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elasgottoomuchfreetime · 10 months
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The moment when your fanfic wasn’t supposed to be violent but now it suddenly somehow is (at least in this one chapter) and now both you and your MC are a little shocked by what happened.
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poirot · 2 years
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people talking shit about britney’s bf/husband is the most annoying shit ever 😭 let the girl be happy and live HER OWN life. she is a grown ass woman who can make her own decisions, just leave her alone 😭
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harstyle · 3 months
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Summary: Your good friend Harry Styles might just be the hottest, most gentleman-liest guy you‘ve ever laid eyes on, so it really is a shame that you‘re not his type. featuring lotsss of pining, insecurities on both sides and a hefty crying sesh (it‘s all a bit pathetic and cheesy really😭)
Pairing: uni-student!y/n + uni-student!harry
Word Count: 6.2k
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“You’re beautiful, y’know that?”
He was impossibly close, nose mere inches away from hers, and held this expression that could easily make her cry if only she looked at it long enough. Y/N couldn’t handle the pressure of the moment, his intense eyes on hers. It was something out of a romance movie.
And she was left so speechless that all she could say to him was: “uh, t-thanks. Thanks. You too.” It wasn‘t like she disagreed with him, but the sheer intensity, the closeness with which he delivered his compliment made her weak at the knees.
He smiled at her like he’d known she would cower away and brushed some stray hairs away from her eyes. “James doesn’t deserve you. You know that, right?”
In full transparency, Y/N had forgotten all about James. She’d forgotten the reason for her tears the moment Harry had shown up at her flat to give her that long hug she’d been needing.
The only reason James had stumbled into her life at all was Harry anyway. Call it a distraction, a means to numb the jealousy she felt whenever she saw Harry out with another girl.
“I get it, though. I should’ve known he’d be that way, people warned me before going out with him. That he only takes out cheerleaders. Should’ve known he did it for a laugh.”
Harry was similar to James in that regard— he had a type and everyone knew it. Y/N didn’t fall under his category of ‘girls to date’. She often wondered why she always went for guys who would never even look in her direction— a bit of self hatred, maybe. A will to punish herself.
“Hey, stop that. You’re beautiful. Don’t find excuses for his behavior.”
“I’m not, I just… I should’ve seen it coming, is all.”
“No, what we’re not going to do is blame ourselves for other people’s mistakes. James fucked up. He did. And that’s it. You move on, you come back stronger and show him he didn’t leave even a tiny scratch.”
“You’re right. Of course.”
He smiled, “do you feel better?”
“A bit,” Y/N nodded with a sturdy exhale, “thanks for being there for me always. I really appreciate it.”
“What are best friend for, ey?”
It never felt less unnerving to hear those words coming out of his mouth. And really, she knew that realistically they were nothing more, but sometimes, especially late at night when no one was around and all of her uni stress had been shoved into a closet for the day, Y/N let herself believe it was real. That he liked her back. She needed to get a grip and open her eyes to the cold harsh truth; that a friend was all she would ever be in his eyes.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and averted her eyes towards her interlinked fingers. “Yeah.”
“You okay?”
Y/N had long mastered the art of feigning a smile, so it came easily for her to flash her teeth at Harry in this moment.
“Course. Let’s make some dinner, I’m hungry.”
“Hey, it’s Y/N right?”
Y/N had seen this girl around before. She remembered because every time she would pass by on campus, Y/N had to admire her beauty; how her makeup always seemed effortless and her clothes complimented her perfect figure in just the right way, how her hair was always in a wave that Y/N could never perfectly recreate and her walk never droopy or tired, perfected by an angelic touch.
Y/N didn’t know this girl, but she’d always wanted to be like her.
“Yeah, hi.” Despite the inherent intimidation, Y/N smiled at her, “can I help you?”
Y/N felt ugly standing in front of her. She’d had to rush out of bed this morning for her analysis class, forgotten mascara and her staple lip balm. She looked monstrously unwell.
“My name’s Iris, I was wondering… god, this is a bit embarrassing, but you’re good friends with Harry, right?”
Y/N saw where this was going off of the jump. It happened way too often for her not to.
And her heart broke just a little more then, because so far, it’d been random girls she knew stood no chance with Harry. But Iris was just perfectly crafted for him, cookie cutter pretty and impressively confident. She had everything Y/N was still hastily working on.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I was wondering if you could give him my number? I saw him at the party last night and we chatted for a bit, but I forgot to write it down for him.”
Y/N had been at that party too, she just didn’t see that. Harry had barely even left her side. Must’ve been when she‘d gone to the bathroom.
“Oh, sure.”
“Great! Thank you so much.”
Iris handed her a little post it with her digits written along with a lovely note about having had a fun time.
Y/N walked to her 8am analysis class with a crucial feeling of hatred for the world and everything in it bubbling in her chest.
“Hi, babe.” Harry pressed a kiss to Y/N’s cheek like it was normal before finding his reserved seat next to her, surprising both her and their friends. If Kacy was all too shocked, though, she didn‘t show it, simply widening her grin in response to Harry‘s presence. “Hi, guys.”
“You finally showed up!” Kacy exclaimed, drawing the attention on him with her loud voice. Harry was so busy that he could be hard to track down, which made him an easy target for the occasional jab. In all fairness, he’d seen Y/N almost every day, just not his other friends— and in full honesty, that was enough for him.
“Yeah, sorry, finals week.”
“Y/N found the time,” Sebastian chimed in, tone laced with a tinge of earnestness, although Y/N and Harry could tell he was only teasing.
Harry retorted fairly quickly, “cause she has no other social life.”
At Harry’s words Y/N turned her head at him, mouth dropping open in genuine offense. She couldn’t do anything other than laugh, but really she should’ve hit him for saying that. “So you’re a whore and a backstabber!”
Harry cackled, that beautiful laugh escaping his mouth and blessing her ears, pulling her into his side and hugging around her frame. “I’m only joking!”
“Whatever. I’m not speaking to you the rest of the night.”
“Sure. You try that and we’ll see how that works out for you, babe.”
Everyone but them saw what their future could look like if they both stopped being stubborn and admitted their feelings for one another. Even sitting here, Kacy could see the way Y/N’s lips molded into a smile at Harry’s touch and the way he beamed whenever she played into his antics. Their bond was effortless in the way many couples wished theirs to be— it looked so easy for them to mesh together. Their friends knew they could be happy together and it frustrated them to see no progress being done.
By the end of the night, Y/N and Harry were blubbering drunk messes leaving the bar together. Y/N had taken it upon herself to call the uber back to his for the night.
“God, that was sooo fun,” Harry slurred out, “shame they’re closing soon.”
“You should come more often, we do this every week!”
Both Y/N and Harry were all smiles, looking at each other with excitement radiating from their bodies. It’d been long since they really let go.
“I’m so happy you’re here with me, you know that?”
Her heart rate plummeted.
Sometimes Harry said things drunk that wouldn’t pass as ‘normal’ when sober. He was close, grinning at her like a puppy in love and spoke with such confidence that Y/N was sure he couldn’t have not meant it.
“I’m happy you’re here, too, H.”
“No, like seriously though. You’re the best person I know.”
Heat rushed to Y/N’s cheeks. He was really testing her waters here.
“Oi, shut it. What do you want from me? Why’re you buttering me up?”
Harry shrugged, “nothin’. You really are. Just accept the compliment.”
“Fine,” Y/N smiled in a bashful manner, “thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Y/N stared at her boots, grinning to herself. Comfortable silence went on for a few short minutes, just the sound of the wind wafting by and quiet, calm breathing. Occasionally a car they looked up to to check it wasn’t their ride.
It was such a nice atmosphere.
Y/N was sure nothing could ruin this night for her. She was so happy, so careless in the way uni had long prohibited her from being. She wanted to exist in her little snug bubble forever, a place to hide from the real world with the person she admired most. She‘d sacrifice anything if she could keep this feeling for a bit longer.
And then, as if god disagreed with Y/N‘s pursuit of happiness, a needle set out to burst her bubble.
That needle was Harry, and outside of the bubble, it was cold.
“Can I kiss you?”
The ground beneath her shattered at his words.
Was he… serious?
Because this was her dream. If he‘d been serious, then her dreams came true in exactly the worst way.
Y/N had wanted a kiss from Harry since they became friends all those years ago, but not like this. Not drunk. Not on some stupid impulse. Not when they would wake up and realize it had been a mistake in a few hours. If she’d been willing to risk their relationship because of one shortlived kiss, she would’ve done it a long time ago.
He couldn’t do this to her! He couldn’t do this because to her, this wasn’t just fun. It wasn’t a cute little memory to look back on. Oh remember when we got drunk and kissed? Wasn’t that so funny? No, to her this was more. It was her whole livelihood, the cruxes which her heart depended on.
So although it hurt more than anything she’d ever had to do, Y/N shook her head. Her head barely moved, like her brain was plotting against it as well as her heart, but it did shake just enough to give him an inkling.
“Don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He was quiet for a few seconds (although she could feel his eyes burning a hole into her) before eventually retorting with a weakened, “why not?”.
“You’re drunk.”
“Been wanting to for a long time, Y/N.”
“Harry,” she stressed, voice quivering. Her next words came out in a whisper, “shut up.”
This time, he surrendered.
They waited for their uber in complete silence and when it came for them to sleep, Harry chose to stay on the couch instead of sharing the bed with her. Although Y/N was excruciatingly tired, she couldn’t for the life of her close her eyes.
She’d fucked up so badly.
Y/N felt slightly out of place as she slid into Harry’s kitchen in the morning. She looked at him already sat at the breakfast table with an array of pastries waiting for her.
“Hey.”
Harry nodded, “hi, help yourself. Went to the bakery on my run.”
“Thanks,” she murmured quietly, almost to herself. She was too scared to look at him.
“I don’t want it to be awkward between us, so I’ll just cut to the chase: I’m sorry about last night. I know I was drunk and weird and it won’t happen again. You were right.”
Y/N’s eyebrows shot up just slightly, the sheer surprise evident on her features. He was really bringing it up now!
“… right about…?”
“Bout it not being a good idea. I’ve never… I was really out of it, you know? Wouldn’t have asked you otherwise.”
Wow. Yes, obviously it would’ve been a mistake, Y/N knew that more than anyone. But his apology did more damage than good. It was like a knife was being pushed through her chest, agonizingly slow as to make it more painful. Harry had confirmed exactly how uninterested he was in trying anything more with her and it just about devastated her. And yes, in all fairness, it was unjust because she’d been the one to reject him last night but a tiny sliver of hope that he would reach out his arms and say ‘I still feel the same, I still want to kiss you!’ still possessed her delusional mind all night.
“Oh, that. Yeah.”
Harry tried to catch her eyes, “so are we cool?”
“We’re cool.”
Y/N was barely floating now. She didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to exist.
It hurt too much to exist sometimes.
“Y/N?”
She snapped out of it. “Hm? yeah?”
“You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. You just reminded me of this girl I met yesterday, Iris,“ her shaking hand slid into her pocket to find the little note she‘d kept stored and handed it to him without making eye contact. Her body was on fire.
“Oh.”
“She wanted me to give you her number, said something about a party where you lot met.”
Y/N watched as realization dawned on him, probably a fleeting memory of Iris now soberly imprinted on his mind. She could imagine all the ways in which he thought about somebody like Iris, somebody who would be so perfect for him.
“Right. Thank you.”
“No problem. I should probably head out to mine and get a few uni things done before I get too lazy.”
Unprompted, Harry ignored her statement. She had a feeling he didn’t even want to hear her. “I didn’t want to text her. Completely forgot about her, actually.”
Y/N couldn’t find the answer as to why.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I didn’t… I don’t really like her like that.”
“Really? Iris was under the impression that… I mean, maybe she’s mistaken, but she told me about your little hangout sesh and it seemed nice, you know?” Harry’s eyes held something a little different— confusion, curiosity and a bit of sadness. It drove Y/N crazy deciphering him. “And Iris seems exactly like the type of girl you’d like.”
Then his eyebrows drew together, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
Y/N shrugged, body sinking and slowly becoming one with the chair, “just… pretty, is all.”
“A lot of girls are pretty, Y/N, doesn’t mean I automatically wanna date them when I talk to them once.”
“Yeah, but… Iris is your kind of pretty. She’s confident and I’m sure she’s funny.”
“My kind of pretty? What are you implying?”
“Nothing! Jesus, Harry, I just think Iris would be a good fit for you. She’s your type, is all.”
Harry scoffed like he took offense to Y/N’s reply, “and I’m sure you know exactly what my type is, huh? Cause I’m so surface level that I’m only into the same girl, yeah? What, blonde and tall?”
“Harry, that’s not—“
“Then what do you mean to say by that?”
“I just—“
“You’re boxing me together with that dickhead James!”
“No, Harry, I’m not— and if you would just listen to me, you’d understand that!” Y/N finally broke, raising her voice by a few notches so Harry would hear her over his loud accusations. “I’m not implying to you, by thinking you might be into her, that you’re surface level. I’m just saying, Iris seems like she would be your type because in the past, you’ve gone for girls like her. That isn’t bad, okay? I’m not criticizing, just pointing out. You’re into pretty girls.”
“Prettiness is subjective, Y/N, and what you’re doing right now is putting me in a box. What does that even mean, pretty girls? Clearly you’re implying I only date girls that are conventionally attractive because that’s my definition of pretty.”
“So what if it is? I didn’t say it’s anything bad,” Y/N leaned back in the chair, volume lowering as if she couldn’t argue with that statement. “Everybody’s allowed a type.”
