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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Hello Ramza my beloved! \ (⌒▽⌒)/ Could i request a fic where reader is ranboo's younger sibling? Y'know endermen kiddos doing cute lil' endermen things; i thought that'd be a cute idea! :]

BigBrother!Ranboo and Reader - Useless Enchantment

Pairings: none

Characters included: Ranboo

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request by my beloved anon <3

Summary: Y/N ran away after Ranboo insulted their enchantment they have worked on, calling it useless. They just wanted to help out!

Words count: 1548

Authors Note: I apologize for this short one and I turned this around a bit into a different direction. I hope it’s fine! I do like the idea of Big Brother Ranboo though and would love to write more for him but at the moment this was the only thing that came into my mind! Still, thank you for the good prompt! :]

A young child was carefully stalking through the dark forest. The gaze from his red and green eyes always attentively roaming between the trees and fauna. One of his hands resting on the hilt of his worn out iron sword. Glistening with a simple sharpness enchantment that the boy managed to put on there with the help of an old book.

It was currently the dead of night and therefore being outside was dangerous. Mobs were now prowling around attacking everything on sight only to later retreat or burn to ashes once the sun come back around again.

Now, it wasn’t Ranboo’s choice that he was outside during the night but he had to look for someone. His younger sibling Y/N.

After a particular heated argument Y/N stormed outside of the old broken hut that the two have reappropriated as their own home. Of course Ranboo immediately tried to follow them but he wanted to make sure to at least grab the sword before following them in case anything happened. Unfortunately this also gave Y/N the time to get out of his vision

“Y/N! Please come home!” he yelled out for the what felt like the hundredth time.

Truth be told he didn’t full remember already what they were arguing about. Either it was just that stupid or his faulty memory was acting up again.

During his life his memory had been a huge problem of his and something he didn’t feel too comfortable relying on. The only definite thing he could and will unequivocally rely on was his trust in his sibling.

They were always there for him to either help him through his confusion or they would cheer him up, no matter the situation.

“Come on! Y/N! It’s dangerous!”

“Go away!” The voice came from above him. Sniffling and stifled sobs accompanying it.

Confused Ranboo looked up at the treetops only to see Y/N sitting on a particular thick branch. They were hugging their own legs and viciously rubbing their eyes, trying to make sure that none of their tears would hit their skin but Ranboo could see a few bright red lines and splotches on their cheeks.

His eyes widened “Come down and let’s go home! What if a skeleton sees you! Or a spider!”

But Y/N just tightly shut their mismatched colored eyes and shook their head “Nuh uh! Just so you can make fun of my enchanting again? I was trying to help!”

Oh, that was what happened. The house had an enchanting table, which was one of the deciding factors for why they moved in there for the time being and Y/N tried to enchant a piece of armor to help their brother out but accidentally managed to put on a what Ranboo described as a “useless” enchantment.

Ranboo looked around himself, making sure that no mobs have caught on to them yet “I’m, uh, sure we can find a use for an aqua affinity helmet. How about we go home and talk about it!”

Y/N slowly opened their eyes again, they were still busy trying to dry their tears. Wincing whenever their tears still managed to escape and making an uncomfortable sizzling sounds as it touched their skin.

“You think so?”

He nodded, getting more and more nervous just standing around in the forest like this “Yes, of course I’m sure. Why would I lie to you? You have to come down the tree though.”

Y/N hesitantly let go off their legs and let them dangle off the tree. Taking a deep breath in they just jumped off the branch.

This Ranboo didn’t expect. Scared for their well being he ran over to them trying to catch them somehow. It might have not been a huge drop but it was still long enough to definitely end up in some sort of injury if Y/N didn’t land correctly.

Ranboo opened up his arms but Y/N still just crashed into him. Falling off the tree only to disappear and reappear right on top of him in a cloud of purple particles. Knocking all the air out of his lungs as he fell over with his younger sibling in his arms.

While he could pick things up without destroying them, Y/N inherited the ability to teleport even if the range at the moment is only a few feet at best.

On one hand he was happy Y/N was finally down the tree but on the other hand he was now busy coughing as he tried to fill his lungs with much needed air again. It also didn’t help that Y/N didn’t immediately jump off of him and instead took a second regaining their own bearings.

Once they did jump off him though, they helped him back up. Y/N then immediately wrapped their arms around his body. Pushing their wet face into his chest. A few painful and muffled whimpers escaped them as they essentially pushed their wounded face into Ranboo’s shirt.

Still coughing Ranboo softly put his hand on Y/N’s head. Trying to calm them down even more as he carefully caressed their head in between their two white and black horns. The least he could do right now is try to stop their tears so they wouldn’t be in pain on the walk home.

It seemed to work somewhat. When Y/N looked back up into their brother’s face their eyes were still looking glassy but it didn’t look like more tears were rolling down their face.

Happy with this Ranboo took Y/N’s hand in his and together the two begun walking home. Y/N’s gaze always directed on the ground, only occasionally jumping towards noises around them. All the while Ranboo took the lead, his sword in is other hand.

Y/N’s hand sometimes flew up to their face. Tracing along old tear scars and the new once. Grimacing every time their fingers got too close.

Ranboo too was sensitive and got hurt by water as well but for the longest time now he suspected that Y/N showed a more stronger reaction to it than he ever did.

Guilt swept in as he realized that if he never made fun of their enchanting they wouldn’t be in pain right now. His grip on Y/N’s hand strengthened. He wanted to say something but when he opened his mouth his words left him. So he just concentrated on the walk home for now.

It didn’t take long for the two to reach their home. As soon as Ranboo opened the door the light of the fire places greeted them. It was just a run down little hut. Most rooms were almost unusable. Either too broken down over the years or filled with debris. So the two spent most of their time only in the living room. Even made makeshift beds around the fire place so they could keep warm while sleeping.

“Y/N, sit down on the chair over there.” Ranboo pointed at one of the chairs next to dinner table that stood close by.

Y/N didn’t wait and immediately moved towards the chair to do as Ranboo told them. While they did so Ranboo put his sword away and got out a rag and a spare potion they managed to scrounge up out of a chest.

He then moved another chair in front of his little sibling so he could sit in front of them. Putting some of the potion on the rag. Moving it close to their face only to see them preemptively wince.

“I’m sorry Y/N. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have made fun of you. You did good!”

It surprised them when Y/N smiled at him “It’s alright. You didn’t mean to. Also you promised to find a good way to use for the enchantment anyhow.”

They looked smug when they said the last part. As if them running away was all a plan to make him promise that.

A pout appeared on his face and he sighed “Are you sure you are my sibling and not just annoying endermites in a trench coat?”

They stuck out their tongue “I don’t see any other Hybrid around here that is half Enderman and whatever our other half is.”

They were right. Both of them showed the same markings of their Hybrid sides. Including having the same eye colors of green and red. Ranboo may not have all of his memories and both didn’t know where they came from but he knew that Y/N was his sibling. He just knew it.

All of his memories had them in there as well. They were always there with him., survived together.

“Anyway I will clean up the wounds a bit so the scars won’t be too noticeable, alright? The rest you gotta drink.”

Y/N nodded. Closing their eyes waiting for Ranboo to touch up the wounds. It’s not the first time they did this after all. They knew how this would go.

Ranboo softly touched their face with the wet cloth. As soon as he did so he could already see Y/N’s skin repairing itself a little bit. The bright red lines getting darker and in the case of the face side with the enderman skin it turned into white lines.

Wincing at every touch but they managed to stay still.

He then pushed the bottle into Y/N’s hands who happily downed the liquid since it also helped to suppress the pain.

Relived Y/N let out a few happy chirps similar to the sounds that of actual endermen.

“Ranboo?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Can you teach me how to enchant things properly? You are way better at it this than me.” They sounded a bit sheepish.

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danteinthedevildom · 3 years

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Time to share a fun lil hc of mine I might be lowkey addicted to.

In technicality, the bros aren't allowed to talk about Belphie, or Lilith, at all. Even if they want to, there's a strict hush order on both topics, and it doesn't take someone who's known him for millenia to recognise that Lucifer reacts much more strongly to the breaking of this rule than any other.

So, they don't talk about them. Pretend like neither of them ever existed; like Lilith isn't present in everything they do, like Belphie isn't meant to just be gone for a year. It sucks. It's bitter. Not being able to talk about it leaves so much unresolved, leaves so much about Lilith raw and aching, but what can they do?

When Beel first talks to you about it after the kitchen incident, it's as cathartic as it is terrifying. Directly disobeying Lucifer, even if it's for the purpose of informing you of such an important part of his life - of the two people he cares about most - is wrong. If word got back to the eldest, he could be in a lot of trouble.

But it was good. It was comforting, having you know. It felt better, being able to talk about her again after so long - being able to tell someone what she was like, to relive a little part of his past, without the grief of his own thoughts overlayering it.

So maybe he wants to tell you more. Maybe, especially after your Pact, he wants to spend quiet moments together with you, telling you about Belphie, and Lilith, and the things they did together. Maybe he wants you to be part of the better times, where guilt didn't yet reach into the very depths of his soul.

And maybe, really, he just wants to talk. It's been so long since he's been able to openly admit to someone that he misses her. It's even worse, now that he misses Belphie, too. He wants to be able to miss them. He wants to be able to reminisce, to experience his thoughts and memories, without quickly swallowing them down for fear of Lucifer.

So, you teach him morse code. Maybe it's the actual, human-world morse code, or maybe it's one you two make up together. A series of taps and presses, something you can hide beneath the dinner table as you tap your words into his thigh, something he can watch as he taps out his memories on the back of your hand, cradled between your chests, as you lie on his bed after a nightmare.

You give him a voice, an outlet, and he uses it. It's easier for him to talk through the taps, to spell out an, 'I-M-I-S-S-B-E-L', or a, 'L-I-L-S-L-O-V-E-D-T-H-I-S', or a, 'W-I-S-H-T-H-E-Y-D-S-T-O-P-A-R-G-U-I-N-G'. He talks all the time, this quiet, gentle giant; he has a lot to say, a lot of worries, and somehow it's easier to say them all when he isn't saying a single word.

It makes him feel lighter. Sometimes, his guilt isn't even over the moments when he dips into his memories, when he can't hold it back anymore and he has to think; it's when he has those fleeting thoughts, those sudden moments, those slow realisations. The little things. So. Sometimes you get long, detailed recounts of Beel, Belphie, and Lilith roaming the Celestial Realm, the mischief they got into, the jokes they shared - and sometimes, all you get is a fact, that Lilith loved that specific colour of lilac, or that they have Belphie's favourite dessert on sale.

And sometimes, the latter option seems subconscious, more cathartic, like he's sharing a secret with you, half-unaware that he's gifting you with them instead of stewing in his guilt.

If the two of you get good enough at it, something interesting can happen; walking hand-in-hand, verbally the two of you would be talking about R.A.D., about exams and where to eat lunch. But in the barely-there taps of your forefingers against the back of your clasped hands? You're asking him if he's okay, if he slept well, if he needs to talk - and he replies that he is, he did, and he misses them but it doesn't feel as bad, now.

And he'll mean it, too.

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel

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beenjen · 2 years

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Last day off of the holiday for this momma, I’m not overly wanting to go back to be honest… last week I was over it all and couldn’t wait to get back to work, this week and over the weekend, hubs has been off with me and it was a really great time. We cooked together, hung with the kids, family time, of course Christmas….

Today we did the furniture rearrangement I touched on a couple weeks back, and guys 😭😭😭

This is the final. I decided not to strip and restain or paint the vanity. We washed with warm soapy water. Let dry well, then I used this beeswax and oil rub that really took out some of the damaged look from some spill stains many moons ago -

Lils saw it as soon as we moved it inside, and she immediately said, ‘I be right back,’ and returned with her little makeup bag, put it all in one of the drawers, and has been on and off the stool ALL DAY 😍😍😍 it was so special for me, as I did much the same at my grandmothers, hence why that was my pick from her estate.

