#people make this stuff for free and give it away as a love letter for the rest of us to read

[cerise-on-top]

Can i request fluff alphabet with graves? I dont mind what letters you do x

Hey! I did the first eight letters of the alphabet!

Fluff Alphabet for Graves

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

If it was up to him, then he’d go grilling with you every day. Loves teaching you how to barbecue, telling you about how hot the grill should be, what its components are, how long the meat and sausages should be on the iron, that sort of stuff. Graves also loves inviting his Shadows to a barbecue as well. That way he gets to unwind with you and them and you get to know the people he works with. Those are the small celebrations he looks forward to the most.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

On the one hand, he loves the fact that you’re independent and can go a long time without him. It’s necessary since he’s away a lot of the time. On the other hand, he does love how dependent you can be on him. Even just the small stuff gets to him, such as you having forgotten your wallet and wanting some ice cream, or you leaning into him for comfort when you’re watching a scary movie together. Yes, he loves you, but he also loves it when you need him. You’re his world, and he’s yours. He’s the big, strong man in your relationship and he’ll protect you from everything there may be.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

I feel as though he’d try to give you some unsolicited advice. You’re more than welcome to tell him to shut up, though. But other than that, he’ll try to crack some jokes here and there to get you to smile again. Also not above cuddling you and holding you close to make you feel protected and loved. Your panic attack wouldn’t be the first one he’s experienced, in all honesty. Sometimes, he helps with calming down his Shadows. Will calmly talk to you, play some games to help you get your mind off things as well. Will breathe with you too, if you’re okay with that.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

If it was up to him, then you’d be living on a ranch together. He grew up on one in Texas and sometimes wants to go back to that life. Just you being surrounded by cattle, sheep, horses and other kinds of animals. You’d have a nice German shepherd together and would tend to the animals together. Of course, he wouldn’t give up his PMC either, but he can dream about that sort of future. He doesn’t think it would ever become reality anyway. However, as long as he gets to spend his future with you, he’s happy.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He leans more towards being the dominant person in your relationship, but he can be passive at times as well. Usually has his hand on you somewhere as well as an act of dominance. Loves having you sit on his lap too, sometimes even in public when there are no chairs. People should know that you’re together and that he’s the one protecting you. He’s more than happy to consider your suggestions, but it’s usually him who decides where you end up going. Especially if you’re indecisive.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He’d be somewhat petty and resentful, but he wouldn’t let it out on you. He wouldn’t really let it out on anyone, he’s far too mature for that. However, you’d have to apologize to him for him to forgive you. As long as you’re being nice about it, he will. It’s rare for him to apologize unless he’s truly hurt you. When he was in the wrong about some fact he’ll usually ignore it. When he fights he gets a bit louder, his accent becomes a bit stronger, but that’s it. He won’t call you anything mean, but it will be known that he’s upset with you.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s pretty grateful. Not as much as other people, though. He doesn’t always consider everything you’re doing for him. Not that he takes it for granted either, far from it, but he just doesn’t always think when he doesn’t need to. However, generally speaking, he is grateful for what you do for him. Will show it by either taking you on a nice date to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go, or by taking care of your home in your stead for a while. You, too, deserve to have a day off from it all, after all.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There are plenty of things he doesn’t tell you. Sure, it may seem like he’s very open about his job, but you’ll always get the feeling he’s not being entirely honest with you. However, aside from job related things, he’s a very honest man. While he may sugarcoat some things for you sometimes, he will tell you pretty much everything. You can ask him about any personal detail and there’s a good chance he’ll tell you about it. In fact, I encourage you to do so, Graves enjoys talking about himself to you. Ask him about his plans for you and him and he’ll get quite sappy too and won’t stop talking for an hour.