“It’s just… you’re using the word type in a derogatory way.”
“How the fuck am I using the word type in a derogatory way?”
“Sounds like you’re saying I’m some dickhead who only goes off of looks. Only goes for tall blonde girls cause they’re tall blonde girls and not because they’re nice people.”
“When did I say that?!” Y/N was bewildered by this. She hadn’t meant anything bad by it! “I have a type too, you know that! And that’s okay!”
“Oh yeah fucking tell me about your type, Y/N, go on.”
“What is your problem?”
“My problem is that you were just crying about James only dating cheerleaders a week ago and now you’re here putting the same thing on me!” Y/N breathed out in distress, finding less ways of deescalating the situation. “Be honest, then, what do you really think of me?”
“What are you even… I love you, H, I’m your best friend, I would never dream of insulting you. I was just saying that you seem to have a type, which there is nothing with!”
“So then what does pretty mean?”
“Just… pretty, okay? Don’t read too much into it.”
“No, I want to hear it. Describe pretty to me.” The word pretty had been spoken out so many times in such vain, that its meaning had became trivial at best.
“I don’t know, H, Girls like Jess, Angelina, Diana, Elle… which, if you were to write out their characteristics; they’re all blonde, tall, skinny girls. I’m not saying that you go off of looks, but I do think you have preferences, and that’s fine. That’s healthy, even.”
Then he scoffed again, but significantly quieter this time around. “Right, you brought the fucking receipts to the table, didn’t you? Do you usually think so lowly of me everywhere you go?”
It hurt to have this distance between her and Harry. They’d always gotten along so well before, so why did this have to become what it had? It had all come out of nowhere and Y/N didn’t have the strength or the energy to lose the one thing she constantly depended on to be okay.
“I don’t… Harry, I don’t think lowly of you. I just thought that you might like Iris.”
“I’m sure you did then.”
“Harry,” she sighed, “please, I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“I didn’t, got it perfectly clear. So one question though, am I allowed to like brunettes? Or is that too daring?”
“Harry, stop. Why are you being such a dickhead?”
“I’m being a dickhead?”
“Yes, you are.”
“At least I have history with girls for you to come to that conclusion yourself, right? Maybe when you find the courage to actually talk to a guy I’ll be able to find out what your kind of pretty is.”
And it wasn’t meant to be a jab, surely, at least not a terribly painful one, but it hit Y/N stronger than she would have liked. Who was he, making fun of her dating life? This wasn’t the Harry who reassured her after every pathetic bad date, who convinced her that it would be okay if she didn’t find her man straight away as long as she was happy. She’d loved Harry for a year now and there was something so liberating in exploring unknown territory, in partaking in the so called ‘chase’ (maybe somewhat masochistic, liking the torment of the unknown) but that feeling came to a full stop now that it had become clear that Harry didn’t love her back. Before, it had been speculation— now, it was real. And although she’d expected pain, this was cold blooded torture.
Harry didn’t look regretful, but that was because he had no idea what his words actually meant for her. Sometimes she wondered how the people she loved most could hurt her so much as to kick her down to the floor and repeatedly stomp on her body.
Without a word, Y/N stiffened her shoulders in an attempt to seem stronger and stood up from the table with a low intake of breath.
“Y/N.”
“Fuck you, Harry,” she muttered quietly but defiantly as she slipped on her shoes and opened the door out.
She didn’t have anywhere to go, but she knew anywhere else would suffice better than here.
Y/N wasn’t even surprised when she saw Harry and Iris arriving at the party together with the biggest smiles on their faces. Kacy turned to her and widened her eyes, motioning to the couple by the door with a questioning stare. Y/N simply shrugged.
She’d been hurting by herself, cramped away in her flat with a bottle of wine and three boxes of tissues and hoping for a little break when Kacy had asked her out tonight— but here he was, ready to ruin her minute of relief.
“She gave him her number through me last week… guess he finally called her.” Y/N explained, lowering her voice. “We haven’t talked since that morning after the bar.”
Kacy’s eyes widened again, because the last time Y/N had spent so much time away from Harry had been Christmas— and even then, they’d called each other every day.
“Why?”
Y/N simply shook her head, unwilling to elaborate. All Kacy could do was pull her into a tight hug and ask her what she wanted to do next.
“I just…” Y/N’s breaths shook, “I’m so tired, Kace.”
And although Y/N had never brought up the topic of Harry, Kacy knew exactly what she was referring to and her heart broke for her friend.
“Let’s go to one of the bedrooms.”
Y/N gave a stuffy nod and followed as Kacy lead the way upstairs.
Once they’d sat down, Y/N began to open her mouth. Her arms hugged around her own frame and tears were building in her eyes.
“Talk to me, Y/N. What happened?”
“He… I don’t know, Kace, he just got so mad at me. I was giving him Iris’ number and he said that he didn’t like her. I told him he should probably call her because I think she’d be good for him— I think I said ‘she’s your type’ or something like that, which is a normal thing to say! And then he went ballistic on me.” Y/N sniffed her nose, “I was just trying to be nice. He started accusing me of finding him surface level even though I implied no such thing.“
“Oh, honey,” it was through Kacy’s pitiful expression that Y/N noticed the ugly tears cascading down her swollen cheeks. “I don’t wanna make you feel worse, babe, but that doesn’t sound like Harry. Maybe you worded something wrong? Or he just heard you wrong?”
“No, I tried multiple times to clear it up, but he kept the attitude.”
“What did he say?”
“Well, I said that he likes pretty girls and he said what do you mean pretty girls? and so I described what I thought his type was, which is tall blondes, you know? And I even said that having preferences is healthy and that I don’t mind but he thought I was boxing him in. But don’t you agree? Isn’t that his type?” Kacy took too long to answer, making Y/N grow insecure, “Come on, he only dates tall blondes!”
“That’s not even true, Y/N. What about Vanessa?”
She rolled her eyes, “fine, one tall redhead.”
“It’s not that, it’s just… I think he was offended because he thought you were calling him some kind of jerk who only goes off of looks.”
“But he’s… he’s great, Kace, really, and I love him, but he does always date attractive supermodel type girls. I mean, good for him, but you know? And I don’t at all think I’m ugly, I think I’m pretty, but not his kind of pretty.”
“Okay, but… okay, what were you talking about before the whole Iris thing?”
“It’s a long story,” Y/N groaned, head falling into her hands, “when we were drunk he asked me if he could kiss me. I said no.”
“What?! Why would you say no?”
“Because we were drunk! And then the next morning he said I was right, that it would’ve been a mistake and we would’ve regretted it.”
Kacy’s mouth was kind of wide open, “and then you brought up Iris?”
“Yes, because I needed a change of topic.”
“But right after that he said he didn’t like Iris.”
“Yes.”
“And then you accused him of being surface level and he got mad?”
“Kacy, I literally didn’t! I—“ Y/N stopped defending herself because she knew she couldn’t cheat her way out of it. “Yes, maybe, okay? So what?”
“So he totally loves you.”
At that point Y/N started laughing— a genuine laugh made its way out of her mouth and she started shaking her head. Her laugh simmered down to a little chuckle and then she got tears in her eyes again. A rollercoaster of emotions.
“Right, sure. Hope you stretched before you took that reach! He said right before that he’d never have asked if he was sober.”
“He was saving face because you refused to kiss him.”
“Kacy, no,” she sighed, “don’t feed me that bullshit. You’re going to give me hope and I can’t take any more of that, okay?”
“He got mad you think he only likes blondes because he loves you and you don’t even see it,” Kacy elaborated even further, which bothered Y/N on so many levels. She’d told her to stop.
“I can’t, Kace,” Y/N cried, covering her eyes with her palms and letting the tears flow out, “I’m so fucking tired of feeling unwanted and like I’m not enough. Like whatever I do, there’s still some other girl who gets his attention. I can’t go on loving him and being his second girl every day. He goes on bad sex dates and comes home to me, goes to parties where he does body shots off of other girls, and then cuddles me in bed. I just can’t do it. One day he’ll get married and expect me to be his best man and that’s way more than I can take.”
“Look, I understand, but all you need to do is talk to him.”
“I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to lose him.”
“Isn’t it better to lose him now than to feel like this every day and lose him in a few years when you’ve physically broken yourself down over it? Isn’t it better to know? I know you won’t lose him because I see the way he looks at you and I see how he treats you. And he’d be stupid not to like you back. But if I‘m wrong, wouldn‘t it still be better to know?“
“No. I can do without knowing. If he knows and he doesn’t feel the same it’ll be weird and I can’t lose him. I can’t, Kace, he’s the only thing holding me together. Look at me, I’m such a fucking mess.”
“Y/N, eyes up,” Kacy ordered, taking ahold of Y/N’s forearm and forcing her to look at her, “you’re allowed little moments of weakness. Love does crazy things sometimes. You need to tell him or you’ll regret it the rest of your life.”
Y/N’s eyes stung hard.
The door opened in that moment, forcing the sound of the music into the otherwise quiet room with a force. Both girls looked up to find Harry by the door, his eyebrows drew together in concern at the sight of his teary eyed best friend. It didn’t matter what they were going through, their bond was strong enough for him to know something was seriously wrong.
“Are you okay?”
It was then that Kacy took her cue to leave, to Y/N’s dismay, and stood up from the chair to let Harry take her place. She closed the door behind her to give the two of them privacy.
“Y/N, you okay?”
“Yeah,” she tried to smile, though due to the tears it was clear as day that she was perpetually telling him lies whenever he asked her that question. “I’m okay.”
“Hey, come on,” he whispered into the quiet, inching closer to trap her chin between his fingers, “tell me what’s wrong. Did some asshole hurt you?”
“Yeah,” she nodded with a small sniffle. The asshole is you. “I’m just… having boy trouble. It’s okay. You should go back to the party.”
“Fuck the party. Who hurt you? I hope you mean your feelings, not physically…” He’d started raking over her body to check for bruises, a tick in his jaw.
“No! God, no, just my feelings. And I’ll get over it.” I couldn’t ever get over you. “Isn’t Iris waiting for you? I saw you arrive together.”
“Oh,” his features hardened for a split second. Y/N blinked and it was gone. “No, we ran into each other outside and talked for a bit. She asked me out, so… I think I’m going to go.”
It was like he was testing her, staring into her eyes to capture the exact moment she crumbled. But she didn’t. She held her head high and gave a subtle nod. “Sounds good.”
He sighed. It was quiet and could almost be classified as a simple exhale, but she knew it wasn’t.
“So who’s the guy?”
Sometimes he could be so oblivious that Y/N wondered how he’d made it so far in life. Surely he was only playing the part, right?
“Doesn’t matter,” Y/N shrugged. She was starting to cry again. “He’s insignificant.” You could never be insignificant to me.
“Should I talk to him?”
Yeah, that would be good. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll just… get over him.”
“Well I don’t like seeing you hurt, baby,” he tilted his head, cupping over her jaw and brushing over her skin delicately. The room was dimly lit to make it all the more romantic, but Y/N couldn’t fully be immersed in it. “No guy is worth your tears. You’re beautiful and brave and so so funny. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, Y/N. You’re the most perfect girl there ever was and if he can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve you.”
He couldn’t do this to her. He couldn’t speak of her the way she always wished he would speak of her, but not mean it. It showed her what he was capable of— loving her, paying her attention the right way. She was left shattered.
“See, you say that, but you…” Y/N broke down in tears, “but nobody ever means it.”
He tilted her head up so he could stare deeply into her eyes and utter his next words in full honesty, “I mean it. I promise you, Y/N, I mean what I said with everything I have in my body. I mean it every time I say it when I’m drunk and I mean it when I’m sober. I mean it when you’ve just woken up and I mean it when we’re studying together at night. I mean it and I will always mean it.”
Instead of making her happy, his words made her cry even more.
“Harry,” she cried, bending her neck forward so the top of her head rested on his chin, “it hurts so much.”
“Come on, baby, it’s not worth it.” Then he started kissing the crown of her head, moving down to her temple and rubbing circles into her shoulders. “It’s not worth it.”
But he was worth it. He clouded her vision and made her feel lightheaded. He had the power to make her cry and the power to make her so unbelievably happy that she couldn’t imagine having ever been unhappy. He made her wonder how she could’ve lived such a mediocre, painful life before he entered it— that was the kind of power he possessed.
Y/N didn’t have to think twice about kissing him, she just did. She looked up at Harry and inched closer to rest her lips on his, and it caused emotions in her body she didn’t even know were possible. Harry seemed surprised but he caught on fairly quickly, letting her take the lead in the kiss until it’d been a few seconds and he felt her deepening it.
He pulled away, eyes finally opening.
She was startled. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
He shook his head gently, letting a reassuring smile sit on his lips, “no, but I’m worried about you. I don’t think it’s a good idea to do this when you’re crying over another guy, you know? I don’t want to be your numbing medication.”
“You’re… not,” her eyebrows drew together.
“You didn’t want to kiss me last week. It’s seeming like an ‘I miss another guy so I’ll hook up with you to numb the pain’ situation and I just… I don’t want either of us to regret it.”
He was trying to be nice— and he was, really was, but the sinking feeling in Y/N’s stomach worsened.
“That’s because we were drunk last week.”
“You’re hurting over another person, Y/N.”
“He’s not important, I just want to kiss you. I want to have sex with you. Okay? Because I want to, not because I’m into some other dickhead.”
Harry seemed to have trouble believing her, “I can’t.”
“Okay, whatever. It’s fine.” Y/N stood up from her chair, creating some distance between her and Harry and started walking away from him. He held onto her hand though, preventing her from moving too far.
