigued him, taking his time with the purchase that he wanted to do. It showed that he was not going to waste his time in anything he did, he took precision and never jumped to chance.

Another trait that drew you in more with Azriel was his attention to detail. He could analyze a person for a certain amount of time and get more information about them than anyone else can do. It was a true gift, one you wish you had since his ability was more advanced. He knew the precise information to give to Rhysand, the right paints to gift Feyre for her birthday, even the exact number of soldiers to tell Cassian in one of their Illryain training sessions. It was his way in showing that he cared for the other person, listening to them and picking up and what they would say in passing.

He did that with you one time in the summer, hearing you talk with Mor about a broken window pane at the shop and some creaking floorboards that were on the verge of snapping. You were mostly venting to her, knowing that you were going to have to fix it yourself since you weren’t going to overpay someone to fix it. But the next morning, you heard Azriel knocking on your door with some tools in hand.

“You don’t have to fix it for me, Azriel. Honestly, I can—“

“It’s not trouble for me. Better for you to be safe than an injury happening,”

He fixed the floorboards and the window pane within a few hours, you paying him with a homemade lunch and you two perched on the front porch of the bookstore gossiping about Cassian and Nesta’s upcoming wedding. You hear him laugh from a comment you made, a whole-hearted laugh with his eyes crinkling and his teeth glistening in the sun, making you fall for him harder.

As the months passed, your friendship deepened and your crush on Azriel was still present, but it was placed on the back burner. It felt like a fever dream for you to be on the same platform as him, only seeing yourself as a bookkeeper and nothing more important than that. Azriel had power, he had a past of using that power on others to gain knowledge and intelligence. His cool demeanor and uneasy stature would make others flee and run away, but you felt closer to him than anyone else in the Inner Circle. Even with Nesta, who would tease you about how you two would be perfect together. But of course, you would push those possibilities and dreams away with a wave of your hand.

“I don’t think he would be interested in someone like me,”

“Like who?! Someone kind, intelligent, and beautiful from the inside out? I think he would, and he would be a fool to think otherwise,”

Leave it to Nesta to build you up when you feel low.

This led you to this night, a snowstorm roaring outside the Townhouse while you were all sitting together in one of the casual sitting rooms. With all eyes on you, you were still looking at the wine glass in hand as you were now the center of conversation.

“My love life is…..complicated to say the least,” you said aloud to the group, all of whom were simply smiling as you spoke again, “I am interested in someone, but nothing past that,”

“Oh, do tell!” Elaine said in glee as she was perched on a loveseat with her Mate, Lucien. Feyre and Rhsyand too seemed interested, wrapped in each other’s arms while Cassian was grinning widely from his perch in an armchair. You didn’t see Azriel, who was over on the other side of the room leaning against the wall, clutching his whiskey glass in a death grip as his hazel eyes were drilling into your own orbs.

“I doubt she wants to talk about it in a room filled with gossipers,” Cassian joked as Nesta glared at her mate.

“As if any of this will leave the Townhouse,” Feyre countered with him, though she gave you a knowing look, “You don’t need to tell us if you don’t want to. I know how secretive you are,”

“Yes, she does!” Nesta said with a smirk as she clinked her wine glass with yours, “I know you far too well, and you are in need of some love in your life. So tell us, what is he like?”

“Or she,” Rhysand hummed, though you rolled your eyes, “I’m only leaving it open, who are we to judge?”

“It is a male,” you corrected, seeing some smiles all around as you blushed. Once again, without you knowing it, Azriel was standing so still as he was drinking in this information of you being smitten by someone else. It was making his cool demeanor almost snap. You had no idea that he was fuming inside, the thought of another capturing your heart and making you feel loved and adored, the notion that another could take you away from him and leave him high and cry.

He was using all of his willpower to not stalk across the room to claim you as his, having months of practice in him pining over you and wishing you to be his.

He found you infectious to his soul, whether it was your laugh or your smile that made your freckles pop and your face light up in joy. He would find reasons to visit you at your little shop, just to talk to you for minutes at a time because it would fill up his soul with hope and love he missed out on for years. Azriel thought of you as beautiful in both image and in heart, a shining ray of light in his dark world. Yet he knew deep down he had to be careful, letting in people who were close to him would automatically link them to his dangerous life and his dangerous job. The last thing he would ever want is to bring potential danger to someone he loved.

It would kill him to bring you harm, the one person he would face danger for.

“All I will say is that this male is someone I feel will not wish to be with someone like me,” You said to the group with a shrug, Nesta rolling her eyes as Elaine looked at you almost in remorse.

“You speak so low of yourself! You are far too beautiful and intelligent for any male to pass on,” Feyre reasoned with you as she smiled sweetly at you, “That male is a fool to pass you by,”

“You are a catch,” Cassian agreed, then throwing up his hands in defense, “And I say that as a friend!”

“And I agree with my mate,” Nesta said to you, “I find males who cannot make up their minds on what they want to be fools,”

“Babe,” Cassian sighed as she gave him a knowing look.

“You are no longer a fool, sweetheart,” She said to him as she winked at him before looking back at you, “Your heart is far too sweet and far too kind for any male, no matter how they are, to simply cast by.”

Perhaps it was the one thing that Azriel needed to hear, the one phrase that made him throw out the rational side that he was trying to hold onto. The thought of some other male casting her side, or using her as a pawn in their game, it made his blood boil. The affection he felt for you over the year grew day after day, and it got to the point of it coming to a head at any moment. No matter the scenarios he played in his head in how he would ask you to dinner or to an outing in the park, nor the talks he confided in with Cassian in how he wished to talk to you about his affections for you. All of that was out of the window.

He had to act, and he did just that.

He moved before he could stop his feet, walking across the room with his eyes on you like you were a target for his mission. Everyone was floored by how fast he was moving, you were almost spooked by the way he walked swiftly and his shadows were attempting to catch up to him. He took your hand in his own, making you stand up from your spot on the loveseat and look at him with shock and worry.

“Azriel? What is—“ you were about to ask him. But he instantly silenced you, reaching up to frame your jaw in his hand as he kissed you.

Nothing else mattered, everything ceased to exist, and you felt your heart bursting.

His lips, soft and yet firm in how he was kissing you, ingested a fire in you as you were still frozen in your spot and in his embrace. The thoughts and daydreams of kissing Azriel were all out the window since this was real, breathing in his cologne and the scent that was etched on his skin and feeling his body temperature mingle with yours. The way he kissed you was both gentle and possessive, maybe he was claiming you as his and at the same time wishing to show his affection to you. Either way, you were filled with love with that simple kiss, filled to the point of almost overflowing, and then some.

Before he could pull away, thinking he made a huge mistake in kissing you in front of all of your closest friends in such a brave declaration, you kissed him back. He heard the others intake a short breath from the gesture, your fingers reaching up to touch the front of his shirt to feel his rapid heartbeat that was threatening to burst out of his body. His mind was on overdrive, not believing what was occurring. You kissed him, and the gentle kiss against his lips unleashed a new sensation deep within him that he never felt for another. Affection, protection, possession, and most importantly love.

He loved you. Cauldron he loved you.

It didn’t occur to either you or Azriel that the rest of the room was watching on bated breath, both in shock and in pure happiness as you two finally pulled away from one another and gazed at each other. The realization of what happened sunk in, but in the best way possible. There was a glow about the two of you, almost like a new shade of emotion over the pair of you like a blanket to shield you from the rest of the world. Azriel smiled, in which you grinned in return as he laced your fingers together and gulped.

“Come with me,” he said, you nodding without you realizing it. He then moved, having you follow him like a puppy as he led the two of you out towards the hallway. Yet he looked over his shoulder at the rest of the group, all of whom were still looking in shock at what happened.

“Thank you for the party,” he said abruptly, and then you two walked into the darkness of the hallway before the faint sound of him winnowing was heard. You both were gone in a second.

Silence was heard in the room, everyone looking at each other. The only sound heard was the fireplace, but it only took a few solid seconds before Cassian gulped down the last of his whiskey and placed the glass on the mantelpiece.

“Fucking finally!” He said in a sigh of relief, the others grinning as Nesta shot up and glided over to her mate, “I swear to the Cauldron, It took too damn long for them to get together!”

“Aren’t they simply lovely together?” Elaine asked with a sweet grin to Lucien, who nodded at his mate in agreement, “They both deserve to be happy together!”

“It was getting them both to realize it that took too long,” Rhsyand snorted as Feyre slapped his arm, “What? It’s true! Cass and I had a running bet on how long it would take for them to get together. Which reminds me, you owe me some money, Cassian!”

“Damnit,” Cassian groaned with a rub of his eyes with his fingers as Nesta grinned in victory.

“Well I am glad they finally realize they are meant to be together,” Nesta said with her smile, “Those two are meant to be. I know they are.”

“To the lovebirds!” Rhsyand announced, raising his glass in the air as the others did as well, “And a life filled with happiness and love for the two souls who deserve it the most out of all of us!”

The group raised their glasses, knowing deep down, that your future together was bright and full.

“Here, for you,”

“Thank you,”

You sat up in the bed, your bare body covered by the bedsheets as Azriel fell back into bed with you with no care of covering himself up while he handed you a plate filled with some fruits and crackers. You were blushing like mad as he played kisses along your skin and shoulders, you giggled as he wrapped you in his arms.

“Are you going to let me eat?” You asked in a teasing tone, though he passed and stared lovingly at you. Just being there, bare and glowing in both bliss and happiness after spending a few hours in pure pleasure and euphoria, it was all life-changing for him. Even with his hair askew and a thin sheet of sweat on him, there was no sign of fatigue on him. He was far too happy, too energetic even, to have another moment without you. After a year of pinning over you and seeing you from an arms’ reach, he would never let you go from now on.

“Are you willing to share?” He teased back, you rolling your eyes as he fed him a few grapes. You loved seeing this side of Azriel, the playful and gentle side that you knew was buried deep down under his tough exterior. But Hours before when he winnowed you both to the House of Wind, pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply, you were unraveling with no sign of resistance. If the kiss in front of the Inner Circle erased your mind, the kisses he gave you when you two alone erased your sanity. He was possessive with his arms around you, his kisses along your neck, and your pulse racing.

No longer were you two just friends, you both knew it.

He flipped your world upside down, it was no simple fuck. No, with Azriel, he was precise in how he brought you pleasure and made you moan his name like a prayer. From the way he undressed your and perched you on the edge of an ottoman at the foot of the bed, to the way he licked your folds with his wicked tongue and made you watch his lips and tongue get your beyond wet just for him. You were on fire, chanting his name and tugging at his locks as his hands were bracing your hips to keep you still, even with your thighs perched on his shoulders and shaking in pleasure and madness.

There was no daydream that you ever had that would compare to the real thing, even when you came in a shout and Azriel grinned against your now sensitive pussy before he ascended to stare at your blissed-out face. He kissed you softly, you trembling against his lips while your orgasm was slowly coming down, but you moaned once again as his fingers sunk into you. It made you realize he was simply warming up, and the night was just getting started.

That night was the best night of your life.

“How long have you liked me?” You asked as he placed the now empty plate away and had you snuggle in his arms, you half on top of him as his fingers were tracing your bare back and along your spine. He grinned at you, scanning your eyes and your messy hair.

“Since the moment Nesta introduced you to me,” He answered, you blushing like mad as he kissed the tip of your nose, “I knew then, even in that smile on yours, that there would be no one else for me in this life.”

“From a smile?” You asked.

“You can tell a lot from a person in how they smile,” Azriel explained, “Those who force a smile are not to be trusted. But those who have a real smile, a kind smile, are those who can depend on in hard times. Your smile entranced me, and I never wished to see another smile since it would never compare to yours,”

“Well, for me, it was when we shook hands,” You explained, reaching over to take his spare hand and lace your fingers together gently and look at the scars along his skin, “Your hands were warm, and you were gentle in shaking my hand. I knew then, because of the warmth I sensed in you and the goodness you had in you.”