Every piece of art, each item, is nostalgic for me. The pot for my monstera, the girl peeling potatoes, the mirrored dish, the Tibetan singing bowl…. Each are gifts from someone who has passed, or is still with me, that we shared/share a great love. That space made my soul sigh ((yeah, I said it)).

We also were able to complete the upstairs space for the kids and our family lounge area. It worked out really well, and with the new paint - though I didn’t love it, at all - really makes a good backdrop for a lot of art we’ve had put away. We found out about Lilith 3 1/2 months before her arrival, and went into a mad dash to make a nursery, move our bedroom, it required us to take down our billiard room, and all of that has been in storage. It seems crazy that 3 years later we are finally chillaxing and settling enough to do some of these big changes we have talked about for eons it feels. Looking back though, Jamis was pushing 4 before we started getting back into free flow mode instead of existing/surviving. It was a walk down memory lane, getting out framed event posters, small and large images, and finding new placement for it all. It was really fun.

We also rearranged Jamis’ room. For Christmas I had thought and thought about what to get him that wouldn’t be a waste, broken in 5 minutes, would actually serve a purpose… and came up with a platform bed. He LOVES IT! For the win 💪 we set it up on Christmas, then he wanted a kitty house so his cat could ‘enjoy my new room too’ - such a sweetheart 💚

This is with the lights off - we rigged up rope lights under the platform and moved his stuff around. I recommend this for anyone who wants more floor space! It makes it SO BIG in there now. Plenty of space for him to hang up top, down below, floor room as well. It’s a double, I’m sure they have in twin too, and let me tell you, it’s the bomb.

Lils we did a new tricycle with handle (my back says thank you) and some dress up stuffs -

It’s been unseasonably warm - 70s - for all of the holiday, and it’s been a chance to get out of doors, which we taken advantage of (we did have some 40 degree days too) -

And because I’m out of picture spots, this combined one is of our cookie party my mom felt well enough to join in on, and my Yule for the winter solstice -

May all of you enjoy something sweet, soak in the moments, both the making of and reliving memories xx

#my life and times #this and that #share the love #peace #go your own way #self care #space aesthetic #make your own

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thcweasley · 3 years

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Magical

PAIRING : Fred Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : After war, Fred trying to make things back to normal again

WARNINGS : none? shitty fluff

WORDS : 1.6k

A/N: i reposted this cos something went wrong lmao.

Im not sure why i really like the whole idea of Fred X Muggleborn!Reader lmao. i know its autumn in most places, but its been super duper hot here lately. Also this might not be 100% accurate of how things supposed to go, but i just got an idea after watching what not to do at the beach. so I hope you enjoy anyways.

AND THANKYOU FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST FIC OMGGG. Yes ill upload the 2nd part soooooonn!! so don’t you worry~

“Lets go lets go!!” Fred said clapping his hands, signing you to move faster.

“yeah yeah” you mumbled.

It was a month after the war yet everything didn’t seem to falls back to normal. The fact that you almost lose Fred in the battle haunted you. Even though he was still standing in front of you now, present and healthy. Still you couldn’t seem shake off the image of him dying in front of you. At the time everyone was so sure there’s nothing they can do to wake him up.

“I didn’t know you’d be this sad to see me dying Y/N” He managed to let out a laugh.

Fred insisted you both to go to the beach today. You’ve told him once that going to the beach with your family and friends was probably you favourite memory of growing up. Before everything, before Fred, before Hogwarts, before Magic. So he thought itd be fun to relive your memory with you, no wand, no spell, no magic, just the two of you.

“are you sure you wanna do this? I thought you don’t like muggles activities” you asked him swirling around your wand in front of his face.

He grabbed your wand and put it away from you “Yes of course no magic, beach day! Now move your feet before I carry you into the car myself”

“I can’t believe you actually rent a car” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Well I want it to be perfect for you” he laughed under his breath. “Look at this” He pressed a button and suddenly the roof of the car starting to fold. “Just like magic!” He grinned, causing you to laugh.

“oh what did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend” you leaned on to the driving seat to give him a kiss on his cheek.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N” He moved one of his hand onto your waist “But I know how you could reward me without any magic involved” He squeeze your bum lightly.

“Focus on the road, Weasley” you rolled your eyes smiling, Slapping his hand away as moving back to your position. His laughter filling the car

** Fred had taken you to a pretty cool beach. quite crowded too He found a spot and lay some towel so you can sit down.

You both lay down on your towel. Watching the clouds moving, enjoying each other arms. when suddenly someone dis-sand his towel right beside Fred and walk away.

You both sat up immediately, coughing.

“what the hell is that?” you said, with an annoyed tone, looking over to Fred. Wondering why he hadn’t say anything.

You saw Fred rubbing his eye. “you okay?” you raised an eyebrow. Confused

“uhh.. i think there’s sand in my eye” he said still rubbing his eye.

You grabbed his hand. Stopping him from rubbing his eye. “don’t rub it..” you said soothingly. “open your eyes”

he tried to open his eyes, failing. “what do you mean? I cant do it!”

“hey.. calm down” you giggled. You put your fingers between his eye, and open his eyes. You keep your fingers there to stop his eyes from blinking. you blow air in front of his eyes. Hopefully can remove sand from his eyes. “now blink”

he blinked a few times. And then look up at you. He realised how close your faces were. He held your cheek in his palm. Leaning in to kiss you. His lips warm and smooth pressing against yours.

You just smile against the lips, enjoying the moment. Until you heard a loud smack coming from Fred’s direction, causing you to pull away from him. A volley ball hit Freds head.

“sorry mate!” some guy shouted behind him. and running towards you both to pick up the ball.

“yeah no worries” he managed to force a laugh. You dropped your head to the side. Looking at his annoyed face.

“you okay Fred?” you asked him. resting your hand on his head.

“yep.. umm.. lets go for a walk”

Fred grabbed your hand, dragging you with him as he ran towards the bridge. He sat on the bridge and patted the space beside him, signalling you to sit beside him. “come on!” he smiled widely.

“Do you want ice cream?” Fred broke the silence.

“sounds great” you said as you want to get up. But he stopped you.

“wait here I’m going to guess your favourite” He scrambles to his feet and kiss your nose before walking away.

As you watched the clouds moved, you can hear the waves and some kids running around. Looking all around you, remembering the reason why you like going to the beach so much. The salty air, the sun and now you’re with the man you love the most. It couldn’t be more perfect than this.

Suddenly Fred appeared beside you. Handing you your ice cream with your favourite flavour. “here you go ”

“awwww” you looked up at him and peck his lips. “thankyou..”

You were enjoying your ice cream when suddenly Fred groans. You looked up at him and follow his eyes direction, you saw some boys running away laughing. You looked back at him. now he’s touching his head. “dumb kids” He muttered

“Oh god!” you said in shock as soon after you pulled his hand away from his head. His hair covered with ice cream. then suddenly bursted out laughing.

Fred groaned again “you think its funny?” he narrowed his eyes at you. Fred’s hair, he always sensitive with his hair.

“sorry..” you grinned. You reached your handbag and took your wet tissue. “I don’t know that your mouth moved on to your hair” you giggle lightly. Start wiping the ice cream off his head.

“It’s those lil git” he clenched his teeth.

You giggled lightly, its funny how frustrating this day has been for him. “what do you want now? Go home?” you smiled at him.

“yeah..” then he instantly added “sorry” he bitted his bottom lip.

“Its okay, Let’s go home” you grabbed his hand and ran towards the car.

“my hair, it’s so sticky” Fred said once you got inside the car.

you smiled “its cute though, smells like ice cream.”

“it is not..” He said as he started the car

“whatever” you stuck your arms out the open window, holding it straight like the wing of a plane. But then suddenly you felt a cold flickers of water land on your face making you yelp in surprise at first and then groan loudly.

“Rain?” Fred questioned, painful annoyance in his tone.

You both turned your heads up to face the sky and suddenly the droplets are falling down faster and faster, making you flinch every time it hits you. Within ten seconds, the water is hammering down.

“why it doesn’t work!!” Fred pressed the roof button rapidly. Hoping the roof would start to close itself. “Merlin!” he ran his finger through his hair.

“Hey calm down focus on the road” You replaced his hand with yours, until finally the roof closed itself.

But then suddenly the car stopped. You could see the lights on the car also went off.

“hey, we’re in the middle of the rain why the hell would you stopped?” You laughed not knowing what was happening.

“well this really a cherry on top. What a nice day” he said, sarcastically.

“wh- what happened?”

“I don’t know. Merlin, I really wished I have my wand with me” he muttered. “wait here” he said as he got out of the car.

You took out your phone. No signal what a nice day.

You got out of the car. You saw Fred was standing in front of the car. Muttering loudly. You shook your head, and ran towards him, hugged him from behind. “im so sorry Y/N I have no idea how muggle car works I don’t know how to fix this” He said as he turn himself around to face you. To his surprise you greeted him with a big grin on your face. “Why are you smiling?” he asks suspiciously, raising an eyebrow

You placed a hand on his cheek. “I was wondering… have you ever been kissed in the rain?”

Fred finally recognising the playfulness in your voice. His frown soon eases up into something less harsh-looking. “I haven’t actually,” he breathed

You closed the gap between you two, kissing him passionately. You feel the water soaking through your clothes as you’re pressed your lips on to his lips as the freezing water dripped down on you both. You grab onto his shirt, starting to shiver. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been happier. Because finally, after a whole month of anxiety, you can just focus on whats happening right now.

You finally separate lips, both catching on your breathes.

Fred strokes a stray raindrop off of your nose. “sorry, this is the worst date ever” he gave you a sheepish smile.

“I don’t think so” you pecked his lips smiling widely, he smiled back.

“are you being sarcastic with me?” he raised his eyebrow playfully.

You shook your head smiling. “For a magic-less day, it was quite magical” AAHAHA im sorry guys this was super cheesy. but.. should we make a part two where we give fred weasley the reward he deserves?

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eskewcity · 3 years

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big question maybe but your top/best less popular indie game recs? doesn’t have to be horror (but I would love some more unusual horror games if you’ve got some e.g. I just placed imscared and I loved it!)

I’m just looking for something that is “indie” but isn’t like....hades or firewatch etc etc (which are pretty big name indie games lol)

Sure I’ll do a few horror game and some non-horror games for variety :) also I’ll include a lil blurb with them since I realize when I recommend things I usually don’t explain what they are Actually about which would be helpful

horror

Home: A rather quick and straight forward click and point game about a man missing his memories just knowing he needs to go home to make sure his wife is okay. I really enjoyed the game for the way you could either interact or ignore certain things which in turn influences your memory of what actually happened and also the underlying message of player involvement in games it has...

Phobia: Your car broke down in the middle of a snow storm and your only refuge is a seemingly abandoned house. I would best compare this to the Penumbra series with some light puzzles and surprise! monsters and is fairly well done for a free game.

Close Your Eyes: A horror puzzle game where the only way to defend yourself is to close your eyes. it has some really neat implementations of this mechanic that I thought was really cool when I first experienced it.

Stories Untold: An episodic game where each section is a “tape”. They all seem unconnected to each other, but are they really? I recommend this all the time but I promise it’s good <3 (cw for flashing lights especially in episode 2)

non-horror

Smile for me: Join the Habitat where the most miserable of souls reside and find ways to make them happy again (despite the protests of the mysterious Dr. Habit) ! I just played this yesterday so I have to add it.. It also has the biggest following on here than any of the others but it was very fun and had a great artistic style with a interesting cast of characters. I was also jamming along to the music a whole lot

Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons: Two brothers are on a quest to find a mythical tree that they believe is the only cure to save their father. I recommend if you can, play this one with a controller because one of the main features is that you control both brothers at once. It’s quite a bittersweet journey but has a great atmosphere and i thought the relationship between the brothers was sweet.

A Hand with Many Fingers: Unravel a real life CIA conspiracy by searching through documents in an archive. I actually got recommended this one on here and it was certainly a time. I recommend having a pen and paper handy for this one, you’ll need it.