“Y/N, come on.”
“No, genuinely, I don’t want to coerce you into having sex with me, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
She was being honest. She didn’t want Harry to feel like she was using him under false pretenses.
But having him think that was still better than confessing.
“I didn’t think you were coercing me into doing anything, Y/N, I just don’t want you to regret it.”
“Yeah,” tears built in her eyes again and she bit her lip to hold them in, “you’re a really good guy, Harry.”
When he stood up to offer her comfort, she immediately took a step back and held her hand in front of her in an effort to force him away. “Please don’t.”
“Y/N…” He looked pained and thoroughly confused at her cold behavior. Harry knew she tended to close off whenever she felt bad about herself, but that had applied mostly to other people. Harry, on the other hand, had always been successful in finding a way to pull back her in.
“No, I’m embarrassed. Jesus, I’m such a mess! I was talking about this with Kacy, I‘m just… I‘m all over the place.”
“You’re not a mess. You’re hurting, that’s normal.”
“I just asked you to fuck me, that’s… who the fuck does that? Since when am I like this?”
“Since you’ve been hurt,” he countered, “love makes you do weird things. God knows I get a bit crazy too when I’m in love.”
“No you don’t,” she said to him, voice hoarse and uncomfortable, “you’re fucking Mr. Perfect. Everyone loves you and you’re hot and you’ve got the brilliant mind. You can’t do anything wrong.”
“Everyone doesn’t love me,” he replied with a leveled tone, “if everyone loved me, I’d be with the girl of my dreams right now. But I’m not, so… not everyone.”
“Can’t fucking imagine that,” Y/N muttered, wiping under her eyes. “You probably just communicate badly and she doesn’t know you love her.”
“Same with you.”
Y/N’s heart squeezed painfully in her chest.
“He’s way out of my league.”
“Who is this guy anyway? You’re gonna hype him up to me and not even let me know who it is?”
“He’s, uh…” Y/N walked further away from him and sat down at the edge of the bed, covering her face with her hands, “he’s from uni. Tall, dark brown hair, green eyes, sometimes glasses. He’s really nice but dates girls who are the complete opposite of me—you know, really model type girls. And I just… whenever I look in the mirror, I’m reminded of just how unattractive I am compared to them— and don’t get me wrong, I’m fine with me but they’re just better. I can’t keep up with it. And god, I feel so pathetic talking about myself like this but he’s just… he‘s so perfect and I love him and I don’t want to lose him. He makes me doubt myself sometimes, you know?“
At the latest he must’ve known now. Y/N could hear his brain professing that information, double and triple checking all possibilities until it dawned on him that she was talking about him.
He cleared his throat, stepping closer. “So he’s… where do you know him from again?”
A short pause before committing to the method, “we met at the fresher’s party three years ago.”
“And you see each other a lot, I assume.”
Y/N was still not looking at him, head buried in her hands.
“We… yeah. We hang out every day. He’s mad at me right now though.”
“So you… you love me.”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. She’d given up, left it all to fate; if he would turn her away and never talk to her again or ask to continue being friends. It all became obsolete.
“I’m sorry,” she muffled into the palms of her hands.
“D’you wanna hear about the girl I’m in love with? Have been in love with for a year now?” Y/N wanted to shake her head, but she didn’t, so he continued. “She’s from uni too, spends about three nights a week at my flat even though hers is bigger. She can be really distant, but when she gives you attention it’s like the whole world healed. She’s so sweet and considerate and brings me little gifts sometimes and even though she’s damn near perfect, she gets really insecure about things, especially when it comes to her looks and stupid dicks.” Y/N had started looking up at his words, spotting Harry closer to her but not sharing any of her own emotions. He was taking the piss, wasn‘t he? “Locks herself away in her room until she feels ready to leave the flat. She’s selfless, gives me other girls’ numbers even though she’s in love with me— even makes me go on dates even though I’m sure it hurts her feelings whenever I do.”
“You love me?” she sniffled, “I’m not joking about this.”
“I love you, Y/N. I do. S’why I got so mad last week, wanted you to realize that I’m more than some shallow asshole. Didn’t know you felt the same, though.”
“How could you not? I literally get so weird around you these days.”
“Thought it was just stress or something,” he cupped her cheek, thumbing away some tears, “I’m sorry you cried about me, should’ve just said it like a normal person. Just didn’t want to ruin us.”
“Me neither.”
“I’m going to kiss you, okay?”
This kiss was a thousand times better than the last one. Y/N felt giddy as his lips ghosted over hers, as he pulled her up from her seat and sat back down to have her climb over his lap. She breathed into his mouth, ground against his crotch like she was a horny 16 year old girl being touched for the first time. There was no heavy feeling weighing down on her chest, she could just be free of concerns.
After a few minutes of making out, Y/N laughed. She damn near cackled into his mouth and when he questioned her with a confused stare and a cute laugh of his own, she shook her head.
“Remind me to thank Kacy later.”
disclaimer: this is NOT meant to offend anyone based on their looks— it‘s just a depiction of a girl feeling insecure because she thinks the guy she loves doesn’t see her the way she wants him to. The description i used of his ‘type’ and the inevitable perception of what Y/N looks like in this story was completely random and is completely up to you. I hope it doesn’t come across as anything other than that!
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pandoraslxna · 3 months
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❄️ Kinkmas - 03. Lingerie/Stockings ❄️
Jake Sully x female omatikaya reader
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⋆。° ✮ Minors dni 🔞
⋆。° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist
⋆。° ✮ Warnings: teasing, age difference, face sitting, scent kink
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Jake can’t seem to take his eyes off of you and really, who can blame him if you look like this?
His gaze traces it‘s way up from your delicate ankles, over your calves and up to your soft thighs. His eyes are automatically drawn to the bare strip of smooth skin between the lace-topped stockings and the fringe of those red panties. Your tail nervously curls behind your back, swaying from side to side as he drags his gaze up further, over the garter belt on your hips, and up your stomach and chest, to the deep flustered blush spreading over your cheeks. 
"I‘ve got good taste, don’t you think?" Jake smirks proudly, stepping closer and running his hands along your sides and god damn. He had imagined what you would look like dressed like this dozens -hundreds- of times, but seeing it become reality is something his imagination could never live up to.
"For an old man? Yeah, sure…", you mumble, self-consciously fiddling with the lace of your stocking.
"C’mon. You look fucking fantastic, kid", he grins teasingly. "Delicious enough to eat, actually."
You gulp slightly as his hands tug you close by the straps of your garterbelt, mouth hovering by your ear as he whispers, “What about you, hm? What did you think of my gift?” 
He nips at your ear and neck, almost causing your knees to buckle and you bite your bottom lip to stay focused.
"This is stupid", you grumble, blushing harder as your eyes avoid his lust filled gaze. "I look stupid… in those demon clothes."
Pants and a shirt, that would’ve been one thing, but you hadn’t been prepared for the matching set of human undergarments, lingerie and stockings Jake had called them, as he basically begged you to wear them for him.
Jake laughs at your response, catching you up against him by wrapping one strong arm around your waist. This is all too much, you think, embarrassment burning in your cheeks as you try to pull away, but he only holds you closer. 
"Don’t", he then says seriously. "I’m not laughing at you, I promise. Love that you’re doing this for me." His hands roam down again, gently kneading your ass in both of his big palms and you can’t help but whimper a little.
"You look so hot, baby. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed for me", Jake says breathlessly. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."
You hum softly, softer than you’d meant, and his eyes snap up to yours. For a moment, his expression shifts from lust to something more tender, and he cups your face in his hands, tilting your face up for a kiss. 
The smile on his face then turns dirty again as he lets a low groan slip, "C‘mon pretty, get your hands on me, help me undress. You deserve a little treat for being such a good girl", he says, eyeing your reaction. You nod, all too eager to feel him properly.
Quickly, you unfasten his loincloth, allowing it to fall, and him to step out of it.
Perching on the edge of his bed, Jake spreads his legs invitingly, stroking his hands from knee to inner thigh, giving a slow tug to his throbbing cock as watches you. "C‘mere, kid."
You pad forward on bare feet, and when Jake leans forward, he places a teasing kiss to your stomach. A shuddering breath leaves your lips as he suddenly begins to trace his tongue around your navel and down to the hem of your lace panties, and it sends a flash of want through you.
Simultaneously, his hands are sliding up the back of your legs to your ass, hands squeezing your cheeks firmly as he hooks one of your legs up to stand on his thigh, while he buries his nose against your mound. His warm breath seeps through the fabric of your panties and you moan as it ghosts over your clit. 
"Fuck, you smell so good", the words come out rushed and you’re almost scared he’s gonna suffocate himself like this. Not that he seemed to mind. "Want you like is", he groans against you, "feels so good against your cute little pussy doesn’t it? You gonna come in those panties for me, baby girl?”
"Y-Yes", you gasp sharply, and it’s all you can manage when Jake starts to grinds his face against your clothes cunt. He groans as his nose rubs against your clit, his tongue gliding over the fabric adds further to the stimulation and you slowly start to ride his face like this. Your hips buck against his mouth and his hands do little to hold you still.
It doesn’t take long until your hands are tugging harshly on his dreads, guiding him to kiss and lick and rub against the spot you needed him most, until it’s all too much– too hot, too good, and it’s been too long since the last time you did this. You can’t help the tremble of your thighs as you soak through the fabric of your panties, coming with a whiny plea of his name, while Jake hungrily groans against into your pussy.
By the way his still lustful gaze meets yours as he licks his lips and pulls your slip aside, guiding you to sit on his cock, you know that this won’t be the last time he‘ll make you wear those strange human clothes. But the delicious stretch of his throbbing cock as he slowly impales you on it, actually makes you look forward to this, even though you would never admit that out loud.
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guiltyreverie · 4 months
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Lollipops and cigarettes
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader
Content tags: established friends, slytherin!reader, no angst (i deserve a medal for this lmao)
Warning: mentions of drugs, suggestive content but no smut, just heavy foreplay
Prompt: "I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you." (source)
Summary: Mattheo thinks it‘s fun to explore the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night
A/N: boy, the way I hop from one Riddle to another - i can fix him ykyk ok but these are shorter than other fics since theyre part of the prompt thingy I’m doing and I figured I should get started
Word count: 1.9k
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You would kill him - you will kill him - if whatever is in here doesn’t kill you first and then you’ll kill yourself for letting him persuade you in the first place.
Mattheo disregarded many things, like his school work, attendance, relationships but you gotta leave it to him - he knew how to push your buttons and when he said he’d take Amara from the year below with him if you weren’t joining him, you snapped and agreed - looking at nothing but pitch blackness and the occasional rustle - that always scared the living shits out of you - you thought to yourself, he should’ve taken her.
You weren’t the type to get frightened easily but the eerie dread that filled you once you were so deep in you couldn’t even see Hogwarts anymore it was over and you almost jumped at every sound, your hand subconsciously reaching out for Mattheo only for him to give you the most shit-eating grin and tease your anxious behavior - Salazar knows why you like this idiot in the first place.
The unsteady path shaped by the trees seemed never ending and incredibly unnerving, even if you tried to see the end it was just pitch black.
“Come on, princess, ”, he pokes your side with his elbow and nudges his head forward, “who knows what’s waiting for us out there.”, he smirks and you scoff loudly and hit him, resulting in the leaves rustling in the trees and crows suddenly emerging with loud ‘craws’ and you almost shit yourself.
Subconsciously you hold on tighter to him to the point your chest touches his arm.
“I hate you, by Merlin’s beard, fuck you, Riddle.”, you whisper-shout into his ear; his head turns towards yours in a matter of a second, your face was already so close to his, your noses brushed together when he turned; you could feel his breath tingling on your lips.
Shivers ran down your spine - you were used to the tension that followed almost every interaction you had with Mattheo but this? This was on a different level - the both of you were alone in the woods, your body clinging to him and now you just had to move forward, not even two inches and you’d finally know how his lips taste - you bet like a mixture of lollipops and cigarettes.
He smirks and you could feel the ghost of his touch on your lips - you will breach the distance between you guys if he isn’t going to do it.
His hand reaches out for your hair and brushes a piece of it back behind your ear and you’re finally able to make out the shadows on his face, like his scar on his nose, or the scar on his right eyebrow, from the small light of the moonshine seeping through the branches of the tree and your breath hitches - he was smiling.
You knew you liked him and you knew how it felt to like someone but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way his smile accompanied by the soft glow of the moon on his face would make your insides explode; make you feel so warm - the former coldness of the forbidden forest long forgotten.
“Fuck me yourself, babe.”, he grins and the almost fairy tale-like illusion you just created in your head shattered - this is Mattheo fucking Riddle, by Salazar you still don’t know why you like him, of course he’d make a dirty jab at you.
You were about to roll your eyes and push him away but you had a better idea in your head; your hands reach for his jawline and you start to trace it, his small beard stubbles scratching your fingertips and you can see the way he gulps hard by his adams apple - his jaw clenched but a curious glint in his eyes - what are you doing? Your fingers start to trace the way down to his neck, followed by his collarbone towards his chest and abs until your fingers stop at his waistband; his eyes follow your touch in anticipation and curiosity but he hasn’t dared to utter a single word. You tug him closer towards you by his waistband and you reached up until your lips ghosted over his neck - right above the spot most girls would leave their hickeys on, you assumed it was his most sensitive spot; a few seconds later you make your way back to his ear, your lips graze his earlobe and you can hear his breath hitch and you smile: “Don’t mind if I do.”
He sucks in a deep breathe and gives you a warning glance: “Fuck, princess, unless you actually plan to follow up with that, don’t tease me like that.”
