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tinythebunni · 10 months

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Bratty Reader x ages up!Earth 42!Miles Morales

Pink is readers texting/speaking

Purple is Miles texting/speaking

Miles is 18 in this one!

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“Ion give a fuck what plans you and your lil friends had tonight, I said don’t go out so you’re not goin out.”

For the past two months, Miles has been getting more and more controlling over what you can and can’t do and telling you when you can go out with your friends. It’s been getting on your nerves and while it’s very, very attractive, it’s pissing you off. You barely see your friends anymore and you hate being inside.

“You’re not being fair Miles! I never get to see my friends anymore and I miss them and they miss me!” Even through text he could tell you were pouting right now. Miles could just imagine you kicking your feet on your bed.

“So what, I’m just not enough for you? I’m all you need amor, why do you wanna go see them so badly? You don’t need them.”

“Miles, you know that’s not at all what I’m saying, I’m just saying that I miss my friends and I wanna see them!”

He didn’t understand why you couldn’t get what he was trying to tell you. He just needed you to not go out at night, especially tonight. He couldn’t tell you about him being the Prowler, it’d break your hot pink heart.

“And what I am telling you is that you’re not going out tonight.”

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do Miles. I’m not your fucking kid!” You were getting angrier by the minute, every word, burned and angered you even more. Usually you’d just listen to him and stay inside like he asked, but tonight you wanted to see what would happen if you pushed his buttons just a little more…

“You talkin real crazy right now, mamí. Ima let it slide tho because I know you’re just mad and in ya feels. But don’t ever say sum crazy shit like that again, because I remember what happened last time you wanted to be bad and go against what I say. Why not run it back, whatchu say ma?”

You stayed silent, fuming and thinking. He was being so unfair and you had no idea why. You didn’t like being left in the dark and he knew this.

“Now this conversation is over, I got shit to do.”

“You right, this conversation is over. Fuck you Morales.”

You silenced your phone and with a shaky hand and butterflies in your stomach, you put your coat on and walked out your house.

After about 20 minutes you started to feel bad. You didn’t know why you were so mean and disobedient to him. You knew he only wanted what was best for you, all he ever did was spoil you and make you feel special. Even though you felt guilty, the fire in your stomach from the anticipation of what was to come made you feel even better.

You had just walked out the door of the club you and your friends went to and started your route home when you heard a noise behind you. You looked around but found nothing. You sped up your pace and started to walk towards your house when you heard it again, this time next to you.

When you looked over, you saw nothing but an empty street and a few lamps on. You continued your walk when something hit your head. You could feel yourself falling but didn’t feel the concrete below you. The last thing you saw being purple AF1’s.

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When you woke up, you were back in your house, an ice pack under your head and blankets pulled up to your chin. You heard your tv on in your living room and quickly got up to investigate. When you opened the door, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend in your couch, sitting there like nothing had happened. His legs spread, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together. The thing that caught your eye was the mechanic claw on his right hand.

When he noticed your presence he looked up at you and tilted his head. The glare on his face reignited that fire in your stomach. He stared at you, saying nothing at all as you shifted on your feet, nervous.

When you finally did decide to speak, your tone came out nervous and shaken and not at all like how you meant for it to sound.

“Why are you in my house Miles?”

“I can’t just come over when I wanna?”

“Answer my questions for once! Why are you in my house and why do you have on that same claw that the vigilante on the news wears?”

He knew you were a little daft but he didn’t expect this kind of idiocy.

“C’mon baby, put two and two together. I know you’re smarter than ya look.”

You knew the truth but you didn’t wanna believe it. You stayed silent, staring at him and fiddling with your hands. You were overwhelmed with fear and arousal, confusing you even more than ever.

Once he recognized the look of understanding on your face, he leaned back and curled his finger towards you in a demanding way.

“C’mere, we gotta talk.”

You sat down on the couch next to him, thighs touching and your gaze locked on the ground.

“Don’t be like that, look at me mamí”

When you looked at him, he could see the betrayal in your eyes. But he could also see the need and wanting. Feeling naked under his gaze, you looked back down at your floor,

“You’re him? You’re the guy from the news?” You voice quivered as you spoke, shaking from either fear or the amount of need and attraction you’re feeling right now. This man has killed people, he could kill you at any point! So why does that thought turn you on so much?

“Oh so now you wanna talk?” He asked, a lilt in his tone that let you know he was smirking without even having to look at him

“Don’t be mean Miles. This isn’t the time for jokes.”

“Yea I’m him, what’s it matter to you?” You knew that under the anger and accusation in his voice that he was feeling vulnerable. You crawled on his lap and laid your head on his shoulder and hugged him.

He froze at first, confused with the random affection, but slowly accepted the warmth. “I love you regardless of what you’re doing and who you’re killing.”

Miles almost wanted to scream at you to be afraid of him. He’s killed people. He’s hurt people, innocents even! Why weren’t you running?

You pulled back and reached up to cup his face and inched closer to him, looking down at his lips for permission. He closed the gap between you two and kissed you softly, like he missed you. It was warm and passionate, it wasn’t like this often. You didn’t often get this softness from him. But when you did, it made you feel like the most special girl in the world.

When you pulled back for air, you smiled, giddy with the thought of having your boyfriend back and not mad at you. But when he spoke to you, you knew you were in trouble.

“Don’t think I forgot what happened earlier. I was the one who brought you home, laid you down and tucked you in.” Miles looked down at you, smiling as if something was funny. You couldn’t move, the grip he had on your hips was tight, almost like a warning.

“Are you gonna hurt me?” You knew the answer, you always did. You knew what happened when you disobeyed him and what he says. You remembered what happened the last time.

Miles laughed, a loud hearty one, head tilted back and canines exposed. He chest shook with laughter and you shook in fear on his lap. When he looked down at you once more, he looked different, almost predatory.

“Oh chiquita, Ima do so much more.”

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kafkasmuses · 17 days

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the last days of judas iscariot — luke castellan + reader : betrayal hurts the saints the most.

tags : mdni, dark!luke, angry kissing, religious imagery & symbolism, body worship, angst and smut, love confessions, p in v sex, corruption kinks, implied blood kink, hints of cannibalism

there was something off about luke castellan.

he used to be caring, sweet and selfless— he did everything for the people around them, offered them smiles even if it was difficult on his lips, did anything to ease their pain, built himself up into a saint. but eventually, saints will fall, whether it be their own doing, or a martyrdom.

this was no martyrdom, he was not crucified, strung up on an olive tree, nor stoned.

this was a conscious decision that nobody else, besides his own self, would understand. it was so, so unlike him, luke was never one to betray the people around him, well, at least he didn’t portray himself that way. if you really knew luke, you’d know how much he hated the gods, he felt as though he was a despicable creation of theirs, and he’ll return the same despising looks.

but the story starts days before that, luke was as he always was. he offered you a smile from across the training field, and you returned it full - heartedly, waving at him. he moves to approach you, ignoring his sparring partner, “hey, do you need a partner?”

you glance around for a second, “don’t you already have one?”

his lips curve to a smirk, “i’d rather be with you.”

luke castellan had a thing for flirting with you, even if he was just being a tease, and didn’t entirely mean what he said— sometimes you thought he didn’t, or he never did, but in all honesty, he meant everything.

he admired you beyond proper comprehension, and you did the same with him. having been friends for years, it was no shock when your gazes would linger on each other for longer than they should, when he would do anything to make you smile even if it costs him his reputation.

on the first day, luke was as he always was, confident, grinning and sweet.

then the second day came, and luke’s smiles began to fade faster, he looked more tired, there was a certain mournful air that clung to his skin and radiated off of him. you picked up on it immediately, frowning at him and pulling him off to the side even when he was busy, “are you okay?”

“what?” his saliva feels thick in his mouth, like globs of nectar that feel poisonous underneath their sweet skin.

“i said— luke, what’s going on?“ you can’t deny how he seems to be out of order on everything, he was even fighting angrier, too, with a revengeful glint in his eye.

“i really, really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“yes, you do.”

and it only got weirder from there, on the third day, he looked straight up exhausted, like he hadn’t slept the past two nights, and now he was being told to take a break from sword fighting because of how rough he was being. smiles were common from him now but cut off quick, and laughs became rare. he wasn’t trying to make anyone else around him smile or laugh, and he always just looked angry, guilty angry.

when you waved at him, he didn’t wave back, nor approach you.

he didn’t want to speak to anyone, so he just didn’t talk.

he’s suffering from something, you just don’t know what, and whenever you asked him, he shrugged it off with, “i’m just tired.”

“i know, you look really tired, luke, do you need melatonin?”

his teeth grit together, and the taste of nectar in his mouth had disappeared, now it was all just bitter poison, “i need to be left alone.”

“luke—“

“please leave me be.”

if anyone were to ask you now, they’d know you regret leaving that night, not forcing him to speak about it with you. the next night, another camper told you about what luke had done, and you hate the way you don’t feel entirely shocked, not even a little bit, not even at all.

luke castellan had a fig tree branching out in front of him, so many possibilities, so many stories to be told, and yet his fingers wrapped around the only rotten fruit on the whole ripe tree. two thousand years ago, there was a man exactly like luke, one who went by the name judas, and in luke’s complete distaste of the bible and anything to do with it— he found himself undeniably following the same path of the man who betrayed jesus.

“ i desire the things

that will destroy me

in the end ”

— sylvia plath.

it was a bad idea to seek out luke that night, you knew it well, and luke knew it too when he frowned at you almost immediately after seeing you. he was still in the woods, only alone now, closer to the shore, closer to the riper fig that called his name— the one labeled captain.

“why are you here?“ his tone is sharper, harsher, but you don’t shy away.

“why’d you do it?” you watch him visibly swallow at the question, as if he doesn’t want to answer it, even when it’s on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason it would hurt to say out loud.

he bites the bullet, “you know— the gods, they’re awful, don’t you think they deserve this?“

“is that where your heart lies?” the question seems to scorch his skin more than the last, because it’s just a continuous waking to what he’s truly done, how the prophecy haunts him even in his desperate attempts to evade it.

“i’ve suffered enough, because of them, because of him— so yes, that is where it lies.”

“you think your suffering is just a one way street?” you pester, anger bubbling in your veins— this was selfish, entirely selfish, he was never the selfless man you once knew, this wasn’t the luke you knew, “it’s not, it wasn’t— you had the chance, luke, to deprive yourself from it.”

“are you just here to lecture me?” luke’s jaw locks.

“why are you being like this?”

luke’s eyebrow twitches, as if he’s mentally debating saying it out loud, but albeit all odds, his lips part, “why don’t you ask that guy you’ve been hanging out with?”

“what?” it’s hard to realize certain things when you’ve been so focused on one person, you were so caught up on your fears for luke you didn’t even realize that the whole time you were thinking of him, you were blatantly speaking with another man in front of his eyes.

to the trained eye, they’d know you never had any real feelings for the man you spoke with, but luke was too blinded by his own guilt and resentment that he didn’t realize it himself. it was a wild string of miscommunications formed into a single spider’s web, exactly like judas’ betrayal of jesus.

INTERLUDE : JUDAS ISCARIOT ( A STUDY )

judas iscariot is often portrayed as the traitor in the story, fueled by greed and his resentment that jesus has something he never will. in the original story, judas is put in the narrative as satan’s pawn, judas’ fate is already written down, and he has no way of pushing it back. satan selects him from a group as he is weak, easily moved, and satan had possessed him body and soul and lived out his personal purpose through the vessel.

the son of perdition : the one doomed to destruction.

god personally protected all of his other saints from satan, so why not judas? why was judas never enough? was he never righteous enough to be saved? jesus loved him, jesus held his face in his holy hands, and yet he never shielded him.

judas is a pawn, a thief, a coward, and a denier of the lord.

judas, in all fairness, is the spitting image of luke castellan.

“is it ever anybody else, luke?”

as if arrow met skin, luke’s brows furrow together like you’ve hit him.

there’s a pause, a deafening silence.

“i miss you,” you speak again.

luke’s nose crinkles, “uh-huh.”

