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Annoying

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: It’s no secret Five finds you annoying. In fact, he frequently tells you this. Maybe he even goes too far. But when someone else insults you, Five realizes that only he’s allowed to do that. Reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: Hurtful comments said to the reader

Word Count: 3500

A/N: I’m alive! So long story short, I lost the motivation to write for a while which caused my spontaneous hiatus. I honestly wasn’t sure if I would post anything again. But then, I rediscovered comfort in writing, especially when it’s about my best boys.

My posting from now on may be a bit sporadic as I’m back in school but I do intend to keep posting.

Anyway, here’s my favourite grumpy boy as a treat!

Five Hargreeves had gotten used to working at the Commission. He still hated every second of it: the job, the people, the killings. But he had adapted, just like he had in the apocalypse, and had fallen into a familiar routine that made the situation easier to swallow. He had finally accepted his job and made peace with it. That is, until you came along.

You also work at the Commission as a field agent and until recently, Five didn’t even know of your existence. Then one day, you came into his office and tried to chat with him. He was bewildered of course and told you to get the hell out of his face. But his rude words didn’t deter you. Instead, you asked him if he wanted to be your partner in the field. Again, Five was shocked and told you absolutely not. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to take no as an answer.

Every day since then, you kept popping into his life. Every day you would make nice with him, do him favours, and were overall friendly with him. Every day, he offered you nothing but a cold shoulder. Every day you asked him to be your partner and every day he told you no.

It was extremely aggravating to say the least. He tried to report you to the Handler but she told him you were doing nothing wrong. She even made some suggestive comments that made Five regret ever going to her for help. So he was on his own.

Except none of his usual moves worked. You never shied away from his negative presence. If he blinked away, you would somehow find him again. There seemed to be no way to remove you from his life.

He’s sitting in his office working when he hears a sound he has come to dread. “Knock knock,” you say as you open his door, not waiting for a response. He once asked you, “What if I was doing something private?” but that only made him flush at the accidental implication and you laughed.

“Not now,” he mumbles, not taking his eyes off his work.

“Yes now,” you say, entering the room and taking a seat on the other side of his desk. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t just removed the chair since the only person who ever used it was you. “I brought you coffee!”

This causes him to glance up, only a little, and what a mistake that turns out to be. There you sit, a beaming smile spread across your face. Your eyes tend to light up when you smile, bringing attention to how stunning they are. Thoughts like these make him feel queasy, at least that’s what he’s deeming it to be. His face also tends to heat up and his breathing acts funny. He’s considered a few times that he was sick, but every test indicated otherwise.

This is another thing that bothers him so much about you. You bring unknown feelings that Five has never experienced before, and he hates feelings, let alone unfamiliar ones.

“The answer is still, and always will be, no,” he says blankly, his eyes focused on his computer but he isn’t paying attention to what’s on the screen.

“But I haven’t even said my pitch yet!” you complain. Without looking, he knows you’re looking at him with big puppy dog eyes. He would never admit, even to himself, that they affect him. “I think today’s speech is much better—”

“Doesn’t matter, still a no.”

You ignore him and clear your throat. “As your partner—”

“Stop.”

“I would bring you freshly made coffee every morning, just the way you like it,” you continue. He decides to stop talking to you altogether. With concentration, he’s able to read the words on the screen and continue typing. “You can still take lead on the missions, though you’ll find I’m fairly skilled on the field. This will also reduce the danger of getting hurt, and if one of us does get hurt, the other can patch them up.”

It is a pain to tend to my own wounds, Five thinks before mentally berating himself. He’s supposed to be ignoring you. And besides, he’s been taking care of himself for years, he’s used to the difficulties by now.

“Another bonus, is that with me as your partner, the Handler won’t be on you as much,” you say, and despite himself, he listens. “She’ll know that someone else has their eyes on you, and with my reputation, she’ll trust me with it.”

Now that actually sounds desirable. The Handler is always checking in on him and keeping a watchful eye on his actions. She knows he’s a good agent, he’s proved that by now, but she still worries that he might betray them. This makes him a loose canon in her eyes. Plus, with her attention elsewhere he’ll be able to make more progress on his secret project to return to his family—

Stop it, he tells himself. This is exactly what you want. You actually have him considering the possibility of becoming partners. The more your voice fills his ears and the more he thinks about what it would mean to have you as a partner, the more his face starts to burn.

He can feel himself losing control over his emotions and he panics. Clearly, ignoring you is not the solution.

“That’s enough!” he yells, causing you to pause mid-sentence. He looks over at you to see your wide eyes staring at him. For the first time, he sees a crack in your positive shield. He continues. “God, just stop already. I am so sick and tired of you groveling at my feet, it is so annoying. Why won’t you get this through your head? I am never partnering with anyone, especially not with you! So for the last time, leave me alone!”

A deadly silence fills the room. Five is panting from his outburst and when his anger recedes, he finds he’s shocked at himself. He’s never had an outburst like that, never yelled like that before. Sure he gets angry and frustrated all of the time, but he hardly ever yells and his words are never that venomous. He just got so riled up with his emotions…

You also seem shocked. You try to cover it up, but he can still tell. You seem unsure of what to say and your usual peppiness seems to have vanished as well. Five isn’t sure how to feel. He also isn’t sure of what to do.

You then clear your throat. “Well then,” you say, trying to piece yourself together. “You seem busy so I should go.” You grin but its wobbly and it doesn’t meet your eyes. And despite himself, he feels sorry. You wordlessly stand up and exit his office.

The silence remains and Five is left frozen. After a moment, he shakes his head and tries to feel unbothered by what just happened.

†††

A few hours have passed since his conversation with you, and Five is out of coffee. He blinks to the Commission’s break room but then he sees you there. You’re standing at the counter with your back to him and in a moment of panic, he blinks to behind a wall just around the corner from the break room.

He curses silently. He can’t believe that he’s hiding from you after earlier. Maybe he just doesn’t want to deal with your emotions. Or maybe he’s hiding from his own.

He’s about to just toughen up and deal with it when he hears someone else entering the room. “Y/N, how nice to see you,” he hears someone say. He looks to see a woman approaching you. Five thinks he’s seen her around but doesn’t recognize her. He’s tried not to make friends here or fill his mind with useless information. This means he only knows a few people including you and the Handler.

“Cassandra,” he hears you say in a bitter tone. He frowns. He’s never heard you speak like that.

“How have you been?” Cassandra asks and Five doesn’t know why, but she sounds ingenuine despite her cheery tone. He also suspects her smile to be too friendly.

“Fine.” You don’t even look over at her as you continue whatever you were doing at the counter. It isn’t like you to be short with people, and Five wonders if it’s because of what he said.

“I heard you got in trouble with the Handler this morning,” Cassandra says. Oh shit, Five thinks. He isn’t sure if that happened before or after he yelled at you but either way, he doesn’t envy your morning.

“Yup,” is your only response. Cassandra doesn’t seem satisfied by your response. She walks over and leans against the counter next to you.

“That must have been awful. I hope she doesn’t fire you soon,” she says with false concern. You still don’t glance her way. You simply nod your head absentmindedly as your focus remains locked on the kettle in front of you, waiting for the water to boil. Cassandra just keeps talking. “Are you still bugging Agent Five about being his partner?”

Five’s ears begin to burn as the conversation steers towards him. Now more than ever, he thinks he should leave this private conversation, but his feet remain glued to the floor. What does he care? he tries to tell himself, but it doesn’t work.

He watches as you grip the counter tightly. Unfortunately, Cassandra also seems to notice and she takes that as an answer. “Aw you poor thing,” she says, putting her hand on your shoulder only for you to shrug it off.

“Look Cassandra,” you say, your voice filled with agitation. “I’ve had a really bad day, if you could just—”

“I can only imagine,” the woman says, and Five is starting to really dislike her. “It must be hard, getting rejected day after day. I’m surprised you haven’t given up.”

“Fuck it.” You push yourself off the counter. You turn around and Five ducks back around the corner. “I’ll come back later.”

There’s a moment of silence before, “Do you know why he keeps rejecting you?” Five risks a glance to see that you’ve turned back around.

“What?” you say, surprised by the question.

“It’s the same reason why all of the others rejected you,” she says, which takes Five by surprise. He didn’t know there were others. An illogical flare of jealousy rises in him before he stomps it out.

“You’re annoying,” she says, her tone one of false sympathy. “No one wants to be around you. You come on way too strong and, sweetie, you reek of desperation.”

“S-stop,” you say, in shock but also seemingly hit by a bullet of emotions. Even Five is surprised.

“You’re just a nuisance,” Cassandra says. “A pest that no one can get rid of. That’s why you’ve never found a partner and that’s why you never will. I mean, who could like you let alone stand you?”

“Cassandra…” you say and Five can hear the quiver in your voice. He doesn’t know why, but the sound makes his chest tighten.

“Face it, Y/N,” she says, now standing right in front of you. “You were always meant to be alone.” Finally, Five can’t take it anymore. He walks out from around the corner and glares at Cassandra. He finds himself loathing her. Only he is allowed to call you annoying.

Cassandra glances past you and looks surprised to see him there. Just like that, she has on her friendly looking face again. “Oh hey there Fi—” she starts to say to him.

“Get out,” he spits at her. Her eyes widen at his venomous tone but decides to listen, scurrying away. It’s nice to see his fearful reputation precedes him. There’s a silence that settles in the room once she’s left. You seem to be frozen in place, not even turning to face him. He isn’t sure what to do himself, whether to somehow approach you or to ignore you entirely.

Luckily, his decision is made for him as you wordlessly walk back up to the counter towards the kettle. Five clears his throat, trying to rid himself of this awkward feeling, and walks up beside you.

He doesn’t address you, after all he normally isn’t the one to start the conversation. Which is why it’s so odd when you don’t. The two of you move about silently, completing your individual tasks. He finds he can’t even look at you, for the downtrodden look on your face still inflicts pain upon him. Finally, after an agonizing amount of time, you speak.

“Five,” you say, also clearing your throat. “I, uh, I have some good news for you.”

He sees that you’re trying to plaster on your usual happy appearance but it’s broken and he can see right through it.

He expects you to say something along the lines of “I forgive you for earlier” or “I made you some coffee.” He expects you to forgive him and act as normal. He did not, however, expect your actual words.

“I will no longer be bothering you with my presence.” Normally, these words would send him jumping for joy. After all, this is what he’s been wanting. But after the conversation he overheard, something gave him pause.

“Oh?” he says, at a loss for words as he is caught off guard.

“Yeah,” you say with a forced smile. “I’ve realized that I haven’t been respecting your feelings, as you have made it more than clear that you don’t want me as a partner and that you never will.”

He hears your voice crack towards the end and he can’t help but compare your words to Cassandra’s. “Yes I uh…I appreciate that,” he says, hesitant with his words. He isn’t sure what to make of all of this.

“Right,” you say, straightening yourself. You pick up your mug and turn to fully face him. He tries to ignore the shine of incoming tears in your eyes. “See you around. And uh, sorry for bothering you.”

Before he can say anything else, you turn and exit the room, leaving Five in a state of uncertainty.

†††

When Five walks into work the next morning, he’s not on edge like he usually is. He normally expects you to greet him on his way to his office, but there’s no sight of you. After Five recovered from his shock, he decided he should be happy about the situation. Sure, he didn’t want you to get hurt, but he got what he wanted.

He settles into his office and gets to work. He reaches to take a sip of his coffee when he realizes there’s nothing there. Oh, right. You normally got his morning coffees for him. Not a big deal, he thinks. If anything, this shows what a nuisance you had been for changing his routine.

Throughout the next couple of days, he starts to realize what an impact you had made on him. For one, the coffee doesn’t taste as good, which is odd. Then he noticed his plant started to die. Five didn’t even know he had a plant. He got rid of it and suddenly felt that his office was colder. He knows it’s illogical, but he didn’t realize how it brightened the room.

And most of all, he found his normal routine to be rather dull. Normally, you would interrupt his work and give a small relief to the boring workload. His room is quieter than ever and the days start to blend together.

But this is what he wanted wasn’t it? To finally be on his own? It’s not like he missed your ramblings, or the sound of your laugh, or your happy disposition, or the way you brightened his day. No. He’s better off alone…

He doesn’t even believe himself. He scowls. How could he let this happen? How could he let someone in and affect him so much to a point where he missed them? He thinks about ignoring his feelings and soldiering on, as is his way, but the thought of going on like this for God knows how long makes him reconsider.

Goddamn you.

†††

He had never seen your office before. He didn’t even know you had an office up until now. He thought, a bit conceitedly perhaps, that he was the only field agent with an office. Maybe you weren’t exaggerating when you said you were good.

Your door is left open, possibly to be more inviting and welcoming. It’s perfectly you. Five looks in to see your head down, writing something at your desk, and takes a moment to consider you. God, he had missed you. He feels a little excited just seeing you there. Is he that lonely and desperate?

He knocks on your door and stands in the doorway. You lift your head and your eyes widen in surprise to see him. He tries not to look uncomfortable under your gaze.

“Oh! Hey Five,” you say, cautiously. You’re not as bubbly around him anymore, almost afraid to scare him off. He doesn’t like it. “What can I do for—”

Before you can finish, Five drops a file onto your desk. You look at him in surprise. There’s a silence. “What’s this?” you ask.

“Read it,” he snaps at you, his nerves getting the better of him. You open the file and he sees surprise overtake your whole face.

“This…this is a request to have me as your partner,” you say quietly, not knowing how to react.

“This has nothing to do with your pestering, by the way,” Five says. “I thought about it and came to my own conclusion that a partner would be beneficial. I thought since you were already willing, it was the simpler choice.”

As he speaks, he watches your disbelief change into joy and a bright smile returns to your face. It’s almost infectious.

“This is incredible,” you say. And then something changes and your smile drops into a frown, which makes him upset. Not that he was doing this for you, but he thought you’d be happy. “But I thought…I thought I annoyed you. What changed?”

He feels guilt tug at him. It seems his outburst stuck with you. “I…might have overreacted the other day. You do annoy me, but I didn’t mean it like that.” You nod at this and he senses it isn’t enough to convince you. Fuck it. He’s already in this deep. “I suppose, as a gesture of good faith as your new partner, and only for this occasion…I owe you an apology.”

Your eyes shoot up at him and he falters. Then he clears his throat and prays no one else is around to hear this. “I am…sorry, for any hurt my outburst may have caused you.” He could count on one hand the number of times he has genuinely apologized to someone. But apparently it works, as your frown is gone.

“Oh, um, thank you,” you say, unsure how to respond to his sudden change in character. There’s an awkward pause before you smile. You hold out your hand and say, “Partners?”

It’s such a sweet gesture of forgiveness that Five finds his mouth twitching upwards. “Partners,” he says, shaking your hand. He ignores the sparks he feels when his hand touches yours. But he has been sentimental for far too long.

He ends the handshake and clears his throat once more. “To be clear, this is not an official contract, you still have to sign the paper,” he says but the smile cannot be erased from your face.

“Yes, of course! I will handle that right away,” you say. “This is so exciting! You will not regret this.”

“I better not,” he says. “This doesn’t change anything between us, we’re not friends.”

“Yet,” you say with a cheeky smile. He is much more relieved to see you acting as your normal self again.

“Y/N I’m serious—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. This is going to be so fun,” you giggle, seemingly ignoring what he just said. “Thank you.”

You’re looking up at him, a soft smile on your lips and a twinkle in your eye. He falters again as he feels heat rising in his cheeks. He looks away.

“No need to thank me, just make sure that request is signed and submitted.”

“Aye, aye, cap’n,” you salute him and he takes this as his cue to leave. He turns and you call out, “See you around!”

He doesn’t respond, or rather he can’t. He’s already starting to regret this and not because of the reason you think. Seeing you all happy and excitement caused his heart to swell with a feeling he isn’t familiar with. He doesn’t like this unknown territory and change. But he has to admit…

It felt kind of nice.

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ferris-the-wheel · 1 month

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Posted 3/10/24

Idia x Reader

Included character(s): Idia Shroud

Setting: NRC

Emoji(s): 💙/💜/❤️

Perspective: Reader/Idia

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Scenario: See the screenshot below.

A/N: SEE @felixsterprankster? I TOLD YOU I'D DO IT! I DO KEEP MY PROMISES >:'D CREDIT TO YOU FOR THE IDEA BB/plat ♥︎

TW: Kinda angsty, nothing else really.