#cod #cod x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #I want Graves to grill for me. he'd be really good at it as well and can make just about anything on the grill #I just know he makes the most delicious burgers and knows where to get the best burger sauce #he's a proud American therefore he loves his burgies and will indulge in them with you and his Shadows #you will also be fairly close to his Shadows because he loves you and he loves them #I once saw a post that said something along the lines of Shadow Company being one huge poly group #I love that HC so much. like hell yeah they all cuddle whenever they can and goof around with each other #and I do believe the Shadows would adopt reader as well #you'll be an honorary part of Shadow Company as soon as you're in a relationship with Graves #not even Graves has a say in the matter #another HC I have is that plenty of Shadows actually have a huge crush on him #and I am not projecting here (totally not) #but I don't think they'd be malicious towards you for being with him #as mentioned before: it's one huge poly group. a Shadow or two might hug you at some point too #they're all just very friendly with each other. I love Shadow Company being a bunch of rowdy goofs. I love them

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field X

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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Coriolanus was having a hard time adjusting to the life of a peacekeeper, but he was getting there. He sent off that letter for you almost as soon as he arrived, but was yet to receive a response so that seemed like an answer enough. He had to forget you, especially if he wasn't going back to the Capitol anytime soon.

He was homesick, to say the very least. Both of his bunkmates were out, likely working, but he didn't care much to know exactly where. He was just relieved to have a moment to himself to wallow in his self-pity, chest constricting tighter and tighter with every breath.

A door slammed shut down the hall, followed quickly by his own door opening- at which he held his breath. He had to get it together.

"Is this bunk taken?" Someone asks, a voice not belonging to either of his bunkmates, but he recognizes it nonetheless.

He shot up straight, taking in the appearance of the boy in front of him. "Sejanus!" He had never been happier to see his classmate, hopping out of his top bunk to quickly give him a hug.

"This is a surprisingly warm welcome for someone who almost got you killed." Sejanus chuckled, hugging him back.

Coryo laughs slightly, pulling away and grabbing his shoulders. "Oh, no. Quite the opposite. What are you doing here?"

"About the same as you." He shrugs, sliding his things under the bed below Coryo's. "They were going to expel me, but my dad paid them for my grad certificate and let them send me here. They got a new gym on the condition that they let us both graduate."

Coryo should be relieved, but a graduation certificate doesn't matter much if he's stuck here for the next twenty years. "And Y/N/N?" He asks.

"Y/N?" Sejanus asks, lifting his head back in confusion. "What about her?"

"Did she graduate too?"

"I... I don't know, I didn't know she was in trouble. We were told she was sick."

Coriolanus's stomach drops. That's a story he'd certainly heard before, and he didn't like at all how that ended. He swallows, nodding a little bit as he looks at the floor. "So you didn't see her at all?"

"No... Not since the last time I saw you." Sejanus states. It had been a few weeks now. "But, her mother came to our door a week or so ago, real early in the morning. Ma shooed me away but I heard them talking, it seemed like she didn't know where Y/N was either. She was looking for her, wondering if any of us had seen her."

Again, this is what Coryo had seen before with what happened to Clemensia. Her parents weren't allowed to see her at all while she was in the hospital. "I think she's dead." He admits.

"What? What makes you say that?" His friend gasps.

"I... I heard her screaming when I left our meeting with Highbottom." Coriolanus explains. "At first it was normal Y/N screaming, you know, but then it got worse and worse until it just... stopped." He hoped Sejanus would change his story, that he would remember seeing you at school or on the streets or at one of your parent's obnoxious parties, having a good time, and being yourself. That maybe he had just forgotten, but the look on Sejanus's face tells him that didn't happen.

It was Sejanus's turn to look down now, giving a solemn nod. "I mean, no." He laughs suddenly, shaking his head. "They wouldn't kill her on campus- if you could hear it, she's not dead. They wouldn't kill her just like that, right?" He says, trying to convince himself of that truth. "Surely she's just sick. Maybe grounded, or something."

"Yeah, yeah. Probably..." Coriolanus concedes, hoping that somehow Sejanus was right.

Simultaneously, you were adjusting beautifully to life in District Twelve. You got in the habit of borrowing Lucy Gray and Barb Azure's clothes, and they let you sleep on the floor between their beds. For the first time in your life, you were free. No one knew you, no one had a single expectation of you besides Tam Amber appreciating your help with the goats and occasionally going to the market with Lucy Gray and Maude Ivory to get food. It was refreshing, to say the very least. Everyday you felt yourself unwinding more and more.