“i miss you, luke.”

luke castellan is going to hell tonight, he’s going to be scorched in the underworld, so he bites his tongue and he moves in. the kiss is angry, teeth clashing, tongues twisting, lips bruising, but luke wouldn’t want it any other way. he wonders that if, in this kiss, do you forgive him? having been someone praised by the gods, the favored one, did you forgive the one who seemingly betrayed them to most?

the kiss says how could you? and i’m sorry at the exact same time.

his hands are quick to grip on your skin like you were his lifeline, tugging you in closer, and smiling against your lips when you melt into his touch so easily. you knew how cruel of a man he was, all the things he did wrong, all the people he had hurt— and yet you’re easing against him like he’s a saint.

his teeth show his hunger well, nipping at your lip until you hiss and pull away with blood bubbling from a fresh wound. at first, he wants to smile, but he finds some mercy, moving his hand to hold your chin, thumb smudging the blood, “‘m sorry, didn’t mean to, swear.”

you knew he was lying, you knew he wanted to see you bleed, he liked the way your skin trembled under his touch, the way that even when shock dilates your pupils— you don’t want to pull away from him. in fact, something about it is oddly attractive to you, how sick is that.

his other hand grips your waist, fingers curling cruelly, “could i..”

undress you? touch you? luke isn’t sure of the proper words, they sit on the tip of his tongue, but something has him too afraid to say it so bluntly. that’s ironic, considering he didn’t hesitate to steal and lie. luke was still the loser he’s always been, deep down, he’s never known how to actually speak to women.

you knew this well, it was something you always made fun of him for, but now you only smile sweetly at him. “of course, luke.”

luke’s hands are desperate when they move to take off your clothes, quick and ruthless, but still so caring at the same time. it was confusing with luke, everything he did had two different sides that would merge together in an unlikely unison. harsh and gentle, bitter and sweet, mean and kind.

his brows furrow when he dips in, pressing his lips to the skin of your neck, pushing you back into the scratching bark of the tree behind you. adam and eve, right after the bites of the apple offered to them. luke wants to sink his teeth into you, to bite until he draws blood, to devour you whole and call you his.

that’s… normal, right?

he doesn’t care, he’s only focused on the shallow breaths that pass by your lips with every scrape of his teeth on the skin being pulled between his lips. his fingers lead themselves further, dipping below the waistband of your underwear and further until you’re gasping and gripping at his wrist.

“luke.. luke,” you plead, whimpering out for his fingers to have some mercy on your clit— luke ignores you, focused on the pleasure that’s coursing underneath your skin. he memorizes the thump of your pulse against his lips on your neck, the way it speeds up when his fingers dare to graze your entrance. you want it so bad, and it’s taking everything in luke to not be a cocky asshole about it.

he eventually pulls away from your neck to admire his work, “have you always wanted me to touch you like this?”

there’s something so poetic about someone who has betrayed the gods you love the most, ruining you. you truly could be awarded for how much you worshiped them, so unlike to everyone around you. they thought their parents were like anybody else, albeit just a little cooler, but you— you felt like a prophet.

maybe you were, maybe luke was.

maybe when the oracle whispered the prophecy she mentioned the fall of a saint, and the way he tugged another down with him.

you look at him fondly, lips parted and puffy from biting, “always.. please.”

please ; a simple plea, but it makes luke grin like a devil. his eyes follow your hands when you move to undo his belt, tugging at his jeans as if his fingers aren’t making your knees buckle. luke licks his lips, and finally allows you some mercy when his fingers leave your underwear, although you frown from the loss of friction. “i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

luke’s boxers and jeans are falling to the floor in seconds, he stifles a chuckle at your shocked expression to his size, only growing cockier and cockier with each second of this ordeal. it reaches it’s peak when he’s pushing into you, hand on your thigh holding up your leg with ease.

his nose brushes against your cheek, whispering sweet nothings in between faint grunts with each thrust. you’re so pretty, always dreamed of this, better pray the gods aren’t watching. the last comment should piss you off, but it doesn’t, not at all— in fact, it only makes you wetter, the idea that the people you have given everything for are watching you being fucked by someone who despises them.

his free hand moves up to your neck, wrapping around the bruised skin there, and gripping it enough to barely constrict your air flow.

due to the choking, and the force of his thrusts, along with all his taunting words, it doesn’t take long for you to cum on his dick— and he doesn’t last long either.

he finds himself panting against you, slowly pushing out.

“you really should pray for forgiveness.”

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marvelsmylife · 2 months

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Jealous mate

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: Azriel doesn’t like that you’re spending all your time with Cassian, even though you haven’t spoken since he revealed that you were mates.

Part two

Azriel was seething as he watched you and Cassian messing around in the kitchen while you taught him how to bake. It took every once in him not to storm over and beat the living shit out of his brother for even flicking flour in your direction.

He was so focused on you and Cassian he didn’t notice when Elain came up next to him and patted his shoulder: “If you keep scowling like that, it’s going to stay like that permanently,” Elain joked but pulled her hand away when she noticed Azriel’s face growing angrier. “Geez, I was kidding. You do know they’re just friends, right?” Elain added when she saw he was still staring at you and Cassian.

“Of course I do,” Azriel grumbled back: “I just don’t like that he’s having such an easy time talking to her.”

Elain couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the clearly jealous male: “Maybe if you had continued to talk to her after you admitted that you were mates, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Y/n is very easy to talk to. She’s even got Nesta to open up to her, and you know how difficult Nesta is.”

Azriel knew Elain was right. You gave him so many opportunities to get to know you, but instead of taking them, he decided to avoid you. That in turn caused Cassian to step up and started asking you if you would like to spend time with him. “Do you think she’d give me another chance?”

“Of course she would,” Elain looked up at Azriel: “Don’t tell her I told you this, but she asks about you constantly. Because you two don’t interact, she’s been asking all of us about you and what you like. She’s actually the one who made you your birthday cake last month.”

“Wait, what? You said that you made my birthday cake,” Azriel looked at the middle Archeron sister in disbelief.

Feeling guilty, Elain finally confessed: “Y/n told me to take credit for making it.” Azriel felt his heart pounding in his chest at the revaluation. “Because you’ve been avoiding her, she didn’t want you to think she was pushing you to acknowledge her existence. I kept insisting that she should take credit because she was the one who made the cake, but she refused.”

Azriel felt like an asshole because he kept singing Elain praises for the cake he thought she made him, but in reality, you were the one that made it.

Just as Azriel was about to ask Elain to help him think of a way to talk to you, he heard your voice: “Elain! Azriel, would you like some bread? I promise it tastes good.”

“Of course !” Elain exclaimed before turning to Azriel: “It smells good, doesn’t it Azriel?”

Instead of replying, Azriel turned around and walked back to his room. He was about to reach his door when he could faintly hear your voice: “I told you guys that he hates me. I’m so close to giving up and moving out. I’m clearly just a burden to him.”

Every part of Azriel’s body was telling Azriel to go back and comfort you. To tell you that you weren’t a burden to him and that he thinks about you every second of every day. Instead, he simply wandered back to his room like he always did.

#azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x you #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

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www-jungwon · 5 months

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in which roommate!heeseung insists on decorating, and you're sure he's up to something (why has he got so much mistletoe?) ୨୧

tw. yellinggg, kissing, idk what rlly went through my head when writing this its kinda cringe bro wc. 887

“ok, i give up.” heeseung looks over in confusion, holding a box of christmas decorations in his hand.

“just tell me! i give up.”

“what are you talking about?” he squints, shifting the box in his arm.

you shift on the couch agitatedly, pausing your tv show. “why are you hanging all these up? like, do you want my room, or you feel bad because you broke something that’s mine, or you’re trying to hint you want-”

“it’s for christmas spirit!”

you roll your eyes. you’ve been trying to figure out your roommate’s obsession with decorating the apartment for the last week, but every time he’s answered with the same response. ‘christmas spirit.’ christmas spirit your ass. you’ll figure it out, you just need a couple more days.

“sure.”

he raises his eyebrows innocently. “i don’t know why you don’t believe me.”

“maybe because in the 3 years we’ve lived together you haven’t ever even lifted a finger to help me put decorations up?”

he shrugs. “change of heart.”

definitely up to something.

–

heeseung is being weird. he keeps trying to hide his decorations when you walk in on him, like he’s scared of you seeing them. even though you’ll see them anyway, because it’s your apartment.

after seeing him drop his box for the third time in two days, it clicks. a party. that explains his controlling of the decorations to look his way, and the secret phone calls he’s been making. you absolutely hate crowds, and your one rule the only time you’ve lived here has been no parties. he’s never complained before, but you suppose he’s finally gotten tired.

you’ve never felt more betrayed. heeseung, the most considerate roommate you’ve ever had, heeseung who keeps track of the amount of chocolate in your storage, heeseung who buys you things just because they reminded him of you, heeseung who is in charge of all the groceries, no discussion. heeseung, who you think you might be in love with, that heeseung, trying to throw a holiday party in your apartment without your permission when you leave tomorrow.

and as you see him emerge from the doorway, his head brushing the mistletoe he hung, fiery anger builds up inside you. how dare he hum, act all normal like you didn’t just watch him try to hide his decorations, how dare he do this secretly, how dare he make you love him while he’s betraying you like this?

so when he asks what you want him to make for dinner, you want to hit him in the face.

“you what?” he asks, and the way his nose scrunches in confusion only makes you angrier, and you snap.

“lee heeseung, i hate you!”

his doe eyes widen in surprise.

“what? i-”

“you’re so stupid! i can’t believe you would do all this just for a stupid holiday party! over me!”

you’ve stepped up to him, him backing up slightly as you walk forward.

“i don't know what-”

“and i wouldn’t have cared if you just asked! i’m not even gonna be here! but i thought that you at least cared about me enough to ask instead of sneaking around.”

“y/n, i-”

“and you find it so amusing when i ask you why, and this whole time it’s been for a party? you’ve been lying to me, sneaking around, just so you can throw a party without my permission? do i mean that little to you,” your words are choked by a sob, “that little, that-”

“y/n, i promise i-”

“that little, that a party is more important to you than me.” tears cross down your cheeks, tracing over the edges of your face.

heeseung’s brows are furrowed now, a concerned frown pushed onto his face. “y/n, i swear-”

how dare he act concerned, when it’s his fault.

a yell rips out of you, “you don’t get to care about me now! not after, not after this, not after i’ve spent three years loving you and you’ve just thrown all my trust away for a party.”

he’s broken now, you can see it on his face in the way his brows are drawn in and you know you’ve hurt him, and you feel awful. he watches you carefully, taking a deep breath before he moves almost imperceptibly closer.

“y/n.”

you sniff weakly, “yeah?”

his voice is soft with hurt. “i love you, too. and i’d never throw a party without your permission, and it wasn’t that, and i’m sorry i was being so secretive but i promise it wasn’t because of that and i think- i think you should look up.”

you hadn’t realized how close you were to him now, your hands brushing his. you turn your head up slowly, your lips almost pressing against his, and you see it.

the mistletoe.

“i love you, y/n. and i thought- i wanted to tell you, before you left and i didn’t know how, but since you were always decorating instead of me doing anything i wanted to do something nice for you, and then i realized maybe if i could put mistletoe up then you would get the hint and i wouldn’t have to say anything.”

his arms slide around your waist tentatively, pulling you into him, and you look down, falling into him as your lips push into his.

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mellifiedprincess · 10 months

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someone requested more short!reader, so i wrote this with that in mind. i will be writing something that goes into a bit more detail about the reader being a short queen. anyway, hope you like it!

Ethan Landry x Short!Reader

Always Lurking and Stalking

When you and Ethan started dating he was always keeping a close eye on you. Not to say he didn’t before, because he certainly did. He just hated the fact that your friends didn’t really pay much mind to you when they went out. Always leaving you to fend for yourself. And while you didn’t like for people to think you were completely helpless, it still felt nice to have someone care for you so much.

And Ethan just felt like he needed to protect you from everything and everyone.

You were all currently at another frat party, hosted by none other than date rape Frankie. You were sitting with Mindy on the couch, very much tipsy, Anika and Tara dancing away under the pretty flashing lights, and Chad was trying to talk Ethan into doing shots with him.

Ethan, of course, kept declining. It was an unspoken rule he had made up when you two started dating. If you were out with them, he wasn’t drinking. He wanted to make sure you had someone looking out for you at all times, and while he loved his friends, he did not trust them.

