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#no it would have been a very angsty im in middle school and im SO full of angst and run on sentences and I like edward cullen and the fae
bandgie · 5 months
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After Everything
virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader
part 1 here | part 2 here
synopsis: You thought coming to terms with how you feel about Kai was going to be the hardest. But how he feels about you is a whole other animal itself.
warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, PIV, no protection (bad), loss of virginity (m!), handjob, nipple play (f!), over stimulation (m!), cock warming (if you squint), slight mentions of pregnancy, emotions, insecurities, kinda angsty, possessive reader, happy ending, idk man
5.2 words (fuck im sorry)
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If there was one thing you could count on Yeonjun for, it was his stubbornness. Ever since the little show you and Kai put on for him, he's been consistent in asking for a part two. 
Yeonjun caught you in the cafeteria on campus. He’s wearing a flowy white button-down, sharp clavicle and lean arms on show. It would’ve been truly delightful to see him like this, but you just can't muster the ability to be attracted to him.
"Just one more time! One more, that's all I ask. You don't even have to fuck me. I'll even pay you..." You tune out Yeonjun's begging. It's a little difficult considering he's sitting right next to you, not letting you get a bite of your overcooked pizza in. But there's so many thoughts swirling in your head that it's not possible to pay attention anyway.
You’d done something you promised yourself you'd never do with Kai.
You went to his dorm.
Consistently.
Going to someone's place gives you an insight of who they are. He had a nice roommate, a decent space, and privacy. You told yourself it was convenient to have fun at a house rather than finding a secluded area. 
Wanting that alone time meant something. You didn't want to tease him like this anymore, you didn't want someone to see how he could fall apart at the mere feel of your lips.
He was yours to tease, to touch. No one else should have the privilege of getting a taste of that, no matter how they beg.
"Are you even listening to me?" Yeonjun accuses. 
It takes a couple of blinks for you to focus your attention on him. "If I said no, would you stop bothering me?" He laughs and crosses his legs, "Nope."
You sigh, giving up on your half eaten dinner. Yeonjun is quick to catch your annoyed expression, deciding to take another route.
"You like him huh?"
You turn your head to make eye contact, "Like who?" Yeonjun gives you a sly smile and shrugs, "You know who. I don't know why you're playing dumb."
"I'm not playing dumb," you say defensively. "You're the dumb one." 
Yeonjun chuckles at your little outburst. "No you are. You're blowing me off for Kai. Blowing me off, I'm almost offended. Like, I know you've been distant, but it's not the 'I found someone better and I don't need you anymore' distant. It's the 'I'm head over heels for someone like a loyal dog' kinda distant."
"I'm not a dog!" You yell. A few nearby people look at you weirdly, but you shake them off.
"So you're loyal then," Yeonjun muses. He shrugs again and leans back when you don't say anything. "It's written all over your face babes. Puppy love. With Huening Kai no less, who would've thought. The very same boy you used to slap around, give swirlies in the toilet back in middle school, who you made eat my cum, may I remind you."
You wince at the memories, guilt eating at you from the distant past. You excused your actions by youthful stupidity, by the irrational joy you got when seeing his tears. Even now, you like tasting them. But hurting him isn't how you want to continue. 
"Kai doesn't mean shit," you lie. It's so obvious though. You wouldn't believe it yourself. Yeonjun only makes you feel worse when he keeps smiling like an idiot. 
"Oh, he doesn't mean shit?" He questions. 
You meekly nod.
"Then it shouldn't matter that he's out with some girl then right?"
You sit up straighter and look wide-eyed at Yeonjun, "What?"
Yeonjun picks at his teeth like he's bored, but he has the most amused expression. "Just came back from a bar with Soobin before I saw you. Saw Kai and some chick there, she was chatting him up. Not that it matters though right?"
There's no time wasted when you grab your things. Your bag aggressively slings on your shoulder, almost hitting Yeonjun in the face. "What bar?"
"I thought you said he didn't mean shit?" He teases.
"For fucks sake Yeonjun what bar!" 
Yeonjun glances uneasily at the onlookers giving you dirty looks, but you couldn't care less. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, the tightening in your chest. You think you might cry out of frustration if he keeps playing with you.
"I'll only tell you if you promise-"
"Yes!" You rise to your feet, seething. "You wanna see me get fucked? Done. Just tell me what bar."
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Beomgyu's Bar is for college students only. The sun has barely begun to set, so there's not many people in the building. It doesn't take long to spot Kai's black hair peeking from one of the booths. He's with the same girl from the library you recognize. She obviously did her hair nicely, as if she wanted to impress him.
As if it was a date.
Anger boils in you, but you can't will yourself to move. Now that you're actually here, you don't know what to do. Should you go over there and make your presence known? Steal Kai away like last time? Should you just watch and see how things unfold?
That feeling of helplessness settles in your chest, and you feel the unfamiliar sting of tears in your eyes.
This was a dumb idea. You have no right being here, concerned about who Kai’s with. Not after how you've treated him, how you've talked down to him. Still, you can't stop staring at him from across the room.
Kai must feel your gaze because his head turns from the girl he's talking with to you instead. He recognizes you immediately even under the strobing lights. Your eyes widen at the attention, and you scramble for the exit. 
He jumps to his feet to follow you instantly, ignoring how his companion tries  to pull him back down by the sleeve.
"Where are you going?" She asks. "Do you wanna leave? We can go back to my place and-"
"I'm so sorry Anitta but I really need to do something," Kai doesn't even look her in the eyes. He focuses on freeing himself from her grip.
"Now? It can't wait?"
"No," He deadpans. "Can you please let go?"
"But Hyuka-"
"Don't call me that!" Kai surprises himself with the outburst. Not many people call him that nickname, only you've been consistent with the title since elementary. Strangely, it just sounds wrong when someone else says it. 
The sternness in his voice makes Anitta loosen her grip just enough for Kai to run away. There's no protesting as Kai runs out of the bar, his goal set on finding you.
You left merely a minute ago, you shouldn't have gone far. Kai spots you in the parking lot, looking in your bag for your keys. He doesn't know why you were there, or what to say, but what he does know is that he needs to be with you.
Within a few long strides, Kai reaches you. 
He doesn't need to say anything for you to know he's there, you can feel the warmth of his body behind you. With shaky breaths, you slowly turn to face him. You try to discreetly wipe your tears before you fully face him, sniffing. 
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" You hate yourself for being snarky, but what else are you supposed to do? Fall to your knees and ask for forgiveness? Tell him that you can actually be a decent human being despite the decade of torture?
Kai doesn't let your sarcastic words get to him - he’s used to them. Still, you can see a twinge of pain in his eyes. "You know that's not true," His voice is barely above a whisper. As if he might scare you away if he talks too loudly. 
"Isn't it?" Your voice rises. You don’t share his concern for volume. "At a bar of all places! So what,you get a taste of pussy and think you can get it all?"
Kai looks like his eyes might bulge from their sockets at your crudeness. He shakes his head feverishly, "No! It's nothing like that. She offered to go out-"
You put your hand up, silencing him. "I don't wanna hear it. It's better to have a slut like me to learn how to fuck than go with a good girl. I made it really easy for you didn't I? Here I was, thinking I was being too much of a bitch to you when really-"
"Stop!" Kai finally raises his voice. Your voice dies in your throat. Never has Kai commanded, let alone yelled, at you. There's a certain determination in his eyes that you've never seen before. It makes your heart speed, your legs tremble.
"Stop calling yourself that," Kai speaks softer this time. "Calling yourself...names. I never even thought those things about you. Ever. I mean, I do think about you, but not like that."
Despite being angry a second ago, your chest flutters at his confession. "...You think about me?"
As if realizing what he said, Kai blushes. It takes a moment before he nods, eyes finding the asphalt beneath his feet. "Yes. A lot actually."
You're still hesitant about it though, "Because I'm a bitch to you?"
Kai's head snaps up and he shakes it again, "No! Not at all..." He trails off for a moment, as if reconsidering what he said. The pause makes your heart clench. You should have known. Years of bullying would always stick no matter how much you sucked his dick.
"Well, you are...mean to me," he confirms. "But it's more than that. I kind of want you to do that to me. It's weird, and I honestly think there's something wrong with me. I just wanna be your dog sometimes."
Now it's your eyes that widen, a small laugh escaping into the air. 
Since being with Kai more, you've caught on that he tends to say outlandish things. You would pretend that it was stupid and make fun of him for it, but you've always thought it was cute. 
"Sorry," he gives you a sideways smile. "But it's true. Whether you treat me like a cat or a dog, I just wanna be with you. Yes, you gave me a hard time growing up. And yes...a part of me is still scared of the next thing you'll have me do."
You open your mouth to reassure him that it won't happen again, but he beats you to it.
"But I'd do it. I'd do it again even if it meant brushing my teeth for hours. If it meant having to buy new underwear all the time because of the stains. None of it matters to me except you."
"Hyuka..." You can taste your tears on your lips. You don't deserve this, him. Yet here he is, using his shaky hands to wipe your tears.
"I'm serious. If you don't want me to see her again I won't. Just tell me what to do-"
"No," you choke back on your sobs. "Hyuka how can you still want me after everything I've done to you? I'm a horrible person. I've made you do horrible things. I've treated you horribly. Even now, I ruined your date and made it all about me."
Kai's warm touch is soothing to your wrecked state. You can hear cars pulling up and people walking. If they're watching you and Kai, he must not care to notice. His gentle grasp on you stays, his eyes never leaving yours. 
"You're not a horrible person, and you didn't ruin anything. I've been trying to find an excuse to leave anyway. You saved me if anything," Kai admits. 
Your hands clasp over his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. You both stand in silence, letting your breathing even out. Kai is patient as ever, softly humming under his breath.
That's another habit you've picked up on. You can sometimes hear him sing in the shower, when he's choosing a movie to put on for background noise.
"Oh wow," Kai sounds in awe. You blink a few times to see him looking up, and you mimic his movement. The sun has nearly fully settled, giving the sky a beautiful blue hue.
"It's the blue hour," he says mindlessly. "Isn't it beautiful?."
Your gaze settles on Kai's features. His strong jawline, the little bump in his nose, his full bottom lip. "Yeah," you agree, eyes fixed to his face. "It is."
"Hyuka," you call him after a second. His eyes move away from the sight, but the look of awe never leaves as he looks at you. "I'm sorry." You can feel your tears build up again. "I know it's not enough, and I don't think there's anything I can do to make up for what I did. But I'm so sorry. I wish I could blame it on the fact that I was stupid, that I was drunk. But I can't, and I won't. I'm selfish, I'm mean, I'm messed up. There must be something wrong with me too because I still want you after everything."
"There's nothing wrong with you," he whispers. Kai tenderly kisses your tears away, licking his lips. "Or maybe there is, we can be messed up together."
You giggle at him, playfully smacking his chest. "That's such a loser thing to say."
Kai laughs with you, pearly whites glistening in the setting sun, "I was hoping you'd think I was a lover."
You shake your head, still keeping the smile on your face. "So now what?" You question. "Do we kiss or something?"
Kai only shrugs, "I'll do whatever you want to do."
"We should go back to my place," you reason quickly. "It's getting cold out here."
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His lips are on yours the second you closed the door to your apartment. Kissing Kai is nothing like anything you've experienced before. He’s shaky, messy, uncoordinated, and you love every second of it. You wonder why you never kissed him before. 
You lead him towards your room, both of you tripping and slipping off your shoes. Hushed giggles filled the air as you finally opened your bedroom door.
It’s then that Kai decides to have some decency, "You don't have roommates?"
His lips are swollen and flushed from kissing. Your eyes catch how his hair points in all directions from the previous makeout session in the car. 
You roll your eyes and slam your door closed loudly. "What about it? Take off your pants and get on the bed."
Kai is quick to listen to your directions, fumbling with his belt as you lead him to the bed. 
His hands tremble from anxiousness, struggling to unclasp himself. You take pity on him and sit him on the edge of the bed, falling to your knees. 
"You don't need to rush, Hyuka," you soothingly tell him. Your hands run up and down his thighs, trying to get them to relax. "We can take things slow. Plus I've already seen your dick. A little too late to be shy about showing me that, hm?"
Kai gives you an apologetic smile and nods, "Yeah sorry." You hear him take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Once he's calmed down enough he looks down at you and nods again, a sign to keep going. 
Carefully, you remove his belt and toss it on the ground. You maintain eye contact when you unbutton the top of his pants, moving down to lower his zipper. Kai keeps his eyes trained on yours, a habit you had taught him whenever you gave him head. 
He lifts his hips upwards so you can pool his pants around his ankles. You eye the tent in his boxers, licking your bottom lip. 
"This all for me?" You tease, using your hands to play with his waistband. When he doesn't answer, you pull back on the elastic on his underwear and let it go. The snap sound echoes in your room, and Kai jolts from the slight stinging sensation. 
"Yes! Yes it's all for you." His voice is whiny, eager to be pleased. 
Maybe you should go easier on him, you had a heart to heart with him less than an hour ago. Still, a part of you feels like you've been going too easy on him in the bedroom. Here he is, expecting pleasure from you the moment you bring him to your place. 
You've made Kai quite the whore. 
This is his first time fucking, and that knowledge alone makes you back off from your usual antics. With a smile on your face, you shimmer his boxers off. You can see his ears turn red when you coo at the sight of his hard cock. 
"It's so hard. I can't believe it's like this when I haven't even touched you. Thought you'd get tired of me." You speak mindlessly. 
"I always get like this when I think of you," Kai confesses in a small voice. Your chest blooms with butterflies, returning his blush. "And I'd never get tired of you," he quickly adds. "Never."
To show your gratitude for his words, you grasp his cock in one hand while you place your other hand on his thigh. You stroke him gently, moving to engulf his tip in skin before dragging it down. Kai hums gratefully and grips the sheets. 
It doesn't take long to hear the slick from his pre-cum. Your whole body starts following his strokes as if you're riding him.  Saliva starts to pool in your mouth from watching your hand get all the attention. Still, the emptiness in your throat isn't enough to stop. You love seeing his face twist in pleasure, the way his neck looks when his head is thrown back. 
Unconsciously, you begin to bounce on air. You pussy clenches around nothing, dripping with arousal. You're neglecting yourself from what you crave, what you need. It's been a long time since your pussy has been stuffed. Excluding Kai's tongue and your fingers, there hasn't been much action going on. You couldn't picture yourself sleeping with anyone so long as you were seeing Kai.
Now you’ve been given his dick on a platter, his tip an angry red with bulging veins. Experimentally, you bring your hand upwards to rub the head of his cock. Kai writhes in overstimulation, his hips jerking backwards to escape your touch. 
You hum, understanding. "Sensitive huh? You think you can take my pussy next?"
There's a little spark of panic in his eyes, but determination overpowers it. "I can take it." Kai fidgets with the blankets nervously, "I dunno if I'll be any good."
You take your hand off his length and rise to your feet. "You don't need to be good, Hyuka. Just lie there like a good boy and I'll do all the work." Your fingers grasp the hem on your shirt and you lift the material over your head. 
Kai has seen your boobs before. You've let him place his dick between them and use it like a fleshlight. He never gets bored of the sight though, and his dick jumps again in excitement. 
You throw the blouse in the same direction of his belt. Teasingly, you cup yourself and massage your breasts. "Your turn."
Kai hesitates in taking off his shirt, but seeing you playing with your tits encourages him to do so. He doesn't try to think about how you're staring at him as he tucks his arms in the holes and lifts the shirt over his head. 
To praise him, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. 
You take a few steps closer to Kai so his face is in your chest. He looks up at you as you place a nipple in his mouth, needing some type of stimulation. He obeys, sticking his tongue out to taste your skin. 
His lips suck on your bud, moving his hands to wrap around your bare torso. 
Kai's tongue flicks against your nipple, making you moan. He switches from one boob to the next, unsure of which one to pay attention to. Kai settles for taking his time on each one. 
He notes how you whine when he sucks harshly, how you arch your back further into him when he captures your nipples between his teeth. Kai watches as your skin turns purple from his bruising, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. 
Your legs begin to tremble from the feeling. You keep a grasp on the back of his head to keep him close. The desire between your legs grows stronger. Your patience wears thin as you start undoing your jeans. 
Kai backs away to let you get fully undressed. He kicks his pants off from his ankles and helps you shimmy out of your underwear. 
Both of you are completely nude, exposed. It's a whole new sense of vulnerability. Before, clothes were a way to establish power. You would keep Kai either mostly clothed or naked from down under. It gave you a sense of superiority over him, but that's the last thing, if at all, that you want to feel from him now. 
Instead, you want to feel his body on yours. His hot skin kissing your own. You might always want to take charge in the bedroom, but you don't think you could ever look down on him ever again. 
How did you ever do it in the first place?
You place yourself on his lap, pushing him down by his chest to lay him on the bed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, mouth slightly open to catch his breath. You shush quietly, an attempt to calm him down once again. "It's okay, Hyuka. I'm right here."
Some seconds pass before you place yourself above his hips. You hover over him, knees either side of his waist. Your hand reaches down to grab the base of his cock, angling it towards your entrance. Kai's hands are still fisting the sheets, but you tell him that it's okay to grab you instead.
He listens and takes ahold on your hips, sinking into the bed further. 
To let Kai get used to the feeling, you run the tip on his cock over your pussy lips, letting your arousal gather. The warmth of your sexes makes both of you moan. 
"It's so warm," he notices. You giggle and look up at him, "It's even warmer inside."
Rather than looking nervous, Kai smiles back at you expectantly. 
You take that as a green light to take him in. Slowly, you push the head of his dick inside. The crown spreads you slightly, and you have to bite your bottom lip from moaning too loudly. Kai whimpers at the first feel of your pussy, his grip tightening on you for a second. 
You sink on him a few more inches before moving back up, letting your cunt adjust to his size. There's slight pain on your part, but you're so wet that it's far too easy to slide back down. The ache only mixes with the pleasure each time you take him deeper.
Kai seems to appreciate you taking your time. His hips stay on the bed obediently, taking in the feeling of your walls gushing around him. It's not until you sit on him fully, your ass to his thighs, that he cries out. He swears he sees white from the tight pleasure, the way his cock fits snug in you.
Perfect.
With trembling thighs, you let yourself settle on Kai's girth. He's stretching you out fully, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach. The depth makes you twitch and squeeze around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 
You trail your hands upwards so they rest on his shoulders. "This okay?"
Kai opens his mouth only to moan in response. He's babbling nonsense, but he's nodding rapidly. You can make out a few yes's and a string of curses, making you laugh. Experimentally, you rock your hips on him. The movement makes him whimper, his hands falling further down to grip your ass. 