"Do you play any instruments, Y/N?" Maude Ivory asks you, skipping to catch up to you as you hike down a trail out to the lake with the rest of the covey.

"I do, actually." You nod at her, a small smile on your face. "Try three."

"Three!" She claps excitedly. "What do you play? You'll have to perform with us! Do they have different instruments where you're from?"

"Not really." You giggle, putting your hands in the pockets of your bright red skirt. "I play the piano, and the violin, which is just like Clerk Carmine's fiddle, but much more boring, and a harp, if you've ever heard of that."

"You play the fiddle?" The young girl smiles.

"Not like he does." You smile at the boy as he walks ahead of you, not paying any attention.

"I'm sure you're just as well." Lucy Gray interjects, bumping her shoulder with yours as she walks next to you. "Maude Ivory, you should hear her projection. I'm yet to hear her sing, but boy, can she yell."

"I can't sing." You laugh, shaking your head. "Back home you don't sing unless you're training for the opera, and you have to start that around the same time you learn to walk. My parents would rather me learn the piano."

"Then why am I the one yellin' at all our shows? You should step up." Maude Ivory giggles, and you just shake your head, ruffling her hair.

"I definitely couldn't do it nearly as well as you." You insist. "Besides, I have stage fright." You joke, mostly to get her off your back.

She laughs as she fixes her hair, running to catch up with the kids in front of her.

"She just adores you." Lucy Gray smiles. "It's nice to have a new face around."

You smile, watching Maude Ivory collect flowers from the side of the road. "She reminds me of my brother. They're about the same age."

"Right, you lent me his guitar." Lucy Gray says, a particular sadness in her tone tipping you off that she believes you should be upset about leaving him. You miss him, sure, but he's better off now with you gone. Besides, he couldn't be any worse than you. Your parents have always doted over him, and there's no doubt in your mind that now that you are gone, it's multiplied.

"Yes. That's him." You reply, accompanying a moment of silence between the two of you.

"Do you miss him?"

"Sure." You nod, kicking a small stone down the path in front of you. "But he's better off without me there. That brings me enough peace to sleep at night."

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." You smile at her, grateful for the change of topic.

"What happened to Coriolanus?" For the first time in weeks, you feel a pinch of discontent in your gut at her question.

"I don't know." You lie, shrugging your shoulders. You don't even know why you felt the urge to lie at all, you knew he was here somewhere but you hadn't seen him once. Out of sight, out of mind is what you have been trying to convince yourself. "He's alive, I'm sure. Peacekeeping in one of the districts probably."

"Oh, I was hoping you would know more."

"It would be nice." You agree. "But he's not exactly in my good graces at the moment."

"It feels so out of character for him to betray you like that, doesn't it?" Lucy Gray asks.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It was unusual. That's what I thought, anyway." You sigh, giving a slight shrug. "I haven't told anyone, but we had... I don't know, a moment, a few weeks ago. During the games. Just a couple of days later and he's throwing me under the bus like I meant nothing to him. We've been friends for years- I thought everything was about to change for the better, and then..."

"That's cruel." She says disapprovingly. "I bet he's sorry now that you're gone with the wind. He's regretting it. I promise you that much."

You smile slightly at the thought, allowing yourself to entertain it, if only for a moment. "He better be."

"Is that for me? Oh, c'mon y'all, you know that I gave up drinkin' when I was twelve..." Lucy Gray says, taking a sip out of the clear liquor bottle someone in the audience handed to her. "Oh, It's to clear my pipes, just to clear my pipes." She clarifies, tossing the bottle back into the audience.

Coriolanus watches leaning against the side wall of The Hob. He's happy to see that Lucy Gray is back to doing what she loved, and she made it home alive and well. He's also more than pleased to finally get off the barracks for something other than work. "Now, who's ready for a song, huh?" She smiles, looking down off the stage to her right. "Okay, comin' right up. First, I'd like to introduce to the stage with a big welcome, a grand ole friend of mine, The lovely Sage!" She says, giggling at her rhyme as another girl climbs up on stage, giving Maude Ivory and Lucy Gray a quick hug each.