"I'm the best gamer ever; do you really think that you can beat me? Mwehehehehe!" Idia chuckled with a toothy smirk. You ignored him, your fingers punching out a combo attack.

You watched your character deliver the attack, but Idia's character managed to dodge it and delivered the finishing blow, landing a swift kick to your character's head.

Winner!

You saw the large letters appear on screen as your character was sent flying off screen. You sighed and flopped back on Idia's bedspread. He turned to with with a triumphant expression, his pale face illuminated by his blue, fiery hair.

You felt you heart skip a beat as his bright yellow eyes met yours. Idia, meanwhile, was rambling about how often he played the game and his favorite character, and sometimes throwing in helpful tips about how to improve.

You nodded and Idia clicked the rematch button. With his tips, you did a lot better than before. You lasted five minutes longer than the previous round, which against Idia, was pretty damn good. In the end though, he still won.

"You did better this time. You could've done a bunch of combos that would've totally KO'd me, but overall, pretty good." He said in a rare moment of genuine praise.

"See? This is why I love you." You said, then you immediately jumped up, your face feeling like it was in fire. You did not just say that out loud, you did not just say that out loud!

The tips of Idia's hair turned bright pink and he had a look that showed that he was still processing what you just said. You dashed to the door. "I- I have to g- go!" You manages to stutter out before flinging the door open and running down the hallway.

After you left, Idia was left in a state of shock. Did he mishear you? There wasn't any way that you would like him, right?! But then why did you run off? Did you seriously say... that you loved him?

Idia's head was spinning for the rest of the day, unable to think of anything else. This was just like an anime, in a way. Does that mean that in the end, you two would get together? No, no, life isn't anything like an anime. He knew that from experience. Why would you like some reclusive otaku like him as opposed to any of the other guys in NRC? However, the thought lingered in his mind: but you said you loved him.

Over the next few days, he tried texting you, but you never texted back. Maybe he was wrong? Did you... not like him? He was growing more and more desperate for an answer as the days passed, your accidental confession playing through his mind on repeat. There was no way that he misheard you, he was sure of that now. But why were you avoiding him? Was it out of embarrassment?

He eventually grew determined enough to track you down in person. He knew your schedule from earlier times you'd hung out to game together. He hesitated at the door, his introverted mind really asking if he was going to do this. He finally stepped outside and nearly ran right into Ortho.

"Oh, big brother! I was just about to come find you!" Ortho said, as if Idia ever left his room. Then Ortho blinked in surprise. "Hm? Is something wrong? Your hair is slightly pink and your heart rate is elevated. Are you sick?" Ortho hovered over to Idia worriedly.

"I- I'm fine, Ortho, don't worry. I just- um- have to do something." Idia managed to say in a coherent sentence. Ortho had a quizzical look on his face. "Are you going on another snack run? If you're that worried, I can—"

"Nope! All good." Idia cut in, hurrying down the hallway, pulling his hood up. He normally didn't even leave his room during the day, let alone leave the Iginhyde dorm! But he was on a mission.

"Just think of it as a quest, Idia." He muttered to himself. "Part one: find..." He couldn't even say your name. "... the person. They'll help with the next part of the quest."

Your eyes wandered the page of your quiz, your score written at the top corner.

57/100

Well, you could've done worse, you supposed, spinning your pen in your hand with a sigh. You flipped the page over and sighed. Your mind wandered to the incident. He probably thought you were so weird, especially after you ran off and didn't respond to his texts.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" You almost jumped out of your seat as a voice spoke next you. You turned around. "Oh- yeah, Trey, I'm fine." You replied. Trey gave you a dubious frown but nodded. "If you say so. We've been kinda concerned for you, admittedly."

"'We'?" You asked. Trey adjusted his glasses awkwardly. "Me, Cater, Lilia, and Rook. We noticed that you've been kinda off these past few days and wanted to make sure that you're okay."

"It's been that obvious?" You groaned, dropping your head— forehead first— onto the desk. Trey gave a slightly amused, "Mhm."

"Well- I've just had something on my mind. Don't worry, I'm fine." You mumbled, almost as embarrassed as when— nope, don't think about it!

"Alright then." Trey said and you heard his footsteps walking away. As soon as the bell rang, you jumped out of your seat and were out of the door.

"H- hey! Uh- Y/N, can we talk?" You stopped in surprise and spun around to see Idia, his fiery hair shifting around in agitation. "Uh- y'know, before all the normies show up?"

You nodded and you both ducked into an empty classroom to the left. You closed the door just as the rest of the students came flooding out into the hallway.

You stood awkwardly in front of Idia, who looked equally as uncomfortable. "So... um. What did you want to talk about?" You asked, though you already knew. Neither of you could meet the other's eyes.

"Eh- um- I wanted to t- talk about what y- you said. Y- y'know." He stammered, speaking quickly. You bit your lip. You honestly hadn't been expecting him to come after you to walk about it. You'd been hoping to steer clear of him for a few days to get an idea on how to address the situation.

"Oh- um...." You couldn't think of how to continue the conversation.

Luckily, Idia spoke up. "Did you... you really mean it? What you said?" His hair was half pink at this point, his sharp teeth biting into his lip.

You hesitated before nodding, feeling your face flush.

"I - um... I feel the same." Idia said quietly. You looked up in surprise.

"You're serious?" You asked incredulously. "Mhm..." He responded.

The ten second silence that followed was tense enough that you could cut through it with a knife. "So... are we...?" Idia started to ask, but he trailed off.

"If you want to." You said quickly. You both were too embarrassed to come out and say it.

"O- okay!" Idia grew noticeably happier. "Should we come up with boundaries or something? I'm not good at this..." He muttered.

"Sure. I think that we've been friends long enough to know what we're comfortable with in general terms." You said, thinking.

"Uh- no PDA! That's just so awkward!" Idia said suddenly, his cheeks tinged with pink. "Alright, that's fine." Your fingers fiddled with the your uniform, feeling your own face heat up once more.

"I... think that's it?" He mumbled. You gave a small, "Mhm," and shuffled your feet. You shifted your gaze from the floor to look at him. "I know that we just established the 'no PDA' rule, but can I hug you? There's no one around and the door's closed."

"S- sure." Idia said quickly, his shoulder tensing. You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. You felt his arms loop around you, hugging you back. You both gave each other a small smile.

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nrilliree · 17 days

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Why is it always “Rhaenyra should’ve been a better friend to Alicent” and not the other way around? Have people forgotten how friendships work? It’s a two way street and it was Alicent who betrayed Rhaneyra not the other way around.

Everyone seems to conveniently forget that Rhaenyra was confiding in Alicent about her concerns regarding the council plotting to remarry Viserys so soon after her mother’s death so there’ll be a male heir and what does Alicent do? She dismisses Rhaenyra’s concerns, tells her it’s not for them to worry about and “what if your father were to marry?” (which is rich of her to say considering her own father hasn’t and doesn’t remarry). Alicent doesn’t say these things out of naivety or ‘girlish’ innocence, she says them because she knows she’s apart of the plot to get Viserys to remarry - she IS the plot.

God. I’m so sick of people acting as if she was an innocent bystander. She had HALF A YEAR to tell Rhaenyra about her talks with Viserys. Viserys doesn’t raise the question of whether Alicent tells Rhaenyra until half a year into it. She had ample opportunity to say something and she chose not to because she knew what she was doing and the way her and her father were going about it was cunning and conniving and wrong.

And then people are mad at Rhaenyra for not being more understanding of Alicent and the position Alicent was put in when it’s revealed that she’s to marry Viserys - Rhaneyra put two and two together and realised Alicent was scheming just as much as the council was. But yeah, she totally should’ve welcomed Alicent with open arms.

It’s not out of the ordinary for a child to be mistrusting of a step-parent in today’s world - IN REALITY - so, I’m not sure why people act as if it’s so weird or out of the ordinary or like Rhaenyra is overreacting about being mistrusting of Alicent after she becomes her step mother ESPECIALLY given everything above.

But yeah blah blah Alicent the eternal victim, nothing is ever her fault, she can never ever bear responsibility for her actions because she’s ALWAYS the victim first blah blah 🙄

I wrote this a moment ago, but I deleted the post because some anonymous person was making a mess again. Alicent, in Rhaenyra's eyes, lied to her and betrayed her. Alicent, as a young woman of marriageable age (not a child, as some say, because it was not the 21st century), secretly met in the evenings with a single man whom everyone knew was looking for a wife. She went to his chambers alone. She had dinner with him. She gave him gifts. To ANYONE looking at it from the side, it would look like Alicent WANTED to be queen. What do you think the servants who took two meals to the king's chambers and saw Alicent there thought? "Oh, what a poor girl, I feel sorry for her" or rather "she seduces the king"? Because that's what it looked like. And this is the version Rhaenyra knows, because for several months Alicent didn't say "my father forced me, I didn't want it." After half a year, Viserys asked if Alicent wasn't telling Rhaenyra about it, and he didn't forbid her from talking about it. After half a year.

Why did Alicent expect Rhaenyra to confide in her about bed matters when Alicent hadn't told her for half a year that she was meeting her father in the evenings? Especially since she knew Otto wanted to destroy her and Alicent was secretly trying to become queen (according to what Rhaenyra knows). And seriously, what girl would want to continue to be happily friends with a girl who has sex with her father? Honestly. Rhaenyra stopped trying for this friendship, but that's not surprising. Because Rhaenyra doesn't know about the "Otto forced me" version. But she still managed to show some sympathy towards Alicent - when she accidentally offended her with a comment about being locked in a tower, she apologized. During the last dinner, she said that she appreciated Alicent for taking care of her father. And Alicent? She declared open war on Rhaenyra at her wedding, and then spent a dozen years trying to ruin her life.

#house of the dragon #team black #anti team green #pro team black #rhaenyra targaryen #anti alicent hightower #anti team green stans

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vctrvn-ls · 9 months

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How they’d react to you crying |Beta Squad|

Scenario: Imagine they come home and see you crying for the first time bcs smth happened (idk what it doesn’t matter)

U know 3am thoughts as always

edit: not proof read , I accidentally posted it alr so doesn’t matter 💀

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Niko

Would first be shocked. His dialogue filled with oh no's and small gasps before he sits down beside you wraps his arms around you, asking what's wrong. Niko would be so patient. He'd wait for you to calm down, stop crying and get your thoughts together before explaining what was wrong. He wouldnt let go of you, he'd be holding onto you to you until you were stable enough to speak because seeing you cry would hurt him so much. After carefully listening to what you had to say, he'd instantly start coming up with things that would distract you. Food, movie night, shopping, nap, anything you'd want. And for the rest of the day he'd be so so worried for you, even if you had already calmed down completely, he'd still be so concerned because he cares so so much.

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AJ wouldn't freak out, I feel like he would handle the situation pretty well. He'd sit down beside you, ask you what's wrong and if you'd rather be left alone or you'd rather he stay. For AJ the most important thing is working out wether you wanted him beside you, hugging you, comforting you or if you'd prefer to be left alone with yourself until you calmed down.

As I said he wouldn't panic, he'd find the right way to calm you down and get you to explain everything to him. And after that he'd give you advice, help solve your issue or just be by your side for the rest of the night.

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Sharky

The sweetest person. He wouldn't hesitate to come rushing over to you, wiping your tears with his sleeve before kissing your forehead and pulling you into a tight hug. For him comfort comes first. He needs you to know that he's right there with you, that he cares and he's just as worried as you are. And after feeling his love and warmth, you'd quickly calm down and tell him everything. He'd thoroughly listen to all your words and then together you'd come up with a solution to your problem or if something tragic happened he'd express his sympathy with a few genuine lines.

For the rest of the day he'd be extra affectionate (if that's even possible). He wouldnt go over the top though, he already knows what you like and what you don't, so that's wouldn't be a challenge (?)

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Kenny

Poor Kenny would be so shocked to see you cry he'd even put his hand over his mouth and gasp. There would be a looot of oh my gosh's, we know Kenny. He'd pull you into a hug, making you crumble even more. He would be clueless on what to say or how to act, so he'd just sit there, stroke your back and keep repeating "It's okay" over and over. You’d feel so so safe in his embrace and so comforted by his soft tone and genuine concern that in no time you’d end up telling him everything and of course get maximum support from him after you do.

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Chunkz

Now I think Chunkz would be the calmest. He’d act composed, and he would want you to get all your emotions out. “It’s ok to cry” , “it’s alright let it all out” he’d say as he holds you close to his chest. And after some time and some more soothing words, he’d get up and make you a cup of tea (or your favorite warm drink) and the two of you would sit at a table and talk about what happened. He’d definitely give the best advice, or words of encouragement, (depending on what you need) and afterwards you’d fill a shit ton better and very grateful. Chunky we love you!!!

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#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #sharky #ndl #fanfic

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eitaababe · 1 year

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GET IT NOW ?

a/n — i was working on this but accidentally posted it 🧍‍♂️ anyways request was made by @evanpetersluver

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Your first impression of Lo'ak wasn't the greatest. You were with your brother, Rotxo, and two of your friends, Tsireya and Ao'nung when the Sully's first arrived. You wearily eyed their weak tails and skinny arms when Lo'ak sent a smirk your way, greeting you with a smug, "Hey."

You hissed in response, the boys smirk fading into a frown. Tsireya gave you a stern look, making you retreat behind your brother, listening to what her parents had to say. You were shocked, to say the least that they were allowed to stay, and that Tsireya and Ao'nung had to teach them your clan's ways. Your face subtly dropped in disapproval with Ao'nung, knowing you and your brother would most likely end up helping the two.

And so here you were, helping the siblings learn some new breathing techniques. You quickly learned that they all lacked the ability to hold their breath for a long time when you tried teaching them to swim, so the plan was to teach them. And of course, Lo'ak found himself sat next to you, all of you sat in a circle.

"You're not doing it right," You scolded him, putting a hand on his stomach. "Breathe with your stomach, not your chest. And you need to slow your heart down," You continued, counting for him to follow and rolling your eyes in impatience when he didn't obey your commands. "Your heart is going even faster now. That's exactly the opposite of what I told you to do. Do you listen at all?"

"Sorry." He apologized quickly, clearing his throat. He tried, really, but the feeling of your hand pushing down on his stomach just made his heart beat what felt like a million miles per hour.

Behind your back, the three boys were snickering at Lo'ak's shaky breathing, and how he reacted to your touch. Tsireya and Kiri silently scolded them, rolling their eyes at the boys dumb antics.

And so, after what seemed like forever, you guys finally moved on from breathing techniques. You then moved on to how to talk underwater, using your hands.

The Sully's somewhat got the hang of it, and Lo'ak seemed pretty confident in his skills. "Hey, Y/n!" He called after you, grabbing your attention. "Check this out." He made a few signals with his hands.

'You are very ugly.'

You scoffed in disbelief, signing back towards him, even if he couldn't understand. You'd gladly translate it to him.

'You can't talk with that disgusting face of yours.'

"What'd you say?" Lo'ak curiously asked, confused.

"I said, you can't call me ugly with that disgusting face of yours." You snapped, standing up and ready to walk away from him.

"Wait what? I didn't call you ugly? I asked Ao'nung how to sign, 'you are very pretty.' Was that not it?"

You turned around, bending over in laughter and seeing Ao'nung do the same. "Lo'ak, you are so stupid. He told you the wrong thing. Since when would you trust Ao'nung to say something like that?"

Lo'ak slumped in disappointment, glaring daggers over at Ao'nung as the two of you walked away, cackling at the younger brother's stupidity.

The next day, you went up to Lo'ak alone, much to his surprise. His eyes widened, not expecting you to talk to him first. Today, he was hoping to do everything you told him to do correctly, in hopes of impressing you.

"C'mon, forrest boy. We're going to put your breathing exercises to use today." Naturally, he followed you to wherever you were headed, diving after you when you went to the water.

"Okay, I have this shell," you started, treading water when you lifted your hand to reveal the shell. "I'm going to throw this underwater, and you're going to retrieve it and bring it back. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am." He grinned, quickly going after the shell once you disposed of it whilst rolling your eyes.

He swam deeper and deeper, reaching out to catch the shell. But alas, it kept floating away from his grasp, and soon enough he had to come back up for air, shell-less.