You set the pace, lifting yourself a few inches up before dropping back down. The feel of his cock dragging inside of you sends shivers down your spine. There's nothing you wish more than to bury yourself deep in his cock, spasming around him. You think you could cum from just squeezing him, but Kai is practically drooling for how you're riding him.
It doesn't take long for the pace to pick up. Especially with how his fingers are digging into the flesh of your ass, itching to pick you up himself just to slam you back down. His hips start thrusting upwards to meet you halfway. 
Your breasts bounce from the force, a series of moans leaving your lips from every thrust. Neither of you care about how loud your thrusts are, skin on skin. If anything, that sound mixed with the wet slapping spurns you on more. Kai picks his head up to watch where you both connect and his dick disappears inside you, imprinting the image into his mind .
The sight alone makes Kia's balls tense. You're so warm, wet, and tight for him that he can feel his release getting closer. Thinking about finishing inside of you is beyond what Kai could have ever wished for. Making you his in any way possible, painting you in his skin in the most vulnerable way. 
It's then that Kai realizes you both have missed a crucial step. 
"Condom!" He chokes out. "C-condom. We didn't...we didn't..." Kai stutters from the power of his orgasm. It hits him so suddenly, his eyes sting from tears. It's embarrassing to cum so quickly, yet how could he not? You just feel too good.
If you heard Kai, you paid no attention to it. Instead, you help him ride out his high. You can feel his cum bury itself deep inside you, hoping to get you pregnant. He came a lot though, as expected from a virgin. Some of it slips out and drips down onto your bed. Not that you mind - it's kind of cute. 
Your hips slow when Kai's moans settle down. He seems to like you rocking on him gently, milking him for every drop. Kai blinks up at you as a few tears fall, making you clench around him.
"I didn't mean to," he sobs. His hands trails up back to your waist as he cries. "I'm s-sorry. I really didn't-"
You shut him up by leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. His cries muffle, but he soon starts kissing you back. Kai presses you closer to him at your taste, finding solace in your touch. You pull away gently, watching how he chases after your lips blindly.
"There's nothing to be sorry about Hyuka," you console. Your hands trail up and down his chest lovingly. "I wanted you to, I liked it."
"Y-You did?" he sniffs.
Nodding, you tell him, "I did. So you don't have to feel bad. We can take care of it in the morning." Kai nods at you, though his eyes still look unsure. 
You decide that you won't have the opportunity to cum tonight, lifting yourself off him. 
Kai's touch surprises you when he keeps you still on his softening cock. "But...you didn't..." He looks up at you shyly, pressing his cock deeper to get his point across. 
You mewl at the feeling, tensing for a moment. "It's okay. We don't have to, I know you're tired."
Despite his sleepy eyes, Kai shakes his head. "I'm not. Use me. I can still be good for you."
Kai gently thrusts his hips upwards, not as deep but still enough to make a whole new warmth of gush leave your pussy. There's no way in hell you can deny yourself from pleasure any longer. Even if his dick isn't as hard, you can still use him, like he offered.
Kai hisses from how feverishly you begin to bounce on his cock. He's still so sensitive, but your need to cum outweighs the care for his own pain. He needs to see how you cum around his dick. Even if you rub him raw, fuck him for hours on end, the feeling of your cunt dripping with your cum around him is all he can think about.
Tears once again prick his eyes, and your hips rock faster upon seeing them. Kai's length is so hot and slippery in you, you can feel your orgasm approaching you quickly. The warmth in your belly builds, chills covering your body.
Still being the obedient boy he is, Kai doesn't stop fucking up into you. Not even when the tears fall down his cheeks or the moans are tumbling uncontrollably from his lips again. You swear you see his eyes go crossed from the overstimulation, spurring you on further. 
No matter how nice you'll be with Kai, no matter how much love you'll give him, seeing him cry will always be your favorite sight.
The building of heat in your stomach finally bursts, flooding your orgasm on Kai's cock. You twitch and moan when you cum, clenching harshly on Kia's abused dick. Kai rocks his hips against you to ride out your high, mimicking how you did for him.
You steady yourself on his shoulder before collapsing on him chest to chest. Both of you breathe raggedly, sweaty bodies mingling with each other. You both pay no mind, opting to stay still instead. 
Nobody makes a move to pull Kai out of you. Not that you wanted to, it felt rather nice to have him inside. 
Silence falls over you two as you steady your breaths. It's as though the world stopped moving. All you can feel is Kai's embrace as he wraps his arms around you. You snuggle closer to him, planting a brief kiss on his chest.
"How are you feeling?" You ask, lifting your head up to see him.
Kaipeers up at you, looking thoughtful. "I feel...thirsty."
You adjust yourself so that you're supporting yourself on the palm of your hands, preparing to get up. "I can get some water-"
"No. You stay here, I can get it." Kai easily lifts you off his dick, both of you whining at the loss of contact. He sets you beside him and sits up, grabbing his clothes that he hastily puts on. 
He gives you one last look before slipping out of your room. You take this brief time to collect your thoughts, your feelings. 
Or so you try until your phone goes off. You sit up to search for the device on the floor, spotting it near your pants. You crawl off the bed, legs aching from being in one position for so long. Once the phone is in your hand, you climb back in bed and open your notification. 
Yeonjun: i expect my compensation within the next few weeks
You groan, hating yourself for agreeing to his terms. There's no time to think about responding when Kai walks in with two glasses of water and a towel he must've found. 
You shut your phone off and welcome your new lover back in bed. You'll have to worry about your promise to Yeonjun another time.
a/n: and thats a wrap! thank you so much for reading this little series and I hope you enjoyed it! I did *slightly* hint at an epilogue, but we'll see if I actually do it. huge thanks to @then-make-me for editing and revising!! this was defo a chore im sure! thank you so much!
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blueberry-pride · 10 months
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Referring to this~
OMG! I read the Q&A but IS IT TRUE? Im so excited 😳👉👈 Ummmm may i req then? Not for the event, but just a general req 😌 A scenario/hcs of Leona with fem!s/o where s/o needs comfort & gets spoiled cz she's having burnout due to all of the incidents on NRC~ I hope this is not too much, if u want to change the plot it's ok, thank u & have a nice day 😳✨
I See Right Through You...
Leona x FEM! S/O
warnings: leaning on to very angsty, cursing, personal issues
Berry: I'M FINALLY BACK AA-💀 just wrapped up some things and you should have some of the requests from the events roll around within the month or so 😣 I changed a bit of it but the overall theme is the same just something that hits a little too close to home ;=; Special Thanks to my lovely friends Len and Luna who helped me out with this one ❤️❤️
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"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"
"Sometimes I'd like to be the damsel-but sevens forbid the woman wanting to be saved from all the stupid stress of this world."
"Well I'm so sorry for complaining over a job I didn't ask for but hey- we're in a magical school full fun and dreams, cuz that's sure to make up for ALL the unnecessary emotional and physical labor!" Your voice cracked as you forced a cheery smile.
Leona wasn't expecting you to snap at him when he wanted to mess with you for just a little bit. He had observed you from afar for quite some time now. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to people putting up a face for other's sake.
His emerald gaze would glint over your figure as he studies the creases in your eyes from all the work you've been doing. He'd always wondered how much you could take, often times giving you snarky or witty advices in hopes to get you out of your doormat cycle.
He admitted what the Head-mage was doing is a bit too far. He was kinda impressed on how you pushed on with that fiery and stubborn heart of yours.
A sadistic part of him wanted to see when you'll break
He wanted to see you bite back
He anticipated it even more when multiple students come to you for help increased by the day;
You nodded along as Ace and Deuce were once again asking help in doing their chores back at Heartslabyul, you laughed it off as one of their usual antics.
You happily agreed when Kalim invited you to one of his many celebrations despite just finished with your cleanup at Ramshackle, your smile didn't reach you. Those glassy eyes of yours, shifting downwards to hide the reluctance.
It was an asshole move of him in all honesty.
Not lending out a helping a hand but he knew you were capable. For fuck's sake you got him AND his dorm to help you out during Azul's little "tantrum".
He wanted you to overcome this on your own. However, he had an oversight on how much you can take on the world alongside his bullshit attempt of support.
Leona had happened to pass by a class with the door wide open, his lions ears perked at the ongoing conversation.
"Phyn, you're in our group." One student spoke up. "Oh hell yeah, thanks dude!" Another cheered, followed by the sound of a high-five.
"-And I guess that's everyone.. Oh (Y/N)..hmm I guess you and Grim would be a duo, every other's group is already filled up." "Uh.." You chuckled with a loppy smile. "No worries, at least I get to stay in my dorm this time." The class chuckled at your comment and nodded along. As the groups filed out chatting amongst each other, he took lighter steps walking closely behind you.
It wasn't until you reached the entrance of Ramshackle is when you finally noticed him. Which led to the situation right now. "Why the long face herbivore, where's the can-do attitude I know and adore~?"
Your hands balled into fists, shaking as tears were running down your eyes.
"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"
'Shit...' He said mentally.
"Let's...do this inside. We don't want anyone gawking at ya like this." He laid a hand behind your back inside and joined you not before he scanned the area for any curious on-lookers.
He leaned against the side of the wall of the living room, listening to your continued rant. Throwing hands and even had the strength to throw away the innocent coffee table in the middle, Its legs breaking into splinters as soon as it hit impact onto the cold hard floor. "-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO FIX THINGS?" You exclaimed towards the pillow you threw towards the ground.
"Helping fix things is nice and all.." You sniffled. "But is it really so wrong to want that shit in return?"
He knew it was bad but he wanted to see how far you're flames would burn him. He wanted it to hurt-what you've been going through, he knows he can take it.
"You're ranting to the wrong person, go off on Crowley, yell at your classmates for ignoring ya. Tell that red-head and blue-haired friend of yours to fuck off and do their own stupid chores." "Be fucking selfish for once herbivore, Treat yourself to a nice nap-"
"-Oh what? like you? I'm not you Leona." You retorted back. "For fuck sakes you were born here-you were supposed to exist in this plane of existence while I got chucked out of mine." "You say I exist here but I'm one of the least wanted given my 'cheery' attitude. At the very least I know when to stand my guard." You huffed as you sat on the couch, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Is this your way of helping me? because I could clearly feel the love right now..." Leona let out a dry chuckle as he walked over to you. His imposing figure casts a shadow over you but as you gaze at his eyes, there was a lingering feeling of warmth. "Dont be like me." He shook his head. "Sevens, I hope you don't end up like me, but what I'm trying to say is..." His voiced trailed as he looked at your shaking form.
A memory sliced through him for a second. For a brief moment he saw his little self all those years ago in the visage of you. "In a campus full of these jackasses in NRC-including myself sometimes, I... I see right through you." He awkwardly patted your back. "I know it sucks but don't do that shit to yourself where you thought 'hey, I know who to look for if I'm in a room full of folks I adore, but who would look for me?'" Leona had a distant look as he stared at the broken table in the middle of the dorm. "Look for yourself first, look for that little corner of your room to be selfish with what you want to do. Worry about the details later." You cleared your throat as you steal a soft glance at him "You may not be the best and most unlikely to look for advice." The air seemed to change as the both of you share a soft laugh. "But you get right to the point...even though you could've done something much earlier." "What's the fun in that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Besides, You don't need a king's help in chess, a queen...has all the moves she needs."
Leona was surprised to hear your melodic laughter, belting out through your still falling tears at his small comment. "Oh my God Leona you did not just-" You wiped a tear as you smiled at him. He felt a flutter in his chest from the way you're looking at him now. "Well you did just say, I'm not the best." He smirked.
The tense feeling in his shoulder now dissipated as he settled himself on the couch strangely close to you, a tiny voice inside him wondered why. Seeing you smile even though you just murdered the poor coffee table not too long ago is a sign to him he did his job.
It's certainly weird but it's you. People may not look for you or choose you in a room full other characters from their lives, but you can trust that there's always a lion beastman just out in hallway, willing to stand with you through it all.
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omg im genius—idk if u do jc BUT like fluff and kindaaa angsty at one point but like “paper rings” by ts (our lord and savior) mixed with falling by father (harry styles) and adore you. ITS A LOT IK but like..yk? do WHATEVER you want with that. take the mic away—but if you don’t write for jack champion then ethan landry is more than fine (fem reader but like she’s someone who doesn’t take ppls bs and is just a total badass and is kinda reserved? but super sweet in reality) -x 🤫 AND OMG UR RECENT FF WAS SOO GOOD I LOVED IT ANYWAYS MUCH LOVE xxx🙏🤍
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pairings: jack champion x fem!reader tags: fluff, angst kinda a/n: heyy i'm so sorry this took too long lmaoo i've been busy with school but anyways here you gooo! also i love the paper rings concept like omg (it's one of me and my gf's theme song hehe) pls do comment abt what you think of this because i wrote this half asleep and i take criticism loll
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it was golden. your relationship with jack had been golden. you both had met during the filming of avatar: the way of water. you had given him a cold shoulder in the street the first time you met him, you were both cat and mouse for a month or two and now you wake up in the middle of the night just to watch him sleep. you were always on cloud nine whenever you're with him whether on dates where he makes receipts as paper rings for you to wear, or just him telling you to shut up and let him adore you.
but you were both very very busy people, everything drastically changed when jack got a major role in a big movie. from staying up late in bed cuddling, turned into you staying up late in the couch to wait for him arrive home but end up sleeping in the couch. but you always wake up the next day with jack gone, breakfast ready, and a note from him.
two months passed, and you were missing him. badly. you never even talk anymore even though you both live in the same apartment. it was always jack leaving the house early and coming home late. you understood him, you really do- being an actor is a hard job, you just wished he'd pay even a little bit of attention to you.
you told him about what you felt one day, when he was out of work early. you could see the guilt in his eyes. "i'm so sorry," he whispered, hugging you. "i am so so sorry, i'll make it up to you i promise," he says pulling away. "really?"
"yes i promise that," jack grinned at you, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. "say what, i'll come home early and cook you dinner tomorrow just like old times," he says, taking your hand excitedly. "i have a day off the day after tomorrow so we could watch movies til two am and sleep in,"
you couldn't help but grin. "so it's a date?" you asked, placing a hand on his cheek. "it's a date," he smiles at you, kissing the palm of your hand. "i literally love you jack champion," you mutter before kissing him. "i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you so much," he says, peppering your face with kisses with every 'i love you'.
you giggled and tried to squirm away from him, but he was too strong and he started to kiss you everywhere. when he pulled away with a grin, you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "i miss this," you sighed. "me too," he says, pressing your foreheads together.
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he didn't come home early. you were waiting for him on the couch absent-mindedly scrolling on your phone. you realized thirty minutes has passed and jack didn't arrive when he said he would. it was just probably traffic. you assured yourself.
an hour passed, you were getting worried but you decided against on texting him. two hours, you finally texted him.
y/n
hey babe
where are you
didn't you say you're making dinner
pls answer my calls
we were supposed to be on a date
you promised ☹️
three hours had passed and your stomach was rumbling. you hadn't eaten anything for awhile. you decided to order a pizza since you weren't in the mood to cook. five hours, you've left jack pizza in the fridge. you're now curled up in the bed, tears falling down your face. he promised. now you're pouring acid rain in the pillow where he used to lay his head.
you fell asleep crying while jack, who just remembered the date hurriedly went home. he'd been out with some of his friends to celebrate the day off, completely forgotten the date. not until he decided to check his phone to see hundreds of missed calls and spams from you, something in him clicked. something had been bothering him all night and he just realized it was this. the date. how could he have forgotten? he's been thinking about that all day and yet he just forgot it. and he messed up.
he arrived the apartment dark and empty. you had already fallen asleep. he kicked his shoes off and hurriedly went to the bedroom to see you sleeping. he approached you, and he could see your tear stained face. "oh baby," he muttered, sitting down on the bed, caressing your cheek. "i'm so sorry," he whispered.
your eyes fluttered open, you saw jack's blurred figure. "jack?" you muttered sleepily. "there's food in the fridge," you mumble, turning around, making him face your back.
"are you angry?" he asked quietly. your eyes shot open. a minute of silence followed. "just go eat jack, i want to sleep," was all you said before shutting your eyes again.
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you woke up early the next day, lifting jack's heavy arm which was around you. you wanted to stay in his arms forever but you were giving him the silent treatment. you got into the kitchen and started making breakfast when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. "good morning," he says as he buried his face on your neck. you only hummed in response, trying to get him off you. he pulled away pouted at you. "are you still angry?" he asked.
you ignored him, and continued on making breakfast. jack felt his heart sink. "honey please, talk to me," he pleaded. you sneaked a glance at him, and he looks so fucking adorable with that stupid pout and puppy brown eyes. you had to stop yourself from smiling because he looks so fucking adorable.
"y'n... y/n please," he says taking your hand, forcing his hand to look up at him. you were suddenly met by his adorably cute and puppy eyes.
"talk to me," he whispered, taking your face with his hands then kissed you in the forhead. "you promised," you mutter quietly. "i know i'm so so sorry about that- i got caught up in some things... please forgive me?" he pleads, connecting both of your foreheads together. "please- i'd walk though fire for you,"
"i'd even dance at you weirdly- look," he says, taking out his phone and started to play some random music and danced. you couldn't resist the grin plastered on your lips as you watched him dance.
when he saw you smile, his eyes lit up. "i made you smile!" he says excitedly. you laughed. "i couldn't resist you, you were so adorable," you replied.
"adorable? what about hot?" he wiggles his eyebrows as he flexes his muscles. you laugh at him. "maybe next time," you grin. "are you still mad at me?" jack asked.
"no not anymore, i couldn't stay mad at you for too long," you said, pulling him in a hug. it took everything in jack not to throw his fist in the air and scream. instead he wraps his arms around you too, never wanting to let you go. "let me make it up to you today," he said. "i promise i won't break it this time," he kissed the top of your head, before pecking you on the lips.
and so he did. he made you breakfast, and then declared to give you princess treatment for the rest of the day. he washed the dishes and did your chores, and cuddled up with you while watching a movie.
halfway through the movie, with his arm around you and a blanket draped over the both of you. he looked at you, taking in your beauty. he could see how beautiful your eyes looked, the way you'd tuck your hair behind your ear, the way you'd smile and laugh at the funny scenes.
feeling his gaze, you looked up at him. "what?" you asked, smiling. "i'm adoring the love of my life right now, and it's probably the only thing i'll ever do," he grinned. you couldn't help but smile, and kissed him.