Coriolanus looks away as the crowd cheers, scanning the crowd for Sejanus who had just excused himself to grab a drink a couple minutes ago. He's wondering where his roommate could have disappeared to when Lucy Gray's friend starts speaking.

"Well hello, everyone, so lovely to meet you all! I have never felt so welcome anywhere." His head snaps back to the stage. He'd know that Capitol accent anywhere, even as you pause to allow any cheers to quiet down. "I mean that." You grin, hands clutched to your chest. "And that feels so good, considering Lucy Gray all but forced me up here." You laugh, draping an arm over her shoulder, letting her take back over. How could this be real? Coryo is tempted to rub his eyes or pinch himself to make sure he's even awake. He was so sure you were dead, but despite the different name and completely different clothes, he was positive it was you. The pang in his chest made that obvious, along with the wave of surrealism that suddenly surrounded him so all he could see was you.

"Now, my beautiful girl Sage here will be taking over for our friend on the fiddle, we'll give the band a quick break, and we're gonna have a bit of a change of pace while she's lending us her talents." Lucy Gray says, and Coriolanus watches as you take the beat-up violin from the young boy gratefully. He knew you played, but he hadn't heard it for years. You looked so calm, something he wasn't sure he had seen in public since you were young. He can't pull his eyes from your figure as it graces the stage with your presence, lighting up the room even if it was only for him.

A small smile grows on his face as you start to play, several whistles echoing through the room before Lucy Gray even joins in with her singing. He wants to scream, to cheer and clap and yell and tell everyone in this dark, rundown building that this 'Sage' was his. Inarguably and undoubtedly his. Coryo's pride is only curtailed when he recognizes the song; it was the ballad Lucy Gray played in her interview on your brother's guitar.

The sophistication your violin playing brought to the piece almost made it sadder and infinitely more haunting. It's beautiful. Now with your classical touch, the song sets a pit of guilt in his stomach. That somehow, even without you singing, it's now a ballad from you to him.

"Just let me remind you what I am to you..."

He makes eye contact with Lucy Gray as he shifts his gaze away from you. She pauses for only a moment, hands still moving rhythmically over the strings of her guitar. She smiles and nods at him, jaw slightly agape as she glances back at you to see if you noticed him. When it's clear you haven't, she gets back on track with the words within only a moment.

"'Cause I am the one who looks out when you're leaping. I am the one who knows how you were brave..."  Your lips turn up in a small smile as she sings, eyes still shut while you focus. Even though he's sure you're thinking of him, it doesn't bring him much consolation. Well, at least you were thinking of him. He would take it.

The song ends as quickly as it starts, and despite the slower tone, the audience is still excited. More so as the band returns to the stage and you return the violin to Clerk Carmine before turning back around to give a bow. You wave out to the audience, reveling in the whistles and praise before reaching out for an extended hand, accepting it as its owner helps you down. "That was stunnin', where'd you learn to play like that? I've never heard anything quite like it." The man asks, still holding your hand out in between you.

"Oh, thank you. I've been playing my whole life." You grin as the music picks up again.

"Can you dance like you can play?" He asks, lifting your arm to spin you.

"I can certainly try." You laugh, going along with it as he pulls you into a more open space of the crowd, and to Coriolanus, it seems like you're taunting him. You're dancing like you don't have a care in the world, dressed in a skirt that looked like it was made out of a red bed sheet cut up and stitched back together in half-hazard squares, and what looked like one of your t-shirts cut up into a tank top that exposes most of your stomach and back. Appallingly too, a smile present on your face that he had dreamt of seeing again one day but was certain he never would. The only problem is that you're dancing with someone else. Not that he was much of a dancer, but he could try if he had known that's what you wanted.

He's planning his method of attack. He can't leave without speaking to you, because he doesn't even know if you'll be back here the next time he gets a day off. Though, based on your appearance and newfound carelessness, it's likely.