“I want another drink!” Your sudden outburst barely even registered in Mindys ears, she was watching Anika with a big grin on her face, paying you no mind at all.

You get up, leaving Mindy to stare at her girlfriend, and make your way to the kitchen.

Ethan watching you closely, immediately taking notice of the drunken sway of your figure. “Y/N! Where are you going, baby?” You turn when you hear Ethan call out for you, and point to the kitchen. You smile sweetly, before Ethan gives you thumbs up and turns back to Chad.

“Dude, for the last time, I don’t want to do shots with you.” He pushes Chads hand away, glancing past his shoulder trying to keep his focus on you.

“You’re no fun anymore. I’m sure Y/N’s fine, man.” That earns an annoyed eye roll from Ethan. “Yeah, well you wouldn’t know because you never look out for her. You and everyone else are always too busy getting shitfaced.”

“What? No way! I’m always lurking and stalking when you least expect it.” Chad slaps a fist to his own chest, trying to solidify his words. Ethan only rolls his eyes again. Because he knew, and Chad knew, that Chad was full of shit.

Ethan couldn’t even count the amount of times he’s found you by yourself, completely wasted and barely functional, at these parties. And it made him angrier and angrier every time.

There were even a few times where the group just left the party without you. Forgetting you were even with them because of how drunk they all were. Of course, Ethan was never with them at those times. So, when you would call him and tell him what happened, he would drop whatever the was doing, even if he was sound asleep, and go get you.

He knew you weren’t totally incapable, but you weren’t exactly the tallest, or strongest girl either.

He just loved you too much to see something happen to you, because no one was paying any attention.

And he’s glad too, because when he hears you shout his name from the kitchen, he wastes no time, slightly pushing Chad out of the way, trying to get to you. He could hear the panic in your voice as soon as you scream for him, and it makes him want to throw up.

As soon as he makes it into the kitchen, his eyes find you instantly. You were pushed against a counter, some guy gripping your wrist tightly, trying to pull you out of the room. “Ethan! Help me!” Your eyes lock with his, and he can see how terrified you are, as you blink back tears.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands off of her!” The guy turns around eyeing Ethan up and down. At first glance, he doesn’t seem that intimidating, but that’s because no one, except you, knew what was hiding underneath the long sleeve shirt he was wearing. “We’re busy dude, fuck off.”

Ethan’s never been one for violence, but right now he wanted nothing more than to take one of the kitchen knives, that seems to be staring into his soul, and slit this guys throat. Instead, he rips the guys hand from you, and gently pushes you to stand behind him. You clutch onto his shirt, still scared out of your mind, and Ethan reaches his hand back to take yours.

“Touch her again, and I will fucking kill you.” The calmness in Ethan’s voice was more than threatening enough, but this guy just wouldn’t back off. “Whatever, she was asking for it dude.”

You didn’t even register what the guy said in the moment, but you felt Ethan tense up before putting all of his weight into the punch he threw at the guy. The crunching sound itself was horrifying, but glancing around Ethan, you were met with the sight of blood oozing from his nose.

You shouldn’t have giggled, but you couldn’t help it. “You should have listened when I told you my boyfriend would kick your ass.”

For a second Ethan forgot you were even still there, too focused on the idiot in front of him, who was now walking away, crying. He turns around to face you now, hands cupping your face with concern. “Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?” You only smile up at him, “I’m so okay, now! That was so hot, E!”

Ethan blows out a huff, relieved you’re okay, but still very much angry about the whole situation. He pushes your head to his chest, leaving his hand to cradle it, trying to calm himself down. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispers more to himself than you, of course you still hear it and squeeze him even tighter. “You wouldn’t let anything happen to me, I know it.”

Ethan’s lips find the crown of your head and places a sweet kiss there. You lift your face up, chin resting on his chest, and you can still see how worried he is.

“I’m okay, E.” You try to reassure him, only getting a small nod in return. His eyes aren’t meeting yours and you already know what’s bothering him.

“Ethan, look at me.” You feel much more sober now, as you take his chin in your hand and pull his face down to meet your eyes. “It’s not your fault. You were watching me the whole time, so stop blaming yourself for something you couldn’t control.” “If i would have just came with you-“

“But you didn’t because you respect me enough to let me have my space.” He knew you were right, he just couldn’t let that feeling go. The one where he was scared out of his mind when he heard you scream for him.

“I just never want to hear you scared like that again.” You smile softly at that, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his lips. “Well, I know I have you to protect me if something like that ever happens again. Nothing to be scared of now.”

Ethan feels a lot calmer, something only you’re able to do.

“There you are, E! Man you have got to try this drink some guy just handed to me. It literally tastes like rainbows.”. You watch Ethan roll his eyes, no telling how many times he’s already done that tonight, because Chad was totally sloshed.

“How about we all go home? I think you’ve had enough rainbows for tonight.” As Ethan moves to push Chad out of the kitchen, Chad stops and looks at you. “Holy shit, how long have you been standing there Y/N/N? You should totally try this drink.”

“Oh my god, Chad! Shut up and move.” Ethan pushes him forward again, and reaches out for your hand, which you gladly take. “We need new friends, baby.” You giggle at his comment and shake your head.

“They may not know how to ‘read the room’ but they’re good friends, ya know when they’re not completely wasted.” Ethan only pulls you closer to his body.

“You give them too much credit, sweetheart. Always looking for the best in people.”

There’s a comfortable silence after that, seeing most of the group gathered at the door, you make your way over to them. “Where’s Chad? He was literally in front of us the whole time.” Tara only points behind you two, making you quickly snap your head around.

“Jesus christ.” “What the fuck?” You laugh out.

“Where did he get a turtle from?”

“Chad! Put the turtle down, and get your ass over here.”

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream vi #jack champion #jack champion x reader #short!reader

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yangbbokari · 7 months

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Skz making a bet on you Hyung line pt.2

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and this is the hyung line pt.2 to the previous one. Maknae Line pt.2 is coming soon

Parts: Hyung Line Pt.1 Maknae Line

BANG CHAN He didn't even notice you were gone until his call ended. Going around the house, he called your name multiple times. When he got no reply, he assumed you went on a grocery trip. So, he took his time to shower, get dressed and get ready for bed. Before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep.

Chan hated waking up cold. You weren't there beside him. He'd gotten used to always holding you through out these 7 years. He grabbed his phone off the night stand and checked the time. It was already 6:57 in the morning. Not hearing from you at all left him with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

So he immediately dialed your number. It rang once. Then twice. Then three times. You never let it ring more than two times so why weren't you answering? Finally, it went to voicemail. He called a couple more times just for all of them to go to voicemail. He started panicking. It was unusual of you to not pick up his calls unless something went wrong. One more time, just calling you one more time to make sure.

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing uncontrollably. Rubbing your droopy eyes, you took your phone and answered it. “Hello?” You groggily said.

“Y-y/n? Where are you? Why weren’t you picking up my calls!? Hello? Y/n?”

The moment you hear his voice, the sleepiness left your body. You stayed silent because you were sure that you’d burst into anger and most likely tears if you tried to talk to him.

“Y/n? Why aren’t you answering me? I-I-I’m worried… Please just say something. You’re scaring me…”

You sat up in bed, holding the phone close to your ear. After clearing your throat you finally answered him.

“What do you want?” You were right. You were a little too irritated the moment you started talking to him.

“What do I want…? What do you mean!? I’m worried sick right now because you weren’t picking up my calls and you didn’t even come home last night. You could’ve at least texted me something, y/n. Don’t just leave me guessing of all the possibilities that could’ve happened to you!” He was practically yelling into the phone at this point and it only made you angrier.

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not being the toy who sees you as their protector and is so incredibly annoying that you can’t say it to her and instead to your fucking friends!”

Chan was speechless for a few minutes before speaking up again. “What..?” He said almost breathlessly.

“I heard that phone call you were on.” You began sniffling and the tears began to fall. “You said that you had fun… fun playing with my feelings and making me believe that you were my protector an-an-and how annoying I was…” You could hear him sighing on the other end and you began to think that he was going to agree with you but he didn’t.

“No… no, Baby, you got it all wrong. I-I shouldn’t have worded it like that.” He sighed once more. “I was talking about when I pranked you earlier this week. When I pretended that I was dead when you tried to wake me up. And then you began crying telling me how much you loved me.”

As he told you about it, you began to remember. Why were you so stupid? You began grabbing your things and walking to the shared apartment, all while listening to his explanation.

“Now there’s nothing I can say about the annoying part. But I did say that because—. Wait, you didn’t hear me tell him— never mind. What I’m saying is that I started the sentence like that because I was saying that it just made me realize all the more how much I loved you no matter how hard it got between us. Because I know these small fights we have between each other and how mad we can get and how petty the arguments are. I just love you so much and the way you cried over me broke my heart. You’re everything I could ever possibly ask for and I’m just so gra—”

He turned his head and saw you standing in the doorway of the bedroom looking an absolute mess. He hadn’t heard when you came in since he was so busy talking to you.

“When’d you get here..?” Chan stood up and made his way over to you to make sure you were alright as he checked around your body. He had tears in his eyes. You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend’s face in awe.

“I-I-I-I thought you didn’t love me and I got scared. S-so I left but now everything is making sense and I feel so stupid. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have—”

Chan took you into his arms, muffling your words. “Don’t say that. You have every right to think that way especially from what you heard. But don’t worry. I love you more than words can express.” The two of you cried into the comfort of each others arms and you’ve never felt better.

After tears were dried and things were dealt, Chan looked at you curiously. It made you a bit flustered. “Wh-why are you staring at me like that. Want to take your words back now?”

“No! I’m just wondering… how’d you get here so fast?”

“I-I-I was at my friend’s apartment. It’s a floor above us.”

He took you into his arms once again, chuckling. “God, I want to marry you.” All you could do was blush. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE MINHO The next day, Minho ran up to you and swung an arm around your neck. You were quick to push it off. He frowned and made a little pouting face.

"What's wrong? Why did you leave without me last night?"

You quickly answered each of his questions. Not wanting to be in his presence much longer. "Nothing. Something came up." You rushed past him and to class. Finals were just around the corner and you didn't have time to be dealing with someone like him.

This was your last year of school. You didn’t want the unwanted drama. You’ve sailed through school as a well-natured person, favored by the teacher’s. You didn’t want to ruin your reputation now.

But it wasn’t as easy as you thought. Minho would continue to bug you in each and every class. No matter what you were doing he was there. Constantly pushing him away wasn’t working and ignoring him CLEARLY wasn’t working. So you resulted to the only thing you had left, confrontation.

Without second thought, you went straight to him after school and kicked him in the shin.

“Ow! Who the fuck!” He quickly turned around to face you as his demeanor slowly changed. “O-oh, y/n… It’s you.” He sounded kind of disappointed if you were being completely honest.

“What did you do that for, Sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes and stormed off. Leaving him to chase after you.

"Woah, woah, woah, hey..." He grabbed you by the wrist and spun you around. "What's the matter?"

He was the most disgusting human being on this planet and you didn't want anything to do with it. It made you extremely irrtated and you didn't want to be there. If anything, his act he was putting up was probably all a part of that sick and disgusting, "joke," as they called it.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

That was all you said before finally getting in your car and driving home. You hated that you were such a pushover. You hated that no one coud truly accept you for you. You hated that you were so stupid. You hated that you were so blind. You hated yourself.

You pondered over the entire weekend. Highschool's almost over. It didn't matter now. But to you, it did matter. You weren't going to just let people treat you like trash anymore. You knew just what to do.

On Monday, you came in as a fresh new person. Both physical wise and mental wise. You weren't gonna let people fuck with you anymore. You spent the whole weekend researching on makeup. You already knew lots about fashion. Your closet was already filled with fashionable items, you just weren't sure when to wear them.

With some accents to your school uniform, you looked perfect. Now the problem was the makeup. This wasn't your forte. You've never really used makeup so it was a struggle. But with enough practice, it was almost perfect. Even though it was a struggle, your makeup came out just fine.

When walking in, you could feel the eyes that followed you. It made you super uncomfortable. Maybe you did your makeup wrong and looked like a clown instead of what you intended. Your anxiety quickly built up and you ran for the bathroom. On the way there, you bumped into a wall. Well, a body rather.

