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Pairings: George Weasley x Fem! reader Summary: George reads the letters he wrote about you to himself throughout Hogwarts Warnings: mention of have a b0ner, boobs, tears, hinting to masturbation, the use of Y/n is used a few times, I'm sorry

George bent down on the floor of his bedroom, he looked beneath to bed and pulled out a box that had been left untouched since he and Fred opened up the shop before the war

he sat down and leaned against the side of his bed, opening the box and pulling out the book

he sighed before opening it, turning to the front page, the first day he met you

1 september 1989

Dear diary

it's the first of september, meaning it's the day Me and Fred go to Hogwarts.

Me and Fred couldn't find an empty compartment to sit at, and there was no way we were going to sit with Percy, or Charlie- as his was already full

but we Found one with a boy in our year, Lee. he's cool, he let us sit with us and gave us some candy- which made mine and Fred's nose bleed. I didn't think anybody other than me and Fred would care about jokes and pranks, but i guess I was wrong, cause Lee does too!

the train started moving and we waved to our parents. i think it was about five minutes later when i saw a girl walk past, still holding her bags and stuff, she looked lost

I opened the door and let her inside

she smiled and sat with us, she wasn't that interested in pranks, but she laughed at the stories we told her.

Her name is Y/n, and I have a feeling she's going to stick around for a while.

George smiled and turned to the next page, a year and a bit later.

December 12, 1990

Christmas is coming up soon and our friends are doing a muggle thing Lee told us about- secret santa

not all our friends wanted to do it, but the main ones like Y/n, Angelina, Alicia, then it's me, Fred and Lee, so there's six of us, even

I got Y/n, I still don't know what to get her, there was no money limit or anything like that, but I just don't want to get something too cheap- but that's probably all I can afford

she's a good friend and after the first day of first year, she's stayed by our sides, no one else let her in to sit with on the train but we did, so she stayed

I'm glad she did, she's funny. and as much as she says she hates doing it- she helps me and Fred with pranks a lot, mostly because she's smarter than us

I wonder if she got me for secret santa, the odds of that would be really low, but it's not impossible, i would accept anything she would give me with a smile

George had gotten you some candy from Honeydukes- and you, infact did not get him, instead you had Fred, to which you gave him a bunch of products from Zonko's

George flipped to the next page as he heard noise coming from outside, dinner was probably coming soon and George would have to hurry before he was caught reading these

November 28, 1991

My third year at Hogwarts started a few months ago, the Famous Harry Potter started his first year

my younger brother Ron is his Friend, along with a strange girl, Hermione?

her and Y/n gets along pretty well, i think they go to the library together

speaking of Y/n, we've gotten closer, she would have to be my best friend- other than Fred. Lee is up there but he's been spending quite a bit of time with Alicia, I think there's something going on there, but i don't really know

Y/n decided to try out for the Quidditch team, due to mine and Fred's encouragement, she's really good, she should've been on the team last year, she's a chaser, and she's brilliant!

she's got the latest broom and it goes wicked fast, sometimes in training, we'll just race each other, she always wins though, mostly because I let her but who cares, it's worth it when i see the big smile on her face when she rubs it in

Fred started to tease me about it, saying i'm being soft.

I'm just being nice

October 13, 1992

fourth year started last month, school is getting a bit harder.

Fred Invited Y/n over in the holidays, she stayed at our house for about a week, I was a bit nervous that she would be overwhelmed by our family but she fit in great, Mum loved her and said she should come over for breaks from now on.

so she'll be coming over for christmas this december.

she stayed in Ginny's room, although she snuck into our room to mess around with jokes before she'd actually go to bed, I think mum knew that we did that because she glared at us when we would come down for breakfast the next mornings, she wouldn't say anything, just put her hands on her hips when we yawned

she's really cool, she's really pretty too, i don't think i've ever noticed it before, but she is, and Fred doesn't mind telling her that.

I think he fancies her because they always giggle to themselves

I don't know why but I would always get this pit in my stomach every time I saw them alone together.

He talks about her to me before going to sleep in our dorms, it's starting to piss me off, it was getting annoying because I just want to go to sleep and he'd start talking about something funny she said to him that day and he'd just laugh

i cover my eyes with my pillow every time to try and block him out, though it never really works

George laughed at that entry, looking back on it now, he should've known what the feeling meant

September 5, 1993

we got back from Holidays a few days ago, Y/n couldn't come over because she went over to Italy with her family

she had gotten boobs and the tight low cut shirt she wore to the train station really left little to the imagination, I know I sound weird and like a pervert, I shouldn't think this way about my best friend

but I can barely make eye contact with her anymore without my eyes lowering to her chest.

she's stunning and everything about her makes my heart flutter now.

she also had a slight tan and her hair was longer, she's always playing with it and I can't help the way my mind begins to wonder when i stare at her

she's making my body feel different, the way she bites her lip when concentrating, the way her eyes flutter when she looks up at me to talk

she's using lip gloss too, one that makes her lips look really kissable

I hate to admit it but i sat next to her in class yesterday and my dick decided it was a good time to get a boner, as painful as it was, all i could do was push it down.

she had noticed my uncomfortable state and in her sweet, innocent voice she asked if i was alright

"you ok there, Georgie?" she giggled

I could only nod my head.

and as horrible as it was, later that night, when laying in my bed, I couldn't help but ease the pain to the thought of her.

September 20, 1993

I fancy her, I've completely and utterly fallen in love with her,

it sounds like its just because her body has changed but it's so much more than that

she is kind and funny and sarcastic. and beautiful, like HOT.

too bad she has a boyfriend now, he doesn't deserve her and he wouldn't treat her half as good as I would if I were hers

Fred found out, turns out he never fancied her, but he just cares for her, as friends.

Fred thinks I should tell her, but I can't and I never will

Update- she broke up with him!

George laughed at the update at the end, which was 2 months later and flipped to the next page

December 6, 1994

McGonagall told us about the Yule ball today, a dance

my eyes were fixated on Y/n as she sat down laughing with Angelina across the room as I stood with Fred

Fred told me he liked Angelina a few weeks ago and I'm sure he'll ask her to the ball

Ron got called on to demonstrate the dance and she whistled at him, making him glare at her, to which she laughed

when the class was dismissed, Y/n came up to us and started joking around

I couldn't help but notice the way she has the top buttons of her shirt undone, and her tie a bit loose

it was getting rather chilly and she wasn't even wearing a jumper

I asked her if she was cold and she shook her head with a smile

"I like the cold, George, you should know that" she giggled, nudging me

she was rather short compared to me, the top of her just barely met my shoulder so she always looks up when talking to me

I've also noticed she likes to roll her skirt up, so merlin forbid she bends down to pick something up.

she's also gotten a bit more touchy, not just with me but with the rest of our friend group

her hugs would only happen coming back from breaks and holidays but now she'll hug you almost everyday in the mornings

her hugs have always been nice, but the way I can practically feel her boobs pressing up against me makes it all the better.

December 18, 1994

most people I know already have dates to the ball, Fred had asked Angelina to the ball within the first few days of hearing about it

Y/n has been asked a few times but she's politely declined every one

Fred keeps pressuring me to ask her already and I strictly telling him no, she'd reject me like every other guy whos asked her, and then it would make it weird.

We're also doing another secret santa this year, I got Alicia

Alicia is...nice? she just has a really big flirting problem, and that's not with everyone, just me

she asked me to the Ball a few days ago, and as much as I didn't want to go alone, I still said no

She's not really my type, and as much as i try to make her stop flirting with me, she just keeps doing it, I speak for all of our friend group when I say it's annoying, and I know that because they've all said it

it's nothing against her, but it's just weird

and Y/n doesn't mind talking about it, making jokes and stuff

the only person i have ever felt something for has been Y/n, and I don't want it to be anybody else

George remembers that week like it was all yesterday.

George was sat on the Gryffindor couch, your head in his lap as you told him about your day

"but anyway, why haven't you asked anybody to the ball!?" you sat up, sitting on your knees next to him

"I- I don't know, why haven't you said yes to anybody?" George questioned

"I don't like any of them, barely friends with most of them" you shrugged

"w- well do you? like anybody?" George stuttered

George noticed the small blush rising to your cheeks

"uh- not really" you smiled sheepishly "you?"

George's heartbeat quickened as he grew nervous

does he tell her?

"not really" he responded, copying your words

"you should go with Alicia" you nudged him shoulder, making him roll his eyes

"merlin" he cursed under his breath as you giggled

"only kidding of course..unless you actually want to?" you frowned

"if i wanted to go with her I would've said yes"

you smiled

"it's getting pretty late, i'm going to head to bed" you yawned

George nodded his head

"alright, goodnight"

"night, Georgie" you kissed his cheek before getting up and going to the dormitories

George stared off at the fire as the kiss lingered on his cheek, making his skin feel funny, a good funny

a few days later, Fred pushed George into asking you

"just go talk to her, this is probably your only chance!" Fred whispered before shoving George into you

you stumbled forward and almost bumped into Angie, who had to pause her sentence

you looked back and saw George

"sorry" he apologised

you grinned and gave him a hug "it's fine!"

Angelina saw Fred look at her from behind and walked over to him, leaving you with George

you stared up at George to see what he wanted but he only looked back at you nervously

"is there something you wanted, George?" you chuckled

"I want a date to the ball" he sighs, finally saying it, knowing that Fred would kick his ass if he didn't

"I'm sure Alicia will take you" you smirked

George licked his lips and thought of what to say

"no- no ok um...do you want to go with me? no! I would love if you would accompany me- wait ok. I really want you to go with me to the ball...I- I uh-"

December 20, 1994

I asked her to the ball, after what feels like forever being in love with her, I asked her

Fred pushed me into doing it

so I did, I sounded like a complete fool and I wish I could've said it better, word it so I didn't sound so stupid

maybe if I did that, she would've said yes

better yet- I had also admitted that I loved her, that I have for a long time. I had gotten so nervous that I outed myself

she just stood there in surprise before I ran off in complete and utter embarrassment

December 25, 1994

I went with her, it turns out that she was going to say yes but I ran away before she could've said anything

she told me she loved me too, and she made me the happiest man in all of Hogwarts

it was the Ball a few hours ago, you should've seen her, she was stunning- a type of stunning that when you see her, you can't say anything out of shock on how beautiful she is (which I did)

I can't describe the feeling I get when I'm with her- or see her, but it's overwhelming

i feel faint now every time I see her

she told me she would go with me the day after I had asked her in that stupid way. that was when she told me she loved me

she actually loves me.

I don't know how I can manage to make her love me but I'm grateful- and cautious

what if I mess up?

but that doesn't matter, we're not together

Update: jan 5- I asked her out, she said Yes!

February 19, 1996

Valentines day was 5 days ago, Y/n was obviously my Valentine and we had a great day, I took her to that tea shop in Hogsmeade she's been talking about for a while, if was very...pink and not the type of romantic that I like.

but she enjoyed it so I loved it.

we've been dating for a little over a year and it's great, I am absolutely in love with her and I think she is too

she's mad at me right now though

Today, at Quidditch, I beat up Draco Malfoy for bad mouthing, making Umbridge ban Me, Harry and Fred from the team, which is total bullshit!

anyway, I didn't get badly injured, Malfoy can't punch for the life of him

I only got a cut on my lip but Y/n yelled at me when walking back to the castle

I told her I don't really care I got kicked off but she still told me off, she's cute when she's mad

and I can't be mad at her for worrying about me, especially when she said I looked hot when beating Malfoy up

she let that slip from her mouth and hit my arm when I laughed at her

Merlin I love her, and I never want that to change, so just so you know. you are an idiot if you EVER LEAVE HER.

Fred and I are finalising our plan on leaving Hogwarts to start the shop up

Y/n knows about it, I've reassured her that we'll see each other, but I'm still worried she'll break up with me so I can focus on the shop

but right now I have to make it up to her for getting in a fight so.

April 21, 1996

she told me she wants to break up, she said it wasn't because of us, but because she wants to focus on our futures

I refused, it's the day before me and Fred leave.

I don't want to leave her, it feels like I only just got her and screw anyone who will try to take her away.

I told her I didn't want that and then it turned into a fight

she said she only wants what's best for us, but she is the best for me, and I will try to be the best for her

she left my dorm and I don't know where she went, but I want to see her, to tell her it will work.

I knew this was going to happen, but i didn't want it to.

