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cheapshrimpysheep · 10 months

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You... Cheater? - Demon Brothers

SUMMARY: They saw you making out with some random demon. But only after talking to you will they find out that it wasn't you after all. It was a demon impersonating you. But how did they feel before realizing this and how did they react to the relief that it wasn't really you they saw?

(This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.)

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Comfort; Kiss, Tears, a little Angst (I think)

WORD COUNT: An average of 470 words per character.

👉 You… Cheater? - Side Characters

COMMENTS: I was looking for prompts and saw something like “cheating” or “How would they react to being cheated on?” But I don't like cheaters, this would be to sad. However, they thinking they were cheated on, but in fact they were deceived and you comfort them, that looked like a better option to me.

I hope you enjoy ;)

CONTEXT: He was walking the streets of Devildom, maybe out shopping for dinner. And he saw you! Or at least someone he thought was you. The appearance was exactly like yours! And you were making out with some random lower demon, that was unmistakable. That he could see clearly without a doubt.

This takes place before the events of Nightbringer.

Lucifer decided to walk up to “you” and have a conversation with “you” right there. But when “you” and the other demon saw him, both ran away. He didn't follow them. He stopped right there and it only took a few seconds for him to realize that something was wrong. That couldn't be you. It does not make sense. You wouldn't cheat on him. Who would?

Part of him doesn't believe it was you because he knows you and your character. But the other part that doesn't believe it was you is his Pride. Cheat on Lucifer? With someone like Diavolo he could understand, but a lower demon? No, that wasn't you, you're not that stupid! However, he can't help but have a very small fear that it really was you. But that one is irrational, it can't be right.

He asks you to go talk to him in his office and, of course, you have no idea what he saw. So, you don't know what he wants to talk to you about.

“Where were you while I was away?” is the first thing he asks after telling you that you can come in. You are confused, but the truth is, you've been playing with Levi in his room. Then some of the other brothers also showed up to play, so you have a lot of alibis.

“Did Solomon ever teach you how to duplicate yourself?” If you respond with "Is that possible?!" and an obvious face of surprise, he will burst out laughing. “I wouldn't be surprised if it was.” he continues and tells you about what he saw on the street.

Your reaction tells him everything he needs to know and confirms his suspicions. “Don't worry, I knew it wasn't you. I just wanted to confirm with you.” he lifts your chin and kisses your lips “I would never fall in love with a cheater.”

And then, he hugs you. It starts out like a normal hug, but after his arms are around you, you feel them tighten slightly. As if that little irrational side of him that worried him was showing how relieved he was that it really wasn't you. As if that little irrational part of him, that told him what he'd seen could be real, was showing you how relieved he was wrong.

“I don't know who those demons were.” He says, slowly breaking the hug and looking at you. “Yet.” You see his eyes, a look very similar to the one he usually has when he wants to punish his brothers. But this one was worse. “I will find out who they were. They need to be reminded why they shouldn't deceive us. Of course you are more than welcome to join me, after all they had the audacity to impersonate you.”

We all know Mammon is the emotional type not the rational one. So... he’s completely desolate, devastated, he’s heart shattered in pieces. It didn't even cross his mind that it might not be you, despite the number of times he said to himself "No, no, no, no, no, no..." He didn't have the courage to face “you”. He even dropped the purchases he made. One of the items he bought was a gift for you. And he run away.

He didn't come home. After all, you were there and seeing you would be too painful. But nobody knew about it. But nobody knew about it. Well, actually he went home, without the groceries and without listening to anyone. He just went straight to his room and left again, but this time on his car. You haven't seen him.

It's when everyone else goes to talk to you about not knowing where he is and being his turn to make dinner that you decide to go to his room and summon him. I mean, you have no idea where he is either. He doesn't respond to your messages. Summoning him will bring him straight to you, straight to home.

He appears and falls on his butt. “OI! WHAT THE-?!” he looks at you. His eyes were reddish and his cheeks wet. You ask what happened, worried. “You... I... You know what happened!” But you don’t. “Yes you do! I saw you! I saw... you two...”

“Us two? You mean Asmo and I? Of course you saw us. You came with us.” You remind him that the three of you went shopping together, but Asmo wanted to buy a new perfume and wanted you to go with him. So Mammon went to buy the rest of the stuff.

He is clearly embarrassed. “W-wait, s-so you were with Asmo the whole time?” Yes, you still even smelled like the perfume he bought. “S-so... you weren't sneaking kissing another demon on the street?” What the heck was he talking about?! Of course not! Does he really thought you would be kissing a random demon on the street when you could be making out with him? Your first?! And you tell him that. He's such a dummy!

He hugs you desperately. And he starts to cry again, but this time with relief. His face on your shoulder, he can't even speak, just sob. As if you just woke him up from a nightmare. You hug him back and kiss him on the forehead.

He really needs some time with you now. He's not really the vindictive type. He just wants you, your love and affection, although it took him a while to admit it. So you two cuddle for a while on his sofa. Until he remembered his car was parked somewhere.

Levi is also a very emotional person but worse: he is the Avatar of Envy. Just like any other sin can blind you, this one is the worst for what he saw. And even even worse, we know he doesn't have a good self-esteem. Put it all together and he never felt worse in his life. He won't talk to "you", he will run back home and lock himself in his room.

You had agreed that when he arrived you would go to his room to play the new game he had gone out to buy. But he didn't tell you he was back. It was one of the brothers who told you that he had seen him arrive and enter the room.

You go to his room, knock on the door, but he doesn't answer. You try as many times as it takes until he says he wants to be alone and doesn't want to talk to anyone. Messages don't work either. Only when you threaten to break down the door does he let you in.

The lights are off and he's hiding under the covers in the bathtub. You ask what's going on and again he takes a long time to answer you. He’s more the type of avoiding talk and/or see you. Listening to you is painful enough already. Worried, you slowly approach and ask again, in your sweetest voice, what was going on.

“I SAW IT, OK!?” he exploded, without coming out from under the covers, his voice cracking. “I... saw it... I saw you... on the street...” He saw you on the street? Was he talking about seeing you and Satan on the book store? “WHAT? No!” He got up, uncovering himself from the blankets. His eyes were reddish and a few tears were still falling down his cheeks. “I saw you kissing that demon on the street.” he calms down a bit and starts talking about that shouldn't surprise him. Even a lower demon was better than him. Of course he would never be enough for you. Someone like him? Of course not. You deserved better. You would even deserve the crown of Devildom...

Well, you don't remember kissing Satan on the street, so you have no idea what he's talking about. You tell him you went out with Satan to the bookstore and you were with him the whole time until you got back home. Levi could ask him. Whoever he saw wasn't you.

It takes a while for him to process that and realize that who he saw really wasn't you. And for him to throw himself into your arms. He's not afraid to cry in front of you, and on your shoulder. His hug is tight, desperately and lovingly tight.

He tells you again about his fear of losing you, of you leaving him. You end up getting in the bathtub with him. Cuddling with and reassuring him. Saying you would never leave him, how much you love him. He needs you now, he needs to recover from the shock that luckily wasn't real.

What have those two demons just done? Envy is a very bad sin to be the avatar of in a situation like that. But even worse is Wrath! Satan instantly assumed his demon form, throws the groceries to who knows where, and walked towards the two. They noticed him approach by the heavy and determined steps and fled. He stopped. “You” looked at him with such fear in “your”eyes, it shocked him.

He didn't mean to hurt “you”, he never would! But “you” hurt him. How could this be happening? You weren't like that, you were so kind and lovable... Wait, you're not like this. Something is wrong. And he only realizes this after stopping and calming down a bit. Something he learned from you. No! You wouldn't do this. Something was really wrong and he needed to talk to you now!

As soon as he gets home, he asks the first brother of his he sees if you are there. And after hearing a yes he runs to your room. Ignoring the "Why? What's going on?" after that yes.

He knocks at your door while calling your name. You open the door and he rushes into the room, closing the door behind you and practically "Kabedon" you against the door. “Have you been here the whole time?” he seems to contain some kind of anger. It worries you a little, but at these times you know you need to be the calm person. And yes, you were home that whole time. In fact, you spent a lot of time helping Mammon with his studies. He practically begged for your help to avoid another punishment from Lucifer.

You seemed sincere, but still: “So, you never left the house? Not even to go shopping?” You think for a moment. But no, pretty sure you never left the House of Lamentation. And the hours of study were very long. You both know what a bad student Mammon is.

He sighs, lowers his head for a moment and then drops down to hug you. It is a tender and relieved hug. “I’m sorry.” he whispers in your ear. “I just... wanted to make sure..." you hug him back and finally feel like it's the right time to ask what's going on.

He tells you what he saw on the street. The shock on your face is further proof to him that it wasn't really you he saw. As he thinks about what that could have been, his expression change. The expression of the true Avatar of Wrath.

“The only explanation is that someone impersonated you. I don't know who they were but I'll find out. And I couldn't care less if there were any reason for them to do that. Nobody tarnishes your name! I will find them, and when I do I'll make them regret even the air they breathe today.”

Asmo doesn't think you are cheating on him. After all he’s the Avatar of Lust, he better than anyone understands the concept of One-night stand. But he can't help but get a sour feeling in his stomach. He used to do one-night stands, but that was before he meet you. After that he couldn't do it anymore, he just wanted you. And he thought you only wanted him. What was happening to him?

He thought of going to you. Ask if he could join. That would look like him, but no, he can't, that's not what he wants to do. It's nothing related to his sin that he wants to do. He felt more like... Levi? Could it be jealousy? Him?! He needed to go home. ASAP!

He does his best to pretend that nothing is wrong, that he just came back from shopping and didn't see anything special. Maybe he'll come up with some story about a purse he saw, just to keep up the facade that everything was fine.

He'll avoid you for awhile, flashing you a smile you knew was fake. It was at dinner time, after he sent a message to the brothers' group saying he didn't feel well and therefore wouldn't have dinner that you decided to go to his room and check on him.

He is reluctant to let you in, but he still wants to show you that everything is fine, so he gives in at the second or third knock. He is sitting on the bed. And not even all the make-up he could put on his face would manage to hide from you the sadness that was really in his eyes. Despite his smile. He tells you not to worry, but it's when you insist that you can tell something is wrong that he decides to tell you the truth.

“I... I wanted to ask you.” he puts back on his everything is fine mask “Who was that new demon friend of yours?” You look confused at him. “I wasn't snooping, I promise. I just ended up seeing you two. You know, even if you try to hide yourself well there is still a possibility that someone will see you making out on the street.” he was forcing a smile, as if wanting to look like he was giving you genuine advice. But you got even more confused. What the heck was he talking about?

“Aww, don't worry hon, I'm not mad. I... think...” he mutters to himself and then goes back to talking to you. “You don't need to hide it from me. I saw it with my own eyes, you know?” you see his eyes water slightly. He's trying so hard not to cry.

But you weren't on that street today. “What?!” he widens his eyes, as if seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. You tell him you've been with Lucifer at RAD most of the day, helping him with paperwork. And even when you came home, you came back with him. And that was it. That and you wouldn't making out with a random demon on the streets. You have standards. and they only skyrocketed after you met Asmo.

He believes in you, he always believed in you and you really seemed to be telling the truth. He finally breaks down in tears and jumps out of bed to hug you desperately. He is so happy to know that that wasn't you! But he's still confused about what he felt. He really needs to talk to you about this. But after dinner. His appetite has returned and he is starving.

Beel doesn't know what to do. Should he pretend he didn't see anything? Should he go talk to you? He was so confused. You're not like this. what was happening? He... shouldn't interrupt, should he? He just grabs the groceries and heads home.

None of the groceries survived the trip. He ate up his feelings along the way. Or at least he tried. Lucifer was about to scold him, until he saw the look on his face and he just decided to let him go to his room and talk later. But the truth is, he would ask you to talk to him. And that's because even Belphie couldn't.

Belphie went to the attic to let you two talk alone in their bedroom. You knocked on the door, but Beel didn't answer. He didn't tell you to come in, but he didn't say you couldn't either. You walk in and see him lying on his bed with his back to you.