Even bathed in the moonlight, bare with no abandon, Azriel’s smile he gave to you was beyond beautiful. Your love for him was shining bright no sign of darkness or blemish, it was making everything else in your life seem dull in comparison. He made you feel loved, not just with the physical pleasure he gave you but the emotional too. You knew he adored you, loved you beyond reason, and you were feeling just the same. He would walk through fire for you, experience pain so you wouldn’t, and there would be no hesitance when It came to bringing you love. All because you loved him for who he was and brought him pure joy.

And as he sat up with you in his lap, guiding his cock into you to make you cling onto him and moan in bliss, you both knew there was no going back as your lives were forever intertwined.

The End

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httpiastri · 4 months

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I HAVE THOUGHTS !!!!!

imagine being paul's girlfriend and since it's winter break you two get to spend more time together. Snuggling with each other, lazy mornings together, no rush, no chaos, just enjoying the little things.

And one day you see Paul playing some video games and you're just looking at the screen, curious about how the game works so you walk towards him and ask him if you could play with him, something Paul is very enthusiastic about and quickly grabs your waist so you could sit on his lap, your hands on the controller and his right on top of yours so he can help you a little ((((imagine the size difference, omg)))), everything is giggles and fun, you can't help but smile when sometimes he slips out a few words in estonian and even if you don't quite understand it yet, you love hearing him so happy.

(that insta story he uploaded not long ago made me think of this, his hair looked so fluffy omg😭 and the beautiful, bright smile as well<333)

you have thoughts!! and i’m very thankful to have been let in on these amazing thoughts!!!!! 🤭 winter break with paul 🫶🫶🫶

spending some good quality time together as the season has been so busy… lazy mornings spent in bed just chatting, twirling his curls between your fingers as he laughs about a story you told, his big warm hands pulling you closer… cozy afternoons spent walking around the city in the snow, or sitting in cute little cafés, fingers intertwined and kisses being pressed to rosy, frozen cheeks… and long nights filled with cuddles, movie-watching, and hushed whispers about the future…

but of course, he also likes to spend some time playing games now that he's finally off. usually, you take the time to do something for yourself when he's playing, but sometimes you get curious and want to watch him play. he's got this new game that you've never seen before, and it looks very complex but also very intriguing, so you walk up to him.

when you ask him all these questions about how to play, what the goal is, what that character does and how to use that special command, he secretly finds it so cute. he's basically melting on the inside. he's just about to ask if you want to try it out, when you shyly ask him "can i play?", and he melts some more. he's so enthusiastic about it, head nodding quickly and hands find your waist instantly. he guides you onto his lap, placing the controller in your hands before letting his hands land on your thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches the screen.

then, when he sees you struggling, he chuckles and places his huge hands on top of yours. he moves your fingers to help you out, guiding you and letting you know what to do, and sharing giggles with you when everything still goes wrong. eventually, you start to get the hang of – but you pretend that you don't, because you want him to keep his hands on yours…

and then, after that day, gaming together becomes a common occurrence. you sit down together, preferably (for you both) in his laps, trying out new games and playing his old favorites. fighting games, teamwork games, farming simulators – anything just to spend time together and stay close. it's also an easy way for you to learn certain estonian terms, especially funny little swearwords that slip out in the middle of his laughter when you both fail a level of a game.

and he notices quite easily when you start getting tired. he placed sweet kisses to the back of your neck, whispering something about how you can go take a nap together, but you shake your head at him. then you hand him the controller, turning around in his lap and telling him to keep playing – before leaning forward, nuzzling your face into his neck and slowly dozing off.

and he has such a hard time focusing on the game when your chest is pressed up against his, with your sweet scent filling his senses and your touch clouding his thoughts. but he loves it, and wishes time could stop and he could just have you in his lap forever. the game isn't as important.

#also… on the subject of him speaking estonian……#i rlly imagine him also saying praises to you in estonian 😭😭#like i mean idk if they sound any good in estonian but like #‘good job’ ‘good girl’ ‘just like that’ ‘perfect’#plus… i guess those terms could come out in another situation too…….. i can think of a few 🤭#okay im gonna stop before i go overboard #asks!#anon!#paul aron #paul thoughts

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yunjinkisses · 5 months

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heyyy!! can i request fluff/angst yunjin x reader?

yunjin is that one touchy ""straight"" girl and reader develops a crush on her, but is too shy to confess

but they both get drunk at a party and end up making out plsplspls 😭 sorry if this too vague

HUH YUNJIN X F READER

whats ahead:drinking,fluff,making out,slight angst,long fanfic,”straight”yunjin,highschool au,reader sometimes calls yunjin jen

enjoy!! + happy new year

i was at my locker putting my things away , and yunjin appeared

“oh hey jen!,i was just putting my things away,we have class together next,i was just about to go get you!”

she put her arms around my waist and hugged me and her head in the crook of my neck

“well i beat you to it loser,come on let’s get to class now!”

she dragged me by the hand , and we got to our class , we always sat next to each other in whatever class we had together

we were talking half the class , the teacher had told us to stop a bunch of times but we just kept talking , he had given up at some point

“oh my god y/n!,there’s a test coming up and i need some help,can you come over to my place and help me ?”

“of course why wouldn’t i? even if it wasn’t a question id still go”

we both smiled at eachother as the bell rang for lunch

“come on y/n - ah!”

she ran and brought me to the lunchroom

we sat down with some of our friends

“hi yunjin!! and hello to you too y/n,god you two are inseparable “

we all laughed a bit

“hey do you all wanna hangout after school? minji and i -“

“ugh i would love to but i cant , the test it soon and i haven’t studied , y/n-ah is gonna help me though!”

“of course,you always forget to study,by the way it’s tomorrow “

the bell rang indicating the end of lunch,we all separated,jen giving me a huge hug behind my back surprising me

end of day

me and yunjin walked to my home with our hands intertwined

we went to my room and sat on my bed , jen got her books out to get ready for the math test

“so what don’t you understand about the material?”

“literally everything”

i giggled softly and took a pencil and started to explain to her the material

i snuck looks at jen while explaining to her what we were learning,i don’t know why , but she looked so pretty,something about her just made me want to stare at her forever,her lips looked so soft too

“hey y/n you okay?”

i seemed to had drifted off into my own thoughts

“y-yeah sorry,got distracted “

she smiled softly

“why don’t we take a break if needed?”

she took my hand and put down the pencil she started to put away her books and papers

“we can just lay down and watch some tv for now,how about that hm?”

“yeah that sounds good”

we lie down cuddling up together, her hand around my waist,i put the tv on , my mind started to wander , jen looked so pretty with and without her glasses,she always looked so gorgeous,why am i thinking about her like this now,her arm around my waist makes me feel butterflies in my stomach,i’ve never felt this before ,we’re always like this

why am i just feeling this?

i look over to yunjin and see her sleeping face , she looked so gorgeous,so peaceful,i smiled and took her glasses off and placed them on the side table , and turned the lights off

“night jen,sleep well”

i cuddled up closer to yunjin smiling brushing a piece of her hair out of her face , god she was so pretty

i soon drifted off to sleep

next day

yunjin had borrowed some of my clothes and we had headed off to school

i was talking to minji about how i thought i had a crush on yunjin

“i knew it! i knew you liked her!”

“but i can’t like her,she’s straight,and she won’t like me back.”

“y/n..have you seen how she acts around you? she’s only that touchy around you..”

“yeah but she’s just friendly she’s said she’s straight before..”

“girl she’s clearly into you..”

“she’s straight..i’m just.. this is too hard..”

“i understand..im sorry y/n , hey chaewon is having a party tonight if you wanna take your mind off it”

“i’m not much of a party person..”

“come on it’ll be fun..”

“i guess..”

yunjin than came up and hugged me from behind making me smile

“how’s my favorite person everrrr?”

“heyy jen!,im doing good!”

“your clothes are sooo comfy,we should have sleepovers more often!”

“jen you can’t just take my clothes!”

“i can and i just did!”

i sighed smiling as she poked my cheek playfully making me giggle

minji coughed interrupting us

“anyways .. i’ll see you two later !”

“bye bye!!”

we both said at the same time

end of the day

i was getting ready for the party with minji at my house

“should i wear this?”

“or this?”

“hmmm first one,suites you better!”

“thanks minji”

“come on tell me what’s on your mind i can tell something is up”

“it’s just..yunjin yknow?”

“gotta take your mind off things,now let’s go have some fun”

“thanks minji..let’s go”

at the party

me and minji ring the doorbell as i brush down my outfit making sure i look okay

chaewon opens up the door greeting us both excitedly

“oh my gosh! y/n you showed up!”

“yeah i usually skip these things but couldn’t skip my friends party!”

i smiled softly at her as we entered her huge house

i went over to the drinks to get my mind off things

some time had past and i had felt a bit drunk

than i felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist , and a head go into the crook of my neck

“how’s my darling!~”

she sounded a bit out of it,but i could care less right now,the nickname had given me butterflies in my stomach

“hey jen,missed you”

“god you look stunning in that outfit~”

“same to you”

we both smiled ,chaewon than came up to us

“hey lovebirds! we’re gonna play truth or dare over in the circle here! come join!”

me and yunjin sat down in the circle next to eachother

chaewon started to explain the rules

“ok so same rules except if you don’t wanna do a dare or answer a truth you have to take a shot !”

everyone seemed to agree to the rules

“i’ll go first , truth or dare minji?”

“hm dare!”

“are you a virgin?”

minji looked away and blushed at the question

“uhm no..”

everyone let out some ooohs

“who was it?”

“that wasn’t the question , so y/n,truth or dare !”

“hmm..dare?”

minji thought about it for a bit

“i dare you to tell someone here who you like!”

“okay i guess”

i went over to minji and told her

“oh come on no fair i already knew!”

a few rounds passed and some people had taken shots , i had taken quite a few , people kept asking me the same questions but i kept drinking

“y/n,truth or dare?”

yunjin spoke up and i thought about it

“uhm i guess dare”

“i dare you to whisper to me who you like”

i went to take a shot and yunjin seemed upset by this

“im sorry jen..i cant”

“but minji gets to know? you’re closer with me than her!”

“jen i just can’t im sorry,if i could i would..”

yunjin started to tear up and walked out the room and went out to the balcony

everyone had seemed to got the hint expect for her

“i think you should tell her ..”

“i can’t you know why..”

“y/n it’s so obvious she likes you back..”

she came back after a bit seemingly to feel better and we continued the game

i was asked the same question again by chaewon

“i dare you to kiss your crush”

they kept trying to get me to kiss yunjin or tell her i liked her,but instead i took a shot,i was really out of it at that point

“o-okay,uhm jen,truth or dare?”

“dare! i wanna do dare!”

“i d-dare you to makeout with your crush whenever you see them!”

i said the last part due to there being no men around at the moment,the men were on the dance floor with other girls and other guys

but instead jen just crawled over to me when i wa talking to minji , and turned my face to hers and kissed me ,my eyes widened , i didn’t hesitate to kiss her back

we made out for a good 3 minutes,when she pulled away the only thing keeping us together was a string of saliva

“i thought you-“

“i only said that because i was afraid of what other people would think..im sorry if you don’t like me back”

i pulled her in for another kiss wrapping my hands around her neck,when we pulled away i just smiled

“hope that answers your question”

everyone cheered and smiled

“it’s about fucking time”

minji spoke and everyone laughed

#kpop gg #yunjinkisses #girl groups #newjeans #huh yunjin smut #le sserafim #le sserafim smut #huh yunjin #yunjin #wlw ns/fw #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin le sserafim #le sserafim yunjin #yunjin smut #nwjns minji #le sserafim chaewon

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heivexl · 7 months

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ABOUT YOU ; L.HS

synopsis ; you dated your ex in middle school, breaking up because he moved different cities. its been 7 years, why were you still thinking about him? going to the beach you two use to hangout at you bumped into someone

warning ; cursing, mentions of sex ig?? lmk if anything else needs to be added!!

pairing ; non-idol!heeseung x fem!reader

a/n ; i need to stop writing exes to lovers, but this ones pretty short. I LOVE THIS SONG SM THOO

‘ It's somewhere I go when I need to remember your face. We get married in our heads, something to do while we try to recall how we met ‘

letting the moon illuminate from your skin as you walked on the beach dragging your feet into the sand. this is where you and your middle school sweetheart had always hung around fantasizing about your future, y’know like getting married, having kids despite being kids yourself, young love stuff. little did you both know what the future had in store.