Update- I found her and I begged her to stay with me, I told her that she should come live with me and Fred when she graduates and she didn't know what to say, she said she'll think about it

June 26, 1996

she moved in with us, she decided to stay with me and live with me, all her things are here now and she's in the bathroom right now, going through it and putting things in there, I couldn't be more happy.

I have the girl of my dreams to wake up beside me and go to sleep in my arms, forever

"George! dinner!" He heard Fred yell out before the door opened

"George..." he heard Fred sigh sadly

George felt the tears start to prickle in his eyes as he thought of you and how much he loved you

"I told her not to go...why didn't she listen?" George asked as his tears met the page from a few years prior, before the war

the same war that took you away from him

Fred walked into the room and sat next to his twin

"come on, I told you not to find this" Fred said, taking the book away.

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it's been a while! i'm sorryyyyy

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stfolsom · 7 months

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ɢᴏᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴜs || cillian murphy x reader

summary || when you're a nanny, nights off are few and far between. with the family, minus mr. murphy, out of the house, you finally have time to relax. when an accidental late-night encounter intensifies, you begin to grapple with keeping to your morals.

warnings || 18+ only! this is SMUT! unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink sort of?, unspecified age-gap, alcohol, implied power imbalance, hair pulling

word count || 3,541 words

notes || this is my first fanfic on tumblr! i hope y'all enjoy. :,) obviously, this is just fiction and has nothing to do with the actual person cillian murphy.

The metal of the faucet felt cool beneath your hand as you gently turned it to the side and cut off the water supply, quietly, as if not to make a sound. It was more out of habit, you suppose, than actual necessity. The kids were all off doing their own thing, Mrs. Murphy was away on business for the weekend, and Mr. Murphy– well, Mr. Murphy tended to keep to himself and resign to his room early in the evening.

You tugged the end of your hair, squeezing the last remnants of your shower with the towel. The house was practically yours for the rest of the evening, and you had absolutely enthralling plans to park yourself in the living room and watch something until your eyelids got heavy. It wasn’t often that you had that luxury.

This job had come around by happenchance a few years ago while scrolling through thousands of “odd” jobs. The description itself was vague enough to the point that, up until you sat down with them, you had thought it was an elaborate scheme to get murdered. The surprise relief that flooded your body when it was apparent that the Murphy’s were not planning on butchering you was overwhelming, and the feeling had been shortly replaced with the flushing feeling of school girl attraction.

Mr. Murphy was handsome, no doubt. His large, almost clear-colored eyes seemed to look right through you. He oozed wealth in a very low-key way, a trait that was seemingly rare throughout your experience of nannying. You had indulged yourself in the naivety of a crush for the first month of the job, but had managed to shut it down as your nannying required more and more of your attention. Still, the prospect of being alone with him was enough to get your heart beating a little faster.

Your feet hardly made a noise as you crept down the stairs to the living room, any sound muffled by the calf-length socks you adorned. Although they had made it very clear that all the facilities of the house were yours to use as well, there was still a level of “sneakiness” that consumed your being when you walked around the house at night. It felt like a proverbial monster was waiting, crouched, hiding in the shadows of the tall walls. So when you turned the corner to the living room and saw a figure already sitting in the arm chair, your soul nearly leapt out of your body.

“Jesus!” you whispered loudly, clutching your chest as you hastily sought the source of the voice.

Mr. Murphy let out a breathy laugh and quietly shut his book, looking up at you from his perch.

“I’m sorry,” he said, the grit of his voice heightened from the quiet tone in which he spoke, “I figured you had gone out for your night off.”

“No, no, no,” you countered, rubbing a hand down your face, “it’s your house. I shouldn’t be spooked that you’re here.”

The floorboards creaked as he rose from the dark green barrel chair, carefully placing his book on the coffee table, and picking up an empty wine glass. “Well then, I won’t disturb you from your night off. I’ll be upstairs.”

You frantically moved towards him as if to usher him back into his chair.

“No, don’t leave! I don’t want to disrupt you at all, I can watch something on my laptop instead. Really, it’s no problem. Actually, I quite enjoy it–”

Mr. Murphy calmly said your name to halt your apologetic rant, closing the space between the both of you as he reached out a hand to your forearm. The touch made you halt, your eyes darting between his hand (his big, beautiful hand) and his face. “You’re not disturbing me, promise.”

“Mr. Murphy, I can’t in good conscience let you leave this room,” you chattered nervously back, trying not to lean into his invitingly warm touch. He laughed lightly at the order and let his hand back to his side.

“Then follow me.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you were sure all color in your face drained. “Huh?”

“Follow me. I’m headed to the kitchen to get myself another glass of wine. I was planning on doing so even before you entered the room, so I’m not violating that good conscience of yours, hm?” he spoke with a slight smile on your face, brushing past you towards the kitchen. You blinked a few times and then followed lamely, suddenly feeling incredibly underdressed compared to his slacks and cardigan. The sweatshirt and (short) sleep shorts you had thrown on were incredibly, embarrassingly, juvenile in comparison to his older man sensibilities.

Mr. Murphy opened a small fridge nestled underneath the counter tops and pulled out two pristine bottles of wine.

“Do you prefer Cabernet Sauvignon or Sauvignon Blanc?” he asked coolly, uncorking the both of them. A small wisp of vapor pooled from the top.

“Um, Sauvignon Blanc,” you said plainly, cursing yourself for how smooth it rolled off his tongue and how junkily it came off yours.

He wordlessly poured himself a glass of Cabernet and you a glass of the Blanc. The silence in the kitchen was intense, an itch gathering in your spine to break it. As you opened your mouth to speak, he broke first.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying your time with us. The kids adore you,” Mr. Murphy said, handing you the glass. You took a polite sip of the wine, the dryness invading your mouth as you looked back down at the glass with a slight rouge to your cheeks.

“I have absolutely loved it. I adore them too, though with each day I can feel them slowly getting ‘too cool’ to hang around me,” you said with a small laugh, fingers rubbing up and down the stem of the glass. You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes dart to watch them.

“Welcome to the reality of parenthood,” he countered, leaning back against the counter and sipping his cabernet.

“It’s brutal,” you said with a dramatic exhale, “I can’t imagine how hard it must be when it’s your actual child.”

Mr. Murphy tossed you an amused look, crossing his legs as he stood. “Do you want kids of your own?”

If you hadn’t been already blushing, you sure you were now. You looked at him wide-eyed and then took a big gulp of the wine.

“Well, maybe, I guess. I don’t know… it feels a bit cruel to bring them into a world like this.”

He shrugged his shoulders and finished off his wine with a large swallow.”

“Not that you and Mrs. Murphy are cruel! I don’t– I wouldn’t–” you said quickly, getting hit with a wave of embarrassment. “I just–”

“Hey,” he said coolly, waving a hand. “I didn’t think you were.”

You tipped your head back to finish your wine off and set the glass down on the counter louder than you had hoped for.

“It’s a very rewarding experience,” Mr. Murphy continued, rubbing his fingers across his cleanly shaven jaw. “You’re a very pretty and well behaved girl. I think you’d have great children.”

You weren’t sure if it was the onslaught of tipsiness and when you became such a lightweight, but he seemed to be much closer to you. You quipped a laugh in response.

“I’m not sure if you can say that to me, Mr. Murphy, but thank you.”

“Please, just call me Cillian,” he said, his body nearly parallel to yours as you leaned against the island and him against the counter. You could’ve sworn there was a dark sort-of hunger prowling around in those blue eyes of his.

“Cillian,” you repeated, feeling the way it felt in your mouth. His jaw tensed up, the muscle highlighted in the low lighting of the kitchen. The room felt so much smaller than it had twenty minutes ago.

Cillian put his glass down slowly, his movements precise and calculated in the same way a big cat moves. Your breath hitched, half anticipating him to pounce on you like a predator to his prey.

“I mean it,” he repeated, his eyes boring into you and that common casual indifference written onto his face, “you’re a very pretty girl.”

In one quick movement, his hand found the fabric of your sweatshirt and he firmly tugged you forward, closer to him. You stumbled, letting him pull you like a doll. Your eyes found his expectantly, searching for a sense of regret in his eyes. Instead, you were greeted with the feeling of his plush lips meeting yours.

The kiss was surprisingly chaste in comparison to how he had pulled you closer. His lips left yours as quickly as they had found them, his face still held close to yours. His hands reached up and brushed your cheeks with his knuckles repeatedly. You kept your eyes closed, leaning into the touch.

“Is this okay?” he murmured as he continued to stroke the skin of your face and neck, “I need you to tell me this is okay.”

You nodded and sighed. He lightly slapped your cheek, just enough for you to open your eyes and look at him again.

“I need you to say it outloud, darling,” he repeated.

“This is okay,” you said, resting your hand atop his.

“You don’t care that I’m your boss? That I’m so much older than you?”

The harsh slap of reality hit you and you tried not to recoil from his touch. Instead, you swallowed heavily and let the waviness of intoxication wash over you again.

“This is okay,” you said again, unable to say much more than that.

He dove back in again, recapturing your lips with an intensity he had not previously shown. You groaned in surprise, your hands finding his shoulders to keep balance. He walked you backwards against the island, one hand wrapped around the back of your neck to hold you to him. His free hand wandered up your hip and underneath your sweatshirt, finding the soft skin of your stomach and kneading it with his large fingers.

“Fuck,” he rasped into your mouth.

The corner of the island pressed into your back as you tried to keep up with the hastiness of his movements. His tongue smoothed against your bottom lip, breaking through the barrier to kiss you deeper. You mirrored his movements, trying not to let your inexperience show. You had had hookups and boyfriends before, but none that kissed you like this. None that showed this much passion.

His hand slid up from the back of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your head back. You gasped in surprise, grasping his shoulders a bit more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he admitted in between kisses. “Ever since we first fucking interviewed you and I saw your pretty little face.”

Your stomach fluttered and you kissed him back harder in response, causing him to grip your hair harder. Cillian pressed his knee between your legs forcing them apart, closer and closer to where your core ached for him. You whined as he dragged his lips from your mouth and down your neck.

Cillian’s free hand drifted down from the flesh of your stomach and to the waistband of your shorts, eagerly searching out your pussy. In discovering your lack of panties, he nipped at your neck and groaned.

“No panties?” he panted in amusement against your throat. Your face felt hot.

“I didn’t think my boss would be feeling me up in the kitchen.”

Your smugness was interrupted by his fingers rubbing against your clit and then down further through your folds, smearing the growing wetness around your cunt. You whined and pressed forward, pushing your body as close to his as possible. The grip on your hair loosened, that hand moving to hold your waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and mindlessly sucked at the skin.

“You’re fuckin’ heavenly,” he breathed, massaging your clit with the pads of his fingers. You ground down into the pressure, fingers digging into his back.

“Mr. Murphy, please,” you whined, biting at his shoulder through his cardigan. The heat of his erection pressed against your thigh.

He dipped one large finger into your cunt without warning, causing you to yelp and lurch forward even more.

“I told you to call me Cillian, dear,” he said, his hot breath fanning against your ear.

His finger worked in and out of you skillfully, gathering more and more wetness with each thrust. You pressed your hips against it, seeking more pressure, more friction. Cillian added another finger, causing you to moan loudly into the soft fabric of his cardigan. His fingers pumped in and out of you creating a lewd wet noise. You felt your core begin to tighten, your grinding becoming sloppier with each thrust of his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Cillian,” you whined, pulling your head back from his shoulder to desperately find his lips. He met you in the middle and kissed you messily, increasing the speed of his fingers as he felt you tighten. You bucked against him faster, the impending orgasm causing a feeling of overstimulation that threatened tears in your eyes.

“‘M gonna cum,” you said against his lips, gripping at his back as tight as you could.

Just as you spoke, your orgasm broke and warmth filled your body. You cried out, moving your face away from his and tilting it back. The pleasure wracked your body in waves, causing your legs to involuntarily twitch and threaten to give out on you. Cillian watched you hungrily, his eyes studying every muscle in your face as he made you cum.

After letting you calm down quietly, he removed his fingers from you. The absence made you wince, cold air hitting the wet skin of your pussy. Cillian pushed the front of his body against yours, kissing you lazily and pressing his arousal into your thigh.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he stated. The bluntness nearly knocked the breath out of you.

“In here?” you asked innocently.

Cillian wordlessly pulled you away from the counter and gripped your hand, leading you away from the kitchen and up the stairs as you stumbled after him. To your surprise, he led you to your room, which you supposed made sense. It would be too real to get fucked in the bed that he and his wife share.