You slowly walk up to him and ask what's going on. He still doesn't respond. You sit on the bed and when you touch him, he flinches a little. Ok, now you're really worried. You ask him to please tell you what's going on, in your sweet, understanding voice.

He takes a deep breath and then slowly gets up to sit on the bed beside you. He still can't look at you. He doesn't look upset, just sad and confused. “I saw you on the street.” he calmly explains, with a sadness in the voice that breaks your heart “With that demon.”

What demon? What street? You haven't even left the house today. “What?!” he finally looks at you. He hadn't cried yet, but he was close to it. You tell him you didn't leave the house. You were even in the Planetarium with Belphie while Beel went shopping.

He believes in you, he always did and he never had any reason not to. And the same goes for Belphie. “So it wasn't you I saw on the street kissing another demon?” What? Of course not! What was he talking about?

He doesn't explain, he just smiles hugely and gives you one of his bear hugs. He tells you what he saw while hugging you. He doesn't care what he saw. He doesn't want to know who did it. The only thing that matters is that it wasn't really you. The real you was there, with him, hugging him back and letting him kiss you and kissing him back.

Then you hear his stomach rumble like a beast. His appetite had returned, and with a vengeance.

What the F*ck was going on?! Did that filthy lower demon make you do that? Were you under some spell? Belphie was going to put an end to it NOW! He assumed his demon form, throws the groceries away and rushed towards “you”. But when “you” two see him, “you” run away. He runs after the two, but unfortunately for him, the demon manages to outrun him.

He comes back home looking for you and without the groceries. When Lucifer sees him and prepares to lecture him for not bringing the groceries, Belphie stops him and asks if you are at home. It’s important! Something might have happened to you. Lucifer says you're in your room and lets Belphie run to your door.

You hear him knocking urgently at your door. You open the door, and seeing the seriousness on his face you ask what happened. He stands still in silence for a moment, looking at you, analysing. Then he comes in and lets you close the door.

“Did you leave the house today?” he asks calmly. You say yes. “Where did you go?” That was weird, he wasn't the stalking type, he was too lazy for that. That and he was never like that, much less with Beel. You went with Beel to a new pastry shop that opened to try their drinks and sweets. Needless to say, you spent a lot of time there. You had to drag Beel back home because it was getting late. You two had only arrived home shortly before Belphie himself.

“You never left his side?” No. Why would you? You love hanging out with Beel. By the way you speak and your confused expression, he knows you're telling the truth. And his straight face instantly turns into a reassured, lazy laugh. “Ha ha ha. I knew that was weird. It wasn't even you.” And now that his good mood was back, you could safely ask what the heck was going on.

“Ummmmm... I'm too tired to tell. At least standing. You know, I saw something that made me worry about you, so I ran back to see if you were all right. I'm so sleepy right now. What if I told you while we cuddle in your bed?” That sly bastard, taking advantage of a subject like that for cuddles.

He tells you what happened while the two of you are in bed. But even though he's relaxed in your arms he doesn't fall asleep. “That was probably some demon impersonating you with some shapeshifting spell.” he says “If they had done that to me, I wouldn't care. But since you were the one they did this to, I'll make sure to find them and break their neck.” he said with a cute smile and already half asleep, which only made the threat worse. And then finally fell asleep in your arms.

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love-belle · 10 months

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us and our cats !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which he is streaming and being a simp simultaneously.

for when it's just you both and your cats. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

real life // lando norris x fem!reader

warnings - language.

author's note - this one made me want to be in a relationship SO bad :/// i really hope you like it, thank u so much for reading, i love you <3

≡;- ꒰ °real life ꒱

"hello everyone!" lando exclaimed as he started the stream, adjusting his equipment. "hello! hi!"

he watched as more and more people joined the stream, feeling excited because this would be his first stream in a few weeks and he clearly missed doing this.

"sorry, i'm just having a bit of a technical issue here," he apologized, leaning down and messing with the wires. "i think one of the cats messed with the wiring or something. they're always fucking up one thing or the other."

lando looked up at the screen, his eyes taking in all the comments, trying his hardest to read the most of them. "show cats? you want me to show you the cats?"

he looked back towards his room, eyes sweeping across as he tried to figure if at least one was in the room and when it became that he was alone, he huffed, shaking his head slightly. "i think they're with y/n, always favour her over me."

his tone turned slightly offended, as if the prospect of the cats, fish and casserole, loving his girlfriend more was simply out of this world. he paused for a second, before leaning forward to grab something off the desks and holding it up for the stream to see.

"that reminds me," he started, placing the headphones on top of his head carefully and smoothing out the crocheted piece in the middle of the band with a proud look, "look at what my girlfriend made me."

it was a simple thing, really. just two crocheted leaves tied in the middle of his headphones, green providing a stark contrast against the black and it almost looked like he was wearing a crown or something. all in all, it was just simply adorable.

now, it may have been simple but to lando, it was everything. he had almost burst out in tears when y/n first showed him her creation, a proud yet nervous look on her face that faded away as soon as he saw what she was showing him. he'd hugged her, kissed her, told her that he loved it more than anything else he owned and sent more than 50 selfies of him wearing those damn headphones to every single person he knew. simply because his girlfriend made that for him and he'd be damned if he didn't show it off.

"how fucking adorable is this, huh?" he chuckled, proudly looking in the camera as the two leaves sat upon his head. he'd been doing this as soon as he'd gotten them, always wearing them whenever there was an online meeting or when he was facetiming someone — he'd wear them any chance he could get. "god, i love her."

the comments were full of love, adoration and support for the couple, fans screaming about how much in love lando was and the said person couldn't help but agree.

yes, he was so in love.

"thank you, guys," lando blushed slightly, chuckling as he read through the comments. "you're all really sweet — no, i cannot fight. thank you for asking, though."

"who's trying to fight you?"

lando jumped slightly in his seat, turning back around to find y/n standing by the door, raising an eyebrow at him.

"just one of your fans," lando laughed, beckoning her towards him as he turned back around. "nope, not just one. plural, they're multiplying."

"well, can you?" y/n teased him, walking towards him as lando rolled his eyes, fond smile on his lips.

"for you, of course, i can," he turned to face her and shot her a wink, a cocky smirk on his face that had her shaking her head and laughing. "come on! don't laugh at me."

"sorry, baby," y/n leaned down and kissed his cheek, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back and straightening up. "i'll leave you to stream, now."

"what? no, stay," lando looked up at her, his eyes pleading for her to stay. "please, it'll be fun and the viewers love you."

"lando — "

"y/n, please?"

y/n sighed and lando couldn't help but grin, knowing that he had won her over. with a smooth move, he had grabbed her waist and was quick to pull her down to sit on his lap.

"woah, okay," y/n chuckled nervously, her hands holding onto lando's as he worked on whatever he had to. "this is nice."

"i know, right?" lando glanced at her before kissing her temple, his smile never leaving his face. "this is fun."

"i bet it is," y/n chuckled, squinting her eyes to read the comments flooding in. "'you're both my parents,' thank you angel. oh, another one that says 'y/n is so mother' that means so much to me, you're all too kind."

"i am so confused right now," lando mumbled, laughing slightly when more comments came in, mostly about y/n and their relationship.

"it's okay," y/n tilted her head to look at him, shifting slightly on his lap which made him tighten his hand around her waist. "i should start doing this with you more often."

"if you sit like this, you're more than welcome to join me everyday," lando whispered to her, a cheeky smirk on his face that melted into giggles when y/n hit his arm lightly, feeling flustered because hundreds of thousands of people could hear them at the moment and that thought was — well, it was scary. "sorry not sorry for speaking my mind."

"oh my god," y/n muttered to herself, grabbing onto the desk in front of her as lando leaned forward all of a sudden, his hands adjusting the computer screen before he settled back, a soft 'sorry' leaving him as he made sure she was comfortable. "i should get my own chair. it's hard."

"it sure is," lando retorted almost immediately, snickering as the innuendo registered in his girlfriend's brain, her mouth agape as she stared at him. "what? c'mon! the opportunity was right there. this one's kinda on you."

"i swear, it's like i'm back in high school," y/n mumbled, standing up and leaving to get another chair, her voice echoing in the hallway as she called for their babies — their cats.

"love you, darling!" lando called out, the grin never leaving his face. once again, the chat went wild with the interaction between the couple, red hearts flooding in and uppercase letters making lando blush slightly. "sorry guys, she distracted me. back on the stream — 'do you have any plans for tonight?' yes, we do! we're going to this art gallery that y/n had wanted to check out for a while and after that we'll be having dinner, so, there's that. i'm excited, it's always fun to visit galleries with y/n because she knows stuff, like the real stuff about art, paintings and sculptures and all and it's so cool because it's like having your own little personal guide — except this one calls you a dumbfuck way too often."

lando had a lovesick smile on his face as he spoke, laughing in between sentences. it was always like this, someone — anyone would ask a question and he'd somehow manage to link it to y/n and then there was no hope for any further continuation of that conversation because if there was one thing lando could talk about endlessly, it was y/n.

sometimes it would be about what she had baked for him, what she painted in her free time, or this video of casserole slapping fish she had sent him and other times, it would be about y/n being upset about something and him asking for advice or when she had crocheted him those two leaves and it was all he could talk about for weeks.

"'how long have you been together?' we celebrated our two year anniversary a few weeks ago!" lando answered happily, smile never flattering at the thought of their celebration. "we started dating in october, though she wasn't my girlfriend until late december, so yeah.

"'how many cats do you have?' we have two cats, fish and casserole," lando replied, rolling his eyes fondly at the thought of their little demons. "they're little pieces of shit, i swear. they're always out to get me like — i always knew they liked y/n more than me but you should see them when i'm around like — it's like they're calling me 'bitch' over and over in their kitty language and it's so — "

a soft meow interrupted him, a confused on his face as he looked behind him to see where it came from. a few seconds passed before he heard it again, this time it was clear that it came from under the desk. with a hesitant push against the desk, he pushed his chair back and leaned down to see under it and saw two eyes blinking back at him, almost twinkling in the dark.

"fuck."

with a careful grip, he carefully pulled casserole from under the desk, holding her against his chest and he turned towards the stream, a nervous look on his face.

"y/n's gonna kill me for calling her precious baby a little piece of shit with her present in the room."

"you called my baby a what?!"

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faintedlcve · 8 months

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HI! I LOVE UR WORK SO SO MUCH!! can I ask for a Mattheo Riddle x fem! reader and they’re best friends but they’ve been in love forever but haven’t admitted it and it’s a slowburn and whenever the reader picks her hangnails bc she needs to fidget he always holds her hands and she gets really really overwhelmed on the first week back to Hogwarts and is really stressed and helps her calm down and handle her feelings and anxiety? (Preferably a swifite Reader?) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

Jealous

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warning: kissing, angst, fluff

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting and for the compliment!! Hope you like it~ Some of the like speech in this is kinda not funny (but the characters find it funny sooo) and more cringe but I was trying my best to make the reader swiftie. I'm not a huge fan but I hope you like it xx

Hearing Mattheo's name did not give you butterflies. Seeing Mattheo did not give you butterflies. Hugging Mattheo did not give you butte-.

"Hey." Mattheo said.

"Huh? Oh uh h-hi!" You said flustered.

Ok, maybe you lied. You recently came to the realisation that Mattheo made you flustered. And

...gave you butterflies.

But you couldn't admit it to anyone. Mattheo was your best friend. You couldn't talk to him about your crush on him! So you couldn't tell anyone. That and you just didn't want anyone to know. So you decided not to tell anyone.

"Pansy I think I'm in love with Mattheo." You said to your dorm mate as you burst into your dorm. Okay, that was a lie as well. You just NEEDED to tell someone. The weight was too much. But no one else would know.

Except Theo. You couldn't NOT tell Theo. He was one of your best friends.

Okay so what if you lied to yourself 3 times? You'd been lying to everyone saying you didn't like Mattheo.

You started falling two months ago but convinced yourself you didn't.

You and him would hold hands all the time because you felt comfortable enough to since you'd known each other for so long.