Sighing at his failure, you shook your head. "Give me a moment," you dove underneath the waves, locating the shiny white shell and coming up a minute or so later. "Here's the shell. We're going to do it again. We'll keep doing it until you get the shell. I didn't spent such a long time with you yesterday only for you to not be able to hold your breath long enough."

Nodding at your words, Lo'ak dove after the shell a second time. And then a third. And finally, on his fourth try, he came up, gasping for air. "I did it! I got the shell, y/n!"

"Congratulations, you held your breath for a couple minutes and grabbed a shell." You stated monotonously, but even if you wouldn't admit it, the proud grin on your face was unmistakable, and Lo'ak didn't miss it. He watched as you swam back to shore, the sight of your smile engraved in his mind for the rest of the day.

The next time Lo'ak sees you is when you and the rest are teaching everyone how to ride an ilu. Tsireya explained the concept of them to him, Rotxo over with Neteyam, and you and Ao'nung waiting back in case anyone needed any help (or to watch one of them fail).

You watched Lo'ak mount his ilu and make the bond, and as he dove your heads went underwater with the ilu, watching how he rather quickly was unmounted from the ilu, left behind and swimming back up. The ilu made a sound, all up in the boys face, as if it was taunting him.

You and Ao'nung howled in laughter, abdominal sore from how hard you were laughing. Even Tsireya put a hand to her mouth, unable to stop the quiet giggles leaving her mouth.

"You alright forrest boy?" Ao'nung was the first to speak up, teasing Lo'ak.

"You do know you're supposed to ride the ilu, right? And actually stay on it?" You added, clutching your stomach.

"Oh whatever!" Lo'ak's face burned with embarrassment, your teasing not making it any better. Yet, he couldn't help but feel as if it was worth it, getting to see that lovely smile of yours again.

You and Roxto didn't spend much time with the Sully siblings after that. You did your duty to teach them the clan's ways, and Ao'nung and Tsireya took the siblings to Ranteng Utralti, your clan's spirit tree so they could become part of the Metkayina. Not that you would admit it, but you almost missed Lo'ak's presence. His dumb remarks, or how he would stupidly try to impress you and then adorably fail. At the realization of liking to have him around you sat straight up, hitting yourself in the head lightly. What was wrong with you?

The next few days, you took some time to reflect. You were strolling around the reef when you stumbled upon Tsireya and Lo'ak. You felt bad for eavesdropping, but curiosity got the best of you. You heard something about Tsireya comforting him about his fingers, and you looked down in shame. You, foolishly, had teased him about his extra finger when he first came. You then wondered, had you driven the boy away with your cruel words?

You walked off, no longer interested in their conversation and falling into a hole of deep pity for yourself. It was pathetic, really. You had bullied the boy for what he couldn't pick up immediately, knowing he would have a hard time, since he was coming from a forrest environment. You commented on his different looks, and refused to praise him whenever he did something right. For eywa's sake, you didn't even stand up for him or his sister when Ao'nung picked a fight with them.

You'd spent so long convincing yourself you hated him, so why were you weeping his absence? It shouldn't have been that big of a deal, really. In fact, you should be happier, peaceful that his annoying voice isn't always with you.

Breaking you out of your thoughts, you heard a voice and turned around to see the very boy you couldn't get off your mind. "Hey, fish girl!"

"Go away, Lo'ak." You spoke over your shoulder, walking away from him, ignoring the fast beating of your heart.

"Hey! Y/n, cmon, don't be like that," He playfully called, grabbing ahold of your arm, seeing your sullen expression as you turned around to face him. "What's wrong?"

"Are you actually stupid?" You inquired harshly, taking him by surprise.

"Excuse you?"

"You heard me. Are you stupid or something?"

"I mean, I actually consider myself to be somewhat intelligent. Maybe I lack common sense half the time, but I wouldn't call myself stupid." He went on, making you roll your eyes.

"Lo'ak, shut up. Why do you keep hanging around me? Why are you always by my side?"

Blinking, the na'vi turned the tables on you. "You didn't get the memo, did you?"

"What mem- hey, don't change the subject. I was asking you a question."

"Truthfully, I think you're the stupid one," Lo'ak continued, ignoring your remark. "You think I didn't hear all the things you said about me? You said them right to my face. I know how you laughed every time I failed, how you grew annoyed at my constant joking."

"Pray tell, then why am I the stupid one?"

"Because you're so oblivious!" He shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. "Because you didn't notice! I'm always by your side for a reason! I try to impress you all the time. Despite all your nasty comments and insults, I still stick around."

"Yes, you're a moron for doing so." You plainly stated.

Groaning in frustration, Lo'ak (gently) grabbed your face, smashing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened at first, before you melted into the kiss, hands tugging at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He sighed into your mouth, eventually having to pull away for air.

"Get it now?"

"Mm, not quite. Might need another reminder." You called, your hand on his cheek to pull him in once more.

bonus !

Watching from afar, Ao'nung grimaced. "Yuck!" He shuddered, looking towards Neteyam. "I was right though, I told you y/n was only so harsh on him for a reason."

Amused by the whole situation, Neteyam chuckled, "Damn. Way to go, baby bro."

"Hey! That's my sister!" Roxto quietly shouted amongst the three of them, fake gagging at the sight. "This is disgusting. I'm actually going to vomit."

"Better get used to it," Ao'nung commented, glancing over at the two of you, still going at it. "They'll probably be sucking each others faces off every time we see them now."

"How are they still kissing? Don't they need to breathe or something?" Neteyam questioned curiously, laughing at his brother.

"I regret ever teaching him how to hold his breath so long." Roxto solemnly said.

"You guys are creeps." Kiri and Tsireya pitched in, walking by the group of boys.

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a/n — lowk reader was just another version of ao'nung 😭

#avatar x reader #avatar #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x y/n #lo'ak sully #lo'ak #lo'ak fluff #lo'ak fanfiction #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak imagine #lo'ak x you #— requests !#— answered

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lokisprettygirl · 11 months

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 18 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 19

Summary : The tension between you and Loki finally breaks.

Warning: 18+, Sex, smutty soft smut, heartbreak and angst, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink

Next morning you woke up and got ready for the day before you headed out of your room, you just had a plain, slightly loose white button up shirt on along with a pair of blue jeans, nothing fancy. When Loki saw you like that reminded him of the first day he had seen you in your apartment, this is exactly what you were wearing that day as well.

"Good morning" you said as you stepped inside the kitchen area, Darcy was there too so you greeted her as well and she was nothing but jolly about it. You were kind of hoping for her to be a bitch like Melisaa. God you had issues.

"What would you like to have?" Loki asked you so you looked around and decided to have pancakes, once your plates were readied you all stepped out of the area and sat down on the dining table.

"So y/n what do you do for a living?" Darcy asked you so you nervously told her that you worked at a gym.

"Oh my god that's why you look so fit, I love that" she said to you so you smiled. Yeah, you really wanted her to be just another bitch but it wasn't going to happen it seems.

"Where are Thor and Jane and other people?" You asked them,

"Can't say what those two are upto but–" Loki spoke but he was interrupted by Darcy before he could finish,

"Really? They must have had sex all night long, I'm surprised you guys didn't hear her screaming" Darcy commented and Loki shrugged before he chuckled.

"Well I did once and that is the reason why my chamber is soundproofed, nothing goes in or out of there" Loki told her, just watching them converse with each other made you feel awful, you two used to have such playful conversations. What went wrong?

"Rest of them are on separate floors so you won't be seeing them " he told you so you nodded. Darcy's phone has started to ring so she grabbed her plate and excused herself. You were thankful for that if you were being honest with yourself.

He smiled as your eyes met with him, he was sitting right in front of you on the other side of the table.

"Sooo ummm where are we going today?" You asked him.

"I have no idea, Lady Jane is supposed to be incharge of that"

"Ohhh" you mumbled before you spoke again "She seems nice"

"Jane?"

"Darcy"

His brows raised for a moment before he hummed in agreement, even though he had assured you last night, you still felt jealous and insecure about their friendship, especially because now things between you two weren't how they used to be. Sometimes you just wished to turn back the time and have him hiding in your apartment again, that way you were the only one who actually knew him but now everybody got to have a piece of him and just the thought made you feel so selfish.

"Ummm i guess I'll go stay in my room until then..see you lo" you got up once you were done eating. Last night you had decided to do something about this complicated situation between you two but as the morning arrived it seemed impossible, all those fears that you had shoved aside had resurfaced.

"Darling?" You halted in your spot as he called out for you. You turned around to look at him and you could see the sadness in his eyes.

"You want to ..watch a film with me?"

He asked you so you smiled, your heart fluttered at the question, ofcourse you wanted to spend the time with him but you felt too afraid of your feelings for him and him not reciprocating it. Even though he had literally poured his heart out for you last night you still felt unworthy of him.

"Yesss"

He got up and stepped closer to you before you two proceeded to walk towards his room. Your hands brushed against each other accidentally so you crossed them together in the front of your chest .

He just wanted to spend alone time with you, after last night when he came back to his room he couldn't fall asleep at all knowing that you were right here just a few steps away from him. All he wanted to do was to run back to you and sleep with you by his side, he wanted to be submerged in your embrace because he knew that was the only way he would want to sleep finally.

You both sat down on the couch in his room after he drew the blinds so the room was dark. Being here felt a little weird, your face flushed every time you looked at the bed. He turned the tv on and you weren't even twenty minutes into the movie when you felt his head dropping on your shoulder. You turned your head to the side and found him fast asleep, he told you he wasn't sleeping well so you really wanted him to get his nap before the sightseeing. You stayed like that for a few minutes but having him so close to you was killing you.

"Lokii" you called out his name softly and he barely hummed before his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into him, he slowly laid down and took you along with him, you didn't have much time to think, instead of having you on top of him he laid you on your side on the couch and then snuggled into you like he used to do, his hand went over your thigh and he wrapped it around his waist. That's exactly how he had cuddled you the first night, it had happened in the haze of a nightmare and in between sleep.

You were too far gone to ask him what he was doing so you just eased your arm under his neck and pulled him into you, your fingers scratched his scalp and you heard a soft little humming in response as he felt the caresses on his nape.

This is what had started the whole mess to begin with but gods if you didn't love the feeling of being able to hold him like this again.

You had no recollection when you fell asleep as well but you woke up to him staring at you.

"Ummm hii" you brought one of your hands up to rub your eyes, the action made him smile. Norns he had missed you more than anything. He flipped you underneath him, got on top of you making you chuckle nervously then he slowly sat up taking you along with him. He cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he got up and quickly headed to the bathroom to do god knows what.

What just happened?

When he came out, you went in just to see if you needed a touchup before going out.

Thor, Jane and Darcy were waiting in the living room for you two.

"What were you two upto?" Thor asked, he had a huge smirk on his face, your eyes met with her and she seemed a little upset. Did she like him?

"We watched a movie" you answered him. Jane had the whole day planned and as soon as you all had left the tower Loki has created a charm to cast an illusion so the people will not recognise any of you. To one another all of you looked the same but for the people outside of the group he had turned everyone into a different person, it was all magical, sometimes it was all too unreal for you to believe but you understood why he was doing this. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him again.

At first you visited the Central park, you had always seen it in movies so it was amazing being there for real, a bunch of pictures were clicked and you made sure to get some with Loki alone.

"Wow you're so photogenic lo" you said to him as you looked at the picture on the screen of the camera Jane had brought with herself.

"So are you" you smiled as you looked at him. You didn't find much time to spend alone with him unfortunately and you couldn't help but feel dreaded by the thought that you had to leave tomorrow. Things would go back to how they were yesterday.

After dinner at night when all of you returned to the tower, you were feeling extremely tired and there was this sinking feeling in your gut that you couldn't get rid of.

He escorted you to your room and all you wanted to do was ask him to stay, you wanted him to stay with you and you were going to say something when you saw Darcy running up to him.

"Loki I need your help with the paper, you promised" he looked at you as he squeezed his eyes shut, he had promised her yesterday to help with a dissertation she was writing, he had no clue you'd be here.

"I will see you in five minutes Darcy " he told her so she nodded and walked away then he turned his attention back to you.

"Professor Loki huhh" you chuckled to hide the disappointment you were feeling at the moment and it made him smile too "Ummmm I'll go take a shower and.. sleep i guess" you said to him as you twisted the knob of your door.

"Y/n" you looked at him as he said your name "I .." he opened his mouth to say something but words died in his throat, he couldn't stop staring at you, he couldn't stop thinking about pressing you up against the door and kissing you.

"You should go help her" you faked a smile but he seemed offended by it.

"Oh should I go do that now?"'

"I mean–" before you could finish your sentence he interrupted you. You were avoiding him since yesterday and he knew why but it still hurt him.

"I will leave"

Your eyes teared up as he said that before he turned around and walked out. You didn't want him to leave, of course not but you didn't know what to say to him or how to make him stay. You stepped inside your room and sighed at the turn of events.

It has been a long day so you took a shower and changed into a nightwear, you had a pajama on with a shirt that seemed too small for your size, it was brand new so maybe it needed a wash or two.

It was hard for you to stay still, he seemed upset by you and you didn't want to leave tomorrow when things were so tensed between you two. A knock on the door made you sprint towards it to see who it might have been.

"Lo" you mumbled as you looked at him, he still had the same clothes on, his hands were into his pockets. He stepped in your room as he walked past you, he still seemed upset.

"Why are you being this way?"

"Like what?" You asked him so he turned around and glared at you.

"So dismissive" you crossed your arms as he said that.

"What do you mean?"

"You did not share with me the news of your arrival and since yesterday you are trying to just–"

"Really? Really Loki? You haven't called me in a week before that, what were you expecting from me?" You raised your voice a little and he was even more upset now.

"You could have called me as well. Did you?" You looked at him shocked as you snickered.

"No I didn't. I fucking didn't you wanna know why?" His eyes softened and whatever anger he was feeling towards you melted as soon as he noticed your voice trembling "You broke my heart out of nowhere and it hit me like a rock. I was hurt, I am still hurt and I can't get over that. So when I don't hear from you and you don't get in touch with me for days and I see you spending all your time with someone else.. i just assume that you are done with me because that's how I have been made to feel before okayyyy?" He took a deep breath as you finished speaking, this conversation needed to happen sooner than this.

"I wanted you to come with me so I could keep you safe. Why didn't you just come with me darling?" His voice sounded defeated as he questioned you.

"It's not that easy, it's my life Loki, as much as it sucked I still had a life before you came. I can't just pack my bags and move with you to a place that doesn't feel like home to me and where people come to my face to remind me that I don't deserve to be even seen with you let alone be with you. I'm not built that way and I'm soo sorry for that but I love you and I don't think I can stop loving you and I don't want to be just your friend, I want more, i always did but you left, you left me lo"

He walked towards you as you cried furiously, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears before he made you look up at him.

"Who said that to you, hmmm?"

"It doesn't really matter if it's the truth"

"It is nowhere near to anything true my darling. Those mortals out there? They don't know you, I do. I know what you have done for me and how much you mean to me, It is me who knows that not a second goes by where you're not in my thoughts. I try to keep myself invested in other conversations just so I won't have to think about you but I fail even then because I see you in every face, i crave for your touch on my skin and your sweet words in my ears, this morning just having you around me made me feel safe, i felt secured enough to fall asleep because I knew you were there by my side.. so please do not allow anyone to fill your head with such false notions that you belong anywhere but with me right here" you sniffled as he finished speaking.

Your constant need for assurance was one of the reasons why you didn't have anyone sticking around for you but he was still here right? He still wanted to be here but this wasn't just enough, you wanted more, you wanted all of him.

"I can't do this lo..I don't want to be without you, I want to find a way, I need to find a way because someday I don't want to lose you completely to someone else" You grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from your cheeks to take a step away from him "I should have said no" you crossed your arms as you said that, making his heart anxious again. What did you mean?

"No to what?" He looked at you confused and slightly scared.

"That day when you came to me and told me that you wanted to be just friends again i should have said no..i should have fought for us but instead of comforting you and easing that fear of yours i allowed my insecurities to ruin us even more" fresh tears filled his eyes as he heard that. He wished you would have said no. He smiled at the thought of you just refusing to break up with him, it was something only you could have done, probably you two might have cuddled and made up the very next moment.