He closed the door behind him, moving to you quickly to resume making out with you. Insecurity flooded your body at the messiness and immaturity of your bedroom. You pulled back and laughed sheepishly.

“I’m sorry about my room,” you whispered against his lips. “It’s not very ‘big girl’ of me.”

He stroked the sides of your face again, looking you deep in the eyes.

“It’s perfect,” he reassured, “you’re perfect.”

Cillian kissed you again sweetly, and then returned back to the depraved nature of his kisses, kneading and grabbing at your body. He lightly pushed you back onto your bed, crawling on top of you as soon as your back hit the duvet.

He didn’t waste any time removing your sweatshirt and shorts. The garments were off your body with ease, leaving you completely bare underneath him while he still was dressed in his slacks and sweater. Your hand ran up his arm to the collar of the jacket and tugged gently.

“‘S not fair,” you pouted, “take it off.”

He looked down at you with a grin and then sat up, quickly taking off his shirt and pants. You watched intently as he stripped down in front of you, admiring the tone of his body. Compared to other almost-50-year-olds, his body was trim and lithe and it drove you crazy. He pulled down his boxers to free his swollen cock and you watched in awe as it sprung up against the soft of his stomach. He stroked it gently before crawling on top of you again and assaulting your neck with kisses and nips.

You spread your legs to get him closer, your heart skipping a beat as his cock pressed against your core. You suppressed a moan and jerked your hips against his. His lips traveled further down to your breasts, kissing them gently before finding your sensitive nipples and sucking them. Cillian pulled his head back with a sickening pop as he released the nipple, your eyes screwing shut at the offense against the sensitive skin.

“Fuck me, please,” you said breathlessly, pulling his head back up to kiss your lips. He obliged happily, snaking his tongue into your mouth eagerly before sitting up.

He knelt between your legs, one hand holding your legs apart and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. You tried not to jump as you felt his slick head prod at you. He pressed in slowly, meeting slight resistance as your pussy tried to stretch to accomodate him. His tip pushed through the tightness, causing you both to gasp as he entered you. You grabbed his forearms to ground you.

Cillian continued to move forward, reveling in your whine as he filled you up. Once he was fully inside of you, he returned to hover above you and kissed you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and traced your arms up and down his back, encouraging him to move.

The first few thrusts strung as your body struggled to accept the size of his cock, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each snap of his hips. You buried your head in his shoulder again, mouth resting against his bare shoulder as he fucked into you. He was gentle- pulling out half way and then thrusting up to press himself completely inside of you. You whimpered into his skin with each thrust.

His movements picked up, his rocking movement becoming rougher and more intense. He slammed himself into you, desperate to get deeper and deeper. He pulled back from you, grabbing your thighs to reposition you. His hands forced your knees back up against your shoulders, allowing him more access to your cunt. The first thrust into you made you yelp and reach down to grab his thigh.

“Fuck Cillian,” you mewled, “that’s fucking deep.”

He laughed and leaned forward, folding his hands behind your head and continuing to fuck you deeper and deeper. The pressure was unbearable, the noises coming out of your mouth were noises you had never heard before. You could feel his head in the deepest parts of you, pressing into you at an unrelenting pace. His breath was staggering, his eyes wandering around your face as you laid slack jaw underneath him.

“Harder,” you managed to ground out, swallowing deeply.

He sat up for better balance, using his hands to press down into the back of your legs and push them up as much as he could. His speed intensified, pulling himself out to his tip to then slam back into you with as much power as he could muster. You frantically grasped the sheets, seeking something to stabilize you.

“Look at me,” he said hoarsely.

You opened your eyes to stare up at him, his blue eyes bearing back into yours. His face shone with sweat, highlighting his marblesque facial structure. His eyebrow was slightly furrowed in concentration as he fucked you hard.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…” you tried to gather enough strength to warn him but fell flat, your eyes slightly crossing from the intensity.

“‘M gonna come inside, yeah?” Cillian spoke weakly.

You nodded and whined, keeping eye contact with him as your core tightened more and more. His hand reached down to rub your clit, causing you to crash over the edge. You came loudly, unable to hold in a yelp as pleasure washed over your body again. Your walls clenched him, drawing him in deeper and pushing him to his own orgasm.

He fucked you through the pleasure before he let himself cum, his hips staggering before slamming into yours and pressing the both of you further into the mattress. He groaned into your neck, stroking your thigh as he continued to fuck you through the aftershocks of his own orgasm. You could feel the warmth of the cum seep deep into you, his leaking head pressed as far into you as he could.

Cillian lazily kissed you and then rested his forehead against yours, his eyelashes tickling your skin.

You laid like that for a few minutes; your sticky bodies pressed against each other, his softening cock still deep inside of you. He finally sat up after the silent bliss had passed, removing himself from you with a hiss. You could feel a small trickle of warmth drip from your pussy as he moved away.

You laughed breathlessly as the gravity of the situation hit you, the weight of his body moving to lay beside you. His hand stroked your stomach lovingly as you both stared at the ceiling.

“Can we do this again?” you said quietly.

“I don’t think God himself could stop us.”

#hank writes #cillian x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n

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l0v3tast3 · 1 year

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More young!reader and 141 maybeeee? I feel like I just need more headcanons and drabbles

Also maybe like, 141 reacting to reader randomly dropping information like "well, my mum's an alcoholic and she used to beat me"

And this is me speaking from experience cause I do that and like 🥲

✎ i think i got this request like almost a month ago now i am. so sorry lmao but i'm actually getting to it and that's what counts right? right. i pumped this out in like 2 hours which if you knew how i write you would be very impressed 😎

✎ tags: young!reader, military!reader, not proofread im too cool for that, just general fluff like one mention of simon being angsty about u dying ig?

♡ so soap and the reader are definitely really good friends. i don't really think he's like super "mushy"? i guess? like some people make him out to be (not that there's anything wrong with that i love that trope) because like, look at him. i love him but some of the stuff he says in the games is like super fucking #militaryman if that makes sense lmao

♡ you're friends in a sibling kind of way. you make fun of each other all of the time and play pranks with (and on) each other. he goes rough on you when you're sparring but always makes sure you're okay afterwards. a lot of the time he talks to you like you're a little kid in an annoying tone just to piss you off.

♡ simon definitely didn't really want to like you at first, partly because he didn't want to get close to you in case you died or got seriously injured or captured or whatever else could possibly happen. but you literally weaseled your way in as his friend.

♡ after a few weeks of being with the team, you picked up on their likes and dislikes. in particular, you learned which foods simon liked at the cafeteria, you learned what kind of books he read, etc. etc. and so ensued you doing nice things for him.

♡ you would grab him the protein bar he liked from the vending machine when you went to grab yourself or someone else something. if you went somewhere with cheap books, you would grab him one that was similar to what you saw him reading last. you always made it a point to get him cheap things so you could refuse if he tried to pay you back.

♡ most of the time, though, he would say he didn't want it when you handed it to him. you would just shrug and tell him to give it to someone else (you see him with whatever you got him not long after). other times, you'll just sit down next to him and talk to him out of nowhere. towards the beginning, it was more of you talking at him, but that was okay with you. it took longer than the others, but you wormed your way into his cold heart.

♡ price is your new father. he gives you advice on literally everything, whether or not you ask for it (you almost never do). he does the dad thing of the hands on the hips and legs kinda spread while he explains the topic in depth. he has a very vast wealth of knowledge, you come to learn.

♡ i feel like one time you would comment on price's outfit, saying it looked good and matched well one day and he would kind of take it to heart. from then on he'll occasionally ask you how his outfit is that day. he'll play it off as if he's joking, but deep down he's actually curious. you always make fun of him for the hat that's seemingly glued to his head, though.

♡ gaz fully leans into becoming your older brother. he doesn't deny it, he just laughs when someone says anything. also i feel like he'll literally do anything you want to do. he'll go shopping with you, he'll go to bookstores or antique stores or crystal places, literally anywhere. it's gotten to the point where you just tell him to go with you and he just grabs his coat.

♡ he also will play any video game with you and he always beats you at it. it literally does not matter if he's never even heard of this random game you just pulled out of some alternate dimension, he'll be better than you at it. he's also absolutely clueless about his natural talent; if you ask him what the hell he's doing right, he's just like "huh? 🤨🤨"

♡ yeah in regards to randomly dropping trauma like it's nothing, it's definitely a smack in the face to all of them. they talk about the time they almost died in a firefight or when they got shot several times over, but they don't talk about the "deep" stuff.

♡ so it's like, you say some shit like "yeah my [super close person] died when i was really young that was #rough lol" and they all just slowly turn their heads to you like "what the actual fuck did you just say" and you're just like "what's going on why did we stop talking 🧐"

♡ they either move on to a new conversation after several long moments of silence or you just don't notice and continue talking like you didn't just give them mental whiplash.

♡ also so like i'm the type of person that loves clutter and just wants to decorate the hell out of my apartment n shit right? so like if you're also that kind of person and you just amass all this stuff in your room and put in shelves and lamps and posters and pictures covering every wall (even though it's probably against some military code or rules or whatever) and they got a peek they're just like "what the fuck"

♡ every time price sees it he tells you to clean it up but it's half-hearted at best. you tell him he's just jealous of all of your cool stuff, and he secretly is (if you're a mini-fridge kind of person he would definitely want to steal it from you).

♡ if you don't really decorate your room that much or just don't have a lot of stuff, they all get you little things to clutter up your space with. kyle and you come up with a system of buying each other a gift whenever you go shopping together, and he's good at remembering what you like.

♡ i think simon likes carving wood in his spare time, and you'll see him doing this and say that's really cool and good, and he's always just like "ya want it?" and tosses it at you. you don't bother asking if he's sure he wants to give it to you because he already pulled out another block of wood to carve into.

♡ they all also will fight literally anyone for you once you all get closer. you're probably one of, if not the youngest person working in the entire compound and they know how people talk, and if they hear anyone saying anything bad about you for any reason they shut that shit down immediately. you are good, in every aspect, and they all will let everyone know that.

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beekeeperspicnic · 9 months

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What I've been getting up to without my computer

Since I don't have any game updates at the moment I thought I'd give you a look at my very analogue Sherlock Holmes related project!

As you probably know, the Sherlock Holmes stories were mostly originally published in the Strand Magazine which came out as floppy monthly magazines with hardback collections every six months.

A while ago I spotted a really beaten up copy of the July to December 1893 book on eBay for £8. This book can sometimes go for £200 in good condition because it's the one with...

I immediately decided to make repairing it a Project!

You can see here that the text block has totally come away from the boards.

Along the spine I was really excited to see something a little familiar being used to give some structural support! My initial thought was that this had to be a slice of a cover of one of the floppy Strand magazines.

But when I got it loose and studied it, although the paper and ink colour is the same, it doesn't actually follow the layout format of the Strand covers. It's lots of little ads, and they run off the bottom like this is part of a larger document.

Scrap of paper on left, a Strand Magazine on the right:

So yeah, that's still a bit of a mystery, but it's cool to see this scrap of paper the printers had lying around. I had to remove it, but I'm going to keep it safe.

I did some gentle cleaning of the cover using a putty eraser, just gently pressing and rolling, never rubbing. It picked up a little of the grime.

The cover had got some paint splotches on at some point in the past, and I tried to gently remove these. Part of me wishes I'd left them as I think I was starting to effect the blue colour in the area.

(Original on the right, my attempt at cleaning on the left!)

I also reinforced some of the parts of the bookcloth around the spine that were very worn with Japanese tissue, which is very thin but very, very difficult to tear.

Now here's a fun part, with some help from my cat Miss Malkin!

The spine of the book had a few problems.

The fabric which wraps around it and helps attach it to the cover/boards which is called scrim (or mull, I've seen it called both!) had totally decayed and turned into gross dust, I knew I'd need to replace it.

Although the sewn binding was sound, I could tell that the glue wasn't doing its job anymore. It was old 'animal glue' that had turned hard and brittle. I knew I'd need to replace it with something else, like PVA.

I needed to get that glue off, so I tried out a trick I saw online. I made a paste/gel out of methycellulose, which is a substance that gets used as a thickener in lots of food products. Of course I keep mine in a fancy little jar:

The gel softens the old glue without getting it dangerously damp, allowing you to gently scrape it away. I have a really satisfying video of me doing it, but Tumblr only lets you upload one video per post, boo.

Look at all this gnarly gunk!

But look at how good the text block looks with its new scrim and glue!