“so what’d you wanna talk about?”

“y/n im leaving.”

out of habit you laugh playfully nudging him

“youre not getting me this time Hee”

“im serious y/n.”

turning to him you looked to see that in fact he was not joking.

“like forever leaving…?”

“forever leaving”

just sitting silence staring into each others eyes to see what you should say or do next you swear you could hear your heart crack.

his hand found your hand and held it intertwining his fingers in yours. “i hope you know i really do care about you. sure we’re young but you’ll always be in my heart” nodding you smile bitterly “i care about you too.” “lets just sit here and enjoy the moment.”

there you two were, two hopeless romantic middle schools drowning in their thoughts as they imagined their future together drowning too.

“heeseung?”

“hm?”

‘Wait (don't let go) and pretend (don't let go) . Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end’

“promise me something”

“anything”

“dont forget me.”

he laughs making you turn over as he ruined the moment between you too

“as if i could forget about you, ill come back for you yeah? just dont leave this city, ill be back sooner or later”

“promise?”

“promise.”

as stupid as it sounds you kept your promise. you stayed in this small town and never left in fear that the day he that he came back you wouldve already lost. but its stupid. everyone tells you that he probably already forgot about you and has moved on but you believe other wise.

you dont know why but you did.

but tonight something in your stomach was telling you that it wasnt worth the wait anymore that a middle school boy whos probably in bed with someone else shouldn’t keep you from leaving this town that had nothing to give but memories that you were holding onto.

you bumped into someone making you stumble back a bit. a jumbles of ‘sorrys’ were said between you two. the hand reaches out to you which you accept getting up. moving your hair out of your face your eyes meet a pair that look quite alike to the boy youve been waiting for.

“y/n!”

click !

heeseung.

“you remember me?” you asked not being able to hide the fact that you were indeed shocked.

now he was looking at you equally as shocked

“do you think i’ve forgotten…”

he paused tilting his head

“about you…?”

he finished his sentence in a almost whisper tone

“no, no! im just shocked. i’m-“

you scrambled your words

“sorry.” you stop taking a deep breath

“its just been a while you know, im not sure how to react”

‘There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember’

his lips curved up as he let a low chuckle out. you stood in front of him examining his facial features, the ones that stayed and the ones that matured. he was still your heeseung just 22.

“about that…” he looks down at his feet almost ashamed “please don’t think i forgot or didnt wanna come back for you, it was quite the opposite really. i was just in a self conflict wondering if you had moved on and wanted me to leave you alone…you know? it was weird to think that you might have moved on with your life and are happy where you are right now and your middle school boyfriend just came back out of nowhere. it took a bit of courage but i remembered the promise i made you of coming back and…

and i wanted you to know i kept my word to you that i do care for you. a lot,”

‘It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender’

damn.

hearing those words again made you grin as you proved yourself right, that he hadn’t moved it, it wasnt only you who kept that promise from 7 years ago. you could hear your heart beat through your ears normally that would be concerning but right now this was music to your ears

‘I never know what to think about’

“i…

i dont know what to think or say right now.”

he intertwined your hands the same way he did before and smiled at you

‘I think about you so don't let go’

“i will say i think about you all the time,”

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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Kinda a request but also not: I would like to see jealous/possesive!MC bc I've been somewhat lurking in the tags, and I haven't seen any of it besides one person scraping an idea of both Cove and the MC being yanderes for each other. Like I'm insane about Cove, ik I'm not alone 😭.

It would be super interesting to see how a jealous/possessive!MC responds to Baxter during the step 3 prologue when he hits on Cove. 🤭

i can ramble abt this forever n ill prbly end making a part 2 to this lol pls even a few of my first post have a lotta jealous/possessive reader w a light yandere theme since im not completely in the scene but the possessiveness makes my brain churn LOL <333

tags : Suggestive, step 3, slight yandere theme, jealous/possessive reader

synopsis : you might be a bit too possessive with cove. but if he loves it and it sets the record straight, what's the problem?

when baxter starts making subtle flirtatious comments to cove, it makes your head spin

of course you know your boyfriend is attractive!

you've seen the way tourists look at him, and when you were still in school, you heard and saw the way other students ogled and giggled to each other about how cute cove is.

unfortunately, you can't just put a collar on him with your name on it. although a small part of you thinks cove might like it.

so even after baxter gets the idea that you're both taken. (not that it needed to be said with the glare on your face and the way you straighten up, pulling cove into you)

you still go to some lengths to make sure he remembers that

instead of just holding his hand, you'll pull him into your lap of you can, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his shoulder/neck occasionally

and if you're in cove's car after a dinner date, and baxter just happens to walk out of his condo where he can see you stretched over the middle console, tangling your fingers in cove's hair and kissing within an inch of your lives...

well that's just a coincidence <3

and if you're coming back from a trip at the beach that was getting much too steamy with your hand dipping under the leg of cove's swim shorts, and run into baxter on the way back

you won't easily admit that it brings you too much happiness to see cove fidgeting, itching to get away so he can be alone with you, and how baxter's eyes widen a bit at the blooming marks on cove's skin

if you can put the grudge aside enough to hang out with baxter during the "sightseeing" moment, then of course the topic of dating and crushes comes up

baxter smiles when you say that cove has only ever been with you, and vice versa.

of course you note the melancholy look on his face, and you feel like he's being sarcastic. or at least half-hearted in his well wishes

maybe the look on your face is a bit too much on the sour side, but you don't worry about that. "cove and i will certainly spend the rest of our lives together. our souls are intertwined after all."

your smile is a bit sickly sweet, but you move on anyway

I wanna talk a bit abt cove though...

yk how in step 2, if you punch/scare/cuss at jeremy, cove admits that he likes it?

I think he knows and sees how jealous, how possessive you are and feeds into it sometimes

it makes his heart beat (and even turns him on) that you're claiming him in any way

he sees how you pull him into your lap, or how you hold onto his arm, or how you kiss him even more when in front of baxter

he knows that when you ran into baxter, you find too much pleasure in how he squirms. and when you finally get back to his room for a little privacy, you're almost feral with how you touch and kiss him

he sees the way you leer and smirk when baxter walks by you two, and cove flushes because even though he's embarrassed bc baxter definitely saw you making out, he's also a bit... excited by it

it doesn't make sense, and it embarrasses him more just thinking abt it, but it just makes him feel so warm and tingly when you act like this that it overrides his shame <33

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden x mc #yandere #yandere reader

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ YEONJUN as your boyfriend…

▰ word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is very messy & random but :D i hope you don’t hate it ! / these will automatically be idolverse (at least i think) + i intend on writing for ot5 but give me some time & u shall see <3 pls lmk ur thoughts abt this !!

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* so when he realizes you reciprocate love for him in the way he never realized he’d always wanted to be loved, homie is lovestruck !!!!

* you look out for him all the time and you pick up on things he himself doesn’t notice sometimes and you take care of him too and it’s making him go bonkers because sweet heavens he appreciates it infinitely

* for example, he’ll come home exhausted after practice and he messages you or calls you as soon as he’s off

* the idea that he loves to constantly be in contact with you and is great at communicating makes u </3 but anyway

* he’s still on the phone with u as he comes over to see you (bc that’s what u both decided on and he was also feeling hungry and he loves eating late at night with you idk)

* he loves his ramen but he also loves making it together when it’s just u two in the kitchen and you’re talking in hushed voices and you’ll shush each other and giggle and when u guys do eat it’s dead silent bc you’re both set on eating it up

* moving on

* he walks in and is taking off his shoes when he sees you THEN hangs up the phone call with you

* “i ordered some takeout so we can eat with the ramen, junnie—let’s eat up!”

* he literally goes 🥺

* but he’s funny and dramatic so he has to do something with his lip to make it look like he’s sobbing screaming weeping etc

* you’re about to hug him and he goes uh uh uhhh

* “im stinky and sticky, baby :(“

* so you tell him “fine go shower” and of courseeee in response he goes “wow you’re not even going to argue or insist u gave up so easily woww clearly you don’t want my hug”

* GET OUTTTTRR

* of course he takes his shower and afterwards you share a little kiss or two (hundred) and make ur ramen and eat like the richhhhh

* once you’re both done and just scrolling through tiktok and god knows what else he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers and you think for the 18748283818th time that day “im the luckiest person ever”

* in this life ur allowed the luxury of not only being with yj but u get a house/living space and it’s yoursssss anyway #slay

* when u get ready for bed yeonjun just flops on the bed taking his spot

* he already knows the drill

* you turn everything off except for your aroma diffuser light and the tv bc jun mumbles “wait…i wanna watch a movie”

* you toss a blanket over his long body and get underneath your own covers all for him to just cuddle against you

* you give him little massages from what you can reach on his back and arms since you’re basically holding him and he sighs and gives a little peck to where his face meets your skin

* they start becoming wet kisses and you’re laughing bc it’s ticklish and squirming

* the plush of his lips sends vibrations from where he murmurs how much he loves you

* he settles eventually but he’s still rambling and you listen fondly

* you could listen to him talk for hours and hours and forever and ever

* his voice is the greatest thing to bless your ears and you can’t help but smile to yourself with anything he says (now)

* he proclaims his love for u incessantly even though u feel like you’re the one who’s the luckiest and you don’t do much

* when it comes to leaving before work, you might throw in a little note just so that he will literally never not be reminded of ur love for him or one of yours and his favorite snacks and when he finds it at work he makes the biggest deal about it to the point that taehyun has to step up and be like “can you calm down, you do this everyday”

* on days where u get to go to work with him at shows and stuff, u bring a little pillow and a light blanket and wear ur comfiest clothes bc 1) sometimes u help the staff who helps ur bf and the band 2) sometimes ur really just a bed for him to lie on

* the staff treats u nicely with pleasure also bc they love yj and the txties to death

* when it comes to laying down, he loves being ur little spoon, even if he might be much larger than you

* he loves when being held from time to time bc if one could describe his love, the word ‘grand’ could be used — he always gives physical affection always does big gestures of his feelings always communicating always putting himself out there

* yeonjun loves being held though, he loves being shown that he’s loved by you

* like yes he will wrap his arms around you and or pull you in for a hug randomly but god does he basically go up to heaven when you do the same for him !!!!

* cup his face with your hands and he’s done for….