His urge is just to kiss you, but the only thing holding him back is that it could set you off. If you hadn't heard his apology from miles away, would you still be angry at him? But actions speak louder than words. He knows that physicality works with you, and it was hard to deny that he hadn't dreamt of how soft your lips felt on his for weeks. One time was just simply not enough for Coryo.

Coriolanus scowls as the man you're dancing with spins you again, making you laugh as he drapes an arm around your waist.

Maybe he should get Sejanus, see if he's seen you yet.

Another spin, and a hand sliding lower down your bare back as the man pulls you closer, his fingers landing on the waistband of your skirt. When was the last time that scumbag had so much as washed his hands? Coryo wonders to himself, rage boiling up under his skin.

Kiss her. Definitely kiss her.

But if the song choice was any indicator, you definitely weren't pleased with him. It couldn't be, though, because how would you know he would be in attendance? Coryo finds his feet carrying him through the crowd, pushing past a dozen carelessly drunk people in his effort to get to you before he's even thought it all through.

Your brow furrows as a body forces itself between you and your dancing partner. "Hey! What are you-" You cut yourself off, hypnotized by the cold blue eyes staring down at you.

That's my girl. Even though you're angry, Coriolanus is grateful to be the object of your gaze once more.

"'Scuse me, man, do you mind?" The man says, making an effort to push Coryo away. He turns, and before you can intervene he's swinging his fist right at the other guy's face, finding its target in a fraction of a second.

He stumbles back, grabbing his face as it immediately drips blood from his nose onto the floor. There are gasps in the crowd as it disperses around you.

"Hey, settle down, settle down now." You hear Lucy Gray call out amidst the music playing in the background while you grab the back of Coryo's shirt, pulling him back before he continues to beat up your dancing partner.

"Coriolanus, what are you doing here?" You shout over the music. He shakes out his fist, turning back to you now and grabbing your face, pulling you closer to kiss you instead of dignifying you with a response. His actions would certainly speak louder.

You want to be angry, but that falters as you feel his lips on yours again, his hands planted firmly on either side of your waist as he holds onto you so tight you weren't sure breathing was an option- even if you could. You followed him here, of course you wanted to see him, but how could he betray you so easily and expect forgiveness in a kiss?

It takes you longer than it probably should to build up the courage to place your hands on his chest, shoving him back. "What is wrong with you?" You spit, looking him up and down in the blue uniform signified of a peacekeeper off duty.

"What's wrong with me?" He asks, looking around and gauging how many people were even taking notice. "What do you mean, Y/N/N, I wanted to-" Clearly you hadn't heard his silent apology, or it just wasn't enough.

"Hey!" You hiss, jumping at him and attempting to cover his mouth at the use of your nickname, and he quickly swats away your hand. "Let's go. Outside, now." You shove him back by his chest, pointing towards the exit.

You look up at Lucy Gray on stage, still singing as she watches you nervously. You give her a nod and a small reassuring smile before linking arms with Coryo and guiding him toward the door. Just like old times.

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[ellieluvr420]

You’re Mine (Ellie x reader angst one shot)

DEALER ELLIE SUPREMACY!!!!!! 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

It was silent, neither of you moved or spoke, your eyes were fixed on each other, neither of you daring to look away. Your eyes were glassy and bloodshot and hers were cold and dark, your nose was sore and running as you sniffled holding the tears in your eyes that were begging to be let free. You didn't understand how a girl that shows you as much love as she does could hurt you so bad.

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You and Ellie had went to a party at a friend's flat, you had dressed up nice and Ellie had admired you while licking her lips as you got ready.

"You look unreal babe."

"Thank you. Want me to do your makeup after?"

"Yeah but don't blind me this time."

"I didn't fucking blind you, you blinked it into your eyeball, who blinks without warning when you're doing mascara?"

"Someone that blinks normally." You scoff at her and go back to getting ready ignoring her victorious smirk in the mirror.