I got the black paper from Shepherd's in London which is a specialist Art & Conservation Paper shop (they have a book bindery too but it's closed at the weekends.) Buying it was so fun, I got to look through lots of samples and pick something which matched the original paper.

I then had to get it home half way across the country on public transport. Yaaaaay.

I was trying to think what I was going to use to replace the Strand Magazine page on the spine. In the end I decided to leave a little note, for some future person who might take the binding apart someday!

So, here it is!

I have to admit that this whole project has been a real challenge, emotionally more than anything! It's required me to be brave about messing with an old book, and to acknowledge that even where I've made mistakes, at least it's better off then it was when It arrived at my house.

#strand magazine #book restoration #bookbinding #old books #vintage books #history

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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Could you write Erling Haaland x reader

Reader meeting his dad and being great friends before she ever meet Erling and she didn't connect that they are related. So maybe her going to Norway with Erling to meet his family and his dad being happy to see her. Just a lot of fluff

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HAVE YOU MET BEFORE? | chapter 1 - e.h

A/N: My 🌹🌹 anon, it wasn't my intention to actually create a mini series with this request but... IT'S HAPPENING. Hope y'all enjoy this, because it's so ADORABLEEEEEE. Thank you all for 722 followers, love you all xx

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The fun part about owning any kind of shop was the fact that, after some time, you gained regular customers. Of course, they weren’t a lot, but they were yours. And you loved every single one of them. Well, most of the people. Some customers were just insufferable. Luckily, that wasn’t regularly the case.

Nonetheless, it was weird when a new one joined the group; most of the customers that you saw during the week never came back more than twice per month, and you didn’t know what to do to keep them coming more often. Maybe a type of promotion? 2x1 on cupcakes? Buy two books and get breakfast out of the selection? You sighed, looking out of the window. You needed to think a bit harder about it.

Just when you were starting to get deep into the analysis of the market and the endless options you possibly had in front of you, the little bell by the door rang, letting you know someone just came in.

“Welcome!” You said, smiling at the man who was still by the door, looking around with curiosity in his eyes. “May I help you?”

He retrieved his eyes from the few shelves full of books to his right, focusing on your face, and then on the counter, fully stocked with fresh pastries and cookies. You smiled again when his eyes focused back on your face, feeling somehow proud of the attention he was giving to your goodies.

“They are all fresh; I baked them this morning.”

“Oh, are they homemade? That’s amazing.” He finally spoke, surprising you with a little bit of an accent. “What do you recommend?”

“If I were you, I’d totally get the butter cookie, a good croissant filled with cream cheese, and a cappuccino.” You made a little gesture with your hands. “It all wraps up pretty nicely; it’s my go-to thing when I want a good breakfast before work.”

“Very well, I’ll take that.” He got closer to the counter, still eyeing the rest of the options. “And you know what? Let me get two nutella croissants and some of these little ham pastries right there. Oh, and maybe a couple of cookies... Mmmh, two with oats, two with chocolate chips, and two butter ones.” He smiled when he saw your surprised expression. “I have a son that eats a lot.”

You laughed along with him, still writing down his order.

“I can’t blame him, food is the best thing in the world.” You paused, doubting a bit. “Would you like all that to go?”

“Please.” He sat down on one of the stools next to the coffee machine. “But I’ll have the cream cheese croissant and the coffee here. He’s training, so I’m free for another hour.”

“Oh yeah? Training for what?” You liked to chat with clients whenever you could. They always had the most interesting stories.

“He’s a footballer, you know? Just like his father.” He seemed very proud of it.

“That’s so cool! I hope he does well.” You smiled at him after leaving his coffee in front of him. “I’ll give you some sugar if you want.”

“Oh no, I’m fine... By the way, is this your shop?”

“Yep, I opened not so long ago, but it’s going well. I really enjoy being an owner.”

“That’s very good, I’m happy for you. It’s difficult to start a business when you’re young, but if you keep your mind on it, everything will go exactly as you plan.”

“Thank you, sir.” He really seemed like a nice person. “Here you go, all packed up for the big boy. Make sure he eats some of it warm, it’s better like that.”

“I will, I will. He’ll be thankful for this treat, I can assure you that.” He laughed along, and you hoped for him to come back more often. You could be happy with just one more nice customer like him.

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You were annotating some orders you got by phone, a reservation made by Thomas, a regular customer who really wanted one of the tables for him by lunch time, and counting how much milk you had left before you actually ran out when the bell rang. Your eyes immediately went from the notebook between your hands to the door, smiling a bit when you saw the person already walking towards the counter.

“Hello there, Alfie.”

The blonde man made a little reverence, making you laugh. Weeks passed by, and he, as you suspected, became a regular. Every time he could, he passed by and bought some breakfast for him and a big amount of things for his son, who you grew more and more curious to know more about. You didnʼt know why, but you already felt like you knew this son of his pretty well, although you hadn’t asked for his name, because it seemed a bit overbearing. Plus, the man was very funny, which made your morning bearable.

“Hello dear.” He sat on the same stool as always, already eyeing the freshly baked items. “The usual.”

You nodded, grabbing a cream cheese croissant and the milk, ready to make him his daily cappuccino.

“Howʼs the big boy doing? Did that pain on his leg went away?”

“Big boy” was the nickname you gave Alfieʼs son. None of you ever mentioned the fact that you didnʼt know his real name or age, but both of you seemed fine with it. You didnʼt want to appear extremely curious or anything like that, although you were. Alfie seemed to be a bit famous from how much he was recognized in the shop the few times he stayed longer than his usual hour, when it was just him and you. He also said he was a footballer when he was younger, but you didn’t dare to google him. It felt disrespectful.

“Ah yeah, that thing was just a little discomfort, but the physio already said it was nothing. Heʼs good now, back on the field. Stronger than ever.”

“Iʼm happy to hear that.” You said, assuming that was all the information you were going to get. “Make sure he rests a lot and drinks water, the pain will be back if he doesn’t give himself a break.”

“Ah, I try to, but the boy is as stubborn as I was back in the day. I guess thatʼs what I get by educating him with my mentality of never giving up, huh?” You giggled when he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, by the way, my dear. Iʼm going back to Norway a little bit earlier than expected. So I wonʼt be around here a lot for the next couple of weeks, take care, mmh? Iʼll miss these pastries you make.” He said after he finished his plate, already grabbing the box full of sweets to take with him.

In the past few weeks, you learned that Alfie was from Norway, lived in the country-side for most of his free time, had five children, and hated Manchester United. It didnʼt seem like a lot, but since he was a private person, you knew it was a lot of information coming from him.

“Aw! Well, make sure to take care as well. And say hi to your wife, she seems like a lovely person.” You doubted for a second before speaking again. “Why donʼt come here before you leave? Maybe you can take some of them with you?”

“Iʼll think about it!” He finally got up, smiling at you one last time. “See you later, darling.”

“Bye! Have a great trip!”

Aw, youʼll miss that old man.

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youremyheaven · 6 days

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What are your thoughts on men with prominent Venus nakhatras? Ngl, I feel from personal experience that Purva Phalguni men have an inclination to be more promiscuous compared to other nakshatras 😂 Do you feel Bharani and Uttara Phalguni are similar as well?

my FAV question 😍bc I'm a Venusian men connoisseur, enthusiast and expert 😤🤭

God has given me the exquisite privilege of having known many Venusian men and women and let me tell y'all 😍I love them😍 this is gonna be a bit of a storytime as well so buckle up.

Fair warning, these experiences are a bit of a mixed bag 🤧😤

1. Purvaphalguni Moon guy, super duper sweet, would bring me chocolates, drop me home in his car whenever I asked?? just all around super considerate?? he always did that tall guy thing where they bend forward a little bit to hear you better and idk it always made my heart skip a beat 😌he once saw me argue with a guy and he intervened and then also told me to let him know if this other guy ever gave me trouble (im really into this kind of performative masculinity 😌) he always defended me in front of others?? and always took my side and made me feel comfortable. he asked me out one night and confessed that he had a thing for me for 5 years (i been knowing but I played it cool 😎) but then got all pervy and said he wished I was in bed next to him??? 🤮🤮🤮Imagine waiting 5 years to confess and then u fkn ruin it like that ??? Gave me the ICK big time. I stopped talking to him, 6 months later, he texts me again and says he misses me and wants to ask me out again and I was seeing my ex at that point so I told him I'm seeing someone else and he said ?? it doesn't matter ??? 😭😭 and that he's never ever felt this way ever before and that he wanted me to think this over ??? (I never texted him after that)

2. Purvaphalguni Moon man in his 30s- I worked with him a few years ago. He was super shy and kind of awkward but extremely intelligent and good at what he did. He was married and had a kid. He always gave me mixed signals?? one day I was working with him and it was just us and he said that he's been intrigued by me since the first day and that he usually never initiates conversation with anyone but really wants to talk to me (he seemed genuine and he legit did not speak to anybody there and he had a very warm gentlemanly demeanor so none of this sounded creepy to me) and he told me that I seem very different from everybody else and I was like 😏😏but then he said "you seem to carry a heavy emotional burden" and I was like 😳😳how u know that and I said (we were talking in our mother tongue and I said this using very formal language??) "I don't deny that" and he responded (in similarly formal language) "Even if you do, I won't believe you" and trust me y'all my heart was 😭😭😭he always helped me?? always did little things to make things easier for me?? even when we weren't directly working together, i could always tell he was watching me?? He always indulged me?? I remember how I'd do something stupid and look at him with a 🥺🥹poor me kind of expression and his face would soften and he'd help me out in a very warm genuinely sweet way?? the first guy I mentioned was also like that, the eyes chico, they never lie

3. My ex had Venus atmakaraka so I'm gonna include him 🤪

Y'all the man was obsessed with me. He'd come all the way over to my house, just to see me stand on my balcony 😭 he came all the way over to my house to give me a love letter he wrote for me?? He knew I loved dark chocolate so one day out of the blue, he bought me a big bar for no reason?? along with a book because he knows I love to read 😭😭he loved giving head 🤪i associate being a giver with Venusian men ngl and he always told me he was so fond of it. He always video called me bc he missed seeing me and whenever we went even a little while without talking on call, he'd call me and then say "God I missed your voice, please keep talking, I just want to hear you" 😭😭😭and he'd buy me little gifts 🥺 and we'd do this thing where he kissed me all over my face, even on video?? like I'd point to my forehead and he'd kiss that, then cheek, other cheek until my whole face was covered. I have a lot of moles all over me and he remembered them all and he'd give kisses to them as well 😭😭😭he always told me how pretty I looked and whenever I got shy, he'd do these cute hand gestures that you'd do to coo a baby?? and he'd say "awwww ur sooo cuteee when ur shy" and give me kisses 🥺and he always told me how he wants to see me make art etc and he'd call me after every therapy session to know how it went 🥺🥺 a million things were wrong with our relationship but all the goodness i associate with Venus tbh 😍

4. my Purvashada Moon male friend

he was in a relationship when i was friends with him but again, he was sooooo fond of me 🥺I was chilling with his gf once and he ran up to us with a DSLR and took pics of me and not her?? (I always felt like he didn't enjoy being with her but this moment really cemented that) he always included me in everything and he loved it when I'd make my jokes or tease him or whatever,, I'm the type of person who loves to be taken care of and he was the kind of guy who loved taking care of people,, he was always gentlemanly and sweet and would compliment me randomly?? again, he's never been a creep to me but I always felt awkward about how he seemed to treat me better than he treated his gf (he ended up cheating on her and breaking up with her so 😬😬)

5. Bharani Moon failed talking stage

He was super duper sweet. Extremely gentlemanly and considerate. One thing I've noticed is that all these Venusian men have complimented my voice/said they love to listen to me talk. I used to sing this man to sleep ya'll 🥹and he always said I put him in a trance?? lol? One time I told him that I'm such a boomer and I only know how to use my phone to text and make calls and he said "that's all you need to know cause if you need anything else, you have me" (for context: he was a software engineer) he helped me set up my LinkedIn??? one day we were on call and he asked me "oh the xyz internship you mentioned, can you tell me more about it?" and i thought it was a general question and i started yapping and he did that with my other internships and finally he said, "okay check your WhatsApp" and he had sent me a summarised bullet point list of everything??? and he said "okay now just copy paste this to LinkedIn" and i was so shook?? lol, he stayed on call with me until I was done, i asked him a million dumb questions and he was patient af and literally held my hand through the whole process (setting up a profile is really not that hard at all, it's just filling up a bunch of stuff and he was helping me out with that) after things ended between us, we spoke one more time and he said "I made xyz dish" (a dish that I had told him was my fav and which he didn't know how to make and promised me he would learn) and i was like "why?" and he said "because I was thinking of you and promised you I'd learn to make it" 😩😩😩😩i s2g these Venusian men really know how to get into ur heart bc wtf