But when he accidentally brushed his hand against yours, the chills that enveloped your body shocked you. You didn't know you could feel that way about your best friend.

The only reason you hadn't told him yet was because you weren't sure about your feelings and you didn't know how he'd react.

What if he didn't like you back? How embarrassing would that be?

So you just waited and waited hoping for a clear answer for your feelings and for Mattheo to admit his feelings. If he had them of course.

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You were growing tired waiting. You needed to stop waiting. You needed to confess.

With those thoughts, you entered the common room. As you entered, you saw your usual spot next to Mattheo taken up by a brunette girl who you recognised as Astoria Greengrass. What you saw next confirmed your fears.

Mattheo did not, indeed, like you. He and Astoria were laughing together. Mattheo never laughed around anyone but you. The gods definitely answered your prayers and left you with a clear answer. Mattheo Riddle only thought of you as a friend. Ouch.

"Who's your girlfriend?" You didn't mean to sound as bitter as you did, but in your defense, you had just woken up.

"Very funny. She's not my girlfriend. Yet." He said winking as he kissed her cheek.

You pretended to throw up at the PDA which you recalled Mattheo hated and only made an exception for you: one of the many reasons that made you think your feelings were returned.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single that's honestly worse. 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts. Those Taylor Swift lyrics clouded your mind as you saw Mattheo with Astoria.

Your sight faltered onto Theo and Pansy, the only two people aware of your feelings and realised they both gave you an apologetic look.

You glared at a nearby wall as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

That's when you also realised that you did indeed have feelings for Mattheo.

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The summer holidays seemed to fly by and as the end neared, so did multiple mixed emotions about how to feel about what you had witnessed 3 months ago. Astoria and Mattheo. They were together till the end of the term and even sat together on the Hogwarts Express.

You felt betrayed that your best friend of 6 years was willing to replace you with a girl he'd known for 5 seconds. You sat with Pansy and Theo as you blasted Taylor Swift in your earphones. Music always calmed you down. Especially Taylor Swift songs.

As you and your friends: Theo, Pansy, Draco and Blaise walked out of the express you saw Mattheo was alone. What happened with Astoria, you wondered. That girl was practically on top of him 24/7 so seeing him alone gave you some hope.

"Where's your girlfriend?" You asked as you elbowed him teasingly trying to hide your true intentions.

"We were never dating. I just realised I like someone else." Mattheo said. "That and she was a bit of a slut." He stated.

"Ooh whoo???" You asked, part of you hoping he'd say your name.

"Now that I cannot tell you." He replied.

"oh come on! Yes you can. I'm so trustworthy." You said.

"Promise you won't be... jealous." Mattheo said.

"Pfft me jealous? Never!" You said, not even believing yourself. See when you said you lied to people all the time? This is what you meant.

"Now, love, even you don't believe that." He said.

If he was talking about you, why would you be jealous. Unless-

"I'll tell you later. In the astronomy tower." Mattheo said.

"Damn someone's trying to be discreet. Are you sure you're not planning to murder me?" You asked, half joking.

"No, if I was planning on murdering you, I would've done it a long time ago."

You glared at him unamused.

"When?" You asked him

"What?" He said bewildered.

"when are we meeting in the astronomy tower?"

"Oh, midnight." Mattheo said

"3am Edition?" You joked.

"What? Ohh" Mattheo said laughing slightly at the joke.

"Uh I don't get it." Lorenzo said, scaring you a bit as you weren't aware of his presence.

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It was midnight and you were nervous about going to the astronomy tower. As you entered, you couldn't see Mattheo anywhere so you unconciously started picking on your hangnails.

You hear footsteps which startles you.

"Huh? Oh uh hi." You said realising Mattheo was there

"hey! didn't know you were going to be here." he said jokingly. He saw you pick on your hangnails and gently grabbed your hand.

"Very funny." You said. You had to admit you were slightly chuckling when saying that.

"I think it's strange that you think I'm funny because she never did." he quoted a Taylor Swift lyric.

"Aww you listened to Taylor Swift to flirt with me. You know me so well." You said, pretending to be touched by his gesture.

"That dress looks nice on you." He said smiling.

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off." You winked at him.

He chuckled slightly.

"Soooo who do you like?" You asked.

"what? Oh uh I thought it was pretty obvious. You."

"Oh thank god, it would have been really embarrassing for me otherwise." You stated sighing with relief.

"So uh, tomorrow 5?" He asked.

"In the morning? Damn someone can't wait." You joked.

"No uh evening. Wait of course you know." He replied almost as if he realised that while saying the sentence.

"I'm actually going to Hogsmeade with Pansy tomorrow." You said looking guilty.

He looked disappointed. "Could you cancel? Wait no that's selfish of me. When are you coming back?" He asked.

"Nah don't worry it's not selfish, I can cancel."

"Awww you like me more than Pansy." He stated, looking proud.

"No, I like you more than Hogsmeade."

"So tomorrow 5?" He confirmed.

"Wreck my plans, that's my man." You said having wanted to use that before.

He smiled before he slammed his lips against yours. The kiss was better than you expected. And this time you weren't lying to yourself.

#taylor swift #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoriddlexreader #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #harry potter #harry potter imagine

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mouschiwrites · 2 months

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congrats on 400 & i'm so happy to be here!!!

for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!

i've been craving soft comfort qwq

- 🍡

Here you are love!

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection

Kyle

Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship

So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious

"Kyle, you're so pretty."

He'll just blink at you for a second

When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real

And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully

He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:

"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."

It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard

He actually really loves when you surprise him like that

He will be thinking about it for the next week at least

He'll totally zone out, too—just replaying that moment over and over in his mind

A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little

He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it

Stan

He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first

Especially if it just comes out of the blue

"I love you, Stan."

He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline

When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little

"You're... being serious?"

He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you

He struggles with insecurity :(

No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him

But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters

He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)

And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze

Be prepared for a bear hug :D

And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder

Butters

It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking

He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking

And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment

So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection

"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."

He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly

"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"

Cue the tooth-rotting fluff

This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...

It is very cheesy

But Butters LIVES for it

He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)

Kenny

I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions

And matching them as soon as he's aware

So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you

He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything

"I'm so in love with you."

You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight

Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally

It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return

"I'm in love with you, too."

Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight

Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms

Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing

Cartman

He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)

Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you

"I love you more than you even know."

He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters

He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you

"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."

In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon

And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least

Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist

Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:

"I love you more, stupid."

He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)

Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)

Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #butters stotch #butters stotch x reader #butters x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #kenny mcormick #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny x reader

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huexuri · 3 months

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⊹ what are we? (fem!reader x gyu)

NSFW, MDNI!

warnings: fem!reader, college au, crying (not dacryphilia), slight body worshipping, size kink mentions, bsf!beomgyu

note: gyu looks so fucking good in the photos above i'm so wet (i'm menstruating.) and also i was gonna end this as fluff but why stop there when u can have so much more right

you finally arrive to your same old eyesore of a college building, drained and exhausted which was very painfully obvious by the way your eyebags were heavier than usual and the way you didn't even bother to make your hair like you usually did — just slapping on a claw clip like a hair tie and your hair is falling apart each step you take. your shirt is crumpled because you didn't bother to iron it, and your heavy ass bag is barely staying on your shoulder as you have to readjust it every 5 seconds.

you really didn't want to come today, but you don't have a choice. your legs hurt and your eyelids are uneven and you're sighing the entire way to your hostel. you being in horrible shape, swearing to yourself that if someone asked you if you were okay, you'd burst into tears and start having a breakdown in the middle of your lecture. and your best friend beomgyu noticed this, being the only one watching you as you walk through the hallways lazily.

finally settling all the mess that followed you this morning, you head to the bathroom to try to look presentable. putting your hair in an actual ponytail and curling your lashes while smothering on some of your lip balm, you finally collect yourself and head out, just to bump into another student, standing at the end of the hallway seemingly waiting for someone.

"oh my god- ugh! i'm really so sorry, today has just been a rough one, i'm so blur right now—" you mutter out frantically, accidentally knocking the little strawberry protein bar off their hand and onto the floor.

"girl!! it's okay, it's me! it's gyu, don't worry oh my gosh.." beomgyu giggled slightly at your anxiousness and picked up the protein bar. brushing the dust off of the plastic packaging, he hands it to you.

you take some time to regain yourself — you're about to cry because of how bad your day is starting, but realizing that it's beomgyu that you bumped into after seeing static, you finally let out a sigh of relief.

"oh.... um what's this gyu??" you take the protein bar from him. it's your favourite strawberry protein bar that you always stole from beomgyu because you didn't know where he got it.

"it's for you, i know how much you liked it so i bought a separate bar for you. you seemed really tired so i thought that it'd help a bit." your friend said casually, patting your shoulder as reassurance.

"i'm not tired!" you said frustratedly, "just... today's not going well, i—"

"i can see right through you, i know you're not okay. just eat it, and i'll see you in class. okay?" he pecks at your forehead so casually as if he does it on a daily basis. this was the first time he'd ever done that, and you can't lie, butterflies swarmed in your churning stomach.

beomgyu starts to walk away as you stare at him in disbelief for a good 5 seconds, before shouting a weak "stop!.." his way, and his head turns right at you.

running to him while stuffing the bar into your pocket of your sweatpants, you hug him so tightly, the warmth of his body and the plush of his hoodie feeling like silk on your skin.

when he bends down to return the hug, your head in the crook of his neck, you finally break down onto him, beads of salty tears staining his hoodie.

"i'm so sorry, i don't even know why i'm c-crying." you mutter, even more muffled when you speak into the cloth but he still understood you.

"hey, hey, shh.. it's gonna be okay. what about we hang out later, or like.. i bring you shopping, or... do you need water? what do you need? it'll be okay, please don't cr—"

"i need you.." you reply hastily, sniffling, and arms wrapped around him tighter than before.

"after the lesson, okay? okay pretty? don't cry, you're so strong." beomgyu replies, his big hands patting the small of your back. he always called you pretty as a supportive friendly "go girl!" way, but it felt so different when he reassured you, it felt so genuine. it made you feel prettier than he'd usually do. you felt like his pretty girl.

pulling apart from his embrace, you nod and sniffle, your nose and eyes red as he cups your face and wipes your tears away with his thumb, sweetly caressing your face.

the both of you finally calm down and you walk to class together. you don't know how to see him now, is he still your friend or are you both more than that? maybe he was just being affectionate because he's a supportive friend, but what kind of friend would—

snapping out of your thoughts as you both arrive to your seats, gyu being seated next to you. he admires you as you munch on the protein bar he gave you, even breaking off a piece for him.

your lecturer is talking but all you can think about is his arm around your chair, lightly fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt. your head is rested comfortably on his shoulder and you're really trying your best to take notes. but it's hard when you both are so close like this, it's like another side of him has revealed to you the moment you started sobbing. you're not complaining. it feels great to have someone like him as a.... friend?

classes finally ended, and the both of you meet up again, planning to go to a shopping mall to cheer you up. you already did feel better after he hugged you, but beomgyu kept insisting he'd bring you out to eat all the bingsu you want, and that it'd be on him. how can you ever decline that?

the both of you had the best day at the shopping mall, and the both of you even took little polaroid photos together.

hopping in his car, preparing to return to the both of your designated hostels, there's the sound of the car engine revving and the both of you sigh after what seemed to be .. sort of a date.

but there was still an aching question that never faded from the back of your head that you'd ought to ask him since this morning.

"what are we?"

you hadn't realized you just said it out loud. when he replies you, you slightly shiver.

"wanna find out?" he replies to you as he started to drive.

"..."

there was a silence for a few minutes. it wasn't awkward, but rather as if he gave you time to ponder.

"can i kiss you?" you blurted out, breaking the silence.

beomgyu swerved and parked at a remote place. it was dark outside and the city lights are miles away.

"what are you waiting for?" beomgyu looked at you with expectancy in his glistening brown eyes.

looking around hesitantly, hoping that nobody would see you guys, beomgyu lifts your chin with his soft hands, waiting for an answer.