As you arrived at the party you were both in a great mood, you're immediately greeted by some friends as you walk in and Ellie kisses you on the cheek and takes her leave to go set up on the sofa. Immediately she's swarmed by people looking to get their fix, some wanted weed, some wanted blow, she always had a variety when she went to a party and you can't help the hot feeling in your core as you take in her sitting there, legs comfortably spread with a cigarette hanging from her lips. She had dark grey baggy jeans on, with a black t-shirt that poked out from her hoodie that matched the colour of her jeans, her black converse poke out from the jeans and you never aren't amazed at the state of them, you bought matching converse together and you're both wearing them tonight but they look like entirely different shoes. Her silver chain with a charm that's the first letter of your name is laid on top of her hoodie and the view makes you swoon. Her auburn shaggy hair cut is concealed mostly by her small black beanie, you had played with the hair on show at the back of her neck on the way here, you always loved when she wore a beanie, something about it was just so hot to you.

You had been dancing for hours and chatting when Ellie grabs you and drags you away from your conversation.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Is everything okay?” She doesn’t answer she just continues dragging you out of the flat, she doesn’t release her tight grip on your arm until you’re walking through the door of your shared home. There was a red mark where her hand was and you watched as she froze when she saw the mark.

“Babe what’s going on? Did something happen with a deal?” She chuckles, it’s dark and full of mockery.

“You just don’t fucking get it do you? Are you really this stupid or are you just an attention whore?”

“Excuse me?” Your ears rang as her words hit you, you felt a stabbing pain in your chest as tears pricked behind your eyes begging to release, you couldn’t give her the satisfaction so you chewed on your bottom lip and blinked away the tears while you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat. “What the fuck are you talking about Ellie?”

“You! Fucking parading yourself everywhere and if that wasn’t enough you had to fucking hump Lucy right in front of my fucking face.” She yelled as she walked closer to you, you walked backwards trying to keep some space but as your back hit the wall she closed in on you. “Do you need me to remind you who you belong to hm?”

“Fuck off Ellie.” You push her off of you with every ounce of strength as the dam breaks and the tears begin to flow down your cheeks, you storm away to your shared bedroom with a delusional hope that she wouldn’t follow. You slam the door behind you only for it to immediately be slammed open again, the door smashes into the wall and you stay frozen with your back turned away from her.

“Fuck off Ellie? seriously that’s all you have to say? How about I’m fucking sorry.”

You spin to face her at her statement. “I’M SORRY? I have nothing to be sorry for Ellie. I did nothing wrong.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fine Ellie, tell me exactly what I did wrong then.” Your voice comes out nasally and choked as the tears don’t falter in their pace as they race down your cheeks. You meet her eyes and the look of contempt only makes you sob more.

“You put on that skimpy outfit you know will get you attention then we go to the party and instead of coming to see me and sit with me and make it known that you’re mine, you literally speak to every single other person at the party. You were all over everyone, I’m sure they were embarrassed for you because I fucking was. No wonder you feel like they don’t like you as much anymore, they probably don’t. Oh and just to top it off you then danced with Lucy right in front of me giving me a front row seat to her wandering hands and you being all over it. You’re fucking out of order.”

You scoff at her, you’re genuinely stunned at how she could be so horrible. Ellie had never been like this with you, you were speechless.

“Yeah exactly now you’ve got nothing to say. If you’re gonna be a slut at least own it.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” The tears had stopped, you weren’t upset anymore you were furious, a red film was over your vision as you stomped over to her until your faces were inches away from each other. “Go on. Say it again.”

“I said you’re an attention-seeking slut.” She spat the words out with a venom and a switch flipped in your head. You didn’t speak you just started walking around the room throwing all your essentials into the first bag you could find. She watches while still for a second but as she realises you’re packing she rushes to start taking all the things out of your bag.

“Don’t Ellie. I don’t want to speak to you right now. Leave me alone.”