6. Bharani Moon, the guy who I think might be my twin flame

First of all, UFFFFF he was obsessed with me. For over a year, he'd just follow me around like a lamb and stare. Even after he asked me out and I said I wasn't interested, he still didn't give up??? he seemed so obsessed with me , it was crazyy, he told me he just wanted to see me and talk to me (I don't know his personality at all but getting those texts kinda creeped me out but maybe he was as genuine as all the other guys?? 😶 Idk) he was always so intense?? like he never shied away from expressing his interest in me, i never expected him to be so forthcoming lol. he came all the way to my uni for no reason than to see me not once but TWICE 🥺🥺wish i could've interacted with him offline to gauge his personality bc based on how he was on text and call, I was put off by his intensity

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7. bc i remembered another guy who was a Purvaphalguni Sun, Purvashada Moon

he was super sweet to me, he always wanted to talk to me, we'd spend hours talking and he always complimented me, he always asked me if he could bring me snacks??? and he lived like half an hour away and he always said "yk you just have to call and ill be at your door" whenever i spoke about wanting to travel, he'd always say "i'll take you" (i had known of him for a long time but we'd only been talking for a few days so i thought it was too much and kinda gave me the ick???) and he was always just doing THE most and then he got super pervy which made me uncomfortable. i told him off for it and he said sorry and then literally in the next conversation when i asked him "what are three things you'd want to do before you die?", he said 2 things and then said "you" and i was like 🙄🙄and he said "dont hold it against me, im a dying man" ICKKKK anyways we stopped talking lol

im actually only now realising that ive had less than positive experiences with Venusian women lol lmk if you want me to talk about that tho 😶

#venus #venusian men

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silenzahra · 6 days

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Dear friends: I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖

I don't even know where to start... I feel so HONORED that you've enjoyed my latest post so much 🥹😭💖

Thank you so much for all the comments, and likes, and reblogs, and for recommending it to your followers and friends. I swear I still feel like dreaming and you guys make this feel even better 🥹🥹🥹

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@thesavagekitten This goes for all of you 👇

I really hope I didn't forget about anyone! 💖💖💖

In all honesty, I never thought this would get this far... It all started with some silly ideas from an avid bookworm who began to see herself reflected in her favorite character and got extremely excited every time she saw him with a book. And, from then... it all came alone, more or less. I've totally poured into Luigi (and the whole post) my own feelings when reading and fangirling over books, for you BET I'm also extremely intense when I'm enjoying a good novel. I simply thought that Luigi would act the same, since I have in common with him that I also get emotional very easily and experiment my own feelings in a very intense way. And it only makes me feel all the way more connected to my beloved boy in green 💚💚💚

So thank you. Thank you for your enthusiasm (I didn't expect that there would be so much anticipation when I shared my teaser post a few days ago!), and for welcoming all my ideas with open arms. I totally enjoyed writing them, and it was definitely something I needed after everything I went through last month. These headcanons have helped me connect with Luigi (and the whole gang) again, which means I totally feel like writing fics again and I just couldn't be happier because I've missed it so much! 🥹🥹🥹 I really hope you're ready, because some of the HCs I've shared today will definitely become written works in the future! And I'll obviously be bringing at last my pending fics! ✨

Of course, I can't leave without giving special thanks to the amazing @itsavee4117 for his lovely post (please go check it! 💖💖💖). Dear friend, it's been such a pleasure to work with you and to see some of my ideas come to life in your gorgeous art style! 🥹 I just LOVE how you've illustrated them, the many details here and there, how expressive and CUTE all the characters look... And of course, seeing our beloved Luigi in a beautiful dress is always such a treat! 💚 I seriously LOVE all of your drawings, but if I had to choose, I'd go with the babies (MY HEART 😭), the Cycle of the Common Reader (Peach and Luigi are so ME in that one!), and of course...

LUAISY 💚🧡

They look so damn CUTE 😭😭😭 I swear, I've enjoyed writing the whole post, but the Luaisy parts were my ABSOLUTE favorite because this couple really owns my heart. And, more specifically, their first Book Day together, with Daisy's purple dress covering Luigi's legs while he tries to read the book he has gifted her... My God, how I ENJOYED writing that. These two cuddling and kissing and sharing their love for literature I just 😭😭😭 I love them.

And then you go and draw this MASTERPIECE and I'm. So dead and happy and crying 😭😭😭😭😭 It's literally my phone wallpaper right now, THANK YOU, thank you for all your drawings, Vee, but especially for this one 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 You made me SO HAPPY 😭😭😭💚🧡✨

Again, thank you everyone for all your love and support! You truly mean EVERYTHING to me 🥹 I still can't get over the fact that what I write not only interests you, but you also enjoy and love it. I'm so elated to be part of such an amazing and wholesome community 💖💖💖

I'm now off to bed, but again, thank you so much for making this the best Book Day I've ever had 🥹🥹🫂🫂 I love you all with all my heart 💖💖💖💖💖

#THANK YOU #I don't deserve you #you're all so GREAT and SWEET #I truly and deeply adore you #thank you so much 🫂💖#Luigi the Bookworm #Book Day #Luaisy #thank you post #silenzahra

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lady-rose-moon · 1 year

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I’d love to request a story where Loki and yn meet for the first time and somehow she sparks his interest what never really happened before ☺️

Library meet cute || Loki x Reader || Requests open ||

A/N: I may have taken creative liberties here but I hope you still like it, nonny! <3

Warnings: hate of species!

Ever since Loki began to serve his sentence on Midgard alongside those he’d harmed during his attack, he’d come to appreciate one place in all of New York above all else. The library. Sure, it was open to the public and people always bustled in and out, discussing loudly about the books they’d read and the ones they needed to return but it was such a familiarity to Loki that he found himself smiling despite the fact and enjoying the cool breeze that wafted from the air conditioners on the ceilings.

Loki had begun his visits after the library was reopened to the public three months after his attack. Odin hadn’t hesitated to give him the punishment of a lifetime and force him to live alongside the people he’d made his enemies. His magic was restricted and he wasn’t allowed to use it in public lest he terrify all the people he had to live with.

The God of Mischief adored these small moments he had to himself where he was allowed to just browse literature and forget that everybody here feared him. His fingertips grazed the spines of countless books as he looked at the fiction section, trying to find a suitable novel to get stuck into when his fingers brushed against someone elses.

Alarmed, Loki withdrew his fingers and turned to his side where he saw a beautiful woman staring at him. Loki blinked for a few seconds before regaining his composure and dropping into a respectful bow. “I apologise, my lady,” he began with complete sincerity, looking up at the woman unsurely, “I must have zoned out and not noticed.”

“It’s alright,” she responded with a warm smile, looking back to the shelf and picking a book before turning to Loki again and holding it out to him, “this is The Great Gatsby, you sound like the type to enjoy such a novel.”

“Fitzgerald’s work?” Loki murmured mostly to himself as he took the book from the woman’s fingers and looked down at the classical hardcover, “have you read it?”

“Oh, once or twice,” she shrugged with an easy smile, tilting her head as she looked up at him, “wasn’t really my style but you seem like the one to like it more. I’m Y/N, by the way. Thought we’d possibly like to know each other’s names.”

“Don’t you know who I am?” Loki asked with a raised eyebrow, watching as the woman looked him up and down before shrugging and offering a polite smile. “I am Loki of Asgard,” he continued with a confused tone in his voice, “I attacked your planet a year ago and now I spend my exile here alone.”

Realisation seemingly spread across her face and she clicked her fingers, “right! Laufeyson! You’re living with the Avengers, right? I’m not from New York, just visiting but I’ve heard that a criminal is now living under the Avengers care!”

“I’m not in their care,” Loki sneered before seeing the surprise in her eyes and quickly backing down and whispering, “forgive me, I did not mean to startle you thus. It is unbecoming of the Prince of Asgard.”

Loki studied the woman in front of him and that’s when he sensed the slight whiff of magic coming from her form and he tilted his head slightly. “Do you have magic?” he asked very abruptly, watching as your eyes widened and you looked around to see if you were being listened to.

Once you were sure that there were no eavesdroppers, you glared up at Loki. “I concede,” you whispered with a frown, “I am Y/N Y/L/N, I am the daughter of one of the lords of Jötunheim. I’m not supposed to be on Midgard but I was so curious.”

Surprise washed over Loki’s face as he stared down at the woman before him. She was a Jötun?! He had thought he’d destroyed Jötunheim in his blind rage three years ago but seeing a living Jötun here was evidence that he had obviously failed to destroy the planet of monsters like himself.

Even though he knew of this woman’s true nature, he could not stop himself from thinking about how beautiful she looked and how he felt no disgust towards her as he eternally felt towards himself. To him, she was no different than any other woman he’d met here on Midgard, her magic was incredibly strong to allow her to blend into American society so easily.

“Loki?” her sweet voice echoed in his brain as she stared up at him and he saw the fear in her eyes, “you said you were of Asgard. Are you going to kill me like other Asgardians?”

“No!” Loki found himself saying in a hurry, surprising himself and Y/N by how quickly he’d replied, “I could never kill a beauty such as you.”

Loki didn’t know what was happening to himself! Normally when he thought of the blue monsters he’d been taught to hate, he felt disgust and judgement towards his race and occasionally thought about murdering every last one even if he had no magic. It would make Odin proud, at least, to have the enemies destroyed. But when he looked down at this woman, he didn’t feel that way at all. In fact, his heart was speeding up and every muscle in his body wanted him to reach out and embrace her, reassure her that everything is alright and that he would never harm her and it scared him. It scared him how quickly he was falling for this woman, more than he’d fallen into the thrall of any Aesir maiden.

Perhaps it was the monster in himself, perhaps it was in his blood to react thus towards a female Jötun. Perhaps this had always been how he felt deep inside and now he was only just realising that.

“Well… how about we leave this place?” Y/N suggested, grabbing Loki’s attention as quickly as any other time she’d spoken. Her voice sounded like honey, her smile comforted him more than he’d ever been comforted in his life by his brother and mother. This fragile heart he kept behind so many concrete walls were already starting to crack oh too quickly for his taste.

Loki nodded as he followed you out of the library after checking out The Great Gatsby. Loki guided you to a coffee shop that he had come to love that was a good twenty minutes walk away from the library. All the way, Loki felt this pull towards you that he’d never felt before, a tug on his heart that was telling him that you were destined to be his and only his.

It seemed, deep in the Jötun side of him, he knew he’d found his mate. His Aesir side just wouldn’t know for a while yet.

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rizykim · 9 months

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Surprise | Jake Sim

Pairing: College!Jake × College!You

Summary: Jake finally gathered up the courage to confess his love to you in the most unexpected of way.

Warning: Fluff and a tad bit Angst (?)

Wordcount: 1K

Dedicated to a friend of mine <3

Note: Instead of 'Y/n' it'll be '___' for you enter your name and if you did enjoy please do leave a like and repost if you can,it would help alot!

C'mon, Jake, you can do this. Just say it and give her the flowers; it's not a big deal." Jake paced back and forth next to the long library table sitting beside the row of windows, a little above the table level, as the gloomy lights of the afternoon sky shone down through the transparent glass, landing on the nearby objects and Jake's nervous figure too. His hand went up to his lips, nibbling on the nails, while the other hand placed itself on his hip.

Ugh, why are you anxious? Pull yourself together, Jake; you can do this!" He tried to calm himself down with a few deep breaths but was interrupted by the sound of the library door opening.

'Oh no! That's her! What am I going to do? Wait, I have to just say it. Okay, calm down, Jake; just quickly say it. He talked to himself back and forth and tried to stay cool by leaning back on the table, waiting for ___ to show up. His heart was impatiently beating loudly against his chest with a weird feeling. His palms started to sweat, and he quickly wiped it off with his jeans. He adjusted his glasses once more and made sure his attire was well and neat before leaning back with his eyes glued to the regular path she takes to reach The reading area.