Tell Me Why: Two twins try to unravel the truth of a tragic event in their childhood after being separated for years. Okay this is technically not indie since Dontnod made it but it’s a lot less talked about then their other similar titles like Life is Strange so I have to recommend it. All three episodes are also entirely free for pride month!

The Swapper: A puzzle game about... swapping :) Puzzles in this one are a little tricky but it’s a fun story that explores the concept of consciousness and the moral implications of cloning much like my beloved SOMA

Before Your Eyes: Convince the ferryman that your soul deserves to be saved after you died by reliving your life story. This is best played with a web cam as the game tracks every time you blink which then progresses the story, even if you didn’t want it to.. Full stop this made me sob for a good half hour afterwards but it was really worth it and I’m excited to see what else this studio comes out with.

The Unfinished Swan: Join the journey of a young boy on the search for his mother. You need to “paint” the world around you to reveal where to go next. I think this has a tentative connection to What Remains of Edith Finch but I could be wrong.. Either way, was a good time to play!

I hope this helps and there’s something here that interests you!

#asks #violaeade #honorable mention to the beginner’s guide because I don’t even know where to start with describing that one #recommendations

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hisoknen · 4 years

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chef boyardon’t || hawks

warnings: fluffy smut, first date with hawks wc: 2.4k

a/n: this is for my spring time anon @smol-floatyy for the @bnhaclaimedmysoul event!! sorry i couldn’t resist the title, forgive my shit humor XD it’s been so nice getting to know you and i would love to keep in touch! this pushed me out of my comfort zone and i learned a lot! i hope you enjoy it! sincerely 🌺 anon

Stretching your body and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, swinigng your legs over the side of the bed. Your body was sore and your head was pounding against your skull. Your stomach growling was the only thing that had your body moving at this point.

“Oop, hey there baby bird,” you hear Hawk’s voice coo as you step into the kitchen. Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his body and breathe him in.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up Y/n,” he chuckles. Letting out a groan, you reach around him for a bag of chips, before turning to walk over to the couch. “Stay up late again, hm?” He follows in suit, collapsing beside you. This was the first time all week that you’d seen him.

“Mmhhm,” you fall into his lap, the bag of snacks perched on your stomach while you crunch away.

“How was work?” You mumble, looking up at him as you shove a handful of the salty chips into your mouth.

“Ahh, it was honestly pretty boring, I’m just ready to take it easy, here with you.” He smiled down at you, his eyes squinting shut, shoveling a handful of the chips into his own mouth. The relaxed air he was putting off always frustrated you.

Why wouldn’t he just talk to you more about how he was really feeling. You knew his job was stressful but whenever he was here he cut all conversations revolving around it, short.

You decided to not push him on it any further, distracting yourself by popping a few more chips into your mouth. At least he was here, spending time with you and holding you after all.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t cha tell me about the best date you’ve ever been on?” He grins, looking down at you inquisitively. You almost choke on your food, your cheeks immediately grow hot as you try to swallow the last of your chips, thinking of how to divert his question to avoid responding.

“I really enjoyed that one time that we made pasta together.” You smile up at him, your hand shifting to rest on top of your chest, rubbing at the skin.

“I enjoyed that too, but that’s just us cooking together, ya know? What the best date you’ve ever been on?” Hawks grabs the bag you’ve been fidgeting with, popping a chip into his mouth, his hand resting on your shoulder as he waits for you to respond.

“Remember the time we planted the carrots in the garden.” You counter, racking your brain for something to say. You’d never actually gone on a date. You always wanted him to ask you out on your first, but he was always so busy, and you understood that.

He was the Number 2 Hero after all. He had more important things to be doing than taking you out on dates. You always saw how tired his eyes looked whenever he came over, how he plastered a happy look on and you just wanted him to relax and spend time with you. It wasn’t all that important for the two of you to go out when you had each other’s company.

“Y/n,” he chuckled, “Once again, that’s just us spending time together, kitten, I wanna know about the best date you’ve been on, I won’t get jealous, just want to know so I can top it.” He gives you a Cheshire grin.

While Hawks wasn’t someone to take things too seriously, you knew how much he cared about you and that he was sensitive when it came to what you thought of him. How could you reassure him and make sure he didn’t beat himself up over it. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

“I uh- I haven’t ever actually been out on a date.” You stammer, “I mean- we do a lot of fun things! I consider them dates.” You hurry to reassure him but it’s too late. You see his face fall for a split second, his brows furrowing.

“Keigo, I love the time we spend together, it’s more than enough for me.”

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Who the fuck is that? You try to rack your brain for people who would be showing up to your house in the afternoon. Hawks had your keys so it couldn’t be him. Had you ordered something? No that couldn’t be it. Shit who the fuck was it?

You felt horrible after what had happened yesterday. You hadn’t intended to make Hawks feel bad. He’d asked you the question in the first place. But as soon as you told him that you’d never been on a date, he had grown silent for the remainder of the night.

He looked lost in thought and no matter what you said he would just shrug you off. All you ever wanted was for him to wrap you up in his arms and be beside you. You hadn’t lied about that and you couldn’t think to ask him for anything more, it was all you ever wanted from him.

You nervously approach the door, anxiously peaking into the hole. What the hell? Through the small hole you could see Hawks nervously looking at his feet, hands hidden behind his back. Did he leave his key here?

You quickly unlock the door and his eyes flash up to yours. “Kei-”

“I uh… got these for you” he cuts you off, flinging his hands before you, a bouquet of spider lilies in his hands.

“Hey lil bird. Ahh... if you don’t have any plans, I would love to take you out on a date.” His cheeks are blushing as he stares up at you, searching your face. You take the flowers into your hands, your eyes widening sight before you.

You’d told him about your favorite flower, but you didn’t think he’d remembered. You’d never seen white spider lilies, and they were absolutely beautiful. You look back up at Hawks and see him shifting from one foot to the next, his hand is scratching the back of his head while he looks to the side.

“I would love to.”

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You’d never had more fun. After putting the flowers away you grabbed your bag and headed out with Hawks. You’d walked around the city for hours, grabbing snacks along the way, hand in hand.

You were radiating, the air around you was warm smelt sweet, you could tell that the smile on Hawks’ face was genuine, without a trace of worry, and it made your heart sing. He’d made you wait outside of the supermarket while he grabbed groceries.

“We should probably start walking home now,” you stroll up to him as he emerges from the store, the sky darkening around you.

“Can you hold these?” he holds the bag up to your face. You smile up at him and take the bag “Ah ah, no peeking.” He closes your hands around the bag, “Com’er,” he pulls you flush against his body.

“Kei-” your words get caught in your throat as you watch the ground beneath you disappear. “Shh, just enjoy the view. I insist.” He whispers against your ear, the whirling of his wings surrounding you.

You look below and find the market you were at mere moments ago the size of a miniature diorama.“I’ve wanted to take you up here for the longest time.” Your fingernails dig into his arms, your heart was beating out of your chest. “Don’t worry, love. Relax and enjoy the view.” He purrs and you slowly ease up on the pressure.

The city lights twinkling below you stars in front of you were vibrant and glistening. It all looked like a dream. You lose track of time, taking in your surroundings from a new perspective.

This is how he saw the world everyday? How small we are in comparison to the things that surround us. He was sharing this beauty with you.

You arrive through your bedroom window, Hawks gracefully placing you onto the bed, his forehead brushing against yours while he steals a kiss from your lips.

“Now you stay here.” he grabs the bag from your hands and pushes himself from the mattress. You watch him disappear, closing the door behind him. You dreamily walk over to your dresser to put on a tank top and shorts.

The whole day had been an absolute dream. You relax against the bed, head propped on the pillow, engraving the memory into your mind, reliving the moment over and over again.

“Hey there, dove,” you turn your head to the door to find him propped up against it, striking a sexy pose. You would have been drooling if not for the fact that he was wearing a chef hat, clad in nothing but an apron covered in chicken nuggets.

“Where did you get that?” you sit up right, trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape. He puffs his cheeks out at you pouting, pushing himself from the door and walking toward you.

“You don’t like it?” The string holding his outfit together looked so flimsy, one wrong move and he would be completely exposed in front of you. The way the hat was thrown on with haste, made him look like he was straight out of a parody porno.

“No, no I love it!” You let out a giggle scooting over to give him space. He laid a soft kiss against your lips, hands grasping at your hips “Chicken nuggets?” You take the fabric into your hands, smiling up at him through your eyelashes.

Breaking out in a cheeky grin, he lifts his eyebrows at you, moving down your body. His mouth covering your exposed skin with feathery light kisses, hands pulling your legs apart, finger ghosting over your panties.

“What are you making?” You let out a sigh, relishing in the feeling of his fingers circling your clit.

“That, my love.” He lays a kiss against your clothed core, “Is a surprise.” The cold air of the room hits your core as he pulls your panties to the side, his tongue immediately delving into your folds.

Breath catches in your throat as his tongue laps away at your center, his fingers ghosting over your entrance, looking down at him through your lidded eyes. His tongue flat, trailing up from your slit and flicking at your clit.

His fingers sink into your core, curling up while he continues his painfully slow ministrations on your clit. His fingers slip inside of your slit, his tongue lapping at your folds, moving at a tantalizing pace.

“Y-you feels so good.” Your hands thread into his hair, pulling him closer. The breath coming from his nose, sending shivers up your spine. He tugs gently at your folds, working his fingers in and out, brushing against the spot that has you moaning above him. Trying to keep your eyes open is an impossible task as he kneads at the point, clamping his lips around your clit and twirling his tongue around it.

“You’re always so tight for me, dove.” The lewd words seep into your brain, electricity coursing through your veins.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers, sucking him in further. “Kei- I’m gonna,” your hips are bucking into his mouth, body undulating beneath him.

“Come for me, dove,” he purrs against your soft flesh returning to your throbbing pussy. The pressure in your belly builds with each swipe of his tongue, your hands tightening their grip in his hair, eliciting a groan from his sweet mouth. His pace picks up, the pressure he is applying has you screaming out his name, walls convulsing around him.

Hawks places delicate kisses onto the inside of your thighs, fingers tracing the skin of your shaking legs, your mind is swimming but you're brought back to your senses in moments. Sniffing the air you sit up on your elbows.

“Do you smell something?”

“Oh shit!” his hands immediately disconnect from your body, dashing out to the kitchen. Quickly grabbing your shorts, you follow after him, dipping your legs into the openings. Hawks is using the hat to waft the air over the pan in an attempt to lessen the smoke.

“Fuck!” He let out a frustrated growl moving the it onto another burner, trying to salvage the dish. “I can’t believe I forgot to set a timer,” he mumbles to himself, running a hand through his hair. You close the gap between the two of you,

“That kinda blows.” he huffs, a disappointed look seeping through his features.

“Is that Mole?” You take another sniff, looking onto the charred sauce in the pan. The sauce looked delicious and you dipped your fingers into it, wincing as the liquid burned the tip of your finger.

You still pull it into your mouth with a pop, holding back a grimace. You could tell even if it wasn’t burnt it would have tasted.. Unique to say the least. But he went through all this trouble for you?

“It was.” he chuckles, taking the pan and bringing it over to the sink to soak. He’d really gone all out today.

“I wanted today to be perfect.” His hands reach up to rub at his forehead.

“I guess for the longest time. I wasn’t really thinking about all of the things I wanted to experience with you. I get so caught up just being with you that sometimes I forget to show you how important you are to me.” Hawks looks down at his feet, a nervous smile taking over his features.

“But I am glad that I was able to take you out on your first date at least. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did kitten. I really wanted to make your favorite dish but uh…. We still have time to order some takeou-”

“Hey.” You cut him off, walking to the freezer.

“What are you doing?” he watches you rummage through the contents. You emerge with a box of dinosaur nuggets in hand, a smile spreading across your lips.

“You know. As much as I love Mole, I’ve been really craving chicken nuggets all day. How about we try to make it another time?” His brows furrow for a moment. Walking over to him you place a kiss onto his lips, pulling the hat from his hands and rearranging it back on top of his head.