"i hope this never ends," you mumble against his lips, foreheads connected and the movie long forgotten. "because i'd never walk cornelia street again,"
he smiled at you. "i promise, this will never end. ever," he said, as he kissed you. "i love you, y/n. i love you so much,"
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potsandpains · 2 years
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practically perfect in every way part 4
hotch x fem!reader
AN: ooookay im still alive!! let me know what y'all think of this!!!
jack is 6 at the beginning of this, haley is,,, not living (rip) and hotch is aorund 40ish in this! reader is 25-26ish.
summary: aaron is feelin real angsty over how much he likes his son's nanny, and his angst is made worse by said nanny having a boyfriend he is NOT a fan of
plus a little action in this one wink wink
CW: asshole boyfriend??? i think that's it???
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part 3:
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“Garcia do we have an address for the suspect’s parents?” Hotch said into his phone.
“Yes sir,” she replied, “looks like Kurt and Cheryl are at 1312 y/n Drive. Sending you the address now!”
“Thank you.” He hung up.
How funny, he thought, what are the odds a tiny town with a population of less than 20,000 people would have a street with her name on it? 
When he and Morgan rounded the corner to the address, he took a picture of the street sign and sent y/n a text. 
AH: Saw your name on a street sign in the middle of nowhere. Funny, right?
She responded almost immediately.
YN: Oh that’s way funny! Any way you could pull some FBI strings and steal the sign for me? It would make for a great wall decoration lol
AH: Something tells me theft of city property might be an abuse of my position. Sorry.
YN: All good, boss man. Only joking lol.
It had been a few weeks since the black eye incident. Their moment in the kitchen (so rudely interrupted by Jack. Aaron loved his son but he didn’t know if he’d ever been so exasperated with him than in that very moment) lingered in Aaron’s memory. His dynamic with y/n hadn’t changed dramatically, but it didn’t necessarily feel like it had never happened either. 
She was still her bubbly self, he the stoic grouch she claimed he was. She teased him and he teased back with enough encouragement. But something was different.
He caught her looking at him with the same tender expression he had caught that night more and more, and he wasn’t sure if it was because it was occurring with greater frequency or because she wasn’t hiding it. 
He found himself more apt to be close to her. They had never been physically affectionate, but she now gave him a hug goodbye before she left every night, and when he got home from cases he hugged both Jack and her.
He felt like he was back in middle school, losing his mind over hugging her. But he loved being able to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight, even if it was just for a second or two. 
Those seconds were precious to him, as she now was spending more and more time with Braden. 
Y/n and Braden had met while in line at the grocery store. Y/n was picking up groceries for the Hotchners when she realized she had forgotten goldfish crackers for Jack. So, turning to the person behind her, she asked if he could hold her space in line while she went to grab them. 
He said he would, in exchange for her phone number and a coffee date. 
At least, that’s how y/n explained it to Aaron. She and Braden went on the coffee date and had gotten along quite well, and had been texting ever since.
Aaron, having never met him, obviously hated him.
He was sure he was fine, really, but he hated that Braden apparently had more guts than he did.
Aaron Hotchner, unit chief of the BAU, an FBI agent who chased psychopaths for a living, had been too scared to act on how he felt, and as a result had to listen to y/n talk about whoever Braden was, heart wincing every time.
He found out who Braden was, naturally.
Besides y/n’s description, he had Garcia run a very thorough background check the minute he got a last name from Y/n. Braden Casey; a high school math teacher who enjoyed dogs, hiking, and reading in his free time. Besides having an odd fixation with self-help podcasts (who listens to 4 different podcasts on how to become ‘the man’?) no red flags arose from the report he received from Garcia, but there was something about him that Aaron simply did not trust. 
Y/n didn’t talk about him much. He assumed it was because she was trying to be somewhat professional around him. He hoped it was to spare his feelings.
He tried to be encouraging and supportive. “What’s Braden like?” He had asked her.
“He’s great,” She had said. “I don’t know, he’s always working towards being a better version of himself, and he really wants to be the best person he can. It’s something I really admire about him.”
He hoped that was true.
They dated slowly, he thought. Apparently Braden did a lot of after school tutoring and wasn’t free many evenings and heaven knows y/n was busy with Jack, so they didn’t go out often.
He learned from y/n this was called the “talking stage,” where they weren’t strictly dating each other but were still communicating and maintaining interest.
Thus, another reason he thought Braden an idiot. Y/n wasn’t the kind of person with whom you had a talking stage, he had thought. Aaron thought if he were smart Braden would snap y/n up as quickly as he could. Although, he wished he wouldn’t.
That’s what he would have done, if hadn’t psyched himself out. He tried to convince himself to own up to what he felt and to simply tell her. It would be much easier to have it out in the open if she wasn’t in a committed relationship, right?
But somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. She seemed happy, and he didn’t want to ruin that by saying “hey, i know you’re my son’s nanny and i'm technically your boss but just a heads up I wanted to tell you I’m so in love with you I can hardly function!”
He didn’t think that would end well.
So he was quiet. And patient. And frustrated as hell.
/ / /
Around two months into their “talking stage,” y/n had mentioned to him that she and Braden were officially dating.
“Really?” he asked, feigning excitement. “That’s exciting. Congrats.”
“Thanks!” She replied. “I’m excited.”
“So how is that going to work? He seems pretty busy, and heaven knows we keep you busy enough around here-”
“Oh,” she interrupted. “Braden mapped out a schedule of things so we have an idea of when we’re both free. He says he wants to ‘optimize on any free time so this will work’,” She said, using air quotes with a laugh on her lips.
Aaron briefly considered completely chaning every aspect of Jack’s and y/n’s schedule to throw a wrench in Braden’s plans. Deciding to save his pettiness for another day, he simply nodded. 
“That sounds very… organized.” He said.
“Yeah he’s kind of funny about that kind of stuff. Blames it on his math brain, apparently. Everything has a system and a place and he likes things done as neatly as possible.”
What was she, his girlfriend or a calculus problem? He thought to himself. 
“Well great. Sounds like he’s thought of everything then.” He said.
She shrugged. “Sure seems like it.”
/ / /
“No, I still can’t make it tonight. Yeah, Jack has a big history project due tomorrow and I really want to be here in case he needs help… No, I can’t just call Jess. Look, I’m sorry you bought tickets for that orchestra concert I told you I couldn’t go to weeks ago but I- Yes, I put it on the google calendar and everything. This project is really important to Jack and I’m not missing it... I really am so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Aaron was at his desk in his office, listening (while simultaneously trying not to listen) to y/n pace up and down the upstairs hallway on the phone with whom he could only presume to be Braden.
They had been officially dating for three months, and Aaron couldn’t help but notice that things felt off between the two. He didn’t know what exactly, but something had shifted between y/n and Braden and things weren’t as neat and tidy as before.
He sat at his desk, trying (and failing) to read his book as he listened to y/n and Jack work on his history project downstairs. He was supposed to do a report on a person in history he admired. Aaron had assumed he would pick Abraham Lincoln or the Wright brothers or any other historical figure, but Jack had apparently decided that the most influential person in his world was Dr. John Harvey Keller, who had invented the process of making peanut butter. 
An odd choice, but Aaron understood the appeal. 
After spending an indeterminate amount of time reading and rereading the same page, he called it quits. Closing his book, he placed it on the desk and began walking downstairs. Maybe at least he could help Jack glue pictures to his poster. He was halfway down the stairs when he heard a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” he said, “I’m halfway there anyway.”
“Okay!” Jack and y/n chorused from the kitchen.
Years at the BAU had made him cautious of unexpected visitors. He double checked for the small revolver he had stashed in the bookcase next to the door. He had always made sure it was nearly above his own reach so Jack could never get to it. Clicking the lock open and taking it from its hiding place in the fake book, he tucked it into the waistband of his jeans, keeping a hand on it as he opened the door.
Much to his surprise, it wasn’t a maniacal psychopath at his doorstep. 
It was worse.
It was Braden.
His button down shirt and tie had a defeated look about them with his tie loosened and top button undone.Aaron noticed his slacks were wrinkled. He cocked his head to the side and looked Aaron up and down.
Aaron’s eyes narrowed.
Braden pushed his wavy hair out of his eyes and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Is y/n here?” He asked.
Aaron decided to play dumb, pretending that he hadn’t done a background search so thorough he knew exactly what was on Braden’s web browser history.
“I’m sorry, who are you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Braden Casey. I’m y/n’s boyfriend. You must be Aaron?” He extended a hand to Aaron.
“It’s Mr. Hotchner, thank you.” Aaron nodded. He reached forward and reciprocated his handshake. It was firmer than he anticipated it to be, but still weaker than his own.
Braden swallowed. 
“Come in,” He said, “I know she’s pretty busy with Jack, but let me see if she can come to the door.”
Braden didn’t move from his spot on the porch. 
God He really needed to quit being so antagonistic. 
“You really work her hard, don’t you?” Braden said.
“I’m sorry?”
“Can’t even give her a night off to go to a concert with her boyfriend?” Braden said it as if he was trying to be funny, saying it almost jokingly, but there was bitterness to his words.
“Y/n sets her own hours.” Aaron responded sharply. “Maybe you should ask yourself why she wanted to be here instead of with you.”
“Easy old man, I-”
“Braden?” y/n appeared behind him, looking at Braden over Aaron’s shoulder. “What are you doing here? I gave you the address to the house for emergencies, you aren’t supposed to come here when I’m working.”
“I think it’s an emergency when my girlfriend cancels our date to hang out with a 7 year old.” Braden said, crossing his arm.
Aaron saw anger flash in y/n’s eyes. “Okay, you come with me. If you have something to say to me, we’re going to talk about this like adults.” She pushed past Aaron, meeting Braden on the porch and grabbing him by the arm and pulling him down the steps of the porch. She looked over her shoulder to Aaron. “Tell Jack I’ll be right back.”
He nodded as she closed the door behind her, placing the gun back to its hiding place and walking into the kitchen to find Jack with a glue stick in hand and paper cutouts of peanuts and Dr. John Harvey Keller stuck to his face. He turned to face Aaron, paper crinkling. “Hey dad! Do you like my pictures?” 
Aaron sighed. “They’re great, buddy. I’d like them more if they were on your poster, though.”
Jack rubbed his sticky hands together, grinning at the sound it made. “Do you think I could glue my lips shut?”
Aaron pulled the glue stick from his son’s hand. “Glue is for paper, Jack, not for your skin. I know it’s fun to play with, but you need to use it properly or we can’t use it at all. Do you want to take those pictures off yourself or do you want me to help you?”
Jack began pulling them off one by one. “I can do it. Who was at the door?”
Aaron resisted the urge to sigh once again. “Y/n’s friend, Braden.”
“You mean her boooooyfriend?” Jack said.
“Yes, her boyfriend.” He replied. 
“I don’t like him.” Jack winced after a piece of paper that was stuck to his eyebrow came off.
“Why not, buddy?”
“Y/n says he’s really nice but if he’s nice he wouldn’t come to our house and stop y/n from helping me with my homework.” He said matter-of-factly. 
Aaron thought about that for a second before nodding in agreement. “I guess that’s fair.”
Jack shrugged. “I wish y/n didn’t have a boyfriend, then she could be here all the time.”
“Jack she’s already here pretty much all the time.”
“She doesn’t sleep here all the time.” Jack said defiantly. “She has a different house she sleeps at. The one where she doesn’t have a bathtub.”
“I guess you’re right. I’m sorry, I know you really like her.”
“I love her.” Jack said, smoothing out the pieces of paper he had glued to his face. They were wrinkly, but hopefully would still work.
Aaron just nodded. 
“Dad?”
“Yeah buddy.”
“Do you love y/n?” He asked. 
Aaron paused, swallowing. His heart ached as he replied, “Yeah Jack, I do.”
He and Jack were working in silence when y/n reappeared, cheeks flushed and eyes watery. Jack was putting the finishing touches on his poster board and was focused on it when Aaron caught y/n’s attention. Are you okay? He mouthed.
She shook her head, looking down. 
Aaron cocked his head towards the doorway. Go head upstairs. I’ll get Jack, he mouthed.
She nodded, leaving the kitchen quickly. 
“Jack, that looks great,” Aaron said. “I think y/n is super tired and went to bed. Let’s get you to bed too and then we’ll finish it up tomorrow morning.”
Aaron was thankful that Jack went to bed quickly and quietly. He was a smart kid, and clued into the tension that was lingering in the air. After Aaron helped him with scrubbing glue from his face, arms, and hands, he fell asleep right as his head the pillow. 
After closing Jack’s door, Aaron found his way in front of y/n’s. He knocked on the door. “Y/n?”
“Come in.”
He eased open the door and found her sitting cross-legged on the bed, clutching a pillow. 
“Hey.” He said. 
“Hi.” She said.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yes? No? I’m not sure.”
“Can I ask what happened? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but if it would help-” 
“I think that would be good. I should talk to someone about all this, I think.” She said. 
He didn’t move from his spot by the door. Y/n glanced up towards him. “You can sit down. I won’t make you stand through this.” She sniffed as she patted a spot next to her on the bed. Aaron sat, making sure to keep ample distance between the two of them.
“Have I ever told you that Braden is on a new kick of listening exclusively to classical music?”
He shook his head.
She laughed. There was bitterness in it. “He said that classical and instrumental music makes him feel good. Read about it in some book that it doesn’t distract you like other genres and allows you to focus on being your “best self.” Anything loud and rambunctious sounds like radio static now, apparently.”
Aaron snorted, but said nothing
“I like classical music fine, I just don’t want it to be the only thing I listen to. I am also a hundred percent sure he still listens to all his normal stuff too but he has this weird thing with me where I think he needs to appear like he’s the smartest guy in the room. Classical music really is fine and there are plenty of pieces I like but when I’m with him, that’s all we listen to. Which is fine because he’s comfortable and just fine but what if I said one day that I hate classical music and it sounds like radio static to me? Would he change? Would he listen to the music that I like? Would he drop the stupid act?”
She clutched the pillow tighter, shaking her head. “I like him, I really do, and we get along well, temperament wise. It’s just that our interests are so different and I-” her voice broke and buried her face in the pillow.
“Y/n.” He said.
“What.” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. 
“Is this really about classical music?”
She lifted her head, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “No, I guess it isn’t.
He remained silent, staring at his hands resting in his lap. 
“I think-” She started, “I think it’s about more than that. I just- he cancels things all the time because a student needs help tutoring or he has a math club meeting or something like that and I am so chill about it. I never lose it and I’m super understanding. But the one time I took a rain check on an orchestra concert I told him I had no interest in going to he comes to your house
and makes me feel like I’m the worst person in the world because I apparently didn’t “consider his feelings” when I consider his feelings all the damn time.” She cringed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I just- I don’t think he thinks my work is as important as his and that he somehow needs to prove he’s better than me in some way, even though we literally have the same amount of education and I literally have a published research study on- it doesn’t matter. I- I just - ugh.” 
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Well. That’s another stupid thing.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “He doesn’t want to end things but he wants some time.”
“Like… a break?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“What kind of break?”
“He wants to go no contact for a month. In that month we can date other people and do whatever we like, but if in a month we come back together and we still work, we keep dating.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Aaron couldn’t contain his surprise. “That’s ridiculous.”
“He said it’s to see if we really like each other or if we just haven’t known any different the past few months.”
“Did you agree to it?”
“...I did.”
“Oh.”
“If a month goes by and I still feel the same we can try again. It’s not like we’ll lose our minds and elope if it works out.”
Aaron’s heart dropped into his stomach. He felt a little sick. That was not an image he liked.
“He's-Hotch he is the first guy in ages to treat me decently. He is decent and smart and really good, just a little on the quirky side.”
“Quirky?” Aaron raised his eyebrows. “Is that how you’d describe it?”
“Okay he’s odd and a bit judgemental but I think I should at least try. Don’t you?” She looked exasperated. 
“Y/n.” He said, turning to face her. He moved closer.
“What, Hotch?’ She sounded exhausted. She turned to face him.
“You deserve much more than decent.”
She shook her head. “I know. I- I really do know. I'm-”
Aaron interrupted her by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him. She stilled, but didn’t pull away.
“You really deserve the best.” Which is definitely not me, he thought cynically. Or your asshole boyfriend.
Her arms found their way around his waist and she squeezed him tight. “Thank you.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It’ll be okay. You’re smart and capable and lovely, and if he doesn’t see that then I’ll make his life hell.”
“Don’t go all FBI on his ass.”
“I will if I have to.”
She laughed at that, and drew back. “Thanks, Hotch. You’re the best.”
He shook his head. “Just trying to help.” 
/ / /
Two weeks after Y/n and Braden started their “break,” Jack got sick. Not just a little sick with a runny nose, he was seriously sick. Fever, vomit, the whole nine yards, all of it. 
And y/n was a wreck.
She wasn’t sick herself. She had told Hotch that years of nannying had fortified her immune system so much she rarely got sick anymore, but she was a wreck in trying to help Jack. 
He had missed school that day and y/n had stayed home with him. He had been throwing up anything she tried to feed him, and had a fever so high he was sweating through his pajamas. Even worse, Jack was the most ornery sick kid known to mankind. He was stubborn (a trait y/n claimed he got from his dad) and despite how miserable he felt he didn’t like being coddled or being made to feel like a baby. He fought y/n’s attempts to comfort him and screamed with how achy the fever made him.
She had been sending Hotch updates throughout the day. They had just come off a massive case and he had a boatload of paperwork so huge he couldn’t fathom missing a day, even if it broke his heart to do so. He called Jack during his lunch, and was only met with him being furious that his dad wasn’t home to take care of him. Hotch’s heart equally ached that y/n was alone in the ordeal.
She had carted Jack to the doctor the minute he had thrown up (and he had thrown up all over his bed, to top it off) and had come back with no other instructions than “eh it’s just a stomach bug. Let him ride it out and he’ll be fine.”
He had been forced to work late. It was evening when he drove home. On his drive he received a text. Pulling into the driveway, he glanced at his phone. 
YN: I think he’s getting better. Still hates my guts, but it seems like his fever is on its way out.
He thought walking in blind was a bad idea, so he sent her a text from the garage. 
AH: I just pulled in. Anything in particular you want me to be aware of?
YN: He’s going to be so happy to see you and also probably wants to kill you. Simultaneously. I think he’d kill moving thing right about now. 
AN: Noted.
He walked in the house, setting his things on the counter. Making his way through the living room and up the stairs, he found y/n sitting on the edge of Jack’ bed, with Jack clutching his blankets and looking downright murderous.