"i-i don't know," you muttered.

"then go on, kiss me, pretty girl." beomgyu smiled at you with reassurance.

you closed your eyes as he pulled you close. his cold lips met yours and one of your palm cups his cheek as the other grip on his fluffy hair. your noses touch and beomgyu sighs as he sinks into you, now torso on top of yours, the both of you decide to take it to the backseat.

not breaking the kiss in this entire 20 seconds as your tongues play fight with each other, your mouth taking his lips in, his teeth gliding onto your lips. you sloppily let go of the kiss as a string of saliva connects your lips with his. you're both catching breaths and panting slowly, gazing at each other with awe.

"what are we now?" you say, almost in a whisper.

"is this not enough to answer your question?" beomgyu says while wiping his mouth.

"i don't think so.." you coo, and a pretty grin replaces beomgyu's tireless expression.

running your fingers down his torso and trailing little kisses down his clothed pecs, getting closer and closer to his bud, you look up at him, eyeing him with consent and he nods.

you lift his shirt up to reveal his toned body that he always hid under his baggy shirts. you praise his body with your love and finally, you lay a tongue on his bud. hands on his chest as his shirt's folds rest on the top of your head. you draw little circles with your tongue around his bare nipple and he sighs at that, his back arching away from the car seat for a bit before laying on the car seat again, head thrown back after looking at the lovely sight from above.

you do the same to his other nipple, painting it wet with your spit before letting go and slowly making your way down to his waistband, getting dangerously close to his erection that grew the more you came closer.

beomgyu strokes your hair and tucks your face framing piece behind your ear, with hope that you'll quickly help his aching boner already..

tracing his v-line with your soft fingers and tugging at his waistband before gazing up at his pretty features, waiting for permission.

beomgyu eagerly nods his head, eyes glossy with plead.

"please, go on.." he whispers impatiently, his cock already seeming to want to burst out of his pants.

"okay, okay." you giggle softly and unzip his pants, pulling it and bunching it up towards you, only to be met with the sight of his throbbing cock, the only barrier between you and him being the thin polyester of his boxers.

he's bigger than you expected. it felt odd that you'd be thinking about your best friend's cock now that it's in front of you. once you struggle to pull down his boxers, immediately his cock springs out and slightly hits his own stomach. now, with much ease you continue to pull down his boxers and... well, you're not even sure if you can take him whole.

with a final knowing look at him, beomgyu gives you the green light as he adjusts his position to rest his back.

he gasps as you take him in your mouth, the feeling of your warmth enveloping his shaft is exhilarating to him.

"s-shit,... that feels so..." beomgyu murmured, his eyebrows in a slight frown. his eyes lustrous, looking at your pretty face as you sink down on him.

he loses himself in the pleasure,, moaning softly and thrusting upward into each stroke of your mouth. he gently fists at your hair — eyes fluttering shut as his mouth grows agape, whimpers escaping him now and then.

you on the other hand; you're hollowing your cheeks so you can take him as much as you can, despite his almost unnatural size and girth. the beads of precum that slide effortlessly down your throat each time you lower your head onto him and his slit taps the back of your throat.

"d-does it feel good?" you mumble, with him still in your mouth.

"fuck yes it does, i..." beomgyu's eyes roll backwards when you basically swallow his cock. "you're so good at this, h-how.. oh my— holy shit,"

you start to increase your pace at his words, bubbles of spit collecting at the back of your throat, coating the entirety of his quivering tip, slightly gagging on it.

"oh my fucking god."

beomgyu's whispers send you to heaven on earth. his pretty shaking voice is like candy for your ears. the sight of his sweaty hair falling in front of his eyes, his lips drying up because it'd been slightly parted for so long. finally licking his lips and bucking his hips up into you, you can feel his pelvis stutter, and you know he's going to squirt into your mouth, so you prepare — positioning yourself to sink onto him before he—

"fuck, cummin', a-aah—"

hot cum spurts down your throat and with ease, you take it all. his hips buck up to pump it all out of him and his grip on your hair loosens.

you finally let go of his cock along with the breath you'd been holding for god knows how long. stretching his boxers over his cock and then his pants, you crawl onto him with one final kiss so he'd taste himself off of you.

"today wasn't a bad day after all hm?" beomgyu smiled, his hand rubbing your upper back as if to release the tension from your previous position.

"not anymore, now that i can confirm that we're more than just best friends." you return the smile gently.

"yeah, we're best best friends!" beomgyu teased.

"gyu!! oh my god, you little rat..."

#xuri writes #txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu x reader #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts

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purplekissinger · 5 months

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Hungry heart

Your yandere is the 'hide the zombie bite' type of guy.

TW: yandere themes, disease themes (if that makes you nervous please proceed with caution. I personally wrote this to cope with fear of zombie virus). Angst at first, wholesome then. Also my english is hrr drr eww.

‘I bet my ass you were bitten,’ you said coldly.

One couldn’t look at Michael without tears. From the very morning he looked… unwell. He clearly had a fever, and a strong one; despite this, he did his best to cheer you up and even tried to make awkward jokes, but when he thought you weren’t looking, he would quickly roll up the sleeve of his sweater and look at his wrist anxiously. His (more so than usual) erratic behavior made it straight up obvious. You put two and two together easily and played along with him for a while, but honestly? All this would be charming if it weren't lethal.

It seemed impossible for Michael to blush any more than he already was, and yet he managed.

‘Biten?! What do you mean?’ his nervous laughter turned into a strained cough, but he immediately pulled himself together. ‘It's because of the flu, right? Y/N, I swear, I’m just a bit under the weather. Yesterday it was terribly cold…’

‘In the middle of July?’ you raised an eyebrow. ‘By the way, since when do you wear sweaters in the summer?’

‘I love this sweater, after all, you gave it to me!’ Michael exclaimed passionately. Well, at least that was true. ‘Our 32nd date, remember?’ he added dreamingly.

‘Don’t change the subject, Michael, you’re being ridiculous,’ said you tiredly. That was hell of a night, with him, covered in cold sweat, restless and moaning, clinging to you like there's no tomorrow (and there probably wasn't). ‘Please, show me your arm. Just let me see the bite and be over it.’

Michael hid his arm behind the back quickly and forced a smile. He never was a good liar.

'Y/N, honey, you h-have to believe me,' he choked on his own words with another cough, much stronger this time, and that cough was louder than words. When he could breathe again, you looked straight into his eyes, and whatever he read on your face made him let out a small sob.

“Michael,” you said with an unusual harshness in your voice. If he chose to be a little whiner, you should have taken responsibility for you two. “I'm literally traveling through abandoned cities with my crazy stalker who just won't shut up about how exactly he was obsessing over me before the zombie apocalypse. Is there anything else left that we are hiding from each other?”

He shook his head, unable to speak.

“Was that a yes or no?”

“No,” Michael whispered and, with a gesture full of despair, hid his burning face in his hands. His shoulders shuddered slightly.

You took a small step forward and reached your hand forward as if to comfort him.

“Michael,” you whispered. “Michael, hush, please.”

He peeked at you through his fingers with both horror and hope. You finally placed your hand on his shoulder and gently stroked it.

“Hush, no need to twitch. Unlike someone, I don’t bite,” you smiled weakly. And at that moment he finally lost it and burst into tears in full force. You held him tightly, hugging him with all your strength, feeling his fever rise and knowing that even now you would never leave him. Especially now.

* * *

“I thought you were above the “hiding a zombie bite” trope,” you joked awkwardly as you bandaged Michael’s arm with a clean cloth. At this point it wouldn't help him any more than a bar of chocolate, but at least he'd spend this day as a human being and not as a scared abandoned pet.

“I am, in fact,” he said and gave you a small smile. “Would it be any other group of survivors, I wouldn’t hide it.”

"Oh?!" you poked his shoulder playfully. “Do you particularly hate me or what?”

"No, not at all!" he said quickly. His mood seemed to have changed for the better now. “Not at all, Y/N, really. I... just don't want this to end. I don’t want us to end.”

He definitely needed painkillers. You turned to the cabinet where the medications were kept.

"Explain yourself."

“Everything... Absolutely everything was going so perfectly,” Michael said sadly. “You and I are finally together, alone in the whole world. Everything was as I always dreamed. You have only me, I have only you, no one and nothing can separate us and we will never part. It was heaven. I just didn't want this to end. Not now, not ever. Y/N, I swear, I have never been happier than during the zombie apocalypse.”

“My friend, you're not right in the head,” you rolled your eyes.

He grinned. “Tell me something I don't know. But really, I was utterly happy all this time. Were you?" he looked up at you.

“You can be funny sometimes,” the corner of your mouth twitched.

“Was funny,” he sighed. “I think this is how we should say it now.”

“No, this isn’t,” you said sternly. “Open your mouth now and drink this. That's it, good boy. What if you come back as a friendly zombie?”

Michael laughed in disbelief. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “No matter how much I adore you now, I will forget everything very soon. I'll be just as dead as before I met you, only… deader. Although, of course, the thought of eating you has always been tempting...”

“You’re terrible,” you snorted. "No, seriously though. I’m positive that something will remain? You may not be able to learn nuclear physics, but you will remember at least something, and, of course, I will help you with this.”

The meaning of your words did not reach him right away. Then Michael shook his head furiously.

“Y/N, no,” he said pleadingly. “Don't even think about it. It's too dangerous."

"Why not?" you shrugged. If he chose to be a little whiner, all you have left was to save both of you. “We’ll find you a nice collar and gag. Would you prefer it pink or black?”

“This is not a joke,” he protested, and then he realized that you weren’t joking.

…You sat there, hugging each other, thinking about tomorrow with horror, but also with hope.

“Promise me,” Michael whispered. “I don’t care if it’s pink or black, but it should have a “Y/N's Personal Property” tag.’

You kissed his cheek tenderly.

"Promise".

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #zombie apocalypse #zombie x reader #yandere zombie #tw yandere #as an author i swear he did came back as a friendly zombie and everything was fine #warm bodies but on crack #what is this even

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codenameredkrystalmatrix · 17 days

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Made with Love- Miguel O’Hara x FemReader

You could always trust him to bring the perfect close to a day at the café.

"Alright folks, keep it up. I want you all out of my place by 6 o'clock sharp!"

Translation: I know it's been a busy week, so I want you all to get some time off. I'll clean up here.

You smiled, joining in the teasing "Yes, sir, manager, sir!" with your co-workers. Isaac groaned, keeping up his unsmiling exterior.

Tables to wait, orders to write, customers to chat with- why hadn't Amanda made the amaretto yet? Oh, Jayce was here for his pound cake- did they have enough pumpkin for the muffins?

Yep, the post work rush was in full swing.

There was strain in your legs and and a bit of a rasp to your voice, but you wouldn't trade this for the world. Seeing people's faces light up when they tried something new, or close their eyes in contentment when they had their old favourites- this was your little slice (pun absolutely intended) of heaven. Although, there was one more thing that could have made it perf- oh crud!

"I have to do deliveries!"

"Nope! My turn!" Daniel gave you a two-fingered salute before putting on a bike helmet. "Check the roster!"

When you did look, he was right. Huh. You were certain it was yours, but you dismissed it. There was plenty to do inside.

The tide of activity ebbed and flowed as the hours wore on. As always, the hustle and bustle eased as daylight faded. The heat of many bodies crowded in one little café dissipated. Newcomers and regulars alike bid their goodbyes, and you could finally catch your breath.

You'd been sitting in the back kitchen when it happened. Dani called your name in that unmistakable singsong. “Someone’s here for you!”

He came? Your heart soared. It had been a while since Miguel last visited you on work. You could have your little evening ritual together.

You headed into the employee fridge, and picked up your packages, hoping he'd like the treats you'd chosen. As per store policy, employees got some of the goods that hadn't sold immediately to minimize waste. They were all well-kept, so there was no fuss about it. The rest would be donated wherever they could bring smiles.

Speeding into Entering the main dining area again, you saw the tall, mocha-toned man you loved smiling at you. “What brings you here, stranger?”