“Next time, okay? Everything about today was perfect and the only way I can see the day ending is with a face full of nuggets, so get on it chef.” You hand him the box, landing a playful swat at his butt.

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#bnha spring time #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut #bnha smut #THIS EVENT WAS SO WHOLESOME AND LOVELY AND I AM SO GLAD I GOT TO MEET NEW FRIENDS THIS WAS AMAZING #LKSJFD

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seijorhi · 3 years

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asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

#ask #anon #rhi answers #ohh so many asks #i love you guys <33 #fic q's

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batarella · 4 years

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I Don’t Hate You - Part 7 (Jason Todd x Reader)

comment down below if you recognize who Penny is inspired by! also, I’ll let you guys surprise yourselves with this ending

WORDS: 6844 WARNINGS: parents fighting in the background, a lil bit of angst and A WHOLE LOT OF FLUFF

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I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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You never actually noticed how much his jaw clenched when he ate. When he chewed, his mouth stiffens, especially when he ate something on the meatier side. It made his jaw look even sharper than it already does. He’s not the one to talk, either. Even with his friends around him in the table, Jason just kept his attention to his food and picked on it with his fork in the middle of chewing. His head was down, and he’ll either watch how everyone was going around him, respond when people talk to him, and sometimes, pull out a book and just read.

He looked so damn cute when he’d balance a book on one hand and eat with the other.

Barely anything happened the past two weeks, and you only had one week left of your detention sentence. You once dreamed of this day, when it all ends and all the shelving and recording and fucking hand writing comes to a finish, and you can go back to being the same, carefree old you when you did the absolute bare minimum of your studies instead of writing a damn lit paper all night just to impress someone whose opinion never even mattered until just a few weeks ago. The you before Jason.

It didn’t feel like the you that you wanted to go back to anymore.

If anything, shelving books didn’t seem like much of a chore much, especially when you were riding the cart and Jason was pushing behind you. When you’re busy with your own books and he’d come along and say you were doing it all wrong, when a shelf was too high and he’d help you reach it. When books fell to your face and his laughter would fill the empty aisles.

And the hand writing? Barely even a bother when he was sitting right across from you, smiling every so often when he’d catch your eye and hand you a cup of coffee he got for you.

Fuck, even mopping gym floors and being stuck in a library starving overnight became one of those memories you most often loved to relive before you’d drift off to sleep.

Yeah. You used to dream of this to end.

Now it was ending way too fast.

The week after this, you’d no longer have an excuse to see him everyday, or go up to him so suddenly and not look like a desperate fool. Perhaps the first few weeks, he’d say hi to you at the halls or smile at you from across the room. But it would probably end at that. Eventually he’ll find some other fun thing to do or new people to hang out with and you’ll end up being nothing but a detention story he’d sometimes tell his friends.

The distance will come eventually, and you’re stuck being the same old you. The you before Jason.

That’s the only thing you’ve thought about since you woke up in the morning. You haven’t made anyone cry today, or did anything that was borderline illegal.

It was lunchtime, and you haven’t said a word to anyone. You haven’t taken a bite out of your lunch, only fiddling with it with your fork for the past several minutes.

“Y/N. You’re staring at him, again.”

You bit your lips and darted your eyes over to your food. “No, I’m not.”

Penny was across from you, eating a sandwich. Her bright little sundress contrasted immensely from the waterfall of black you had on your whole body. She was looking directly at you, and could see exactly what you were looking at. She continued eating as she talked. “Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m NOT.”

Stabbing your food with your fork, you ate it whole and gritted your teeth as you forced yourself to swallow it despite the lack of appetite.

“You know, it’s okay to admit you-“

“That I what?!”

Penny flattened her lips. “That you like him.”

“I don’t,” you said. “What makes you think I do?”

“Well, I see you two together a lot. You’ve never actually been that way with a guy before.”

“I’m forced to be with him, Penny.”

“I don’t think you were forced to hang out with him at the football bleachers-“

“YOU SAW THAT?”

Penny shivered. “No!” Her high-pitched voice prolonged. “…but everybody else did.”

You slammed your fork into your mashed potato and brought your elbows to the table so you could bury your face into your hands. “I swear. One of these days I’m gonna massacre the entire fucking football team.”

“Everyone thinks you're dating-“

“WE ARE NOT DATING.”

“Okay! You're not!”

Your cheeks were burning up, and it you had on a hoodie, you’d pull it over your head. You continued to pick on your food like it was supposed to be all mushy and shoved it into your mouth in a big scoop.

Cocking your jaw to the side, you coughed, then your voice was unusually low. “Did we look like a couple or-“

“HA!” Penny pointed her fork at you. “You do like him!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Penny’s smile was bigger than it usually was and it was obvious she enjoyed watching you squirm like this, or maybe she was just happy there was someone in your life you didn’t want to stab with a knife. “I think he’s cute, too.”

“Stop looking at him!” Your grip on the fork was about to break it between your fingers. “PENNY.”

“I think you’d look great together, and he’s happier when he’s with you, too.”

Your eyes on your now messed up tray of food, you made a circle with the tip of your fork and eyed it carefully like it was about to move.

“Really?”

Penny’s giggles from being so giddy and happy for you didn’t even stop at your deathly glare on her. She brought her hands to her chest and smiled at you, looking like she was about to break into a song like a fucking cartoon princess. “Ooooooh, you got it bad, Y/N.”

“Penny, I will pop your head like a zit if you don’t stop right now.”

“Why don’t you make the first move? I’m sure he’s just scared to do it himself, Y/N.”

“I am not about to ask a guy out.”

“Well, since you’re so bossy, I thought you’d end up being the one to go for a guy-“

“DON’T SAY I’M BOSSY!” you screamed.

“Okay! Okay!” She looked down at her carrots and peas. “But you are though.”

You glared at her.

“A little bit.” Penny took a bite out of her vegetables. “As I said, he might just be scared to ask you out.”

You momentarily glanced at Jason. He was done with his food and was now fully invested in his book.

“Not with him.”

Penny stopped smiling just when she saw the sad, longing look on your face. No, this wasn’t just a crush on someone that’s all happiness and smiles and something so easily will go away. It wasn’t that at all.

“I’ve never actually thought of making a move on anything. I just thought this will all blow over next week when I don’t have to do all that library work anymore.”

“It doesn’t have to!” She leaned over to you. “I can teach you if you like!”

“Penny, I know how to talk to guys if I wanted to-“

“Why don’t you do something nice for him? Start with something small. What’s his favorite snack?”

You continued licking your lips and glowering at either Penny at the food, but you then thought.

“He eats fast food a lot.”

“Okay. Why don’t you get him a can of his favorite soda before you head to the library this afternoon?”

You weren’t glaring anymore, but you still kept your head down and kept yourself from glancing at Jason yet again before it’s even more embarrassing than it already is.

That wasn’t too bad an idea. Especially since he brings you coffee almost everyday. It wouldn’t creep him out too much if you did the same.

“Fine.”

“Yaaaaaay! Y/N’s in lo-“

“NO!”

Penny stopped with her poking and went back to finishing her food. “Bossy…”

You rolled your eyes.

An hour of class felt way too long with you fidgeting and squirming in your seat so uncomfortably. The vending machine was right outside, and you prayed they had Dr Pepper or at least a can of coke. Would he like that? He’d probably like that. You shouldn’t be so nervous, yet you kept glancing at the clock, both at the wall and the one on your phone, waiting for the bell to ring so you could get this fucking thing over with.

So you went over the possibilities.

Jason would look at you all surprised, but in a good way, then he’ll give you your daily cup of coffee and you’ll sit together at the table doing whatever it was Ms. P wanted you to do that day and thank you for the can. He’d smile brighter at you and before you’d leave, he’ll pull you into a hug and then you’d go home all happy and text him all night. And the next day you’d do it again until you’ll both realize you’ve been bringing each other drinks when you could just buy each one for your own. Then you’ll realize what was going on and… you didn’t know what happens after that.

Jason would slowly back away, telling you he never actually liked that kind of soda and you’ll end up throwing it into the trash. He’d excuse himself and arrange books that never needed to be rearranged and avoid you for the rest of the day, possibly for the rest of the week, then you’d wallow in your own loneliness and do the work all by yourself, walk all the way home again and delete his number before you’d be tempted to text him first, only for him to not text you at all and you’ll go to sleep knowing you ruined the only thing that was good in your life.

Yeah. You were fucking terrified.

The bell rang and it almost made you jump out of your seat. Grabbing your bag too fast, you sped past the people around you all the way over to the vending machine. A guy, not seeing you were on the way, cut in front of you just as you were about to pull out your wallet, so you violently pushed him away. You were so fucking nervous.

He didn’t argue and instead, waited for his turn behind you. You were shaking while you grabbed the dollar bill, biting your lips until they were most probably chapped and bleeding. You didn’t taste blood yet, which was good. You fiddled with the machine until a can of coke dropped and you took it out.

Okay. Calm down. Almost there.

The walk to the library was most nerve wrecking. The cold of the can seemed to mellow it down when it came in contact with your sweating palms, but your chest was heaving and you swore you’ve never been so anxious in your life. Jason could just take it and thank you and it would all be over for all you care. You just didn’t want him to be driven away.

You were overthinking everything. You just knew it. Before you walked into the library, you closed your eyes and told yourself it would all go smoothly and wouldn’t even be a big deal at all. Just a friend giving another friend a can of soda. It doesn’t even have to mean anything.

Just two friends.

Gulping down your throat, you went into the library.

Jason was the first one you saw, and the light was shining against him from outside the window. He was putting a few books onto the first shelf away from the desk. You would’ve walked towards him if you didn’t see what was behind.

The same two girls from weeks ago. The ones who often came to the library to talk to him about anything and laugh at his God-awful jokes. The ones you’ve screamed at repeatedly, yet were never actually scared enough of you to not come back. The ones with their shirts pulled down way too low and their pretty eyes batting more often than they should.

Jay was smiling back at them and looked like he was actually having a good time. He didn’t look like he needed a can of soda. And he didn’t have a cup of coffee with him, either.

You closed your eyes, then took your last breath before you closed back the door and walked out to the school’s exit.

A fool. A fucking fool. That’s what you are.

A girl came up to you handing you a flyer. “COME VOLUNTEER FOR THE WINTER WONDERLAND BALL COMMITTEE-“

You grabbed the piece of paper, violently crumpled it in your hands, then stuffed it into the girl’s shirt before storming out the door. “JUST MEET US AT THE STUDENT COUNCIL’S OFFICE IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!” she continued to cry out at you, but you were gone out of the building.

Stupid. So fucking stupid. To even think you had something going on.

Jason liked being with those girls. You just knew he did. They wouldn’t have gone away if you hadn’t stepped in most of the time and driven them out. You always thought it was one sided. But perhaps, they kept coming back for a reason.

You kept walking. Out into the driveway. Nobody spared you a glance when you stomped out and fought to keep a blank expression on your face. Your chest was no longer heaving, no longer did your head feel like a hurricane was raging inside of it. You felt empty, alone, and most of all, disappointed.

You crossed the street without looking the other way, and a car almost drifted to the side, screeching as it almost hit you and stopped. A man poked his head out the window and yelled, “MOVE, BITCH!”

“MOVE YOUR CAR!!!!” your screamed with your shrill, shrieking voice that echoed out into the road, then you, without a moment of hesitation,

threw the can of coke throbbing in your hands right into the windshield and cracked the glass like you just shot a small bullet. The soda exploded upon impact and foamed up the entire front of the car.

The glass breaking was then followed by an ear-shattering car alarm. The car driver didn’t even go after you. He looked at you, visibly scared, then went out to check on his car. You later heard sobs. “THIS WAS A RENTAL.”

You kept moving. Out into the streets. Never mind how the voices that started to get so much louder against your ears that you felt like you were about to go deaf. You didn’t mind the sounds of cars you didn’t know, or anything else going around you in the busy Gotham streets.