“Hey buddy.” Aaron started.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” Jack said, folding his arms and turning away from his dad. 
He cast a glance at y/n, who gave him an exhausted look. Talk him through what he’s feeling, she mouthed.
“Hey Jack. I’m sorry you’re sick. I know you don’t feel good and that’s never fun.” 
Jack shuffled in his bed, folding his arms again with more emphasis, clearly conveying his dissatisfaction.
“And I’m sorry I wasn’t here today. It’s hard being sick at home without your dad here.”
Jack said nothing. Aaron laid his hand on his shoulder and Jack shrugged him off. “Do you want to read a book together? Will that help you feel better?”
Jack shook his head, still keeping quiet. Aaron sighed. 
“Jack,” said y/n gently, “you’ve been asking for your dad all day, he’s here now. Are you sure you don’t want to read a story with him?”
Jack threw his covers over his head and burrowed himself into the couch. 
Y/n met Aaron’s eyes and gave him a sad smile. “I’m sorry. He’ll lighten up as soon as he’s better.”
Aaron nodding, standing to leave. He was at the door when he heard Jack whisper to y/n.
“Kids are supposed to have moms to take care of them when they’re sick.”
Aaron stilled for a moment, but stepped out of the room, lingering just outside of it. Listening.
The pain was evident in y/n’s voice when she replied. “Jack, honey I’m so sorry. I know you miss your mom.”
“I miss my mom a lot,” Jack said. “but I wish I had a mom now. Y/n, why can’t you be my mom?”
“Oh honey, I love you so much, but I can’t.”
Jack wasn’t whispering now. “Why not? Don’t you love my dad? Why can’t you just be my mom then you don’t have to leave?”
Aaron’s breath caught in his throat.
“Jack- I love you and your dad so so much. But I can’t be your mom. You need to sleep sweetheart, that’s what will help you feel better tomorrow.”
“I want to go to sleep by myself.”
“Okay buddy,” she said. “I’ll let you do that. Call for me if you need me, okay.”
Aaron didn’t hear Jack’s reply as he was quickly making his way downstairs, trying to make his way to the couch without y/n figuring out that he had heard everything.
He hadn’t needed to rush, as it was a few minutes before y/n came down the stairs, looking exhausted. She made her way into the living room and wrapped herself in a blanket as she laid down on the couch. Aaron pretended not to notice how glassy her eyes were, as if she were near tears. 
“Hotch, do you… do you think it means something?”
He looked at her, a confused look in his eyes. “What do you mean?” 
He saw her eyes well up with tears as she shook her head. He rushed to her side, kneeling beside the couch. “Hey- hey it’s okay. Does what mean something?”
“I just… I don’t think it was an accident Jack hit me with that frisbee.”
Hotch raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.
“Not that he did it on purpose. It just seems like too big of a coincidence that I found you guys.”
Hotch smiled softly, reaching up to stroke her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.
“What makes you say that?” He asked, reaching down to wipe her tears from her eyes.
“You’re looking for a nanny and then your son nails one in the head with a frisbee. Seems too perfect.”
He was quiet for a beat. “I guess you could say that. One could say that you’re too perfect.”
She smiled, shaking her head. 
“I mean,” he said, “I did see your name on a street sign in the middle of nowhere. That does seem a little too coincidental.”
She let out a tired laugh. “This is all your fault, you know.”
“How?”
“You’re a scorpio. I always get along great with scorpios.”
It was his turn to laugh. “What does that have to do with anything?”
She sat up, saying nothing, and unwrapped herself from the blanket. She patted the spot next to her on the couch. Against his better judgment, he rose from the ground and joined her on the couch. He draped his arm around the back of the couch, and y/n leaned into his side. 
They sat like that for a while. He didn’t know how long. Somewhere along the way his arm left the back of the couch and found its way around y/n’s shoulders. Her hands, previously twisting in her lap, had ended up wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his chest. 
He knew this about y/n, but once she started crying it was difficult for her to stop. Even if things were just fine and everything was figured out, if tears had been shed they would keep being shed. Weirdly enough, it was one of the things Aaron really liked about her. She had a tender heart that had a hard time turning off. He wished he could relate.
Slow tears continued to roll down her cheeks as they sat together in the silence. 
"I can't really explain why i think this all has to mean something" y/n said quietly after a while, "Maybe I'm thinking too much about it, but i can't seem to not think about you."
he paused before replying, thumb rubbing circles on the arm he still had wrapped around her. "I don't know if I ever told you this, but the first time I met you I had a really good feeling about you. Call it a gut feeling, I guess. I don't trust my gut to make decisions for me very often because things usually end up crazy, but I've never doubted, even for a second that you were meant to be here."
A thick quiet coated the room. Too many things he wished he could do, too many things he wished she would say.
“Hotch?” she eventually said.
He hummed in response. She lifted her head to look at him, tears still in her eyes. “I’m really glad you found me.”
Aaron was sure his heart was about to burst. His mouth opened to form a response when he saw y/n’s eyes drop to his lips. His eyes dropped to hers. 
When his eyes found their way up to hers, they met him with a look he recognized in himself. It was a look of achingly delicate longing, painted clearly on her expression.
Slowly, painfully slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. He wanted to give her as much time as possible to back off or push him away or tell him off if he was so desperately in love with her he had misread the look on her face. 
She did quite the opposite, tilting her chin upward and meeting him halfway. His hand came up to cup her face as hers found its way to grip his forearm as his lips found hers.
It was different than he thought it would be. When he thought about (and he thought about it often) he had always imagined his first kiss with her would be fast, desperate, or so undeniably passionate that he would immediately lose all control of himself. 
This was infinitely better, he decided. It was soft and slow and tender and achingly sweet. As her lips slanted over his, he found himself turning towards her, guiding her legs over his lap as his arms found his way around her waist. Her hands came up to rest on both sides of his face as she sighed into his mouth. 
Yes, much better. He concluded that this kind of kissing was his favorite. He wasn’t rushed or frantic. They were both exhausted, and had fallen together slowly, comfortably, and he had such a warm, cozy feeling in his chest and in his head and he didn’t know how he had gone this long without kissing her. Hell, he wasn’t sure how he was ever going to stop.
When he did eventually stop, he pulled away gently, y/n’s hands still framing his face. He tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her into a close embrace. Her head found its way into the crook of his neck. 
“I’m even more glad you found us,” He said.
He felt y/n smile as she pressed a chaste kiss to his neck. They sat like that for awhile until he felt her relax against him and her breathing slowed. She had fallen asleep.
Aaron sat up from the couch, y/n still in his arms. He carried her up to the guest room and laid her gently in the bed, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he tucked her in the blankets. 
“Practically perfect in every way. Garcia was right.”
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pjsk-writin · 1 year
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I had an idea for Rui and Mizuki with a shut-in reader, it can be either platonic or romantic idc.
Foreground: The reader used to be friends with the two of them in middle school, as they were another social outcast. The reader stops showing up to lunch one day without a word.
Present day: Mizuki or Rui run into the reader outside, and they're both happy to see eachother, but the reader is a complete ball of anxiety. It turns out that after some severe bullying, the reader left school and went full hikikomori. They work online and only ever leave their apartment to get groceries, and they've developed a fear of just going outside.
Feel free to pass on this if it's too angsty, I'm kinda just projecting my life onto a pjsekai prompt XD
waaa its ok dw, im doing this separately unless you wanted them combined, and ill leave it up for interpretation- i hope you like this!! <3
♡ OUTCASTS - Rui Kamishiro and Mizuki Akiyama x Reader
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Rui:
Rui was used to people pushing him away for being weird, so he was always grateful for you and Mizuki's presence
He was expecting one of you two to leave him eventually. It still hurt when it was you though
Fast-forward to a couple years later. Rui has become an expert with robotics, and is well known for his eccentric plans
He was buying some more parts for his robots when he bumped into you
He would pause, looking you over before calling your name cautiously. Your eyes widened before you mumbled, "Rui?..." "Ah, so you do remember me! I thought you had forgotten about me completely back then." There was barely hidden hurt laced in his tone
You had detected it, and was quick to stumble an apology out. You spoke about how you had been bullied, how you shut yourself in your room, how you had grown a fear of going outside for anything except your essentials
And then, the hurt was gone, replaced by sympathy. "Ah, is that so?" He hummed, placing a hand on your head and patting you, "I apologize, I would've tried to help if I knew...How about I make it up to you?"
After that run-in, he went over to your house often. He would come with his robotics, and would talk and catch up with you as he worked. Sometimes, he'd bring Nene with him, since you were acquainted with her when you were younger
He makes a robot for you, one very similar to Robo-Nene that you can use. It can leave the house, and you were able to maneuver it from the comforts of your home. Rui would just need to accompany the robot to make sure that things didn't go wrong. He'd do anything for you though <3
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Mizuki:
Mizuki was learning a lot about themself during middle school, so it was a show of trust that they let you and Rui into their life when they did
Of course, that made the sting of you suddenly not meeting with them worse. They could never find you at school either. Where did you go?...
Fast-forward to a couple of years later. Mizuki had become more sure of themself, and was as comfortable as they could be in their identity today
They were out buying groceries when they bumped into you, and it was a shock for you both
They called your name with awe, and you stared at them for a bit before your eyes went wide. "Mizuki?..." "Yeah! How have you been? I haven't seen you since..." They would trail off, looking to the side before sighing. "Ah well, that's in the past-"
You stutter out an apology before quickly and quietly explaining what had happened. When the bullying had become too much, you had shut yourself in your room, too anxious to do much outside except buy groceries
They had nodded the whole time, a sad smile on their face. "Ah, I'm sorry it reached that point..." They took your hand, squeezing it gently, "You're like one of my friends- I won't force you to go out too much, but we should really meet up again. I missed you!"
So, after that day, they go over to your house as much as they can. Sometimes, they call Niigo while they're at your house, and introduce you to them! You and Kanade bond over your hatred of going outside
They buy a lot of gifts for you since they know you fear going outside. Ena asks why they have so many bags and they respond that they're for a very special person <3
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bloomingforerza · 1 year
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Head canons for reader once being best friends and crushing hard on Tamaki Souh and Kyoya Ootori but ghosted them due to strict parental orders? Hosts reactions and feelings towards reader?
Tamaki Suoh and Kyoya Ootori — Ghosting them because of your parents + how they’d react
notes from bloom: hi guys!!!! happy new years! :) here is a request i’ve been working on since saturday, its a long one! i tried to go into detail more in this fic, and i hope requester likes it. im not one for angst with a sad ending unless specifically asked for it, so if that’s something you want feel free to submit an angsty angst request :) enjoy and happy reading!
TAGS: angst with a happy ending, some fluff, hosts are more present in tamaki’s than kyoya’s, we all know kyoya fronts for the host club, not much crazy stuff really just some mild angst and fluff hehe
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Tamaki Suoh
🌸 You’ve had a crush on Tamaki Suoh since he joined Ouran in middle school. He was very popular amongst the crowd, but he always wanted to follow you.
🌸 Shortly after finding out your families’ groups were trade partners, you became close friends, and things didn’t stop progressing from there.
🌸 All throughout middle school you’d been in the same class, and once Tamaki began to befriend Kyoya, you didn’t particularly like his attitude at first, but he never gave you an issue. Thus, the three of you became a trio.
🌸 Even after the two of them started their host club, you would visit every day just to hang out with Tamaki.
🌸 When he would dote on other ladies, you’d get this feeling of jealousy inside of you. You knew you were being irrational, considering this is what they do here at the host club.
🌸 You’d always catch him sneaking glances at you after, though, and he’d smile your way. Not anything cheeky or teasing, just a genuine and kind smile, almost like his words were meant for you.
🌸 That was what your delusional little love-sick brain told your anyways.
🌸 But one day, quite randomly, your father had a disagreement with Tamki’s father and demanded you cut ties with him.
🌸 And you didn’t know what to do. Being in his class, being best friends with him, having a huge unshakable crush on him? How would you even bring yourself to be able to go about it?
🌸 And so your only real choice was to just block his phone number, then do your best to ignore him in class. That’s what you thought would work, anyways.
🌸 Except Tamaki noticed you blocked him straight away. And you know Tamaki, he’s the KING of dramatics. He tried calling your house, but the maid said you weren’t in.
🌸 At school, he noticed you began to avoid him. He tried to talk to you, but you’d run away and talk to one of your girl friends instead. It felt like a punch in the face to him
🌸 He found out later that evening from his father what had happened. His father said he’d cut ties with the (L/n) group, and he knew how your father could be.
🌸 So he made it his personal mission to try to speak to you again. Tamaki had feelings for you, he didn’t want you to slip away from him for good.
🌸 The hosts would be just as sad not seeing your face around the club anymore. Whenever Tamaki was acting out, you’d help Haruhi get him in check, you’d help the twins play pranks on him, and you’d even play with Honey and Mori.
🌸 Tamaki confided in Haruhi, and he begged her to help him talk to you again. Haruhi also was slightly fond of you, she missed having you around because Tamaki would bother you instead of her.
🌸 During lunch one day, Haruhi came to speak with you. Your anxiety drops in your stomach, you already know what she wants to talk about.
🌸 “You know Tamaki is really concerned and he misses you, right? So why are you still giving him the cold shoulder?” She’d ask, but you didn’t know what to do.
🌸 You began to cry, because you also miss Tamaki and you want nothing more than to hug him and tell him how sorry you were. You told Haruhi everything, and instead of reprimanding you, she offered a hug.
🌸 “Your parents work relationships can make your high school life here hard, but whether you choose to follow your parents lead or follow your own is entirely up to you.” She told you matter-of-factly, and you thought about what she said.
🌸 So that same day, you anxiously walk to the host club after school hours end. Haruhi’s talk had given you the clarity you needed. Your dad told you to stop speaking with Tamaki, and he thinks you did, but he doesn’t know what you do during school time.
🌸 The minute you walk through the door though, the rest of the host club is on top of you, telling you how much they missed you.
🌸 Tamaki, however, sits in shock, waiting a moment to see if you’ll run away again. But after seeing you haven’t left, he stands abruptly, walking over to you.
🌸 “(Y/n), can we talk? Alone, maybe?” He says slowly with uncertainty in his voice, and you hesitantly nod. You follow him into the empty changing rooms, and your anxiety drops into your stomach.
🌸 “Tamaki, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to stop talking to you. You probably know why I did it by now, but you have to know I never wanted to. I thought not saying anything to you at all might make things easier, because you know how my dad can be. I’m sorry.” Tears are welling up in your eyes at this point, but you can’t let yourself cry. You don’t deserve to. You hurt him, not the other way around.
🌸 “You know I don’t care what your dad thinks, right? I don’t want to stop being your friend. I will switch phone numbers, or even get a new phone for that matter. He doesn’t have to know we are still friends.” He’s pouting at you. He can see your tears, he knows you want to cry. He knows this hurt you just as much as it hurt him.
🌸 “Is that really something you would do for me?” You can’t help but start crying. He walks closer to you and pulls you into a hug. You cry it out in his chest while he pets your head, something you’ve missed.
🌸 “I have really strong feelings for you (Y/n), and your dad can’t keep my feelings away from you. I will do my best to change my dad’s mind and fix things with your dad. I care about you so much, I can’t bare you not speaking to me.” You can feel his grip on you tighten as he gets to that last part, the sincerity in his voice making you feel at peace once more.
🌸 “I feel the same way. I never wanted to cut ties with you, I can’t apologize to you enough. I feel so calm and at peace in your arms, you make me laugh so much and your voice eases all of my worries.” You laugh through your tears.
🌸 “Please be my girlfriend then, or at least go on a date with me first. We will not let our fathers tear us apart. This is going to make us stronger.” He says confidently, and you nod, looking up at him. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you know you can do anything with him by your side.
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Kyoya Ootori
🌸 Your father had opened a new operations building in Tokyo, so your family had picked up and moved halfway across the country so he could operate it.
🌸 He was a CEO for an electronics company, and he was very strict with you. But moving felt like you’d have a new sense of freedom. You’d be going to a new school and make new friends.
🌸 You had transferred to Ouran Academy your second year of middle school, and Kyoya was your first friend there. He was quiet and laid back.
🌸 Kyoya sat next to you in class. He seemed to not care much, but one day he saw you crying by yourself in the classroom. He showed you concern, and asked if you were okay.
🌸 You confided in him, and from that point on you two were best friends. You remained in the same class in your third year, and you helped Kyoya with his mission on befriending Tamaki Suoh.
🌸 In fact, you were probably the reason Kyoya didn’t blow up sooner than he did. You kept his sanity in check. You thought Tamaki was humorous and animated, although he was a bit overbearing when he got carried away.
🌸 But Kyoya eventually began to genuinely like Tamaki, and the three of you would hang out together sometimes. But he would always prefer hang out alone with you. You didn’t mind, though. You began to crush on him, so alone time was your favorite time spent together.
🌸 All the way up to now, in high school, when he realized he began to have feelings for you too. He
🌸 He’d enjoy playing games like chess and sudoku with you during class free time, or even discussing what you may do together on your upcoming day off. You’d help him out with his work at the host club, something he only trusted you with.
🌸 After you had entered high school together, however, your father became stricter with you. Whatever club you joined had to be approved by him. Anyone you spoke to, he knew of. He would look through your texts and call logs.
🌸 He took notice of your friendship with Kyoya at that point. He saw you spend your Sundays with him, you spent time with him at school, and you sure texted him a lot outside of school, and saw the way you spoke in your conversations on the phone with him.
🌸 Your dad had demanded you cut ties with Kyoya. He knew you had romantic feelings for him, you didn’t need to say so. You tried to reason with him, but he couldn’t seem to trust you for any reason at all. He reminded you that any man you’d court would be a man he chose himself.
🌸 You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t answer Kyoya’s texts that night. In fact, you stopped answering him altogether.
🌸 And he knew something weird was going on. Because the day after your father had demanded you stop talking to him (which he didn’t know of), you didn’t show up to school.
🌸 And at first, Kyoya was concerned. He tried to text you again during lunch hours, but got no response. The next day was Sunday, and you and he had plans to go to a new book store that had just opened up today.
🌸 However, you weren’t answering his phone calls. But trust and believe you were getting them, because all you could manage to do was cry and watch your phone ring for the past couple of days.
🌸 But Monday quickly came, and you couldn’t play the sick card again. You had to catch up on the work you had misses Saturday, so missing another day wasn’t an option for you.
🌸 You wear a hoodie over your head as you try not to draw too much attention to yourself. You took your seat next to Kyoya’s, who thankfully hadn’t arrived to school yet.