The boy gently pushed your body off of his and you were quite dissapointed with the boy you were faced with. It was Minho.

"Woah... miss, are you okay? You should watch where you're going. You're too pretty to be hurt. Are you new here?"

All you could do was scoff. People were staring because you all of a sudden looked beautiful in other's eyes. Even Minho couldn't recognize you.

"It's me, Dipshit."

"Y-y/n?"

You rolled your eyes and kicked him in his balls before leaving the scene. That was the best feeling in your life. Two less problems to deal with. Minho and the judgement of society. Fuck the rest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SEO CHANGBIN You kept crying throughout the night. It shouldn't hurt this much but you couldn't help the tears from falling. At about 9pm, Changbin knocked on the door.

"Y/n..? I know you're upset with me but please come eat dinner. Please?"

When you didn't reply, you could hear him sigh. It's not that you didn't want to talk to him and that you were ignoring him. It was just that you weren't sure if your mental state could handle that right now. You didn't want to just lash out at him.

There was some clinking and clanking in the kitchen before you heard the front door shut. It made you want to cry even harder. But you were sure that any other girl would do better for him. Than the one who currently had her back against the door as she cried.

You slowly got up and opened the door to see if he really left. It kind of broke your heart but what else could you really do in this situation? You made your way to the couch and sat down, holding your knees close to your chest. The tears were unstoppable and kept coming. It wasn't like you wanted them to, it's just you didn't know how to stop them.

As you were drowning in you sorrows, you heard the front door open. Immediately, your head shot up only to see Changbin standing there with a guilty look and a bouquet of flowers. He stood there frozen in his place.

"Baby, why are you still u-"

"Where were you?" You interceded.

Taking a quick glance between you and the door, he pointed towards it.

"I figured that you'd need space so I went out. Then I realized that you might think something bad about it. Like I'm leaving you or something. So I went to grab some gifts and come back home. So that I can beg you to take me back if you decided to break up with me. If you didn't take me back then I wo-"

At this point, Chanbin was just rambling on and on. You could see how sorry he was and it made you feel like you were a fool. So you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his frame. You cried into his chest not knowing what else you could do.

Changbin was a little to stunned to move or speak for a minute. But he slowly embraced you after setting the roses down.

"Baby... I thought you'd be mad at me." He cautiously stated.

Your lower lip quivered as you replied to him. "I-I am! But just a little bit. I'd rather have you by my side than lose you forever over something silly. Plus it happened in the past and you told me yourself. S-so I guess it makes it a better..."

And at that, Changbin holds you even tighter and lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought I would lose you forever over a mistake, in the past, I made. Thank you for forgiving me." He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. But you shook your head.

"No, thank you for loving me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HWANG HYUNJIN After running for a while, you slowed down and began walking. You went to the Han River and took a seat on one of the benches. Checking your phone, to see the battery life was out and decided to take the time to relax. A lot had already been going on in your life. You had just found out that your mother was sick and you didn't want to tell Hyunjin because that would make him worry. You got reprimanded at work for getting an order wrong. Nearly fired because you "didn't know how to do your job right."

It was a stressful day and you just hoped that movie night would make it better. Except it didn't. It made it worse.

Having to find out from Jisung instead of Hyunjin himself really hurt. You knew that Hyunjin would tell you when he was ready. But, you couldn't shake off the feeling that he never liked you, let alone love you, to begin with.

You also knew that Hyunjin loved you and you were just overthinking. But were you? The river was peaceful as is and you didn't want to face reality right now so that's where you stayed.

It wasn't until nearly midnight, did you return home. Upon entering your apartment, you were met with a very distraught Hyunjin. He looked freaked out about something. But as soon as he saw you, he took you into his arms, tightly. He sobbed out onto your shoulder as he said, "thank you," over and over again.

"H-hyunnie..? What's wrong?" You ask worriedly. Yes, you were upset. But seeing him like this did something to you.

"I thought- I thought that something happened to you. You weren't picking up your calls or replying to my messages so I told the boys and other friends we both knew to contact you too, figuring you didn't want to talk to me of all people. B-but then they all said they couldn't reach you either. So I came to your apartment and when you weren't here I got absolutely terrified. What if you didn't make it home? What if you got hurt. What if you got KIDNAPPED!? And that would all happen because I was too stupid to admit the truth. Because I made you angry. Because I made the one person I promised not to hurt, hurt so badly. A-a-a-a-an-and-"

He was terribly hyperventilating at this point so you grabbed his face and kissed him. He immediately softened into the kiss. His breathing got slower and his body began to slump.

You slowly pulled away and gazed into his eyes as you started consoling him.

"Hyunnie... my phone died and I stayed by the Han River. I did not get hurt or kidnapped as you can see. Since, I'm standing right in front of you right now. If anything did happen, I would never let you blame yourself because it wouldn't be your fault. Besides, I love you and I wouldn't want you to live with that."

His teary eyes looked into yours as his lips formed a soft pout. "You still love me?"

"Of course I do. Even if you made a bet on me."

It made him cry even more at the fact that you still had this much trust in him.

"I love you too."

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neytirisblog · 1 year

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Hello there!! I hope you're doing great it's my first time ever requesting something so I'm kinda nervous writing this but can I request a Ao'nung x reader where they are dating but Ao'nung is ashamed of reader because she is a sully so when they are around his friend he kinda pushed her away until they're gone

Sorry if it's kinda weird hehe

Ashamed

pairings: aonung x sully!reader

warnings: kinda toxic aonung

summary: you figure out why he wanted your relationship a secret

a/n: hello! i hope you enjoy and i hope this is what you meant by the ask :) also it’s definitely not weird at all!!

You have been dating Aonung for two weeks but not the way you want to, Aonung insisted that you two should keep your relationship on the down low- meaning not to tell anyone.

Him doing that made you very upset, especially heartbroken. You wanted to be able to hold hands with him freely, hang out just the two of you.

You hated meeting in secret and only being able to see him mainly at night because the two of you were most likely busy during the day or he would just push you away until all your friends left.

You didn’t notice it at first when it started- when he wouldn’t talk to you when you were all around friends, when he would ignore you when you would speak to him but you just brushed it off thinking he didn’t hear you.

You didn’t know about him picking on Kiri, and you especially didn’t know about the fight between him and your brothers.

Your siblings all talked about how much they disliked him but you didn’t think much of it because he didn’t act that way when you were around and even when you two would talk he would never bring them up.

You just wanted to be able to express your love to him without it being kept a secret, it soon began to feel like he was ashamed.

Could it have been because you were not like him? Because you had five fingers and not four? He never said anything about it so you never really bothered to ask.

You had spoken to Aonung about telling everyone you were together and all he said was the same thing over and over, “ Soon we will tell everyone we are together, just have patience. "

You internally rolled your eyes when he said that- beginning to grow angrier and angrier as the days went by.

You couldn’t handle it anymore, and today was the day that really sent you off.

You and Tsireya, Roxto, Aonung, and a few other of their friends were all in the water laughing and making jokes.

You looked at Aonung a smile on your face which he didn’t return and quickly looked away, making you frown.

You hated it.

He ignored you the entire day, acting like you didn’t even exist. But then you started to notice the snarky comments he was sending your siblings.

Eventually the day came to an end and everyone was gone- except for Aonung, the two of you sat together in the sand.

“ What was that today? " You questioned, looking straight at him and the anger was evident in your voice.

“ What are you talking about? " He asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

You rolled your eyes at his words, “ You were clearly ignoring me today, I mean I know you wanna keep us a secret but you can still talk to me. "

Aonung sighed and turned his head away from you, “ I wasn’t ignoring you. "

“ Did I do something wrong? Is it because you’re ashamed? Is that why you want to keep us a secret? " I asked, tears beginning to cloud my vision but I pushed them away.

“ No! Why would I be ashamed? " He questioned, but little did he know Neteyam told me about what he said about Kiri and Loak.

“ I’ve been told what you did, you made fun of my brother for having five fingers and not four, but I have five fingers as well- you called him a freak so that means I’m a freak. "

“ I- I didn’t mean it like that, you’re not a freak and I’m not ashamed. " Aonung whispered, why was he acting like this? Why couldn’t he just say the truth?

“ Admit it. You’re ashamed and you’re embarrassed. You don’t wanna be seen with me- a sully, or what you call us, a freak. " I spoke, my voice raising as I stood up.

“ Fine! You want me to admit it? Fine! I was embarrassed. And yes, I have said things about your family, I will admit but I have never said a bad thing about you. " Aonung spoke, getting up as well, looking down at me.

“ That doesn’t matter Aonung, they are my family. It doesn’t matter that you’re not talking about me because everything you’ve said applies to me. " I spoke, he was about to say something but I cut him off.

“ It all makes sense now, wanting this relationship to be a secret, us meeting in secret. " I yelled, doing a finger motion between us,

“ This relationship is over until you have some courage to tell others about me and not be embarrassed, you know this really shows how much you care about me. "

“ Y/n, I love you. " Aonung cried, “ I never meant to hurt you, I was just not thinking- you changed me, I never should’ve acted that way with your family, none of you are freaks and I’m sorry for keeping us a secret, I was just scared. "

“ I think we should take a break from eachother, I think that’s what’s for the best. " I spoke, a tear rolling down my cheek. Aonung began to cry and I felt my heart break as he dropped onto his knees.

***

Days passed since I broke up with Aonung and I haven’t really seen him around.

I sat on the ground with Tuk as we made some bracelets inside of our marui. The loud chatter of my siblings voices were heard outside of the marui slowly getting closer and closer.

“ You will never guess what happened today Y/n, it’s insane! " Loak yelled, my head immediately shooting up at him.

I tilted my head to the side and made a motion for him to continue, “ Aonung apologized for being a skxawng and calling us freaks, he said he wanted to be friends with us. "

My eyes widened, “ Really? That’s so surprising, I wonder why he did that." I spoke, making my siblings nod their heads at my words.

I knew I had to go speak to him, “ Kiri, could you continue to make bracelets with Tuk? I have to go do something really fast. " I asked, Kiri nodded her head and I immediately ran to search for him.

I looked everywhere for him and nothing. I sighed as I walked towards where I broke up with him and my ears perked up when I saw him sitting there by himself.

As I got closer he must’ve noticed my presence because he turned his head towards me, his eyes shocked.

“ What are you doing here? " He mumbled, I slightly smiled and sat down next to him.

“ I’ve come to see you, Loak told me what you did, how you apologized to them- it means a lot that you are fixing your mistakes for me. "

“ I told you that I love you and that means I’ll doing anything for you, that means if you are willing to get back with me we can tell everyone that we are together and that you will be soon be my mate. " Aonung spoke, hope in his eyes and he looked at me.

I paused for a moment, debating my decision. I love Aonung. A smile appeared on my face as I slowly leaned in and kissed him.

I pulled away and a grin appeared on his face, “ I would like that a lot. " I spoke.

When my siblings found out we were dating they were extremely shocked but then all agreed that it was suspicious that he just apologized to them out of the blue.

Aonung began to work on his relationship with you family and he regretted being so mean because he soon became extremely close to each of your family members.

He even became closest to Loak which was a huge suprise because he told you that they were the main two that did not get along.

Everything was different now and you two no longer had to sneak away in secret, Aonung was no longer ashamed and embarrassed and even his parents began to grow a liking to the Sullys.

#writing #fanfic #fiction #angst #romance #fluff #avatar the way of water #aonung x reader #aonung x sully!reader #aounung

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eddieboi23 · 1 year

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Reader acts cold and harsh to wednesday because wednesday said they were annoying so wednesday pins them against a wall and acts even clder and harsher than they did

Harsh

Wednesday Addams x gn Reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: Wednesday hurt your feelings, so you try to hurt hers, it doesn’t go well in your favor, or does it?

Tw:, swearing, threats, being pinned against a wall, kissing, angst

(Y/n)=your name

“-this is thoughts-“

“This is talking”

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You search around the quad, looks for a certain braided haired girl.

You spot her sitting on a table, readying a book with blood on the cover.

“-Oh there she is-“

You rush over and sit right next to her, she glances up, then chooses to ignore your presence.