“Why not?”, you smile knowingly, Riddle might not be interested in romantic relationships but you knew the effect you could have on a man.
“I don’t think you want me to leave you alone right here because I have a hard business to take care of”, he glances down towards the dent on his crotch, your hand was still on his waistband and you let out a small giggle, “do you?”
“Let me take care of it, then?”, you give him your best doe eyes while your hands slowly pull on his waistband and you can almost see him come undone at the mere idea of you touching him - it made you feel powerful, hopeful and needy for him.
“Princess,”, his eyes darkened, he seemed to finally snap out of his trance and before you know it your back was pushed against a tree, Mattheo’s arms were wrapped around your waist and his forehead was leaning against yours, he was breathing heavily, as if he could barely contain himself - he looked at you like a starved prisoner, ready to finally devour you after he’s been denied for so long and god did it turn you on.
“Tell me off.”, he whispers against your lips, you start to wonder if you have to beg him to kiss you and you shake your head.
“Kiss me, Riddle.”
His lips immediately meet yours and you close your eyes leaning closer into him, wrapping your arms around his neck while he pulls you even closer by your waist. Earlier he looked like he could devour you and right now, he is, his one arm went up to your head and he started to slightly tug at your hair, not hard enough for it to hurt but hard enough to make your head go back and for you to let out an involuntary moan.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”, he breathes against the outer corner of your mouth and starts leaving sloppy kisses there as well.
His hands roam around your entire body until they find the back of your thighs and he starts to knead them slowly and you let out a small gasp at the sudden sensation of his big hands around your thighs, you were growing hotter and hotter, you wanted - scratch that- you needed this man, the tension in your core only growing stronger.
He lifts you up by your thighs, his lips never leaving your body, it felt he like was trying to engrave this feeling into his mind, and leans you against the wall, your crotch is right against his, your needy core almost immediately starts to rub against his hardened member and you let out a whimper.
He gently bites you in the neck and licks your most sensitive spot and you moan out his name.
“Baby”, he groans, “moan my name again”, his hands meet your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze and you moan out his name once more.
Just when he started to take off his shirt an alarm went off and you opened your eyes hazily.
“Fuck”, Mattheo curses and immediately puts his sweatshirt back on.
You have to take a deep breath to get back from the high you just felt and you give Mattheo a concerned look and breathily say: “What’s wrong?”
“Theo texted, there’s an emergency and they’re gathering all the students in the great hall.”, he bites his lips and you can’t help but almost completely disregard what he’s currently saying and only want to feel his lips on yours again.
“You’re staring.”
“Can’t blame me.”
He chuckles: “Now, princess”, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you back to where you had come from, “we gotta hurry before we get into big trouble for sneaking out.”, he gives you one last glance, and the current situation finally seems to dawn onto you and you start to freak out.
“Salazar, fuck, Mattheo, we’re so going to get a whole year of detention if they catch us.”, you bite your lip, the anxiety finally overshadowing your horny mind and you both hurry back to Hogwarts.
Out of breath you finally are inside the castle, skillfully evading any teachers or prefects and you can’t help but curse at him, the anxiety taking over - what if you’re too late?
"I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you."
“Nobody is going to kill you.”, he chuckles.
You roll your eyes: “Clearly, you haven’t met my mother.”
“I’ll just swoon her off her feet, too.”, he smirks and you pretend to gag at him.
He checks his phone: “We’re fine, Theo says, they’re still gathering all the students.”
You sigh in relief: “Theo deserves the greatest head for warning us like this.”
He turns around to face you, almost as if you’re insane, like he can’t believe your audacity, his jaw clenched: “Do I need to remind you of who’s name you moaned 30 minutes ago?”
Your eyes narrow in confusion until you finally get it and you can’t help but smirk: “I meant a joint.”
“Oh.”, he looked dumbfounded.
“You jealous, baby?”
The both of you arrive at the Great Hall and before you can enter Mattheo grabs your arm and halts you from entering.
You stare at him confused and expectantly.
“This is more than just sex to me, princess.”, he looks at you, his eyes filled with so much vulnerability you soften at his words and your inside starts to fill with joy, you had hoped this is how it would be between you guys, even if you had been fine with just staying friends as well.
“I feel the same”, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.
He smiles back and you make your way into the Great Hall, the both of you skillfully and undetected make your way to your friends and stand next to them.
When they spot you they greet you with laughter and smiles, Theo winked at the both of you and all of you waited for the roll call, all while your hand never left Mattheos grasp.
“Y’know we’ll continue later, right?”, he whispers in your ear and when you turn around you’re met with his smug grin and the brightest shining eyes in the room and you smile feeling absolutely content and you can’t wait to taste the taste of lollipops and cigarettes again.
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anantaru · 11 months
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cw. none, fluff, gn! reader, kissing
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what was “love”, in the golden eyes of the general?
perhaps, the way he viewed it, he sees a well drawn picture of a home, a place he can be himself and one which he could close his body and mind off to, idly doze off within the euphoric bounds of your fusing embrace.
jing yuan‘s cheeks swell when he sees you, or your hypnotizing eyes holding his own without much effort, he finds himself speechless, crushed by kindness burning in his fire.
there certainly are times where his flaring longing for you would certainly overwhelm him, despite uneasy, he catches himself bewildered to say the least, utterly baffled if he just, shouldn't, restrain his love for you anymore— yet the concern of becoming overbearing was always there.
maybe, no, most definitely when he kisses your lips, that's what flipped the coin for him, it's when jing yuan tastes desire in its most fragile and purest form itself. if one particular moment in time anchored his soul, maybe tapped on it, it was whenever you'd lean into him so light and simple, his cheeks cupped by your palms as you slant forward to peck his lips— first the corners, then meeting the middle.
perhaps one day he'll get used to it, but he begs to differ, nothing ever compared to a practice such as this.
jing yuan was a man of great responsibility, but what this universe has shown him, both cruel and kind, it‘s almost certain that no matter what— he‘d always make you feel special, will touch you as fine silk, as the spark of the worlds would spun love and ignite within nothing else but your combined hearts.
"hey! what are you thinking about?"
a confused, buzzing voice suddenly greets the man from next to him, slithering past his ear shells— a familiar voice, he points out, as he slowly opens his eyes to realize that, well, he really did fall asleep again, quite embarrassing.
but jing yuan silently conceals his mouth with the back of his hand before yawning out strongly, adding on to your sentence, "hmm— nothing." and that clear echo of his softened out voice, it's unimaginably warm when it continues to ring like a kind melody.
"nothing but you."
now, you certainly couldn't suppress the following giggle prickling past the corners of your lips. but you're rolling your eyes playfully at him, seeing through him yourself.
"such a way with words." you coo, "general." but not without adding your almost sarcastic input to conceal your flustered self, eyes a tilt grow, fully knowing your own fragility towards your boyfriend.
"right?" jing yuan repositions himself, the mattress shifting underneath your bodies as he makes you lay down instead, his allaying ardor towering on top of you, "i think i deserve a kiss for that."
"you think so?" you giggle back, lacing your digits around the back of his neck, "then come here."
as time would play out both roles, you close your eyes and exhale out in a slowed stirring, finely indulging in the waving hotness of his lips, his body and his mind numbing trace, so close to yourself that it almost burned you from the very within.
so; what was “love”, in the eyes of the general?
how perfectly difficult to even form a sentence to explain it, he smirks, but there's a brief moment in time where it shines out clear to him— it's as if a closed door to the unknown suddenly lifted its heavy lock and opened up for him.
what held such significance for it to be called love? naturally, the person he had gifted his heart to.
the very one he was kissing right now.
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ilygetou · 2 years
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CHEERLEADER STUDENT GOT CAUGHT FUCKING OLD PERVERT! ft. toji fushiguro
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PA1R1NG$: pervert! toji fushiguro x fem! cheerleader! reader.
$YNOPSIS: you have been a cheerleader for so long, and your highschool finally, decided to open a cheerleading club just when you were about to graduate but that still didn‘t stop you from joining the club (and fucking the club leader). the person who runs the club was a old man who looked like he was in his mid forties, you took a liking to this old guy, so you promised yourself that you won‘t be graduating until you get his attention, and you did, way more than his attention though.
C/W: you got caught, creampie, blowjob, cum swallowing, slight degrading, slight nipple play, age gap (toji in his mid thirties while reader’s age is not mentioned but is an adult), groping, spit, fingering, clothed sex (?), dacryphilia, rough sex, overstimulation, no after care, little bit of crack at the end.
N0TE: this is nasty, i‘m sorry. (kinda rushed).
last post until kinktober!! :))
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your highschool had just opened an cheerleading club—it was finally your time to shine, you‘ve been practicing cheerleading every since you were young. You‘re mom seemed to like it, so she had you practice it, at a very young age.
you were planning on entering this new cheerleading club, to show off your moves—but the problem was, you were in your last year of highschool, meaning you‘d only get a short amount of time to participate in this club.
you didn‘t care though—not anymore, now that you saw the person who runs the club. your excitement came rushing straight back.
it was an old man with the name of; ‘Toji fushiguro’ he looked like he was in his mid forties but was very good looking, very attractive for his own age. He has black hair that suits him very well— a big scar on the side of his lips that he got from god knows what. he wears a tight black shirt that hugs his abs so well, flexing them and showing them off, he wore an oversized white pants along the shirt. His fit was very basic but it looked so hot on him.
Now— it has been two weeks since you joined the club, and not once has toji every praised your moves, despite you being the best out of all the girls.
You thought that you were doing bad, so bad that you didn‘t deserve to earn a single praise.
you weren‘t upset about it though, because you know you‘re good, and this was just Mr. Fushiguro‘s cold personality. So, you decided to ask him to watch you play, the two of you, alone.
“you want me to watch you practice?” you nodded your head “and why should i do that?” you let out a frustrated sigh, hesitant to talk, you looked on the floor before letting out another sigh.
“it‘s because you don‘t seem to approve of my moves, i‘m trying to do my best—but not once has you praised my moves and it makes me feel like i‘m not doing good enough to earn your approval.”
toji snickers causing you to furrow your eyebrows, “its cheerleading y/n, not that serious of a sport—i don‘t have to praise you or comment on your moves, you should be the one who knows whether you‘re doing good or bad, not me.”
you shook your head, this was not the reason why you want him to watch you practice. “Mr. fushiguro, could you please just watch me?” you pleaded, eyes batting and lips forming into a pout.
toji clicked his tongue and then let‘s out a frustrated groan, “fine.”
you dragged toji to the empty cheerleading club room and then seated him on one of the seats, “m‘kay! ’m gonna start now.” You first started with little stretches, giving toji your back and stretching your hands till they reached your ankles.
flashing toji your ass — due to you giving him your back. your baby pink panties hugging your fat pussy lips so well, a wet damp on your panties that was visible to toji.
toji couldn‘t help but stare, cupping his crotch in his hands in order to hide his boner.
you then turn to face toji, and start with a simple motion, moving your hands up and down. And then you started doing a high V and a low V.
so far, your were doing so well — doing basic cheerleading moves. you then started doing the clasp, your arms by your sides you then bend your arms at your elbow, and then cup your hands together and clap.
your panties were being flashed to toji with every move you made, making it uncomfortable for toji to sit as his boner kept getting bigger, his boxers getting tighter — making toji shift uncomfortably.
toji knows what he‘s doing was wrong, staring and eyeing his students private areas. what kind of fucking teacher would do that?
despite you moving and focusing on your moves, you noticed tojis very obvious bulge, turning your back again — and bending over, flashing your ass once again to your teacher.
you were getting close to where toji was seated, moving teasingly and slowly with your ass on full view. from what toji can tell, this was not a cheerleading move.
you started rubbing your ass against toji’s crotch, moving up and down on his clothed dick as he threw his head back — not complaining or scolding you, not telling you that what you‘re doing is wrong. because, he‘s enjoying it. just like the pervert he is.
toji placed both of his hands on the flesh of your ass, your round ass that felt so soft. you stopped your movements and turned to toji, getting on your knees before tugging down his pants and freeing his hard cock, “Mr. Fushiguro, you‘re soo big” you said, looking up at toji with doe-eyes.
you gave the tip of his cock a lick before sliding his whole length into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you played with his balls.
“f-fuck, what a fucking whore — sucking on your teachers d-dick–! shiiit.”
toji was letting out low grunts — pulling on your hair to push his cock deeper inside your mouth, his cock twitching as he came deep inside your throat. making you swallow his cum.
“m-mr. fushiguro, w-will you fuck m-me? p-please?” you slide down your panties and spread your pussy lips apart, revealing your tight hole to toji that was dripping with slick — begging to be filled and fucked with toji‘s dick.
toji let out a groan before running his fingers on your wet folds — and spitting on them, pushing one thick finger in, which made you let out an audible moan. thrusting his finger in and out of your tight pussy, in so much speed.
“a-ah!” your moans echoed throughout the club‘s walls, wet sound also being heard.
“c-cumming!!” you came all over toji‘s digit, white fluids covering his fingers. toji took ahold of your waist and seated you on his lap, he cupped your breast and started groping them, pinching your nipples from above the fabric of your shirt.
you were letting out low whimpers as you bite the bottom of your lip, trying to surpass any type of sound from slipping.
toji rubbed your nipples — occasionally, pinching them and twisting them.
you had your face covered with your hands as you were too embarrassed to show toji how drool was dripping down your chin from his teasing.