Reaching out, he slid his hands around your torso, guiding you into his chest for a gentle hug. “I missed you too.”

Hands occupied, you burrowed in with the rest of your body and smiled.

“How's work?”

“Busy. I thought you had all those new contracts to review, Mr. CEO!”

He stepped back slightly, the golden light dancing in his curls and giving a warm tone to those mahogany eyes.

“Sólo quería ver tu bonita cara.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Isaac tap the sign before heading out back. It featured a crossed-out can, then a crossed-out plate of noodles. Customers were told that it was the store policy on fast food. Your dear co-workers who knew the truth, however, snickered.

You huffed, deciding you'd ignore them all.

Once comfortable at a table, you produced your personal favourites, plus his cheesecake bars and mangonada sorbet from the bag. "I had to fight my way through Melinda and Sean for those, so enjoy them!"

"Your trials will be remembered, noble knight." He smirked, tasting the sorbet and giving a satisfied hum. You took a spoon and delved into your own treats, already feeling more relaxed.

The two of you fell into the comfortable rhythm of conversation, jokes, and the occasional silence. Given he worked in a much bigger business, there was always some new project opera-worthy employee drama to discuss- told in his sarcastic, deadpan style that made you laugh to tears. You'd won the jackpot, my friend.

During a lull, one of Miguel's hands rested on the table as he reclined. An idea came. With a burst of courage and affection, you took his hand with both your own, lifted it to your lips and kissed it gently. You whispered what you wanted to say in Spanish, so he'd truly understand how much you appreciated him.

"Cada vez que se vuelve demasiado pesado, pienso en casa y pienso en ti."

A tiny gasp escaped his plump, parted lips, before his expression melted to fondness. The hand in your grasp moved to cradle your cheek. Leaning over, Miguel left a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then cheek, then trailed butterfly kisses down your neck.

"No sabes lo feliz que me hace, mi tesoro."

Shivers ran down your spine at the feeling of his lips. You'd reached up to pull him closer, but a tiny voice in your head reminded you of the sign.

You sighed, trying to think past the lightheadedness he always caused. “My…erm...boss doesn’t want us to…”

Miguel laughed, pulling back and looking at you one more time. “Let’s go home, then.”

Nodding enthusiastically, you went to get the rest of your belongings. The roster lay on its usual shelf, and you signed your name before leaving...wait. For all the other weeks, today really was supposed to be the day you you did deliveries. That sneaking Isaac had reassigned you so you could see Miguel more often. You shook your head, both amused and grateful.

As you headed out together, Miguel smiled to himself. One day, he’d tell you each secret and regret that weighed on him. He trusted you. But for now, he’d enjoy these happy days.

Translations:

“Sólo quería ver tu bonita cara.” : I just wanted to see your pretty face.

"Cada vez que se vuelve demasiado pesado, pienso en casa y pienso en ti." : Every time it becomes too much to bear, I think of home and I think of you.

"No sabes lo feliz que me hace, mi tesoro." : You don't know how happy that makes me, my treasure.

(Please accept my humble offering to the community. *runs back into the forest on all-fours.*)

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lazyalani · 5 months

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| Diluc Ragnvindr × [GN!Reader]

| With Me

| hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, open ending, hopeful ending, short, reader was taken in by diluc, they were both hurt :')

| Summary: When the death of his father tears both of them apart, he leaves to escape the pain, leaving her to grieve alone. So what becomes of them when he comes back?

| Genshin Impact Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

you're the ground my feet won't leave

You sat on the roof of your home, knees up to your chest and hands supporting your face, leaning on your knees.

Mondstadt really is beautiful, and at nights like this, you find yourself being more entranced by the city. The wind is slightly cold on your skin, running through your hair. It was refreshing.

The quietness, the peacefulness, the wind, the sky, the night. It allowed you to clear your head. To breath, and then think calmly.

Five months.

It has been five months since your red haired childhood sweetheart had returned.

You had been on a mission with Kaeya when you heard the news of his return. The captain had offered to take more duties with you or rest, whichever you needed. You appreciated his concern, really. But the thing is,

You didn't even know what to feel.

You didn't even know what you expected yourself to be feel. Sometimes, you did think about what could possibly be your reaction when he comes back. Would you be sad? Angry? Relieved? Would you lash out and accuse him? Would you hug him and cry? You told yourself you'd just know when it comes.

But even now, you don't.

When you heard he'd returned, you hadn't felt anything but surprise.

So you politely declined your captain's offers and continued the mission despite his subtle concern.

And now, here you are.

You just came back from the mission and quickly came to your roof for a sense of peace, hoping you'd find an emotion to feel of his return.

You had tried to ignore it, really. The cavalry captain advised if you didn't know what to feel then you could just stoo wondering and continue what you've been doing for the past years. You really tried. But it just didn't sit right with you. Your mind wouldn't let you be.

But who knew you'd find the answer when you look at him face to face?

There was a thud on your roof, lightly shaking it, indicating someone had arrived.

so if you're lonely,

You didn't need to look back to know who it was. You could recognize his presence anywhere.

"Master Diluc, what are you doing here in this time of the night?" You spoke after a few seconds of silence, still looking infront.

You felt footsteps until he sat on your side, mimicing your position. Just like when you were kids.

You stoned your heart even more, keeping the kind smile on your face. You could not let your emotions get in the way of your life again.

Not that you even know what you're feeling anyway.

"We need to talk, don't we?" He sighs and stares infront too.

You tried not to flinch. He does everything just like how he used too.

You hummed, still keeping that smile. "Alright."

That silence was back again.

".... I'm sorry."

This time, you were the one who stayed silent, still staring at the stars, your feet unconciously dangling themselves on the roof and swinging back and forth in anxiousness.

You were afraid of this conversation.

Not because you aren't over it yet, but because you didn't know what to say to him. Should you just smile and tell him it's fine? Should you let those pent up feelings burst all at once? Yell? Blame? Walk away? But you knew doing any of those would do nothing but create new issues.

So you sighed and let everything flow calmly. "I was hurt." You didn't think you needed to say it because you knew he knew, but you wanted to rub it a little more. "I was hurt and confused. I was hurt because you left without notice, without a warning, without saying anything, without a trace. I was confused because you left me without saying even just something. Not an explanation, not even a goodbye. I was hurt because did you think I wasn't trustworthy enough to talk you? Wasn't I enough to be a shoulder to cry on? Did you think I'd just burden you even more?" The pain was there, but there was no malice. Because you knew you couldn't blame him even if you wanted to. No, he was more precious to you than that.

darling, you're glowing

He shifted closer again. Just a little bit closer, he thought. "That's not it, [Name]."

"Then what is it, Diluc?"

"I know, this sounds the typical excuse, but it's the only way to explain it, and it's the only reason I have. It wasn't about you not being enough, it's not about you not being trustworthy, not you being a good friend, because you were every opposite of those. You were— still are, more to me than that." He closed his eyes, he was starting to get emotional again. But he can't let himself be weak anymore. He still needed to give you an explanation. He still needed to get you— whatever you had before, back.

You stayed quiet and let all his words process into your head, letting your mind sink in all the answers you oh so wanted and needed for years.

"It was about me. It was about what I felt about everything but you. Everything was just too much for me, [Name]. We were just kids and I, I couldn't believe, I never even imagined something like that would happen. That we would ever end up in that kind of situation. No one was ready. And everything exploded all at once, I couldn't handle it, and I couldn't do anything but blame it on him. I couldn't do anything but run away and try to make myself feel better, all by myself because I didn't want to feel the same betrayal again." The memory relived in his mind again, but he pushed it away. Because he still needed to tell you everything. Because he couldn't let everything fade away because of his cowardice and emotions.

"You were all I had, Diluc. You were literally everything to me. I didn't know if I should blame myself for being too dependent on you or blame you for leaving. But you took me in when I was nothing but a pest in this world and my heart had no choice but to cling to you to have a reason to live. And when you left I— I just— I d-don't know—" Your voice cracked again and again and before you knew it, you were shaking and crying.

And then before you knew it, you were in his arms, feeling the same comfort, the same security, the same lips on your forehead, and the same feelings.

if you're lonely,

Oh god, you were weak against him. Almost pathetic, really.

"It was my fault. It was my fault. You— never blame yourself for my own fault. I was just hurting so much that I forgot that you needed me. And when I realized it was a jerk move to leave you alone for long I was scared you might've already hated me. I needed to steel my heart in case you had already decided to blame and hate me. I was a coward. To scared to be hurt again so I chose to stay away."

You shook your head. "I understand. I understand you needed the time away, why else am I not screaming at you for leaving me right now?" You let out a small chuckle in between your sobs. "You needed time to breathe and me being your responsibility won't make it better. I needed to learn how not to rely on you all the time. Maybe— maybe this was our lesson."

He hummed.

You both bathed in calm and peaceful silence for a while, giving each other time to process and breathe, him still rubbing your back comfortingly— as if saying 'i'm here now'.

"I understand if you don't want to get associated with me again. I did hurt you still, no matter what my reason is. It's perfectly reasonable for you to not want me in your life anymore." You were about to say something when he had gestured for you to stop and kept on talking. "All I ask for you is to listen to me this one last time." You nodded.

"Please, if you can't stand me anymore, atleast let me love you, even from just these stupid glances and watching you smile."

Ah, you felt your eyes water again.

"I can't ask of you to bring back what we once had. But all I ask from you is to let me make it up to you and show you that you do mean something to me. I know this is out of character for me, but I don't want to make mistakes again."

You wanted to roll your eyes at the world. Archons, why are you so weak when it comes to this man?

You took his hand and let out a watery smile. "It's been years, Diluc. I can't say I love you as much as I did before, nor as much as you do to me, but I know I still some spark left."

He finally let out a smile. And it almost made you melt.

"So show me, Master Diluc."

come be lonely with me

a/n: oh my god it's been so long since I posted. I'm a bit rusty so please forgive me :')

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swiss-mrs · 2 months

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Chapter Five: Match Made In Music

Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!POC!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

*Masterlist, Series Warnings, Additional Series/Reader Info, and Posting Schedule.*

Chapter Warnings: Slow Burn, Domestic Duo, Mentions/Depictions of Slight Breakdown (Eddie Comforts), Mutual Pining

Witnessing you sing and create music was quite the sight to see, and to be a part of that process so intimately set alight something inside of Eddie. His last full day in New York was spent as many others before. He loved being able to be so domestic with you. He woke up to a sleepy you, usually in the kitchen already trying to wake yourself with morning caffeine, or, if he was lucky, he'd meet you right at the bottom of the stairs, still half asleep and yawning. The ‘bottom of the stairs’ you was the closest he'd been to waking up next to you, and it made his heart burst with happiness every time he'd see you like that. He was never really a morning person before, but that experience got him waking up early. Only if Wayne could see him now.

You were currently in the booth with your headphones on and your eyes closed, bopping to the music playing. This song was heavily inspired by the 80s, mixing together a darkwave synth sound with a classic rock sound. It had grown to be one of yours and Eddie's favorites. You and Eddie had completely written and composed the song yourselves. The lyrics told a story. It was a story of heartbreak and of letting go. It held everything you never got to say to your first love. It pictured all the pain and betrayal you'd felt, the love you still held, but in the end, it was a story about how you realized to let go of something that wasn't meant to be.

You were adding the last few ad libs to the song. Your voice was struggling not to break. It was clear that you were lost in emotion, but it was so powerful. It was anger. It was pain. It was relief. Eddie had chills.

The music ended and there were a few seconds of silence between you two. You were struggling to keep it together, brows furrowed together, your eyes squeezed shut, and your breath heavy. Eddie stared at you through the glass with wide sad eyes. A tear that escaped your eyelashes broke him from his trance. He was quick to jump up from his chair and rush into the booth. He maneuvered around the equipment to get too you, taking off your headphones, placing them on the stand next to you before encompassing you in his warmth. “No no no. Don't do that.” You protest, trying to push him off, but he doesn't let go.

“Why not?” He asks, confused above all else.