“Hey Weds! Whatcha reading? How’s your day going so far? Mines been fine.” You ramble as you lean near her.

Her jaw clenches slightly, your blabbering and close proximity was distracting her. And she was getting the spiders in her chest again, she had to make it stop.

“Refrain from talking to me, or being near me. I’m busy, and you’re quite annoying. Go away.”

Your mouth closes in shock..Then you move away. “Oh.”

Wednesday glances at you, and is slightly shocked to see your expression grow cold. You never got mad.

“I see. Sorry for bothering you.”

You get up and sling your back pack over your shoulder , then turn away from her.

“See you around, Addams.” You state coldly as you storm off.

Wednesday sits there for a moment. She has never seen your face look like that before.

——-

It’s been a week since then, you have been ignoring Wednesday.

The only time you would talk to her was if you absolutely had to.

You no longer called her by that infuriating nickname, “weds” ,just Addams.

At first she didn’t notice, but it became obvious when you refused to hang out with enid if Wednesday was there.

Once she noticed, she was annoyed? mad? Sad?

No, she was furious. So she decided to be just a cruel back.

She mirrored your rude behavior, which only made you angrier.

How dare Wednesday insult you, not even apologize, then be a jerk.

You were only leaving her alone like she asked.

You are insecure, and she’s just a heartless asshole.

Ok..maybe you were being a bit mean, but she deserved it. This isn’t the first time she’s called you annoying, and to leave her alone. And It wouldn’t hurt so much…..if you weren’t head over heels for the goth.

But she obviously didnt feel the same, so why bother anymore.

You tried so hard to be a good friend to her, and she just trampled on your heart.

You refused to talk to her without an apology, but it seems Wednesday is too high and mighty for that.

—-

It’s almost been two weeks, and Wednesday is going to end this once and for all. She’s going to confront you, because she honestly doesn’t know what she did wrong. As much as she hates admitting it, she was stumped.

She unfortunately had to tell Enid what was has happening, and she had a plan.

Enid texted you to come over and listen to music, without Wednesday being there, then she left before you got there.

—-

You wander up to their dorm, and knock. “Hey Enid it’s Y/n. I’m coming In.”

You walk in, not noticing Wednesday standing in the middle of the room, then close the door behind you.

“Long time no speak.” Wednesday says blankly.

You freeze and scoff, then turn to her. “What the hell do you want Addams.”

Wednesday takes a few steps closer. “You have been cold, I intend to found out why.”

You roll your eyebrows. “Oh right, you got a taste of you own medicine, and you don’t like it, do you?”

Wednesday opens her mouth to speak but you interrupt her.

“I don’t know what the fuck you want, I’m giving you what you asked of me, just leave me alone Addams.”

Wednesday grows confused and frustrated and stomps towards you.

You back up a bit. “I said leave me alone you a-“

Your interrupted by Wednesday grabbing your wrists and harshly pining you to the door. Your breath gets caught in your throat. “W….what are..”

Wednesday glares and squeezes your wrists, while leaning close to your face. “I don’t know what Iv done to make you act so foolish, but you better fucking quit this, I will not hesitate to cut your tongue out and feed it to you.”

Wednesday practically growls. “Tell me Why, NOW.”

You have to look away from her, to avoid the position you’re in right now.

“Y-You told me to leave you alone, that’s why Iv been doing. You called me annoying, I don’t know why you’re even upset… I’m giving you what you wanted! Isn’t that good enough for you?” You almost yell, your eyes begin to water, before you blink it away.

Wednesdays expression falls. Is that what she did to you? So it WAS her fault. She made you think she hated you, but she felt the opposite. She admired you, and she definitely tolerated you. She, loved you? Yes, as much as she hates to admit it, she loves you.

All those times she told you to go away, was just because of the moths fluttering in her chest, a feeling unfamiliar to her.

She realizes now, this was her fault. She hurt you, before you could hurt her.

It’s time she made this right.

“Y/n” she said, which made you look at her. You realized her anger was long gone, as her gaze was ever so soft.

“…what?” You whisper, now fully realizing the position you’re in, flustering you.

Without warning Wednesday presses her cold lips to your warm ones.

You were caught off guard but reciprocated the kiss.

Her grip on your wrists loosened as her body pressed against yours.

After a moment she parted away from you, breathing heavily.

You Inhale. “Well…..I hope I’m understanding this properly, because if not, this a weird way to hate someone.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes and lets go of you, before looking at the ground. She was unsure of what to say, but she had to say something.

“You make me uncomfortable.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “What is that su-“

Wednesday interrupts. “You make me uncomfortable, BUT, in a good way. I promised myself I’d never be in love, but it seems Iv broken that promise, because of you. And I apologize for my behavior, I didn’t intend to hurt you” She looks back up to you.

You softly smile. “I love you too”

And that’s when Wednesday knew you were perfect for her.

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Hope you like it!

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thewritetofreespeech · 5 months

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Could I request Choso with an s/o who's elder sister constantly mistreats her and anyone who's close to her (friends, colleagues, etc.) because she's jealous of s/o's beauty and cursed technique and blames her for their parents' deaths (in truth, their parents died because of their father's reckless driving)?

He doesn’t understand this. It doesn’t make any sense.

Choso would do anything for his brothers. Sacrifice anything for his brothers. It is beyond his comprehension that anyone would be jealous or cruel to their siblings. What’s the point?

Why be jealous of your other half?

Why be cruel to your left arm?

Listening to this woman berate [Y/N], with no regard for their worth or that there are people around, makes Choso wonder if they were even human at all. Yes. That must be it. They must be some unhuman creature curse, infecting this body, making them do these things. There’s no other explanation for it. “Would you like me to exorcise you?”

The woman stopped yelling at [Y/N] and both turned to him in surprised. One of angry alarm, and the other of full concern. “What?!”

“Exorcise you. Put you out of your misery.” It must be a very dumb curse too.

“Are you threatening me?!”

The woman took two steps towards Choso, who was prepared to cut them down right now; clearly they had become a violent curse. But [Y/N] stepped in their path between them. “That’s not what he meant! [S/N] please just go.”

“I’m not going anywhere?! You need to leave! This isn’t your house anymore!”

“Ok fine. I’ll come back later when you’re not here.” Choso was surprised. He had never seen [Y/N] look so helpless before.

“Don’t come back at all!” The door slammed in their faces, the sounds of the locks snapping in, and they turned to walk down the stoop.

“Well, that was about as well as could be expected.”

“Why didn’t you let me exorcise her curse?” [Y/N] turned to look over their shoulder at him in confusion. So he repeated. “Their curse. Surely it must be painful for both of them to be trapped together like that. I could remove the malevolence.”

[Y/N] gave him a soft, sad smile. “It’s not a curse that is the cause of her malevolence. It’s just me.” Choso was confused now. “She hates me because she thinks I’m the reason our parents are dead. It’s not true, and deep down I think she knows that, which just makes her angrier. She needs that anger to go somewhere, and it just turns on me.”

Choso still didn’t understand. How could they blame [Y/N] for something that wasn’t their fault? Shouldn’t they be coming closer to their sibling during a loss, rather than pushing them away?

Humans seemed a lot more complicated than he originally thought. Their motives always unclear. Their actions a misdirection at every turn. “I could still try to exorcise them. See how it works.”

“No thanks Choso.”

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imtryingbuck · 7 months

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Black velvet

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you and Nat are dating, recently you’ve been arguing really bad.

Word count: 1370

Warnings: angst, swearing, Nat being a major bitch&a terrible girlfriend. Name calling bitch/slut. Accusations/confessions to cheating, past cheating

Translation: kotenok - kitten / милая девушка - beautiful girl

A/N: I’m leaving the ending the way it is so you can decide what happens

Masterlist

Dating the former Black Widow came with its fair share of ups and downs, for weeks - or if you’re really lucky a few months - the pair of you can both be happy and loving towards each other but then something would happen to annoy her causing her to take it out on you.

When it’s good, it’s incredible. The love she feels for you radiates off of her, the warmth in her arms could leave you warm all winter, her voice sounded like a melody. You loved it when everything was perfect.

When it was bad, oh it was terrible. You were often convinced she hated you, just by the way she looked at you. You didn’t have to touch her to feel the coldness coming from her, just standing across the room from her kept you frozen in place. Her voice always dropped a few octaves when she shouted at you, and some of the names she called you broke your heart over and over again.

Just like last week, you’d been arguing for the past few hours. At this point in this weeks argument you didn’t even know what started it. But what you did know is that it completely spiralled out of control-

“Oh stop fucking crying Y/n! It gets boring”

Not wanting to make her more angrier you try so hard to stop the heavy flow of tears.

“Why can’t you be normal huh? And answer me instead of sitting there and whimpering”

“I-I do-don’t know what I’ve do-done wrong”

“You was all over Steve!” She screamed, making you flinch “Be fucking normal Y/n, he doesn’t want you. Nobody does!”

“I-I was talking to him about growing up in Brooklyn, we were just tal-“

“You want to fuck him don’t you? You’re a fucking slut!” Throwing a vase at the wall, just inches away from your face causing you to scream in fear.

In the two years you’ve been dating, throughout all the arguments and her mood swings you have never been this scared off her.

The door comes flying open revealing Steve, Tony, Sam and Wanda.

“Oh the man of the hour!” Nat points at Steve chuckling to herself.

Steve and Wanda makes their way over to you “Come with me Y/n/n, it’s okay I promise” Wanda softly tries to coax you towards her.

“You leave with them Y/n it’s finished between us I’m done I mean it!” And the worst part of it all was that she was telling the truth.

You was torn between your heart and your brain. Heart wanted to stay because deep down you knew she loves you, but your brain was telling you this was your chance, this was your chance to get away from the mental anguish she was putting you through.

So you listened to the smarter one out of the two organs. Your brain.

With a shaky hand, you put yours into Wanda’s and stood up, putting one foot in front of the other, you walked out of the room.

The names Nat called you were more vile than the last, making you flinch at each word.

Just as you got down the corridor to the elevators you heard her screams, your heart ached at the sound and you almost turned on your heels to run back to her, if Wanda didn’t hold your hand in such a tight grip, you would of.

That night both Steve and Wanda took you home, even staying the night. They didn’t try and ask you about what had happened, because you still don’t know.

You were so grateful for the pair, felt terrible when you realised you were the reason they were out of bed.

The next morning Nat rang you and when you wasn’t picking up she was sending messages, all asking ‘where are you’ ‘are we still on for lunch’. Natasha always blacked out during arguments so when the next day came she didn’t remember anything, which nine out of ten times led to another argument because she was calling you a liar.

Later that day she came to your apartment, knocking on the door like a mad woman. Wanda got up to answer it, you could hear them two arguing from where you was sat. Nat pushed Wanda out of the way, just as Steve came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging on his hips. Another problem being was that you had, had a shower half an hour before Steve did…

“I fucking knew it! I knew you was fucking him. I shouldn’t be surprised really, it’s okay though kotenok I’ve been cheating on you since your birthday, I was late home remember? Yeah I was fucking Kylie” Kylie was a friend of yours who you knew since school. Your birthday was 5 months ago.

You didn’t even say anything, you just ran into the bathroom and emptied the contents of your stomach in the toilet.

Now a week on you haven’t seen or heard from Nat, Wanda did let you know that Kylie was always at the tower - you had asked her just to cause yourself more heartache. You also found out that everyone had fell out with your now ex girlfriend which pained your heart, you didn’t want any trouble between the friendship group.

Instead of putting one of the bags down to make life easier for yourself you continued to let yourself struggle to open the front door, when it finally unlocked you gave yourself a little cheer.

As you were putting things away in the fridge, head in the clouds, you couldn’t stop the scream from coming out when a cough came from behind you.

Turning round you sighed at the sight of Nat standing in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk”

“Nothing to talk about Natasha so please leave”

“Kotenok I lied to you, I didn’t cheat on you I swear! Not once”

Much to the redheads surprise you was always able to read her like a book but standing here in front of her, you couldn’t tell if she was telling the truth or not. And that scared you.

You had doubts about being in a relationship with Natasha not because she flirted with anyone with a pulse, or because she came home one night smelling of someone else but because she was Natasha Romanoff - beautiful, strong, independent, many more ways to describe Natasha and you was…well you. She could have had anyone but she choose you, so of course you had your doubts.