You kept forward when someone almost ran you over with their bike, or when another car almost didn’t see you, or when a guy was in your way and didn’t have the time to walk to the side. You kept going, your head to the ground yet high enough for you to barely see where you were going.

Your feet picked up the pace, the more you felt the pain surge in, the image of him being so much happier without you, for you to think so high up in the clouds when you’ve never left the ground your whole life. For you to think it was okay to be vulnerable, to laugh with someone who you thought only laughed with you, too. For you to think this was how it was going to be for a long time. To think what you felt was actually true.

For you to think library work was more than just work, that a cup of coffee was more than just coffee, that books were more than books, that a mop was more than a fucking mop. For you to think he took you places, took you home, shielded you from being unhappier than you already were just because he wanted to.

For you to think you were an entirely different person after you’ve met Jason.

You were never, ever, going to let this happen again.

You reached home at record time. Fifteen minutes on foot. It was faster than you would have arrived on a bike. Coming home early had its consequences, you knew that. But anything was better than to make a complete fool out of yourself.

“Y/N?” your mother’s voice cried out from the kitchen. “Why are you home so early?”

You didn’t answer and shut the door behind you. Your father was on the couch. Your tall, stern, always furious father. He had his suit on since he just came from work. “Caused trouble again?”

You only gave him a side eye when you walked straight into your room with a large enough slam to shake the entire apartment building.

And when you’ve reached your room, your bed, your eventual loneliness, you gave yourself one last, painful pinch on the shoulder to stop yourself from crying. You’ve never cried over a guy before. You weren’t about to start now.

That’s all he is. A guy. Nothing more.

You slumped your bag to the floor and kicked your boots off, sitting on the edge of your bed and pulling out your phone.

Ten unread messages. From Jason.

Your thumb had unlocked your phone against your will and opened the texts even when you had no intention on reading them. Now it said you did, but you weren’t going to reply.

Jason: ‘Y/N? Where are you? I need you here to update the records. Also thought you should know the coffee machine’s broken again.’

Jason: ‘Y/N, Ms. P just gave me a whole shitload of books to shelf. Pls tell me you're coming. Can't do this by myself.’

Jason: ‘Is everything okay?’

Jason: ‘okay. I lied. There’s not much work to do. I’m just chilling on one of the couches at the library. One of them’s finally free to sit on and not flocked by ten people. You should come over’

Jason: ‘you coming?’

Jason: ‘☹’

Jason: ‘I saw you at lunch. You can't tell me you bailed your classes today.’

Jason: ‘I just walked around campus. You’re not here ☹.’

Jason: ‘Pls tell me you didn’t just storm out like you were about to run someone over with a bus, bc that’s what the security guards told me.’

Jason: ‘Is anything going on? Pls talk to me..’

Then he saw you read his texts, so he texted your name in all caps over and over and over again in three separate messages.

Jason: ‘I know you're reading this.’

Jason: ‘I definitely did something wrong.’

Jason: ‘Will you at least tell me? Pls?’

Jason: ‘You know I’m not gonna stop.’

You turned your phone off, placed it on silent before you’d hear any more of its constant beeping and stuffed your face into your pillow.

He’s just a guy. That’s all he will be. Enough with your daydreams and this never would’ve happened in the first place.

Then your phone started vibrating. The asshole was calling you now. You took your phone just to turn it off, again after a few seconds, then just before you were about to burst, you unlocked it. A high number of messages in just short of two hours.

Jason: ‘☹ I guess you’re not at school.’

Jason: ‘I hope you're okay. Ms. P’s kicking me out of the library. I’ll wait at the steps if you're still out here

Jason: ‘I have to head home now. Bruce is calling me. Pls call me if you need me to pick you up. Or just talk.’

Jason: ‘I’m not gonna stop calling.’

Jason: ‘pls answer.’

Your chest only continued to hurt and heave the more you read his messages. You were suddenly tired. So tired. Like the past nine weeks finally took its toll on you.

You laid down your bed and took a nap.

Several hours passed, then you woke up from when the first piece of glass was thrown across the other room and you could hear it break. You knew you caught that impulse to throw something breakable at the wall from one of your parents. Most probably your dad.

You felt like your bed was about to sink you into its mattress, like you were about to be gobbled up all the way to the core of the earth, where the heat wouldn’t bother you and the light wouldn’t reach you. You’d feel burning hot and at the same time freeze from the lack of sun. Your eyes felt heavy, and your limbs felt like they’ve fallen off your body and onto the floor.

10 pm at night. You didn’t even get to eat dinner.

You forced yourself to have another nap. Your overreaction from earlier today was going to bite you in the ass eventually, but you didn’t want to deal with it now. You just wanted to get the night over with and wake up and pretend nothing happened.

But other than the constant screaming, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating from the other end of the bed. It hadn’t stopped even as you’d slept.

Peering over the screen, you swallowed.

36 unread messages. 15 missed calls.

The absolute madlad.

You shivered at the sound of your father screaming, and you knew no matter how much you’d block it out, there was no way you’d fall asleep now.

Jason’s name appeared on your phone, calling for the sixteenth time.

You were upset, hungry, furious, disappointed, and you desperately needed someone. Needed him. No matter how much it hurt, you let yourself admit that at this time, you just needed him.

So you accepted the call and brought the phone up to your ear.

“Jay.” You said. It wasn’t a question or a greeting. Much more like you acknowledged being in a phone call with him instead of him possibly thinking you pressed the green button on accident.

At first, you heard a gasp, like he didn’t believe you eventually answered, but then he followed with his voice. A voice you just wanted to hear above anything else.

“Please tell me everything’s alright. I’ve been worried sick-“

“I’m okay. Stop it. I went home.”

A deep sigh, collecting his thoughts and his breath. You just brought your knees up to your chest and forced yourself to see through the dim light.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You breathed. “No…”

Not because what he did didn’t bother you. But because you had no right to be bothered by it at all.

“I swear to God, if you’re playing-“

“I’m not playing, Jason.”

You heard him swallow. “Sorry. I panicked. I thought something happen-“

“Just forget it, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow…”

Another plate breaking. You flinched and curled up tighter into your bed.

“Is everything okay there?”

You didn’t want to answer. You didn’t want to open up about anything more that’ll cause more eventual pain and expectations that’ll never be met. But it was stupid for you to think Jason didn’t already know enough about you to begin with.

He didn’t wait for you to answer.

“Y/N. Can you go out the fire exit from your room?”

You looked out the window three stories above ground. “Yeah.”

“Give me twenty minutes. I’ll be right there okay? I’m picking you up.”

You didn’t say no. You didn’t want to say no. Jason hung up before you could say anything more to protest.

-----

He had no idea what to expect.

But one thing was for sure, you needed to get out of there. Jason, in the middle of patrol, stopped everything he was doing and told Bruce he needed to cram for an assignment he totally forgot about, and that he had to go meet up with a friend to do it. Only an idiot would buy his excuse, and Bruce Wayne was definitely not an idiot. But he refrained from prying and just told him to get home before sunrise.

What he didn’t know was that Jason took one of Bruce’s cars out instead of his own bike. Riding around the city on a motorcycle wouldn’t cut it. You needed to get out of there, and you needed to be distracted.

So he drove all the way over to your apartment. You were there, sitting on the steps outside your door. Maybe you didn’t need to get out through the fire exit. Maybe your parents didn’t care enough to stop you.

Jason parked the car and walked out towards you. You wore a leather jacket over the sweater you wore earlier today, keeping your hands into your pockets and your head so craned down he would’ve easily missed you.

But you looked up and saw him. It was the first step to making everything seem just a bit brighter. He stopped and you stood up, looking straight at him like he was that very light.

“Come on,” he opened the door to the passenger seat and you stepped inside.

When he got inside the car, you had your eyes on the windshield, out onto the empty streets and the light refracting off the glass from the lamp posts.

You looked vulnerable.

And if there was anything you swore you’d never do, it was to never be vulnerable to anyone and everyone.

“Where are we going?” you said. And your voice had never been lower.

“Out of here. You hungry?”

You nodded.

“Let’s get a drive thru. I know a 24 hour one but it’s thirty minutes away.”

“Fine.”

He started to move the car, and with the dead, awkward silence, he couldn’t bring himself to turn on the radio.

“Whatever happened, you know I’m here for you…”

“I said I’m fine.”

You were about to leave downtown and it had never been so quiet outside. You bit on your upper lip.

“Hey.” You turned your head to him and he cracked a smile. “Don’t bail on me again. I’ve never been so bored in my life. Library’s not as fun without you in it.”

Jason could feel your eyes on him as he turned over to the corner. There was absolutely no traffic. He still had no idea what happened, but as long as you were here, as long as you were okay, prying wouldn’t do him any good.

And when he noticed you curve the corner of your mouth up, he couldn’t help but grab your hand and squeeze it. “Thanks,” you said.

Your hand was so warm.

He let go just as he had to turn to a corner. He didn’t want to, though. He wanted to hold your hand all throughout the night.

“How did Ms. P take it?”

“Oh, she wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. Kids were making out at the Boner Aisle again. I think I scared them enough.”

You finally managed a laugh. “That would’ve been fun to see.”

“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to you. “Sorry for calling so much. I really fucking panicked.”

“No I-“ your teeth hid your lips. “Just forget about it.”

Thirty minutes wasn’t much of a drive. You found a burger place that was still open and Jason ordered two burgers, two milkshakes, and a bucket of fries. You were starving by now. Grabbing the bags from out the window, he set them aside.

“Where are we headed to now?”

“There’s a playground nearby. Should be fun to check out.”

“Dork.”

He laughed.

The place wasn’t too far away, and even when it was dark, there were still enough lamp posts to light up the roads. The playground was small, only having a castle-like tower that led down to a slide, a pair of swings, a seesaw, a sandbox, and a picnic table. He parked the car and you both walked out, you holding the bag of fast food, slightly shivering from the cold.

Jason walked up the slide and slid down like he wasn’t as tall as the slide itself. You stood in front of him, watching him like he was an idiot, but a pinch to your shoulder and you were cracking up the biggest smile for the night.

“Here,” you pulled out his burger and shake. Moving over to the table, you both sat beside each other and watched as a car passed by the empty streets every five minutes.

You took a bite out of the burger. “Thanks for this.”

“No problem.” He sipped on his shake.

A greasy burger suddenly became one of the best meals of his life. You picked out the fries, then drank your shake.

“You look starving.”

“Shut up,” you said, taking another bite out of your burger and almost finishing half the whole thing. “I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.”

“I should’ve ordered another one.”

You both ate in the most comfortable silence. Your shoulder was touching his, and even with more space by his side, he didn’t move. It might have just been the cold. You were warm against him.

After your meals, you threw the wrappers away, walking over to sit on the two swings. “Wanna play?” he said.

“What?”

“Truth or dare.”

“You are a manchild, Todd.”

“Come on,” he grinned at you, and he caught you glancing at his mouth. “Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “Truth.”

“What’s the most illegal thing you’ve ever done?”

You tilted your head to the side, cocking your jaw. “You do not want to ask that.”

“I am,” he swayed on the swing. “Tell me.”

You licked your lips. “Alright. Once I got so mad at that my mom left me at the mall, that I went over to a hardware store, stole a hammer, then broke a store window.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I was eight.” You shrugged. “Your turn.”

“Truth.”

“What are you afraid of?”

Jason looked up at the sky, studying the lack of stars and into the empty darkness. “Good question.”

He was afraid of a lot of things, but it doesn’t mean he’d never faced them. In fact, he faced his fears every day. Every single day. Going out on patrol, be someone he wasn’t born to be. His life was terrifying. Even for him.

“Death,” he gulped. “Even with the world being shit, I don’t wanna leave it behind. I’m afraid of what happens to me when I’m gone.”

He looked at you and your face was soft, slightly frozen from the bittering cold. You licked your lips again. “I think I’m afraid of the same thing.”

He sighed. “Your turn.”

“Dare.”

“Eat a whole packet of ketchup.”

You looked like you were about to murder him. “Todd-“

“You said dare!”