“I'm trying really hard to hold it together and you hugging me is just going to break the damn.” You have a determined look on your face, but Eddie doesn't care. He pulls you back into him, resting his cheek on the side of your head. Until this moment, you never truly realized how much taller he was than you. You've always kept a safe distance, making you believe you were close in height but being buried in his chest made you feel overwhelmed. It was safe.

“Let it out.” He says, barely above a whisper. It takes a few seconds. You try your hardest not to cry, but eventually, you just break down, sobbing and gasping for air against his chest. He only holds you tighter.

In any other circumstance, Eddie would've taken flight at the sight of someone breaking down. He usually felt awkward in these moments, like he had no idea what to do, but right now, he knew he just needed to hold you. His own brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. This was new to him, but he couldn't run away from you, not now. You needed him. It burned inside his chest. He would never leave you like this.

Your sobs eventually turn into wet sniffles. Eddie runs your back, gently rocking you side to side. “I've got you.” You sniffle and pull back a little to look up at him.

“Sorry.” You say. He looks down, confused.

“Sorry for what?”

“For this. You don't need to see me like this. Plus, I got your shirt all gross.” You say looking down at the tear stains on his chest. Eddie shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

“My shirt doesn't matter. Like I said, I'm here for you. Always. Through all the ups and downs from now on. Don't be sorry for it.” You practically go lump against him, leaning your weight on him, basically cuddling each other while standing at this point. You let out a deep sigh.

“I hate crying.” You pout. Eddie chuckles again, kissing your temple, causing a fire to start at the pit of your belly.

“I know. It sucks, but it's needed.” You two pull apart after a few more seconds. He leaves his arms loosely hanging around you, staring into your eyes. “I think we got enough takes for this one.” He starts to drag you out of the booth and to the other side of the glass.

“I think we may need to re-record it.” You scoff. He shakes his head.

“Nope. It was perfect.” He states. You look at him with furrowed brows. “You wanted to story tell, and this is a song about letting go of your first love. Besides the fact that you can clearly hear your emotions in your voice, it also sounds really good. Super metal.” He says with a comforting smile. You shake your head with a soft chuckle and look down at the computer screen. Your eyes widen, and you hideously hurriedly click the mouse a few times.

“You left it recording, dumbass.” You glare playfully. He avoids your eyes and shrugs.

“It's fiiine. Ain't nothin’ we can't fix.”

“I can fix.” You tease, raising a brow. Even though you've been down here for damn near a full week, Eddie still hasn't quite gotten the hang of the computer program, not even the basics. He shrugs again with a cute, childlike expression. You roll your eyes with a small grin and face the computer again to fix the prolonged recording.

After another 30 minutes of back and forth, cleaning up parts of the demo you'd just recorded. You spin in your chair to turn to Eddie. “Should we work on el finale?” You widen your eyes at him playfully with a small grin.

His brows raise, and he sits up straighter. “Already?” You let out a soft chuckle.

“Yes, we are already almost done, and it's only,” you look at the clock on your computer, “2:16. If we get the bones of this last song done, we'll still have the rest of the day to get in a final dinner out in town or something.” You wiggle your brows, swaying back and forth on your swivel chair. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

“I can't believe it.” He groans and flops back in his chair, throwing his hands over his face, middling his next sentence. “It's almost over.” He pouts sadly. His hands fall from his face, arms falling limp on either sides of his chair. “I can't believe I go back tomorrow. This week has gone by so fast, too fast.” His pout grows as he lifts his head to look at you with sad eyes. You give him a sad smile.

“Yeah, this week has been awesome.” You sigh and turn away from him. “Sucks that it has to come to an end.” You mumble more to yourself. You inhale deeply, clapping your hands together and rubbing them against one another. “The sooner we get this last demo done, the more time we'll have to ourselves before you go.”

Eddie's heart clenched. He wished time would just slow down or stop. He had Wayne waiting for him back home, all his friends, but if he could just stop time, he could ignore his responsibilities and live on in this blissful world with you. He sighs quietly at the unfortunate fact that he does not have that power. He claps his hands together in an attempt to hype himself up, “Alright, then, let's get her done.”

You guys had spent the next three hours recording and spiffing up your final demo. Thankfully, you’d gotten your more emotional songs out the way, so this last one left you both on a high. You looked at the clock on your computer. “5:30. I think we should call it.”

“But-”

“But nothing. Trust me. We could both spend the next 12 hours working on this song and even then it won’t feel ‘done’.” You raise a brow, daring him to continue protesting. Eddie sighs, letting you win. You are first to stand from your chair, Eddie following suit. “I say we leave it there. It’s definitely more than good enough to show the big wigs. Let’s go spend your last night outside my basement.” You smile. Eddie hops up.

“Let’s.” The remainder of that night was spent in that same blissful ignorance that Eddie longed to stay within. Hours spent simply talking, laughing, and existing with you. Eddie couldn’t recall the last time he ever felt so comfortable, so safe with someone. It was like he was around the one person he was missing his whole life. Everything that existed before you ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered. You were it. Quickly, Eddie couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, and, unbelievably, you felt the same.

You had experienced this before or so you thought. You never go into any relationship without the intention of it being life long. That’s one reason why your previous love hurt so much. It crushed you, destroyed your future. With Eddie, that familiar feeling of eternal bond loomed over every conversation. It was like the feeling you had with your bandmates, your family, but more. It left a bittersweet sting in your chest. Every glance, every smile, every touch was seared into your mind, branded on your soul. You couldn’t help but wonder, would he leave just like her? Would he one day realize that you were not meant to be a part of him forever?

That night was spent wordlessly dancing around feelings and questions.

The next morning came all too quickly. The drive to the airport was almost eerie. It was near silent. Neither of you wanted to speak, fearing that it would taint the perfect world you’d created over the last week. Thank heavens for the Black Sabbath album that filled the void.

Now, you silently stood in front of each other, just before the entrance to the TSA line. You inhale sharply, being the first to break the silence and the illusion. “Well,” You start, not really knowing what to say.

“Thank you.” Eddie buts in. His earnest tone grabs your attention. You look up to find nothing but longing and adoration. You wished you could be invisible at that moment. Why’d he have to look at you like that? Was he trying to get you to buy a plane ticket for yourself? You would if he asked.

You tilt your head curiously. “For what?”

“For everything. I…” He trails, “I have had the experience of a lifetime with you. You have no idea how much you’ve impacted me.” He places a hand over his heart. Those eyes.

“No.” you shake your head. “I don’t think you realize how much you’ve impacted me, Eddie.” His name falling from your lips was music to his ears. “You… I…” You sigh a humorless laugh, shaking your head at your failed attempt to find the right words. “I feel like I have so much to say, but I don’t know how to say it.” A calm grin grows on his lips.

“I know exactly what you mean.” He grabs your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. He could confess everything to you right now in the middle of the airport, but he’s stopped short by the obnoxious sound of a boarding announcement.

He bites his tongue, looking down then back up. His eyes tell the same story, but his smile is now a tight one, one you’d give to hide behind. “Until we meet again, Superstar.” He gives your hand one last squeeze before he lets go. The internal struggle with pulling away leaves his arm physically aching. You already miss the absence of him. You sigh and nod.

“Hopefully, it won’t be too far from now.” Your apparent dejection oddly fills Eddie's heart while simultaneously stinging his chest. You exchange a final sad smile before he rips himself away with much effort.

You stand there, watching him go through TSA, leaving you. Once he’s finally through, he turns back to you, waving wildly from the other side. His antics make you laugh. You have back just as wildly, his laugh just barely above the sound of the busy airport, but your ears instantly focus on the beautiful sound. You wait until he’s out of sight before frowning slightly, turning to leave.

Three weeks. Three whole weeks go by without a single call, without the sound of your voice speaking to him. He felt like a damn child the way this separation anxiety was hitting him. Three weeks later, you’d think the longing would pass, but here he is, blankly staring out the backseat window of Steve’s car. “What the shit, dingus!” A yell and a pothole knock Eddie back into reality.

“Hey, don’t blame me! Blame the asshole who chooses not to fix the roads in this damn park!” Steve and Robin bicker.

“If you know the roads are shit, why the fuck did you go out of your way to hit the damn thing!”

“It’s not like I was trying to fuck up my car!” Steve retorts just as he pulls up to Eddie’s trailer. “Here’s your stop, Munson.” He says, turning his attention to Eddie. Eddie opens the door, muttering a ‘thanks’.

“Jesus Christ, will you just call her already?!” Robin interjects before Eddie can leave. He gives her a look with a raised brow.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t ‘excuse me’ at me! You have been asking like a kicked puppy all week! It’s such a downer. Grow a pair and give Dream Girl a damn call.” She glares back at him. Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I can’t just call-”

“Like hell you can’t.” Steve joins in. “You’ve talked non-stop for months and stayed at her place for a whole week without making a move. If you want to miss out on your chance,” Steve raises his hands dismissively, “By all means. Drop the ball, Munson, but at least give her a damn call. Without her, you’ve been miserable and bottled up.”

“Call her.” Robin adds firmly. Eddie groans, all too eager to leave the car and this lecture.

“Good-bye, dickheads.” He slams the door closed. The muffled sound of Steve’s yells about ‘slamming his car doors’ could be heard all the way up to the trailer door. Eddie opens up the door and is met with the sight of his uncle, looking like he was just about to leave.

“Hey, kid.” Wayne greets.

“Hey, Wayne.”

“I was just about to head out to work, but I left some food for you in the fridge for when you get hungry.” Eddie walks a little further into the trailer, shrugging off his jacket.

“Thanks, Wayne.” he says as he tosses his jacket over the arm of the recliner sofa in the living room. “I swear to god, I’m gonna find something that will actually allow you to get a normal work and sleep schedule one day.” Wayne chuckles and shakes his head, his exhaustion and age failing to hide behind his small smile.

“Don’t worry about me, kid. You do what you can to have a happy life.” Wayne pauses just as he reaches for the handle to leave. “Oh, by the way, you got a voicemail.” The older man winks at his nephew and exits the trailer. His words and expression makes Eddie’s eyes widen. Eddie rushes into his room and goes straight for his phone, picking it up and dialing for voicemail as he takes a seat on his old mattress.

“Hey, Ed! Guess who.” Your soft laugh rings in his ears like the sweet reverb of a guitar. “Hey, uh, give me a call when you can. I got some good news! I want to hear your voice- Uh… Sorry, hope that isn’t weird, but, you know, I- I miss you, Rockstar. Anyway, yeah. Give me a call. You know the number. Beep.” The voicemail ends, and Eddie can’t help but feel as though his heart is going to break through his ribs and out his chest. You miss him. You want to hear his voice. You miss him.

Eddie quickly dials your number. Ring. Ring. Ring. The silence only heightens his anxiety. Shit, how long ago did you call? Were you even home? Was that from today or- “Hello?”

“Superstar!” Your laugh comes through the receiver, making quick work of a smile on Eddie’s face.

“Hey, Eddie.” Holy shit, he was going to burst. “You get my message?”

“Yes I sure did, beautiful. You miss me already?” As if he wasn’t dying without you by his side. He couldn’t see you, but he sure as hell felt your eyes roll.

“Shut up.” You pout. He could see the image of your face so clearly in his mind.

“What’s the good news?” He continues with a chuckle.

“Well, first off, I’m sorry I’ve been completely MIA for the last couple weeks. I genuinely had zero concept of time since you left.” Your confession causes his heart to grow painfully.

“It’s okay, love.” It wasn’t, but you were calling now, so the absence of you was completely erased.

“Besides that, I was finally able to play the demos we did for the band. Everyone loved what we did.” Your smile was evident in your voice. “We just presented the second draft of it to the big wigs this morning.” You pause for dramatic effect. “They also loved it.” Eddie cheers, jumping up from his seat position. He jumps up and down a couple times. He yells your name into the phone, causing you to laugh.

“That’s- Oh my god, that’s awesome!”

“Yes! I also told them about you, and you’re officially going to be listed and a writer and co-producer of the album!” Eddie feels like he’s going to faint. This is all too good to be true.