🌸 However when he did finally show up, you felt the anxiety begin to bubble in your stomach. “(Y/n), did I do something to offend you? Are you angry with me?” You heard him ask from his seat, but all you could do was look away.
🌸 Kyoya tells the hosts what happened later that day. He didn’t know what to do. You would not speak to him and you wouldn’t even so much as look at him.
🌸 “She definitely is acting strange.” Hikaru said. “Maybe she’s finally tired of us.” Kaoru adds with a pout, and Kyoya thinks. You definitely didn’t get tired of them, that isn’t your personality.
🌸 Kyoya gave it a couple of days, he wasn’t sure how to approach you. He had to know what happened, and he was going to find out for sure.
🌸 He walked up to your desk, where you were were silently reading a book, and he cleared his throat. You looked up at him, and the panic set in when you realized it was Kyoya. You knew why he was standing here and you knew what he wanted to talk about.
🌸 “(Y/n), we need to talk. Can we go for a walk?” He suggests, and you nod, unsure of how this conversation is going to go.
🌸 You walk down to the courtyard with him, and the silence between you two has never been so awkward and unwanted. You walked over to your favorite bench to share together, where you both sat for a moment to take in your surroundings.
🌸 Kyoya looked at you as you looked everywhere but him. He always thought you were so beautiful, you look radiant in beautiful places. “What’s going on? Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks after another moment of silence, but his eyes never leave you.
🌸 You visibly tense, and you let out a loud sigh. “My dad noticed how much time we’ve been spending together, and he told me I’m not allowed to see you anymore.” You pout, looking down at your hands now. “I didn’t want to though, I never wanted to do that to you. I-I love you too much.” You began to tear up a bit, that word meaning so much for you.
🌸 Kyoya was silent again for a moment, thinking over what you said. You’d never told him that before, and he knew your dad was strict. But he felt the same for you, and he didn’t want you to have to go through everything alone.
🌸 “I understand that your father has been overbearing and more strict since you started high school. Would I be able to speak to your father myself?” He asks, and you can’t even imagine how that conversation would go. “I love you too, (Y/n), and I know doing this hurts you. Maybe I can speak with your father and change his mind about it.”
🌸 “You would try that?” You asked in a small voice of disbelief, and he nodded. “I can see that you don’t want this. And I don’t want to see you sad anymore.” He replies with a small smile. He grabs your hand that you’ve been fidgeting with and holds it on your lap.
🌸 “You can try, then.” You meet his gaze finally and smile back at him. “Even if he says no, I’m willing to keep this a secret from him for now.”
🌸 “Hopefully it won’t be for long.” He reassures once more. “Let’s get back to class.” He holds your hand the entire way back, and even if it’s for a short while, things might be okay.
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【30 Questions of CP, OC & Fandom】
[ credits to ⇨ @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat || whin: IMMA HOP IN AND BE COOL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE 💃]
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1.How long have you been in this fandom?
not that long, actually! while i’ve known about the series since like?? middle school?? I never actually started participating in the fandom space until around October of 2021! and even now i’m still like? tip toeing around bc im scared.
2. Who's your fictional boyfriend/husband?
I’ll be so honest with y’all rn. I don’t actually have a DL character that I like that much— I really just kinda cycle through them in terms of how much I like them. As of right now though?? Probably Ruki or Richter. (lol bitches with R names)
3. Why do you like them?
richter?? well I actually hated his guts more than any other character until recently. idk what changed to be perfectly honest with you. just kinda woke up one day and was like “mmm i’ll give him a chance.” i do like the potential for angsty scenarios though!
as for ruki, he’s also one i wasnt fanning over until recently. i didn’t hate him ofc, but the only content of him i really indulged in on up until now was the anime. and when i saw him in the show i was like “okay” then moved on. after reading his routes though? i started to like him a lot more 😞 and ofc Jas ( @ruki--mukami ) has a flawless portrayal of him that i feel in love with so 💃
4. Have you make acquaintance with anyone that ships themselves with the same character?
I have no idea if they ship themselves with the characters I listed, or if they’re just one of their favourites. But Ava ( @fruit-of-infidelity ) and Jas ( @ruki--mukami ) are two people i’m fortunate enough to be mutuals with :’).
5. How do you feel about it?
i feel pretty great about it actually. it’s nice to find people who have the same amount of love for a character that you do 💃
6. Do you feel any negativity towards them?
ofc not!
7. Do you like seeing their oc(s) interact with your man/woman?
honestly yeah. seeing different characters combinations go in different directions is always a treat! i really enjoy scrolling through the threads.
8. Do you feel competitive against them?
yeah for sure we’re battling in a boxing ring rn 🤼‍♂️
i’m joking but no i don’t feel competitive at all!!
9. Confident, or pessimistic?
both at different times. and while i wouldn’t say i’m pessimistic, most of the time i’m definitely not confident.
10. Would you like more to get to know about your ship, or would you rather it being lowkey?
as for a ship with myself? i don’t post much selfship content (even though i do have a blog for it). but i wouldn’t really mind whether people know abt it or not!
as for a ship with my oc(s)— Virek is relatively new. so i haven’t developed deep enough relationships to have a solid ship with him yet. HOWEVER! gwen, my old oc, had a few ships that i adored.
the top to being Ryuwen ( @fruit-of-infidelity ) and Myswen ( @mino-diabolik) ((did we ever come up with a ship name for them?? idk 🏃💨))
the dynamics in those two ships were to die for honestly. vv enjoyable! but i also can’t wait to build up relationships with this character as well 💃
11. Do you follow any of those people (them whom ship themselves with your fictional lover)
well aside from those already tagged, no.
12. Are you friends with them?
i’d like to say yes, even though we don’t talk very much outside of Tumblr T-T. I do adore them though ^^ so hopefully we can talk more.
13. What do you think about the 'stans' ?
i’m only a part of a tiny corner of the fandom. but the people around here are cool, so.
14. Are you worried about plagiarism or copying of your oc(s) by others?
lol, NO sjjsnd. i doubt someone would even try to copy my characters, given how complex and messy they tend to be
15. How do you handle such a situation if it happens?
i have no idea. so we’ll cross that road when we get there.
16. Is your cp public or only between a particular circle of friends?
generally all of them are public. but a lot of the relationship building with @simpemone ‘s characters are done in private. we do post a lot about our ocs publicly though— but if you’re wondering why those dynamics are much more developed than others jsns.
17. Do you like a specific cp ship, whats the reason? (I dare you to tag them~!)
i like a lot of ships actually, both with my own ocs and some ships my mutuals have with their’s!! i don’t have the guts to tag any of them though so 💃
18. What kind of behaviors do you suppose is pretentious to you?
i hope i don’t have any pretentious behaviours?? if i do and just don’t notice feel free to scream at me!!
as for others? ig the behaviour i hate most is ‘claiming’ a character for yourself. getting insanely jealous when they interact with others, things like that.
19. What kind of comments do you dislike the most when it comes cp feedbacks of your oc(s)?
i’ll accept any feedback about my oc as long as it isn’t malicious or obviously not meant to help and instead to complain.
20. Have you receive hates about your oc(s) before?
i haven’t!
21. Do you have a complete love story of your cp?
i don’t. but i, hopefully if i can find the energy, in the future hope to write routes for virek/a diaboy and virek/yui. or if i end up feeling too ambitious, have virek get his own route with each boy. but those are just plans that i don’t plan on executing for a while!
22. Do you allow joint of alternate universe with the canon version of your cp story?
well virek doesn’t have a canon story atm but ofc!!
23. Are you okay with people shipping their oc(s) with yours?
yes yes yes!! i adore it when people wanna ship their ocs with mine T-T
24. Ever gone through a bad experience in the fandom?
i havent been here for very long so no.
25. The ocs that you admire in this fandom are? (Tag them~)
all of @princesscrownprince ‘s OCs. Ryuuto ( @fruit-of-infidelity ) Scarlett ( @kindan-no-kanojo ) Sumire ( @sumire-bride ) literally all of @simpemone ‘s OCs. ALL OF @cursed--requiem ‘s OCs. Irina ( @iricathel ) Amani ( @ayamexe ) Simone ( @smonie )
26. What is the moment that caused you to feel most disappointed or excited?
disappointed?? i dont really have any specific moment where i feel disappointed. but it is annoying that a chunk of this fandom will not hesitate to jump down someone’s throat, instead of having civilised discussions.
the most excited? literally any blog that could be considered ‘popular’ or ‘big’ popping up in my notifs. like ik a few of my mutuals have bigger blogs, but when i first saw y’all in my notifs i was like “?!?!”
it catches me off guard knowing that some of the more popular blogs took a peek at my tiny lil corner and went “this? i like this.” LIKE Y’ALL SEE ME?
27. The scariest era that you have come across in the fandom?
see #26
28. The most wonderful thing you have come across in this fandom?
all the love i’ve received since being here. i’ve been fortunate enough to interact and talk with lot of wonderful people, and i hope we can talk more in the future. :’) (when i say i wanna befriend all of y’all i mean it. 🤼‍♂️)
29. Say something towards those that support and admire your cp~
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH. truly. its a blast knowing that even one person enjoys what i put out :’). so i really so appreciate everyone’s kinda words, the enthusiasm with your replies/comments. it’s a joy T-T
30. You've worked hard, keep up the good work! ★★★
AHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED IT. now i need a nap 😞 ALSO I AM SOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR ALL OF THE RANDOM TAGS. FORGIVE ME 🏃
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Hiya! Could I request 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 for marauders era?
I'm a indian bisexual female, she/they. I'm fairly extroverted, though some times it may take me a while to warm up to people, however I'm pretty crazy an quite unhinged when you get to know me well. However I do have moments when I just wanna plug my earphones in and not talk to anyone, especially when im stressed and anxious. I love reading, though I don't read as much as I would like to, due to school and stuff. I adore banter, joking around and having deep coversations about literally anything. I love helping people out, and my friends come to me to vent. And on the topic of friends, I adore them and I'm also incredibly loyal. I tend to daydream quite a lot as well. Many people would tend to describe me outspoken about a lot of things, mainly politics and world issues. I love debating and arguing, its my main pastime tbh. I also adore science, mainly biology and chemistry. I'm not that creative, I can sing and I just started learning guitar, after years of convincing my parents. I adore rock and pop music, though I also love classical music. I mainly listen to Maneskin, Taylor Swift, the nbhd, artic monkeys, and chase atlantic. I'm 18, 5'3 and I have tanned skin, shoulder length black hair. Clothing wise, my aesthetic is a mix of downtown girl, rockstar gf and dark feminine. I'm an aries and a mix gryffindor and slytherin.
Sorry if its a lot, irdk how much to write, since its my first time doing something like this. Ahhh ilysm and you're writing is heavenset btw.
hey! super cool to see a fellow asian on here <33 i feel like we have so much in common we should be besties (wanna be an emoji anon??) also- i'm headcannoning james here as reiky de valk
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i was so torn between james and sirius that i'm gonna slap the three of you into a sadistic, slightly angsty love triangle.
you and desi! james are fast friends. all those traits he loves in sirius? he finds them in you. you’re outspoken, loyal, and a little stubborn. james is admittedly a very sheltered kid. he grew up as an old money pureblood family in a mcmansion-esque house in godric’s hollow, so there was nothing, in particular, drawing him to politics. meeting you was like jumping off a diving board into the middle of the black lake when he’d been wading in shallow waters his entire life. there was so much more to the world than quidditch, house pride, and mischievous escapades.
you never treated him lesser than for not growing up politically fluent or sheltered. it wasn’t like he wanted to be sheltered. his entire life, people reduced him to his looks and his status and the model of his broomstick. as much as he loved his friends, nobody took him as seriously as you did. he was the one taking care of remus and sirius and peter, but you were there to listen to all his thoughts and stay up at night philosophizing about war and the future and the dangers of blood purity that young people shouldn’t really have to be worrying about.
you and EA! sirius are drawn to each other like magnets. you’re similar, more than just the way you dress and the sort of music you listen to. music is super important to sirius; he listens to his favorite records when he’s back at grimmauld place to block out the sound of his family, and listening to rock instead of snooty classical a form of rebellious self expression for him. he loves when you share your songs with him. being a pureblood, it’s hard for him to get his hands on muggle music, so exploring new genres and having quiet jam sessions with you is one of the only times he feels normal.
there aren’t many people who sirius feels can understand him. you’re culturally competent and opinionated, and you never invalidate his anger and intense feelings toward his parents and their beliefs. you’ve never once told him to calm down or that he was overreacting. in fact, you showed him ways to channel his anger more productively. 
you, james, and sirius are an inseparable trio, but that’s the formula for the most heartbreaking type of love triangle. all three of you are acutely aware of the dynamic, though none of you are eager to address it. the three of you value each other as friends too much to lose each other to a relationship that may or may not be guaranteed. war looms close and stakes are high. 
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ahensfin · 2 years
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✨Cult Making Tutorial🤪
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Okay, so this isn't some quirky eDgY commentary on rejecting organised ancient religion and its impact on culture which an overtly politically aggressive teenager made in 2022 due to feeling suppressed/oppressed by a couple of old people and a book telling them how to behave because even if the book or the old people weren’t really saying anything that was too intolerable or anything but the teenager just hated being told how to behave in a world they happened to find themselves in okay? It's NOT THAT.
This is serious business!!1!1!!%2@!!!??!??
Step 1: Find something original to idolize/ convince your followers to idolize.
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There’s just such a saturated market for religious beliefs these days. Why is your positive role model(s) always in the sky and negatives at the bottom? For so many schools of thought claiming to be radical, they sure are more of a middle school type than an art school type.
Since the author of this piece happens to believe in teaching through example, let’s make a religion together. This one will be based on the idea that one-half of our brains belong to our real selves and the other was attached at birth. The other half that was put in is more gullible and easily distracted, thus effectively allowing you to function in daily life, rather than being hopelessly paralysed by the absurdity of existence.
Most beginners make the mistake of choosing the name first. This is bad, mostly because names of religions reveal the core of the school of thought almost immediately which completely defeats the purpose. It allows those who didn't inherit your religion from their meek-minded parents to develop an opinion from the outside instead of trying it out first.
And every smart, budding prima donna (an umbrella term for religious thought entrepreneurs- we would just use entrepreneurs but the common person has a rather toxic relationship with money so lets not) knows that we get them when they try it out.
GET THEM IN THE 30 DAY FREE TRIAL THAT  AUTOMATICALLY CHARGES TO YOUR CARD DEAL GUYS!
Step 2: Find someone to hate together
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Families that hate together, stay together. The Indians would never have agreed on anything if they didn’t have the British to hate. Many religions hate women. Even their own women hate other women. It’s pretty awesome and gets them to spend a lot of money which is what we want. Feminism is a cool experimental cult founded by Anais Nin, and she told me that the thing that they chose to unite and hate against is (obviously) injustice against people who identify as women, but any PD who’s been to Making a Cult Classic 101 knows that a religion is supposed to remain rigid and uncompromising or no one will take it seriously. But Anais was walking through tricky territory here because her project was all about progression, right? Of course, since this is totally never-been-done-before, feminism is pretty elastic and keeps moving ahead and adapting to the current environment. But what Nin really did well, was disguising the common enemy, because when the common enemy cannot be scrutinized, it can only be felt, not analysed. If it cannot be analysed, it cannot be broken down. The common enemy is bitterness. VERY COOL ANAIS! Bitterness keeps advocates and believers overtly human, and overtly human nature is to take three steps forward, one step back(ideal situation is one step forward one step back). For keeping this handy guide brief, I will not elaborate, but further for-fun type research is encouraged on this topic. Easy topics and suggestions for your first cult can be:
-Promiscuous women
-Anyone who doesn’t think your favourite quote from your main book is what you think it is
-people who don't wear your uniform (please pick something that's not white and/or black im begging you like any other colour would be cool)
-themselves (self-hatred keeps them angsty and spicy okay while self-assuredness makes them apathetic and not as free with their wallets) 
-i would say racism but if you pick that I will bump you down by three letter grades for lack of originality this is not a joke 
Taking our brain example into consideration, I will not be taking the common enemy as gynecologists or governments because the first has a gaping plothole- what about babies not born in hospitals?? And the second because it’s really really really overused. Let's take the common enemy to be oxygen, a hallucinogen that causes this tumorous growth in our skulls, which can only be prevented by going back to whatever planet we escaped from. Further lore such as why we escaped, who or what is preventing us from going back et cetera can be decided later. Left brainers can hate right brainers. That one guy who got a rod through his head and had fluctuating personalities can be That One Frequently Referenced Figure TM.  
Step 3: Pick a Book!
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This is the fun part because it's the easiest. You might not even have to write the book yourself! The ones written in dead languages are the best though. Some interesting religious “books” have been walls, stones, boards, dashboards, and recently home screens. Not to geek out about Nin again, but she chose to NOT have any book! But every religion needs a template, and feminists got theirs from Tumblr. It is also believed that r/incel was founded by an overcompensating mom who was deprived of affection by her mom (*wow Anais really laid the groundwork for all this hereditary mother-daughter trauma dayum she did her homework what a pioneer) but you know, reddit megathreads became the new Bible.
* important note- previously established religions will always affect newer concepts it's impossible to escape it, so the best course of action is to either address it or bury it. Ignoring it wouldn’t bode well in the long run. 
Our books can be Pinterest (I just really like Pinterest) but it also makes sense because the home screen shows a pretty accurate summation of your personality and interests which can be psychoanalysed by followers. 
Step 4: Other Religious Paraphernalia
Such things come up over the course of time and have a lot to do with the economic conditions, other dominant religions, fashions, et cetera.
MUSIC!!!! MAKE IT EERIE!!! EVERY MEETING IS A  P A R T Y
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For example, Astrology has newly incorporated gemstones, manifestation journals and Lana del Rey. Drugs are an important aspect of this subheading. Older religions used more crass, easily attainable drugs such as opiates, smoked leaves of any kind, fermented syrup on Fridays, that specific type of worm, and such. Harder, more chemically manufactured drugs must be studied before incorporation (fentanyl’s hard to make room for in the budget when you guys are trying to build a pyre in the desert on a regular basis).
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For my brain example, I’d choose LSD. Safe-ish option, as psychedelics are kind of pushing their way into mainstream acceptance with all those mushroom documentaries with Nick Offerman. Plus they can help stay in the same environment but change it up so it's not like one brain is living in another dimension or anything its the same one but the perspective shift is important. Also, I would encourage long hippie skirt outfits and three-piece suits (not restricted to gender).