Six years prior to meeting her, your ex was standing in the kitchen of your old apartment saying the exact same thing. You apologised for overreacting then three days later you came home to an empty apartment, everything was gone - everything you worked so hard for was cleaned out. You later found out that you were correct in overreacting as she was cheating on you, and not only that but it was with Kylie’s now ex girlfriend and just to top it off, all the things your ex stole was sold to fund their new life together.

What scared you the most was if you forgave her and everything she said was false, you weren’t sure if you could trust any other human being ever again.

“Baby please say something”

“I-I don’t know what to say…”

“Anything Y/n”

“You knew about my ex, I told you that the woman she cheated on me with was Kylie’s ex so why, why would you make out that you was cheating on me with her?”

“I was mad, I see your hair still wet and then Steve coming from the bathroom only in a towel I-I got mad and said it”

“But why her? Why her out of all people?”

“Because…because she’s been helping me with something”

Your eyebrows burrowed in confusion. “Helping you cheat on me?”

“No no милая девушка, I-I, this isn’t what I had planned baby it really wasn’t but-“ Nat drops to one knee and pulls out a black velvet box “I love you Y/n always and I hope you’ll do me the honour of being my wife”

“I…”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 25 days

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AITA for keeping my friend away from a party?

This was a Christmas party mid December so it’s been a few months but I still feel extremely guilty for what happened. I had attempted suicide at the beginning of December so I wasn’t in the greatest headspace leading up to this event. I wasn’t sleeping well and hadn’t slept at all before the party. I was considering just staying home but my friends and I agreed that it would probably do me good to go.

The party was themed around a musical group we all enjoy. For the first few hours or so things were going well. But then we started doing trivia. The trivia was split between actual trivia questions (like when is X’s birthday) and opinion questions (like what is your favorite live performance by the group). EM, AN, and I are far more casual fans than AY and BA. BA is a super fan and knows just about everything you can about the group. She’s also the one who made the trivia. The rest of us were not doing well. We were getting nearly nothing correct for the regular trivia questions and didn’t know enough about the group to answer most of the opinion questions. AN and I started having fun by teaming up but that made BA very angry. She yelled at us and tried to get us to move so we weren’t sitting near each other. After that I sort of shut down. I’m autistic so when I shut down I go nonverbal so I wasn’t talking and I stopped writing anything down for answers. It wasn’t like I knew the answers anyway. This made BA even angrier. She kept yelling at me to write something and I just couldn’t. It was like I was frozen. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I was certain I was going to start crying. AY asked if I needed to go home and I nodded.

AY’s husband offered to drive me home since AN drove me to the party but AN said she didn’t mind driving me home. I figured she’d just take me home then return to the party but she ended up coming in to my apartment with me to make sure I was okay. Once I was able to talk again I told her I was okay if she wanted to return to the party. She told me she hated the trivia so she wasn’t in a hurry to go back. We ended up hanging out at my apartment and talking for close to 2 hours. I asked her a few times during that time if she wanted to/should go back but she chose to stay. I know AY messaged her at one point but I don’t know what either of them said. After she left I went to bed.

AY messaged me the next morning checking to make sure I was okay. And everything was fine with her. But from after the party until around early February BA was ignoring me. She tends to do that if she gets angry at me. I didn’t put much effort into trying to talk to her because when she’s in one of these moods she either ignores me or is extremely mean and I’d rather deal with being ignored than the mean mode. At some point in February she started taking to me again as if nothing was wrong. This is what usually happens. She starts taking to me again and we pretend nothing happened and never really address what was wrong. I’m pretty sure she was angry about what happened at the party. I asked AN if she had any other ideas but she was certain it had to do with that as well. I feel extremely bad about shutting down, ruining the vibes, and having to leave early. I feel like that was an ESH situation. What I want to know is if I was the asshole for keeping AN away from the party. I feel I should have insisted she go back once I was able to talk again. I think that’s likely what BA was upset about. I feel like I was selfish and just happy to have someone to talk to for a little while without the pressure of the trivia at the party but it made things worse between BA and I.

So AITA for keeping my friend from the party?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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noosayog · 1 year

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[Hate That You Know Me] in which you hate Kita because he's hot

wc: 1.7k

warnings/content: wouldn't be a true noosayog piece without a hint of jealousy, minimal angst, mostly fluff, enemies-to-lovers

You’re not a very big fan of your tutor, Kita Shinsuke. He's straight-arrow, strict, and unsociable. He’s not very kind when you get something wrong, either. After the third question you answer incorrectly, Kita sighs and closes the textbook in his hands.

“Let’s just pick up tomorrow.”

“Fine,” you huff. He didn’t have to sigh that loud. It’s not like you were stupid. You just cared about things other than scoring higher than 90 points in every subject. You wanted to enjoy your youth and high school life. Besides, you were scoring above average in almost every subject. When your parents confronted you about a mere 70 points you received on a History quiz, you didn’t think it a big deal. Until Grandma Yumie in the neighborhood offered up her smart grandson, who happens to be top of his class, as your tutor. Without your consent, your parents had approached Kita with a part-time job offer tutoring you after school.

“Kita has volleyball practice afterschool!” you refute, face warm from the embarrassment of your parents sucking up to whom they thought was a “handsome, young man” and the 70-point exam Kita was currently studying. You had never really known Kita that well, but everyone in your grade knows him. You stare at him with wide, intent eyes, begging and signaling him to turn down the offer, make an excuse, say he was busy, anything. But he doesn’t even spare you a glance.

“I can help after volleyball practice, if that’s not too late.”

Your mom squeals in delight and bows a thank you. You huff out a harsh breath and that’s what finally gets Kita’s attention.

“I’m sure you can improve with practice,” he nods at you.

–

It’s your 3rd studying session, when Kita notices it.

“You’re not really that bad at History.”

“I know,” you deadpan. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time.”

He ponders this. “Why did you agree to tutoring then?”

You’re going to blow a gasket for sure. “I didn’t!”

He tilts his head, in genuine confusion, but that doesn’t make you any less pissed off. In fact, his obliviousness makes you even angrier.

“Why didn’t you tell your parents you didn’t need it?”

“I’m going to strangle you,” you mumble to yourself. “I did. Did they seem like the type who would listen?”

“You should’ve been more direct with them, then,” he says archly. “Let’s keep going.”

– Your relationship with Kita is mutual dislike. Well, he doesn’t seem to hate you the same way you openly express your disdain for him, but he certainly hasn’t been the kindest to you. He says things like, “I would expect that you don’t get these easy questions wrong,” “please stop being difficult and answer the next question,” or here’s the kicker: “don’t project your frustrations on me.”

That one made you want to push him out the window.

When you ask your classmates what they think of him, most of them describe him as a model student who’s always willing to help if you ask. Apparently, he’s kind, smart, captain of the popular volleyball team, and it helps that he’s hot. Well, he doesn’t show a single bit of that side to you. He’s mean, even a little petty.

When you complain to Aran, he just laughs. “Kita’s just teasing.”

You scrunch your nose up in response.

–

One afternoon, your club activities go longer than you’re expecting. You set out to find Kita to let him know. You don’t know what comes over you, but you ask, “do you just want to walk home together? I can wait for you.” Your face feels hot and you don’t look him in the eyes.

“No, thanks,” he fires back, without even pausing for a second to think about it.

“What, why!” Was walking home with you so bad? Besides, it just makes sense. You’re going to the same place anyway!

“Go home by yourself, before it gets dark.” he says, before turning around to go back into the gym.

“Fine!” and you stomp away. He didn’t have to turn you down that hard. It wasn’t like you were asking him out on a date or anything. Your face is warm and your heart is pounding. You tell yourself it’s indignation, but feel the hurt seeping through your ribcage into your heart.

You’re dreading that night’s study session, but Kita acts completely like normal when he arrives at your house. You’re still flustered and reeling from the embarrassment of his rejection, running your mind in circles at why you’re so bothered by it.

“What’s on your mind?” he prompts.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

“You’re not focused at all. You’ll never improve at this rate.”

Had you not been so wrapped up in reminding yourself that you hated him, you might have noticed the teasing intonation in his voice and the slight tilt of his lips upwards in a discrete smirk. But all you hear is the usual patronizing tone and your frustrations burst like a dam at how unaffected he is.

“I’m thinking about you!” you yell. “You and your stupid… stupid… just stupid!”

He’s looking at you with his signature stoic demeanor, but you catch the slight puff of air he lets out and the twitch of his lips.

“Are you laughing?” you ask incredulously. What was so funny about this situation? You’re in a crisis here, and he’s the epicenter!

He clears his throats and stands up. “Let’s go to the convenience store. You need a cold drink or snack to calm down.”

Your mind is whirling and a part of you is starting to understand that you’re letting yourself get jerked around, but you follow anyway.

–

You’re on autopilot the entire journey until the two of you run into a girl who you vaguely recognize from school. Kita leaves your side and approaches her.

“Suna, what are you doing out so late by yourself?”

“My brother was supposed to be with me, but I don’t know where he went. Probably just went home ahead of me. It’s okay, I’m going home now anyway.”

You watch with growing resentment as Kita pats her head and gives her a gentle smile you’ve never been on the receiving end of. “We’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself at this hour.”

So he wanted to walk this Suna girl home, but it was okay to let you go home by yourself earlier?

“Is that okay?” she asks, glancing at you.

“Yes, of course.” Kita responds as you stare at the ground.

–

Kita and Suna seem to know each other well enough. She even seems to know all the news about the volleyball season and the two of them are chatting animatedly about the upcoming opponents and strategies. You follow sulkily, five gaping feet behind them. Kita seems to be in a great mood, all laughs and smiles, and you hate him for it.

Turns out, Suna’s house is close by and she bows a polite goodbye when you all arrive at her door.

“Let’s go,” he turns to you.

You turn your cheek to him. “I can go home by myself. We’re done studying tonight, anyway.”

“Hey, c'mon. I can’t let you walk home by yourself at this hour.”

You want to whirl on your heels and give him your fiercest glare and snarl to scare him off, but you just say, “it’s fine. It’s not like I need to be walked home anyway.” Even you hear the hurt in your voice.

“Hey…” he says softly. He comes up around you to face you and gently takes hold of your hands. “What’s this attitude about?”

“Nothing,” you say, still staring at the ground.

“Okay,” he says. “Then do you want to talk about what you said at first?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“When you said you were thinking about me.”

You whip your head up to face him so fast, you nearly headbutt his chin. “I didn’t say that!”

“Yeah, you did.” He’s smirking openly now. “I want to know what you meant by it.”

“It meant nothing!” you burst, annoyed by how he seems to be enjoying this whole situation. He’s always this stoic mask; you’re unaccustomed to this smug personality before you right now. Aran’s words echo, he’s teasing.

“Nothing?” he says, playful lilt to this voice. He’s inching closer by the second and you’re suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“Kita…” you whisper. His hot breath and clean scent is fogging up your consciousness and you hear someone say, “I like you.”

You watch Kita’s smirk widen into a bright smile and you don’t mind the “I-win” light in his expression if he smiles like that all the time. To you and to only you.

He’s leaning in for a kiss and you have no control over your body as you help him close the gap between you two. It’s a brief kiss, respectful of your boundaries, very Kita-like. His slow, deep breaths bring you back down to earth.

“Wait!” you say, sudden thought striking you. “What about that Suna girl?”

He gives you a confused look. “What about her?”

“You’re always saying mean things to me and you told me to go home by myself after school today, even though you were all nice to her and saying you couldn’t let her walk home by herself!”

“Jealous?” he teases.

"No!” you can’t help but huff and turn your back to him, arms crossed over your chest childishly.

He huffs a quiet laugh and turns you by your shoulders to look at him again. His expression is sober now, eyes serious even if a shadow of a grin remains on his lips. “I’m sorry. I want to be kind to you, but it’s just so fun to tease you,” he admits. “I will stop if you don’t like it.”

Struck by his earnestness, you’re embarrassed by how childish you’ve been acting. “I never said I didn’t…” you trail off.

The grin is back when he says, “say you didn’t what?”

You glare at him, face on fire. “I hate you.”

“I like you, too,” he smiles, bringing his face back to yours and apologizing with gentle kisses.