Jake and ___'s first encounter was As if it were from a Rom-com college mello drama. Six months ago, when ___ was trying to reach to take a book from a high shelf, she had to stand on a stool to grab it, but that height was also too short to reach the book. She stretched her arm as much as possible and stood on her toes, and finally, after a minute of struggle, she was able to get it, but all of a sudden, The leg of the stool broke and she fell backwards. Hugging The book close to her with her eyes shut,she waited for the hard impact to hit her, only to feel two people holding her up from behind. She opened her eyes slowly and looked back to see a guy with glasses holding her up from her waist. He brought her down and lightly chuckled, scratching his nape at the odd interaction. His eyes travelled to The Book in Her Hands, which was a book he had enjoyed reading so well that he was hoping to read it again that day until this happened. And that was how their love for books brought them together.

The moment she came into his view,he felt his heart beat even faster. He gulped when he saw the beautiful smile that she offered to him, which felt like an arrow to his heart, making him weaker over her and making him fall for her all over again. His mouth twitched hesitantly, but he managed to make a smile for her.

"Hey!" She said this, grinning, and kept her bag at the table next to him.

"Ey... Um, so have you finished your classes?" Jake asked, not knowing what to start with.

Yeah, the last two classes were cancelled, so I came back after seeing your text," She said, walking around and taking a seat,pulling out the recent book she was hooked up on.

"What about you?" She asked him, looking up at him.

"Same here," He briefly responded, breaking eye contact.

Kay, I hope you don't mind if I read here." She asked, lifting the book in her hands, and he replied positively.

The room was silent for a while. ___ was busy reading her book while Jake was trying to act busy when really he was having a mental debate about the best moment to say it. He was drowning in his thoughts until he heard the pattering sounds of rain. He glanced at the Windows beside them to see a light rain.

'Is this a sign? He questioned himself with a frown and thought to risk it.

"Um, sorry to bother you, but um, I have to ask to tell you..." He said this while looking her in the eyes.

Okay, sure,go ahead," She said, flipping her book upside down and turning to face him more.

Jake cleared his throat and hoped the best for what was about to come out of his mouth next.

"Uh, have you finished reading that book I handed you about two weeks ago?" He purred, pursing his lips.

"Um... Oh yeah, I did, but I gave it to my friend since she wanted to read it too. She told me this morning she finished it, so if you need it back, I can quickly grab it for you.

Oh, that would be great if you could please," He said, and ___ stood up, leaving the room as the creek of the front door signalled Jake.

Jake quickly got on his feet and started the work he had prepared for. He gave it all his effort and finished it,waiting for _____ to come back.

After a few minutes, he heard the door open, and he got ready to take position. He straightened his back and cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn't crack at that very moment. He stood behind the book shelf, of which the other side was the path ___ was coming in, and saw her entering with an amazed expression.

The place was littered with rose petals on the floor and other objects nearby. Scented candles were lit here and there, and a row of fairy lights hung across the big windows. ___ looked in awe at the sudden change of place as her heart fell in love with the simple yet pretty sight.

Right then, Jake stepped out, standing behind her,tapping on her shoulder once before kneeling on one knee and holding up the beautiful bouquet of red roses. A giddy smile over his lips as he glanced at her lovingly, to which she gasped with the book she brought back still in hand.

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now, but I just didn't have the courage to say it. I was afraid things would be moving too fast and wanted to take things slow, but seeing the way so many other guys were talking about how pretty you are and how they were planning to ask you out, it just made me jealous, and I worried that I might be too late." He forgot everything he had planned to say when he was going to confess and instead went with saying what his heart poured out: "There is no moment I fell for you because I fell for you every time I was with you. Your presence has brought me a lot of happiness through these past few months, and I wish to cherish it As long as I live. I honestly think we could have a long journey hand in hand." ___ stood there speechless at the things he was saying. She felt her heart blooming with so much happiness and excitement over seeing and hearing him.

"What I'm trying to say is,I love you, and I want us to be together." He finished off, expecting her to take the flowers and say yes,but instead she crouched down to his level and hugged him tight. Sobbing lightly into his shoulder, "Yes, I love you too, Jake," she said, and he felt relieved to know both share the same feelings.

He hugged her back and lifted her,twirling her in his embrace with joy. "Thank you, thank you so much. I love you so much." He said it with shimmery eyes. ___ giggled in his embrace,still being held up by her waist. She smiled at him as he did the same. For a brief moment, they looked down at each other's lips and went in. Both eyes closed as they exchanged a pure kiss.

The scenery was indeed an memory to have forever. The way they held each other in their arms sharing a blissful kiss while the romanticized room of roses and candle in the library emphasised their love while the outside was showered with rain that was visible from the windows above. It was trully,a beautiful moment.

And no worries Jake didn't light up the candle near any flammable materials XD

#jake sim #enhypen #enhypen fluff #jake imagines #enha #enhypen imagines #jake enhypen #sim jaeyun #Library confession #cute love #confession #jake fluff #jake x reader

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Seventeen

August 1997

Windsor College was a breath of fresh air. I was twenty-four thousand miles away from Woodsbor. Sidney, and Randy were here as well. Sidney was going for performance Arts and Randy was in film. I was here for music. It was a great school to attend when you wanted to be in that kind of industry. Sidney wanted to be an actress, which checks out. She was in drama all through high school. Randy isn't a big surprise either. He'd make a killer director.

I somehow got lucky enough not to have to share a dorm room. Sidney was on the floor below me and had a roommate, Hallie. She was pretty cool. She didn't really know who we were, which is nice and she's a psychology major. Randy was across campus which kind of sucked. We got here about a week ago. I had everything set up the way I wanted and was just making a few small changes and adding a few things. My window looked out to the back of the college. There were woods in the distance.

That's what I was doing now, looking out the window. I still look for Stu everywhere I go. Next month will be two years since mom has been gone and a year since the whole Woodsboro Massacre as the media likes to call it. Sidney and I have been asked to tell our story by several talk shows, magazines, you name it. We've both said no over and over again. We did do a couple interviews seeing as fucking Gale wrote a damn book about it. And now there is talk about a movie being made about our fucking lives.

It was dark out. I could see people walking around heading to parties. That's one thing I didn't want to go to. The last party I was at, my boyfriend and my sister's boyfriend tried to kill me. There were times when I thought I saw him in a crowd of people. I know it sounds like I'm going insane but I swear he's watching me. Just like I know he was in that attic when I went to pick up my stuff. I mean there was no way he wasn't. Leslie came in just as I was about to open the door and then she told me about the letter. That means his parents are helping him hide.

I turned around and grabbed my clothes, towel, and shower basket then headed out the door to the showers. It was around nine so everyone was out at the parties around campus. Somehow Hallie had talked Sindye into going to one of the Sorority parties. Hallie had her mind set on pledging to one as soon as she was able to and wanted to check them all out before picking. I down right refused to go with them. Nothing Hallie could say could convince me to go.

After I was finished with my shower I went back to my room, put my clothes in the hamper, and put my shower basket away. I was brushing my hair with my back to the corner by the door. I stopped brushing my hair when I felt a cold chill run down my spin. The hair on my arms stood and something inside me was screaming at me. Telling me there was something wrong.

Then a sudden warmth surrounded me and someone was whispering in my ear. "Miss me, baby?" My whole body stiffened and my stomach flipped. I felt like I was going to be sick. My brain was screaming at me to run but I couldn't move. "You never learn do you? You couldn't remember to lock your window and now you can't remember to lock your door. What am.i going to do with you? Hmm?" As soon as I felt his lip touch my neck I threw myself across the room.

"Don't come near me!" I yelled, pointing my finger at him. He held his hands up, "whoa. Hey, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." He slowly walked towards me and I moved around him towards the door. "Come on, babe. I just want to talk." I shook my head and reached behind me, wrapped my hand around the door knob and turned it. As soon as it was open I bolted out the door and down the hall. "I like the chase!"

I ran down the stairs and pushed through the doors that led outside. There was nobody around now. I looked behind me to see Stu coming out of the same doors I just did. I ran across the lawn and towards Randy's dorm. I don't know if he was even in his room or if he went to a party. I looked behind me only to see Stu wasn't following me. I stopped and looked around me, spinning in circles. I screamed when a hand landed on my shoulder and started to push and hit whoever it was.

"Whoa! Whoa, hey, yn! Yn, it's just me!" I stopped fighting and looked up to see Randy. "Hey, it's okay." I launched myself at him and he wrapped his arms around me. "Okay…you're okay. What's going on? You're shaking." I let out a sob and he pulled away holding me at arm's length. "Yn, I need you to tell me what happened," he said. I looked around expecting to see Stu but I didn't or I couldn't. I could feel him watching, I just

couldn't see him.

"I–I um… he…" I was still looking around trying to find Stu. "He…who is he? Who are you looking for? Yn. Yn, who are you talking about?" I looked at Randy and shook my head. "No one. I just thought I saw um… I thought I saw Stu." I couldn’t look at him anymore. I didn't want to see the pity or the look people give when they think you lost your mind. "Nevermind. I'm sorry."

Randy shook his head and pulled me into a hug. "It's fine. I get it. It's been rough on you, and he's still out there somewhere, but honestly, yn… I don't think Stu would be stupid enough to come back." I nodded my head and pulled away. "Um…what're you doing out so late?" I asked. He shrugged, "I was going to go to the party but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was heading back to my dorm." I let out a small laugh. "Well, do you want to come to my dorm? We can like… watch a movie or something." He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and nodded. "Sure. But I'm picking the movie."

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geekfanficwriter · 1 year

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10 Things I Like About You- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have an identical twin sister who is everything you're not and you're tired of constantly being compared to her. You finally meet someone who doesn't compare you to her, or does he? Words: 4.5k Warnings: angst, sexual themes, drug use

‘Twins. There are twins.’ Gareth runs over to the Hellfire table and slams his hands on it. ‘I’m concerned you didn’t know about twins before this.’ Eddie shot back causing the rest of the group to laugh. ‘I knew about twins before. What I meant was two new girls have transferred in for senior year and they’re twins.’ ‘You’re way too excited about this. Stop renting weird pornos at the video shop.’ Eddie laughs. He was really not interested in some random girls. Especially as they would just be like every other girl in the school. ‘Whatever look there’s one of them.’ Gareth said pointing over at a girl who was standing chatting with the cheerleaders. He rolled his eyes, of course, she was already in with the popular crowd. ‘Thought you said they were twins. Where’s the other one?’ Jeff asked. ‘I don’t know.’ Gareth looks around to see if he can see you anywhere. ‘Ah ha, there.’ He said pointing at you as you walk past their table, sitting down at the empty table next to them. Eddie’s breath hitches. He could see the similarities between you and your sister but you were so different. A black leather jacket with a Slayer shirt underneath and a pair of ripped jeans tucked into heavy boots made you stand out, along with the various chains accessorising your outfit. You clearly had no interest in interacting with the rest of the world around you; your headphones on and a book in your hand. Eddie craned his next to see what book you were reading. It by Stephen King. Fuck, you liked horror as well. Eddie felt a feeling stirring in his chest. He was pretty sure you were his dream girl. He watched as a few of the girls who had been talking to your sister walked over to you and tapped you on the shoulder. You pulled off your headphones, clearly annoyed to be interrupted. ‘Hi, we’ve been talking to your sister and she seems really cool so we figured we’d invite you to hang with us too. We can even give you a makeover.’ They smiled sweetly at you as you glared back. ‘I would rather shoot myself in the jaw than spend time with you guys.’ You reply before pulling your headphones back over your ears. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked look on their face as they walked away mumbling about how much of a freak you were as they walked away. He couldn’t help but continue to stare at you. There was just something about you that drew him in. You looked over and catch him staring at you, smirking at him as you did. God, he was so fucked.