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Step 5: Final Tips for the Charismatic Leader 
- cool haircut - be really loud or really soft - choose being skinny over being ripped ALWAYS you can get some loser to beat people up for you - im not kidding about the skinny okay nobody will listen if you have a beer belly and you cannot hide it with your beard
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That brings us to the conclusion of the quick guide to beginner cult making. By this time coming September I want a 50-page thesis on your controlled environment project. IT BETTER BE ORIGINAL ALRIGHT THE INTERNET MAKES IT ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO GET AWAY WITH REBRANDING THESE DAYS SO IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT IN THIS FIELD YOU BETTER START PRACTICING ORIGINALITY RIGHT NOW. Also double-check the address of your designated high school and the experiment subjects with their numbers and home addresses.
Have a great summer :)
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orionangeline · 3 years
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Tfw you're daydreaming about being in an interview for a book you never got around to writing and now you really want to read it but oops it doesn't exist but at least the author seems cool
#no it would have been a very angsty im in middle school and im SO full of angst and run on sentences and I like edward cullen and the fae#and also I don't know how to separate or transition ideas so theyre all gonna be smashed together versions of my favorite books type thing#to be fair I started the idea around middle school so#no but the amount of 'huh that's probably not a good sign mentally' things I put in it#idk how people dedicate books to their family when I would die if my family ever saw any of my wips#if I ever actually write/publish anything its definitely gonna be under a pseudonym for sure#at least the main characters are all nonbinaries and or slightly magic and or a really big wolf who is a mother hen#god the tumblr posts about how they had potential or the book was problematic or oh god the horney fangirls for my emo mc#the fanart of the mc and their best friend the fae wolf who the interview revealed could turn into a humanoid but only in faerie#the interview also revealed that the main characters name was main character y/n shortened to maich ryan / ryan maich#anyways I mean ive seen worse things published im just too lazy to write it/ remember more than a basic plot and some cool scenes#I would however be wildly amused by messing with the fandom if I did write it and it did gain a fandom#i had some cool ideas for the format but i never would have handled it properly#there was some stuff that would've needed a lot of research and not just the places that the mcs traveled to#like the book would've been formatted like ur the mc/in mcs head like first person right but mc always refers to themselves as 'we' mentally#and it's eventually revealed that you (reader) are like. an alternate personality right but I have no clue how to not do that... poorly#anyways maich (make) has been through some stuff and i didn't want to write poor representation yknow? a middle schoolers idea of how#how some of that would affect a person was really inaccurate but also imperative to the plot unfortunately#eventually I'll do enough research that I can make a good reworked version probably maybe idk its sorta cringe in general lol but#but I really want to write about the characters#-well about the mother hen magic wolf that adopts a useless gremlin who won't take care of themselves#also it was going to be a romance between the two human mcs but I had no idea what a romance really looked like from the inside so it ended#ended up being a really homoerotic best friendship thing that was very awkward and also maich dies at the end#then the interview reveals that wolf actually dragged maich back to faerie before they died but maich thinks they're dead but!#they live happily ever after basically#see bc the story made me sad that maich dies for other mc at the end so i made it less an allegory for trying ur hardest and still failing#and more an allegory for like. cutting ties and just moving somewhere new if you have too many bad memories but now you get to be#a forest cryptid with ur dog and sometimes talk to a bitchy tree lady and her wife the river. also for no reason whatsoever the moon and sun#are brothers and fall for maich and they get chased away by wolf and that's why wolves howl at the moon it's to keep dumb gods from their#best bros. also wolf used to run with the wild hunt I don't make the rules
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ENHYPEN WHEN THEY’RE SICK
: pairing — sick boyfriend! enhypen x reader
: genre — so soft :( (maybe angsty??)
: warnings —  mentions of vomiting and being ill 
: a/n — i started school again after my break so i’ve been so caught up trying to focus on it :(
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・:*:・゚☆ heeseung
he’d be coughing and sniffling the night before and when you ask him he is feeling sick he’d very dramatically say:
“absolutely not! i have like the strongest immune system ever baby i cant believe you’d question MY immune system”
he woke up the next morning with a full blown fever.
HED BE SO WHINY :((
wants you to lay next to you all day long csuse he claims you are his “human furnace”
croaks from your shared bedroom when you get up to get medicine and some hot soup
only agrees to take the medicine if you feed him
once he does take the medicine, he sits there with his mouth open so you can feed him his food
you just stare at him the whole time like 😐😐 am i taking care of my boyfriend or a child 😐😐
he’s staring at you like 🥺🥺🥺 cause he’s so thankful to have you in his life
he squirms into your arms and hides his face in the crook of your neck, already feeling better as you play with his hair
leaves little kisses on your neck as his way to thank you for taking care of him
・:*:・゚☆ jay
tries to convince you he is okay #1
“no angel! i’m okay it’s nothing okay i’m fine psshhh no worries”
doesn’t work as you woke up from his loud coughs in the middle of the night :(
he is very stubborn and continues you to insist that he is okay and that he can take care of himself (he just doesn’t wanna burden you)
everytime you say you’re gonna go do something for him he tries to protest saying he is fine but than starts coughing up a storm
spends the whole day with a pout on his face cause he doesn’t want you to waste your day taking care of him
sucks to be him tho cause you’ll do anything for mr. jay park!
i remember someone said that when jay is feeling ill, his emotions tend to exaggerate
like he’ll feel pain in his throat but will claim his entire body hurts and he cannot move a muscle... (it’s okay it’s just the sickness getting to him)
all he wants to do is cuddle next to you and sleep
like he’ll ask for massages or even random things like piece of cake from the bakery downstairs and you go do it cause your poor boy is feeling down and you wanna see him happy :((
pays you back by buying you new things and spending all that lost time doing anything you want to do (even if it means watching a movie he despises)
・:*:・゚☆ jake
NAAAUUURRR i’m gonna cry just thinking about sick little jake
his eyes are wide and glossy the whole time and his lips are pursed out into a little pout
baby hates being sick cause then he can’t go out and do fun things with you!
DEMENDS cuddles and kisses.
like i think he’ll cry if you leave his side
even if it’s for his own benefit, he clings to you like a little koala
lowkey a little dramatic, acts like his dying
“baby i think this is my last day... pls tell layla i love her” and you’re like What About Me.
you pour him the liquid medicine on to a spoon and give it to him yourself
gets so giddy and smiles at you like a goof afterwards
you bring the back of your palm to his forehead and go “you’re so hot omg”,,, he proceeds to say “i know i am babe you don’t have to tell me twice 😏” BOOYYY
treats you like a little teddy bear and holds you super super close to his body!!
pays you back by taking care of you the later week when you’re sick
・:*:・゚☆ sunghoon
the only one actually capable of taking care of himself 
he just seems very normal when he is sick 
like he can definitely be on his own 
lowkey doesn’t want you around so you dont get sick 
but you are very stubborn and you stay there to take care of him 
which he appreciates cause he likes being coddled a little bit hehe 
it honestly just feels like a regular, stay at home day with him aside from the fact he is violently coughs every 30 minuets next to you 
the only thing he wants from you is that you let him lay on your lap and you play with his hair 
which you do ofc and he is just simply so happy from that 
falls asleep in your lap cause its so therapeutic
“mmmm feel so nice honey” he slurs very sleepily 
nuzzles his face into your stomach, searching for warmth :((( 
you press little kisses around his face while he sleeps and he starts to blush but you can’t tell cause you think its just his face burning up from being sick (thank god it would’ve embarrassed him so bad if you found out it was from little kisses)    
brings you flowers and gives you endless amount of cuddles as his way to thank you :(( 
・:*:・゚☆ sunoo
boyfriend or child you can’t tell #2
will WHINE SO LOUD if you try to leave his side 
“Y/NNNNN NOOOOO you can’t go~ its so cold~ im gonna freeze to death if you go~” “sunoo i need to get you medici-” “NOOOOOOO” 
REFUSES to take his medicine 
will turn his head the other way with a pout on his face and stubbornly shake his head 
you have to pursued him with food and kisses in order for him to actually take it 
takes the medicine but gags while taking it 
“wheres my cuddles huh 😐” 
so so so clingy :( he is pretty much on your entire lap with his head laid across your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your neck 
sunoo wouldn’t be very sleepy but he would be very quiet (which makes you sad cause youre sunny is always so talkative), so he spends this time listening to you and all the things you wanna talk about 
you guys watch movies together the whole day 
wants you to leave kisses on his cheeks cause it makes him feel better 
he pouts at you while you laugh at him when you feed him snacks 
buys you all the snacks you could dream of when he is feeling better <33 
・:*:・゚☆ jungwon 
tries to convince you he is fine #2
but wakes you up in the middle of night cause he threw up :(( 
he gets teary eyed cause he doesn’t wanna burden you but at the same time it hurts so bad 
whimpers so much :(( 
he wants to be held so much, he is attached to you the entire time 
you wipe his face with cold towels to bring down his high body temperature down and push back his bangs with so much care and love 
“thank you y/n” he speaks so softly before letting out a huge sniffle 
jungwon falls in love with you so much more
like he didnt think he could but some how you have managed to make him fall in love with you again 
really likes it when you pet his head and massage his temples 
he clings to you so much that he just follows you around like a little puppy 
you guys watch romance movies together to distract him from the pain 
will never give you a hard time like if you ask him to sit up and drink his water or take his medicine he’ll do it right away no questions asked 
mainly cause he wants to get better quickly so he can spend more time with you doing more interesting things 
thanks you by taking on a cute little picnic date the week after :( 
・:*:・゚☆ ni-ki
sleep. all he will do is sleep. 
he doesnt care about anything else except for that fact that he wants to sleep 
sprawls his entire body on top of yours 
he literally traps your body so you cant get out 
you have to physically push him off of you which isnt a problem cause he is in such a deep sleep 
and when he wakes up and you ARENT by his side, he gets very whiny 
“Y/NNNN why’d you leave me ☹️” 
very grumpy 
you laugh at this which makes him even more grumpy 
how cute 
ni-ki is honestly very frustrated that 1) he can’t go to practice and dance with his cheery personality and 2) he can’t kiss you!!!! (this is what is the most important to him) 
so he just whines all day 
whines when you tell him you have to take medicine 
whines when you try to get him to sit up and eat 
whines when you aren’t cuddling him 
so pls cuddle the poor boy <//3 
LOVES BACK RUBS 
your cool hand against his warm back makes him sigh out loud 
pays you back be giving you endless hugs, kisses and letting you win in games <//3 
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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years
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angels and demons
warren worthington x reader fluff
@shuckfaced-fangirl Hi! can I request a warren worthington x female mutant reader where her powers are shadow summoning? So I guess everyone in the school kind of views her as some sort of demon? With a lot of fluff? Thank you!!
Description - Y/N is a shadow summoner and is isolated from her peers. Warren helps her see that not everyone fears her and that she is worthy of affection.
warnings - its so fluffy. fem pronouns. some angsty stuff (isolation, depression, sadness), one innuendo, devastating fluff, warren being an angel. i tried to make it POC inclusive, please let me know if it feels restricting or excluding and i will edit it.
word count - 3700, i got carried away
A/N - im so sorry this took so long, i took a break from writing while i am working on moving to college. i will still be spotty for the next few weeks but hopefully, i will post a few more things in that time and then get back on a normal schedule. also, thanks so much for this request, i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope it is something you enjoy reading!
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You walked through the halls with a lowered head. You knew that you made others uncomfortable and so you chose to try to make yourself as small and unthreatening as possible. You had been 'gifted' powers with which you could manipulate and create darkness. You were a shadow summoner. That wasn't a name that many found reassuring or comforting.
There were a few who could see past it and who was close to being what you might call friends but those people were few and far between. There were overwhelmingly more people who believed that you must have been a scary and mean person, that you were some sort of demon. This couldn't have been further from the truth if one were to look past appearances. Your shadow was larger and darker than that of your peers and it trailed behind you with a mind of its own, moving and growing without you even meaning for it to happen. Your hands were constantly covered in something darker and dustier than the rest of your skin, a deep and pure black. It trailed from the tips of your fingers and faded on your forearm so it looked as though you had just dipped your arms into a chimney or that shadows were crawling up your arms.
When you first got them, you thought they were sort of cool. They made you look sort of goth and that was fun. That feeling quickly faded when you saw how others, even your family, reacted. They said it was a curse from hell. You were barely convinced otherwise.
You sat away from others at the school during free periods. During lunch you sat alone and in the sun when you could, you hoped it might make others be less scared of you as it might make you look brighter but your shadow, dark and ominous, maintained a spot near you. You wore clothes that made you look more approachable to try to maintain that you weren't scary. Your brightly colored outfit didn't ever seem to work though, no matter how hard you tried.
You looked down at the food in your hands, the sandwich only half-eaten, and you noted your hands. They were so normal looking, your nails were well kept and you thought they were a good size. That they might even be a good size for someone to hold. The only thing was the unnaturally colored dust that seemed to cover them. It was a cool black, it glistened and sparkled in the sun when your fingers moved. It never moved or transferred to anything else, always stuck securely to your skin. You were distracted by the way your fingers seemed to shine when a shadow came near yours, wings outlined in it. You looked up to see a tall blond boy above you with curly hair and bags under his eyes. He nodded to a spot on the grass near you.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
You shook your head and even scooted away from the spot to give him more space despite the fact that you were in a large field.
"Do you want me to move?" You asked gently, wondering if maybe he wanted this particular spot and you took it from him unknowingly.
"I mean, I think that would sort of take away the whole point of me trying to sit with you." He smirked and you felt blood rush to your cheeks. "I like your hands" He hummed and you looked at him in shock. When his eyes met yours you tilted your head a bit.
"They don't bother you?" You tried to speak softly.
"No, I think they're awesome. They make you look punk." He smiled and you felt the corners of your mouth tug up a bit too.
"I like your wings." You almost mumbled as you allowed your gaze to move to the large feathery wings behind him. They moved in the wind and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers through them. "They make you look like an angel." You smiled and he groaned dramatically.
"I'm trying to look grunge." He pouted and you giggled a bit. At the sound, he looked up at you and blushed a bit. "Maybe we should trade."
"If I could trade you I would. Everyone is scared of how I look." You gazed back at the grass.
"I'm not." His simple statement made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled a bit. You looked back at him and made eye contact for a moment.
"What's your name?" You asked and he maintained his gaze into your eyes. It was the most contact or conversation with someone else you'd had in a long time.
"I'm Warren." He smiled a bit and stuck a hand out to you to shake. You looked at his hand in shock. Nobody ever voluntarily touched your hands. Most of them worried that whatever was on them would spread. You hesitantly brought your hand to his, purposefully giving him plenty of time to remove his hand if he felt uncomfortable. But he didn't. Instead, your hand reached his and he shook it before letting go as if it was no big deal.
"I'm Y/N." You smiled a bit more and you felt a giggle come out of you from the joy of realizing this wasn't a dream, that someone was trying to talk to you and they weren't afraid.
"Is my name that funny?" He teased.
"No, I just-" you paused to think, "it's been so long since anyone has done this with me."
"Talked to you?" He questioned, obviously expecting you to say no and explain what you meant. Instead, you just nodded and his heart clenched for a moment. "Well, you can stick with me then."
"I don't know if you want your reputation to take a hit like that."
"My reputation is 'the angry and damaged kid', I'm sure it can handle the breaking news of me talking to a nice and pretty girl." He reassured before he even realized what he was saying. You could have cried at the feeling that rose up in your chest.
After that day, you stuck to his side like glue and he took no issue with it. The more you got to know him the more you appreciated the fact that he had taken you in. With his help, over the coming months, he helped you develop a stable friend group. That group included people like Ororo and Jane who had heard rumors about you and never bothered to check and see if they were real. They apologized profusely, especially Jean as she felt like she could have easily found out that you were kinder than she thought with her abilities but just had never done so, and you gladly accepted, just happy to be within a group.
You and Warren had developed a reputation. He was overly protective and gruff while you were overly nice and empathetic. You balanced each other well and if you were honest, you were in love with him. That always felt weird to say, you'd never been in love with anyone before but every second you spent with him made you more and more sure of your feelings.  
When you and Warren were together, you would daydream about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. Being held by him and wrapped in his wings. Getting to play with his unkempt hair. Holding his hand.
Sometimes he would try to encourage you to hold his hand. He would hold it out to you when he was helping you jump down from somewhere high. He would ask you to hand him things and then make decisive contact as he took it from you. He knew that it meant a lot to you, you practically gasped and blushed every time he did it. He had never met anyone so touch starved. He wanted to give you all the affection that you craved.
Unfortunately, Warren was rather oblivious, especially towards things like feelings and emotions. He had no clue that you had any interest in him, even though he hoped you did every day. If he wasn't so attached to your friendship, he might ask you out. Instead, he tried to maintain a friendly distance so he didn't cross any lines while also being as affectionate with you as he could be. You followed a similar path.
The person caught in the middle of this was poor Jean Gray. she had watched you pine over each other since you met and had heard every thought that went through both of your heads. She knew you would never complain or ask for help about anything so she liked to keep tabs on your thoughts every once in a while to make sure you were okay. Still, she tried her best to not listen very often or when you were thinking about anything very personal, she honestly did. But she was a romantic. All she wanted was for you two idiots to get together but you were both oblivious. She decided, probably 3 months into you becoming friends, that she had to do something about it.
She was sitting on your bed while you sat across your bedroom on your small couch. She fiddled with her thumbs while she tried to ignore your constant thoughts about Warren, his hands, his wings, his smile. She was exhausted. she took a small breath while she planned how she would try to say this to you.
"Do you want to know what I heard today?" She called and you looked up at her from the book you were pretending to read.
"Do you mean heard or 'heard'?" You laughed and she rolled her eyes.
"Either." Then she tilted her head. "Both."
"Yeah, I wanna know! What's it about?" You asked while leaning forward in your seat. Jean always had the best gossip to tell because she could literally hear it.
"Warren." She stated simply and watched your reaction. You flushed and stopped breathing for a moment.
"Wha-" you stuttered, "what about him?"
"That he has a thing for you." she winked and you flushed even more.
"You're lying." You assured, a questioning look on your face.
"I'm not and I'm tired of watching you two longing after one another while the rest of the school watches." She smiled and your heart picked up.
"I thought I told you not to look in my head!" You scolded but you weren't actually all that upset. You knew that it was very hard for her to control.
"I cant help it! Both of you think so loud. And I wouldn't have to anyway, Ororo mentioned it to me the other day and she definitely cants read minds." She giggled and you smiled a bit.