* when things get rough whether you’re there at his work with him or at home, you’re his safe place

* he or one of the guys usually give you a heads up through text but if not, it’s not hard for you to see the reality

* if a show went wrong or someone said something that really got under his skin, he would have to wait a very long time to blow off some steam but once he sees you or hears you that stifled burning hot steam dissipates, fading from the forefront and he’s laughing again bc you’re the funniest person to him just smiling so wide (at the end of the day though he’ll just whisper to you how he felt earlier)

* sometimes he might get very frustrated from either the workload, particular hate comments, or something that offended him or his boys that they can’t address and as strong as he and they are, sometimes he’ll just need to collapse on top of you and you just wrap him up in a bundle and he has his face buried in your neck and usually you’ll feel the wetness of his tears or feel the shudder of a cry wracking his body, you’ve learned to calm him down by massaging his neck and his back muscles all along patterns that his heart winds down to mimic

* you reassure him and listen to him and help him let go of all he’s been holding in and after a while he doesn’t feel as grouchy and sad and he feels even better bc you also ordered him some warm food and ran him a bath

* he babies you all the time so you enjoy babying him in return

* and when it comes to arguments 🥺

* sometimes if there’s a misunderstanding or disagreement (which are usually pretty rare or small), but on the occasion of them being a bit bigger - in which it may affect half to the entire day or the vernal argument itself lasts a bit of time, there is one thing that yeonjun will always do without fail

* on nights like this when you both were unable to actually meet up with the other to get through this little rough conversation until evening and the day has worn down both you and him and you’re still trying to talk through - volume interchanging but never reaching scream levels

* you’re tired and snappy and getting frustrated and he remains persistent in trying to find a place within the argument where you can both compromise (or even just him, he just wants to go to bed with you in his arms on a positive note)

* but when he brings both his hands together like he’s going to pray, he knows that you know that it’s gonna end right there

* you quiet down and let him walk to you, bringing those hands forward to gently reach out to your own

* “wait yn, please,” he sounds exhausted and despite the argument you find yourself touched that he’s still firm in his conscious to never ever take his exhaustion or frustrations out on you

* it’s a brief realization

* “i know you’re not done and i didn’t mean to interrupt you but just please — i just need to hear you say it”

* “say what” it’s genuine, lacking any fire from earlier, even if you both know what he wants

* “please yn please don’t forget that i love you, and please tell me you love me”

* he squeezes your hands a little and it makes you release a sigh in response

* yeonjun just looks into your eyes desperately and how could anyone resist the biggest sweetheart in this universe

* you let his hands go to cup his face with your palms, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones

* “i know you love me, just the way i love you yeonjun” you tell him with a smile and it makes him smile like it’s the last thing he needed to hear before poetic death — he makes relief look that beautiful

* you apologize and he does too, refuting yours, though it’s not particularly for the main core of the argument, it’s about everything else

* you usually take the next day to mend and effectively settle the argument

* he will never not show his love for you — he always has you in his arms and wants you to always be up front with him as he is with you and he would literally do anything for you

* you make him laugh and you do so much for him that he gets emotional sometimes when he talks about you and his mom loves you so much that he likes to plan trips to meet his family and he wants to meet yours

* very much a ‘happy together, together forever’ kind of person :3

#im positively I’ll #down bad #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun imagines

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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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HIIII i have a prompt for u,

have mike get a vecna vision where will dies in his arms. 🤭🤭🤭

this is not a want its a NEED.

im in the mood for angst rn and i love ur art style so...... 😊😊

oh this was a cruel cruel prompt 😈

here's a ficlet that turned into a fic because i combined it with another prompt lol 🫡

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holding hands, while the walls come tumbling down

It starts like this.

The steady yet nervous thump, thump, thump of a heartbeat that Mike can hear as loud as his own. A body nestled right beside him; an artist’s hands, smooth and soft and ever gentle, intertwined with Mike’s; a boy he has known for nearly his entire life and loved in some way for just as long who is here, here, here lying next to him—all Mike’s for the taking, just like Mike is all his.

It’s quiet in the room, save for the soft sound of their breathing. That, too, moves in time with each other—the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they breathe in and out, in and out, in and out.

Mike would stay here forever if he could. And he thinks—no, no, no; he knows, without a shadow of a doubt in his mind and in his heart—that Will feels the same.

Mike has always prided himself on being the type of person to give everything to what he does. Sometimes (oftentimes), everything isn’t enough, but that doesn’t stop him from giving it his all anyways. He’s never been the type of person to do something halfway; no, for Mike, it’s always been a deep dive into whatever it is he’s set his mind out to. An all or nothing kind of deal.

Will’s different from him. That’s something Mike’s known since their very first conversation, when his excitable, overeager “Hi! Do you want to be my friend?” was met with a quieter, shyer, but no less enthusiastic, “Yes; I – I do!” from Will. He’s not the type of first to run headfirst into something, which is probably good for Mike. It probably keeps them both out of trouble. But when Will does commit to something, when he chooses what he wants, when he decides that Yes, yes, yes, this is something I’m willing to fight for, then he’s every bit as passionate as Mike is.

All or nothing.

There’s no turning back for the two of them, and Mike couldn’t care less. This path they’ve stumbled down on is one they’ve been walking down for quite some time now—together, even though they were both a little too blind and far too stubborn to see it. Now that they can finally see each other, now that everything is out in the light, now that Will knows Mike loves him and Mike knows that Will loves him too, there’s no going back from here. They’ve passed the point of no return, and Mike will be damned if they ever go back to what they used to be.

It’s been a longtime coming for the two of them, and as Will nestles closer to Mike’s side, resting his head on Mike’s chest and letting out another soft, content sigh, Mike can’t help but smile.

The world around them might literally be on the brink of ending—constantly shrouded in darkness, plagued by monsters from the Upside Down, cold and always on the brink of another terrifying, disastrous storm that will threaten to rip Hawkins apart—but Mike has never been happier than he is in this moment, here with Will.

“What’re you thinking about?” comes Will’s quiet, sleepy voice, and Mike glances down at his boyfriend (Boyfriend? Right? Is that what we are now?) and meets Will’s gaze. There’s a softness in his eyes, mixed in with the sleepiness that’s not surprising for how late it must be now, as well as a familiar curiosity.

What’s wrong? Will’s expression also seems to say. Are you okay? Was… was this okay?

Mike just smiles, leaning forward and kissing Will, soft and slow. Immediately, the butterflies in his stomach come back to life, more excited and awake than they’ve ever been before today. “Just about how happy I am,” Mike admits, once he’s pulled away. “I… I never really thought this would happen to me… To us.”

The curiosity melts away from Will’s face, morphing into something softer and something a bit hesitant and shy. He pulls away, ever so slightly, and lies on his side, and Mike does the same, so the two of them are looking directly at one another now. The dim glow of the old lamp that’d made it with Mike all these years—somehow surviving the move from his childhood home to Hawkins Lab and making it through the literal apocalypse—shines down on them, illuminating Will’s face just enough for Mike to see him clearly.

Beautiful is the only word that comes to Mike’s mind.

“I never thought this would happen either,” Will whispers back. There’s a smile tugging at his lips, small and a bit shy, and he reaches forward, tucking some of Mike’s hair back behind his ears. “Part of me thinks I’m just… gonna wake up, and this is all going to have been a dream. Or worse. A trance.”

“Pretty sure it’s not a dream,” Mike says with a laugh, and just for good measure, he kisses Will again, relishing in the way Will’s face immediately brightens. “Or a trance. Unless we’re… both dreaming. Or stuck in a trance.”

“Stranger things have happened to us,” Will points out, just to be difficult.

Mike rolls his eyes, before pulling Will close to him and kissing him again, slower this time and with more intention. Will moves easily in his embrace, following where Mike leads the two of them until their bodies are flush against each other again, filling Mike with that familiar sense of warmth and giddiness. And because it’s Will and because he wants this as much as Mike does, and because they’re both the type of people to go all in—all or nothing—Will kisses him back without any hesitation, his tongue exploring Mike’s mouth like this is the first and last time they’ll ever get to do this and his hands carding through Mike’s hair to pull him close, close, close but not close enough.

“I love you,” Mike breathes. The words come naturally, and though they’ve gone unspoken all night, Mike knows they haven’t gone unsaid. Every single kiss and every single glance and every single touch shared between the two of them has been a whisper of those three words over and over and over again: I love you, I love you, I love you.

And there’s not a single doubt in Mike’s mind that he means it.

A smile forms on Will’s face as he leans away, resting his forehead against Mike’s own. He looks absolutely radiant like this, face illuminated by the soft glow of that old lamp, smile stretching from ear to ear, eyes sparkling with a warmth that screams back to Mike, I love you, I love you, I love you, with just as much enthusiasm and excitement that Mike feels in his own heart.

“I love you too,” Will whispers back, and he reaches forward, cupping Mike’s face gently. “I love you so much.”

Then, without another word, Will closes the space between the two of them once more.

Mike wakes the next morning to the sound of screaming.

The sound startles him right out of whatever dream he’d been having, and Mike flinches sharply, sitting up and looking around the room. His heart pounds inside his chest, and an unsettled, terrified feeling grows inside his stomach as everything inside him switches from a sleepy, even idyllic state to DANGER, DANGER, DANGER mode in a matter of seconds.

Save for the dim light of his desk lamp, the room is relatively dark, and there’s no one else in the room except for Mike and—

And Will.

There’s a terrified look on Will’s face, and much like Mike, he’s looking around the room, eyes darting back and forth nervously like he has no idea where he is or what’s real or whether or not they’re safe. He’s trembling too, hands clenched tightly around Mike’s old blanket, and he seems like he’s just another few moments away from a complete breakdown.

And instantly, Mike’s mind switches from the DANGER, DANGER, DANGER mode to his Will needs me mode.

“Hey,” Mike whispers, scooting close to Will and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Will immediately flinches, startled by the touch, and Mike winces, running his hand up and down Will’s army gently. “Hey, it’s just me, Will. You’re okay. You’re okay. It was just a dream. Whatever you saw… it’s not real.”

That promise – it’s not a new one. After all, the last two-and-a-half years have been full of sleepless nights brought on by otherworldly nightmares. Nobody has been spared from them, but of everyone in the Party, Will has probably suffered the most, thanks to his deeper connection to One. These nightmares are nothing new, and yet, every single time Will suffers from one of them, it feels like a knife in Mike’s heart.

He can’t make the nightmares go away, but he can be there for Will. He can sit with Will until the darkness fades away, back into a vague memory, and he can hold Will and make promises that It’ll be okay; you’ll be okay; I’m not going anywhere; we’ll get through this. That’s really all Mike can do, and so God damn it, that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

Usually, it helps. It takes time, but usually, Will is receptive to the comfort, always leaning in close and allowing Mike to hold him until the terror subsides.

But for some reason, this time, Will isn’t so receptive.

It takes a moment, but out of nowhere, Will pushes Mike away, that terrified look still remaining on his face. He’s even paler than he was just a second ago, causing confusion to grow in Mike’s heart and mind. Before Mike can say anything though, Will whispers, “Mike… we have to go. Now.”

There’s an urgency in his voice unlike anything Mike has ever heard before, and that, coupled with the look of pure fear in Will’s eyes, is enough for Mike to understand exactly what’s going on, even before Will says anything about it. After all, there’s only one thing that would scare Will this much, and really, it’s just their shared, awful luck that this would happen today of all days.

They just got together—finally, after years and years of dancing around each other and hiding from themselves and one another and never fully knowing if their feelings would be reciprocated. They just crossed that line from just friends into something more, and now…

Now, the world is actually, quite literally about to end. Now, the two of them stand on the precipice of something that could change everything and could ultimately decide the fate of the rest of the world. Now, the past five years of having their lives uprooted by the Upside Down will come to an end, one way or another.

Mike swallows the lump in the back of his throat, and he turns, meeting Will’s eyes. “It’s him, isn’t it?” he asks quietly, though he already knows the answer.

A grim expression forms on Will’s face, and he takes another slow, shuddered breath, before nodding. “Yeah,” Will whispers back. “It’s him. One’s back, and we… we have to go. Now.”

The words before it’s too late hang on the end of Will’s sentence—unspoken, but not unsaid. He doesn’t have to say anything else or give any other details. Not yet at least. Those will come in time, as soon as they wake up the others and fill them in on what’s happening. But for right now, just between the two of them, all that Will has said is enough.

And Mike gets the awful feeling that… that one way or another, today is going to be the end.

“Okay,” Mike whispers. He takes a deep breath. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then, a bit more confident, “We’ll go wake the others up, and we’ll put an end to this. It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Those words aren’t ones that he has any business promising, and both of them know it. Still, Will’s shoulders do relax just a little bit, and he scoots close to Mike once more, taking Mike’s hand in his own. “It’s going to be okay,” Will echoes faintly. “We’ll make it through this.”

There’s a slight tremble in his voice, like he doesn’t know if he believes those words, and truthfully, Mike doesn’t know if he does either. But he forces himself to smile anyways and leans forward, kissing Will’s forehead. “Whatever happens today,” Mike says, his voice quiet, “I want you to know I love you.”

For a moment, it’s quiet in the room—the only sound the faint inhale and exhale from Will and from Mike himself. Then, in a voice that’s impossibly soft but still full of so much certainty, Will replies, “I know… and I love you too. Always.”