"I am sorry my darling, I am sorry i have tainted our relationship with that decision but I am still where I was that day, losing you forever is not something I can afford, I can't live in a world where you don't exist"

"They don't have to know, the people out there, not just yet lo, we can go back to being how we were because we were so happy together" your voice choked on your tears because of the pain you had been feeling since the day he had left.

"We were so happy together and I want us to be happy again, I need you to be happy with me my sweetheart, I never wanted to hurt you so cruelly" he said to you so you nodded and crossed your arms together.

"So we just, ummm, go back to being friends who kiss sometimes and do other stuff, you are going to be all mine and I..well we will be patient with each other as we figure out how we are going to deal with these problems that we have and we won't leave each other no matter what happens okay?"

His heart fluttered as you said that, he had hurt you so much these past few days, he didn't even want to think how often you must have cried when you were all alone, he knew now that you must have tortured yourself with the self deprecating thoughts where you didn't feel enough for him and he hated himself knowing that he was the one to make you doubt your worth like that.

"I would love that" you looked at him shocked as he said that.

"Okay"

You put your hand forward so he chuckled before he shook on it gently.

"I have a flight at 12 in the afternoon..you want to see me off?"

"Or you just ditch that and fly alongside Thor?"

"I'm scared by his Mobonil, it's like being on the scariest rollercoaster " he chuckled as you said that.

"I promise you it's safer than that aircraft you will be on"

You took a deep breath as he said that.

"Okay" he walked towards you and cupped your cheeks and you thought he was going to kiss you so you placed your fingers on his lips.

"I just need some time to myself in order to adjust my heart to this again" he smiled as you said that.

"Alright my lady, you should get your sleep"

You nodded as he walked past you, you desperately wanted to kiss him but you needed a moment to fully absorb the situation, it felt too good to be true.

You heard your door shutting as he walked out, that's when you sat down on your bed and took a long deep breath. You didn't come here thinking things would work in your favor because they never really did.

After contemplating over it you literally yelled fuck it to yourself and stormed out, you basically ran towards his room, hoping you won't bump into anyone else. You waited impatiently as you knocked on his door and a moment later you were met with his beautiful face, he had no shirt on, his cheeks were still flushed with the tears but he didn't seem sad anymore, how did you manage to make a god like him fall in love with you?

"I don't need time" you jumped into his arms to kiss him and he immediately closed the door, there's no way you were going to spend the night sleeping in separate beds.

He put you down on his bed, the kiss never breaking in the process, his hands caressed upwards from your thighs to your torso before he placed them on your erect nipples and you felt his thumbs stroking each of them slowly, the gesture made you gasp and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your warm mouth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and he let go of your lips to allow you to breathe but he moved down towards your neck, he had to keep touching you to believe that this wasn't just a dream, he was so afraid to wake up all alone again. God you have missed his cold body against yours so badly.

"Looo" you mumbled meekly so he looked at you, his hair were all messed up and falling on your face so you tucked them behind his ears slowly..

"Fuckk me please" his eyes darkened with lust but he was also taken by surprise.

"You want me to do what?"

"I want you To fuckkk me right now lo, i need your cock so deep inside of me that I would feel it for days"

His cock hardened immediately as you said that, the sensuous tone of your voice was enough. Did he plan to have sex with the woman of his dreams tonight ? Absolutely not but he did want it more than anything else at this moment.

His fingers wrapped around the hem of your shirt so you arched your back and allowed him to take it off your body, you were not wearing anything underneath. His room was dimly lit and you were thankful for that, this felt sexy and it felt right, for once you actually wanted to be taken by the man you had on top of you, you wanted him to fuck you over and over again until you're both sated. The constant heat you shared with him was unbelievable, you were done taking it slow.

You pulled his trousers down and as soon as you had his plump cheeks under your palm you couldn't help but squeeze them, he moaned out loud as you brought one of your hands forward and grabbed his cock to stroke him slowly..

"Goddd you are magnificent Loki, you're the prettiest thing I have ever known" you bit on your lips as you looked down, his cock felt warm in your hand and he twitched with every little stroke of your fist.

He had his face hidden between the crook of your neck, his thumb caressed your bare nipples before he lowered down and sucked on them gently, you didn't know how you still haven't passed out.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pajama so you lifted your hips up and he pulled it down your legs, taking your underwear along with it. He had never seen you so completely bare like this before and now he knew he was too ruined to not see you like this every night.

He slipped his hand between your legs to part them slowly, every inch of your skin tingled with anticipation of what was about to happen, you also felt a little scared because it's been a long time since you had done this.. you didn't want to disappoint him. Your fingers clutched onto his shoulders as he rubbed your wet lips slowly, his thumb moved in circles over your clit and you instantly felt the sensation building, nobody has ever made you feel this way before and now you know why.

They never had a chance to begin with.

"Looo pleasee..baby.. please i love you" you whined as you grabbed his cock in your fist again and lined it up to your entrance, the desperation you were showing him almost made him cum, before he could enter he waved his fingers and he had a condom wrapped around his cock.

"Why did you have that lo?" His face flushed as you questioned him,

"I have been carrying it in my vault since we became more than friends" you chuckled as he said that. You would have asked him if he was sleeping with other people but a part of you knew the answer already. Even though he had no obligation towards you in the last few weeks you just knew that he was still loyal to you and that sort of trust you had in him came naturally, even with all the issues and insecurities you had you were able to trust him like that.

"I love you Princess, I have never nor will I ever love again so deeply the way I love you" you gasped and moaned at the same time as he entered you in own quick motion. His cock stretched you out in an obscene manner.

"Yesss goddd yesss please" you bit on his right shoulder as his hips moved slowly against you and the action only fired him up even more. His cock touched places you didn't even know existed in you, sure you had sex but you have never been fucked so tenderly before, he was making love to you but he was also making sure that you'd be ruined forever for anyone else, he wanted you to know that nobody will ever make you feel as good as he could.

With every rhythmic thrust of his hips your breasts jiggled, the room was filled with the sound of his cock slamming against your wanting cunt, how come a mortal had such an effect on him? Why was he so malleable in your presence? He wanted to give you the world but he also wanted to corrupt you to your limits.

"I'm close baby..I'm so close" your voice again came out so whiny and that made him smile, he knew you had never came this way before so his heart soared that he was the first man who had been able to pleasure you this way.

"I know you are, I can feel you clench around me so desperately, let it go sweet thing, I got you …i got you"

The dam broke as he whispered in your ear, you knew sex would be different with him, you also knew you'd never be able to look at him the same again but you didn't know how cathartic it would feel to have his cock twitching inside you as you came, he was holding on for you and as soon as you had shattered he did too, it's been a long time since he had done this too, it's been years and he couldn't have been happier that it was with you. You wished you had the pleasure of him filling you up but you didn't want to take that risk just yet.

There were several things that needed to be discussed.

He placed his head down on your chest as he tried to catch up his breaths, it was easier for him to recover than it was for you. Godly stamina and all you figured.

He looked at you as he pressed his head up and you could only smile, then that smile turned into a laughter.

"That was…out of this world..God what was that?" You mumbled so he smiled and kissed you softly.

"Get used to it" he whispered between the kiss before he pulled out of you slowly "I will be back in a minute" you nodded as he got off you and you gawked at his toned behind as he walked away. A moment later he was back with a wet towel in his hand to clean you up, you felt well and truly fucked at the moment

"I have never had something so long and girthy inside me before.. going to feel it later" you said teasingly and he looked at you, the sly smile told you that he was pleased by the comment.

He made the towel disappear before he conjured a knitted blanket and wrapped it around you, it was black in color and he probably chose that color because you loved it. You propped up on your elbows to look at the material, just a look was enough to tell you that it was handmade, it was so soft and warm and you needed it because his room was extremely cold but then you remembered something,

"Lo?"

"Mmm" he mumbled as you questioned him

"Did you make this?"

"I did"

This is what he was making that day when you had caught him knitting.

"Thank you..it's so beautiful"

"It is?" His brows furrowed, he was always a little embarrassed of this particular interest of his, mainly because he was always ridiculed for having such a feminine interest to begin with.

"It's gorgeous.. just like you are.. i might get greedy and ask you to make more stuff for me" he smiled before he kissed you lovingly. He was going to sleep like a baby tonight.

"From now on you must get whatever you desire my princess"

Next morning you woke up slightly sore but utterly sated in every possible way. You two stood under the shower and in order to distract yourself from feeling insecure about your body in the daylight you grabbed the body wash and lathered it all around his chest but the water washed it off quickly so he turned the shower off.

You wanted to play with him and he wasn't going to deny you that. He had his arms placed on the wall behind you and his lips sucked on your neck softly so you were essentially trapped. Every inch of his muscle seemed to be carved with perfection, you could count every muscle. You rubbed the liquid soap on his back before your hands wandered and you palmed his plump ass, you felt his muscles flexing under your touch.

He sucked in a breath before he pulled away, you looked up at him so innocently but he could read the naughty thoughts you had in your head really well.

You brought your hand forward slowly, squeezed a dollop of body wash between your hands and grabbed his cock, the moan he let out was made of dreams, that particular sound will continue to haunt your lonely nights for eternity.

"Feels good baby?" You questioned you as you stroked him up and down slowly and he only hummed in response, one of your arms wrapped around his neck and he leaned down into you to hide his face between your neck then he went back to sucking on the soft skin. Your fingers traced the vein that ran on the underside of his cock from top to bottom, he was all natural down there and at this point everything about him turned you on beyond limits, even the coarse hair that trailed from his lower belly to the base of his cock was driving you crazy with dirty filthy thoughts, you wanted to go down on your knees and have your face stuffed between his legs to pleasure him.

"Darling pleasee don't stop .. please don't stop touching me"

He was so tall and intimidating but at this moment he just seemed so small as he moaned so desperately and begged you to keep touching him like this. All you wanted to do was take care of him in every possible way.

"I won't stop baby..you're such a good boy aren't you?" his arms wrapped around your waist as you said that to him. You didn't know where it came from but you knew he liked that, of course he did, he loved being coddled so it didn't really come as a surprise that he enjoyed being told how good he was being.

"You look so pretty like this, you know that?" You whispered in his ear and he squirmed in your hold, he finally lifted his head up and kissed you deeply while your hands continued to fondle him brazenly.

You increased your pace and he couldn't control himself anymore, his head pulled backwards as he enjoyed the sensations building, you watched in awe and felt hypnotized by the beauty in front of you. His mouth stayed open as strings of moans escaped his throat, he had no right to look this gorgeous, the veins in his neck strained as he was driven closer and closer to his release, he was a putty in your hands and he didn't think he wanted to be anything else. You felt his cock pulsing in your grip and you knew he was so close so you gripped his hair between your fist and pulled him closer to you to whisper in his ear

"Cum for me sweet boy"

That was his undoing, he grabbed onto the shower head above him as he came hard, you had his cock angled towards your torso and there wasn't an inch of your skin he hadn't painted with his cum. His knees felt weak and his body seemed to float with the feeling, he didn't think he would have survived this if he was just a mere mortal. You had a god like him crumble so easily with just your hands, he couldn't even imagine how good it would feel to be inside your mouth.

Once he came back to his senses, you smiled at him. Cupping his cheeks you kissed him as passionately as you could, you just wanted him to know that he was safe with you and he was free to be whosoever he wanted to be with you. You loved being his safe haven, his confidante, you loved knowing that he trusted you in this manner because you knew he wouldn't allow anyone else to see him in such a state.

Somehow you both were finally able to get out of the shower and get dressed, as you walked hand in hand into the dining room you noticed how Jane and Thor had the biggest smiles on their faces. However you did notice the saddened look on Darcy's face. You didn't need more confirmation that she was into him and she wasn't to blame because you didn't think anyone in the world could ever be strictly friends with him, you were just hoping it wasn't that serious and that she would get over it soon because you didn't want him to lose another friend. After everything that he has been through, he deserved to have people around him who genuinely cared about him.

"Congratulations buddy" she said to him and his face flushed in response.

You had to catch the flight soon but Thor insisted that he'd drop you and you won't have to waste that many hours in the plane. You were hesitant but Loki convinced you.

"I'll see you in one hour, i have to go attend this meeting but I promise I will be there" he said to you as you all reached the roof of the tower so Thor could take you back home.

"Okay come soon, I love you pretty boy" you whispered in his ear as you hugged him, the blush on his cheeks was apparent in the stark daylight.

When you came back to your apartment you couldn't stop smiling, you weren't used to things working out for you, you just wanted to twirl and dance because of the happiness you were feeling.

There was a sealed envelope in front of the main door, someone had slipped it from outside, you figured that it must have been Mrs Geller, she probably picked up your mails so you grabbed the envelope to see who it was from but it was completely blank, there was no name or address which confused you so you quickly tore the envelope and found a note in there. Your blood ran cold and goosebumps formed all over your skin as you read the content of the note and you had a feeling who it was from, the paper slipped from your hands as you read it over and over again, the implication of those words made you shiver with fear.

"Come back, I miss watching you sleep"

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Note : I know the smut came out of nowhere but that's exactly how it was planned in my head since beginning, i needed it to be this way for their first time, remember it's been like more than 7 months since they had known each other and taking it slow was not working anymore 😄

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.. i may or may not have accidentally deleted this-. I deleted the wrong post okay 😭😭

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tf141 + Valeria w/ reader who HATES physical touch but craves it so muchhhh- had trauma from when they were a kid and need the affection they should've received when they were younger, but gets memories from their childhood.

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost was like you too. He had trauma from a young age, due to his abusive father. He too also was traumatized. But he refused to have the need of affection. He's cut off from what makes him happy. He claims he doesn't need it. He doesn't need friendships, especially on the field. But, once he met you and the 141. Things changed. Things always change. You and the task force showed him that.

So, whenever you need a cuddle buddy. Ghost is always available, even if he doesn't want it. He doesn't mind. He'll groan and complain. But as long as it makes you happy and at ease. Then his personal space can be sacrificed for your happiness and peace. He's heard you ramble about your past too. He can't help but feel empathy for you.

Although he did too have it bad, you were younger. He felt bad that he couldn't help you back then. But he knew he couldn't change the past. So he focused on helping you right now, in the present. Even if it changed his reputation a tad bit. He didn't mind.

So, when you had knocked on his door one night. He knew what was up. You needed physical affection. You needed to know that he was here for you. You needed his touch. Something to ground you. Anything, something. He opened the door wider, letting you know you could come in.

You went to go sit on his bed. It was unmade. You knew he was sleeping. You woke him up. "I'm sorry." Was all you said. Ghost sighed. "It's fine, you don't need to apologise for something you can't handle. I know that feeling." Your eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to cry.

Ghost shushed you. "Hey, no. It's ok. C'mere." Ghost laid down on the bed, pulling you to him. Immediately, you grasped onto his shirt. Crying into his shirt you told him. You told him your trauma. What happened to you, when you were a kid. You told him everything. Everything spilled out of your mouth. All he did was rub your back and look up to the ceiling. He let you talk about everything. It helped.

Slowly, you fell asleep. With all you had done in the night. It tired you. Ghost made sure that you would fall asleep before him. Making sure he knew everything. What he could do when you panicked. He let you cry into his shirt. Even if he was uncomfortable, he let you.

John Soap Mactavish:

Soap was always ready to open his arms for a cuddle session. Even if it leads to you falling asleep and having his arm fall asleep. Even if he needs the bathroom, he'll stay with you. For the whole time. But, what he didn't know. Was that you had trauma. From your childhood. He always thought you just didn't like him at the start. Always flinching away from his touch.

So, when you were both alone in a room. Waiting for a briefing to start. He asked you. "Do you hate me?"

Of course that surprised you. He didn't mean to surprise you. But the question was bugging him intensely. He needed to know. If you hated him, that was fine. He just needed to know. Whether to keep distance between the both of you or not.

"No. I don't hate you, why?" Why did he think that? You had no clue. "Well, you always flinch away from me and avoid me.. A lot." Oh. So that was why he thought you hated him.

You sighed. "I have..... memories. From my childhood. Uh, childhood trauma. So, I don't really... like touch. Especially when it's unexpected, sorry." Soap felt horrible. He didn't know. He should've asked you earlier. "Uh, sorry kid. Didn't know you had trauma. I'll, uh. Stop.." Soap trailed off.