“mmm, your tits so fucking soft — shit – your nipples so hard too, would be bad if i didn‘t suck on em’ right?” you eagerly nod your head, slurring “please” as toji licked your nipples.
you were squirming in your place as toji licked your nipples so roughly, biting on them gently — causing you to let out a loud whimper of his name. your cunt getting wet by the second, making a huge mess on toji’s lap.
“fuck baby — your pussy is makin’ a big mess on my lap, how do ya’ think we should solve this problem?” toji said, a sadistic smile on his face as his hands went in between your legs and pinched your clit which made you let out a muffled sob.
“p-please” you pleaded, toji chuckled at your desperateness, “please what? can’t understand if all you’re going to say is please.” you let out a sob and gripped tojis shirt as you looked up at him with teary eyes, “please fuck me, t-toji.”
toji stared at you with awe, you saying his name turned something within him because without wasting a second toji got up & picked you up before pinning you against a wall, so roughly.
moving his hips, toji slides his cock against your folds, throwing his head back and groaning, he rubs his cock along your pussy a few times, teasing you both as the veins of his cock throb and glide through your puffy folds.
toji slowly pushed the head of his cock inside your dripping cunt, your slick coating his length before he fully pushed in.
the sharp pain of being stretched made you let out a muffled scream, and the tense squeeze of your insides making toji lose all self control.
he begun his rough and fast thrusts, jolting his hips against you as he threw his head back the warmth of your cunt getting toji closer to his climax.
“s-so hot, so tight, fuckk”
your eyes rolled to the back of your head with ever jolt of tojis hips, your mind was fuzzy, you couldn’t think or comprehend anything, the only thing eating your mind was the feeling of toji’s big dick abusing your cunt.
“c-can’t — can’t anymore, tojiii”
you felt your orgasm hit faster than you’ve expected — milking toji’s cock dry. calloused hands making their way to your neck and slowly squeezing them.
rutting inside you despite you just cumming making you let out uncontrollable moans and whimpers, his cock hitting your g-spot, repeatedly. getting another orgasm out of you.
“fuckin’ greedy bitch — cumming twice now, f-fuck, what about me? huh? you were the one who started this after all.”
toji tightened his grip on your neck, thrusting inside you more roughly, “t-tight pussy takin’ me so well, oh fuckk—!”
with just a few more thrusts toji felt his orgasm hit him, his cock twitching inside you as ropes of thick cum filled you up.
tojis grip on your neck loosened up a bit, he was panting — trying to regain his breath before he slowly pulled out of you, his cock softened, nicely.
before toji could tuck his cock back in a loud thud of the clubs door was heard, causing both you and toji to jump.
“huh?” there stood a guy with a darkish hair color and spiky hair, he looked so disgusted and so confused. “oh! m-megumi!” you spoke, a unintentional smile plastered on your face as you waved a hi to megumi.
“what the fuck were you doing?” toji didn’t have any reaction, he didn’t even have a shocked expression he just sat there, emotionless.
“what do you think?” it was tojis turn to speak, megumi felt himself boil up with anger and disgust — without arguing any further he just left.
“what is wrong with that boy?” toji muttered, you brushed it off and looked up at toji with a huge grin on your face, “Mr. Fushiguro, can i have your number?”
toji looked at you confused, “no? of course not.” your brows furrowed and a pout covered your lips, “but you just fucked me!”
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neglected | mattheo riddle
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summary: Theodore completly ignores you and doesnt take it serious that you miss him while he flirts with another girl at a party.. so his best friend has to help you filling up that hole inside your … chest.
warning: cheating? but is it if he does it first?, mattheo eating out the reader, fingering, nipple play, teasing, dirty talk, getting caught, he‘s a munch don‘t fight with me over this -
note: i do not support cheating, this is just for the story
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— monday —
I don‘t know how many times I already begged but from time to time.. i felt more and more neglected.
"Theo, please just this one weekend! You had been busy with your friends and studying the last 3 weeks!" Yeah, 3 weeks since my boyfriend went on a date with me, had some quality time or touched me.
"Y/n I told you I don‘t have time. I already promised the boys I‘d come to the party. We‘ll see us there, I have to go study now, with Lydia." Before I could even say a word he left his dorm. I hear a chuckle coming from the other side of the room, making me turn my head in it’s direction.
"Told you you deserve better baby." Mattheo, Theodore‘s best friend said, sitting on his bed. They share a dorm and every now and then he would see Theo and me arguing.
I huff and leave the room, a aching feeling in my body.
— the next day —
"Theo please, I need you. You didn‘t touch me once the last few weeks." I whine into his ear, sitting next to him. He just groans, but not the way I want him to and gets up with his book in his hands. "Don‘t you see that you‘re distracting me?" Irritated he leaves the room, probably walking off to the library again.
Ugh.. i let myself fall back down onto the mattress and cross my arms over my face. Is it my fault? Did my body change somehow? Why the hell won‘t he touch me? But before I could continue my thoughts, I hear the door again, my head shooting up, hoping it is Theo who changed his mind but no, it‘s Mattheo. I groan frustrated and let my head fall back.
"Wow nice to see you too baby, but I think you‘re laying on the wrong bed." he says, teasing me.
"Sometimes I think like that too." I mumble into my arms and more to myself.
"What was that?" he asks. "Nothing."
— two days later —
Patiently I wait on Theo‘s bed, dressed all up.. or down, in his favorite lingerie set and a pair of black knee socks. When we got together half a year ago he told me he loved them on me, made my legs look even longer.
As the door opens my heart starts beating faster and I look up, shrieking and pulling the blanket over my body as I see who it is. "Damn mami is that for me?" Mattheo asks as he stand in front of Theo‘s bed with a smirk on his face, his mouth wide open.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked furious, not wanting him to see me like that. What If Theo comes in and would see us, what would he think?
"Last time I checked this is my room, sweetcheeks." "But you‘re supposed to have quidditch practice!" I whine and look for my clothes.
He chuckles and steps a bit closer as I stand up from the bed. "Could you turn around? I wanna get dressed." "No." "You are such a pain in the ass!" I roll my eyes at him and take my wand, mumbling "Colloportus“. and holding it towards the door so no one can come inside.
I let go of the blanket, thinking fuck it, and grab my skirt, pulling it over my legs and then my hips. "Did your cute little boyfriend leave you unsatisfied again?" he grins and takes a step closer. "You know.. I could help you with that." he says in a suggestive tone. "He’s your best friend Mattheo, stop this shit." "I can’t princess. Hurts me to see that pretty little body of yours, knowing how desperate it must be after all these weeks." he whispers the last part as he lets his fingers slowly brush over my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "See? It’s so hot for just a little attention." "No, it is cold, thats why." I say, swallowing down the clump in my throat as i nod towards the opened window.
Just as I wanted to reach down for my top, I see Mattheo getting down on his knees in front of me. He looks up and licks his lips. Damn.. something about a men on his knees for me made me feel slme type of way.
"Please let me touch your legs, please. Need to know how soft these pretty thighs feel." I could feel his warm breath against my skin, again, sending shivers down my… spine. wet pussy
"Mattheo get the fuck up I swear to god!" i hiss at him. Yes I closed the door with a spell but it wasn‘t really hard for everyone above first years to open it with a spell.
"Please, I swear If you let me just touch it I‘m gonna leave you alone for the rest of the week!" he pleads, looking at my face and then my legs. I sigh as I think about letting him. Damn was I really thinking about it? Am I really going to let my boyfriends best friend touch my thighs?
But I mean.. nothing’s wrong If I don‘t feel anything for it, right? Plus he would just leave me alone for a bit. "Fine." I press out.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel his big warm hands on my thighs. "Shit.." he mumbles as he lets them wander up and down my legs. He slighty squeezes them, making me sigh in relief.
I feel his curls against my skin before I can look down and see him kissing my flesh, grabbing it with a bit more strengh now. I had to bite my bottom lip as he starts massaging them. Completly lost in thoughts, I realize too late what he was doing.
Suddenly he stands up and kisses my cheek "Thank you, doll.", before leaving the dorm and leaving me breathless in the middle of the room. As I slowly come back from the dizzy feeling inside my head I again, stretch over to get my top but gasp with shaky breathing as I see what Mattheo left on my skin.
A hickey. And a bite mark. I didn‘t even notice him biting my leg. Shit.
— Saturday —
To say i was pissed, while sitting on a chair in some corner of the common room, was a big understatement. Theodore and I arrived at the party he talked about a few days ago.. 2hours ago. I saw him drinking with his friends and playing truth or dare in a little group, always walking away from me as soon as I approached him. So I decided to stop chasing him.
"What are you doing here all alone sweetcheeks?" I look to my right and see Mattheo. Of course it was him. "Leave me alone." I say, rolling my eyes and looking back to my boyfriend, sitting beside this girl named Lydia. She was a year under us I think.
Mattheo followed my gaze and shakes his head. "Well , the deal was I would leave you alone till end of the week. The week is over." I don‘t even answer him, not in the mood to argue.
"Yeah thanks for the hickey and the mark between." i say sarcastically. "Yeah it‘s not like your boyfriend would see, right?"
I roll my eyes again and look back at Theodore, to see him standing up. What was he going to do? Suddenly I see him taking Lydia‘s hand, pulling her up with him and kissing her. In shock I opened my mouth, but instead of crying like i normally would, my face got red in anger.
I tried everything and here he stands sucking of the face of that stupid thot. In the middle of the common room? With the girl he "studys" all the time? I bet that’s not the first time they kiss. Mattheo seems to see it too and looks at me more serious now. "Hey.. are you okay? I mean he‘s not worth it If you - " but before he can continue I grab him at the collor of his shirt and drag him with me to his dorm.
— 30 minutes later —
"Oh fuck yes, Mattheo!" I moan into the air, pushing his head against me while his lips suck on my clit, his fingers pumping inside me. "Shit who would have known that you go this feral for my tounge huh?" he smiles and mumbles against my skin.
"Stop talking and continue!" I whine and push his head back. I hear him chuckle before he laps at my throbbing clit again. God If I would have known how good this feels I would have had ended things with Theo way sooner.
His free hand slides across my body up to my left boob where he started to tease my nipple. I gasp and push my hips up, arching my back. My body was so sensitive I wanted to cry out of pleasure everytime he touched me somewhere.
It didn‘t took me long before my body starts trembling and shaking, Mattheo licking everything up as I come on his tounge.
"I could get drunk on your pussy." he groans before kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips.
"I hope you‘re ready cause that pussy screams for me." he whispers against my lips before going down on me again.
A few minutes in I hear someone yell. "WHAT THE FUCK?"
My head shot up and I looked to the door where Theo stood, looking ag us with an angry face.
I saw Mattheo looking at him over his shoulder, smiling at him with glistening lips. "Hey men, hope you don‘t mind? We got the impression you were busy.. never mind – bro how could you not eat that pussy like.. all day?"
"I‘m gonna kill you, Riddle!"
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shorter than usual but I liked it 🌼
thanks for reading and supporting 🫶🏻
xoxo sarah <3
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eggluverz · 6 months
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halloween with the hsr boys
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pairing: dan heng; jing yuan; blade x reader
sof's note: guess who is in a halloweeny mood :> meee! and i'm sure a lot of y'all are as well so let's bask in these autumn vibes together LOL special shoutout to the anon who suggested dan heng would watch like 15 vids before he carves a pumpkin fhsjkghdf that is so accurate <3 pls enjoy and happy fall!!
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dan heng
not big on the spooky parts of halloween, but he loves getting in the halloween/autumn spirit by watching twitches and halloween town with you
you host a pumpkin carving contest on halloween eve between the two of you and dan heng 100% takes it seriously
days of prep before the big night, hours of youtube videos in his history… he even reads up on the origins of pumpkin carving—just to be fully immersed and prepared
when the time comes, dan heng has his tools lined up in the most efficient order as he readies himself to make his design
he, of course, wanted to carve a tree with maple leaves falling in the night sky
you stare at his template with wide eyes, quickly scrapping your happy face idea to think of something more creative…
noticing this, dan heng chuckles in amusement. “you don’t have to change your design to match mine”
you shake your head. “and risk losing the competition? no way”
“then may the best carver win”
when the two of you are done, you take a photo and send to your friends to vote
it was a close call, but dan heng ends up winning by two votes
“maybe i should’ve joined your pumpkin carving research…” you pout, staring between your finished product and his
“there’s always next year,” dan heng soothes, giving you a hug. “besides, you’re always the winner in my eyes.”
jing yuan
he would make all the pies for you
pumpkin pie, pecan pie, apple pie, sweet potato pie, apple crumble pie…you name it 
he doesn’t even know how to make pie he just googled a bunch of recipes and winged it
you think something tastes off but you try to encourage him anyway 
of course, jing yuan sees right through it
“it‘s not that i don’t like your baking, i really do, but i may have some suggestions for the future…”
“there is no need to sugarcoat your distaste, y/n,” he says with a laugh. “we can redo them together.”
the pies turn out even better the next time
the two of you end up picking up pie making as your fall-time hobby this year and bake pie for all your friends
he tries to make a mimi-safe pie as well
mimi hates it (pumpkin spice is not good on the lion’s tongue) 
but you think the effort is cute :> 
he ends halloween night off by sharing a yummy slice of apple crumble pie with whipped cream on top with you
“so sweet!” you state happily as he feeds you the first bite. 
jing yuan leans forward and smiles. “not as sweet as you” 
blade
goes all in for halloween
is dead instead most of the year, comes to life for the halloween spirit
he likes to decorate the house with you, even making a mini “haunted maze” in the driveway for the trick-or-treaters
accidentally makes a kid cry in it…
really, he just went in the maze to do a quick maintenance check, but he looked so menacing in his costume that a kid saw him and started crying 
blade is too confused about what happened to feel bad 
you give the kid extra candy and apologize to their parents while stifling a laugh at blade’s blank expression
“i didn’t even say ‘boo’,” he murmurs curiously.
you just pat him on the head and give him a kiss on the cheek
after the trick-or-treat shenanigans, you and blade relax and unwind on the comfort of your couch
his definition of unwinding on halloween is watching old horror movies
[or, if you cannot handle horror like me: he watches the barbie movies with you to help you take your mind off the halloween scares and go to sleep :3]
you cuddle him as you doze off while eating leftover halloween candy 
blade carries you to bed and tucks you in for the night bc you deserve a good night’s rest <3
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Second Chance at love? (Part 1)
Ona Batlle x Reader
Ona‘s long awaited return to Barcelona. Between juggling her responsibilities with Barca, her family and the World Cup, will she be able to face her past? Her first love? Her first heartbreak?