He glances back up at Mike with a bittersweet look in his eyes. The words are true, and Mike has no doubt about that in his mind… But both of them know that the words are a bit of a goodbye too—the last chance they might get to say things like this to one another, in case today doesn’t go the way any of them plan for it to.

Best case scenario?

El manages to defeat One. None of their friends or family die. Hawkins and the rest of the world are saved. Somehow, some way, they figure out how to go back to being normal, stupid teenagers, and they put all of this behind them.

Worst case scenario?

Well… Mike doesn’t really want to think about that. Best not to deal in what ifs and best not to let himself become too terrified of the outcome. What matters most is right now and finding the others, so they can actually stand a fighting chance.

What comes later will come later.

“Always,” Mike echoes, just as soft as Will, and because he can—he can now—he leans forward and steals a quick kiss. “Come on. We should go wake the others.”

Downtown Hawkins is a complete wreck.

There’s no other way to describe it. This place has been a ghost town for over two years now, run down and battered and destroyed by the monsters that come up out of the rifts from the Upside Down. That’s no surprise at all, but what is a surprise is just how quickly a ghost town can become a battlefield.

There are monsters everywhere, and large, black vines sprout up from the middle of the town—what used to be the library but has been a massive gate leading to the Upside Down since March 1986. The monsters just keep on coming, hundreds of them crawling, flying, stumbling out of the gate with roars and snarls so loud it’s a miracle Mike’s eardrums don’t burst.

The Party—which now unfortunately includes more than just the close friends Mike’s known since his childhood—has been training for this the entire time. Over three years of preparation have led them to this moment, but even all that time spent training and learning how to fight and how not to immediately die in battle can only get them so far. There’s only a small handful of them, and there are hundreds of monsters.

If El can’t beat One, then there’s no way this doesn’t end with every single last one of them dead at the hands of some twisted, demo-creature.

Still, Mike keeps fighting, operating on nothing but pure adrenaline now. There’s definitely a nasty cut and a bump on his head from a tussle with some mutated demodog of sorts, but Mike barely pays any attention to that. All he can do is keep fighting, shooting down demo-creature after creature and praying to whatever fucking deity may or may not be listening that he doesn’t run out of bullets before this is all said and done.

He’s long since lost track of nearly all the other Party members. El’s off somewhere fighting One. Lucas and Dustin are nowhere to be found but hopefully still alive and hopefully with someone else in their little group. The only person Mike’s managed to keep an eye on this whole time has been Will—and only because he and Will refuse to leave one another’s side. They’ve spent the better part of this battle fighting back-to-back with one another, barrages of well-aimed bullets flying out from their rifles and into the bodies of the monsters threatening to rip them into shreds.

If this is how it ends, then all Mike knows is that he wants to be close to Will.

The battle feels like it goes on forever—or at least long enough that the adrenaline begins to wear off, and the rifle in Mike’s hands begins to feel too heavy, and his limbs start to feel like they’re made out of jello. The exhaustion settles in, but there’s no time for that. Not when monster after monster keeps coming through the massive gate by the old library. So, despite the fact that everything begins to become a blur around him and it feels a bit like Mike is swimming underwater, trying his damnedest just to stay afloat, Mike keeps going and going and going in this hazy state until—

Until a scream pulls him right out of the haze.

That scream is the gravity that takes Mike’s hand and pulls, pulls, pulls until Mike is crashing back down to earth in a crumpled heap. Suddenly, Mike feels more awake and more attuned to his surroundings and filled with a newfound strength that wasn’t there before.

It comes too little, too late though.

Because as Mike turns around, looking in the direction that the scream had just come from, he feels his heart drop all the way to the bottom of his stomach. Pure panic and terror settle into his heart and mind, replacing the exhaustion from before, and in an instant, it’s like everything within Mike has been reoriented, only able to focus on one thing.

On one person.

“Will!”

The scream tears itself from Mike’s throat, and before he can even process it, Mike is sprinting to where his boyfriend now lies on the ground, bright red blood pooling around him. The two of them must’ve gotten separated only moments ago, because Will’s a few feet away from him, and there’s a whimpering, half-dead demo-creature lying halfway between the two of them. The blood from the creature flows down the street, joining the pool of Will’s blood, and Mike fights the urge to gag as he throws himself down onto the pavement beside him.

The battle rages on all around the two of them, monstrous roars still echoing in the streets of their hometown—the horrific soundtrack to what is easily the worst moment of Mike’s life.

Because up close, it becomes even more clear just how bad Will’s injuries are. What’s left of his shirt is soaked in blood, and the tattered remains of the shirt barely cover the open wounds in Will’s chest and stomach. Every single breath he takes is labored and trembling, and already, his eyes have become glassy and distant.

He’s dying.

Will is dying, and if Mike doesn’t do anything about it, he’s going to lose him, he’s going to lose Will, oh God, he’s going to lose Will, oh God, oh God, oh God—

“M-Mike?”

It’s Will’s wheezy, strained voice that snaps Mike out of the panic, and Mike flinches sharply, looking down at his boyfriend. Will’s eyes flutter open and closed, open and closed, and he struggles to keep them open as he looks up at Mike. He’s even paler than he was just mere moments again.

He’s fading. Quickly. Faster than Mike can even keep up with, let alone do something about.

Will is dying.

And Mike is going to lose him.

“J-just hold on, Will,” Mike manages to say, except that it comes out as more of a hoarse croak. His own chest feels tight, like someone is squeezing all the air right out from his lungs, and Mike chokes back a sob, weakly reaching for Will and pulling him into his arms. “Just hold on, okay? Okay, just hold on; you’re going to be okay; just hold on—HELP! Someone please! HELP! HELP US!”

Somehow, there’s no one around. Nobody can hear the strangled, desperate screams that are coming out of Mike’s mouth; nobody is around to see him sobbing and hugging Will tighter, as if somehow holding on to him will keep him here and keep him alive. Not even the demo-creatures, who were just surrounding them and threatening their lives, are around.

It’s just Mike and Will here.

Nobody is coming to help them.

Will is dying.

And Mike is going to lose him.

“I’m sorry,” Mike gasps, looking back down at Will through the blurry tears in his eyes. “Will, I… I don’t think… I don’t know if—”

“Shh,” Will whispers, and he reaches up weakly, placing a trembling hand on Mike’s cheek. Somehow, he manages a smile, though his lips and teeth are stained red with blood. “Shh… Mike… ‘s okay… ‘s okay.”

Every single word out of his mouth sounds strained, as if it hurts to say anything, and Mike bites back a sob, holding Will closer. “It’s not okay,” he whispers back, shaking his head. “I – I don’t… I don’t want to lose you, Will. You can’t go; please, you can’t—”

Again, Will offers him a smile, and he runs his thumb carefully, gently across Mike’s cheek. “You… you’ll be okay,” he murmurs and takes another quiet, labored breath. Then: “I… I’m glad you’re… here with me.”

The words feel like a knife in Mike’s already wounded heart, twisting deeper and deeper and delivering the final blow. That familiar feeling of desperation crawls back up to the surface as Mike tries to think of something—anything—he can do to save Will. There has to be something that can be done, some way to save Will, some solution that will keep them from the ending they’re quickly approaching.

But without anyone nearby, there’s nothing that can be done. There’s no solution, no way to save Will at this point, nothing that Mike can do.

Nothing except for sit here and stay with Will until the very end.

So, that’s exactly what Mike does.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mike promises softly, and he tilts his head, pressing a kiss against Will’s palm. The tears won’t stop now; they just keep coming and coming, dripping down Mike’s cheeks and onto the bloody ground. “I’ll stay here with you, Will… until… until…”

His voice trails off, dissolving into another sob, but Will gets exactly what Mike is trying to say. He always does, and though he looks exhausted and barely able to hold on any longer, Will smiles up at Mike and takes his other hand, interlacing their fingers.

Time, the strange thing that it is, seems to slow down around them. It’s as if Mike is having an out-of-body experience, watching all this happen in slow motion around them—a mere observer to the worst moment of his life and the end of Will’s.

“I love you,” Will murmurs, breathless and barely audible now.

“I love you too,” Mike whispers back, and he squeezes Will’s hand tightly, afraid to let go. The world shrinks and shrinks and shrinks until it’s just the two of them, frozen in this slow motion reality, and he watches as Will’s eyes flutter open and closed, open and closed, open… and closed.

He doesn’t open his eyes again.

And Mike’s world comes crashing down.

All at once, it’s as if the dam has burst, and another desperate, broken sob rips itself from Mike’s throat: “Will!”

Whatever sense of peace or at least acceptance that he might have found lulled into during Will’s last moments has all but disappeared now—replaced by a gut-wrenching, all-consuming, grief that washes over him like a flood. The rest of the world still feels far away, as if nothing else in the world matters but Will, Will, Will.

Will is gone.

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s lying here and is dead in Mike’s arms, he isn’t breathing anymore, and his blood is all over the ground and all over Mike, and he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone—

“I’m sorry,” Mike whispers brokenly, and he holds onto Will’s lifeless body, rocking back and forth in some desperate attempt to wake him up or to do something, anything, to fix this. “P-please come back, Will; please, please, please don’t go, please come back, don’t leave me, please don’t go, please, Will, please come back, please, Will—”

Time passes in its ever strange, inconsistent movement. It’s hard something that Mike can’t keep track of—not when his focus is solely on Will.

But then, out of nowhere, something pulls Mike’s focus away from Will.

The air grows colder around the two of them; a pervasive, terrifying feeling of evil and darkness settles over downtown Hawkins. It’s familiar but jarring all at once, and Mike can’t help but shudder, holding Will’s body closer to his own. Slowly but surely, reality begins to settle back in, trickling in little by little through the cracks of Mike’s broken heart and mind.

The world around him is eerily quiet and terrifyingly still. Unlike the battlefield from before, downtown Hawkins has once again been reduced to nothing but a near silent ghost town. Gone are the vicious snarls and growls of monsters. Gone is the sound of bullets ricocheting through the air. Gone are the screams and furious cries of his friends and family.

In place of all of that is the simple sound of footsteps approaching him.

The footsteps are quickly approaching. Each step taken is one made with intention, and the movement brings that pervasive feeling of darkness closer and closer to Mike until the air around him feels near suffocating. All the while, Mike’s heart pounds in a nervous thumpthumpthump as the realization settles back in.

The battle is over.

There is no one left—no one but Mike.

All of his family, his friends, Will… they’re all gone.

And One has done it. He’s finally succeeded.

This is it.

This is the end.

As the footsteps approach, Mike takes a deep breath, and he leans down, pressing one last kiss to Will’s forehead. If this is it, if this is the end, if somehow Mike is the last person left of the Party, then he won’t go down without a fight. It doesn’t matter how futile it is. Mike has to at least try.

So, he gathers up all the courage left inside of him, and Mike lifts his head, daring to look One in the eye.

Icy blue eyes meet Mike’s own for the first time as something akin to a smile forms on One’s face. He looks pleased—amused even—and stops, just a few feet away from Mike and Will. “Michael Wheeler,” One says, voice low and gravelly, “we meet at last.”

Mike swallows the lump in his throat, doing the best to ignore the way his stomach is twisted into knots. It feels impossible—that he would be the last person standing here after all this fighting and bloodshed. Mike’s never been much of a hero, and God knows that he barely stands a fighting chance against One.

Still, his friends died trying to fight One and the monsters of the Upside Down. Will died trying to fight One and the monsters of the Upside Down. And if Mike is going to die too, then… so be it.

“Rot in hell,” Mike spits, his own voice full of venom. His rifle’s long since gone, tossed aside somewhere in the desperation to save Will, so all he’s got left to fight with now are his words. Those will just have to do.

One just chuckles and takes another step towards Mike, gesturing to the ruins of downtown Hawkins. “Look around you, Michael,” he says coldly, and against his own better judgment, Mike does so, his breath hitching as he takes in the carnage from the battle. “Do you see what I have done? Do you see what I am capable of? Do you see how futile fighting back is?”