“No, you’re not leaving.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” She keeps removing the things that you’re packing from your bag until you huff and give up going to look for your car keys. “You can’t drive anywhere, you’re drunk.” You hated to admit she was right in the moment but you knew it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Then I’ll get an uber.” You start searching for your phone until you turn to see Ellie holding it in her hand. You storm over to her but she holds it above your head so you can’t reach. “Ellie give it back I’m serious.”

“I said you aren’t leaving.” The tears begin again as you feel helpless.

“Why do you fucking care? I’m just a slut right, not your girlfriend of three fucking years.”

It’s quiet as you both stand processing everything that’s been said, tears are streaming down your face but you don’t feel like you’re crying anymore. Ellie stands shifting her weight from one side of her body to the other as she fidgets with her fingers. She looks up at you and her heart breaks knowing she’s the reason you’re so upset after having such a good night.

“Why didn’t you come and see me all night? You always come and sit with me while I do my deals at least for a little bit and you didn’t. I rolled us a pink spliff to smoke together and you barely even came near me until you started grinding up against Lucy.” Her voice is soft and quiet, she sounds ashamed of herself because she is, she’s ashamed that she’s let her insecurities cause her to be horrible to the best person in her life, she felt sick with herself, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the wall of the living room and all she saw looking back at her was a monster.

“Ellie if you wanted to spend time with me you could’ve come and got me. You know I always want to spend time with you, I hadn’t seen loads of those people for ages so I was just catching up. But if you wanted me to come sit all you had to do was come get me and you know I would’ve sat with you until we left. I was dancing with Lucy my straight best friend of 12 years for fucks sake. If something was going on there it would’ve happened already.”

“You sure it hasn’t?” Ellie knows it hasn’t, she knows you would never do that. But her brain isn’t connected to her mouth anymore, her jealousy is the only thing controlling her actions right now, she feels like she’s watching a horrible film where the main character does the opposite of the right thing at every turn.

“You are unbelievable. I have been nothing but a loyal and loving girlfriend to you, I do not deserve this and I don’t have to prove anything to you but seeing as I have nothing to hide, my phone is in your hand. Go on Ellie, if you don’t trust me, go through my phone and prove yourself wrong.” She looks down at the phone but doesn’t make a move to unlock it. Her stillness only ignites the fire of your rage more. “Go on! You know the password, it’s your birthday! So go on Ellie, admit you don’t trust me and go through my phone.”

She stays in her place looking at your phone until she sighs and holds it out to you. “Of course I trust you. You just- you don’t notice how many people’s eyes are on you wherever we go, and it’s never bothered me, I love it, I love that you’re as beautiful as you are, I’m proud to be next to you but when we were at that party all I could see were people trying to take you from me and when I looked at you all I could see was you leaving me.” She sniffles and you see a single tear run down her face that she wipes away as soon as she can. You take your phone from her hand and throw it down onto the sofa next to you before walking to stand right in front of her. She avoids your eyes but you gently nudge her chin so she looks at you.

“Ellie, no one else could ever make me leave you. I love you, you are my world, my heart beats for you Ellie, it has since the day I met you. What will drive me away is if you take out your insecurities and jealousy on me instead of talking to me about it. I won’t stay around to be treated like this. I am better than this and I deserve better than this, I will help you work through this but not if you’re going to do this again.” It was like what you said was the end of the world as she immediately broke down into sobs, the sight stopped you in your tracks as Ellie never cried. You moved slowly like you were handling a bomb as you cupped her cheeks, your hands had barely touched her face before she was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug as she continued crying into your shoulder. You stroked her hair gently and let her cry until she calmed down enough to sniffle and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. I’ll fix it, I won’t get jealous anymore I swear I’m sorry.” She mutters into your shoulder as she cries more, her grip on you tightened almost like she was physically trying to stop you from going anywhere. You wrapped your arms around her neck and cuddle into her more as you walk backwards toward the sofa pulling her down on top of you.

“I’m not going to leave you and we can work on this together, you’re allowed to get jealous but you need to be able to discuss it with me instead of attacking me. I’m sorry for making you feel forgotten, I had no intention of doing that but I’m sorry that I made you feel that way anyway. I love you Ellie and you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, I am so lucky to have you I would never want anyone over you.”