You didn't really want for him to stop the physical affection. It made you feel like you were loved. "I.. I don't mind. I just, need a heads up." You didn't mind at all. "You sure? You don't have to feel forced."

This made you feel like you were trapped in a corner. You couldn't say you didn't like him, because you didn't. You couldn't say you hated his touch, you liked it. You couldn't say anything without being backed more into a corner. So, with that. You got up from where you sat and walked over to him. You hugged him. The hug was a bit awkward. But you made it work.

Captain John Price:

You were the youngest member in the 141. So, that ended up having John as your father figure. He treated you like you were blood related and as if he knew you from birth. But, when John had overheard a conversation between you and another about your childhood trauma.

He couldn't help but feel he needed to step up his game. He needed to let you know that you weren't alone. That you didn't need to suffer by yourself from your trauma. John knew what childhood trauma would do to people. It would change them, drastically. He knew that both you and Ghost had trauma.

John wanted to change it. Change your trauma. But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried. He hated it. So, when one day you knocked on his door during the night. He wasn't really surprised. Price got up from his office chair and opened the door. Looking down at you, he sighed. Moving the door wider, he gave you the signal to come in.

"I know why you're here." Was all he said as he went to light up a cigarette. "You... You knew?" He sighed, taking a drag of his nasty cigarette. Tilting his head slightly back and letting the air become infused with his cigarette.

"Yeah. Well, I don't know what exactly happened. But I can tell. It wasn't on your file, trust me. I just saw you, and knew immediately that you had trauma." Oh. Well, you hoped he was telling the truth that it wasn't on your file. You don't think you've told anyone in detail about what happened.

"You don't need to tell me." He said as he made eye contact with you, taking another drag of his cigarette. Price shuffles around to grab something from the cabinet of his desk. "Here, I have a copy of your file. If you don't believe me. You can check it." Of course you believed him. But you couldn't take any chances.

When he placed down the file you grabbed it. Opening it up, all it said was your height, weight, gender, profile, role, etc. Nothing about your childhood. Nothing about you having trauma. You sighed, thank goodness.

Price interrupted the silence. "If you ever need to talk about it or if you have a nightmare or whatever. Don't hesitate to knock on my door. Even if you wake me up." You looked up at him and smiled. He was like a father. A great one. "Thanks." Was all you said before you got up and left. Closing the door behind you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

Gaz is friendly. Very, friendly. So he was always touchy and close by. He didn't know of your trauma. He never noticed how you'd slightly cringe whenever he or someone else got too close or got touchy with you. He was a happy little furball. Everyone enjoyed his personality. You did as well. But, it was just that he always wanted to hug you or pat your shoulder. He liked physical touch, while you. On the other hand, absolutely hated it.

So, when it was just you two. When he was patting your shoulder, you blurted out. "I don't like you touching me." So, of course. Gaz was taken aback and instantly took back his hand and swung his hand to his side. "Oh, sorry." He looked embarrassed when you blurted it out.

"I.. I have trauma, from when I was a child. I don't hate you, it's just.." You trailed off. "Oh. I'm, uh. Sorry. I didn't know." Not many people knew, only a handful of people actually knew why.

"I don't... I don't really mind it, when you tell me.. It's just.. I need to be told when you touch me." Gaz's mouth formed an O. "Oh, yeah no that's fine. I get where you're coming from, it's fine pal." Gaz laughed.

"Thanks." Was all you said before you went to hug him. Gaz let out a surprised noise. He took a moment before laughing and wrapping his arms around you, smiling into your hair.

He really was a happy little furball.

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro was oblivious to your trauma. He always had an arm around your shoulder. He didn't know. You always curled into yourself when he slung his arm over your shoulders. You didn't like him doing that. You wanted to tell him that. But how would he react? Would he care? Would he stop? You didn't know. You wanted to know. But, did you?

One day you followed Alejandro. Followed him into an empty room. You had to tell him. Otherwise this would go on for ages. Until you tell him. It's now or never. You needed to tell him.

"Hey.. Uhm, Alejandro. I need to tell you something..." It was sudden, yes. But you couldn't help it. "Hm?" Alejandro hummed out in response.

"Uhm, I'd.. So, you know how you, uhm. Sling your arm around my shoulders?" Better to say it now than later. "Ay, I do."

"I'd rather you, to.. uh.. Not.. do that?- Like, I mean if it's fine with you. I mean, if you say no, I-" Alejandro cut you off. "Sure! I don't mind, do you mind telling me why thought?" Well that was awfully easy.

"Uhm, my childhood wasn't.. really the best.." Alejandro nodded. "Alright then, I'll stop. You don't need to tell me anything else. I don't mind." Quick and easy, alright then.

"Thanks, Alejandro." You say as you go to hug him. All he did was chuckle in response and wrap his arms around you. "On one condition." Oh lord. This most likely won't go very well...

You hesitated and slowly nodded. "You tell me whenever someone gets too close to you or touch you without your permission, deal?" That was unexpected.. "Yeah, deal... Thanks Alejandro.." You say as you bury you face into his shirt smiling to yourself, happy that things went smoothly.

Valeria Garza:

Valeria didn't do phsyical touch. She just didn't. But she did notice how you would flinch away from someone when they got too close or tried to touch you. She never said anything though. If you didn't tell her she just assumed you would deal with it yourself. Plus, she could just be misunderstanding things. Although, Valeria rarely misunderstood things. Ah, but oh well. If you didn't tell her then it's not necessarily her problem.

When you had knocked on her door during one afternoon, she was quite busy. So, when you heard a muffled 'Come in!' from the other side of the door. You opened the wooden door. Valeria looked up from her stack of papers and up to you. Dropping her pencil, she looks up to you. Expecting you to start the conversation first. "Uhm, Valeria. Someone has been, uhm..." You hesitate. Valeria sighs and rubs her temples. "Hurry up and finish you sentence. You're wasting my time." She responds irritated.

"Uh, someone has been.. Touching me, and I don't really.. Like to be touched, uhm." Oh god. This is not going well. "And why don't you like being touched?" Valeria pushed.

"Uhm, my childhood wasn't.... good.." You looked towards the floor, a bit embarrassed. "Name?" Valeria blurts out.

You look up back to her with a questioning look, slighty tilting your head. "Their name. The person who has been bothering you?" Oh, that makes sense. "Uhm, I don't know their name, but they were outside your room.. Uhm, three days ago?" You had no idea, all you knew was that you didn't want them near you again.

"Alright, I'll get to it." She says as she stands up. "Stay in here while I go handle some... business." With that, she leaves. Closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

For the next couple of weeks, you never saw them. Your guessing they're never seeing you again ever as well.

Whenever you and Valeria were together she always was paying attention to you. Especially when you're around others. When some person touched you on your shoulder, lets just say... You never noticed them hanging around anymore.

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request - georg and reader getting into a fight about girls flirting with him right before a show, georg says something that makes her insecure and he goes home to comfort her hours later.

a/n: guys someone requested this prompt, i accidentally posted it unfinished, and then accidentally privated it so it’s gone forever. please forgive me if i left out some details you wanted. 🥹

“[insert name], do you realize this wouldn’t even be a problem if you didn’t make it one? has that ran through your head yet?”

the sound of the two going back and forth for the past ten minutes could be heard over the roaring crowd to anyone backstage, since they weren’t really trying their hardest to keep quiet.

“are you fucking kidding me georg? this would’ve still been an unspoken problem if i didn’t bring it to your ass!” you shouted, raising your hands in his face momentarily. “besides if i didn’t get to it, you know interviewers would have loved to take that headline.” a sarcastic smile spreading across your face at the idea as you dramatically rolled your eyes.

standing in-front of the vanity, you pulled a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lighting it with a shaky hand from using energy to yell at your air headed boyfriend.

a rushed gust of smoke left your mouth before you pressed the cigarette in again to inhale a stronger hit. watching you shake your head and tap your foot in aggravation, georg decided to end the conversation before someone got hurt.

with a sarcastic smile shot back your way he finally remarked, “well i didn’t get with you so you could worry about headlines and shit [insert name]. but if you’re worried about that kinda thing i’ll probably be better off without you.”

this comment made your chest hurt more than the nicotine as you watched him pick up his guitar, throwing the band over his shoulder before reaching for his water. and almost like it was on cue, gustav popped his head inside the quiet room hesitantly to announce the start of their show before throwing a innocent smile your way.

once the door shut back georg was finished picking up his water, but while making his exit he made one last comment that broke you.

“besides, i’d take a nosy ass interviewer as a girlfriend then your annoying ass any day.”

and with that he was gone. leaving you alone with everything he said mixed with your depressing thoughts.

you thought about staying momentarily, because georg always liked to see you after his performances, but you decided against it before all your emotions spilled out in the back of this theater.

standing in your bathroom mirror you tugged at your hair, pulling with frustration while the tears falling onto your chest seemed to make it ache more.

you couldn’t sum up the amount of pain you felt, all the elaborate ideas of what georg could be doing with a girl in that moment washing through your head.

with a final look at your recked face, you stepped out of the bathroom to throw your self onto your bed, slipping off your jeans and leaving nothing but a oversized tokio hotel T-shirt on as you called it a night.

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the sound of keys rattling could be heard echoing into the bedroom, but it didn’t wake her, neither did the sound of georgs boots stepping against the dark oak floors.

stepping into their shared room, he grew confused at his sleeping girlfriend who would usually be up around the time as it was only about 11:30.

kicking his boots off anyway, he switched from the distressed pants to a pair of raggedy sweat pants and a throw away top to lay in with bed his girlfriend.

he threw his arm ontop of her waist, only for it to be retracted back to him quickly after. his eyebrows ruffled together, the sound of the sheets wrinkling told you he was scooting closer. “babe..?” he asked, unsure if were awake or asleep at this point.

“leave me alone georg.”

“what’s wrong honey?”

silence.

pressing his lips together impatiently, he took it upon himself to twist your body towards him to give himself a view of your sleeping’ face. he was met with your puffy tired eyes looking back at him though.

“hi pretty baby.” he whispered, moving loose hair away from your face before noticing the puffy under your eyes. immediately concern washed over his face, “baby why were you crying? what happened?”

before she could even speak, the tears spoke for her by running down her face. with a croaked voice she mumbled, “am i not enough for you georg?”

“what? of course you are, you are more then enough.” pulling your towards him to embrace you as your head lay on his firm chest. “you’re quite literally more than i deserve.”

a/n: ..so i found out i kinda suck writing long moments of fluff today. 🌝 hope you enjoyed anyway.

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Love Like Ghosts - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You knew the empty house in a quiet neighborhood was too good to be true, but you were so desperate to get out of your tiny apartment that you didn't care, and now you find yourself sharing space with something inhuman and immensely powerful. As you struggle to coexist with a ghost whose intentions you're unsure of, you find yourself drawn unwillingly into the upside world of spirits and conjurers, and becoming part of a neighborhood whose existence depends on your house staying exactly as it is, forever.

But ghosts can change, just like people can. And as your feelings and your ghost's become more complex and intertwined, everything else begins to crumble.

Cross-posted to Ao3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Chapter 1

There’s something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it. Rent in the city you live in is so goddamn fucking high that it was either keep living with the worst roommates in existence or find a way out to the suburbs. But the suburbs are wall-to-wall McMansions, so far out of your price range that calling it a bad joke would be an insult to both concepts. All except this one single neighborhood. And within this one single neighborhood, this one single house.

You knew there had to be a reason it hadn’t sold. You’re not an idiot. So you did your research, like the law student you wanted to be before your loans from undergrad kicked in, and found absolutely nothing. No murders in the house’s history. No accidental deaths. No urban legends about curses and creepy children living in the walls. You even went so far as to track down a previous owner, who was perfectly nice, and perfectly willing to talk about the three weeks he spent living there before he sold it and ran for the hills.

No, he said, he didn’t hear anything. Or see anything. No strange accidents or unstable floorboards. There were no strange bumps in the night or objects left out of place. Just a constant, ever-present feeling that he was being watched.

Carbon monoxide leak, maybe. When the pre-purchase inspection happened, you made them check that twice. And for toxic mold. But there was nothing. Just an old house in a too-big lot at the end of a quiet street, hemmed in by the wetlands on three sides. A total steal. You couldn’t believe that no one had bought it.

People come close, your realtor told you on your last walk-through. One time I had a lady come all the way to the end of escrow before she backed out.

Why’d she back out? you asked idly. Your realtor made a face. She didn’t say?

Oh, she said all right. Said something was wrong. That it didn’t like her. The realtor scoffed. It doesn’t like or not like anybody. It’s a house.

He said that, but you could tell he didn’t believe it, and because of that, you asked him if you could finish the walkthrough alone. He left reluctantly, clearly concerned that you were going to back out of the sale, too. You weren’t planning on it. You just wanted to see if there was something you were missing, if everybody else who hadn’t bought this house had picked up on something you didn’t. You walked from room to room, picturing where you’d eat, where you’d sleep, where you’d set up your office when you finally went to law school and got licensed and set up your own practice. You didn’t feel anything wrong, even when you sat down in front of the fireplace and played devil’s advocate one last time, trying to talk yourself out of signing the papers. It was just a house. Your house.

When you came down the front steps, your realtor was leaning against his car, looking more than a little dejected. His face fell when he saw you coming. Change your mind?

You shook your head. Give me the papers, you said. And I’ll need a pen.

Moving in took you one weekend. Less, even. Living in tiny apartments through college and your first few years on the job didn’t give you much room to accumulate pointless stuff, as much as you might have liked gathering little trinkets as a kid. It took you one and a half trips to move all the important stuff, and then it was just you yourself. You, yourself, and your dog.

Looking back, you definitely should have brought Phantom with you to check things out before you signed the papers. In horror movies, dogs are always the first ones to figure things out. But when you hooked up Phantom’s leash and let her out of the car to sniff around, she didn’t react at all beyond how dogs usually react to arriving in a new place – sniffing everything, picking up everything in her mouth, yanking at the leash until you let her tow you around the front yard. When she clambered up the steps to flop down on the porch, you breathed a sigh of relief. Phantom liked it here. You liked it, too.

And you still like it, three and a half weeks after you moved in. In fact, you think you might like it more than you did when you moved in. That’s not a surprise, really – your main criteria in buying a house was that it was a house, and not an apartment you have to share. Sure, your commute in to work sucks now, but it’s worth it when you get to come home to somewhere quiet. No terrible music. No terrible perfume or makeup smears on the bathroom counter. No rotting food in the fridge or moldy dishes in the sink. Nobody’s having very loud, very kinky sex in the room next to yours all night, because there’s no room next to yours – and there’s nobody in your house but you. You sort of wish you’d done the home ownership thing a while ago. It would have saved you a lot of stress.

“It’s kind of perfect, actually,” you say to your friend over FaceTime. “Really perfect. I wish you could come see it.”

“Yeah, me too. But you know how it is. Loans.”

“Loans,” you agree. “The downpayment on this place basically cleaned me out. If anything goes wrong I’m going to have to start selling my organs.”

Your friend laughs. “Start with plasma. You can replace that easier.”

“Or feet pics. I don’t have to replace those at all.”

She laughs, and so do you, and the sound echoes through your house. “Listen to that,” your friend marvels. “It must be dead quiet there.”

Quiet, sure – but over the past three weeks, you’ve noticed that the house feels alive even when nobody’s making noise on purpose. You can hear Phantom’s toenails clicking on the floor in the living room and remind yourself to get a rug. And a couch. You’re doing laundry, and the sound it makes is comforting. The hum of the fridge is, too. “I don’t mind,” you say. “I like it here. The only problem is the dust.”

The house has been empty for years by now, so it makes sense that there’s a lot of dust. You knew that going in, and you’re still slightly horrified at the clouds that come up every time you touch a surface that you haven’t dusted earlier that day. “We’ll just call you Cinderella,” your friend jokes, and you scowl. “Or not. Sheesh, lighten up. And throw a housewarming party! Get some real noise in there.”

“We’ll see,” you say. The idea of letting people you work with know where you live is frankly upsetting. And so is this conversation, honestly. You don’t know where the frustration’s coming from, but you’ve got to get off the phone. “I have to go. Phantom’s eating something and I need to fish it out. Love you.”