Suddenly, it feels as though some invisible force is wrapped around Mike, and it pulls him all the way to his feet with a terrified yelp. The force squeezes him so tightly Mike feels like he can barely breathe, and it brings him forward until Mike finds himself barely inches away from One.

Another twisted smile forms on One’s face. He reaches forward, running his large, clawed hand down Mike’s cheek, and whispers, “You’re going to send a message for me, Michael Wheeler.”

Barely a moment after the words have left his mouth, the visions begin.

The visions are familiar—some moments that Mike has lived through and seen with his own two eyes and others that he’s only heard about from his friends and family. They flash across his eyes at dizzying, overwhelming speeds, one right after another after another.

At first, the visions are moments from today. Glimpses of the battle they all have just fought and lost, the screams of his friends and family, the snarls and growls of hundreds of demo-creatures coming out from the gates. But then, the visions work their way backwards, moving through moments in time from patrols over these past two years, Upside Down storms that began to cover Hawkins, and sporadic monster attacks that they almost didn’t survive.

The day at the meadow flashes through Mike’s line of sight too, before it quickly melts away into memories not belonging to himself. A jarring CRACK resonates through his mind as he watches Max’s bones snap and sees the gates ripping across all of Hawkins during that spring. Then, even before that, he sees Eddie’s death, sees his friends fighting for their lives against demobats and against vines, sees El and Max struggling against One’s power over them.

Suddenly, it’s the summer before, with the Mind Flayer and the Flayed and Billy. Starcourt Mall, going up in flames as the Mind Flayer’s fleshy form towered over and chased all of them. Black tendrils tracing up and down Billy’s face as an otherworldly horror controlled his actions. Will’s haunted whisper that the Mind Flayer was back, that this wasn’t over, that they still hadn’t escaped this.

Then, it’s the fall before that. The tunnels and the massive gate to the Upside Down. The night at the lab, with demodogs tearing through flesh and bone and with people screaming and crying for help. The Mind Flayer’s shadowy form, descending on Will, choking him, filling him up, and taking over his mind and body.

Finally, the visions end with that very first fall. The demogorgon, feasting on Brenner’s men at Hawkins Middle School. Hopper and Joyce finding Will in Upside Down. Will hiding and running for his life in the Upside Down, all alone with no one to help him. Barb screaming for help as the demogorgon rips her to shreds, and then—

Will.

Riding his bike through Hawkins, that very first night when this all began.

“Tell Will,” One’s voice whispers into the silence of Will’s bike ride through Hawkins, “that I am coming. The end is near, Michael. And there is nothing any of you can do to stop what I have been planning all along.”

One last vision flickers across Mike’s line of sight.

A memory that he still remembers, clear as day.

“It was a seven,” Will’s twelve year-old self says to Mike’s own younger self.

“Huh?”

“The roll,” Will explains. “It was a seven. The demogorgon – it got me. Well, see you tomorrow!”

And just like that, Will’s younger self rides away, leaving Mike’s younger self standing just outside his garage.

Mike watches as the garage light flickers above his younger self.

Then, in the next instant, he finds himself falling into the darkness.

The darkness seems to last for an eternity.

There’s an inky black void surrounding him as Mike falls, and he can’t help but scream, reaching out for something, anything to pull himself back up. But there’s absolutely nothing there to hold onto, so Mike just continues to fall and fall and fall, further and further into the darkness.

Then, suddenly, the darkness dissipates. The fog clears just a little bit, enough for Mike to hear someone call out his name: “MIKE!”

Will?

“MIKE!” the person—that’s Will, it has to be Will—calls again, more desperate this time, and Mike reaches back up, trying to grasp onto anything that will pull him out of the darkness. The way out seems just a little bit closer now, getting easier to reach out to as Will calls his name again, “MIKE! MIKE! MI—”

And with a gasp, Mike opens his eyes.

Light floods his line of sight, replacing the never-ending darkness at an overwhelmingly fast pace. Mike’s mind feels like it’s racing at a million miles an hour, and his heart is pounding inside his chest, so hard that it almost hurts to breathe. All the while, the room spins around and around and around and around and—

Suddenly, Mike’s knees buckle, nearly sending him crashing to the ground. Fortunately, someone—Will—is there to catch him, and though the two of them both stumble, Will manages to break his fall. “Mike?” he asks, voice full of concern. “Mike, hey, are you okay?”

There are tears in Will’s eyes, and his face looks blotchy, like he’s been crying. Still, even with the worry written all over his expression, there’s relief there too, and Mike takes a shuddered breath, choosing to focus on Will.

Will’s here. Will’s here, and he – he’s alive. He’s alive. Mike didn’t lose him. He’s not dead. Will isn’t dead.

Which means…

That entire battle must have been a vision from One. An opportunity for One to pass along a message that he’d been waiting to send. And… a warning for what’s still to come.

“Shit,” Mike whispers. “Shit. Will, we have to – he… One… I—”

“Hey, just take a deep breath,” Will says worriedly, and he hesitates, before reaching for Mike’s hand. “Just breathe, okay? Mike, you – you were in that trance for a while. We couldn’t snap you out of it, and I… I thought I was going to lose you.”

Will’s voice breaks on those last few words, breaking Mike’s heart with it. “I’m still here,” Mike reassures, reaching up and cupping Will’s cheek as gently as he can. “I’m still here, Will.”

A bright rosy blush spreads across Will’s face as his eyes widen and glance at Mike’s hand. “I know you are,” he replies quietly, “but I… I still could’ve lost you. I – I mean… we all could have.”

The memories of seeing Will’s mangled body on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood, come back to the forefront of Mike’s mind, and he can’t help but shudder. Without giving it another thought, he wraps his arms around Will, hugging him as tight as he possibly can.

Mike… he still has no idea how much of the past two days have actually been part of his vision from One versus how much was real. There’s no doubt in his mind that the battle itself and his encounter with One were all a result of being held in a trance, but as for… as for everything that came before that—confessing his love for Will and learning about Will’s feelings in return—Mike isn’t honestly sure.

There’s a part of him that thinks… maybe that stuff was just too good to be true. Maybe Mike did make that all up in his mind, or maybe it was just a trick from One, designed to taunt him before delivering the final blow. Maybe what happened with Will the night before that battle was nothing more than just a dream.

Mike swallows the lump in his throat, and he tries not to think about that as Will hugs him tighter and buries his head in Mike’s shoulder. “I’m still here,” Mike repeats, softer now than before. “We’re both still here… We’re not going to lose each other, Will.”

“The end is near, Michael,” One’s voice echoes through his mind—the cruel threat solidified in his mind now as a promise. This isn’t over. What Mike saw in his vision… it may very well come to pass.

And just like Will once said to him, One isn’t going to stop until he takes everything and everyone.

“And there is nothing any of you can do to stop what I have been planning all along,” One had told him, as the visions of Will leaving Mike’s house on that fateful night had played out for him like a twisted home video.

More importantly, One isn’t going to stop until takes Will.

Mike can’t let that happen. He can’t lose Will.

Will takes a shaky breath of his own, and he pulls away, just enough for the two of them to look at each other, and offers Mike a tiny smile. “We won’t,” he agrees softly. He hesitates, then carefully lifts his hand, resting it against Mike’s cheek. “Are you… are you okay?”

Will’s hand is warm against Mike’s face, and his touch feels like electricity. There’s something so genuine and so tender about the way that he’s looking at Mike and the way he gently runs his thumb across Mike’s cheek, over and over again. He’s here—warm and firm and solid, close enough that Mike is able to take his hand and hold on and never let go.

Will’s here. He’s okay. He’s safe.

And for now, that’s all that matters.

So, even in spite of One’s haunting message and the visions from their past and the warnings of the future, Mike finds the ability to smile. He reaches up, putting his hand over Will’s, and he nods. “I’m okay. You’re here, so… I’m okay.”

Those words cause Will’s face to turn an even brighter shade of red, but he smiles regardless, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against Mike’s own. He takes Mike’s other free hand in his own and doesn’t say anything else—not that Mike needs him to. They’ve always been able to communicate without words, and this time is no different.

Sure, the future might be bleak, and there’s no telling whether One’s visions will come to pass, even in spite of their best efforts to fight back. But right here, right now, he and Will are together. They’re both safe, and they’re both here.

All they can do is take this moment for what it's worth and hold onto each other while they still can.

And for now, it ends in very much the same way that Mike thinks it began.

The steady yet nervous thump, thump, thump of a heartbeat that Mike can hear as loud as his own. A body nestled close beside him; an artist’s hands, smooth and soft and ever gentle, intertwined with Mike’s; a boy he has known for nearly his entire life and loved in some way for just as long who is here, here, here right in front—all Mike’s for the taking, just like Mike is all his.

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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hiii can u write a fluff where eric and the reader a rewatching their fav movie and while watching the movie eric realizes how much he loves the reader and confesses <3

love story like a movie

eric x reader (request, thank u lovely anon :D)

genre: friends to lovers (my personal favorite), fluff, feelings realization, getting together, kissing, simply romance notes: imma be honest, i think i got carried away with this request because i simply love it so much, it's such a cute idea im forever thankful!!! i hope you like this, anon! word count: 0.9k

“i couldn’t find the butter.”

you looked up. eric was standing at the doorway, dressed in a comfy hoodie while holding a bowl of popcorn.

“uh…” you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, “i forgot to buy more.”

“seriously?” he whined as he plopped onto the bed next to you. he took a bite and eyed you. “the popcorn’s bland now.”

“ay,” you glared. “it’s perfectly fine, don’t be dramatic.”

eric simply stuck his tongue out at you.

“so,” he turned to you with an excited expression. “what movie are we watching this time, dear best friend?”

you brightened and grabbed the TV remote. “i know exactly,” you explained, turning it on. “remember that one movie that we used to always make fun of because of how cheesy the romance was?”

he stared at you clueless for a brief second before his mouth opened into a wide O. “that one? yeah actually, let’s watch it!" he exclaimed, making you flinch from his volume. "it’ll be so fun.”

“going to make jokes about it again?” you teased.

“you know me so well,” he sarcastically replied, nudging you by the shoulder with a wide smile. when you started the show, it became quiet between the two of you.

well, it was quiet until the couple decided to hold hands, intertwining their fingers tightly. you giggled at the scene.

“they’re literally holding hands because they’re on an elevator,” you joked. “that’s so random!"

eric only laughed without a comment. he turned down to glance at his own hands. and for some reason, he wondered how yours would fit against his. he quickly shook his head aggressively, his cheeks feeling hot for some reason.

“oh my god,” you laughed even more. “they’re even hugging! isn’t that a bit much since they literally saw each other the day before?”

eric was quiet this time.

you peeked at him, “eric?”

“hm?” he looked distracted. “oh! y-yeah, yeah.” his eyes were wide as he stared at the screen with mixed feelings. hugging you was a normal occurrence. you two have been friends for years after all. but for some reason… he wanted more. he wanted to cuddle you when days were cold and he wanted to hold you when you were sad.

he mentally slapped himself. i can’t be thinking that, we’re literally just friends.

you quickly noticed the change in his mood and you turned to him, letting the movie play in the background. you leaned your head against his shoulder peering up at him through your eyelashes.

“eric,” you poked his leg. “you okay?”

he took in a sharp breath when he turned to look at you. he had just noticed how close you were. and for a short second, his eyes wandered over to your lips. he wondered at that moment, how they would feel against his own li-

what?

“yes,” he breathed out, oddly breathless. “i’m fine, just a bit tired.”

you frowned, “we can stop if you want.”

“no, no,” he shook his head. “i want to spend time with you.”

“oh,” you simply said. you were surprised at his response and for an odd reason, your heart was thumping too. “okay.”

after a while, the two of you watched the movie in silence. the last time you guys watched this movie, the room was filled with laughter and jokes. now, there was some sort of tension.

you gasped suddenly, grabbing eric’s arm, making him jump. “they’re kissing! how bad can this movie get?”

it was then that eric realized it. after all this time, this platonic relationship that he thought was not platonic at all. eric likes you. he likes you as more than a friend. he thought about the times when you would take care of him when he was sick and how his face would get warm. it wasn’t from the fever. or he thought about the time when you once fell asleep on his shoulder and he never felt more at home.