A week later and Eddie still couldn’t get you out of his head. Your sister had fitted right in with the popular crowd even earning herself a spot on the cheer squad despite auditions being months ago but you didn’t seem to want to interact with anyone. Every time someone approached you, you would come out with an angry snapback causing them to walk away from you. And Eddie found it fascinating. Why didn’t you want to interact with people? How would you react if he tried to approach you? Eddie thought about this as he sat on his bench in the woods waiting for his next ‘client’ to show up. He wanted to talk to you but he had to admit he was scared. Not just because of your attitude but in his eyes, you were the most perfect girl he’d ever seen. It was like he had literally created you himself. That’s why he was so scared to talk to you. Because it could shatter his fantasies. ‘Hey.’ He heard a voice say from his right, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him jump. He turned and saw you walking towards him and he felt a lump in his throat. You were not the person he was waiting for. ‘I heard you’re the person to buy weed from.’ You said standing in front of him now. ‘Oh right, yeah, weed.’ He said, fumbling for the metal lunchbox in front of him. ‘How much do you want?’ ‘Just an eighth for now.’ You shrug and he pulls out a bag holding it out to you. ‘I’ll give it to you for free as it’s your first time buying from me.’ He smiles at you, trying to keep his cool but his heart was beating out of his chest. ‘You sure I’m good for it.’ You raise an eyebrow. ‘Yep definitely.’ He nods as you cautiously take the bag out of his hand. ‘And you’re not expecting any other form of payment are you?’ Your voice is careful and slightly threatening as you speak. ‘God no.’ Eddie stutters out, shaking his head but he can’t help the images that floor his brain after you say that. You shrug and hold the bag properly, taking a few steps back to lean against a tree behind you as you pull a grinder out of your pocket and pour some weed into it before grinding it up. ‘So where did you move?’ Eddie asks as he watches your hand movements carefully. ‘Just another shithole town in Indiana.’ You shrug, pulling out some loose tobacco and rolling papers from your pocket, shaking the weed and tobacco into the paper before shoving it all back into your pocket as you start to roll. ‘Why Hawkins then?’ He asks as your tongue pokes out, licking the paper. Eddie felt himself get turned on watching you. ‘Because my parents chose this town.’ You shrugged lightning the joint and taking a drag. ‘You want a drag?’ You asked. ‘Yeah sure.’ Eddie nodded and you walked forward handing him the joint. As you did your sleeve pulled up slightly and he saw a tattoo of a crow. ‘Oh, hey cool tattoo.’ He nodded at your wrist as he took a drag. ‘Oh yeah, thanks.’ ‘So you got any others?’ He was curious now. ‘You’ll have to wait and see.’ You winked, taking the joint out of his hand and walking away. He ran his hands through his hair, you were definitely something special.

You were definitely fucked. You had been buying weed from Eddie regularly for about a month now and you had started developing feelings for him. Sure you thought he was hot from your first day at Hawkins High and maybe you’d considered hooking up with him if he was down for it but you didn’t want to fall for him. All you wanted was to get through your senior year completely alone so you could move away and never come back but this had really thrown a wrench in your plans. Now you had to figure out what to do. You knew Eddie liked you from the way he acted around you, but did you want to get into a relationship? A casual hookup was definitely off the table due to your feelings but is it worth committing to someone when you were planning on leaving soon? You went along to your final period of the day, sitting down at the back left corner and pulling off your headphones. You pulled out your notebook and pen, not actually planning on taking notes anyway. You glanced to your right as Eddie sat down next to you, rocking back in his chair. You looked back down at your notebook not wanting to be caught staring, not that you hadn’t caught Eddie staring at you before. Your teacher walked in and started talking but you weren’t paying attention, focusing on your own thoughts. ‘You haven’t made any purchases in a while.’ Eddie leaned over and whispered to you. It’s true, you’d been avoiding him, working through your stash a lot slower than you would normally do if you didn’t have to interact with him. ‘Yeah, I’ve been busy.’ You whispered back, lying. ‘Well let me know if you need any.’ ‘Mr. Munson is my class interrupting your conversation?’ The teacher snapped at him and Eddie pulled away from your desk, mumbling an apology. The teacher turns back to the board and you glance over at Eddie who sticks his tongue out and holds up his middle finger to the teacher’s back. You roll your eyes and shake your head at his stupidity but your heart flutters anyway. You had made your decision. You were going to ask him on a date.

After class, you headed over to your locker and sorted out what you needed to take home before heading to the car park. You weren’t going to ask Eddie out in class as that felt weirdly uncomfortable but you hoped you’d encounter him in the parking lot to ask him. Just your luck as you stepped out of the school Eddie was just standing next to his van. You called his name and he turned around, seeing you walking towards him. ‘Hey.’ You said, just as you reached him. ‘Hey, need some weed?’ Eddie asked. ‘Umm no, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?’ You asked straight to the point. Eddie’s heart started pounding until he glanced behind you. He saw your sister and her friends looking directly at the two of you, laughing. ‘Is this a fucking joke?’ He snapped at you. You frowned confused, until you followed his eyes, turning round and seeing your sister. You were about to open your mouth and explain but Eddie continued speaking. ‘I guess you think it’s funny to ask the freak on a date. This is the problem with girls like you, you’re always such fucking bitches.’ He kept speaking but you tuned him out, your walls immediately rebuilding around you. You remembered now why you didn’t talk to people. Why you planned on spending your senior year alone? ‘Yeah, I fucking get it.’ You cut him off. ‘We’re twins so we must be the same fucking person right. I’m just some extension of my sister, rather than my own person. And by the way, if you wanted to say no you didn’t have to be such a dick about it.’ You stormed off, walking away from the school in the direction of your house. You were meant to be getting a ride home with your sister, your parents had sold your car after an unfortunate incident of road rage, but you couldn’t face her right now. As you walked home all you could feel was anger filling your veins. You were tired of people constantly comparing you to your sister. Your parents, your teachers, everyone you went to school with. They all just viewed you as an extension of your sister. You got it, your sister was the perfect one of the two of you. It was like someone had cloned you but removed all your flaws but you were still a person. You would never be your sister no matter how much people wanted you to be. You thought Eddie was different. You thought he actually saw you rather than seeing your sister but no, he had decided you were the exact same as your sister as well. This is why you didn’t let people in, why you had decided to keep to yourself until you graduated and moved far away to a place where people didn’t know your sister. You eventually made it home and sighed. You saw a bunch of cars parked outside meaning your sister had invited friends in. You just decided to ignore them and headed straight to your room. Once you were in your room with the door shut you finally let yourself cry. You sat on the floor with your back against the door, trying to keep your sobs silent so no one else would hear you. You were so tired, you just wanted to leave immediately. At that moment you make a decision. You walk downstairs and grab your sister's car keys from the table in the hall and headed out of the house, climbing into her car and driving away.

Eddie was on edge. He felt incredibly guilty about what had happened the day before. He had realised from your reaction that he was wrong, that he had made a bad assumption. He hadn’t been able to find you this morning before class had started so now he was waiting in his first-period class for you to show up. He just hoped you’d forgive him. ‘Yeah, she didn’t come home this morning. I mean I just can’t believe it.’ He heard your sister say and he immediately tuned in, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t listening in. ‘So she just disappeared? What are your parents going to do?’ One of her friends asked. ‘They said they’ll report her missing tonight if she doesn’t show up tonight but I just told them to call and report my car stolen because she did steal it.’ Eddie felt his heart sink. You had driven off last night and hadn’t come back. He felt incredibly guilty that he had caused that but he couldn’t do anything now. He would have to think of a way to put this right when you came back if you came back at all.

You lay in bed completely naked with a cigarette in your hand. You had ended up going to Indianapolis and crashing at your friend with benefit’s place. You let out a sigh. You should probably go home. Make your way back to Hawkins but you weren’t ready to deal with your parents' anger when you got back. Maybe you would take the long way back to put it off. ‘You could stay here, you know.’ Your friend, David, said walking back into the bedroom in just his boxers. ‘We don’t do that shit, Dave. You know that.’ You scoffed. ‘But we could, you’re an adult so you could move here, get your GED, find a job. It would be fun.’ He looked at you with big eyes, begging you to stay but you knew you couldn’t. ‘Sorry, you know I have to go back.’ You take a final drag from your cigarette and stub it out in the ashtray next to you before climbing out of bed and pulling on your clothes. You said your final goodbyes to Dave and headed off back to Hawkins.

Your parents had told you that you couldn’t leave the house for any other reason than for school. You were completely grounded and they had taken away all the stuff you cared about. You had considered arguing that you were eighteen and they could ground someone who was legally an adult or take away the stuff you’d paid for but you hadn’t wanted to make things worse for yourself. The only other reason you were allowed to leave the house was to apply for jobs which is what you were currently doing. You were going to various businesses and leaving your application with them but you were pretty sure you weren’t going to hear anything back. At least it got you out of the house and away from the constant awkwardness of being around your parents and sister. Just as you made your way out of the video rental shop, having just handed in an application in there, you saw a familiar van pull up outside. You rolled your eyes and kept walking. Eddie had tried to talk to you at school today but you’d completely ignored him and you intended to keep it that way. You didn’t need him in your life, you were sticking with your original plan: get out of this town as quickly as possible. You heard him call your name but you ignored it, continuing to head in the direction you were going. Eventually, you felt his hand on your wrist and you turned to face him as he looked at you with big eyes. ‘Look please, just hear me out.’ He begged, letting go of your wrist and you crossed your arms. ‘Look I never should’ve said what I said. I mean you’re nothing like your sister and to imply that you would ever pretend to be interested in someone as a joke was really unfair of me. It’s just that you’re literally the girl of my dreams; I mean I can’t picture anyone more perfect than you so the idea that you would actually be interested in me was just not something I could believe. But I’m sorry, and I really, really want to make things right with you.’ He looked at you with his big, puppy dog eyes and you almost felt your heart melt but you kept your resolve strong. You weren’t going to let someone in to hurt you again. ‘Sorry but I’m not interested anymore, besides even if I was, I’m grounded so I couldn’t go on a date.’ You shoot back, pushing past him and storming off. Eddie let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair, he had really fucked up whatever chance he had with you. He knew you wouldn’t give him any sort of chance, after what he did. He understood the need to protect yourself, he had done the same thing a hundred times in his life but he really wished he could show you that he didn’t want to hurt you. He pushed open the door to Family Video and greeted Steve who was leaning against the counter, clearly bored. ‘Hey man, why do you look so down?’ Steve asked, straightening himself up. ‘Remember that girl I told you about? The one I fucked things up with? I just ran into her and she definitely isn’t forgiving me anytime soon.’ Eddie pouted leaning against the counter as he talked to Steve. ‘Wait is her name Y/N?’ Steve asked his eyes narrowing. ‘Yeah, how do you know that?’ ‘She just gave us her resume. I thought she looked like your type. You know her resume has her address on it. I could let you have a peak.’ Steve said, searching through pieces of paper. ‘You can’t give him her address, dingus. She’ll take a restraining order out on him if he shows up at her house uninvited.’ Robin says, poking her head out from the back room. ‘No, she won’t. It’s romantic.’ Steve scoffs. ‘It’s stalkerish and weird. Look, Eddie, you need to prove to her you’re a good guy. That she can trust you.’ Robin turns to Eddie and tells him as Steve rolls his eyes and mumbles something about her not knowing anything about relationships. ‘Well, how can I do that if she won’t talk to me? She’s kinda anti-social so it’s not like she has any friends I can ask either.’ Eddie sighs. He felt like it was useless at this point. Robin frowned for a moment before her face lit up. ‘I have a plan.’ She grins, looking at Eddie with excitement in her eyes.

You arrived at school in the morning, intent on ignoring everything around you. You really didn’t want to be here but it’s not like you had a choice. Maybe you should’ve taken Dave up on his offer and stayed in Indianapolis, but then again, you didn’t want to lead him on and make him think there was a chance of a relationship when you really didn’t view him that way. You headed over to your locker and opened it, a small note fluttering to the ground at your feet. You looked around frowning, before bending down and picking it up to read.

Thing Number One I Like About You, Y/N: You don’t care what anyone else thinks about you, you just keep being yourself.

You sighed and shoved the note into your bag. You knew exactly who had left it but you weren’t going to bother to talk to him still. If Eddie thought some gushing notes would make it up to you then he thought wrong. This wasn’t some sappy romcom that you hated. You weren’t going to forgive him based on some ridiculous notes.

For the rest of the day, whenever you headed to your locker in between classes a small note would flutter out, listing another thing Eddie liked about you. You weren’t even certain how he was doing it unless he was leaving class early or arriving late. The more notes you got, the more insane it drove you. You weren’t used to someone complimenting you in this way and you certainly weren’t used to them doing it in order to apologise to you but still, it didn’t change what had happened. It didn’t change that he had treated you like dirt over something you hadn’t even done. Just after the bell rang for the last period, you practically ran to your locker, hoping to catch Eddie and confront him. Unfortunately, when you arrived at your locker there was nobody there but this time when you opened it, multiple notes fluttered out. The first couple were the same as the previous ones, just complimenting various things about you but the final one was slightly different.

Thing Number Ten I Like About You, Y/N: Believe it or not, I like your resolve. I like that you won’t let people hurt you and I also understand what it’s like to have walls up. But I want to show you that I won’t hurt you, that I can be someone you can let your guard down around. So if there’s even a chance of you believing that I can make things right, meet me at my bench straight after school.