He had a packet in his hands, and he held it out for you to take. Looking at him, shaking your head, you snatched it from his fingers and tore it off with your teeth. “Fine. Watch me.”

In one big gulp, you squeezed out the entire packet of ketchup right into your mouth and swallowed it before it settles too much into your tongue. Jason busted out in laughter when he saw your face flinch.

“N-not-“ you gagged. “Funny.”

“You are a menace,” he kept laughing until he felt out of the swing and his ass was on the ground. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you have your sick revenge. Dare.”

“You wanna do this, Todd?”

“I fucking dare you.”

You were grinning so widely, he didn’t want to look away.

“Text your dad that you peed your pants.”

He backed away from you on the ground. “Slow down, Satan.”

Jumping from your seat at the swing and taking his phone from his jacket, you smirked. “Do it. Or I will.”

“Give me that.”

Reluctantly, he took the phone from your hands and took a deep, long breath. “Come on, Todd.”

“Shut up.” He looked at you the entire time his thumbs pressed on the keyboard, biting his own teeth to keep from laughing so hard. You were falling to the ground by now, clutching your stomach by the time he hit send.

“I hate you.”

You kept laughing, staring at the sky. The grass was cold, and the dew had seeped into your clothes and his. He didn’t mind. He brought his knees to his chest and rocked back and forth. “Your turn.”

“Truth,” you said, looking up at him with you laying on the ground. Your hair was all spread out on the grass and your face glimmering against the dim light.

“What do you hate?”

“Uh,” you thought for a minute. “Old pencils. Headaches. The color yellow. Rainbows. Flowers. Sand when it sticks to your skin. The word moist. Ducks. Man, I hate ducks. Fake leather. Sweating. Toothaches. Trips to the doctor. Babies-“

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jason interrupted, laughing. All he wanted to do was ruffle your hair and make your scrunched-up face soften. You were adorable. “My turn. Truth.”

“Tell me about someone you're jealous of.”

“Shit, woman.” He shifted his knees. You still kept your head up to the sky. You looked more peaceful now.

“Okay, I’m not exactly jealous of him. But my adopted brother, Dick, he’s someone I’d like to be but never could be.”

You turned to him with you eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Well. He seems more… at peace, I guess. I’m the brother who gets into trouble a lot. There’s a lot of things he’s achieved that I don’t think I ever could.”

Your eyes kept to him. Jason didn’t want you to say anything back.

“I don’t see that…”

“Well,” he inched nearer to you, and you smiled. He picked a piece of grass from your ear and you playfully scoffed, scrunching your nose. “Bruce thinks so.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t.”

He shook his head. “Thanks.”

You smiled again. Your skin looked so soft, your hair a mess on the ground. He just wanted to lean in and-

“Truth,” you said.

“Ever been in love?”

You squinted at him. He looked serious. Dead serious. But you swallowed when you looked like you finally had an answer and you shifted on the ground, obviously uncomfortable.

“Okay. Don’t answer that.”

You laughed. “Give me another dare.”

I dare you to kiss me.

“You are so gonna regret this,” he said, pulling out a blade of grass from the ground. “Eat this.”

“Todd, if I get diarrhea from all the shit you’ve made me eat today-”

“It’s basically a vegetable.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

You forcefully snatched the piece of grass from him and eyed him like it was the last day of his life. “Mention this to anyone and you're dead.”

“Swear.”

Breathing out, you put the tiny blade into your tongue, before spitting it out when it sank into your gums. Jason fell to the ground and laughed so hard, his stomach hurt from the clenching. “YOU ACTUALLY FUCKIN DID IT- FUCK.”

You were really fucking heavy when you suddenly slammed onto his body with your back and pressed against him so he was flat on the ground. “SHUT UP.”

He couldn’t laugh as much with you laying on top of him, your head on the ground and your torse perpendicular to his own. His abs were pressing against your back. Smiling, he stayed still, hoping you wouldn’t move.

“Last round.”

“Truth.”

You kept your eyes on the sky. “What’s the last porn video you’ve seen?”

“You. Mother. Fucker.”

You held back your laughter. “You gotta tell me, Todd. Is it kinkier than it should be?”

“No.”

You turned your head to him. “Answer it, asshole.”

“A bit of handcuffs might have been involved-“

“JEEZ, YOU’RE ACTUALLY-“

“And maybe a whip-“

“TODD, STOP.”

You were pushing your body hard against him so much that it tickled. He flinched, pushing you further up so your faces were closer together. “AND SOME ROPE.”

“You are DISGUSTING.”

“YOU ASKED THAT QUESTION, YOU PERVERT.”

“I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D ANSWER IT.”

With his dirt-covered palm, he placed it right onto your face and you pushed him away. Sitting up, your hand was crossed over his stomach, and his eyes watched every inch of you. Your hair that fell to his chest. Your eyes. Your lips.

“I have one more dare for you.”

He sat up, and with your arm still over him, you didn’t even move when he neared his face to yours. “What?” you whispered.

“Sing for me.”

Slowly, with your eyes closing and your hand slowly withdrawing from the ground, placing it on your lap, you took a long, deep breath.

Then you looked at him, smiling so slightly, it drove him nuts.

“What am I supposed to sing?”

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. You were actually gonna do it.

Fucking hell, he didn’t prepare for this.

Well, actually, he did.

“I have an instrumental here downloaded just for this very moment.”

“You. Dork.”

Still sitting so close to him, leaning against his leg when he crouched over to pick up his phone. Bruce didn’t answer his text, thank fuck. But he went over to his saved music and played it.

“Go,” he said. His voice was way to high and excited. “Please.”

You bit on both your lips, sighing as you gave in. The piano started to play, and you closed your eyes, feeling the music.

“There is no upper hand

I'm giving you mine

It doesn't have to end up wasting your time

There's things that I could say

But hear it my way

I want to let you know that it's all okay”

Then you stopped, opened your eyes, then turned your head to him, standing so close he could feel your breath.

Fuck.

Fucking finally.

Just as Jason remembered it. Just as he’d so often dream about. Just as how he spent so many nights, constantly trying to recall how you sounded like and how you’d breath the ends of the notes and how-

How perfect you are.

It was better than when he caught you singing in the library, or when he’d hear you humming while you worked, or when you were singing your heart out in the music room. It was so much better, because this one was for him.

Only for him.

Jason looked like he was about to fucking cry. His chest was pushed out, and he was constantly biting his lips. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything except to breathe as slowly as he could, catch up with the rest of his senses and look at you without it being so much of a blur.

Everything around him just stopped. The cold. The air. The distant sounds.

You placed your hand on your sides, slightly touching his fingers, then you turned your body to him. You were so close to his face, so close he could only look at your lips. The song had changed. One from Kodaline. It just brought the moment all together like the heavens did it on purpose.

You glanced at his lips, too. You’ve never looked so beautiful. The air was nipping cold and the wind was ever so slightly pushing your hair to dance.

Your face. Your perfect voice. Your perfect everything.

Jason leaned in, held your cheek, set aside every arguing thought to the back of his fucking mind,

And kissed you.

All I want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

Jason kissed you. He kissed you. And you kissed him back like your lips have never been against something so perfectly made for them. Like there was never anything so warm to keep him from the cold or anything to keep him safe. He felt you shift, your legs now folded towards him, so he trailed his hand down your shoulders, your arms, your leg.

But If you loved me

Why did you leave me

Take my body

All I want is

All I need is

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

Your hands were around him. And fuck, he couldn’t fight it. Not anymore. He sat up and moved you underneath him, never breaking away from the warmth of your lips.

Ooh oh

Your back was against the ground. Your arms around his neck, his weight on you, your tongue seeping out your lips, only for him to bite onto them so subtly that you winced before kissing him again.

The cold of the grass underneath. The wind. The lights of cars passing by. The music.

The sky above.

The world around.

Jason.

You.

All I want is

All I need is

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

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I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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totally not fucking crying

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haosvteen · 4 years

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Are You Bored Yet? | choi seungcheol

a/n: here’s just a super short, cute lil cheollie imagine :] i hope you enjoy it! let me know your thoughts, if you’d like!! <3 also, i haven’t proof read yet, so i apologize if there are any errors!

college!seungcheol x reader

~ - fluff

word count: 1.2k

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You check your phone for at least the 80th time in the past ten minutes. You just cannot seem to focus on your assignment that’s due in the morning. Why you waited to do one of the biggest projects of the year in five hours is a mystery to you. Running your hands through your hair and taking a sip of the coffee that’s been your companion since 11:00 pm, you place your fingers on the keyboard with the intention of writing as much as you can in a span of five minutes. You have to work in little bursts, that’s the only way you’ll get the project done at this point.

You’re almost finished with another body paragraph when your phone begins ringing, disturbing the silence and causing you to jump in your place on the couch. Looking down, you see that it’s one of your closest friends.

“Hey, Seungcheol, what’s up? Why are you up at 3:00 am?”, you ask through the phone after swiping the green ‘answer’ button over on your screen.

“I’m working on this dumb project just like I’m guessing you are,” he retorts. It sounds like he’s laying upside down on his bed or something because his voice sounds a little distorted.

“Wow, I’m glad to know there’s another person who procrastinates just as badly as me,” you laugh out while scrolling through the 43 page document you have yet to complete.

You hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone, “Hey, would you want to maybe stay up together and finish these projects? Either you can come over to mine or I can come to yours?” he suggests.

For some reason you get butterflies in your stomach, anxiety slowly rising, “Oh! Yeah, sure, you can come over here if you want!”

“Sweet, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes! I’ll pick us up some coffees on the way, too,” he cheerily responds as you hear him loading things into his backpack and zipping it up.

“Sounds good! I take mine with-”

“Three creams and two sugars. Don’t worry, I remember,” Seungcheol says, you can basically hear the cheeky smile plastered on his face. “I’ll be there in a few!”

Once the call is hung up, you immediately spring up from your place on the couch and begin frantically cleaning your apartment. There are dishes in the sink that still need cleaned, papers and shoes strung everywhere. It’s not that you’re unclean, you just are way too busy to keep tidy every day. Maybe you also changed into an outfit better looking than the baggy sweatpants and tshirt you had on...not for Seungcheol of course. Just because you...felt like it.

As you were drying the final dish from your sink, there was a rap on the door. You quickly make your way over and look out the peephole to check that it’s who you are expecting. You notice that Seungcheol is wearing a red hoodie with his glasses on (which he rarely wears to class) and his hair is quite disheveled as well.

You try to subdue your smile and twist the lock, swinging the door open. “Hiii,” he says, outstretching his hand with a coffee cup in it, a big smile plastered on his face.

“You are literally a life saver,” you exasperatedly respond, grabbing the cup from his hand and welcoming him in. He makes his way over to the couch and set his bag down at the opposite end of you.

“How much do I owe you?” you ask, lifting up the coffee cup slightly as you join him.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Your company is enough,” he casually says while pulling his laptop out of this bag. A blush creeps up on your face. It’s not that you like Seungcheol, but maybe you have a crush on him? Maybe? ...Probably.

At first, you two tried you very best to focus on the project. You discussed what each of your topics were and how you were approaching them. But somewhere along the lines you got to talking about your favorite tv shows & holidays and everything else went out the window.

It was now 5:00 am and you two had Christmas music on, playing at full volume in your kitchen while making cookies. Thankfully you happened to have all of the ingredients to make his favorite. Of course, you definitely should be working on your projects, but that’s just a grade. This is a memory you’ll keep forever.

You ended up with flour all over your face (courtesy of the hijinks of one mister Choi Seungcheol), so you smeared the melted chocolate in his hair. By the end of the little food fight, you both ended up within inches of each other, a giggling mess.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes coated in flour, your eyes flick down to his lips. The room grows noticeably quieter, the only noise heard is the fading jingle-jangle of a Christmas tune. Clearing your throat, you say, “We uh...we should probably get back to the projects…”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he responds, looking down at you fondly.