“i don’t think it’s all that bad,” he blurted out, his cheeks turning red.

you paused the movie in disbelief, “what?”

“i- i mean,” he laughed nervously. “i need to get something off my chest, y/n.”

you were silent.

he took in a deep breath and took your hand in his, playing with your fingers with anxiousness.

“i think i…” he blushed. “i think i like you.”

…

“oh,” you stared at him, tilting your head. “i like you too.”

his hand tightened on yours, “i mean i don’t just like you. i mean that i like you as more than a friend. all those things they do in that movie… i want to do with you and i’m just realizing that.” when he noticed your silence, he panicked. “y-you don’t have to like me back! i just wanted to-”

what he didn’t expect was for you to lean up and press a kiss right on his lips. he immediately froze, his mouth dropping open as he looked at you with utter surprise.

“w-what was that for?” he touched his lips gently as if to test if this was a dream or not.

“i already said it before, but you ignored me,” you pouted. “i said that i like you too.”

the two of you stared at each other for a while before bursting out into laughter. eric’s smile was so, so charming as he looked at you with soft eyes.

“i’m an idiot then,” he muttered.

“you really are,” you glared. “took you a while to realize.”

you pressed play on the movie. and of course, the next scene was of them kissing again.

“should we copy what they’re doing?” you asked, turning to him with a shy smile. “come and kiss me more.”

“of course,” he smirked, leaning in to press more kisses to your lips and cheeks. oh, how he loved this movie. he could kiss you forever now.

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #tbz imagines #tbz fluff #eric sohn x reader #eric sohn fluff #drabbles 💞#requests 💞

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nonbinarypirat · 5 months

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Hiii I love your Iruma-kun analyses!! And since you're open to questions I wanted to ask, what do you think about Kirio and his relationship with Iruma and his ambitions?

damn, i knew someone would ask this LOL. im going to try my hardest to answer this but full disclosure, i have autism and for me, kiriro is a very difficult character to understand because of his morals (or lack there of?) and personality. For me, it's hard to understand people/characters that don't seem to be fully truthful. He's not a fav of mine (im sorry, i know people like him but i can't fully get into him at this moment. maybe if we see him interact more with baal's group.). So i'll try my best! (also i hope yall are ok with frequent posting, i am currently on winter break from college so i have nothing better to do but hyperfixate on this series lol)

Okay, so I think kirio is deeply in love and lust with iruma. I think it's farily obvious he is deeply interested in seeing iruma's "look of despair" in a attracted way, the manga calls him out for being a pervert about it. For Kiriro, Iruma is one of the first characters (besides his childhood friend of course) to ever really be nice to him. He was a friend to him and even if he wasn't being fully truthful with Iruma (like about his true motivations to getting rid of ranks) he did trust iruma with deeply personal information about himself. I think from there is where the obessesion began. Because then, he started to seeing them as kindred spirits who (similarly) went through deeply traumatic experiences in their childhoods, weaker than most, and similar personalities. For the first time, it was like he was being seen by someone (outside of baal). And I think he grew unheathilty attached to that idea of having someone so like him.

That's why I think wanting Iruma see his friends die in front of him was such a big deal for Kiriro. I said this in a different post, but the six fingers operate under the belief that people will all fall to their more primitive selves with the right push. And i think Kiriro wanted that from iruma. he wanted somone even more like him, so deeply intertwined with his experiences. Kiriro's childhood can not be understated, that shit was fucked up. And in turn that fucked him up. Not to say that he couldn't have become the way he is now without his childhood (yes i know, nature vs nurture), but I think the trauma plays a major role in this. He experienced something his brain wasn't able to understand at the time (friend being really heartbroken about the necklace + blaming himself) and according to him, THAT was when he started to long for despair. From there, he wanted another person he perceives as like him to also experience something fucked up so they'll cast away morals too, there by solidifying Iruma's place with Kiriro. Forever fucked up together

Iruma outright rejects that and Kiriro's whole world view is destroyed. Why was this person he considered an equal, a comrad, denying his "affection." His way of making sure they could be together. Kiriro projected too much of himself onto Iruma and by doing so, ignored the things that made them so different from each other fundamentally. And Iruma did the same thing to Kiriro. But Kiriro can't give up Iruma just like Iruma can't give up Kiriro. They want the other in their life but think about the world too differently. So in order to stay together, they both want the other to change, believe their way of thinking and being is better. In this way, I can understand why people ship them together even if I don't. Sort of like a tragic love

What i find interesting is that Kiriro seems to have found his space. He found the connection he was looking for. He is honestly himself (in all his fucked up glory), jokes about his pervertedness, and seems happy. But he can't get rid of the idea of Iruma coming to him. I mean, I don't blame him. It's poetically beautiful how much Kiriro is unapologetically a demon and Iruma is unapologetically a human. At odds but so alike. I think in his own messed up way, the idea of eating iruma is a way of keeping iruma always with him because he now sees he can't force iruma to bend to his ways. And he wants iruma the only way he thinks he can have him. But in the end, even this would end in tragedy.

There isn't really a happy ending to this i believe where all parties are happy. Because if iruma gets his way, ok cool. but kiriro is (at least by this point) too far gone in his belief about demon origins. Kiriro could never be happy, he would need to supress so much of himself for the sake of iruma. And if kiriro gets his way, ok cool. But now he no longer has iruma as an "enemy." the person he felt most alike and connected to is now gone. And I imagine he would just feel empty about that because shit, now he's truly gone and i have nothing else besides the memories

As for his ambitions, I honestly don't understand them besides the iruma part. It feels very, the world hurt me and now i want to see the world hurt too which has been cultivated with his trauma. sorry i can't discuss that part much but thats as far as my autism will grasp. hope you liked this despite that!

#iruma-kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik #amy kirio #ami kirio #character study #character analysis #i tried my hardest lolol

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 10 months

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No Children (The Mountain Goats)

I hope that our few remaining friends/Give up on trying to save us/I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot/To piss off the dumb few that forgave us/I hope the fences we mended/Fall down beneath their own weight/And I hope we hang on past the last exit/I hope it’s already too late

I hope it stays dark forever/I hope the worst isn't over....And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out/You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning/There is no sign of land/You are coming down with me/Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die/I hope we both die

"The song of all time. It's the soundtrack for countless bad vibes ships (affectionate). The phrase 'hand in unlovable hand' has immutably altered the brain chemistry of thousands with its underlying sentiment and launched a hundred accompanying memes. 'I hope you die, I hope we both die' crams such incredible rawness and depth of feeling into all of nine words. It also makes for a great singalong."

"I need to leave. I need to LEAVE. I need to get out of this situation and I'd hope that if i found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way. I need to leave. Please. Let me out. HAND IN UN FUCKING LOVABLE HAND"

"Just. Man. These two are so broken. They want to be in love. They aren't. They hate each other so much. They are the only ones who understand each other. They wish that they weren't so close but all they can taste is ash when they think of leaving each other. Just, mutually assured destruction tastes so sweet when you can taste the blood on their tongue."

"It's No Children."

"goddd man this song is about being an irredeemable freak with another irredeemable freak and i think that's beautiful. there's something so fuck you up ish about the person you hate and despise the most in the world also being the only other person who is like you, who gets you. im going down, but youre going down too. we can be terrible people together... even if i hate you... even if you're the fucking worst. because we don't have anyone else. there's always a sort of comfort in knowing that there's someone out there who's as terrible as you are, and maybe you only hate them because you see yourself in them a little, too. anyway clay and bloberta from moral orel"

"The sheer emotion packed into the way it’s sung, the lyrics themselves, all of it just screams ‘clinging desperately to someone you hate because you don’t have anyone else and you burned those bridges yourself’ and I find that painfully relatable"

"It's a song about both virulent self-hatred and virulent hatred of someone else and yet you see yourself intertwined with that hated person forever."

Poll runner: Do I even have to add anything? This was the tournament's most submitted song.

Agree to Stay (Liquido)

You held my hand, I slipped away/We'd sleep beneath the stars/How I hate being scared/The more I think the more I do. Still anything reminds me of yo/I smell your hair/I hear your voice/I feel you.

"Okay look for this one I have to give a little more context but... so worth it. There's this fic. Absolutely HEARTBREAKING angsty fic featuring Major Character Death that has been living rent free in my brain since I first read it. And it's UNCANNY how well the lyrics of this song fit that fic and they just make each other's effect SO MUCH WORSE (affectionate). OKAY SO. The fic. The main characters (two brothers) have been kidnapped and one has been poisoned in order to extort information from the other (which he doesn't have). The fic follows them as one gets increasingly sicker and the other increasingly worried and scared ("How I hate being scared, the more I think the more I do"). They are kept in a windowless room and they talk about how they miss the sun and how they'd sit outside in the rain and have huge windows if they ever get out ("A brick of light reveals the day", "We'd sleep beneath the stars"). They reminisce about their childhood, how they would hide from monsters in their pillow forts and now the monsters have become real ("I wish we knew a place to play, where no one could find us"). The sick one keeps trying really hard to reassure the other, even as they lose hope ("you lied to me the other day, don't keep it all inside"), the other is really scared they won't get out in time, BUT THEN when they realise the sick one hasn't got long left, his brother starts telling HIM all the reassuring lies he's been told the days before, and the LAST WORDS the sick one says as he dies, his brother holding his hand ("You held my hand, I slipped away"), are "I'm really scared, brother" ( AGAIN "How I hate being scared", but this time UNO REVERSE). Second half of the fic deals with the surviving brother trying to cope with the loss as he's eventually rescued, just a bit too late. ("How I wish I was free, the more I think the more I do. Still anything reminds me of you. I smell your hair, I hear your voice, I feel you.") JUST. WHY DO YOU HURT ME IN THIS WAY. (I made a podfic of that fic and used this song as Intro/Outro music because FUCK if I have to suffer like this so does everyone else)"

No Children submitted by @leovaldezdefender + @diogenescynic2288 + many others

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #the mountain goats #liquido

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foxiemystique · 1 year

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Your content with your boy is so fun! I recently came out to my partner on diapers and it has only been good. I don’t know why i was so afraid. Hearing how your relationship and likes mopped and changed is inspiring! Would love to hear more what you like about domming your boy and how. Thanks

I just want to congratulate you on your positive experience with communicating your kink/lifestyle with your partner. To be honest; Bun said the same thing. He wishes he has told me sooner. To hear that we brought inspiration to your success is heart warming. I’m so happy that we could be of assistance! 🖤

When it comes to what I like about domming my darling Bunny, it’s mostly the power exchange. I’ve done it for so long that I don’t even necessarily think of it as a like or dislike. More so, as a what I just do.

I don’t participate in domming him 24/7. Our household role is a weave and bob kinda role. We tend to intertwine it throughout our day. We find ourselves in and out of spaces as the mood arises. Like, little cues are sent out to remind the other of their role. Occasionally, Bun sets the stage and not always, is he feeling little when he does but instead, very much in charge. I then, role play the space according to his lead. He loves to play Daddy Bun from time to time. I find it fun and important to meet all of his kink feelz when we’re both in the headspace to play. The little and big needs.

We also, play here and there over text, as well. I love sending him little reminders of what his role is at that time and what might take place when he or I get home. It usually leads to one of us getting diapered or one of us getting spanked. Haha

Relationships, should very much be a two way street. So, make sure you are both meeting each others needs. Even if they’re not your favorite to participate in. Take care of each other, be kind to each other more then not, be honest and always communicate your likes and dislikes. Kinks/lifestyles are forever changing. So, always try your best to keep in touch and check in with each other. Lastly, don’t be afraid to try new things. However, if it crosses a line and make you feel violated, let your partner know. It’s so important to go over the good and the not so good. Not just in kink but in a relationship in general.