"Does he actually like me?" You almost whispered in disbelief.
"Yes! He's been obsessed with you since you started talking."
"But like he would want to actually go-"
"Y/N, I swear to god. If you don't go and talk to him right now I'm going to have a fit." She laughed and you glared at her.
"Okay okay fine, I'm going," you grumbled as you stood and walked toward your door. "If you are wrong I'm gonna be so upset with you."
She just laughed again and you started to walk down the hallway. You thought he might be in his room or outside. You decided to check his room first.
You knocked on his door but you were met with silence. You tried the handle and it moved.
"Warren?" you paused, "I'm coming in," you warned and pushed the door open. When you looked inside, he wasn't there. You took a moment to gaze around his room, it wasn't the first time you had been in there but every time was a bit exciting as you got to see all of the things he had that represented him. He had a boombox and a CD collection on his dresser. Some of his clothes were thrown around his room haphazardly and some of his drawers were open. You looked at the wall next to you where he kept photos that you took. You would carry around a camera or take pictures on your phone of everyone around campus. He always asked for them and then printed them out so he could hang them up. He had even managed to get a couple of you. You smiled a bit before heading back into the hallway, closing the door behind you.
You instead moved towards the door to get out onto the lawn where you thought he would probably be. He often sat under the big oak trees or on the roof if he wanted to get away from people. When you made it outside, you looked around for him.
"Y/N!" you heard him shout. You turned to look for him and saw his silhouette flying from the roof. You paused to admire him and his wings. He always looked so angelic to you. So powerful. You thought about how your power emanated darkness. That you would never appear angelic to someone and would more likely look like a demon. You looked down at your hands for a second, a habit you had when you were thinking about your powers. They sparkled a bit in the sun but it did little to quell the distaste in your mouth.
Suddenly there was a shadow in front of you that was not part of the darkness that surrounded you.
"Y/N?" he asked gently. "Are you okay?" he tried not to startle you. Being empathetic wasn't something that came naturally to him, but he tried extra hard around you. he noticed the way you were staring at your hands. The growth of your shadow as you thought about your powers more. He moved to touch one of your hands but you flinched back a bit. He brought his hand back and looked at you with concern. "Whats wrong, angel?" He asked lightly and you looked up at the pet name. He had started calling you that soon after you became friends. You thought it was out of irony but he really was convinced that you were some sort of angel. He also loved the way that your eyes would light up when he said it. You stared at him for a moment in silence.
"Do I scare you?" You asked quietly and your voice shook. He looked surprised by your question and you were surprised too. You didn't know why you were suddenly getting emotional. Why this was now all you could think about. Why it had to come up now when you were trying to express your feelings for him. Instead of responding he reached out to your hand, holding onto it when you let him, despite flinching away slightly. He started to walk, leading you toward the same tree you had met under. Once you both reached it he sat down and looked up at you, waiting for you to sit down too. You did, maybe a bit farther away from him than you needed to be.
"Do you think you scare me?" he asked genuinely and you took a second to think, looking back down at your hands which were now pulled back into your lap.
"I scare me," you stated simply and paused.
"That's not what I asked."
"I don't know." You mumbled. "I think I freak everyone out. Including you I guess." Your voice was quieter than you meant it to be. you really hadn't thought about it in a little while. It had been on your mind plenty when you first started talking to him. You were extra conscious of not pushing him to be around you or near your shadow. You knew that he would move away if he needed to but you also had so many memories of everyone around you fearing you, running from you, telling you that you were a curse. Instead of responding he held his hand out in between the two of you, palm up. You knew that he was inviting you to take it but that he wouldn't push you to. Instead of taking it, you placed your hand near his on the ground and he left his next to yours, not trying to take it if you didn't want him to.
"You don't." He let out, sounding sure of himself and slightly pained. "You don't scare me." You looked at each other. He had tears in his eyes. He was never one to get emotional so you were surprised. "Do I scare you?" he questioned, already knowing your answer but trying to prove a point.
"Of course not." You sighed.
"You have a lot more reason to be afraid of me than I have to be afraid of you." he looked at your hand again. "I'm the one who has a rough history, I'm the one who is angry and has a reputation of being aggressive."
"But, Warren, your mutation is-"
"Mutation has nothing to do with it, Y/N." he sighed. "You have control over your abilities, I have control over mine. The only difference between us is our personalities and I have never had any reason to fear you or dislike you. You're the kindest person I know and everyone in your life who has let you think that there was something wrong with you was terrible. And that was on them."
Your hand reached for his and you laced your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and ran his thumb over the back of it.
"I love you." The words came out of your mouth faster than you could think and you sucked in a breath, almost hoping he didn't hear you. When you glanced up at him he had a gentle smile on his face. He brought the back of your hand up to his face and kissed it before placing it against his cheek.
"I love you too, Y/N" He reached out for your waist and pulled you toward his lap, giving you plenty of time to give him a sign that you were uncomfortable. Instead, you put your leg over his waist so you were straddling his thighs. You held one of his hands in between you and fiddled with his fingers, admiring how your hands contrasted with his. Somehow, him holding your hand made it seem less out of place. You almost felt pride.
You were suddenly surrounded by warmth and shadow, the sounds of the quad around you becoming muted. You looked up around you and his wings were wrapped around the two of you, closing you off into your own little world. You felt the urge to reach out to them but you had never asked. You had never seen him let anyone touch them and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
"Go ahead." your eyes snapped to his in shock.
"Warren, you never let any-"
"I want you to," he admitted and it was true. He had thought many times about asking you to run your fingers through his wings. He would never complain about it but they were a little high maintenance and also sensitive. He never let anyone touch them because most people weren't gentle or he didn't trust them. He knew though that you were the gentlest person on Earth and that he could count on you to be careful.
At his reassurance, you smiled a bit. You reached a hand out to the part of his wing next to his shoulder. You both gasped a bit when your fingers made contact. Warren was a bit surprised at how sensitive they were to your touch and it had been a long time since anyone but himself had touched them. You were entranced by how soft they were. The feathers were delicate and there were so many. You were very careful in how you moved your hand along his wing, looking at him often to see if he was uncomfortable. As you were carding your fingers through his feathers, one came out. You gasped slightly horrified that you had hurt him.
"Hey, it's okay!" he rushed out as he saw your panic. "They just sort of... shed sometimes." He almost seemed embarrassed. Feathers would come off occasionally and he would often have to brush through them himself to release all of the loose feathers, sort of like brushing your hair. He reached to pick up the feather and held it in front of you for you to take. You gladly did and you twirled it in your fingers. "Maybe sometime, if you wouldn't mind, of course, you could help me brush through them?" he asked quietly and you smiled.
"Yeah of course. They seem like they might be a lot of work." you were touched that he trusted you to do that and you thought about how hard it must be to take care of them by himself when they were so big and most of his wings were behind him.
"You should see what it's like to shower with them," he grumbled and then his eyes widened at what he had said. He hadn't meant it to be an innuendo but now he was worried he offended you. Instead, he looked into your eyes and you fell into a fit of giggles.
"I might have to take you up on that offer." Your gentle gaze made him blush. He had never felt this comfortable with anyone. This safe. He decided right then that he would do anything you ever asked of him.
After that day, you and Warren became the cutest couple at the school. You were opposites in multiple ways and your relationship was more wholesome than any of your friends could handle. You got more confident in yourself and your abilities and he allowed himself to be more vulnerable. everyone agreed that you were a match made in heaven.
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ghostboymichael · 2 years
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rodrick heffley: he/they, bisexual, cis (?) acts like he doesn’t care about labels but internally he’s a NEED LABEL NOW OR DIE sort of guy. he feels pretty settled in his identity though but he did have a gender crisis that mainly just simmers on the back burner now. probably wears skirts sometimes when he’s in the mood, his aesthetic is Aggressively Band Emo- ripped jeans and dumb shit joke tshirts are his vibe. chains? yeah, better stock up bitch. belts? you bet. he loves painting his nails (black) and he also paints greg’s (blue) (and rowley’s [pink], and ben’s [yellow and red, which rodrick said looked like ketchup and mustard. ben stuck his tongue out at him, but he was right], and it becomes a whole damn thing that he complains about but actually enjoys a lot). he’s the one who realises that his lil bro is actually an Egg and donates many skirts and some money to the cause of cracking him. his skirts really aren’t greg’s style though but greg doesn’t want to hurt his feelings (they also dont really fit, but rodrick insists that “safety pins are hot, trust me”. greg does not.) he probably has dyslexia and adhd, undiagnosed, is attempting to raw dog life. it’s not going the best. he’s the epitome of angry angsty songs filled with self hatred and yet also hatred of everyone else so just hatred in general, but then they’re also quiet and calm and pretty, and then EXPLOSION and chaos, it really depends on like the positioning of the moon and pluto and whether walmart’s open for fucks sake he’s so random, and then when someone listens to the song he just “oh haha im just being dramatic dw dw” and then cries. he’s very much the sort of person to bluff about how great he thinks he is and how he’s not scared of his parents knowing about various things he’s actually terrified of mentioning (although susan would accept him literally no matter what, and frank may take some time but he’d eventually come around with some Gentle Pressure from his wife [read: threats that he needs to love his kids no matter what or she’ll end him] and frankly [haha name pun funny] he’s not actually that bad, and a lot of it’s due to toxic masculinity and the way he was raised, so it takes time to unlearn that but he is actually very accepting of his kids [not manny though he’s a shit bag])
greg heffley: he/him maybe, not cis at all, maybe nonbinary, bigender? likes girls (and hasn’t really thought about boys much but he ???????? confusion spawns at the thought), absolutely adores wearing skirts and dresses and shit but in the most middle school way (aka really cute skirt or whatever and then just,,, the scruffiest sneakers with mud all over them and a polo shirt). he’s not really a makeup person but wouldn’t mind learning how to do it properly
manny heffley: insane. an arsonist. should be in jail. does not deserve a gender or pronouns.
rowley jefferson: they/he or he/him, she?? maybe so maybe not, but he hasn’t really thought of it that much. gay?? again, hasn’t thought about labels- his whole vibe is just existing and not realising that there’s anything unusual about his life experiences and how he feels gender and attraction. he literally just goes with the flow and would be extremely surprised to find out that there’s words for this stuff. he’s also emotionally wise and simple about how he feels- bad, good, happy, sad, angry, content. he doesn’t feel the need to complicate things. he’s been raised to love and accept himself and that’s what he always does. probably had a crush on greg at some point, demiromantic/sexual, generally not focused on crushes or dating like greg is, and also incidentally the purest kindest lil bitch on this earth. we all protect him. would wear any clothes that make him happy, as is his god given right. likes flowy skirts and chaotically patterned t-shirts, and likes primary colours but also pink.
ben segal: the bestest boy.  presents super punk and is the softest kindest dumbest man alive. an absolute giggly doofus. has anxiety, is trans, he/him. gay. suffered from depression, especially during difficult time with his parents and whether they’d accept him (they did eventually, it just took some time for them to understand, but they really try). he and rodrick (his boyfriend) are the ones who take greg to the mall and attempt to introduce him to the world of clothes that are not polos and beige pants or jeans. they’re semi successful and leave with some kickass outfits. ben actually likes to write songs as well, although rodrick is the main writer for the band, and his songs tend to be sort of soft and sad and wistful (and then there’s random ones that are just Chaos, in the way that loded diper itself is utter chaos). he’s got a bunch of piercings and also a jacket that is literally held together by pins, he likes dying his hair and is really good with kids.
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mayo-advance · 3 years
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Description: Y/n and Peter Maximoff had drifted apart. Too bad theres nothing they can do. But after Y/n gets badly wounded during a battle, Peter can’t stay away. Very Angsty. But like terrible cliche angst.
A/n: This was written based off of Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade. Was given to me as a prompt by @amourtentiaa . Anyways YALLS IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO CLICHE. Also This was meant to be a drabble... I get carried away. Anyways it is many words.
Sometimes you wondered why you stayed at Xavier’s school.
Now don’t get me wrong, you loved that there was a safe space for mutants to grasp control over their abilities, and even when needed to use them to help the world. You had even been one of those mutants once.
You remembered it vividly. You had discovered that you could turn invisible and your parents promptly dumped you on the street for being “the spawn of the devil”.
“The temptation that satan has sent to test us.” As they had said.
And you had wandered soon finding yourself on the doorstep of a great mansion in the middle of an isolated area.
You had thought about turning back multiple times. It looked pretentious. Maybe they had admission and you would fail. Maybe they didn’t take non dangerous mutants. Maybe they wouldn’t want you.
How funny.
Being afraid of not being wanted.
We will get to that so sit tight.
You had been petrified as you had tried to knock. Your hand hovered over the door because if you knocked what if they turned you away and-
The door opened. You had been greeted by Hank as he asked what brought you down by though he already had his suspicions.
You vanished from sight. In a small voice you had told them that you wanted to get rid of your abilities.
Oh if it had ever been that simple.
Being brought into Xavier’s that day was a curse disguised as a blessing.
In the time from then to now you had met so many amazing people and made so many new friends. You learned how to control your powers and even tap into a stronger variant of them.
You had met so many people who soon became important to you. You held them so dearly and so close.
Scott, Jean, Kurt, Hank, Jubilee, the Professor.
Peter.
At the thought of Peter the need to leave came back more intensely.
He was so insufferable.
You two had become shockingly quick friends. Everyone had not been expecting someone as hesitant as you and someone as energetic as Peter to get on so well.
But he slowly brought out the best in you and you two were inseparable.
You two had been like peanut butter and jelly. Two peas in a pod. The biscuit and the cream filling of a twinkie.
Scratch that last one. That doesn’t fit in to this 100% family friendly retelling.
You two had had multiple prank wars, movie marathons, training sessions, and shoplifting competitions.
Over time you fell for Peter. And you fell hard. For a long while you thought he was there to catch you and always would be.
He went too fast for you.
He was always running off, leaving you in the dust. Not because he wanted to but because thats just who he is.
And hr just- went so fast that one day you couldn’t keep up.
It had been a gradual thing.
You thought he had entertained the idea of feeling the same for you.
You remembered tender nights where you just cuddled with him and pressed kisses all over his face but never on the lips.
He was always gone when you woke up. Making you wonder if he was ever actually there.
You remembered getting slushies with him at the mall and you getting blue and him getting red and you always complaining that they dont have any colors. You remember Peter joking that you could make purple of you really wanted as he leaned in.
He never kissed you, he just waggled his eyebrows and gave you a smug smirk before running off to steal something else.
You remember so many moments like this and one day you stopped trying.
You stopped trying to find out if he felt the same way.
You knew you had been holding back on him but he had been holding back too.
Well actually, can’t hold back an aspiration you’ve never had. A wish to be more.
And when you two fell out of the ‘kinda romance but we didnt put a label on it and it might be unrequited’ situation, you fell out of friendship as well.
And it fell further then that. You two started squabbling and bickering whenever you were assigned a task together to the point that the Professor starting teaming you ip with Jubilee and Peter with Kurt for tasks, chores, and training.
Its not that you fell out of love.
Its that you loved him and he didn’t love you back. He didn’t love you back and you couldn’t do anything about it except hope that he could fond happiness with someone else.
It never crossed your mind that maybe he was just as afraid of taking it further as you were.
Maybe the falling out was mutual cowardice.
Either way you found yourself silently crying to yourself late at night because how could you be so stupid to think he would want anything more and why would you push it?
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Cut to the weekly ‘Dangerous world threatening battle against a mutant with a bad morality’
All of the mutants sat in the jet on their way to stop the bad vibes.
You and Peter sat exactly opposite from each other. You were near the pilots seat on one side. And he was near the back of the jet on the other side.
You two didn’t look at each other.
You sat next to Kurt and he sensed the tension passing between you and Peter.
Or maybe the tension was an illusion made up by yourself to pretend that Peter cares just as much as you do.
Kurt slowly leaned closer to you and whispered “Why don’t you just talk to him.”
However by whisper I mean he did that thing where you whisper so loudly that everyone can hear. He did it completely on accident. And everyone else heard it.
Peter glanced at you. You glared at him.
Now is not the time Y/n. You have more important matters.
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It was bad.
It was not a single mutant. It was a group of them. (It looked like the popular heterosexual friend group that every school has.)
You were focused in on the thin wiry woman. She didn’t appear to have a visible mutation and that kept you on your toes.
You could get a hit on her very easily, flittering in and out of sight with ease.
But everyone else was not as fortunate as you.
The rest of the X-men were forced to their limits as this group was much more advanced.
This group was deployed by Stryker and it showed.
Except in the woman you were fighting.
‘What is she hiding?’ You thought to yourself while essentially kicking her ass.
She had her eyes closed and took every blow gracefully. Terrifyingly gracefully. She got back up every time.
You were slowly losing you cool.
What the fuck is she hiding?
In one swift motion her eyes glided open and she took you by your shirt and body slammed you into the ground. She did it with one arm.
You reflexively turned invisible but sadly you were still very concerningly solid.
You couldn’t rely on your mutation to get you out of this situation.
The woman smiled tauntingly down at your invisible form. “Aww is the ghost caught off guard??” She was quiet and sarcastic. You could barely hear her but her words sent shiver through your spine.
Everyone else was just as preoccupied as you were but this mutant was different.
She still hadnt shown her mutation. All she has shown is military training.
“Come out and play.”
Her hand started glowing like oozing magma, bright and orange. Not only did it glow like magma but it burned like it too.
The white hot pain seared through your chest and it took everything you had to become visible in hopes that she would let up.
You were really stupid sometimes.
She smiled down at you, her face splitting with cracks much like volcanic rock that still contained lava.
Still holding you in place, her hand stopped glowing.
She slowly reached for your face. “See? That wasnt so hard.”
She didnt go to hold your face however and you started struggling.
He fingers splayed over your forehead near your hairline and her thumb fit smoothly into the dip between your eyes.
All you could see was glowing red as a white hot pain wracked its way through your brain as everything that you were blended together into a pile of molten muscle. Every memory blended into nothing as you begged for it to be over.
As you silently pleaded for it to stop you heard your name in the distance. It was frantic.
You saw the world go dark and you wondered if this is what the spawn of the devil deserved.
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-A memory-
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You and Peter held hands while you were in line to get slushies. You assumed it was nothing romantic but it made your face flush. His hands were warm. You casually held a conversation with him about who knows what. Probably him betting who can pickpocket more people. He could but only because he was fast. You could do it more strategically.
You got Blue and he got Red. You made fun of him for getting red, repeating to him that ‘Blue is the best’. He just scoffed and would always reply ‘Blue isn’t even a real flavor.’