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kealia · 1 year

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Notice me, please.

Neymar jr x reader

~ reader is mad at her boyfriend because he forgets about most stuff. Her boyfriend’s best friend locks them up to force them to make up.

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READER’s POV:

“Kylian, let me out!” I yelled out, knocking on the wooden door.

Kylian (my boyfriend’s best friend) locked us up, me and Neymar. We had a stupid argument, but I shall not apologise first! I do not care, I really don’t. He should apologise, it’s all his fault!

NEYMAR’s POV:

I sat down on the bed, I left my phone in the living room. Should’ve brought it with me… Y/n was making such a big deal out of this, I mean she can just apologise and then Ky would let us out. She’s mad at me because I forgot about our anniversary. I get that she’s angry, I do but she didn’t need to make an argument about it! It’s been about 3 days since she stopped talking to me. Of course, I told Kylian at training yesterday, today is his birthday. He invited us, mostly me, but he apparently texted Y/n to come over as well. Y/n was talking to Kylian today, but not to me. I guess he got this idea from her side of the story. Meu Deus, this is unbelievable!

“Y/n…” I started, I wanted to sound calm so there won’t be another argument.

READER’s POV:

“Y/n…” I heard Neymar’s soft voice, God why is he so calm! I stood in-front of the door and just stared at it. It wasn’t interesting at all but I was certainly not in the mood. He just has to apologise. That’s all…

“Querida, podemos conversar?” [Darling, can we talk?]

Did he just ‘Querida’ me? No way. After missing our anniversary he wants to ‘Querida’ me? He didn’t even apologise!

“Sobre o que?” I didn’t want to snap back at him but I just couldn’t help it. I was just extremely mad at Neymar. [About what?]

“Eu sinto muito…”

Carry on.

“Eu sinto muito, eu não queria que você me odiasse! Não esqueci de propósito, apenas esqueci de alguma forma!” [I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hate me! I didn't forget on purpose, I just forgot somehow!]

I scoffed, “Eu deveria sentir pena de você?” [Should I feel sorry for you?]

If I’m honest, when he said ‘I didn’t mean for you to hate me!’ It did break a small vein in my heart. Key word: ‘small’! I turned to him, he was sitting on Kylian’s bed. He looked so adorable! I couldn’t break, I needed to stay mad at him. He’ll find out my weakness, which is, Him.

NEYMAR’s POV:

She stood in-front of me, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed, she looked hot when she was mad. But she was mad at me.

“Bem eu não sei-“ I started but she cut me off, [Well, I don’t know-]

“Neymar! I am sick of you forgetting stuff! I mean this anniversary was important. It was important for me! I thought you’d feel the same. For God’s sake, I thought you were different from them! I thought you won’t forget about small things like this! Why can’t you see that?”

I’ve never seen Y/n so frustrated. She seemed more angrier than in our last argument. I didn’t want to fight again. I wanted to apologise…

“Bebê, I really am sorry. Very sorry. I didn’t want you to be mad at me. Please, não me odeie, eu apenas esqueci. Não irá acontecer novamente. Eu prometo!” [Don't hate me, I just forgot. It won't happen again. I promise!]

“Oh please, Ney. I’ve heard that loads of times. Too many! Infact.”

How am I meant to apologise when she won’t let me?

READER’s POV:

I know I was being stubborn but many men told me that. They told me to trust them, that they promise me this, they won’t do that again, it was just a mistake, it only happened once. I was sick. Sick and tired. Exhausted. Why can’t men just be expected to remember stuff or to not do it again? Neymar thinks that not remembering an anniversary is the only thing he did. He forgot loads of stuff. Like doing most of his chores I told him to do, while I was away. My favourite colour, my parent’s names, that I had siblings, that I crave chocolate during that time of the month. He forgets the simple stuff, men just don’t get it. They don’t get it, that we, women, love when they remember small details about us. I wish he’d see me the way I see him. I notice when his eyes soften anytime he sees Davi or Kylian, I notice how much he cares about his sister or mother, how excited he gets when he sees a dog, how he slowly lost his passion in football, I notice so much stuff about him. I wish he noticed my little details…

NEYMAR’s POV;

“Look, Ney. It isn’t just about the anniversary. It’s about how stressed you are about training and family. I get it, I know how stressful work is and family. I have a family and I work, you know that! It’s just… it seems as if you don’t really care about me. You ignore me, the things I do for you-“

“Y/n, I don’t ignore you. I don’t. Eu noto como você escolhe um tom diferente de batom ou gloss para cada ocasião, como você troca de roupa 10 vezes só para voltar para a primeira, como seu sotaque português está melhorando, como você diz ‘ai’ em vez de ‘ouch’,a maneira como seu cabelo se enrola naturalmente na parte inferior, como suas sardas aparecem no verão, mas desaparecem quando fica frio. I notice you, meu amor.” [I notice how you choose a different shade of lipstick or lipgloss for every occasion, how you change clothes 10 times only to go back to the first outfit, how your Portuguese accent is improving, how you say "ai" instead of "ouch", the way your hair curls naturally at the bottom, how your freckles show up in the summer but disappear when it gets cold.]

She started crying, I hope they were happy tears. I didn’t mean to make her cry. I opened my arms and stood up, smiling at her. She looked down, her tears flowing down to the floor.

“Venha aqui.” I told her softly, she looked up and rapidly wrapped her hands around my waist. I held her head close to my chest. My shirt slowly dampening from her tears. I buried my face into her hair. It smelt like vanilla and coffee. Just like she smells, I loved that about her. Sometimes I use her shampoo, because it smells like her. Like Y/n. Like my sweet girlfriend.

I heard the door creak open, “You okay?” Kylian asked.

I just hummed and nodded to him, he closed the door and left us. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes. I love her.

I could never be mad at her, I could never ignore her. I hope she knows that.

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I wrote this at 3 am so there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes but let’s hope not!

Happy New Year!!!

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babyhedonistt · 4 months

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TOO CLOSE TO TOUCH - EIGHT

WARNING // Angst, sexual advances

February 2022

“Is he ever going to come out?” Folio asks, approaching Noah’s bedroom door as Jolly rests his shoulder against the doorframe. “How long has it been?” Folio asks.

Jolly pulls his hoodie sleeve up slightly, as he checks his watch. “Going on 71 hours?” Jolly scoffs. “What the hell happened after he left Y/N’s?” Folio throws his arms up in confusion.

Jolly shrugs. Jolly knew what happened, but for the time being Folio was better off not knowing. “They got into an argument.” He says. “So? They’ve gotten into arguments before, did she cut his hair off or something as a joke?” Folio chuckles.

Jolly shakes his head. “Whatever it was about, fucked him up I guess.”

“I’m texting Y/N. She’ll tell me.” Folio takes out his phone before Noah opens the door looking horrible. His long hair was messy, he had dark blue bags under his eyes before clearing his throat, his eyes squinting at the bright light radiating from the hallway.

“I gotta pee.” He grunts before pushing his way past Folio into the bathroom. Folio makes a grossed out look on his face before Jolly peered into his room and nearly gagged. “Dudes been pissing into bottles.”

Ruffilos bedroom door closed as he made his way down the hallway to the group. “He finally came out?”

Jolly and Folio nodded before Ruffilo walks into Noah’s room up to his computer. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Folio and Jolly pour into Noah’s room as Ruffilo stands in front of the screen.

Noah’s desk was cluttered with piss filled water bottles, open journals and scribbled pages filled with lyrics and editing. The three peered at the screen to 3 song files they had been working on that had now been marked ‘completed’.

“No fucking way dude.” Jolly gasps. “He finished them?” Folio added on as Ruffilo cleared his throat.

“Yeah.” A raspy voice calls from the doorway. Noah stood in the doorway with his hands shoved in his pant pockets. “That’s what you’ve been doing in here for like three days?” Ruffilo asks, pointing at the computer.

“yeah.” Noah simply says. “What the fuck did you and Y/N argue about to make you lock you in your bedroom for three days?” Ruffilo squints at him.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about her right now.”

“I would think now is a good time.” Ruffilo shrugs with a scoff. Noah approaches his computer and unplugs the flash drive from the monitor. “I gotta get this to Matt.”

“Noah. Come on dude. You tell me everything.” Ruffilo places a hand on Noah’s shoulder which he just shakes off and walks out of the room.

Nick Ruffilo never admitted it, but that hurt him a lot deeper than he would ever tell anyone from that day on.

Present day

You helped Noah off the ground and took a harsh look at the bruising on his face. You bring your hand up and he stops it before your finger tips manage to touch his face.

“Don’t.”

“You need to be cleaned up before the show.” You focus on aiding him. You couldn’t bear to look at his damaged face, knowing you were the cause of it.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He tries and you hold up a finger to him. “Noah I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now. You have a show in a half an hour and you look like you got hit by a car.” You turned your back to him and started walking back to the others.

“I can’t do the show if you’re mad at me.” He shook his head grabbing your wrist. “Noah let me go.” you warn him. He shook his head and tried to go for your other one before you start getting angrier. So many lies, so many things he didn’t tell you. Now his best friend hates him and he got hurt because of you.

“Nick is already mad at you, so maybe take that and put it towards your performance.”

You shake your hand from him and start walking back to the rest of the boys, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

Noah didn’t even try to overpower you, make you stay, make you hear him out like he usually does.

No.

He fucked up.

He knows he fucked up.

And this time you weren’t the only one who got hurt.

February 2022

"Are you sure you want to cut it all off?" Jolly asks, sitting across Noah who sat, all tied up in the salon chair. Noah nods. "I think it's needed with the new album."

Folio turned his phone sideways and pressed the record button. "Damnnnn, man this is gonna be good." He chuckles. Ruffilo sat quietly to himself, his leg laying on top of the other with his arms crossed.

"You didn't wanna wait until Y/N got here?" Folio asks.

"She's not coming." Noah and Jolly said at the same time, eerily at the same time. Folio nods, slightly confused before the hairdresser returns, clapping his hands together in an excited manner. "All right! New year new hair!"

Present Day

"10 minutes till sound check!" Matt peeks his head into the dressing room with a nod. The tech support came in and hooked a microphone pack on the back of Noah's belt. You quietly put clear bandages by his eye as he held the ice upon the bruising. You put antibiotic ointment on his lip to stop it from bleeding.

He looked like shit.

"Will you say something? Anything?" He asks. He has been staring into your eyes since you started aiding him and it took every ounce of willpower you had remaining in you to not lock eyes with this man. He knew how to make you forgive him. It was always a game between the two of you. You're not even sure you had something to be mad at him about.

He wrote a song about you. So what?

No. That's not it.

It was the fact he didn't talk to you for almost a year. He mailed you an NDA without any warning or apology. He wanted you to be viewed as the bad guy so he didn't have to put up with his own ego in having feelings for his best friend's sister. He did all this shit, and then turned around, telling you he suddenly wanted you and that nothing else mattered and no one else needed to know?

"Ow. Y/N, you're hurting me." He winces gently as you realized you were pushing to hard on his face after putting on the bandaid.

"Sorry." You grunt.

Noah Sebastian has made shit decisions.

Noah Sebastian has done you more harm than good.

Noah Sebastian makes you cry.

But...

You look up to him as your gaze finally meets his soft, raw expression.

Noah Sebastian was damaged.

Noah Sebastian was hurt

Noah Sebastian was hiding his pain.

Noah Sebastian denied having sex with you to protect your feelings.

Noah Sebastian was protecting you from himself.

So why was it that you still wanted him anyways?

To be continued...

Authors Note : I've been sick with mono y'all. My body feels like doo doo. This story is still progressing I do apologize it took a minute for this chapter to come out! As always I hope you enjoyed and please leave your lovely comments <3

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moonknightly · 1 year

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we’re so lost we can’t help but to think

mk system x reader, but mostly marc x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: this is angsty af i’m sorry lol. childhood trauma and abuse, mentions of death and grief, possible suicidal ideation if you squint, major anxiety and panic attacks, nightmares, mentions of hospitals, unedited writing

excerpt: “It just makes him feel like you’ve been expecting this, like you’ve always known that being with him would only end in tragedy.”