I hope this was helpful and I wish you both the best of luck on your kink/lifestyle venture together! Im so happy for you both! 🖤

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hi grecy! i can't stop thinking about work rn, it's so hard to separate and not think about all day (especially when i'm trying to sleep soon) so i've come to bug you

i have a hc/fic idea: spencer learning to love physical affection bc reader/s.o.'s main love language is physical touch. like maybe at first he's hesitant and not the one initiating the touching, deciding that it's best if she seeks him out because he has no clue how to. but eventually he's so touchy. like she can't pass by him without spencer grabbing her by the waist for a spinning kiss or holding hands while walking or thighs touching on the couch. i am also a firm believer that spencer's favorite cuddle position is with his head in her lap and their legs going in the same direction (if that makes sense). and he would love to get his hair played with and just eat up all the attention.

okay sorry for this ramble but i need something else to think about instead of work stress

hiii Rosie!! ok ok bare with me this one is going to be a wild ride. PS: THANK YOU FOR THE DISTRACTION I really needed it.

The minute Spencer saw her walk into the BAU he knew she would be someone that he wanted around for a long time which is why he kicked himself for delivering his classic line the moment she walked up to introduce herself. "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." great job idiot now she'll think you are a weird nerd. As time went on it was clear to Spencer that this was one person that he always wanted to be around. Her laugh was a gravitational force that pulled him and he couldn't believe that she never rolled her eyes, or made a face when he was talking about something that interested him. He longed to have her in his arms, longed for the moment she ran his hands through his hair, he would even settle for having their pinkies intertwined during the debriefing of cases. But he knew that if he didn't like touch from other people, she might not either. Being the gentleman he is he silently longed for the day that she approached him with whatever ounce of physical touch she would give him. Even if by some weird happenstance, a rupture in time, a glitch his eidetic memory failed he would forever remember the first time he felt her caring touch. It was after a long, tiring case involving children. One whose lifestyle hit a little too close to home for Spencer, luckily it all resulted in a happy ending for the family but it took a toll on the team, especially on Spencer. Y/N could see the distraught, tired look on his eyes the minute they got on the plane so without a second thought she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the sofa. " sit now" she commanded and Spencer being too wonderstruck by her touch did as he was told. He never expected her to sit next to him but when she did he longed to just lay his head on her lap, even for just a millisecond. "want to talk about it?" she kindly asked, "no, im fine just tired" he replied. Spencer didn't know better but if he did he would've sworn that she whispered, "my sweet baby boy" Spencer could tell she was holding back from saying what she wanted to say so urging her with a nod she took a deep breath and said as she patted her lap, "come on, if anyone needs the sleep its you" So Spencer laid his head on her lap and fell asleep to the soothing rhythm of her breathing and her hand playing with his hair. After that day, rough case or not that became a routine for them. And it quickly let to them realizing that they just couldn't be apart. Every secret knee bump on the debrief room, thigh touching, or pinky intertwining was a silent I love you that they each hoped the other reciprocated. So, when Y/Nr walked into Penelope's kitchen one December afternoon and was greeted by a Spencer Reid wall blocked her way she couldn't help but blush by noticing the mistletoe Penny has strategically placed there. "Well here I thought my chocolate thunder would be kissing me today, yet its the Reids being more annoyingly cute" Confusion crossed both their faces, "the Reids?" they asked in unison. "Well, my sweets if you couldn't realize it by now the team has a bet going on for when you two finally get together so please kiss already." Penelope said laughing. "...so the Reids?" she asked blushing "shush future Mrs. Reid let me kiss you" Spencer said grabbing the sides of her head with both his hands and pulling her to him, adding after, "I knew I would marry you the minute I saw you, Im just glad I can kiss and hold you in public now and knowing you won't pull away." AN: ok idk if this is what you had in mind or not but this is what my brain came up with... now why cant I write my hw as fast as this.

#rosie✨#hiii babe! hope you have a good night #also hope you like this #blurbs/hc are fun to write #idk why I dont do them more.#spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid blurb

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 1 year

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Hi :) I hope you're doing well ☺️ Could I request a Paul Rovia x Female Reader fic please ? Where Paul opens up to Reader about his insecurities, his fears and everything else he has never been able to tell and share with anyone, except with her. (We know he has always had troubles building relationships). Like he is super vulnerable at that moment and may be on the verge of a breakdown and reader (who also happens to be his best friend or s/o) comforts him in the sweetiest way possible and assures him he IS worthy of Love, no matter what people told him in the past. Also hugs. Lots of hugs. And Hair stroking. You know... Just pure comfort and care. 🥺 Thanks :)

Hi! I’m so sorry, this took me FOREVER to write with writers block and everything. So sorry for the wait!! Thank you for the request

Tw’s: sensitive topics, emotions running high, coming out.

Please note, as I would rather not get rude threatening DM’s please know this story is about Paul and reader as friends. I would never write Paul with a female character romantically. In the last twenty minutes I’ve been getting nonstop messages about this specific post and they’re fairly rude. I’m only human. I’m only writing stories because I like to. Again this story is focusing on friends helping each other!!! Nothing more nothing less. PLEASE think before you message me with abusive language. Thank you. I will not be discussing this topic again

Some of the things I write as Paul are probably going to be made up as I don’t know everything about him so apologies if I write something wrong!

“you can talk to me,”

Your words were soft as you gazed at your best friend, Paul. His long hair fell in front of his face shielding the look of discomfort in his eyes but his body language was enough of a telling sign that something wasn’t right. He was always at hilltop but you had noticed something was off with him so encouraged him to take a break from being busy and spend some quality time with you. He never spoke to you about how he was feeling, he always felt like a burden but you just wanted to listen to him. Make him realise that it was okay to talk. “What happened?” You questioned- you weren’t a mind reader but you wished you were one at that very moment. It tore you apart not being able to help him. “Nothing” he said quietly and you looked at him raising your brows “nothing my ass” you said sarcastically you simply stared at him overly concerned for his well-being and rightly so, being in the apocalypse all alone with little to no family was a risk to mental health.

“Seriously it’s nothing y/n” he said shaking his head as he stood up from the couch. Your eyes flared with concern and you held yourself back from standing up with him “please don’t shut me out” you pleaded watching as his sea blue eyes slowly moved to look at you, his expression hurt and confused. “You’ve got enough on your plate I don’t want to bother you, seriously-“ you cut him off grabbing onto his hand tightly but gently as you gazed into his eyes “I’ve always got time for you.” You uttered out giving his hand a light squeeze “no matter what I’m always here for you… always.” You said and you watched as he seemingly allowed himself to break free from the “Im fine” demeanour as he sat back down beside you but you didn’t let go of his hand simply holding onto his hand tightly, your fingers intertwined with his as you brushed your thumb against his hand gently. Silence soon engulfed the both of you as you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to word what he wanted to say properly.

He licked over his lips nervously before letting out a breath “I’m scared.” He practically whispered and you remained silent gazing at him before your eyes softened “oh, Jesus” you cooed gently letting go of his hand as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder pulling him close, his head slowly falling to rest against your shoulder as he closed his eyes feeling tons of comfort wash over him. “You’re allowed to be scared” you assured gently but he soon shook his head “I… I’m not just scared of the apocalypse or walkers or anything… I’m scared of losing you.” He said his voice trembling ever so slightly, you nodded slowly snaking your hand up to rest against his head as you listened to him your fingertips slowly running through his hair, trying to soothe him as best as you possibly could. “I’m wasting so. much. time. Because I’m unable to connect with people I feel useless and so stupid… I can’t seem to solve anything anymore I’m only good for stealing… I’m just useless” he said almost numbly and you quickly pulled away to look into his eyes as you cupped his face in your hands “hey, no… where is this coming from?” you shook your head “absolutely not- we need you for everything. For your skills… for your kindness, passion, fighting skills… you’re amazing.”

But even though your words were said with all the kindness possible he didn’t believe it, looking away as tears formed in his eyes, his hands trembling as he seemingly looked like he was about to breakdown. “You can talk to me, Paul… please. I want to help you. Let it all out.” You pleaded as he let out a breath leaning back into the couch as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder. You had known him for a while now and knew he got most comfort and security from comforting touches- touches being the only way to truly calm him down. You watched as he stared up at the ceiling struggling to control the heavy emotions rolling round his head. “It’s all in my head” he said gently “all the thoughts. The memories. The pain. It sucks” You nodded slowly as a tear slowly trickled down his cheek. He was always such a strong strong man who never showed much emotion so it shocked you… he was opening up to you.

“Okay… I’m listening.” You assured gently as he nodded turning his head to look at you his eyes full of honesty and seriousness but a deep pain was starting to shine through “I had a group before hilltop, I trusted them… I ignored the warning signs. They were a bunch of bullies basically…. Making fun of everything about me. They weren’t a group- they were just people who had to suffer with me there, we were hunting together. This was probably a month into the whole apocalypse and we were scavenging for food… soon enough we became the food. The dead surrounded us everywhere and all of them threw me into the dog house basically… they ran and left me to fend for myself.” Your brows furrowed as you listened “oh I’m sorry that’s awful…” he wiped away some fresh tears angrily visibly trying not to be too emotional about it “but I somehow freed myself from it all… I then started my journey again but solo this time….” He bit down on his bottom lip “a few weeks later and I found them all dead… they hadn’t been bitten- none of them- they had all just been stabbed in the head and to this day I don’t know who did it but I regret not being there to help them. I should’ve helped them….” “No you couldn’t-“ he cut you off gently “no, y/n, you don’t understand. I should’ve been there to somehow save them. I don’t think of them often but when I do it’s when I’m like this… I guess… but that’s usually the time when I’m alone.” He said and you stared at him quietly, he had been doing this for ages- suffering alone. “I’m always here to listen” you said and he nodded “I know.”

You slowly rubbed up and down his back trying to think of something to say watching as he sucked in harsh breaths and you got closer to him “come here” you soothed quietly as you wrapped your arms around him as he practically sunk into you as if this was the first hug he had, had in forever, his body instantly relaxing into yours as you stroked his hair resting your chin atop of his head “it’s okay… it’s all going to be okay.” You soothed as his body began trembling, shaking harder every now and then as he tried to keep in his cries “let it all out… you’re safe” you coaxed, continuing to murmur quiet assuring things to him as he continued crying in your arms.

“How do you know it’s going to be okay?” He suddenly asked sniffling “I don’t know that but what I do know is you’ve survived this long… you’ve got us… you’ve got a family. Cut yourself some slack. You’re only human.” You said to him quietly. “We’re so lucky to have you Paul. I’m so lucky. I’ve got the greatest best friend” you said with a small smile as you continued stroking your hand over his hair “you’re so loved… you’re so worthy. You may not feel it at times but you are.” You said with a small smile. Usually he was the one comforting you but being able to comfort him back felt nice… “really?” He looked up into your eyes and you smiled down at him nodding your head “absolutely.”

Paul appreciated your kindness. He hadn’t experienced such kindness in a long time and so he was grateful for it. You made him feel safe. You shielded him from the pain. “Do you feel better now?” You asked softly and he nodded slightly “anything else you’d like to talk about?” You offered and he gazed at you “yes, actually.” He said and you hummed sitting up straighter as you gazed at him “okay… I’m uh, I’m not going to sugar coat this alright? But I’ve been insecure my whole life… I could never figure out why… I couldn’t get to the main root of the insecurity but I found it…” he said and you nodded quietly easing him to continue “I’m gay… I like… guys.” He said staring at you waiting for your reaction and as he saw a smile light up your face relief was quick to wash over him “that’s amazing” you wrapped your arms around him “but I’m sure I knew… I see the way you look at some guys.” You chuckled out and he smiled at you “thank you.” He murmured and you shook your head “no… thank you.” You said and he furrowed his brows slightly “for opening up to me…. Communicating is important. Don’t leave me in the dark okay? I’m here to listen.” You said and he nodded… for you he’d try and learn that he wasn’t a burden and that he could communicate to you.

#the walking dead #jesus x y/n #jesus twd #paul rovia #paul rovia x best friend reader #twd #alexandria #hilltop #xreader #comfort #coming out #sweet #opening up #its okay

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