After getting cleaned up, you work on your projects in silence for about an hour, only speaking when asking each other questions about the project. At 6:30 am, Suengcheol’s phone starts ringing loudly, startling both of you which causes slap happy giggles to come from both of you as you make fun of the other’s shocked face.

“Must be my alarm for my eight a.m.” he says, while closing his laptop and packing his things up.

“You’re actually going to it?? After staying up all night? PLus with chocolate in your hair,” you tease him.

“That’s why I’m going back to take a shower and then power through this class,” he responds, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

Standing up, you walk him over to the door, “Thanks for the coffee…and company,” you smile while leaning against the doorframe, completely exhausted.

“Of course, anytime,” Seungcheol says. “Now please go get some sleep, I can tell you are so exhausted.”

You let out a breathy laugh and nod as he makes his way down the steps of your apartment, “See ya!” he calls out.

“Bye!” you chime as you close the door behind you. Pressing your back against it, you’ve decided: you definitely have more than just little crush on Seungcheol.

As you are wrapped in reliving your memories of the past hour, you are startled by another sharp knock at your door. Turning around to open it, you see Seungcheol.

“Hey, did you forget-” you begin.

“Could I kiss you?”, he asks, eyes wide, full of hope. All you can think to do is nod your head yes because you are too shocked to even think of words. Seungcheol quickly leans his head in and gives you a quick and soft peck on the lips. He pulls away, blush evident on his face as he stumbles his way back down the stairs.

“Okay, bye for real this time! And thanks for letting me kiss you, I hope to do it again sometime when I’m not rushed!” she shouts up the staircase.

“Me too,” you quietly say to yourself, waiting in excitement for the next time you see him.

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camodielsart · 3 years

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Mike Trying to be a Good Dad (short story for St. Michael’s Son)

ok so since ppl do like my St. Michael’s Son fanfic, I decided to do a little one-off side fic while i still write chapter 6. also seeing fanworks of this has kinda given me inspiration so i just had to

michael and lil lucifer au belongs to brightgoat

vazar belongs to me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael usually never took breaks; in fact, he wasn’t allowed to take breaks. Demons don’t quit wreaking havoc on humanity; therefore, he should not. Recently, however, things were changing. He knew his son, Vazar, had been sneaking out to explore the woods. He had even caught him a few times but never wanted to let the child know. Although this frequently gave him stress, he trusted the kid not to be seen and noticed how careful the boy was when out. Now that he thought of it, his son must be bored at home. He has a dog, but even when Michael was a child, he would like to spend time with his siblings. He thought for a little while; he had finished his current mission. He could go back up and get his next but… no one would know, and he did have his angels do the same tasks as he so… maybe once wouldn’t be too bad.

“Ok, Roch, Dad is out of sight, we can go and see if there are any cool trails to explore!” The little pup barked in agreement as Vazar took him in his arms and made his way towards the empty fireplace.

Click.

Vazar froze, was that the door? He slowly looked behind him as the door creaked open, revealing… “Dad?! W-why are you back so soon?” The small half-blood was a bit shaken from almost being caught sneaking out.

“Well,” Michael began, closing the door behind him, “I had gotten work done a lot quicker than anticipated, so I decided to… spend some time with my son.”

A big smile spread across Vazar’s face, “Really?” His tail was wagging back and forth.

“Yes,” Michael crouched down so he could be on the same level as his son, “I thought you and I could play a game I used to play when I was your age.” His son looked at him in curiosity. “It’s called ‘Hide n Seek.”

“‘Hide n Seek?’ How do you play?” Vazar titled his head.

“One person closes their eyes and counts to ten while the other players go and hide. Once the Seek finishes counting, they have to go out to find the others,” the angel explained, “What do you say? Sound fun?”

“Yeah! Yeah!!” the little half-blood was hopping in excitement. For once his dad wanted to play with him!

Seeing his son so happy gave him warmth in his normally cold heart, “Alright, let’s go outside then. There are more hiding places there than in here.”

“Really? Outside? Yay!!” Vazar cheered, “Can Roch play, too?”

“Of course,” Michael would always give dogs a place in games, no matter what!

He guided his son and his pup out the cabin, “Alright, I’ll count, and you two go and hide,” Michael said before covering his eyes and began to count, “One… Two… Three…”

Vazar giggled as he trotted towards the brush, Roch in tow. Softly to the pup, “You think he’ll find us in here?” Roch titled his head. “Nah you’re right, too obvious,” Vazar looked around. He could hear his dad get closer to the magic number.

“Five… six… seven…”

Vazar looked around faster, “We have to find a spot fast!” Then he looked up, “There!” He picked up the pupper and quickly climbed up the tree, hiding behind its leaves and branches, “This is perfect, Dad doesn’t know I can climb,” the mixed-blood whispered. Roch looked at him with his tail wagging.

“Eight… Niiiine…” Michael took a long pause before, “Ten! Ready or not, here I come!” He uncovered his eyes and began looking around for the two youngsters. “Oh, where, oh, where could they be? Maybe behind the bushes?” the angel moved the foliage aside, revealing nothing, “Nope, not there. Maybe behind… the tree!” He swung around the tree, again revealing nothing, “My you are very good at hiding, huh?”

Vazar tried his hardest not to giggle and give away his spot. He felt so proud that his dad couldn’t find him. He felt like he could be as stealthy as his warrior father! Roch was still in his arms, wagging his tail and let out a happy bark. “Shh! We’re hiding! We can’t give away our spot, or Dad will win.”

“Was that a dog I hear?” Michael looked up to where the woof came from. A particular brown tail was draped over a branch, almost blending in. He acted as if he didn’t notice the tail and slowly made his way to a nearby tree, “Now where did that little bark come from?”

Vazar let out a sigh in relief, “That was close, Roch. You hafta stay quiet or-”

“I may find you,” Michael had climbed up just to the base of a thick branch.

“Aaah!!” The small kid and dog yelped, jolting from the sudden chime in.

“Aw sorry there, Vazar, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He lifted himself so he could sit next to his son.

“Aw, you found us! I thought you wouldn’t think to look up here.”

“Well, I knew you were able to climb,” said Michael.

“You did!?” Vazar was surprised, “How?”

“You once gave me a heart attack when I could find you and then looked up, seeing you had climbed your way up on the ceiling beams,” looking back at the memory, the angel had not anticipated how crafty his son would turn out to be.

“Really?” Vazar smiled, letting out a giggle, “I was always up to something.”

“Yeah…” Michael started reliving all the times he had to find the reasons why he was gone for various meetings and missions, “You kept me busy the first few years… Anyway, it’s getting a bit late. How about we go back inside and… I can read you that book you like so much?”

“Peter Rabbit!” Vazar climbed down the tree with Roch, scampering happily towards the cabin, “Come on, Dad!” Michael let a small smile invade his lips. He wished he could always be like this, but in reality, it was too dangerous to do it once. He didn’t want to trail in this line of thought for much longer. His son wanted a storytime, and so the angel got down from the tree and made his way to the small home.

#fanfic #st. michael's son #is this the equivalent to an ova?#vazar

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latraviesascott · 3 years

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What kind of dreams (or nightmares) do you think the Avatar characters have? Obviously Aang's got some wild ones and Sokka dreams about food eating people xD but what do you think The rest of the gaang and the Fire Nation kids dream about?

Okay so this is just my opinion but, even if Aang's dreams and nightmares in Season 3 were funny, they all came from the fear of failing that Aang had. So if the dreams/nightmares are influenced by the character's feelings/ insecurities then this is what i imagine each of them would dream about:

Katara- even though the fandom jokes about it a lot, she does mention/talk a lot about her mom in the series, and that is completely understandable considering the fact that she's dealing with that trauma since she was a kid. The North and South comics begin with Katara dreaming of her mom back in the SWT, and the dream was both happy and sad for her. She even woke up feeling nostalgic. Therefore i feel like Katara's more significant dreams consist of memories of her mom , and the good times she had in the water tribe before the Fire Nation altered that forever. Her nightmares could be heavily influenced by the amount of stress she has with being the "mom" of the group. She truly does act motherly with her friends, but it's all because she cares and she's has been doing so with Sokka since she was a kid. The idea of not being able to protect them probably haunts her dreams..

Sokka- i sometimes feel so bad for Sokka. Many people often overlook the fact that he was also a child personally affected by the war. In Season 1 we see that he feels this big responsibility to protect his tribe. After all, he is the oldest "man" left. That's a huge responsibility! He also has this need to prove himself as a warrior to Hakoda. Not only that, in the episode "Sokka's Master" we see that he also has this issue with being a non-bender in a group of powerful benders. This doesn't come from him being selfish, but he feels bad when he sees that he can't help people as much as the rest of the gaang does. So if you add that to his usual easy going, fun personality his dreams could honestly range from silly things like him being eaten by food, and him being awesome with Suki, to more serious nightmares that involve him not being/doing enough to protect those that depend on him.

Toph- out of all of the Ember Island players i feel like Toph's representation is most accurate 😭 that kid is tough as nails. The many statues she makes of herself in both Imbalance and later on in Legend of Korra make me think her dreams mostly consist of her being awesome in super badass scenarios! Or her being MELONLORD!!! Her nightmares however are the complete opposite. In "The Blind Bandit" she says she hasn't had a single friend in the 12 years of her life! like omgg bby let me give you a hug!!! And I thought it was super interesting how vulnerable she looks in the episode "The Avatar and the Firelord" when she asks if its truly possible for friendships to last more than one lifetime. She found more than friendships, she found a family with the gaang. In The Rift, her own father denied knowing her, which proves that family is not defined by blood ties. So letting go/ losing those friendships is a concept that seems to scare her. I feel like this is something she might have nightmares about.

Suki- because Suki is part of the gaang!!! She does have her own group with the Kyoshi warriors, not trying to erase that, but i consider her to be a part of the gaang too! With that being said we really do not know much about this queen, and i am so glad that she's getting her own comic! Hopefully we learn more about her! But from what we know, she began training since she was 8 years old! She is a brave warrior and a great friend. I feel like she takes her job as a Kyoshi warrior super seriously and is honored to be their fearless leader. I imagine that her happy dreams consist of her meeting Kyoshi herself. As for her nightmares, we do not get a lot of her (unfortunately) to really perceive her fears, but if Azula's taunting in "The Day of Black Sun Pt.2" are true, then Suki has been waiting on Sokka to rescue her for some time now. Seeing that time passed must have been hard for her. Her nightmares might have been influenced by her feeling abandoned, or her worry about the other Kyoshi warriors. (Also i love Azula, but Suki probably also dreamed of dragging Azula's big head on the ground.)

Zuko- omggg where do i even begin with this boy?! I feel like the Fire Nation teens are just so angsty! But when one's father burns off half of your face then that's the way it is igs. So I feel like the show was pretty in detail when it came to Zuko's character and his personality. Throughout the show, we see how he sometimes gets this flashbacks whenever he's feeling a specific way or when he's reminded of something. This was seen most in "The Beach". Despite being this angsty, emotional guy he is always remembering his early childhood very fondly despite being part of the most dysfunctional family in the Fire Nation. During his fever, we see his nightmares being this representation of the constant fight between good and evil inside him. Therefore i think this is what Zuko most likely sees when he has nightmares. (It is quite interesting how the "evil" blue dragon in his nightmare seems to represent Azula and the "good" red dragon is Iroh. That kind of made me wonder why Zuko seemed to associate the evil aspect with Azula rather than Ozai🤔). But back to the point. If the flashbacks he has are any indication, then his dreams most likely involve the good times he had with his mother and family during their vacations on ember island. (And because of his trauma, he might also relive the Agni Kai with Ozai in his nightmares.)