My second story, hope you guys will enjoy it
Ona‘s contract in Manchester ended and she was set to return to Barcelona bit before she could think about Barcelona and the upcoming season, the World Cup was right around the corner and the defender was terrified. The staff around the Spanish team was questionable at best and the team was too scared to even say what they want to say fearing the consequences.
The Spainard decided to make a quick trip home before the last camp, to recharge her batteries and to be finally close to her family again. That was the bright side but of course the was a dark side as well. The chance to run into the person who stole Ona‘s heart way back when she was a kid and never gave it back. Ona‘s best friend, first love and first heartbreak: Y/n Y/l/n.
Standing on the terrace overlooking the water, Ona was lost in thoughts. Her brother came closer: „Penny for your thoughts hermana.“ Ona whirled around putting her hand on her racing heart: „Joder! Don’t scare me like that idioto“ He laughed wrapping his arm around his sister: „What were you thinking about? Or rather who?“ Ona felt the blush rising to her cheeks and that was all the answer her brother needed: „Talk to her Oni… you were friends before everything and you loved each other at one point. Didn’t you two only broke up, because of your United transfer?“ Ona leaned her head closer on his shoulder: „Don’t know why she broke up with me… but it hurt like hell.“ His hand rubbed gentle circles on his sisters back: „Just think about it Onita… the way I see it you‘ll either get the closure you deserve, get your best friend back or the love of your life.“
You walked through the streets of Vilassar de Mar lost in your thoughts. Of course you heard that SHE was back, back home before she‘ll go to the World Cup in Australia and New Zealand. Ever since you made the hardest decision of your life, breaking up with her, you kept tabs on your little defender. Ona developed in one of the best left backs the Women‘s game has ever seen and you were nothing but proud of her. It broke your heart, knowing it would break Ona‘s heart when you ended things but seeing Ona thrive on and off the field made you even more sure of your decision even when it hurt you both. What hurt you more was the pictures and speculation around Ona and a certain English defender but you supposed it‘s what you deserved.
A little hand pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at Maya, who smiled brightly up at you: „Hola Y/n, did you hear? Ona Batlle is back home! She is so cool and I wanna be like her when I grow up.“ You smiled and kneeled infront of her: „Hola pequeño, si, I heard that Ona is back home. Did you know she‘ll play in the World Cup next month?“ Maya nodded quickly: „Si I know. I asked Mami and Papi if I‘m allowed go watch it and they agreed.“ You ruffled her hair with a smile and picked her up: „Muy bien. Tell you what… we‘ll watch it together, si?“
Ona took her brothers advice to heart and began looking for Y/n. Misses Rodriguez ran into Ona on the street: „Oh it‘s so good to see you again Ona. We‘re all so proud of what you achieved in the last years. Y/n especially. She moves heaven and hell to watch all you‘re games wearing your jerseys proudly. She misses you. I hope you‘ll talk to her before you‘ll go to Australia…“ Ona listened surprised: „Si, gracias Misses Rodriguez. I‘m was actually just looking for Y/n. Do you have by chance any idea were I could find her?“ She smiled patting Ona‘s hand: „Try the youth center darling. She teaches kids to play the piano.“ Quickly Ona thanked her and made her way to the youth center were she spend so many days with Y/n falling in love with her best friend back then.
You walked into the center with Maya on yourhip while the other kids greeted you enthusiastically and begged you to play them some songs. Laughing you moved over to the piano and sat down: „Alright, alright. I‘ll play you some songs.“ Your fingers began gliding over the the keys and the kids around you settled quickly listening happily to the way you were playing and singing. Ona once again crossed your mind and you decided to play the song, that you wrote, when Ona left for Manchester:
„Girl, when I first met you, I didn't realize
You were looking to stay around but
I was looking to play around
Now I can't forget you
Can't forget your pretty smile
Took for granted the love you gave
And only thought of the love we made
Just when I found someone who could love me
Like the way that I need
I acted the fool and pushed her away from me
And I'll be thinking 'bout you
Every night and every day
'Cause in my heart I'll know
That I never should have let you go
And my love for you is
Stronger than I ever knew
But I couldn't tell you so
That I never should have let you go
Do you think about me like
I wasn't worth your time?
I would give anything I have if
You give me another chance
Do you think you're better off without me?
Playing games with your heart and mind
Oh yeah
Please don’t blame me for leaving you
Now you gotta believe in me
If you come back, girl
I promise that you'll see a
Change in my ways
I'll get down on my knees
I'll do anything you say
And I'll be thinking 'bout you
Every night and every day
'Cause in my heart I'll know
That I never should have let you go
And my love for you is
Stronger than I ever knew
But I couldn't tell you so
That I never should have let you go
Is there someone else standing where I stood
Giving you the love you never got from me?
Girl, I would give you the
World if I only could
Girl, you will see, will you come back to me
Won't you come back to me?
And I'll be thinking 'bout you
Every night and every day
'Cause in my heart I'll know
That I never should have let you go
And my love for you is
Stronger than I ever knew
But I couldn't tell you so
That I never should have let you go
And I'll be thinking 'bout you
Every night and every day
'Cause in my heart I'll know
That I never should have let you go
And my love for you is
Stronger than I ever knew
But I couldn't tell you so, no
I never should have let
No, I never should have let
No, I never should have let you go
Oh, oh, oh, oh“
„Well I‘d like to see you down on your knees, doing what I asked of you, hoping you‘ll be honest with me…“ you heard a voice you missed over the last three years. You whirled around with wide eyes and they locked with loving brown ones.
Would you guys be interested in a part 2? Feel free to let me know :)
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multifandomsw · 10 months
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Apologies
Harry Styles x Reader
warnings: angst, fluff, loneliness, depression?, mental health, anxiety
summary: After an encounter with your old best friend, she gave you her number to catch up. When you decide to send her a message, someone else replies. Was it destiny?
author‘s note: I hope this is not too cringey, I‘m trying my best! If you want to be added to the taglist, just comment :) Btw, I’d love to hear your opinions!!
Part 2
Apologies masterlist
OH AND BTW I NEED SOME HARRY FRIENDS SO PLEASEEE MESSAGE ME SO WE CAN TALK!
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You: Sooo
H: So?
You: What if you’re lying?
H: Lying about… what?
You: Oh my god. You use dots. You‘re definitely an old man!!
H: We‘ve been over this.
You: Yes, but I need proof
H: Fine. You can ask me anything you want
You: What do you do for a living?
H: I‘m working in the music industry
You: Woah. Okay. That‘s not what an old man would come up with I guess.
You: Unless you USED to work in the music industry.
H: It‘s very hard to gain your trust
You: Good observation
You: Where are you from?
H: How does that have anything to do with my age?
You: Just answer it!
H: England and you?
You: Hey, I‘m asking the questions!
You: Who is Taylor Swift?
H: She’s an American singer. She’s actually on tour right now. It’s called the Eras Tour
You: I’m convinced
H: What? Really? That easily?
You: I have enough proof
You: Unless you want me to doubt you again
H: NO!
H: Now it’s my turn to ask the questions :)
You tried your best to keep your eyes from moving to the couple in front of you, you really did.
However, every time you saw love surrounding you in any way, you couldn’t stop looking, even staring.
Most of the times your heart swelled with love at just the sight. A happy feeling would shoot through your whole body, a smile instantly grazing your lips.
It didn’t work this time.
There were no empty seats left, so the woman was sitting on the man’s lap. He had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, propping his chin on her shoulder while she was giggling at something he said, lightly slapping his arm.
You were mainly focused on the way the man was looking at her. His eyes were filled with so much love, so much adoration. His face softened when she giggled and you could almost see his dilated pupils.
He was in love.
And at that moment, you wished you were in love, too. So badly that your heart ached at even the thought of being in love and being loved in return.
You shook your head at your own stupidity, no one would ever love you. In fact, you came to the conclusion that you were unlovable. You thought you didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to be someone’s first choice.
You never were and would most certainly never be.
Still, it hurt. Hurt watching everyone around you be so entranced by love. You lost your closest friends because of it, because they prioritized their relationships and slowly came to forget you.
You would have never done that to them, you were certain of it, but you wondered if you would see it another way if you yourself had a partner.
Did love really do that to people? Make them forget about everyone and everything else? You were practically non existent to your friends, you could not even remember the last time you spoke to them.
If love could truly make you forget about everything, you wanted to experience it.
You wanted to forget about your loneliness, your depression, your mental health and put your focus on one person.
You scoffed at your train of thoughts, no one would ever want to be with you that way. You had accepted it a long time ago, but the thought of it alone managed to make your eyes water.
It was hard. Very hard.
You quickly wiped the tears away from your cheeks and took in a deep breath before you pulled your phone out of your pocket.
You: Do you ever feel lonely?
H: Hey, are you alright?
You: Just answer it. I don’t want to be the only person to feel that way
H: I do. Very often. And so do other people. You’re far from being the only one that feels that way, trust me. You’re not alone.
You: When do you feel lonely?
H: Most of the time, actually. I love my job, I really do, but working as a musician also means traveling a lot. I never stay at one place for a long time. It’s very hard sometimes.
You: Oh, I’m really sorry. Are you a songwriter? Or a guitarist? Or a signer?
H: I’m all three?? Kind of?
You: I’m so jealous. I can’t even play an instrument.
H: I’ll teach you- hey wait! You’re trying to distract me. Tell me what’s wrong.
You: I saw a couple on my way home. It just made me feel lonely. Knowing I’ll never have that.
H: What do you mean you’ll never have that? Who said that?
You: I don’t think anyone will ever love me that way
H: Bullshit.
You: Sorry?
H: I don’t know why you think that, but it’s utter bullshit. Everyone will experience love at some point. And so will you.
You: Do you think so?
H: I know it. I’m sure you’re a very sweet and loving person. You seem like one.
You: Thank you, H.
H: Anytime, Cherry
You: Are you in a relationship?
H: Oh. No I’m not. It never works out. My schedule is too tight for love, I barely have any time
You: I’m sorry
H: It’s okay. I can talk to you now :)
You: THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING HAPPENED TO ME TODAY!!
You: I’m dying of embarrassment.
You: H!!!!
H: WHAT HAPPENED?
You: Okay so I went to H&M and bought some thongs
H: Why would you buy thongs? You said you hated them
You: And then I bumped into an old classmate and I dropped them all! He knelt down and helped me pick them up. I saw that he was kind of uncomfortable and his whole face was turning red! So I said the first thing that came to my mind
H: Oh no, what did you say?
You: That they are for my grandma! I mean who says that?
H: Oh. Hahahha
You: Don’t you dare laugh!
H: I’m not laughing! What did he answer?
You: He muttered something but I didn’t hear it. Then he left the store very quickly
H: Back to my question, why were you buying thongs?
You: Just to feel good about myself. I wanted to try out something new
H: Soo you’re not going on a date?
You: I wish
Harry nervously fiddled with his fingers as he watched the opening act, Wet leg, play for his show.
He needed to calm down, he was never so nervous, never filled with so much anxiety.
It felt like he couldn’t breathe, like all air was being sucked out of his lungs. His breaths were short and uneven.
He swallowed hard, gulping down the tears that were building in his eyes. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t act as if everything was fine.
He shouldn’t have opened Twitter, he shouldn’t have read the tweets about his latest show, but he couldn’t help himself, it was addictive.
Everyone was criticizing him, pointing out that he wasn’t so cheery and happy anymore, that his shows were boring and that his interactions with his fans decreased.
Lately, Harry has been feeling very homesick and lonely. Whenever he went on stage, he would already be looking forward to finally finishing his shows. He wanted to stay in his hotel rooms all day. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see his family again, see his friends again.
It was all just too much.
The only thing he was looking forward these days was writing you-
Wait.
H: Hi, are you there?
Cherry: Yes! What’s up?
H: I have five minutes. I need to calm down.
Cherry: H, tell me what is bothering you
H: I’m feeling really homesick. I don’t enjoy going on stage anymore. I’m feeling really anxious to go. I just want to go home. I want to see my parents, my siblings, my friends.
Cherry: When will you see them again?
H: In a few weeks.
Cherry: Okay, here’s what you will do. You’ll go on that stage and think of them, how proud they are of you. They’re looking forward to seeing you. That should be your motivation. Seeing them soon.
H: Okay. That’s what I will do
Cherry: Good luck, H!
H: Thank you, Cherry
Harry put his phone away, realizing that he didn’t even have to put on a brave smile because he was already grinning like an idiot. Only because of you.
And when he sang, he didn’t only think of his family and his friends, he also thought of you.
Cherry: Are you a famous singer?
H: What?
Cherry: Because you always talk about your shows
Harry wanted, desperately wanted to tell you the truth, who he really was, but he couldn’t.