“Love y-”

You end the call and drop your phone screen-down on the table. The frustration you felt before is ebbing already, and with it comes relief – and confusion. You know you’ve got a bit of a temper, but you never let it out on friends, and you keep it hidden at work. Even at home you’re careful. You got Phantom from a rescue, and too much banging around or sharp words stresses her out. So why did you get so close there? Is the fairytale thing really that upsetting? Were you really that pissed at the idea of letting someone else in your house? Why?

Because it’s yours. It’s your place, where you don’t have to make excuses for anything you’re doing, where you can do whatever you want. God knows you worked hard to be able to have this place. You’re going to enjoy it the way you want to enjoy it. Nobody else gets a say.

The weird mood clings to you through the afternoon and into the evening. Of course it’s a Sunday, which means you’ve burned through the last of your weekend being mad at a friend over nothing. You could keep moping, or you could try to get out of it. You pick door number two and head out to the back porch with Phantom.

You didn’t pay much attention to the yard when you bought the house. You were more interested in the bigger stuff, like making sure it wasn’t haunted or cursed. But the yard is – nice. Or it will be nice, once you get your shit together and start pulling weeds. You got rid of anything that might make Phantom sick, but you’ve let everything else run wild, and the blackberry bushes along the border to the wetlands grow so high you can’t even see the fence. You did check and make sure there was a fence, of course. Phantom is pretty docile, but it’s hard to trust the judgment of a dog who chews on her own feet and sleeps upside down.

She looks like she’s having fun, though. She’s doing that thing dogs do, where they clearly want to take off at high speed but can’t decide which direction to go. Maybe you should help her out. You pick up her ball out of her toybox and wave it to get her attention. “Come on, Phantom! Go get it! Get your ball!”

She starts running before you’ve even thrown it, and you call her back, laughing. “Come here, you. I’ve still got it. Wait –”

She prances in place, ears pricked and tail wagging. “Wait – okay, go! Go get it!”

You chuck the ball and she takes off after it at full speed, catching it on the run and depositing it back at your feet covered in grass and slime. You remind yourself that slime is part of having a dog. You pick it up and throw it again, and again. On the third throw, Phantom stops mid-chase and freezes in the middle of the yard.

You’ve never seen her do that before. “Phantom,” you say, but she doesn’t turn. “Phantom, leave it. Come here.”

She doesn’t move. She whines, cowers, wiggles a few steps backwards – and then the biggest coyote you’ve ever seen springs out of the darkness, jaws wide open and ready to close on Phantom’s throat.

Phantom turns and bolts, but she’s not fast enough. Its jaws close on her hind leg and she howls. “No,” you shout, your voice somehow strident and shrill at the same time. You pick up the nearest thing you can find – your phone, totally useless – and bounce it off the coyote’s head. It snarls and lets go of Phantom, who limps back to your side, making the worst sounds you’ve ever heard in your life. You can’t help but try to calm her, even as the coyote prowls closer, even as you watch your dog’s blood drip from its teeth. “Sweet baby. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

The coyote’s going to bite you. You’re going to live with that. But while it’s biting you, you can hurt it as much as possible. You’re bigger. You have body weight and hands and a dog you have to protect, and so what if the fucker looks absolutely rabid? There’s a shot for that. They can probably give it to you at the emergency vet when you take Phantom in. The coyote sinks into a crouch, preparing to lunge. You get your feet under you and try to calm the racing of your heart. The coyote snarls, leaps, and –

And. You don’t know how to process what you’re seeing, so you’re stuck on and. And the coyote is poised in midair, thrashing and snarling at something that’s holding it in place with all four of its paws off the ground. And it stays suspended there just long enough for you to blink a few times, for you to realize that what you’re looking at is real. And then its neck breaks with a hideous snap, so hard that its head is nearly torn off, and its body drops to the ground at your feet.

You stagger back, almost tripping on Phantom – and then you scoop her up in your arms, even though she’s not anywhere close to being carryable long-term. It’s the only way to be safe as you back up the porch stairs, as you both collapse just in front of the back door. Something just happened. Your dog’s leg is bleeding and your heart is pounding and something just happened. What was it?

Something broke the coyote’s neck. That didn’t just happen on its own. Something killed the coyote, fast and brutal but not fast enough that you didn’t see fear flash in its eyes when it realized there was no way out. It wasn’t another animal that did that, and there was nobody in your yard but you. This isn’t the kind of thing that happens when you move into a nice, normal house. This is the kind of thing that happens when your house is haunted. And whatever’s haunting your house can snap necks with its bare hands.

But not your neck, you realize. Not your neck, and not Phantom’s. Whatever’s haunting your house can kill things, but it hasn’t killed you or your dog, in spite of having all kinds of opportunities to do so. In fact, this is the first time anything haunted has happened in your house at all, and it paid off for you, big-time. Maybe whatever’s in your house is –

Friendly is not a word you’re going to use when there’s a sort of mutilated, completely dead body in your yard. But you think you can safely call whatever it is ‘not hostile’, at least not to you. And if it’s not being hostile to you, you should be friendly in response. “I don’t know who did that,” you say to your empty yard. “But whoever it was, thank you.”

You don’t wait for a response. Your dog is hurt, and you have to get her to the vet, and for the rest of the night you don’t think about what happened at all. But the next morning, when you go out to chuck the dead coyote over the fence and patch up whatever hole it got in through, the coyote is gone. The only evidence that anything happened at all are a few drops of Phantom’s blood dried on the ground, and a spot of dry, dead grass that was definitely alive last night.

There’s something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it, and when you talked to the previous owner, it’s not like he didn’t warn you. But what he warned you about isn’t quite what’s happening to you. The previous owner, a perfectly nice guy named Shirakumo, told you that he spent his entire three weeks here feeling like he was under a microscope. Like it was trying to make up its mind about me, he said. I decided I didn’t want to be here when it figured it out.

You’re pretty sure whatever’s in the house has made up its mind about you. At least enough to decide that between you and the coyote, it would rather keep you around. So unlike Shirakumo, you don’t feel like you’re being watched. You just feel like you’re not alone.

It’s a weird distinction, but it’s undeniably there. There’s something in here with you, something unseen, and if it was watching you, you’d know. It isn’t watching you. It’s doing whatever things it does, and you’re doing the kind of things you do, just coexisting side by side in your new house. It’s there when you leave and it’s there when you come home, just like Phantom is, and Phantom doesn’t seem to mind it. More than a few times, you’ve caught her play-bowing and wagging her tail at empty space. If she was nervous about it, you’d be nervous, too – but dogs always know when a house is haunted in horror movies, and Phantom’s not acting scared. But your house is still haunted. Maybe it’s just not haunted like that.

You tell yourself to just live with it, but it starts getting weird after a little while. If someone was here in person, you’d talk to them, include them in the silly questions you ask Phantom about whether the two of you should get takeout for dinner instead of cooking and whether or not she is in fact the bestest girl in the whole wide world. Maybe the thing in the house is waiting for you to talk to it, and getting upset that you’re not. This is a good time for you to remind yourself, like you do every so often, that the thing in your house isn’t friendly just because it’s not hostile to you, and it can still snap necks with its bare hands. It’s in your best interest to keep it – not hostile.

You keep telling yourself to talk to it, and you keep chickening out for a whole week and a half. Then you’re in the middle of emptying the dishwasher and hit your head on an open cabinet door hard enough that you see stars. Then you stumble backwards and land flat on your ass on the kitchen tiles. “Fuck,” you say, with feeling, and Phantom comes running. “Sorry, sweetie. I’m fine. I’m just a dumbass.”

You’re conscious of the thing in your house, of the fact that it’s here, just like always. It’s not watching you, but if it was, what would it say about this little scene? A response flies into your head, and you say it before you can think of whether or not it’s the smart thing to do. “Yeah, keep laughing. The first time this happens to you I’m going to laugh my ass off.”

There’s no response, but you weren’t expecting one. You should probably have made your opening statement to the ghost a little friendlier. But your neck hasn’t snapped yet, so you pick yourself up off the floor, close the cabinet so you won’t hit your head again and kick off round two of this embarrassment, and get back to work.

Attempt one on talking to the ghost was a failure, but you have a rule about trying things at least three times before you give up, so you try again. This time you come home from work, greet Phantom like always, and then slowly, deliberately turn to face the totally empty patch of air in the hallway. “Hi,” you say. “I’m home.”

Nothing then, either, and if you’d started the sentence with “honey” instead of “hi” you’d have sounded exactly like your dad. You’ve always thought that the way characters in movies deal with their haunted houses is cringe. Yours is a different kind of cringe. Possibly a worse kind of cringe. But when you turn away from the empty air, your neck stays unbroken, and that sense of company, of presence, doesn’t fade. If nothing else, you’re not pissing it off.

To be clear, you don’t talk to your house all the time. You don’t feel like talking all the time. But when you do, you start speaking out loud, and soon it becomes a habit. It might be an embarrassing habit, but it’s not the worst thing in the world. And talking to it instead of tiptoeing around it makes you feel a little better about the situation. Less like you’re being haunted. More like you’re at home.

Your coworkers find out that you moved after two months. You’re not sure how, because you definitely didn’t tell them, but you did have to tell HR to start sending your pay stubs to a new address. Somebody there must have spilled the beans, and as pissed as you are, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Just like there’s nothing you can do about the fact that half your coworkers have invited themselves over for an impromptu housewarming party. Tonight.

“This is stupid,” you complain as you wipe down every flat surface on the first floor, trying to get as much of the ever-present dust up as possible. “I see them enough at work. The whole point of working is so I can afford to spend time not at work.”

Phantom huffs a little bit. She’s mostly friendly, but big groups bother her, especially big groups with too many loud guys. “I would never just invite myself over to someone’s house,” you continue. Back in the day you’d have called a friend to complain. Now you just do it out loud. “How the hell am I going to get them to leave? They’re not going to want to leave. This place is perfect.”

You pause for a second, transfixed with horror at the idea of having to kick your coworkers out. “This sucks. Think it’s too l ate for me to fake my own death?” As soon as you say that, you wish you hadn’t. You don’t want the thing in your house to offer to help. “I can’t do that. If I don’t have a job, I don’t have a mortgage payment, and I need a mortgage payment so I can keep my house.”

You finish dusting, then dig out a baby gate from when Phantom was still potty-training and prop it across the stairs. You don’t want anybody thinking it’s okay to go upstairs. The doorbell rings just as you’re straightening up. Coworkers. You grit your teeth, then paste on a smile and go to open the front door. “Hi. Go ahead and invite yourselves in.”

If you’re going to be fair to your coworkers – and you feel like you have to be, because otherwise you might kill them and wind up with a whole bunch of ghosts haunting your house – not all of them are bad. They don’t have to be bad for you to not want them in your house. Most of them just have irritating habits, like clearing their throats on every other word or laughing too loudly at their own bad jokes. There’s only one or two you really don’t like – they pick on your clothes and the way you do your hair, or steal tea bags from the secret stash you keep in your filing cabinet. Both of them are here, and their presence puts you in an even worse mood than you already were.

The only person you’d actually hang out with after work is Mr. Yagi, but he’s your direct supervisor and also sort of old, which means you can’t be friends with him. He’s here, too, and he seems like he’s trying to rein everybody in. You see him stop one of your coworkers from hopping the baby gate and going upstairs and give him a grateful look. He smiles back. Then he startles, coughs into his handkerchief, and stumbles back against the wall.

You start towards him, concerned, but midway there someone slings an arm around your shoulders and stops you in your tracks. “Honey,” Nakayama slurs, flopping most of her weight onto you, “your house’s vibes are fuck awful.”

You didn’t provide alcohol, but it looks like your coworkers brought their own. You shrug her arm off. “Wow. I’m so glad I asked your opinion when I asked you to come over.”

“You didn’t ask,” Nakayama says, confused. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for the penny to drop. It doesn’t drop. Instead a full-body shiver overtakes her, and she wraps her arms around herself like she’s shielding her body from something or trying to keep warm. “Don’t you feel that? It’s – male – male-eh –”

She thinks your ghost is a man. You’re not even sure your ghost is a ghost. “Malevolent,” she says finally. Oh. “It doesn’t want me here.”

“Maybe that’s because I don’t want you here,” you say, and Nakayama laughs. She thinks you’re joking. Mr. Yagi, who’s snuck up alongside you, knows you aren’t. “If the vibes in here are so bad, go check out the back porch. I fixed the hole in the fence, so there shouldn’t be any more coyotes.”

“Coyotes?” Mr. Yagi asks worriedly as Nakayama wanders off through the house. “Is that how Phantom was hurt?”

“Yeah.” You were worried the incident would put Phantom off the backyard, but she loves it just as much as ever. You have a feeling that’s got something to do with the thing in the house. “Like I said, I fixed the hole. What do you think of the house?”

You haven’t asked that question of anybody else, but Mr. Yagi’s opinion is one you’re interested in. “It’s quite – nice,” he says. “Very – lively.”

The pauses in his speech make you wonder if he’s holding in a coughing fit. He has some kind of lung illness. You’re not sure what it is. “Are you okay?”

“Your house.” Mr. Yagi coughs. “I can see why you purchased it. I can see that you feel comfortable and at home here. And at the same time, I understand Miss Nakayama’s use of the word “malevolent”. Something does not want us here.”

“Maybe it’s just me. I didn’t exactly invite people over.”

“I’m very familiar with your demeanor when dealing with a situation you don’t like,” Mr. Yagi says, and chuckles. He sobers up a few seconds later. “This darkness is orders beyond what you could emit. I don’t know how you live with it. It could drive a person mad.”

If this was somebody else, you’d gaslight the hell out of them. But you like Mr. Yagi, and liking him makes you honest. “I talked to people who’ve owned this place before. They said they felt like you do, or like they’re being watched. But I’ve never felt like that here. Watched over, maybe.”

“Watched over?”

You can’t tell him about the coyote. You just – can’t. “Maybe I’m imagining it and I just like the quiet. I believe you about the vibes. I just don’t feel them.”

“I see,” Mr. Yagi says. He looks troubled. You don’t want him to look like that. You don’t want to be worried about this. “Perhaps it’s just an old man’s musings, my dear. You have a lovely home. You should enjoy it.”

There’s a shriek from outside, and you barely manage to mumble an apology to Mr. Yagi before running to investigate. One of your coworkers is freaking out on the back porch, and frantically stubbing out a cigarette in the bargain. You’ve been patient, but the sight of the cigarette pushes you over the edge. “I thought I told you not to smoke here!”

“There was a thing!” Todoroki gestures frantically towards the other end of the porch. “I saw it. Right there. In the smoke –”

“Use your words,” you say. Something’s uncurling in the pit of your stomach, something you’re not all that eager to put a name on. “What did you see in the smoke of the cigarette you weren’t supposed to light up on my back porch?”

“A hand,” Todoroki says. “I saw a hand reaching for me.”

“Maybe it’s your guilty conscience,” you say. Todoroki is close enough that you can smell alcohol mixed in with the smoke on his breath. “Coming after you for inviting yourself to my house and breaking my rules.”

“Your rules are a little strict.” Nakayama slings her arm around your shoulders again. “Don’t you think?”

“No,” you say, sharper than you should be. “I think you don’t know how to listen!”

“Easy there.” Mr. Yagi slides into the conversation sideways. “Todoroki, our hostess did request no smoking. Very politely. And Nakayama, I’m sure you know that hosting an event can be stressful! Let’s go inside and give our hostess a moment to herself, all right?”

Mr. Yagi is hard to say no to, and Todoroki is eager to get off the porch anyway. Nakayama follows him in, and then you’re alone, seething with an emotion you’re finally forced to name: Jealousy. “Come on,” you say out loud, once you’re sure no one else could possibly be listening. “Of all the people you could show yourself to, you picked him?”

There’s no answer, of course. There never is, and after a while, you’ve got no choice but to go back inside and deal with all your mostly-unwanted guests. The bad vibes are infecting the rest of the party, and Todoroki isn’t being shy about whatever he thinks he saw on the porch. Pretty soon everyone is ready to leave. You think Mr. Yagi will be out the door along with everybody else at high speed, but instead he gathers everybody just inside the door for a group picture. “To commemorate the evening,” he says, but you get the sense he’s not telling the truth. Not all of it, anyway. “Everyone smile!”

Everybody smiles, you included – and then everybody scatters, including a few who are probably too tipsy to be driving. You chase after them, make sure everybody who’s drunk is riding home rather than driving themselves, and slink back inside, tired and frustrated. Your house is messier than you like it, your boss thinks you’re living in some kind of hell dimension, and the thing in your house showed itself to one of your dumbass coworkers and not to you. This evening has sucked.