Steven has his own body again. Marc thinks he’s looking in the mirror at first but no, he definitely has his own body. There’s nothing to bounce his reflection off of, no glass wall between them. He’s just there, standing in a white room that reminds him so much of the hospital and Marc’s head hurts and he wonders if he’s dying again. The pounding is so intense.

He blinks a few times, like maybe that will clear everything up, like maybe he’s just hallucinating because of this fucking migraine but Steven is still there, looking at him like he’s just as confused. Marc looks down at his clothes just to further confirm but they’re wearing different things and Marc can’t feel his curls hanging in his face like Steven’s are.

Were Steven’s curls a mess though or is that just what Marc is used to? He looks up again to double check but the scene has changed. Steven is still there, but so are you. There’s another sharp throbbing in his head and he groans, closing his eyes for a moment or two in search of some relief and when he opens them again you’re both sitting in chairs.

You’re both tied down, ropes binding your arms to your sides and securing your backs to the chairs. Marc’s feet won’t move, no matter how hard he tries to run forward they just won’t move. He’s glued to the spot, not mentally but physically. He just can’t move.

“Marc, what’s going on?” Steven asks, his voice quiet and timid. Not at all what Marc is used to coming from his alter. Steven has always been the brave one.

You say his name too just a second later, tone panicked and he hates it. He hates watching you struggle when he knows he could have you out of your binds in five seconds if he could just get his fucking feet to move.

“I don’t know,” he breaths, feeling his own chest swell with anxiety and panic. He really has no idea. “Are you, fuck, are you hurt?” He’s trying so hard to keep himself from falling into a panic attack.

“No, no don’t worry. We’re fine,” Steven says, trying to keep them all calm but especially Marc, just like he always has. “Aren’t we?”

His question is directed towards you and even though you’re still struggling, you nod, forcing yourself to take deep breath after deep breath. You don’t even seem to process that your boyfriends have their own bodies, not really and Marc doesn’t think that's a good indication of where your head is at. He just wants to fix it but he’s stuck.

There’s movement out of the corner of his eye and his head snaps to the left. He sees Harrow walking into the room and his stomach instantly fills with dread, chest on fire as anger ignites and burns in his veins. He thought he was dead, shouldn’t he be dead? He remembers Jake and the limo and-

Fuck, he doesn’t know where Jake is. His head is too quiet.

Or is Jake the reason it’s pounding?

He doesn’t know, doesn’t have time to think about it for too long because Harrow is getting too close to Steven and to you and he doesn’t fucking like it. He doesn’t fucking like that he’s stuck in place and for the first time in forever he doesn’t fucking like that he doesn’t have Khonshu’s powers to save him.

“Stay away from them,” Marc growls, voice low and dangerous and eyes piercing.

Harrow looks almost amused and that only makes him angrier.

“I don’t think you’re really in a position to tell me what to do, are you Marc?” he hums, stepping behind Steven. He’s calm, just like he always fucking is, his voice holding its usual arrogance and assertiveness. “I don’t think you’re really in a position to do much at all.”

Helpless. He’s calling Marc helpless and it’s like a punch to the gut, an unwanted reminder of everything he’d ever done wrong and how he had to create another person to carry the weight. Marc physically bites his tongue so hard blood fills his mouth.

“Just let them go.” His voice is desperate and he hates it, honestly, but he needs them. He needs them. “Please.”

“Oh Marc,” Harrow laughs, shaking his head as he moves behind you, fingers trailing along your shoulder and it makes Marc bristle. He wants to break Harrow’s wrist. “I can’t do that.”

Marc grunts as he tries to get his feet to move again but it doesn’t work. Of course it doesn’t. Nothing ever goes his way.

“Why not?” He feels stupid asking but he doesn’t no what else to do or say and fuck the last time he felt this helpless was in the cave-

Gods, his head fucking hurts.

“Because,” Harrow sighs, like what he’s about to say pains him but his face, his expression gives him away. It doesn’t. “You never paid for your sins.”

Marc furrows his eyebrows at the same moment you do, but Steven’s eyes widen. At least one of them understands. Marc doesn’t want to ask, and he doesn’t have to. Harrow keeps talking.

“All of the hurt and pain you’ve caused everyone. Your mother’s sorrow-”

“No,” Marc snaps, shaking his head. “No, I fucking paid enough already-”

“-that you caused when you took your brother’s life.”

“I didn’t kill him. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault, I was just a kid-”

It had taken you and Steven and Jake so long to get him to believe those words. So long.

“You could’ve saved him if you’d tried hard enough. But you were only worried about yourself.”

“Marc, don't listen to him.”

“He’s lying to you.”

He’s trying. He’s trying not to let it get to him but he’s losing, he’s failing. Again. He always fails.

Harrow’s moving closer. Taking step after step until he stands right in front of Marc, just a few inches away but he still can’t move. Marc wants to reach out and wrap his hands around his neck, he wants to feel it snap under his fingers, he wants it to fucking stop.

“All of those lives you’ve taken-”

“I only killed people who deserved it,” Marc rushes out, trying to defend himself to someone who didn’t care. “I wasn’t a monster. Not like you-”

“But they still weigh you down, don’t they? You remember every single one of them. I know you do.”

It’s true. He isn’t wrong.

“So what?” Marc snaps, his chest heaving as he tries to keep himself from collapsing in on himself. He wishes Steven could take over, he’s not used to feeling like this anymore. Never so intense and in the moment. “You’re going to kill me and make them watch? Make me pay for my sins or whatever?”

Harrow laughs, tilting his head to the side as he regards Marc for a moment or two. “Steven really is the smart one, isn’t he?”

Marc’s eyes flash to Steven and his alter looks horrified. Whatever he’d been thinking, Harrow must’ve just confirmed it. Again, Marc doesn’t need to ask. Harrow beats him to it.

“I’m going to kill them. One of them. And you have to choose.”

Marc’s stomach drops. The fire in his veins turns to ice and fuck it still burns but it’s not anger, it’s horror.

“No. No, you can’t do that. Not them.”

Steven has his eyes closed and you’re so quiet and still. Like you’ve already accepted it. Marc knows you’re just trying to be brave for him, to make it easier for him but it doesn’t, of course it doesn’t make it any easier. It just makes him feel like you’ve been expecting this, like you’ve always known that being with him would only end in tragedy. It makes him feel sick to his fucking stomach.

“Not them. They didn’t do anything wrong.”

Harrow sighs again, taking a few steps back from Marc now, walking back towards you. His fingers trace your jaw and once again Marc wants to feel his fucking bones snap under his fingers.

“It really is such a shame, isn’t it?” Harrow mumbles. “How much destruction and chaos you bring to those around you. How they have to suffer because of the choices you’ve made.”

“Kill me. Just kill me, please just fucking kill me.” Marc doesn’t want to see their faces amongst everyone he’s killed, doesn’t want to live with their ghosts. “Don’t make me do this.”

He’s begging and he doesn’t even care.

“We’ll be fine Marc,” Steven says, nodding his head even though tears fill his eyes.

When Marc looks at you, you’re trying not to cry too.

“Don’t worry about me baby,” you whisper.

“No!” Marc yells, shaking his head rapidly, hands clenched into fists. He hits himself in the side of the head as the pounding becomes more intense, as the anguish he’s feeling in his chest starts to suffocate him. “You can’t make me do this. You can’t, I won’t, please just fucking stop. Kill me kill me kill me, not them. Please not them.”

“Only one of them has to die Marc,” Harrow hums while he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. “Just one.”

Marc starts hyperventilating. He can’t, he can’t possibly fucking choose who will die and who will live. He can’t. He can’t he can’t he can’t he-

“Just pick me Marc,” Steven mumbles, nodding again. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay without me. I’m not really real anyways, am I?”

“No. I can’t-”

“Baby it’s okay.” Your voice is so gentle, so sweet. Marc doesn’t deserve for you to still be so kind, not with your life on the line. “You need him. You don’t need me.”

“That’s not true. I can’t fucking, fuck I can’t do this without you. I don’t want to.”

“Save her,” Steven says. “Save our girl.”

Marc can’t hear them anymore. He can’t hear anything. His head feels like it’s being split in two, pulled apart and set on fire. His vision blurs and the stark white walls fade away to black nothingness and the feeling that washes over him is utterly familiar, that feeling of being alone. He’s alone now. He has nobody, not even Jake. He’s alone he’s alone he’s alone he’s-

Awake. He’s awake. And he’s gasping for air, each breath that he tries to take not near enough. He’s sweating, his shirt and the sheets and his pillow completely soaked.

And you’re there. Sitting up beside him, your hands in your lap because you don’t like to touch him without permission, even after a nightmare when all you want to do is reach out and hold him you never want to touch him without permission.

You’re there. So does that mean-

“Steven?” Marc gasps, eyes snapping shut while he continues to pant and try to catch his breath.

“I’m right here,” he says. Marc glances towards the mirror in the corner of the room just to make sure, not that they need the mirrors to communicate anymore but it just makes him feel better and he’s there. He’s right there.

“Jake?” he says, voice just a subtle croak.

“Who do you think woke you up?”

He’s there too. The pounding, the migraine, it was Jake. He’d been there the whole time.

Marc sighs, hands coming up to his eyes, palms digging into his sockets as he rocks himself back and forth for a second. Breathing is becoming a little easier, just a little. You’re there and Steven’s there and Jake’s there. You’re all right there and safe and Harrow is dead. He’s dead and you’re all okay.

“Honey what’s going on?” you whisper, voice shaking just a little bit.

Marc reaches out immediately, pulling you into his arms, almost wrapping himself around you. You curl up instantly, one hand moving up to run your fingers through his hair while the other starts pushing his shirt up and over his chest, just trying to get him out of his sweaty clothes.

He lets you. Even though he feels like he doesn’t deserve it, he lets you take care of him. He reluctantly lets you make him a cup of tea, some special blend that Steven swears by and he sips on it while he watches you change the sheets. He lets you get him into the shower and he silently begs you to climb in with him, and you do.

You wash his hair, his body, and then you hold him underneath the boiling water, your fingers tracing up and down his spine. He finally cracks, finally tells you about his dream and he’s crying by the time he’s finished. You just hold him tighter, let the water run cold and then dry him off with the fluffiest towel you own. You don’t say anything until you have him back in bed, wrapped up in clean sheets and the softest blanket. He feels spoiled.

“You know nothing like that is ever going to happen, right baby?” you say softly, searching for his hand, intertwining your fingers once you find it. “Never. Not in a million years my love.”

“But what if-”

You shush him gently, softly, shaking your head. “It won’t. Steven’s safe, I’m safe. We’re right here baby.”

“Someone could find out,” he mumbles, his heart starting to race again. “Someone could find out what I did and go after you.”

“And you’ll protect me. You always do.”

His bottom lip trembles. He hates that it trembles. “But what if I can’t save you?”

He feels like he’s going to break down again. He can feel it bubbling up, the anxiety and the panic and he thinks it would be better if Steven took over, if he could just hibernate and wallow for a few days in his head and not have to deal with any of his emotions head-on.

But you don’t let him. He doesn’t want to leave you, not now.

“Am I in danger right now?” you ask, voice still so soft and so gentle.

“You could be-”

You stop him again, shaking your head. “Am I in danger Marc?”

He hesitates again, a sigh passing his lips, the tips of his fingers tingling. “No.”

“Then we don’t need to worry about this right now, do we?”

You have a point, he guesses. Sort of. Even if his anxiety doesn’t want to admit it. He’s always going to worry about it, always going to worry that something bad will happen and he’ll fail and he’ll lose you and-

“Marc baby get out of your head and just be here with me.”

You make it sound so easy. You do make it easy. Steven and Jake encouraging him make it easy, make him feel even better, more secure.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever be completely comfortable or sure that nothing would happen to you or to Steven or Jake for that matter, not really. But you always do everything you can to remind him that it’s all going to be okay, and you’ll jump the obstacles when they come. You’ll tackle them together. He’s not alone.

Marc doesn’t really fall back to sleep that night, and neither do you. You stay up with him and let him talk about anything and everything, watch the anticipation for the moon to go down itch at his skin, watch the calm that comes when the sun starts to rise and stream in through the windows and cast a golden shadow across white sheets and his tan skin.

The morning is even easier. It always is.

But you’re what allows him to see it day after day. You always are.

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