You looked down at the note in your hand with a frown on your face. You still didn’t know if you could trust him after everything that had happened. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he had broken your heart and his asking you to trust him was a lot. You didn’t know if you could. You didn’t know if you were going to meet him.

Eddie sat, wringing his hands as he waited for you to show up. He really hoped you would show but he would also understand if you didn’t. He just hoped he’d been able to chip away at your wall enough to trust him a tiny bit. He glanced over at the picnic table, which had a full meal on it and straightened some plates again, just to give himself something to do. Then, he looked down at his watch, 20 minutes since the final bell rang. Maybe you weren’t going to show after all. Even though he would understand if you didn’t, it doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt and he really did want to have a chance with you. He felt the minutes ticking by and the more time that past the less likely he felt you would show up. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he moved to pack up the food he bought, at least Wayne would have nice dinners for the next few days. Suddenly he heard a twig snap from behind him and he turned round to see you stood there looking incredibly timid, nothing like your usual personality. ‘Hey, I didn’t think you were going to show.’ He smiled, his heart racing now that you were here. You had actually shown, you were going to give him a chance. Or you were here to tell him to fuck off but either way, you were here. ‘Yeah, I didn’t if I was going to show either.’ You admit, not looking at him, staring intently at your feet. Eddie took a few steps closer to you, waiting to see your reaction. You didn’t move, you stayed completely still as he kept advancing until he was right in front of you. Eddie decided to test the waters a little more and reach out and grab your hands. You intertwined your hands with his but the look on your face told him nothing about how you were feeling. ‘I’m sorry.’ He whispered, looking you deeply in the eyes. ‘You’ve already said that.’ You reply back, Eddie still unable to make out your emotions from the sound of your voice. ‘I know, but I want you to know I truly mean it. I never meant to hurt you and if you give me a chance, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.’ You finally make an expression, a small, amused grin crossing your face. ‘The rest of your life, huh? That’s optimistic.’ You laugh slightly, not in a mean way but rather in a bemused way. ‘Nah, it’s definitely realistic if you’ll let me make it up to you.’ He smiles slightly, really hoping you’ll be able to forgive him. ‘I want to Eddie but you hurt me a lot and besides I plan on leaving Indiana straight after I graduate so I don’t know if it’s worth starting something that’s only going to last a few months.’ You admit, finally being vulnerable. It scares you but you can’t keep bottling things up until they explode. ‘You think I plan on staying in this shithole after graduation? Please I’m getting out of here as quickly as possible. We can leave together.’ He looks at you with a heart-melting grin on his face and you almost want to leave with him at that moment and spend the rest of your life with him. ‘Together? Eddie, you hardly know me. Besides, where would we even go?’ You shake your head at his excitement, trying to be reasonable even though you didn’t want to be. ‘I know enough to know that you’re what I want and we can go anywhere, travel around in my van, see the rest of the country, maybe even Canada and Mexico. Hell, we could drive all the way to Argentina if we wanted.’ He’s speaking excitedly now, his face animated. ‘Okay, I don’t know about that but I do want to give this a shot so how about we go on a few dates and get to know each other first before we make plans to run away to Argentina.’ You grin at him, leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek. ‘Aww, but I took Spanish class for this exact reason.’ Eddie pouted but quickly changed to laughing, pulling you in for a tight hug. ‘But seriously, I’m really excited that you’ve agreed to give us a chance and I promise, I’m going to be the perfect boyfriend. Seriously, I’ll do all the cheesy shit that boyfriends in those romance movies do.’ ‘Oh god, please don’t. All the guys in those movies are like borderline stalkers.’ You grimace at the idea of having to date a guy like that. ‘Well then, good I didn’t take my friend, Steve’s advice because then you’d definitely hate me. I’ll be whatever boyfriend you want. The perfect guy for you.’ ‘Or you could just be yourself? And not try to make up for past mistakes?’ You suggest as you pull away slightly. ‘Be myself? Okay well myself really wants to kiss you if that’s okay.’ He asks looking into your eyes. ‘Yeah, that’s okay.’ You tell him and he leans down, pressing his lips softly against yours in what he hopes would be the first of many kisses.

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aita-blorbos · 8 months

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AITA for banning my ex from my restaurant?

My boyfriend (26M) and I (27M) broke up about 6 months ago. We’ve split up before, but this is the longest we’ve gone without getting back together. I hook up a LOT in between, & he’s fine with that, but up to now he hasn’t done the same, even though I’d be fine with him doing it too. I made a joke about how he’s too bitchy to land a date with anyone else, and that spiralled into a fight that basically ended things. I think he’s doing the rest of this bullshit to try and prove me wrong.

Other key info: I own and run a small restaurant downtown. We’re not super bougie, but it’s fine dining, and we made a couple listicles last Valentines, so now we have a reputation for being a date night spot. It’s amazing for business, but it’s TERRIBLE for my sanity, because it clearly gave my ex some ideas.

Every single weekend, sometimes even twice a week, he’s turned up at my restaurant with a different guy. I don’t know where the fuck he’s finding them, but every single one is douchier than the last. He’s booking the same table every time, and it’s directly in front of the window to the kitchen, so I KNOW that HE knows that I can SEE HIM!!

I asked the first time, and he said his date picked the venue and he was “above being petty enough” to hurt my margins over “inconsequential personal issues”. Even if that were true, we’re WELL past forty dudes now, and I still have to watch him play footsie with the twunk of the week on the reg.

Cool. Point made, he has game, I was wrong, whatever. I don’t wanna have to see that shit when I’m at work, so I told him to find somewhere else. He said he can eat wherever he wants, and I should be flattered my food’s so good he can “tolerate the meathead making it”. I said I don’t go to his studio and feel guys up, he said I was jealous, I said his dates were all paid actors and it was just for show, he said “Oh, I’ll GIVE you a show” and left.

The night after that, he’s back at his table, only he’s with the guy he dated before me. Who I hate.

I get that I’m biased, but objectively this dude’s a total fucking creep. He was terrible to my ex, and I’m honestly shocked he was even willing to talk to him, let along take him to dinner. I decided I’d take over serving their table, mostly so my staff didn’t have to, but maybe a little bit also because it definitely ruined the date. The creep freaked when he saw me and left early, ex stayed behind to finish eating, and I went on smoke break since the dude was gone already.

My ex came and found me outside, asked what the fuck I thought I was doing, and we yelled about it until something just SNAPPED and he kissed me out of nowhere.

He ran back inside, and by the time I got there he’d already paid and left. The day after he blocked my number, and the day after THAT he didn’t show at my brother’s engagement party (he’s still close with my brother, so even if we told our families about the breakup he’d have been invited, and he already RSVP’d ages ago). My brother was pretty upset about it, and I got pissed enough about this whole stupid thing I texted my staff and said he wasn’t welcome at the restaurant anymore.

It’s been a few days, and I mostly forgot about it, but today he tried to come in for a work lunch with a client and got turned away. The maitre d’ was classy about it, and nobody made a big scene or anything, but he looked really embarrassed and I feel kind of awful, especially since he was on the job.

Should I like, unban him? Apologize? Tell HIM to apologize???

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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barkspawn · 1 year

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If you really want it to be angsty - farmer is heavily injured and barely comes out of surgery alive and Elliott decides he can’t handle it and breaks things off with her because he suspects it will become a regular thing and she’ll always want to do dangerous stuff no matter what she promises

I'm about ready to throw hands my dude

thank you lmao

Elliott sat in the all-too-familiar waiting room, head in his hands. Amelia had gone down into the mines again to 'just go to the first few floors for some ore' and unsurprisingly to Elliott, had gotten herself hurt again.

This was the second time now that she needed life-saving surgery and Elliott had been sitting there, nauseous and dizzy, for hours now. At one point, Maru came out, admitting it wasn't going well. Elliott's heart broke when he heard those words followed by the panicked yelling she ran back to.

That was the last he heard.

He adored the woman, admiring how dedicated to her farm she was. He admired how everyone in town saw the beauty in her. She was his muse from the first day they met. He'd finished his book and half of a second with her by his side.

With her, he saw a future. They had finally married after a decently long engagement just 6 months ago. He could see having kids with her and growing old together.

Harvey pushed through the door, looking as exhausted as the previous time he had fought to save her. Elliott braced for the worst: the love of his life was dead. Killed by monsters in the mines that she promised she'd never go back and face again. Killed by the phrase 'just this one last time.'

Still, he stood, his lips fixed in a frown as Harvey offered a tired smile.

"We got her back, Elliott," he reassured, likely knowing the conclusions Elliott would assume.

Elliott and Harvey had become friends. After the first time she needed to be saved, Harvey would often check on Elliott. He was worried about his mental health after such a trauma, and to be honest, Harvey helped Elliott get through that difficult time.

"We got her back, but she can't continue doing this. You know that, right?"

Elliott cursed the tears that fell from his eyes, shaking his head, "I've told her multiple times, Harvey. She always wants to go down there one more time and then she promises she'll stop."

Harvey frowned, sensing the tension in Elliott's voice, "Elliott, let's just be glad she made it, okay? Take a few days to cool off and then approach it again with a fresh mind."

Elliott nodded before taking his seat in the waiting area, letting himself cry once Harvey walked out.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Elliott stood beside Amelia as she was discharged from the clinic. He was quiet on their walk home, which she promised she was up for. The tension between them was thick.

For another twelve days she had been in that damn bed, recovering from losing all of that blood and part of her liver.

Once inside, she put her things down and he helped her into more comfortable clothes and to rest on the couch.

It was like he was on autopilot.

He moved to the kitchen, cursing his shaking hands as he prepared to make some dinner.

Once the food was simmering on the stove, he felt her arms wrap around him from behind, squeezing him tighter than she should be.

"El, I'm so sorry… I really didn't know the monsters would be there… I didn-"

"You should be resting, Amelia," he spoke, not even recognizing his own voice, "you almost died less than two weeks ago."

She released him, flinching at his tone and feeling like she would be sick, "El, I'm rea-"

" Amelia, not now, " he snapped, though he didn't mean to sound so harsh.

He was just so angry with her. She was reckless and selfish.. his hands sat on the edge of the counter while he closed his eyes to take a breath. He heard her move back to the couch and sit down.

They sat in silence for a long time while Elliott cooked dinner. When he took her a bowl of the soup and moved to get his own, she tried again.

"Elliott, please lis-"

"Do you even understand, Amelia?" He turned, his voice cold and shaking with hurt. She blinked at him, frowning. He scoffed, "of course you don't. Every single time you go into those mines I sit here in pure fear because of things like that," he pointed toward where the clinic is.

"It's not like I mean to get hurt," she said, her voice soft.

"That's just it, Amelia. You don't get hurt intentionally, but you go down there so often despite knowing what could happen. Despite knowing how much I worry when you do," he shook his head, his frown deepening, "despite knowing you promised me you'd stop."

Amelia couldn't look at him, the hurt and frustration in his eyes were too much.

"And you'll never stop. You thrive on the high you get from the adrenaline. You always have."

He angrily wiped a tear from his face, "Amelia, I love you with my entire being and you know that."

"El, you know I love you too," she tried, her voice hindered by the tears that fell.

Elliott felt bad for making her cry like he had rarely done, but he couldn't hold it in, shaking his head. His voice was calm but defeated.

"But you don't love me enough to stop making me go through this."

He heard her choke out a sob and try to interject, but he realized he had already made up his mind.

"I can't do this anymore, Amelia."

Her eyes shot to him, fear rendering her speechless for a moment, "El, what are you trying to say?"

"That I can't do this," he sounded sad as he sat down in a chair on the other side of the room, "you will always choose fighting monsters and going into the mines over me."

"N-no, El, I swear to Yoba I'll never touch a sword again. I'll quit the guild. I'll-"

"No, Amelia. You won't," he looked at her, his eyes as if he was mourning, "You've made these promises before and each and every time you go back. I can't live every other day afraid I'll be told my wife is dead."

"Elliott, I love you, please… we can figure this out," she pleaded, gripping her stomach in pain.

"Amelia, you need to take care of yourself. Lay down if you need to," he stood, grabbing his coat and turning toward the door, "eat your soup.. I'll send Abigail to stay with you."

"I don't want Abigail here, I need you here…"

"I'm sorry, Amelia. I just can't. I.." he sighed, frowning and wiping his tears away once more, "I'm going to Lewis' now. I'll pay for everything and I'll gather my things by morning."

She sat on the couch knowing that following him was no use. She'd lost him.

"Goodbye, Amelia. I genuinely hope that you stay safe," he inhaled, "and get better."

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