“You're kidding.” He sighs out in disbelief.

“Nope.” You drag out the ‘N’ in the word. “With 100% honesty.” Eddie lets out a shocked chuckle, speechless. “Speaking of album credits. We’re going to be having an album release party in Cali on the 15th. Will you come? All paid. You can invite friends, if you want.” As if he needed any convincing.

‘Yes! Of course! I’ll be there!” He falls backward onto his screeching bed. He sighs happily. “I can’t believe this is happening right now. You have no idea.” You chuckle.

“Trust me. I do, in fact, have an idea.” You both pause in a comfortable silence. “Hey, Eddie?” You know he’s still on the line, but you ask anyway.

“Yeah?”

“I-” The silence is loud and long, so much so that Eddie’s brows furrow, heart absolutely pounding in his chest.

“Superstar?” He pulls the phone away from his face, looking at it confused. “Angel? Hello?” He waits a few more seconds but is only met with more silence. He sits up. “What the fuck?” He puts the phone down in its base, hanging it up, before picking it back up, only to be met with silence instead of the usual dial tone. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He says, angrily slamming the phone down before throwing himself back on the back. Either the phone just so happened to break at the worst possible moment, or, more likely, the phone bill had gone unpaid for too long. Great, this was now going to eat him alive. What were you about to say?

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writingsbychlo · 11 months

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I always see writings about short reader and taller male characters (I love them). If requests are open, could you write reader x Az, is she too tall for a fae? (Like just a few inches shorter than him)

Disregard if I don't like or are not open to requests. My english is kinda messed up, so forgive any mistakes and thank you ! 🤭🩷

Some days, insecurities still got the better of you. Some days, things you long thought you'd come to terms with, gotten over, still lingered on your mind. Some days, your thoughts strayed out, to everything around you, and it seemed like the world was playing against you.

As you watched Cassian wrap Nesta up in his arms, making all of her tall stature seem tiny, today was one of those days. You'd always been tall, always been someone other girls had to look up at to speak to, always been the one who avoided heels and stand at the back of the group.

Even so, as Cassian grinned at her playful scowl and wrapped her up even tighter, your throat was thick as you swallowed back emotions, noting how even tall Nesta, with her larger-than-life personality and sky-high attitude, seemed so small.

You never felt like that.

As you finished packing away your things, trying not to let emotions overtake you, blinking back tears of anger and frustration, an arm wrapped around your waist. Like a soothing balm over burns, it was enough to calm you a little, rough fingertips dipping underneath the edge of your training shirt to smooth over your bare skin.

With a calming sigh, you stood back up, swinging your bag over the other shoulder, as Azriel curled you into his side. A soft smile sat on his pretty pink lips, and you leaned in, barely having to tip your head up at all to let your lips meet, and that thought soured the act of affection, lingering in your mind like a poison until his kiss felt more like a burn than love.

When he pulled back, that soft smile melted into concern, brows furrowing and frown marring his pretty face, an expression you hated putting there, but there was no way you could stop it. Your mating bond may still be somewhat new, but Azriel had always been good at reading people, it was no surprise he'd taken to understanding every different tug and tweak of your bon so quickly too. With his concern, he sent a flood of comfort and love along that bridge between your hearts, enough that the beginnings of a real smile flickered briefly at the edges of your lips.

"I'm okay, Az. Just... one of those days."

You both had them, and by the slow nod of his head, you knew he understood, but he pulled you a little closer anyway. Another peck to your lips, one to your cheek and your hairline, before he was guiding you silently out of the room, offering a goodbye on both of your behalves to those still milling around in the training area.

You weren't sure where he was leading you, not until the halls narrowed, and the grandeur of the house of Wind thinned a little, the side of the building you were less familiar with. His room, a place that was slowly becoming less and less used as he spent almost every night in your bed, holding you close and soaking up every second with you that he could. You liked his room more, his bed was bigger, it made you feel less—

No. No, you wouldn't allow your thoughts to slip back somewhere else, somewhere bad, somewhere you didn't go anymore.

Your head rolled onto his shoulder, a soft sigh slipping from your lips, and even as you walk,d his head tipped down to rest on top of your own.

"You can tell me, you know. If you want to get it off your chest, if you want to talk about it."

His rumbling tone was like a lullaby, a song that soothed your heart, deeper and tender and so full of love, and your lip wobbled a little. "Do you ever wish I was smaller?"

"Smaller?" Genuine confusion laced his tone, enough that a burst of warmth settled in your chest, like a hug he'd settled right into your skin, just from one simple word. It only helped for a moment, before the cold was back.

"Smaller. Less... big framed." He stayed silent, letting you go on, giving you a chance to continue at his loss. "I don't give off the same delicate nature that Elain does. She's so small, even as a fae. Amren is tiny, even Nesta is tall but she's not... like me. Do you ever wish I was smaller, so you could treat me like Cassian does Nesta or Lucien to Elain? They love wrapping them up, making it like they're something small to cradle and protect. Instead, you got stuck with a mate big enough to share clothes with you. When Feyre wears one of Rhys' shirts, it hangs on her like a dress, your clothes fit me, Az. I'm not tiny."

This time, his silence was accompanied by a flood of sadness and concern down the bond, his feet coming to a stop and his arm slipping away from around your waist, before his hands were coming to cup your cheeks. Large thumbs smoothed over your cheekbones, forcing g you to meet his gaze until you were drowning n the worried whiskey of them.

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't you dare apologise, I should be the one apologising. If you think there is even a single part of you that I don't love, then I am utterly failing at being your mate. For that, I'm sorry." His forehead came to your own as he shuffled a step forward, neck barely bending at all to press you together, his lashes fluttering as the closed, noses bumping. "I love every single part of you."

"Az—"

"Every. Single. Part. I love you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and that means your height just gives me more to love, it means I get to give you more love, and I have so much to give." Your shaky sigh washed over him, and he closed the gap for only a second, a desperate and emotion-filled kiss left on your lips. "You're so damn beautiful just as you are. The first time I saw you, you took my breath away, and I've never been able to catch it since. I love sharing clothes with you, and that they fit. I'm a selfish, jealous bastard, and when you wear my clothes out in public, I know you smell like me, like you're showing off who gets to love you. It makes me so proud. You are strong, and independent, and you make me feel good about myself."

"Yeah?" That perked you up, that brightened it all, the idea of doing something to help your mate was light a single ray of light in the dark. It was his turn to swallow thickly, pulling back to catch your gaze once again, baring all the vulnerability within it to you.

"Yeah. You feel real under my hands, you feel strong. You don't make me feel like some kind of lumbering, destructive monster. You make me feel like I'll break you, like I'm not worthy of you. You make me feel right."

"Well, when you put it like that..." The darkness still lingered, it would probably hang around all day, but sharing the burden with Azriel made it feel a little easier to carry. Light enough to make a joke, at least.

"Besides, I may not connect with my Illyrian heritage much, but do you know what they say about tall women?" You shook your head, and his low chuckle reverberated against your lips as he leaned in. "In my culture, tall women are the best of all. Tall women are warriors, they can handle a warrior's lifestyle, they make the strongest sons and they can protect the home. It is an honour to be mated to a tall woman, she is to be coveted, to be celebrated, to be worshipped. You are perfect for every part of me."

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itsonlyvegas · 5 months

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Fang brainrot so real so true.

Fang would really have issues with someone taller than him only because he'd blush like crazy. Like... he'd be so dumbfounded when the new builder is actually taller and prettier than he imagined. It's like meeting your crush in real life. (He'd been crushing on the builder from their gifts, as embarrassing as that is).

He would be like: "Oh. Oh wow. Um. Hi." And his bird would literally out him so fast. But since you're the dense builder whom everyone loves, you don't notice his blush. He would probably make up a lame excuse to go to his bedroom. (And his bird would just be like "lol he likes you, he likes you.") And THAT would send you blushing as well. I mean... Fang blushing? Rare. Super rare. More rare than Andy behaving.

Well and then when you guys first kiss, he's actually really confident, but when he sees your blush, he'd blush himself and have issues speaking EVEN MORE. But he'd literally tell himself "im a man im a man" and he'd kiss you again. He'd kiss you more than you'd expect. He's like... a little thirsty for attention. I feel like he's a very touchy feely person. He probably hugs a lot. (If you like that kind of stuff). He'd be the one to hold your hand. And if you guys get together, he'd want to hold you at night and hug you.

He'd also love when you stroke his hair. He's such a fluffball. He needs cuddles. But he can't admit that to you.

But yes, if you were taller, he'd be so happy. He wouldn't need to bend down anymore to kiss you. You're perfect.

If you were shorter, he'd love it because he could tease you gently. He'd literally make fun of you for being so short, but also kiss your cheeks. (Like, imagine him carrying you around the house because you're too short for the counter and the stove lol) He'd also be able to easily cuddle you.

But I also feel like he would try to make you wear his clothes. Like he'd be so proud to show off that you're his and he's yours.

If you guys ever fight, he'd be very emotional. He'd pout and you'd pout and when you're alone, he'd just burst into tears and then hug you. "I'm sorry." And you'd both apologize. He wouldn't let go of you after that.

I feel like he'd be a really great father. I feel like he'd spoil his children a lot. But he'd also be very protective. He'd do anything for his kids.

And if you had a daughter, he'd be a little overprotective. Like if you named her after his mother Sarnai, he'd be very protective. (And also cry a lot because he feels very emotional). He'd be like: "Hey. No one will take my daughter from me. I will protect her." But if you had a son, he'd be like "no one will take my son away from me!" Like, he's literally the dad that's like "NO ONE WILL TAKE MY KIDS. DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT."

He'd be a very playful dad. Like he'd make silly faces with the kids and make them laugh. He'd tell them stories. He'd also be the dad who would let them get away with everything. He'd be like "well, my kids are perfect, they would never do anything bad. They're just like me."

He'd probably spoil his kids so much like ok in getting off track. Anyway. NSFW time.

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Fang is not a dominant man. I feel like he'd be a switch, but mostly a submissive one. Like he'd love when you took control of him and he'd be really good at obeying your orders. He'd love when you were rough with him and he'd blush when you teased him.

He'd also love when you were gentle with him and praised him. He'd be so happy when you said he was good and called him a good boy.

He'd be so happy when you gave him compliments. He'd always blush when you said he was cute or pretty or handsome or gorgeous.

He'd be very flustered when you kissed his neck and his chest and even tweaked a nipple. He'd be a little embarrassed about how much he liked it though. (You'd have to reassure him that it was totally okay).

He'd be really embarrassed if you told him you liked his body. He never thought about someone actually liking him for his looks but when you started to touch him gently, he'd relax and melt. He'd start to relax and enjoy it more.

He'd be very flustered when you told him you were going to sit on him and ride. He'd be so embarrassed. He'd be so red. But he'd be very turned on. He'd be really embarrassed to admit it.

I feel like he'd really love to kiss you. He'd be very gentle and he'd hold you tight. And when you deepen the kiss, he'd be really shy and try to pull away but he'd give in and enjoy it.

He'd really love it when you played with his hair. It's so long and fluffy and omg it's silky and soft.

And when you guys first have sex, he'd be so gentle and loving. He'd make sure you were okay and he'd be so worried he hurt you. He's the one entering you and if you had a clit, he'd be really gentle when fingering you.

He'd be really flustered when you told him he felt good. He wouldn't know what to do with himself. He'd be so embarrassed to tell you that you felt good as well.

And after he comes, he'd be really worried about you. Like "I'm sorry.... I came... so fast." And you'd reassure him that it was okay like it happens especially since he's a virgin.

Yeah idk i think fang is neat.

#mtas fang #mtas smut #mtas imagine #mtas headcanon #my time at sandrock

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umybitch · 1 year

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Enemies to friends Part 1.

Maddy Perez x female reader

Your relationship with Maddy was somewhat Difficult.

You are Nate Jacobs best friend he was always there to protect you he was basically your knight and shining armor you guys met in eighth grade when you had a mental breakdown in school he would always see you shake your legs anxiously he was there for you, until you were thirteen you hit puberty boys would look at you with this predatory eyes especially grown men but Nate was there and protected you he would sometimes physically hurt them, and would get a detention for you as long as you were okay which made you develop feelings for him.