You were the first person he could truly be himself with, he could tell you everything without being afraid that you only listened to him and talked to him because he was Harry Styles.
You were just talking to H. He was not a one of the most famous singers when he was writing with you, he was just himself. He didn’t have to hold up to any expectations, didn’t have to be afraid to say the wrong things.
He didn’t want to lose that privilege, even if it meant lying to you.
H: Oh, I’m only the guitarist of a small band. I’m not famous yet
Cherry: That’s good, I was afraid you’d be famous
H: Oh. Would that be so bad?
Cherry: No, of course not! But most famous singers tend to be a little self absorbed. I don’t really like rich people
H: I get that, but not everyone’s like that
Cherry: That’s why I said MOST.
H: Who are your favorite singers?
Cherry: I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO ASK ME THAT! Okay so I’ll tell you my top three.
H: I have high expectations
Cherry: Taylor Swift
H: Great choice, but I already knew that.
Cherry: Hm. I love Artic Monkeys.
H: Oh, I love them, too!
Cherry: And my favorite singer is Harry Styles!!
Harry’s heartbeat increased by just looking at the message. He felt his anxiety returning. You were a fan of his? He hoped, with all his heart, that you wouldn’t be one of his toxic fans, that you didn’t sexualize him. Deep down, he knew you weren’t, bur he couldn’t shake off the fear.
H: Why do you like him?
Cherry: I love his music and he appears to be one of the kindest and sweetest people ever. At least in interviews and during his shows.
H: That’s it?
Cherry: Yes! I hate toxic fans that only sexualize him. At the end of the day, he’s one of us. He has feelings. Do you like him, too?
H: Yeah, I guess he’s okay
Cherry: You guess he’s okay? What kind of answer is that? He’s great.
H: Okay, okay, he’s great.
Harry widely smiled at the screen, biting his lip in excitement. You thought he was kind, you thought he was sweet.
You.
He felt ridiculous, for being so excited over it, but he couldn’t help it. He loved writing with you, he loved that he could talk to you all day, he loved that you listened to his problems and that you trusted him with yours.
You seemed like such a lovely person and he hated that others and you yourself didn’t see it that way. He hated that you thought that you were not enough when you already meant so much to him.
“What are you smiling at?”, Jeff chirped in. “You need to get ready.”, he smiled at Harry, but let his eyes wander to Harry’s phone.
Lately, Harry had been constantly writing with someone. He was always on his phone, smiling like an idiot. Jeff thought it were just some friends in the beginning, but the way Harry smiled from ear to ear was not the way he smiled at his friends. This was someone else.
Harry raised his head, a small blush creeping on his cheeks. “I’m not smiling.”
“You are.”, Jeff pointed out, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Who is it? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you so happy.”
Harry put his phone away, looking at his painted fingernails and deciding whether he should tell Jeff.
This whole thing was crazy. Would Jeff think so, too?
“It’s-“, Harry began, coughing before he continued. “It’s this girl I’ve been writing with. She’s really lovely.”
Jeff grinned at Harry, slapping him on his back. “It’s time for you to find love, too. Where’s she from? Maybe she can attend one of your shows.”
Harry bit his lip, sighing loudly. He didn’t want to say it, and yet he had to.
“She doesn’t know who I am. I don’t know who she is. We’re just writing. An old friend gave her the wrong number and-“
“What?”, Jeff questioned in disbelief. “I know.”, Harry whispered back. “But I can just be myself when we message each other, I don’t have to put up a facade.”
“Will you tell her who you are?”, Jeff wanted to know. “I- I don’t want to. But I know I’ll have to at some point. I just want it to stay like this, but I also want to know who she really is. What she looks like. I want to get to know her.”
Jeff bit his lip, not even knowing how to answer. It was stupid, writing with someone without even knowing who the person is. But Harry seemed to happy, so entranced by you. “You should eventually tell her. It’s going to mess everything up if you’re not honest.”, Jeff explained. “Now come on, let’s get you ready for the show.”
Before he stood up, he checked his phone one last time, seeing a message that sucked all the air out of his lungs.
You: He is great! I have two tickets for one of his shows. I really want to go, but I don’t have anyone to go with.
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dontyouworrydaddy · 11 months
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You found me lost
Leon Kennedy x f! Reader
summary: Leon comes home after a tough mission and just needs you near him.
warning: Fluff
Not proofread! Gif not mine.
this is the first fanfic I‘m posting. please don’t hate and ignore my grammar 😭
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It‘s 3AM when you hear the bedroom door close. You slightly open your eye to look who it is and make yourself ready to attack whoever dares to interrupt your sleep.
Luckily Leon taught you some self defense before he left for a mission. You’re still not the best but it’s enough for winning time and sprinting to the neighbors.
As you were about to jump and attack whoever is in the room, you stop. “Oh” leaves your mouth as you realize who it is. Your Boyfriend. Leon. He‘s home early.
“Leon” you speak and jump off the bed. He stands there and looks over to you making your way to him with open arms. As your bodies collides together he lets out a small groan. Immediately you let go of him, worried you might have hurt him. “Are you okay? You’re home early.” you ask him. He doesn’t say anything and pulls you in a hug by your waist. You of course hug him back and let your hands make their way under his shirt, laying them on his back. His face is burried into the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.” his voice is raspy and filled with emotions. You know something bad happened and know exactly how to comfort him.
You pull away from the hug and take his face in your hands. Giving him a quick smile you let go of his face and take on of his hands, guiding him with you to the bathroom. As you turn on the shower you turn to him and see him standing her and looking at you. He definitely isn’t happy right now. “Do you want to tell me about it?” you ask him with care in your voice. But he doesn’t respond. His eyes leaves yours and fall to the bathroom floor. As you make your way to him you stop in front of him, grab one of his big muscular arms and gain his attention back to you. “It’s okay, Baby. You did amazing, no matter what happened there.” you try to comfort him and you can tell he wants to let go of his emotions and cry his whole heart out and scream that he doesn’t deserve what keeps happening to him, but he can’t. Not because he is incapable in showing feelings but because he is scared. Scared that he might scare you off but mostly he is scared of himself. So he doesn’t say anything back.
You slowly remove his shirt and jeans leaving him only in his Boxers. His big and muscular body is yet covered in bruises. Fresh and old ones. Some are blue and some are dark purple. You remove his boxers and leave him with nothing. There is no sexual intention. Just pure Love. He sits down in the shower and you work on his hair. Washing it with your favorite vanilla shampoo which he really really likes. You remember the time he came home with 10 vanilla shampoos so your hair could keep smelling like that. He is obsessed with you and spoils you even though you don’t want to.
After washing the shampoo out of his hair he stops you by grabbing your arm softly. He turns his head slightly so you can see his defined jawline and lips. “Thank you so much for doing this all for me, love. You know you don’t have to do that.” you let out a chuckle and bend over a bit to kiss his cheek. “I do it because I love you. Don‘t thank me for that ever again.” the side of his lips lift up and you smile like an idiot at that.
After taking care of him you were about to leave the room to get him clothes but he stops you by grabbing your arm, making you turn to look at him. “Don‘t go." he barely whispers which makes your heart shatter in a million pieces. As you give him a sad smile you take his hands and wrap them around your waist. “never. But if you stay in that towel you’re gonna get sick.” before he gets the chance to respond you take him with you and get back to your shared bedroom.
Dressing him in his pajamas you let him lay on top of you. Arms protectively around your waist, laying between your legs and his head on your chest while your hands are in his wet hair.
“I don’t think you understand how much I love you” he confesses which makes your heart melt. You kiss the top of his head and whisper “I love you more. Sleep now. I‘ll be here when you wake up.”
And with that said, he slowly falls asleep in the arms of his loved one.
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yellowflowerbean · 1 year
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 | 𝐚𝐯𝐚
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀— Colby distances himself from you and while you think nothing of it in the first week, the fans begin to sent you videos of him getting text from someone named „Ava“ with a red heart next to it.
𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺— arguing, like a lot of angst and insecurity, feeling left out, anger, mentions of cheating, curse words
𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮— Colby Brock x fem!reader
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It started out as a simple question but ended up as a fully grown argument, as you and Colby yelled at each other in the living room.
You thought you could trust him. Apparently the fans picked up the signs better than you. Because for the last two weeks they had been sending you videos of Colby getting messages on his phone, from someone called Ava with a red heart.
These Messages were being seen while he recorded his screen for the ‚reacting to scary TikToks‘ videos for his channel.
Sam saw them as well, but ignored it until he found out that Colby distanced himself from you, not asking you to come with them for investigations anymore or not sleeping in the same bed as you.
„Who the fuck is Ava?!“, you yelled at him again and again. Sam carefully approached the doorframe of the living room, Kat peeking over his shoulder carefully.
„I don‘t know what you are talking about!“, he yelled back at you and Sam shared a look with Kat.
„You wanted someone who is always falling for your charming, so why is there a red heart next to her name!?“, you threw at him making him step back a little. He had never seen you this mad.
„What is going on here?“, Corey came down the stairs walking over to Sam and Kat.
„Sssshhhh“, Kat made and put her index finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet. „Just watch“, she whispered not wanting you to get distracted because honestly you were her best friend and you deserved the world, she would have never thought Colby would do something like that.
„Who the fuck is Ava?!“, you ask again and Colby shook his head while crossing his arms over his chest.
„No one“, he sighed and let his hand run through his hair looking down onto the floor.
„Oh so you admit it. Finally.“, you laughed in disappointment, tears beginning to sting in your eyes as you looked at him.
„This is ridiculous. You are being ridiculous!“, he spoke in a tired voice not looking at you.
„I am being ridiculous?! Me?! How about you tell me who the fuck Ava is, because I‘m sick and tired of faking like I don‘t see your phone!“, you began shouting again.
Sam, Kat and Corey holding their breaths. They have never seen you so devastated.
„You know what. Don‘t tell me. I bet she‘s dying to date ya and be your entire world“, you scoffed and wiped your tears away. „So why hide it? Go! Be with her! If you want me gone so bad, you could’ve just said that instead of lying to me for three fucking years!“, you yelled at him and ran out of the room.
Kat being right behind you to get you some comfort, but was met with the door of the bathroom slamming in front of her face. She heard the lock click. „Come on, Y/n. Open up“, she begged.
Sam and Corey shaking their head at Colby as he let himself fall onto the couch with a sigh. Tears beginning to form in his eyes. „Dude what the actual hell?“, Corey said to Colby and stood in front of him. „You don‘t cheat, bro. That‘s a huge no-go!“, Corey accused.
„I know. I know“, Colby whispered and buried his head in his hands.
„Well clearly you don‘t“, Sam scoffed running a hand through his hair while that arm was resting on the other leaning against his chest. „Because that is exactly what you did. And if you haven’t already done it and Y/n wouldn’t know, I would punch some sense into you. But I guess it‘s way to late for that“, Sam put his hand over his mouth trying to calm his own anger.
„You think?“, Colby snapped and stood up from his place on the couch going up to his room and slamming the door shut.
„Damn what happened?“, Jake asked shocked to see Kat begging you to open the bathroom door, Sam and Corey looking ready to punch someone and hearing Colby slam some door.
„You don’t want to know, bro“, Corey shook his head walking towards the kitchen. „You don’t want to know“, he whispered again shaking his head.
It was safe to say that nothing was going to be the was it was.
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lewiathans · 6 months
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Anon asked: What would Erwin and Levi‘s jobs be in our modern world?
I really do see them as a Janitor and a Teacher/Professor. I think Erwin would have more fun teaching adults who are actually interested in his field of study, that‘s why I see him as a professor. He would have dangerous hobbies though, because at his core he is someone who likes to take risks and push limits. He definitely runs a blog on conspiracy theories (and is right about all of them) and goes gambling in his free time and climbs mountains or something. Teaching is his calling, but he would get bored without taking huge risks.
Levi as a janitor makes sense to me if his modern life is as harsh as his canon life. If he grew up in poverty, getting a higher education would be difficult and if he has a criminal record, getting a high paying job would be hard as well. Cleaning and manual labor in general is satisfying to him and keeps him busy. I think it would be a rewarding and stable job for him.
If he had an easier childhood i could see him running a tea shop. It‘s a popular AU for a reason :) it‘s what he deserves
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fandomxs1 · 1 year
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Haunting Past.
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Summary: at a Relaxing night out you get interrupted by your ex reminding you that he exists.
Warnings: Sexual Assault!! Toxic Ex, kinda panicking (?) , being treated wrongly, insecurities (Please tell me if i missed anything!)
𝟭𝟯.𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗱
𝟮𝟭.,,𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂.“
𝟮𝟮.𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗙𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
A/n: Heyy! It‘s me again! I really hope you‘ll like how i implemented your Idea! But huge TRIGGERWARNING for everyone this will include Sexual assault so if that triggers you, please don‘t read this (also hope you are okay). I highly recommend listening to Music. Enjoy!
Love. A Word so little, with so much power behind it. Not a single Word could compete against it. If you have Love, you have to hold onto it for dear Life as if nothing else exists because maybe there will be a Time where it really is the only thing existing. Love isn‘t a something you could buy with Money, even Some People managed. But true Love is worth a Million. Maybe even more. Love is so multifaced. Platonic, Romantic. The way you love your Parents is not the Way you would love a Partner. The Partner is your Other Half. A soulmate. Who listens to you without judging, who‘s Smile reflects on your Lips without you even being aware of it and a Person you want to wake up next to each other.