Azula- i could write essays on this girl. Her character is just so complex! And literally nothing in this world is gonna convince me that she didn't deserve better. Im gonna try to keep it as short as possible with her because quite honestly i could go on forever. But im having a hard time figuring out what a happy dream might be for Azula. Conquering Ba Sing Se?? Mastering Firebending at a young age?? Oh right she did do that! She wasn't like Zuko, in the way that she could look back on the past and remember it fondly. Quite the opposite actually, she refers to their beach house as "depressing". Then, later on in the bonfire, she treats everyone's emotions and confessions as a "performance". It's quite interesting to think that truly the only one who was trying to perform was her. Everyone else was very honest and open with their insecurities even if they didn't realize it. The fact that she thinks showing emotion is a performance of some sort makes it clear that everything she does is a perfectly put-together performance. Her nightmares could consist that facade falling apart, and her status as the perfect daughter being reduced to nothing along with her many achievements. The difference with Azula is that just as she became everything she dreamed of, she also ended up being everything her nightmares doomed her to be. ( I also have this hc that she dreamt of having a cat with ty lee and just living together at Ember Island after she got help and just lived their happy gay life of wtvvvv)

omggg this post is gonna be super long, but i had so much fun answering this! thank you for that! it was a nice surprise 🥰 i can do ty lee and mai later if you'd like just lmk! im just giving my thumbs a lil rest rn. hope this sorta answered the question😌

#katara #aang #sokka #suki #zuko #azula #atla

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fics-for-my-heart · 4 years

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Broken (b.h)

Summary: After a bad breakup you go to the only person you know can help

Word count: 2332

Warning: The ex is a dick, some cussing, mention of getting sick

Requested: I love your blog so much omg! I’m not sure if requests are open but if they are may I please request something with Ben? Could you maybe do something where reader has just come out of a long term relationship bc the partner said they didn’t love her anymore? And she goes to best friends Bens house crying wth makeup all down her face and runny nose and it’s just the sweetest comfort he could ever give her? Maybe a sweet lil kiss if you could? I’m not having a great day as you can probs tell 😭❤️

A/N: I hate writing people who are dicks. Ugh. But I hope this is good. Honestly i was thinking of maybe making another part? Let me know please!

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“Russ will be here any minute. What if he doesn’t like my dress?” Your eyes widened as you met the green ones watching you through your phone screen.

“Y/N, you look beautiful. Take a deep breath. He’s going to love your dress.” Ben said, his reassurance calmed you down, like it always did. He’d been your best friend for ages, and was always your rock when your mind started getting too jumpy.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, centering yourself. “Okay. I think I’m ready.” After looking over yourself you picked up your phone. “Thank you Benny. I hope you have a good night. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Have fun tonight, but not too much fun.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you hung up.

“Y/N! He’s here!” Cordelia, one of your roommates called.

“Alright. Tonight is the night. It’s happening. Tonight.” You examined your left hand, the ring finger currently empty. But hopefully not for long if your suspensions are correct. All signs point to yes. He had lunch with his mother and grandmother a month back, and he’s been acting slightly nervous. After three years there’s really only one thing you can think of that could make him that way.

With one more glance at the mirror you were out the door, nervous butterflies fluttering around your belly.

Russ was leaning against the door with his phone in his hand as you came down. He looked handsome as always, his suit tailored to him, his white button down chrisp against the black of the jacket. His blond hair was quaffed just right while still looking slightly ragged.

The butterflies intensified as you drank him in. Smiling about just how lucky you were.

“Hi.” You whispered once you hit the bottom step.

He hadn’t looked up until you spoke, his soft smile didn’t quite meet his eyes as he pecked your cheek. “Hello dear. Are you ready?”

“Yes! I’m starving. I already checked online at their menu so it won’t take me long to make a decision.”

He chuckled lightly as his hand met your back, leading you out to his car.

Russ was quiet through most of the ride, which was weird because normally the two of you had a good flow. But he was probably nervous about what was about to happen. You sure were. And bless him he just let you talk and talk the entire way there, and part way through the meal. Reminiscing on some of your favorite memories together.

“Do you remember that time we got snowed in at the cabin?” You sighed, remembering how nice it had been. Just the two of you for three days. “We should definitely do that again.”

“I want to break up.”

“We can go aft...wait.” Your heart stopped, but was also making your ears ring. You must have heard him wrong. “What?” The squeak was almost too soft to hear.

Russ rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger, and gave a heavy sign. “I said I want to break up.” He wouldn’t look at you as your mouth gaped like a fish.

The world got blurry as you silently started crying. “You. You’re not.” Your chest shuddered. “You’re not proposing?” Again, barely a whisper.

A look that could only be described as disgust crossed his face, becoming stronger as he spoke. “Proposing? Why would you even think that?”

You started picking at a thread in the napkin on your lap. Still crying. Still hardly able to speak. “I told Cordelia you went to eat with your mom and grandmother and she said that you must be asking for your great grandmother's ring.”

He sighed, again. “Oh my god.” You glanced up just as he was shaking his head. “No, Y/N. I’m not asking you to marry me. I,” again with the sighing, like he has better things he could be doing. “I met someone else, and I just don’t love you anymore.”

You were going to puke. Yup, bile was definitely burning your throat just like the tears burning your eyes. “Som-someone e-else?”

“Yes. That’s who I was with when I told you I was with mom and gran.”

“That was.” You shook your head, a new emotion starting to build in your gut. “That was a month ag..how long?” You weren’t sure you even wanted to know. Dread. Sadness. Anger. To many emotions at once. Your hands were shaking as you looked at him. Waiting on his answer.

Finally guilt flashed across his face. “Eight months ago.”

Suddenly you were on your feet, chair knocked over and your voice the loudest it’s ever been. “EIGHT MONTHS? You’ve been cheating on me for eight months?” Your voice broke at the end with a full body sob. “Ei-eight fucking months? After almost four years!” Everyone was looking at you.

Again, Russ sighed, he really must have better things to be doing. Or a better someone. “Look Y/N. We had a great time together.” His voice was the low one now, trying to not be overheard. But everyone in the restaurant was quiet. Even the chef and line cooks had come out to watch. “I’m sorry. I just needed something new. We’ve got lots of good memories together, as you know since you talked about a lot of them tonight. But I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner? Why fucking stay with me?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone else. The embarrassment only added to your nausea.

Russ shrugged one shoulder. “Since I’m being honest, you’re really good at a..few things. And I wasn’t quite ready to give them up.”

“You fucking dick! You piece of sh..” Your own body cut you off with a wretched sob that had firm, but soft hands wrapping around your arm.

“Shh.” A gentle breath hit your ear as the hand turned to an arm, wrapping around you. “Come on dear, let’s get you out of here.” Russ moved to get up as you finally looked at the women at your side. Her hard stare was enough to send him back on his butt. “You better sit your ass down and don’t move.” She turned you, grabbing your bag on the way to the door.

“Here hun.” Another soft voice said, as a phone was placed gently in your hand. “Enter your address, I’m paying for your Lyft home.” It was the hostess who had taken you to your table. Her face saying she heard everything.

There was only one place you could think of to go, and it wasn’t home. With shaky hands you typed in the address, thanking the hostess. Then waited, still in the arms of the nice women who had come to your rescue.

“Thank you.” You whispered, eyes finally drying enough.

She tisked. “No need dear. I couldn’t let him talk to you like that. Howard, my husband, is making sure he doesn’t come out here while you’re still here. I’m Wanda by the way.” She reached in her pocket, pulling out a business card. “My husband and I are realtors. If you need anything. This number is my cell.”

You nodded, spilling the card in your purse as a car pulled up.

“Lyft for Y/N?” The female called through the window.

“That’s me.” You turned to Wanda, “thank you again, really. I. I don’t know what could have happened if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“I’ve got girls of my own and a son too. I couldn’t sit back and watch it go on. You go home and get some rest.” She opened the door and you climbed in, thankful for the quiet of the car.

The ride wasn’t long, but it felt like forever. Your mind was reliving the past 30 minutes over and over. Your jaw was hurting from trying not to cry in a strangers car. It was taking everything in you not to lose it, but the moment Ben opened the door you collapsed.

“Fuck.” He gasped, reaching for you before you were all the way down. “Y/N? Y/N what happened?” He was pulling you inside as you shook with sobs, clinging to him as if he might disappear.

“Shit.” You heard him whisper as he wrapped an arm around you, using the other to lift you. “Y/N. Talk to me what’s going on?”

You still couldn’t speak, just sobbed more and pressed your face into his shoulder as he carried you to the living room, keeping you in his lap as he sat.

And he let you cry. Gently rocking side to side, a hand softly rubbing your back as the other kept you against him. His breath was warm as he shushed you. His lips occasionally pressing against the crown of your head.

“Russ broke up with me.” You finally whispered against his chest, hiccups causing your body to jump. His entire body froze as you kept talking. “He’d...he was cheating on me. Has been for..for a while. Then, said the only reason he stayed with me was for the sex.” Another hiccup had you gasping for a moment. “Everyone in the restaurant heard him….I think I’m going to be sick.”

You jumped out of his lap, running to the bathroom under the stairs and dry heaved. The tears started again, as nothing came up, but Ben’s general fingers were pulling your hair back just in time.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.” His voice was general as he stood there. Then once you were flopped on the floor, he handed you a glass of water.

“Why me, what did I do? Why wasn’t I good enough?” You sniffed. How many tears could someone cry? “I’m sorry.”

“No. There’s no need to be sorry. Here.” He extended his hand. “Let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up.”

The only sound in the house were your hiccups and both your feet walking up the steps. He led you to his bathroom, handing you a toothbrush. As you brushed your teeth he went back to his room, returning with one of his hoodies and shorts.

Your face was a mess, and you almost started crying again looking at how different you looked now compared to just two or so hours earlier. Eyeliner and mascara streaked your face, eyeshadow was smeared everywhere, and your hair was all over the place. Not to mention how red and swollen your eyes were.

“Up.” Ben said, patting the space beside the sink and pulling out some makeup wipes. “I want you to know something.” His voice was a whisper as he gently started removing your makeup. “You are so strong and amazing, Y/N. I know it hurts now, but I promise it’ll get better. And I’ll be here through it all with you.” He placed a soft kiss on your now clean forehead. “You are beautiful, and smart, and funny. Russ is a moron for what he did.” He finished with your eyes and pushed your chin up to look at him. “But that’s his fault. He’s the dumbass who fucked up. Not you. It’s not your fault. Okay?”

Tears were threatening to fall again as you pinched your lips and nodded. As you looked away you saw the mess on his shoulder from your makeup. “Oh. I’m s-“

He put a finger to your mouth. “It’s a shirt. It’ll wash out. Please, Y/N, stop apologizing.”

The two of you were silent as he finished wiping your face. Then he gently brushed out your hair, braiding it behind you.

He stepped away, letting you get off the sink. “Alright. You, bed. I’m going to go make you some tea.”

You just nodded, exhaustion weighing every movement down as you buried yourself in his bed.

Ben's bed was always one you preferred over your own. It was the perfect amount of softness and firmness. His duvet was light as a cloud but still warm. And his sheets always smelled like him.

“Y/N?”

You grunted in response, moving the blanket down.

“Tea, love.” Carefully he joined you, passing you the tea once you were sitting up comfortably. “It’ll help with your stomach.”

Ben turned the tv on to a movie you'd each seen a few times as you sipped the tea that was made just how you liked it.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” You whispered to your empty tea cup. There were so many thoughts swimming in your head, yet you felt empty. Drained physically and emotionally.

Ben took the cup and sat it on the nightstand before gently placing both hands on your face. His green eyes unyielding at his seriousness. Yet his voice was just as gentle as it was all night. “Please stop apologizing. I’m serious. There is nothing you need to tell me sorry for.” His thumb swiped at a tear as you nodded. “Your feelings are valid. You have every right to be upset and to show how upset you are. And I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here through all the tears and for anything you need.”

Your body relaxed, his hands the only thing holding you up. After another nod from you, he pressed his lips against your head, holding them there for a bit before pulling you to lay with him.

The gentleness of his hand rubbing your back, and the rhythm of his heart beat relaxed you more. And you knew, even if it was just for tonight, that you were safe and that he was right, even if it’s not okay right now it will be. That was the last thought you had as you drifted off to sleep, thankful to forget the events of the day even if only for a few hours. Knowing Ben would be there when you woke up to keep you grounded. Just has he always had been.

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