Your phone pings with a message from Mr. Yagi. He’s texted you the photo he took of the group without comment, and when you see it, you see instantly why he wanted a picture in the first place. There are your coworkers, smiling with varying degrees of discomfort. There’s you, smiling because you’ll have the house to yourself again soon. And there’s the shapeless shadow, defying the light beaming directly onto it, hovering just over your shoulder.

There’s something in your house. You know that now for sure. It shows up as a shadow in pictures, but Todoroki saw it as a hand. Other people feel very differently about it than you do – or it makes them feel differently about it than you do. That’s the only explanation you can think of for why every person who’s set foot in the house has had a borderline allergic reaction to it, except you. There’s nothing special about you. For whatever reason, the thing in the house hates you less than it hates everybody else. Why? And why, if it hates you less than everybody else, did it show itself to Todoroki instead of you?

You’ve been thinking about it for a week. You’re thinking about it so hard that you’ve fucked up installing your front porch swing twice, and so hard that you don’t hear a kid calling out to you from the sidewalk. “Hey! Hey, you! Are you the new neighbor?”

The question snaps you out of your fog. You look up and find a girl who looks like she’s about twelve hovering at the end of the path leading up to your door, taking tentative steps over and then pulling her foot back. She’s holding a foil-covered plate in her hands. Behind her there’s an older guy, maybe in his late teens or early twenties. You’re older than him, but not by much. “Hi,” he says awkwardly. “I told Himiko not to shout. But shouting is so fun!”

His demeanor shifted completely between the first sentence and the second. “You’re Himiko,” you say to the girl, and she grins. Even from this distance, you can see that her teeth are oddly sharp. You turn to the older guy. “And you are?”

“This is my big brother Jin!” Himiko gives him a glowing look, then turns her attention back to you. “Now you tell me your name! That’s what people do!”

“It sure is,” you say, bewildered, and you make your introduction. Then you feel weird shouting at them from the porch, so you make your way down to the edge of the yard, still holding a screwdriver. “So you all are my neighbors?”

“Yes! The pink house just that way!” Himiko points it out. “We live there with Jin’s mom and his brothers and sisters!”

“Sorry it took us so long to introduce ourselves,” Jin says. Then that demeanor switch happens again. “We didn’t want to grace you with our presence until we were sure you wouldn’t cut and run!”

“Everybody leaves,” Himiko says, swinging on your front gate. “We made you cookies to say hi!”

“They’re the best cookies in the world,” Jin says, and Himiko sneaks in past the gate. “Don’t eat them. She still doesn’t know how taste buds work.”

That might be the weirdest thing they’ve said to you so far. “Oh.”

“Himiko, come back,” Jin calls, looking past you. “They didn’t invite us in.”

“I know! But – ooh.” Himiko breaks off midsentence with a shiver. Not the same kind of shiver as you saw from Nakayama when she was here, like it’s too cold – the kind you’d do if a spider walked across the back of your neck. “I just want to meet you! Jeez, calm down!”

“I’m calm,” you say.

“She doesn’t mean you,” Jin says, and a chill runs down your spine. “Himiko, come back!”

Himiko skips down the path back to the gate and steps through. “You should come visit us at our house,” she announces. “He doesn’t want us here.”

He. “What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t like to share,” Himiko says. She laughs, high and almost shrill. “I don’t need more people. I have as many people as I want! I have Jin and Jin’s mom and Jin’s sister and Jin’s brother –”

She’s not talking to you. She’s looking back at the house. “Who’s he?” you ask, and she smiles at you. “I’m not joking. I really want to know.”

“You know,” Himiko says. “Or you will, anyway. You’re his.”

“Excuse me?” Something inside you rebels at the thought. “It’s my house.”

“Yeah,” Jin agrees. Finally – a voice of reason. Or not, because what he says next makes everything worse. “You wouldn’t have kept it if he hadn’t let you.”

Himiko nods importantly, still smiling. Then she looks at you, and – “Um, did you just –”

“Just what?” Himiko asks, but you shake your head. There’s no way you saw what you think you saw. There’s no way her pupils closed vertically, almost disappearing, and opened again – like a blink, but not a blink, because eyes aren’t supposed to do that. “Come visit us, then! Everybody in the neighborhood wants to meet you!”

She pushes the plate of cookies into your hands and goes skipping off down the sidewalk. Jin gives an apologetic shrug, followed by a hyperenthusiastic wave goodbye, and follows her, leaving you standing just inside your front gate with a plate of cookies you’re now eighty percent sure are poisoned and even less of an idea about what’s going on than you had before. You decide, with a skill at compartmentalization that you’ve been honing since you moved in, to table it until you’ve set up your porch swing.

But after the swing’s up, you’re hungry. So hungry, in fact, that you pry up the foil on the plate and take a look at the cookies Jin and Himiko brought over. They look suspect. So suspect that you wouldn’t risk eating them unless you were starving, and even then you might try chewing off your own arm first. It’s too bad. You really could have gone for a cookie right about now.

But you’re an adult, and you have your own house, and a decent amount of ingredients in your pantry. Maybe cookies aren’t as out of reach as you thought they were.

One quick shower later, you’re in the kitchen, measuring out ingredients for your favorite cookie recipe. Back in the day you’d play music, or call somebody. Now you either talk to Phantom, talk to the thing in the house, or both. But Phantom is napping on the tiles on the front hall – her favorite spot on hot days, even though you have air conditioning and you like to use it. That’s a good thing. You and the thing in your house need to have a talk.

“You’ve got an attitude problem, huh?” Your opening lines with the thing in your house are never as polite as they probably should be. “I’m fine with you scaring my coworkers. I’m pretty sure I thanked you for that one. But those were my neighbors. I have to live with them. Or near them. And they seemed – nice.”

It gets quiet after that. Sometimes you can use the silence to convince yourself that the ghost is answering, just not in a way you’re able to hear. Sometimes you even imagine what the ghost is saying. Today is one of those days. “Okay, fine. They were weird. I still have to live with them.” But you have to live with the ghost, too, and the ghost apparently has some weird ideas about what’s going on here. “And while we’re talking about it, what’s this possessive shit? You think you own me? You’ve talked more to my twelve-year-old neighbor than you have to me, so you’ve got a lot of nerve talking about me like I belong to you.”

You’ve got no idea what the ghost would say in response to that, and you have to get out your dry ingredients. You head to the pantry and dig out what’s left of your flour, noting that you’ve got a new bag waiting, and go back to the counter. Except something happens to you midway there. You step into a cold spot, colder than anything you’ve ever felt in your life, and your hands go nerveless and numb like you’ve been flash-frozen. The bag of flour drops from your hands and splits open on the floor, letting up a puff of flour that climbs high into the air like a mushroom cloud. Higher than it should. But that’s not what you’re looking at. You’re looking at the two clean spots on the flour-coated floor, directly in front of you. Two clean spots in the shape of a pair of feet.

They’re not children’s footprints. Whatever’s in your house isn’t a child like Himiko – it’s an adult, like you, and it’s standing really close to you. Your eyes are drawn almost inexorably upwards through the already-dissipating cloud of flour. You’re looking too late. You almost miss it. But before the flour falls completely back to the floor, you see the outline of a torso, the slope of a shoulder. The length of an arm. And the shape of one hand, thumb and forefinger poised to flick against your forehead.

You react before you can think about it. “What are you, twelve?” You wave your hand through the air, trying to dissipate the rest of the cloud, resolutely ignoring the way you obliterate the shoulder, the torso. “Learn some manners.”

The cloud vanishes, and the figure with it. You could almost believe it had never happened at all, except for the pair of clean footprints on your otherwise flour-covered floor.

#lovhalloweenhorror #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #x reader #reader insert #shigaraki tomura #ghost story #loser nerd ghost boyfriend

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the-sky-queen · 1 month

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Avatar the Last Airbender theories I had that turned out to be false

So unlike literally everyone else, I didn't grow up with ATLA and discovered it sometime when I was in high school. Can't remember exactly when. Because of this, I created a few theories as I was watching for the first time, trying to predict where the show would go. All of these ended up being completely wrong, but they're fun, so I thought I'd share them!

Zhao becomes the Firelord

Sooooo funny story with this one. I actually had two exposures to ATLA before I actually watched it and one of them was THE SERIES FINALE. I didn't see the whole thing, but I did catch a huge chunk of the ending. So before I even started watching officially, I knew Zuko was gonna be a good guy, which is why I never gave up on him. XD This also means that I got to see Ozai's FACE.

Ozai doesn't show his face in book 1, and by the time I started watching, I'd forgotten what Ozai's voice sounded like. I also had very little idea of who I'd seen Aang fighting in the finale was in the first place. So I kinda took one look at Zhao and said "YES. HIM." The theory went like this:

Zhao slowly climbs the ranks of the Fire Nation over the course of the series, growing more and more power hungry as time goes on. Eventually, he gets to the point where he overthrows/assassinates Ozai and becomes the new Firelord. Aang has to fight him in the finale and Zuko has to take the throne that's rightfully his back.

Imagine my disappointment when Zhao got eaten in the book 1 finale. XD I was so convinced of this theory that I didn't even believe he was really gone for a looong time after this.

2. Zuko is a Double-Bender

Remember the Blue Spirit episode? Of course you do. Well, there's this split second clip as Zuko's rescuing Aang where he picks up a bucket of water and splashes it on a guard or something. I completely missed the bucket on my first watch of this episode and concluded that whoever this Blue Spirit guy was, he was a Water Bender. I then proceeded to get my mind absolutely BLOWN when I realized the Blue Spirit was actually Zuko. I started going crazy with theories that Zuko was secretly a Fire Bender AND a Water Bender. Hence, a Double-Bender. I asked a friend about this theory of mind and she sadly debunked it for me. However, this is still my favorite ATLA theory to this day and I have an entire AU centered around it. One day I'll get around to actually writing it.

3. Jet is a major recurring character

So the other time that I got ATLA spoilers before watching it was when I accidentally half-watched most of Jet's introductory episode. The friend I was with at the time groaned in annoyance at Jet, leading me to believe that he showed up A LOT and he was the worst thing this show had to offer. I fully expected Jet to pop up ALL THE TIME and make a nuisance of himself. I was relieved to discover he doesn't come in nearly as much as I thought he would.

4. Ba Sing Se stuff

Rapid fire round! I thought a lot of things about everything that happened in Ba Sing Se:

Team Avatar all get brainwashed by the Dai Lee except for like Sokka or someone, who then becomes wanted by the entire brainwashed city and has to figure out how to reverse all this.

Zuko happily lives out the rest of his days with Uncle Iroh at the tea shop and never runs into Team Avatar again.

5. Azula alone

Team Avatar frees the entire city of the brainwashing. Specifically Joo Dee.

Yeah, I thought all of Ba Sing Se was brainwashed, not just some people.

I was 100% convinced that Mai and Ty Lee were going to betray Azula at some point during book 2 and then join Team Avatar. I guess this kinda happened? Kinda?

Aaaaand this is all I can think of for now. I'll make another post if I think of more theories I had, but this is about it. :)

#Sky Queen #avatar the last airbender #ATLA #General Ozai #Zuko #Aang #Sokka #Azula #Double-Bender Zuko #ATLA theory

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sealofarchives · 3 months

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Prompt: filipino!reader with the turtles (separate)

Note: I'm filipino so if I get some stuff wrong, let me know and I'll make edits to this post

Leo

The day after your other family members showed up as a surprise visit. You apologized to the red slider turtle for slightly panicking. Trying to get him to the nearest window frame of a fire escape exit.

He waved off the apology, more interested that you knew spanish and didn't tell him about it.

You instantly looked at him with a confused expression.

"It's tagalog, not spanish."

It didn't help that Donnie overheard the conversation. While Leo felt a bit embarrassed, jumping to the conclusion of, confusing the language with something else.

"A total of 8 different dialects. There's more but, tagalog just happens to be the common language in the Philippines."

Just as the softshell turtle dropped off your papers with purple pen marks before heading back to his lab.

You still reassured Leo that he didn't mean to offend you. He let out a sigh of relief but, still thinks that its pretty cool that you're aware of your family's culture.

If you can speak it fluently, Leo will sometimes ask on what phrases you usually use.

Or if you're like me, who only knows a few words. He might tease you to try speaking some common phrases only if you're up to it.

Raph

Raph accidentally ran into one of your relatives. An aunt and uncle who were almost swindled out of a deal from Repo Mantis.

The alligator snapping turtle still managed to get them out of there safely. Now at a safe distance close to the Run of the Mill pizzeria.

He was still nervous at the thought of trying to escort them home until the aunt asked if he was okay.

Raph tried his best to hide the panicked tone in his voice until she gasped.

"Oh! You're one of (Y/N)'s friends!" "They're always talk about you and your brothers before any of us ask them about school!"

Timeskip a week later, they ordered pizza to thank Raph for getting them out of that situation. They couldn't stay for too long but still left with big smiles waving goodbye at the turtles.

"Uh, (Y/N). What does it mean if I'm being called 'Kuya Raph'?"

You chuckled saying "You're still the oldest brother of the group." "But it has more of a respectful manner. Since my other family members still use it for some of their friend groups."

"You know checking up on each other even when things aren't so great."

Raph smiled while you confidently stood your ground when his brothers try to find a teasing remark. Mikey eventually stepping back followed by Donnie who slowly grew bored of the banter. And you continued to playfully ignore Leo's idea of a bet that he could go a day taking over Raph's oldest brother role.

Mikey

You asked the box shell turtle for help trying to prepare pancit (a filipino noodle dish.) All of the ingredients laid out on the table and your mom's list with said instructions on cooking the food. You held onto the package containing rice noodles but hesitated opening it.

Mikey took notice of the frown on your face.

"Still nervous on trying to cook this dish on your own?" Mikey asked as you sighed

"Sort of... My mom has the 'oh you're doing this wrong...' whenever I try to cook something that isn't instant noodles." "So, sorry if I'm slow to this cooking thing..."

"Don't worry about what your mom thinks. I'm more happy that you asked for help! And I get to learn a new recipe from my best friend!"

The uneasy what if feeling slowly faded away as you and Mikey followed a few step by step videos with laughter filling the lively atmosphere.

After an hour passed, a knock from your apartment door signaled your mom and two of your relatives' arrival.

Before you told Mikey to hide, a light blue portal threw out a orange hoodie. With Mikey in a hurry putting it on.

"I might be on pizza duty for the next month but, I'm still not letting you face this alone!" Mikey said with a guaranteed grin on his face.

While the dish earned praise from your relatives, you felt more comfortable that Mikey vouched for you when your mom was still skeptical of the finished product. The relatives in agreement with him resulted in her giving up any further comments.

"(Y/N) could try making lumpia for their friends. And with how Mikey is helping them. They'll slowly get better at cooking!" Your grandma joked as you pretended not to sink below your chair.

A week later, at the lair, the three turtles often glancing back at the wrapped up uncooked spring rolls slowly beginning to stack a pile.

Donnie

"I know you said food or drinks aren't allowed at the lab but, I went out and got you halo-halo! To thank you for helping me with studying for the test next week."

"Halo-what-"

Donnie's eyes widen at the sight of the purple shaved ice dessert in a plastic cup. The spoon inside of the cup lid as he reached out now holding the drink in his hands.

"Is it actually purple or is it just the food dye that has purple in it?" Donnie said looking around the contents of the dessert while you laugh.

"I guess you never heard of ube aka purple yams. I had bread that used ube as filling. But, its been used in other pastries as well."

Donnie took a spoonful of the ube into his mouth and attempted to hide the smile on his face. But, savored the sweet treat with a light hum. He blinked noticing how he was the only one who got dessert.

"Wait, you didn't get one for yourself?" He asked as you lightly scratched your face.

"I only had enough money to buy one. And don't tell your brothers because I sort of waited when they went to the Run of the Mill pizzeria to get it. So..." You avoided eye contact finishing that sentence as Donnie got up from his seat.

"Well... Since you got me this refreshing dessert. I'm willing to let you take dibs for the first few slices of pizza. It will still apply to pineapple as well so no takebacks." Donnie immediately spotted at the grin slowly appearing on your face as you nodded.