For you it‘s Daniel. For more than 6 Months it‘s been Daniel. Daniel is your Other Half. He‘s the dream Prince you always dreamed of as a Little Girl. The way he can make you smile when you are at your lowest, the way he would hold you when you would sob and the way he looks at you like you are the first Girl he has ever seen. Daniel is the most Sweetest and kindest Person in the world. But he still had to go through much hiding it behind his Smile each time. The Only Time he‘d drop that mask was when he was with you. He could be himself without feeling like being judged. And you feel the exact same way.
Loving has been hard for you the past 6 years. More than once you had to watch the People who you gave your Heart to shatter it and stomp on it. So instead of trying and getting hurt, you decided to just not try. For years you have been afraid of loving. Afraid of falling for somebody but not being able to love yourself enough anymore. That‘s what happened in your Past Relationship. Your Ex Boyfriends would tell you how to dress, what to eat or even what to do or say. Not Daniel. Not even once he took advantage of you. He never told you what to wear or to say. He would do anything to make you feel free and accepted. And he succeeded.
Several times he told you, that you were the prettiest Person he has ever seen. Something you weren‘t familiar too. At first you wouldn‘t understand it. How someone would feel something like that towards you. But he made you understand. He did anything possible. You couldn‘t love him more for that. People say you love someone to death. For you it makes no sense. Loving someone to death doesn‘t sound romantic. It sounds like loving is killing you. Instead they should say loving to life. Because that‘s exactly what Daniel did. He loved you back to life. He taught you how to love. And showed you how love is really supposed to be like.
You couldn‘t be more thankful for him. Truly, you could live a Hundred Lifetimes and never deserve him. Well that‘s atleast what You think. Not Daniel. He loves you more than anything. The first time you kissed he knew he wanted to spend his Whole Life with you. That you are the woman he belongs to. The doorbell Ringing pulls you out of your Thoughts after you put on your Earrings. Excitedly you bite the inside of your Cheek. Tonight is Date Night. Daniel and you decided to go to a Restaurant a Friend of yours suggested to you. Nothing too nobel but also nobel enough. After you grabbed your Purse you go down the stairs and open the door. Smiling widely, Daniel is infront of you looking at you.
The Love in his eyes is undoubtably. ,,Hey.“, you smile. When you spend time together you both can‘t stop smiling. ,,You look- perfect.“, Daniel states. Chuckling shortly you connect your Lips gently. His Lips are gentle and soft against yours but still filled with all the Love. He has the Ability to say everything he feels. You don‘t. So instead you put those words onto his Lips, immortalizing them there. And he knows. As you break the kiss both of you look at each other. ,,Let‘s go.“, he tells you offering you an Arm as you walk to his Car in silence. The Time you spend together doesn‘t have to be filled with Words. Each other‘s Presence is enough. Being with the Other one.
As you get into Daniels Car you give him the address of the restaurant and he starts driving. The Night is still young but the Sun already disappeared at the Horizon leaving everything dark. Your Lips form into a weak Smirk as you arrive at the Restaurant. Daniel runs around the Car to open your Dog gentleman like. As he offers you his Hand you take it thankfully. Hand in hand you walk into the midsized Restaurant. The Light inside is dimmed giving it an amazing Atmosphere. ,,We have a Reservation. On Ricciardo.“, Daniel tells a Waitress politely. The Black haired woman shows you the Way to your Table and you sit down.
A while ago you told Daniel you like those kind of Restaurants like this. And he remembered. The Jump your Heart makes reflects on your Lips as the Grin even grows. Like a Thousand times before you ask yourself how you deserve his Kindness, Romantic and Honesty. Your whole Life you doubted that a Person can be flawlessly Perfect. That was until you met Daniel. He proved you wrong. Both of you grab the Cards to look through the Cards. ,,Good Evening. Can i take your Order already?“, A deep Voice interrupts your Thoughts. A familiar Voice.
Your Mouth falls agap as your Heart sinks. For A Moment everything inside of you Collapses and shatters infront of your Eyes. Its like somebody would tear open all the Scars, that were just healed because of Daniel, making his Work fade away. All inside of you fights against you. Christian. Christian. Christian. You can‘t seem to be able to form a Single Thought. It‘s him. The Guy who manipulated you into thinking you weren‘t ever good enough, who broke you more than anyone else could and the one who cheated on you during. Denial tightens your Chest making it harder to breath for you.
Finally you manage to lay down your Card and look up to him. The Smirk on his Lips sends a Shiver down your Spine. Your Stomach turns as your Eyes meet. He barely changed. The disgustingly Proudness in his Eyes didn‘t leave. For a Moment you look for a Glimpse of Regret in his Eyes. Because he would see it if he looked you into your Eyes again. No. He doesn‘t regret anything. Not breaking your Heart, not leaving you on the floor alone and not for making you basically coldhearted for the past 6 years. ,,Sure uhm you wanna go first?, Daniel asks breaking the Atmosphere that you could have cut with a Knife. It‘s like Christians Eyes burn into your Skin as you fight with yourself to not give him the satisfaction of your Attention.
,,uhm i‘ll take a Wine. Red please.“, you reply keeping your Eyes on the uninformed Daniel who seems to notice your Concern. Involuntarily you started shaking a bit. He‘s just a Few Inches away from you. Only a Few Inches. Even though you tried the Past 6 years to push him as far away as possible. To make his Voice dancing around sometimes in your Head to replace it with Daniel even though it‘s back again and louder than ever. He orders something too but his Voice seems far away as you starre at the maroon napkins. Christians Eyes basically wander over your Skin making you uncomfortable. As soon as you feel the Tears closing your Throat you manage to fight them back and not even let them shoot into your Eyes in the First Place.
,,I‘ll bring them in a Second.“, Christian speaks up making all the fog around your Head just close. ,,Thank you.“, Daniel says. Obviously worried he leans forward looking at you. ,,Are you okay?“, he asks. Finally you gain Control over your own Body again not feeling so numb anymore. ,,Uh yeah.“, you scratch the back of your Head. Daniel knows something is off, he just hasn‘t figured out what yet. ,,Y/n?“, he asks calmly as he notice you not being able to really look up. ,,It‘s just. That guy. The waitress. He‘s my Ex.“, you admit your Voice and Hands competing about who‘s shakier.
Daniel looks at you just as calm as he was the Second before. ,,Do you want to leave?“, he asks. Immediately you shake your Head. You can‘t just run away. ,,no no. It‘s fine. It doesn‘t matter. He doesn‘t matter.“, you sigh smiling weakly as you grab Daniels Hand. Impressed by Yourself you manage to abandon Christian from your Mind that is coming towards your Table with your Drinks. Daniel is the only one who matters. The one you love. And not Christian. As he arrives at the Table and sets down both of your drinks Daniels Bodylanguage towards him has completely changed in the Matter of a Minute. Protectively. ,,Thanks.“, he says now a bit colder. He knows how much he hurt me back then.
,,You sure you wanna stay?“, Daniel asks after Christian left with the Same Smirk as before. God, how you wish you could wipe that disgusting smirk of his Faces. He acts like he won. But he didn‘t. You did. Some people are lucky enough to have a Partner. You are even luckier. You have a Daniel. That‘s why you won. And you decide to show that to him as you tangle your Fingers into Daniel even tighter as he walks by looking at you two. Sadly his Smirk only grows making you feel like you lost again. ,,Uhm excuse me i have to use the Restroom.“, you excuse yourself clearing your Throat. The Thick air just seemed to pressure you too much.
,,Ok.“, Daniel nods. Even as you walk away you can feel Christians eyes not leaving you for a Second. The dark Hallway to the Way to the Toilet just gives you enough light. Leaving out a stressful Sigh you lean against the wall. He has no right to destroy anything that you built up. That Daniel Built up. ,,You have changed.“, somebody pulls you our of your Thought. His Figure is standing a Few Meters away from you. The Air is stolen from your Lungs. Confusing washes over you but you catch yourself. ,,That‘s what People do. They change.“, you tell him upset. You pray he will just turn around and Go. But he‘s Christian. He would never just let the Situation be.
,,I know. But seriously; Him?“, he chuckles Sarcastically. ,,Don‘t talk about him you don‘t know him.“, you tell him clenching your Teeth. ,,No but i know you deserve something better.���, Christian tells you. ,,That‘s not what you told me when you had your Chance.“, You snap. Smirking he walks a bit closer to you making you shift a bit. Goosebumps crawls over your Skin spreading. Pressing against the wall he is now only a few Inches away again. ,,Let me make it up to you.“, he whispers. Hardly swallowing you look at him. You don‘t even consider it for a Second. ,,No.“, you tell him.
All of sudden he reaches Forward a bit letting two Fingers travel down your Waist covered by your Dress. Him touching you makes you wanna scream at the top of your Lungs. ,,Christian stop.“, you tell him. ,,Oh c‘mon Y/n.“, he whispers leaning close to your Ear. ,,Christian.“, you shift trying to fight him of but he pins your Arms above your head against the Wall. Panic builds up inside of you. Tears well up in your Eyes. ,,Christian Stop!“, you now yell, praying somebody would hear you. ,,Stop!“, you repeat. Half his Weight is pressed against your Body. ,,Christian Stop!“, you almost beg.
Suddenly you feel the weight being lifted of you, relieving you. As you open your Eyes again you see Daniel throwing a Punch at Christian. Everything happened so fast. Daniel punching Christian who stumbles back a Bit. Blood comes from his Nose as he chuckles ironically. ,,Ohh. You think you are so strong huh?“, He sarcastically says. It‘s like the Moment is frozen in time as he punches Daniel back making your Begging to stop drown out. But Christian underestimated, Daniel. He manages to throw an even harder Punch. Quickly he pins him to the wall. Blood is coming from both their Faces. Your Heart is pouding so loud in your Chest you wonder if the Other Workers running towards you hear it too.
,,𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂.“, Daniel tells Christian who only blinks like he‘s about to faint. ,,Daniel.“, you whisper. Finally Daniel looks at you. His Boiling Blood immediately calms down as he sees the Tears running down your Cheek. Worry fills him as he rushes over to you holding you now. Your Head is tucked under his Chin as the Other Workers start yelling about what happened. Both you and Daniel are told to leave or they‘d call the Police. Immediately you do as told. Getting into the Car you don‘t dare to let a Word drop from your Lips. ,,Are you okay?“, Daniel breaks the Silence as you drive through the Streets.
At the Look in his eyes you can clearly see the Worry. Whipping away the Tears you nod slowly. As you arrive at home both of you get out of the Car. But before you could enter his House he wraps his arms around you just holding and comforting you. It‘s like you can still feel his Hands up on your Body and his Voice whispering in your Ear. But the Arms wrapping around you aren‘t Christians‘. It‘s Daniel. The Familiar Daniel you know better than anyone else. ,,I love you.“, he whispers kissing your Forehead. ,,I love you too.“, you answer your Voice shaky. Hand in hand you enter the House. Quickly you walk to the Bathroom to get some Stuff to clean his single wound.
He clearly got away better than Christian. As you start cleaning it he looks at you like he is seeing you for the First Time ever. Even though your Mascara is all ruined and your Eyes are red from crying he thinks you are the prettiest Woman he has ever seen. He always thinks that. ,,Thank you, for saving me.“, you tell him as you finished cleaning his Wound. With the most gentle Expression you have ever seen he looks at you. ,,Who hurts you hurts me.“, he tells you. Smiling weakly you connect your Lips. Christian can go to hell. Daniel is the only one you‘ll ever need. And the Man you are destined to spend all your Life with. And in that exact Moment you promise yourself to will.
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It‘s late.
The room is dimly lit, the only light that was offered being the few shroomlights that were hanging around the bunker.
The room is quiet, followed by the soft rustling of feathers every time he brushed his fingers ever so carefully through the black and tattered wings.
A yawn escapes him and he momentarily stops his movement.
Etoiles is angry tired.
His eyes glance down at the soothing weight against his legs, watching the smallest of movements every time the curled up figure took a breath.
Phil is still here exhausted, and passed out.
His head rests on one of Etoiles‘ legs, arms curled around himself and a blanket barely draped over his resting figure.
The floor wasn‘t the most comfortable to sleep on, but Etoiles didn‘t want to move and wake Phil up on accident either. He deserved at least some kind of rest because he‘s sure the Federation didn‘t even give him that. Sick assholes.
The screen from his communicator lights up and his attention wanders to the whispered message.
FitMC whispers to you: Wdym he wanted to go back?
He blinks.
He thinks back to earlier that evening, sun setting and his return to the spawn area. Etoiles knew that Phil had a tendency to stay up late, so visiting him in a couple of hours was not a problem.
He briefly wonders what would‘ve happened if he hadn‘t seen Phils heavy steps in the distance, directing his pathway to one of the buildings constructed by the Federation.
Etoiles sighs and goes to message Fit back, mentioning his encounter with Phil insisting on walking back there and waiting until they take him back in.
He doesn‘t mention the way Phil was not even listening to reason at that moment, or the way he kept mumbling about how imperfect he is and insisted on being fixed, or the way Phils eyes didn‘t have this light in them anymore and how out of it he was, or still is.
He‘s seen Phil laugh and chuckle in amusement, yell and scream and shout in anger, but seeing a fellow fighter he looked up to, his own friend so.. broken down like this. Gods, it stung.
Phil moves a little in his sleep and pulls Etoiles out of his thoughts. He sighs and after a few seconds pass by, Etoiles’ hand goes back to brushing through the feathers.
He wasn‘t sure if he was doing it to distract himself from his anger or if he was attempting to subconsciously soothe the asleep avian, but he knew one thing for sure:
He wasn’t going to let them take Phil back again.
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