Until as they entered highschool, Nate noticed that Maddy was an exact replica of Y/n they both dress the same, they both have no body hair, and they both were the best parts of being a Women, Even though Nate was not a big fan of women, Y/n was different she was strong, caring, gentle, Nate would do anything in his power to protect them both.

When Nate started dating Maddy it broke Y/n's heart, she always saw how Nate would put flowers in her locker every single day, Y/n would cry right after she'd come home from school, she wouldn't want to ruin or sabotage her best friends relationship, right? What friend would she be if she did that.

It made Nate feel good to know that he was there to protect them. He knew the world was full of men who want to hurt y/n and Maddy. Men who'd want to rape them, torture them, and sell them to sexual slavery, He didn't want to think about it, he like to think about the things he'd do to protect them.

Nate was smart but he was oblivious to Y/n stuffing her feeling and pride to be a third wheel, But Nate was focused on the fact that Maddy was a virgin that no guy put their penis in her.

Nate really love y/n with his heart, but sometimes he would imagine marrying Maddy and starting a family, he didn't want boys, But, he also didn't like the idea of having girls, plus Maddy could be a real bitch. Like at McKay's party something just flipped, people just loved to piss him off, that's the thing about y/n she wasn't bitchy, she would always comfort him when he was mad, Nate likes the way y/n cared for him.

But everything started to change when she heard that Tyler assaulted Maddy which didn't make any sense, since at that party she saw Maddy and him fucking in the pool, and the whole police asking questions to Maddy and Nate. So, Y/n decided to find more info joining Rue and Lexi's little detective case. It just hurt's how Nate lied to you in front of your face about this whole thing. what if Nate actually assaulted Maddy? Y/n, Rue, and Lexi were piecing some of this together but there was still so much missing like why did Nate have dick pics in his phone and what made him snapped at the point where he decided to choke Maddy and what's making Maddy lie and frame Tyler for something he didn't even do.

Y/n's phone rang she checked the Caller ID and it was someone who she never expected.... Maddy.

"I'm not answering it." Y/n said shaking her head

"Answer it, Answer it!" Rue and Lexi encouraged.

Y/n answered the call anyway and held her phone to her ear.

"Uh, hey Maddy." Y/n said, staring at Rue and Lexi. "Oh,... Okay, sure I'll be over." Y/n hung up the call, Rue and Lexi were both confused giving a wtf expressions.

"Maddy wants me to meet her... and I'm gonna go." Y/n said.

"Well do you need any backup or something?" Rue asked.

"No, I'll be okay." Y/b reassured grabbing her keys, phone, and her wallet. "I gotta, go." Y/n said.

As Y/n made it to Maddy's house she stepped inside Maddy's pink themed room and saw it was trashed

"I get why you're confused on why I invited you over." Maddy broke the silence, speaking first.

"I mean we haven't have the best track record." Y/n said looking around the Maddy's room. "But when you called me, you sounded kinda spooked."

"I need to talk to someone about what's been going on, I can't hold this in any longer." Maddy said bursting to tears hugging Y/n unexpectedly, "It's about Nate." Maddy said through her tears.

What the hell is going on here? Y/n thought comforting Maddy.

#Maddy perez #Maddy perez x female reader #Enemies to friends #LGBTQ #Nate Jacobs x reader #Fuck Nate Jacobs 🖕#Maddy perez x Nate Jacobs #Nate Jacobs #lexi howard #Rue Bennett #There will be a part 2 of this story

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whitedragoncoranth · 6 days

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Life on Knowhere III

Once more, Rocket was at my apartment, he and I were crashed in bed together, and Cosmo was atop, curled at my feet. Dressed once again in a shirt far too large for him (he secretly loved them, they felt like blankets to him, like he could burrow into them) Rocket rested easily, head next to mine on a pillow as he looked at me, seriously. "I... I know I wasn't all there that night, three months ago - when I ran in here after that nightmare - but... d'ast it, I remember what you did, how you put me in the shower, then dried me off, picked me up and put me in bed wit' you and Cosmo. An'... an' I remember what you told me about... about g-grief. I... I remember what happened after, now, too... you pettin' me all over... Felt good, didn't feel humiliatin', at all..."

Now, the little raccoon's eyes went misty, and he snuffled back a sob. "D'ast it, I..." he inhaled another sob, and I gently gathered him to me, pressed his little body gently against my own pyjama clad form. After a moment to collect himself, he continued in a whisper, "Deep down, I want someone to hug me, to touch my face. I wan' it to be so normal that neither of us thinks anything of it. I... I wan' it to be you, humie - David. I... I know you ain't attracted to me, uh, sexually... but you still love me, flarkin' hell you do! What'chu call it? Agape? Universal love? That... that you can love someone so much without sex...?" When I nodded, he continued, "Then... I consent. I... I want you to touch me, pet me, whatever. I gotta get over bein' touch averse. But only when we're alone - when it's jus' you an' me - for now. Okay?"

I nodded solemnly, then, pulling him atop me I gently petted him, ruffled his headfur, softly stroked, petted, scratched behind his ears and Rocket tensed, shivered, then burst into silent tears, as if a weight was lifting off his shoulders, something he'd carried for far too long... Aside from his intimate places, I made love to Rocket with my hands, my touch; I petted, stroked, caressed him all over, finding what he liked, what he didn't, where he was most sensitive. I made him laugh so hard he cried, made him groan softly with pleasure, and purr so loudly his whole body vibrated.

Probably not even aware he was doing it, Rocket returned my love, he nuzzled all over me, utterly scent-marked me, rubbed against me and lick-lick-licked me with his little tongue--before I massaged him into oblivion. Later, the little raccoon just stared at me, half-dazed and half in awe. "I... whoa... I... I always thought touch only meant pain. I... flark, I had no idea it could feel like that!" Fur tingling, muscles pliant - feeling like a complete being, metal, cybernetics and all - he rolled this way, and that way luxuriating in the feel of everything, the shirt he wore, the duvet, the memories of my hands working him over until his brain may well have shut off! "Mmmmh..." he rolled back towards me, flipped over that I could lazily draw patterns in his chest fur, pur-r-r-r-r-r-ing... "... Wish I could'a met you long ago, as a kid," Rocket murmured, later. "I'd 'a let you pick me up right then and there...!"

"Oh, don't tempt me...! I'd have never let you go if you had, little man; you'd be in my arms nearly always, then up on my shoulders as you grew; then piggy-back rides as an adult. We'd have to exercise your legs so they wouldn't atrophy!" Rocket trilled with laughter, then nuzzled noses with me. "... But it'd be so worth it!" he replied cheekily and I ruffled his headfur again and pet him until the bed shook with his purring!

#rocket raccoon #gotg #rocket raccoon fanfiction #love #petting #purring #me pet dis boi until he's purring so hard the room shakes!#comfort #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #diabeetus

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comfort-questing · 6 months

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17. touch averse/ "leave me alone."

guess who did the Wriothesley story quest and has Feelings.

"Your Grace?"

His hands ached as he unclenched them from the bedcovers, his jaw tight and the taste of blood in his mouth from a bitten lip. How long he'd managed to sleep before the night terrors caught him, he didn't know; all hours were the same down here, beneath the weight of the water and above the tilted cap screwed over disaster.

Had he woken anyone? His throat was dry, from thirst only he hoped. He feared it was from screaming, though.

Again the knock, small and muffled, down the twisting stair. "Your Grace, may I come in?"

It was Sigewinne, of course. Always Sigewinne, at the rightest and the wrongest moments. With any luck, she wouldn't have a health drink with her.

Wriothesley staggered upright out of the bed, grabbing his coat to bundle around him against the ever-present chill of the Fortress. The floor was icy beneath his bare feet, and he winced, fumbling for his slippers wherever he had thrown them. By the time he managed his boots, Sigewinne might have decided to shoot the door latch.

He would turn on the light, he would put a record on, he'd find some tea and chase away the shadows. He would remind himself that he was the Duke of Meropide and not a ragged waif anymore, to need a hug and a head pat to chase away nightmares. All this he told himself, his knees shaky as he climbed down the stairs.

True to expectation it was the little Melusine outside his doorstep, as he pushed one door open a crack; her face was folded in worry, hands tucked together in front of her, the nighttime lights of the Fortress crosshatching her form.

"Your Grace, one of the guards mentioned you seemed - distressed."

"I'm all right, Sigewinne. I - need to go back to sleep, that's all."

"You were crying out." Sigewinne swayed back and forth where she stood, the frills of her jacket flaring out. "That doesn't seem all right, sir."

The cut inside his lip stung as he licked it. "Please don't trouble yourself - "

Her calculating gaze swept up and down his form, face pensive. "Are you ill? You don't seem ill, but your heartbeat is abnormally fast and I can see you're exhibiting other panic symptoms - "

No matter how slowly he tried to breathe, he couldn't seem to fool her. She knew; she had always known. But this was his battle to fight, and an old familiar one. "I said I'm fine. Go back to the infirmary, Sigewinne."

"If you want me to get someone else - one of the guards - "

Sigewinne stepped forward, trying to squeeze through the half-open door. She put out a hand to touch his, soothing and soft on the back of his scarred knuckles.

"Leave me alone!"

The words burst out of his throat before he knew he'd said them, startling back with a force that dissolved the last of his careful facade of calm. He was trembling in every limb, his knees threatening to give way underneath him. Distantly, he recognized that this was going to take more than tea and a song to fix; he hadn't had an episode like this for a long time, had thought he was past that...

Miserably, he watched as Sigewinne shut the door behind her, stopping just short of where he stood leaning against the office wall.

"I won't touch you, Your Grace, but I want you to breathe with me, all right?"

To sink down to the floor now would be too much of a match with all the rest of the memories now tearing at him - the kind of thing a scared child would do, hungry and longing for a comfort that he now loathed the very thought of. He clenched his teeth and willed himself to stay upright as he followed Sigewinne's exaggerated breaths.

Sigewinne's voice was quietly even. "I'm going to open and close my hands, can you open and close yours too?"

He could. He did.

"You don't have to be alone when these things happen," Sigewinne murmured. "Anyone can have nightmares, or be afraid. There's nothing shameful about it. It's part of being human. Your minds are as complicated as your bodies, and I don't understand all of your feelings and thoughts... but just like your bodies have scars that take time to heal, your minds are the same, and there's no more weakness about it than it's weak to take to bed when you're ill..."

He didn't remember the last time he'd let himself go to bed with an illness, either. Maybe Sigewinne needed a new metaphor. But listening to her steady voice and clenching and unclenching his fists had helped slow the racing of his heartbeat, and ease the clutch of panic around his ribs. The round-walled office had begun to seem real around him once more, all brass and gold and echos, the thrumming of the Fortress's machinery never quite beyond hearing. Slowly, Wriothesley straightened up, pushing his shoulders back.

"I think - I think I'll make myself some tea," he said, stiffly, around the lump in his throat. "Do you want some, too?"

"Of course!" said Sigewinne, her voice brightening up. "I think that would be perfect, Your Grace."

White tea with Bulle fruit, steeped as long as the little hourglass told, with two lumps of sugar, for him; Sigewinne wanted four, and salt as well, but there was no accounting for Melusine tastes after all. The record had almost finished its scratchy song, a hollow mimic no doubt of the musician who had once composed it. Wriothesley sighed, and found himself yawning.

He was safe. He wasn't alone anymore, or helpless. Whatever darkness awaited him in his dreams, they were dreams and nothing more, and he would survive them as he had survived everything else before.

And in the morning there would be more matters to tend to, and his Fortress to handle, and new inmates to welcome and old ones to counsel, and more contraband to search and papers to process - so he had better finish the tea soon, and get back to sleep, so that he would be ready to do his best in justice and in mercy both.

#whump #genshin whump #hurt comfort #emotional whump #panic attacks #whumptober day 17 #whumptober 2023 #might crosspost to a03 perhaps

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