‘At least its not trying to be something its not’
‘Sureeee’
‘We both know that red does not taste like cherries.’
He gave you a deadpan stare and you giggled. He squeezed your hard and gave you a soft smile.
‘If you say so’
You calmed down a bit.
‘I only get blue because there are no other flavors.’
‘Well heres a little secret... I know where to get a secret special purple one’
He leaned in very close, his eyes flickering down to your lips ever so often and you wondered to yourself what kissing Peter Maximoff even feels like.
He stopped only a few inches from your face. He looked into your eyes and you got flustered.
‘You’re cute when your face is all red like that’
And he was gone in a gust of wind leaving you wondering what the hell just happened.
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You woke up to a beeping noise. A bland, repetitive, artificial beeping.
A heart monitor. It took a horribly long time for that to register in your brain.
Your head ached and even thinking was a chore. Your chest ached and you considered that perhaps not breathing would hurt less.
You didn’t open your eyes.
You became acutely aware of a hand holding onto yours. It was warm and gentle.
As the white noise of the heart monitor faded to background noise you heard voices.
“Peter you need to take care of yourself too.”
You let out a tiny (painful) laugh. It was more of a wheeze if anything to be honest. Or a cough. It sounded painful.
“Yeah Pete.” It felt like sandpaper was scratching at your throat. You would need to get some water at some point. “Take care of yourself.”
You felt Peter squeeze your hand. Out of his mouth feel a multitude of apologies, none of which you could clearly hear. Your headache worsened but you could hear faint snippets of “I’m sorry” and “Im the worst” and various other apologetic phrases.
You shook your head while slowly opening your eyes.
You didn’t look at him. “Peter.” It was barely a whisper but he feel silent.
You softly cleared your throat, “Self care. Now. I’m not going anywhere.”
Peter huffed. ‘Please god don’t let him be stubborn’ You prayed.
He slowly stood up, which you didn’t think was possible for him.
He looked down at you, still holding your hand. “If you need anything, tell the nearest person to come get me.”
Oh yeah because he apparently cares again all of a sudden. Not like he just casually stopped caring about you for a few months. You looked away from him, feeling the uncomfortable prick of bitterness. He cant only care when you are hurt.
“Okay, fine.”
And with that he gently set your hand down and walked out the door, pausing to look back at you.
Sitting by the door was Professor Xavier.
He gave you a small smile. “How do you feel?” He maneuvered his wheelchair a little closer, so he was now at your bedside.
“Like someone dropped a boulder on my brain.” You didn’t smile.
He let out a soft laugh. This room was so quiet. You hated it. Was this in the mansion?
“Sometimes thats just how it is I suppose.”
You realize that the Professor probably dealt with a lot of migraines and headaches with his mutation. Could he feel how much your head hurt?
He sensed you weren’t planning on responding to that. “You know, Peter had been at your bedside since we got you back here. He’s been worried.”
You scoffed, “Ok, good for him.” You felt your face flush. If he didn’t care then, he has no reason to now.
“He still really cares about you.”
“Yup, ok.” You deflected his words.
The professor sighed. “He does.” And he wheeled out of the room leaving you and your massive headache alone.
Wow today is a great day for a single dramatic line and then someone leaving the room.
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Peter visited you every day of your recovery.
Every damn day.
And every day the tension between you two thawed a little bit.
But it was a slow process. You knew that eventually he’d get bored of sitting the the quiet room with you and dash off somewhere else.
Thats just how he is.
Sometimes it was like you two were still partners in crime.
For example sometimes he would throw out a casual “I love you” as he walk out the door, thrown at you as if he isn’t putting much thought into what he is saying.
Sometimes (most of his visits) you found yourself holding his hand but he never said anything about it.
Sometimes you found him looking at you with a strange, starstruck expression and he’d play it off as zoning out.
And for that you thought that Peter Maximoff was stupid.
Stupid for trying to convince himself that he wouldn’t get bored of you the minute that he realized you couldn’t keep up again.
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You were back on your feet and around the mansion. It had been an excruciating two months of recovery and you still got skull splitting migraines in busy places, but as long as you were in a generally calm environment you were fine.
Peter still stayed with you every single day. He was practically babying you with how closely he was monitoring you.
Every small headache, even every small reaction to a noise that was far too loud, he was there making sure you were okay.
You and Peter had your hands intertwined so constantly it was like you two were merged half the time.
You felt kind of bad that you were still afraid he’d fade out of your life again.
At the moment you two were approaching your room. Classes were about to rotate and the hallways were alway chaotic so you were retreating to the silence of your room.
You had done this on schedule for about a week at this point and every day Peter insisted that he didn’t mind sitting around with you until the kids had settled in their next class.
As you came upon your door, you fumbled with the lock. “Pete, y’know what I haven’t done in a while?”
Peter wasn’t paying attention. You knew that him being around you was too much sitting still and being calm. It took a toll on him.
Even where he stood he was rapidly tapping his foot against the floor and staring out the window.
“Pete?”
He looked over at you, “What?”
You got your door open and stepped in your room. You didn’t invite Peter to follow but he did anyway. “I haven’t gotten a slushie at the mall for awhile. Or even gone to the mall for that matter.”
You heard him close the door behind you. “It might be too much for you.” He didn’t sound condescending, but he had vetoed so many of the ideas you had just because of your injury.
Didn’t he think you were up to it?
“We can go when its not so busy.” You pretended to scowl at Peter.
You clambered onto your bed and flopped back.
“Besides you never let me do anything fun lately.”
Peter still stood at the door, looking down at you. “I just don’t want you to be at risk Y/n”
You scoffed, “Ok dad.”
If this had been before your injury, Peter would have made a daddy joke. He would have given you a smug smirk and made a thousand suggestive comments.
“I’m being serious here.”
“And why don’t you think I can handle something as simple as the mall?” You felt a rising bitterness in your chest, rising like acid into your throat.
Peter took a step towards the bed. “Because you are still recovering-“
“Do you think Im weak?” You sat yourself up. You were hit by a wave of throbbing dizziness and nausia but you forced yourself to hide as much of that as you could.
“No-“
You let the acid out of your throat “If this is that irritating just leave again. Its gotta be a fun game for you right? Lets just lead Y/n on for a bit- hold their hand and tell them you love them and three seconds later you just- drift away-“ You let the bitterness drip off your tongue as barbed wires and you couldn’t stop yourself.
Peter was shocked into silence.
There were tears in his eyes.
“You think I’m gonna leave again..?”
He sounded so vulnerable. He looked so vulnerable.
He was here on the verge of tears and it was your fault.
You opened your mouth to say something, but you couldn’t think of anything that could counter that. Your stupid brain still tried. “You didn’t even tell me why you left in the first place.”
Peter took a shaky breath, “I-“
You did this.
He shakily went on, “I thought you could do better. Than me I mean.”
It was like you had been slapped in the face by a raw salmon. You had not been expecting that.
“And I- I only realized how fucked up that decision was when I saw you-“ His voice cracked, “When I saw you laying there getting hurt.”
You wanted to give him a hug. You wanted to so bad and you cursed at your legs for not moving as your brain processed what Peter was saying.
You remembered what the Professor had said. “He still really cares about you.” In fact it had been haunting you for all those long months.
Peter kept going. It hit you he’s probably been bottling this up since the accident. “I tried to stop feeling the way I did. I tried so hard. But its impossible.”
You let out a wet laugh, you had tears in your eyes at this point, “I could say the same for you.” You whispered.
Peter took a fee steps and took your hand in his own.
“I fell for you over and over. Always during the small moments. I was just so- afraid of... everything.”
He fell silent.
You used your intertwined hands to pull him into a hug.
You felt his tears spill over onto your shirt.
“I’m so sorry but I love you Peter Maximoff. And I don’t care what you think I deserve because you are everything I need. Even when you are overprotective or distant.”
Much to your displeasure, Peter pulled back a little. He looked into your eyes and all you saw in his eyes was pure adoration.
“Can I... Kiss you?” He asked quietly.
Your face turned red. “Only if its on the lips this time.”
And Peter kissed you. And he did it again and again and again. And sure it was a bit messy and a bit teary, but it was what years of anticipation had been building up too.
It was perfect.
“I’m so sorry but I love you too.” He whispered, “I really, really, love you. And that means you are stuck with me.”
You leaned your forehead against his, your lips brushing, “You could make it up to me with a purple slushie.” You sarcastically whispered before pulling him back in.
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Do You Want to Know A Secret?
This is a request for @ringa-starr! I really hope you enjoy it, and I’m sorry for taking so long to write it. My life has been very busy and hectic, but I’m going to have some spare time to get this published. This is also very short, but I can make a part two or multiple parts if need be!
Summary: The reader is pregnant with Bill’s child, but with it being their senior year of high school, the reader is worried about how Bill will react. Bill assured them that everything will be alright.
Warnings: pregnancy (both the reader and Bill are eighteen, so it’s all legal), some mild cursing and angsty, it will have a happy ending though. If I missed something let me know!
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Y/N couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The test in front of her told her everything she needed to know. She was pregnant, and there was only one person that could be a father of the child.
You’ll never know how much I really love you
You’ll never know how much I really care
Y/N had been dating Bill for over a year now, and they had lived every minute of it. The way his blue eyes sparkled when he was writing music for the band, the way his blonde hair managed to reflect any light perfectly, everything about him mad Y/N happy. This however, could be the end of their relationship.
Listen, do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell?
Y/N knew that she couldn’t tell Bill about the baby. They were almost done with high school, and with the future plans that Bill had for the Wyld Stallyns, a baby would just get in the way. A single tear slipped down Y/N’s face as she tried her best to get ready for school.
Bill of course noticed Y/N’s change of attitude as soon as she stepped through the doors to the school. He could see the streaks that her tears had left behind, and a depressed aura surrounded the women he loved. What was it that could be bothering her? Was it something that he had done?
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you want to hear
Y/N avoided Bill the entire day, and he was done stalling. “Ted, my most excellent friend,” Bill stated as he stood up from a bench outside the school.
“Yes, Bill,” Ted replied.
“There is something wrong with Y/N. I don’t know what it is, but I’m going to find out. She’s my babe, and I would do anything for her.”
“Then you better hurry over to her house quick. Don’t worry about rehearsal tonight. We can meet two times next week. See ya later dude!”
Ted waved to his friend as he walked in the opposite direction of Bill. With confident strides, Bill made it to Y/N’s home in no time. He knocked on the door, and Y/N’s mother answered. “May I speak to Y/N, please? I think something is bothering her,” Bill asked.
“Oh, of course! I was wondering the same thing myself.” Y/N’s mother ushered Bill inside, and pointed to where her room was down the hall. Bill made his way to the door, which happened to be closed, but Bill could hear Y/N’s faint cries from within.
“Y/N, babe, can you please open the door,” Bill said as he gently knocked on the oak surface. There was silence. Then the door opened enough for Bill to slide in. Y/N had her back facing Bill, she simply stood in the middle of the room. Bill’s heart crumbled at the sight of her. “Hey, you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
Y/N broke in an instant. Her body was wracked by each sob she let out, and Bill was by her side in an instant. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lead Y/N to sit on the edge of her bed. Bill tried to wipe away the tears, but Y/N turned away from him. “I’m s-sorry, Bill. We can’t be in a relationship anymore. I have some terrible news, and it’s going to destroy everything.”
Bill didn’t think he would ever hear those words. He thought his relationship with Y/N was perfect, so why would she be saying all of these things. Luckily, Bill knew exactly what to say, and he spoke what he felt inside.
I’m in love with you, ooh
“Y/N, nothing in the world is going to stop me from loving you. I would even quit the band if you asked that of me. Your the most beautiful babe I have ever seen, and no matter what is going on, we will get through it together.” Bill picked up one of Y/N’s hands and left a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
For Bill to offer to quit the band, Y/N knew that he was serious. Maybe they really could work things out after all, and while the journey might be a bumpy one, it would be worth it so long as she was able to stay with Bill.
I’ve known a secret for a week or two
Nobody knows, just we two
“Im pregnant, Bill,” Y/N said as another tear fell. She was so scared at how he would react, but Bill simply laughed. At first, Y/N was worried that this laugh was a judgmental one, one that said, “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.” However, this laugh was genuine. Bill picked Y/N up and spun her around a few times.
“I can’t believe we are going to be parents, and I’m going to be the most excellent father to our boy or girl,” Bill shouted as he pecked kisses all over Y/N’s face.
Y/N giggled at the action. “I’m glad that you feel that way. I know this won’t be easy, but as long as I have you by my side, I know everything will be okay.”
The two moved to lay fully on the bed to cuddle. Bill ran his slim, calloused fingers through Y/N’s locks, and she let out a satisfied hum. Finally, Bill decided to break the silence with a question. “What should we name it?”
“Well, I think we should name it after Ted. If it’s a boy that is. If it’s a girl, we can make it work somehow perhaps” Y/N responded. Bill though on it for a moment, but then it came to him in an instant. He snapped his fingers and sat up excitedly in the bed.
“How about we name her Theodora “Thea” Preston,” Bill said as he looked to Y/N for her reply.
“I think that’s a perfect name.”
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Hello!
So I didn't have the best of days cause my exam marks came back and they weren't all that good nor what I expected. SO instead of feeling sad I may have sat in front of the laptop for 45 minutes and came up with this piece of work. I feel like it's an alternate ending to your AMAZING FIC which I have read way too many times in the last week. I just wanted to share it, you dont have to read it or anything it's a bit angsty and since I forgot to mention it, it takes place on James' birthday. It's just a draft and I havent even read it so sorry for any errors. im not very good in English as my marks say
hope you have a great day. :)
thinking of coming off anon but after this I don't think I will cause I can't handle sharing things with people who know me
- anon cookie
LIES
Regulus was twisting his hands together, being uncharacteristically nervous and quiet. He'd received more than a few strange looks from James and encouraging ones from the rest who'd helped him to the best of their capabilities. Now, it was up to only him and at 4 in the morning walking sleepily around the house he wondered whether it had been a wise idea to put so much on his already scarred shoulders.
Harry would have to be woken up at 7 before being sent quietly off to school and if they were on time the officers should be showing up around 8 finishing the entire ordeal with Peter before James even had a coherent thought in the morning. That gave Regulus exactly 2 and a half hours to finish the surprise and half an hour to think of a suitable bribe for Harry who was proving to become more like a businessman every day.
Untangling the lights from the heap they lay in and stringing out the paper he had spent the last three weeks painstakingly painting Regulus set to work.
Nearly 4 hours later Sirius stood outside the half-shut door having an infuriating conversation with his brother's head about where to leave Harry on the steps.
"....he doesn't like when you drive too close to the curb ok? The kittens live there and they're having the time of their life with all th-"
"I know Reggie! I've been doing this for ages now long before you lived here with all your bothersome rules." Sirius said, cutting off his lecture, "Go prepare everything for your almost-boyfriend, Peter will be here in a few to oversee everything."
Watching Sirius drive away with his horrible music blaring out the speakers, the outline of a highly sugar influenced Harry visible in the opposite seat Regulus felt a surge of excitement travel through him lasting through the entirety of frosting cupcakes and greeting Peter.
"He hasn't left the house or done everything out of sorts, it's been a perfect pleasure looking after him and we barely even noticed he was there honestly!" Peter said confidently conveniently leaving out the part where Regulus had strangled him with a pillow and bullied Sirius mercilessly.
Finally after their complete survey and intense questioning the officers left, taking the beastly object that had inhabited Regulus' ankle for months. Resisting the urge to run out onto the road and scream until his lungs gave out, the boy fled up the stairs; leaving a smirking Peter in his wake.
"Jamie! Jamie! JAMES POTTER! Wake up you absolute sleepy head!" he screams bouncing like an excited child on the covers, his heart pattering with nervousness and excitement alike.
"Reggie we said something about waking up before noon and I distinctly remember you agreeing to it and I've held up my part of the de-" sleepy James was cut off in the middle of his sentence with a timid kiss to the lips.
Pulling away he mumbled, "I wish every day was my birthday." causing a soft laugh to grace the room. "Come downstairs loverboy and you'll see just how lucky you are."
Five minutes later they were on the lawn James rubbing sleep from his eyes while Regulus fiddled with the sleeves of his almost boyfriend's shirt, trying to get the nervousness to leave his body. The sound of a truck could be heard distinctly and the younger boy was dreading its arrival.
"So....don't interrupt me cause im going to start talking very fast cause I don't want you to say yes before I finish the entire speech but anyways I got the ankle band out today by pulling a few strings cause two days makes zero difference and then I pulled a few more and well I managed to convince Amos and most of the important people and promised I'd run everything smoothly without any interruptions and they didn't really believe me but they said yes and..."
"And what Reggie! Spit it out!" James replied as enthusiastic as he'd ever been this early in the morning."
"He gets to live here." Remus said smoothly emerging from behind the parked truck with a box in hand, "For as long as he wants."
Wide-eyed and nervous Reggie looked up miserably failing to keep the excitement off his face but he faltered slightly seeing the hestiance on James' face.
"Oh" was all that escaped his mouth and suddenly everything felt extremely stupid. The cupcakes frosted with James' favourite color -green- , the lights that were waiting to be lit in their mismatched colors, the cutouts that were stupid words with so many memories attached, the pictures taken when both seemed so hopeful.
Regulus could feel himself turning stupid.
He'd forgotten, all the words screamed at his face, all the lessons taught with the burn of the cane, all the times he'd promised to fight his emotions and every single day he vowed never to fall for James Potter's smile all over again.
The joy inside him curled, turning our with resentment and bitter with anger at his stupidity. He hated how hopeful he'd been, hated how he hadn't expected the tears to roll down his cheeks as they did now.
It was foolish to believe that the words uttered and the promises made and the thousands times James had wished he would stay, the days where he'd said 'what would I do without you' because it was stupid to believe that such a perfect person would need him. A parasite who overestimated his worth every single opportunity he got.
He could hear screaming in the background, feel someone leading him back into the house but Regulus didn't care.
It was all a lie.
All it had ever been.
anon cookie, you come into my household each time giving me the emotions and i respect that so much
poor baby reggie i just want to hug him and kiss his forehead!!!
it warms my heart so much that you enjoy my silly fic enough to write a lil one-shot about it????? omg this is technically fanfiction of my fanfic, right???? jfc i'm dead---
also, write a fanfic, i dare you, i fucking know you can do it
and you don't have to come off anon, it's fine if you wanna keep being anon cookie!!
thank you so much for sharing!
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