Close to 45 minutes later, the turtles arrived back with the stack of pizza boxes. However...

"Hey, you two missed out on the limited time desserts they're giving out at the Run of the Mill pizzeria! We managed to get the last three while we waited in line. I forgot what it was called, something starting with two h's but, it has Donnie's favorite color-"

Donnie internally winced as you went to open the nearest pizza box. And took a slice without caring that it was one of your least favorite flavors. Mostly biting into the bread crust almost startling Mikey in the process.

[Note to self: repay back (Y/N) within this week with their favorite snack] (He does but both of you joke about that timing while taking a break from assignments)

#rottmnt x reader #leo x reader #raph x reader #mikey x reader #donnie x reader #I haven't written anything as of july 2023 #I'm keeping my distance away from wattpad because it got really terrible to the point of burnout but #these silly guys got me through the hell that was 2019 so #I'm gonna try to put my writing here despite how this site is such a hater towards x reader writing #aside from that I'm slowly getting out of writer's block ; w ;#I'll make a post about rules later into next week so for now I hope you enjoy reading this :]

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unrulywritings · 2 months

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{Too Little ❤️‍🩹 Too Late}

Summary: In which Alex accidentally spills his guts to his best friend… his newly engaged best friend ❤️‍🩹

Word Count: ~3.4k ❤️‍🩹

Category: Angsty-ish/Fluff ❤️‍🩹

Trope: Friends to Lovers/Love Confession (part one?); GN reader (alluded afab like twice) ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Not much I don't think, cheating (not Alex), some swearing, mostly they/them usage (sorry if I missed changing any, I decided to change it halfway through), usage of pet names (love, sweetheart, darling), usage of Y/N (just once I think), possibly cringe writing, grammatical errors, my first fic- (feel free to tell me if there's anything else)❤️‍🩹

A/N: I'm sorry if this is cringeeee- this is my first fic I'm actually posting to the world so constructive criticism is welcome- if this goes well I may start regularly posting idk but enjoy -🌈 Rainbow❤️‍🩹

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🎼 You had been engaged for one week. One terrible exhausting week. Your boyfriend, now fiancé, was late home tonight… again. You'd been having your suspicions about him for a while but did nothing, I mean you had suspicions but no proof. So why blow up something good when accusations were unfounded… right?

Well that was until now-

“I'm sorry that you had to hear it from me,” the sweet apologetic voice says, “I want you to know that I had no idea he had a girlfriend or anything and I'm so sorry, I feel like a fucking idiot, and terrible person.” you listen to the poor girl on the other side, shuffling through the photos from the manila envelope you found in the mail today.

“Yep, those suspicions were founded then” you think as you see a picture of your fiancé with not one but three different girls in different photos. How one has the time to trick not only one person but four into thinking you’re in a committed monogamous relationship is baffling. The girl on the other side of the phone is one of those girls just like you. Apparently she had gotten your number from someone and felt so guilty she needed to call you to apologise.

“No sweetheart, you did nothing wrong, he was the one in the wrong. I'm sorry that he has deceived both of us. And thank you for reaching out, truly it means more than you could know,” she apologises again saying she's done with him and how much of a fool she feels.

“Oh trust me, I feel even more a fool, he proposed to me last week, and I said yes even though I had a feeling he was stepping out,” you sigh, you really were a fool.

You say your goodbyes to each other as you hear a key click into the lock and the door open. You take a deep breath and prepare to see your soon to be ex-fiancé walk down the narrow hall into the living room but instead you hear the call of your best friend.

“Darling? Are you home? You didn't answer my messages so I just came over,” he calls as he pads through the hall looking for you.

“Oh there you are love,” he heaves slightly with a bit of relief, as if your hour of not communicating led him to believe you were in peril.

Alex Turner, front man of the Arctic Monkeys, media proclaimed sex-god and unbelievably attractive man. To you it was all funny, you remember him as the cute boy in your maths class in university who was nervous to ask you to pass around the flyers to their next gig.

He made you feel welcome and comfortable in a new place, you'd foolishly decided you wanted to go to school in a new place— one far away from home and across the pond felt far enough to you. You were wholly unprepared to be in the world alone and in a foreign place but when that nervous boy in your freshman maths class walked up to you to give you a stack of flyers to his next show you felt welcome.

After he had introduced himself he warmed to you quickly and when he handed you a small stack of papers he'd told you to “Invite any of your other pretty American friends, we could really use more of those at our shows.” You blushed at his comment and when you'd told him you were utterly alone in the world he told you “That’s alright, you're pretty enough alone, you'd more than make up for the lack of pretty faces in the crowd,” and before he turned a heel and left the room he also told you “oh, and you just made your first friend here, so you're not so totally alone anymore,” he then flashed a cheeky grin and disappeared out the door leaving you utterly charmed in a full body flush.

When you showed up at the pub they were playing it was the first time in a while you didn't feel alone. You felt like you belonged, a feeling you didn't even have back home. That night was the night you also met your fiancé.

You stop yourself, “Nope— ex-fiancé as of tonight.” you think.

But that was years ago, and now that little indie band you used to hand out flyers for on campus is now internationally known. The boys had just finished another tour and you felt like a proud mother. It made your heart swell to see them so happy doing what they love everyday but you were glad they were home. You'd missed them dearly, especially Alex.

You really wished that he’d come at a better time though, you had to plan what you were gonna do when your fiancé got home. How you were gonna break the news to him that you were now broken up. You wished you could confide in Alex what your fiancé had done but you feared what he’d say. Your mind raced with anxiety and anger.

It seems you'd zoned our because when you tuned back into it Alex was calling your name, “Are you alright love?” he asks you concern crossing his face, “you kinda spaced out there, is everything okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, everything is fine Alex,” you let out a bit more aggressively then you had wanted, “I just got a lot on my mind you try to soothe, Alex had quickly picked up on your tonal slip up and poor cover-up.

“Sure,” he says skeptically, elongating the “E.”

You roll your eyes at him and you move to go to the kitchen, “What do you want Alex? I'm kinda in the middle of something and I gotta get dinner ready before—”

“I can come back at a better time? I'm sorry I let myself in, you weren't answering my messages and I got a bit worried,” he gives you his puppy eyes, trying to apologise for his intrusion but you weren't mad at him you were mad at your fiancé, your cheating, lying fiancé who was gonna be home soon.

You sigh, “I'm sorry Alex, I'm going through something right now,” you rub your temple as a tension headache starts to form. All of this was too much.

Alex steps towards you and wraps you in his arms, “It's alright love, do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head “no” and bury your face in his neck. He smooths one hand down your back and the other in your hair instantly relaxing you, “Well when you’re ready I’m here you know. I’ll always be here for you.”

Goodness did he know you. The hug, asking if you wanna talk, everything about him puts you at ease. He was perfect, and his perfection only made the fact that your fiancé was cheating on you sting even more. You deserved better than a person who cheats and lies.

You nod affirmingly and reluctantly pull away, “Thanks love, but I really should get started with dinner, I’d ask you to stay but you know…” you trail off.

“Ironic” you think, that your fiancé was worried about Alex when he was the one stepping out on you. Projection much?

Alex’s shoulders dip, “Yeah, I know love,” he sighs, he looks troubled.

Your brow furrows in question and concern, “Alex?” you ask.

“Yeah love?” he asks right back.

“Are you okay?” you question him, just as he knew you, you knew him.

To any other person they may not have picked up on his mannerisms. The way his eyebrows have been furrowed the entire time he’s been here, a small crease forming between them. Or how he keeps fiddling with the pull on the zip of his leather jacket. Or how his dishevelled hair is even messier than usual. Or even the quiet storm that rages behind his eyes. You know he’s troubled with something but it was up to him to share that. You weren’t going to force him just as he didn’t force you.

It was nice to be understood like that, on a deep level that not a word needed to be exchanged to know the other. In a way that’s why you and Alex were best friends and why you were closer to him than any of the other boys. And if you let yourself think about it even closer than you and the person you had agreed to marry…

He clears his throat, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright love, no need to worry about me, yep, I’m alright,” he clears his throat again and runs his hands through his hair, “anyway I’m going to get going, see ya later darling.”

He was out the door before you could even blink.

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🎼 I take the slick steps down to the street and get in the car waiting for me. I don’t even bother to try and avoid the pelting rain. It felt kinda nice letting the heavy rain sting my skin as I dip into the car, shutting the door.

“So, did you tell them?”

“Couldn’t,” I shrug.

“Really? After everything you did just to get here? The PI, the pining, the waiting, the songs, the—”

“I get it Matt,” I grit out, “they’re more to me than someone to hang off my arm and you know that. It was just the wrong time. I couldn’t do it.”

“I do mate, but you gotta act, how’re they gonna know if you don’t tell them anything?”

“Too little too late, I told you that last week.”

“You think they’re gonna stay with him after all he’s done? I doubt it. Y/N would be very stupid to say no to you, so it’s a good thing they are smart. They know their worth.”

“Just take me home,” I was done trying to argue, I’d lost them years ago, far before they got engaged.

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🎼 It was even later than you expected for your fiance to get home. So late in fact that most of your stuff was already packed away in your car. You didn’t know what you were going to do or where you were going. All you did know was that you were going to confront the cheating bastard and leave him behind.

You sat on the loveseat in your cramped living room waiting for your fiance to walk in. You had heard the door open and close along with shuffling. You just sat and waited patiently for him to walk into the room wasting no more effort on him.

“Babe? Where are you? I totally got swamped at work, I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, even before you knew about his infidelity you hardly believed his stories about being swamped at work. You just assumed he wanted to hang out with his friends, and of course when you were most insecure, you thought he might be cheating yet each time you asked and he reassured you, you believed him. At your sound your fiance finally walks into the living room.

“There you are, did you make dinner? I’m sorry I’m late.” He leans down to where you are on the loveseat to kiss you but you swerve him, his lips landing on your cheek instead, “Huh? Is something wrong babe?”

You scoff again and get to your feet, “Is there something wrong?” you mock, childish you know but surely you deserve to be a bit childish after everything you’ve been submitted to.

His face screws up in confusion and he steps back from you, “Seriously? What’s your problem? Are you on your period or something?”

His words make your stomach turn, “Seriously? You can’t even have an original retort? And for your information, you are my problem,” you spit back, and cross the room toward the hall and front entrance.

“W-what?” he sputters, “I don’t understand, how am I your problem?”

You throw the envelope to him and it lands at his feet, “That is why you are my problem,” he moves to pick up the envelope as you put on your coat and pick up your keys at the front door.

Somehow his face gets even more screwed up, “Huh? Wh–? It’s not what it looks like! Where did you get these? Baby I can expl—” you stop him with a hand, making him pause.

“I don’t care to hear what you have to say, and whoever sent them did me a favour. Goodbye and fuck you.”

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🎼 You pulled into the drive not knowing how or when you decided to come here. Something in you just said it was right and as you turned off the engine to your car you looked up at the windows of the modest but beautiful home of Alex.

You sighed and willed yourself out of your car. You weren't scared if Alex would let you in or anything but you were nervous about everything that came after getting inside. What would Alex say to you about devoting so much of your life to a scumbag? To you it was probably one of the only things you couldn't predict about your best friend. You knew Alex didn’t care for your ex-fiance and you never really knew why but for the sake of yourself you typically just tried to avoid the topic of relationships when you were together. It made you wonder about Alex’s relationships now, I mean since you never really spoke of yours he never spoke of his. What you knew of his partners came from the media and what he told you in passing. Your thinking also made you wonder what Alex was like in a relationship.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as the rain picked up again. You quickly moved up the drive to the stairs as the rain soaked you to the bone. You climbed the few steps and gave a firm but not aggressive knock to the door. When there was no answer you knocked again a bit firmer. When still no answer you sighed and used your key. You knew he was home by the lights on inside but you didn’t like using your key unless need be.

You let yourself in, stripping off your soaked coat at the door along with your shoes. You’re grateful for the warmth inside the house contrasting your shivering frame. SIghing you grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch in the living room and wander to go find Alex. You assume he’s in his home studio. It’s sound proof in there so the chances he heard you are slim. You make your way there and as you do you hear Alex and what sounds like his drunken ramblings through the studio door left slightly ajar.

It’s not the first time you’ve heard said drunken ramblings and you roll your eyes at his ridiculousness. As you move closer to the door you can just make out a few words or what you assume are words as most of it is a slurred jumbled mess of sounds that vaguely resemble words. You’re just at the door when you hear Alex sigh and say your name. You freeze— had he seen you? Surely not, he hadn’t answered the door and you hadn’t made much fuss at the door. And as you listen further you’re sure he hadn’t heard you.

“They’re just so pretty, it’s like they’re made of sunshine and starlight,” he drunkenly slurs. You’re wide-eyed at that accusation, surely he wasn’t speaking about you— right?

“But I’m just a fool, a spineless fool to fall for me best friend and one engaged at that! Oh, Alexander, truly what a fool you are! To pine for a person taken before you could get the courage to ask them out and to spend years trying to recreate what you have with anyone else is embarrassing. All the times you tried to tell them such and floundered miserably; just like today. Oh, the time you’ve wasted on a person you can even have! And doesn’t it hurt to know that the bastard has been cheating on that beautiful soul and you’re to do nothing more. Ugh!” you hear a crash on the other side of the door, possibly a glass thrown but you were more preoccupied by the confession. The words bounced around in your head as you tried to make sense of them. You were so preoccupied in fact you hadn’t noticed the heavy foot fall heading right toward you.

“Oi and you’ve made a right mess of yourself haven’t ya? You certainly aren’t fit for a person worthy of more than the world or universe could ever conjure. A person wh—” he pauses as he flings the door open and collides with you in the dark hall.

You’re knocked back a bit but quickly steadied by Alex’s hands on your shoulders. His touch grounding yet electrifying and you jump back to reality. Both wide-eyed and painfully aware you stare at each other in the darkened hall, the only source of light the ambered glow of the lamp in the studio behind Alex.

“D–darling?” he stutters out nervously, “when did you get here? Are ya alright, you’re soaked! You’re gonna get a cold like that, here let me get you something dry to wear,” he tries to manoeuvre you out of the way but you stand firm.

“Alex?” you query and he tries to move you once again but you stand solid.

You shrug his hands away, “Alex? Is— is what you just said true? I mean— how— how did you know about the cheating? Do you really like me? When? How? What? I—” now that your head is catching up to everything you just heard a million questions flicker through your mind for Alex and even more for yourself.

“Do I like him? And if I did what would I do? Oh god am I blushing? I feel like I’m on fire! Did he say he wanted to tell me? TODAY? Is that why he got all squirrely this afternoon? Did he send the photos? How did he find out? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

Alex steps back and pulls at his hair seemingly having just as many conflicting emotions run across his mind, “Oh god darling, you weren’t supposed to hear that. I— I— oh god,” he collapses on the couch in his studio, head falling into his hands as he mutters on about how he just ruined everything.

You cross the room to sit in the matching armchair across from where he’s sitting, avoiding bits of glass that seem to have been the cup he threw at the wall by the door earlier.

You look at him and ask again, “Alex,” you plead, “do you like me?” You’re not certain what you want his answer to be but you’re desperate to know.

He goes silent for a moment and lets out a sigh. He runs his hands through his hair, his dishevelled look becoming even messier, “Would you hate me if I said yes?” he asked right back, sounding so insecure. It was like you were back in that class and he was that nervous boy trying to introduce himself.

And you could help but love that boy.

“I wouldn’t,” you smiled, “in fact,” you implored further, “I think I might say I like him too.”

Your words make his eyes snap to yours, “Really?” he asks, looking at you bewildered and unbelieving.

You nod and bite back an idiodic smile, “I think so… I mean if I think about it, who wouldn't love a man like you?”

“But, you’re engaged and—”

“Not anymore and that doesn’t matter anymore,” you interject, “I think we both have a lot of things to catch up on and lots to discuss,” you stand and put out your hand for Alex, “come on, it’s gonna be a long night.”

He smiles and takes your hand.

Maybe it wasn’t too late after all.

A/N (pt two): This ended up way longer than I expected (I am very long winded in real life as well 😅) I also wrote much of this while watching Tangled on repeat (Eugene is so baby) ANYWAY I hope you at least mildly enjoyed this I feel like it’s too cringe but I am done trying to edit this 😭 Feel free to interact as you please I am going to disappear into the void now

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