She looks up at you and presses a light kiss to your lips, so sweet it almost rids your lips from the salty remnants of your tears. “I love you more. Thank you for being so good to me.” She doesn’t seem entirely convinced by your description of her but she appreciates the reassurance more than she can explain.

You wrap your legs around her waist and squeeze her so tight you hear a choked groan leave her lips involuntarily. You make eye contact that neither of you break as you brush your knuckles over her cheek.

“I really am sorry. You know I didn’t mean anything I said, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

“I do El. But it won’t happen again.”

“Never.” You share a timid kiss and she lays her head down on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, it had always soothed her, she feels herself calming and sinking into you until she looks up to see you already looking down at her with a devious smirk. “What’s up babe?”

“You still got that pink spliff from earlier?”

“I love you so much.”

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Show 'Em How (Phoenix Wright x Reader x Miles Edgeworth)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you were younger, you had a crush on two boys.

The type of crush that left people with heat stuck in their cheeks and eyes casted down at the ground. The type of crush that left people like you stammering and stuttering and trying too awfully hard to look cool yet cute in every moment they’re in view. But they grew up. So did you. Though those feelings you had for the now-grown men didn’t completely disappear. You’re not even sure if they lessened enough for you to no longer feel embarrassed about it all.

  But for the longest time, you just didn’t get what you saw in both of them. After all, you thought that they couldn’t be any more different from each other aside from their shared strong will. So what made you like them still after all these years? What made you linger around like a ghost- hoping and hoping for the one who sees you. Despite knowing they would never see you as you’ve always seen them. Someone to love. Someone to adore. Someone to hold tight and want to protect for as long as they live. But that’s the thing.

  “You’re getting so good at this, aren’t you sweetheart?”

  You only thought you knew that. 

  “Mmm,” You make a quiet hum with the back of your throat as you look up at one of the men before you. “Mmm…”

   You always thought of Miles Edgeworth as a gentleman- even when you both just attending grade school. You thought of him as refined and forever poised- even in the trickiest of situations. And now, you’d admit that some of that holds true. He’s still oh-so gentle as he cards his fingers through your hair and keeps the loose strands out of the way. He’s still oh-so kind as he looks at you with eyes that hold emotions so far away from disgust and malice that you could easily forget if you wanted to. If you tried. But most of all? He’s still oh-so-sweet in the way he calls on you- insisting on sweetheart even as you wrap your lips around his dick and suck him off while free hand focuses on his rival.

  “I could have told you that,” A voice from your side grumbles. Some that have your heart thumping out of your chest and shivers running down your spine at the exact same time. It’s the same Phoenix Wright that you’ve always been smitten with. Though it’s admittedly more charming now that you’re able to hear him talking so casually. Without stress about investigations. Without drama from court cases. None of that stuff. Although… “And quit hogging! It was my turn to get sucked off ages ago!”

  You suppose nothing can be quite drama-free with those two. But you suppose it’s your fault, isn’t it? It started with you getting a little bold one night. A little brave. Then suddenly, you’re writing love letters. Love confession with the hearts and the secrets and the obvious embarrassment dripping from every single word. But this running off of a courageous high (or rather, a steep amount of liquid courage), and suddenly yourself with new emails in your outgoing mail folder. And two emails in your ingoing mail folder- each agreeing to the time and the place that drunken you had asked to meet.

  Truthfully, you don’t remember how exactly your confession went. Maybe you blocked it all from memory. Maybe you didn’t. But whatever happened must have been a good thing between all three of you. 

  Because why else would Phoenix be wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling you off of his rival’s cock all so he could lead you and your puckered lips toward his?

  “Pay attention to me too, okay?” He reminds you gently as he gives you a big smile. Instantly, you’re enamored again now that he’s the boy with your most direct attention (even though Miles’ huff is very clearly an attempt to get your eyes back off him). But Phoenix doesn’t pay him any mind- instead, he’s too busy pushing your head closer and closer to him as his free hand holds his fully erect cock out for your to slide into your throat. “I’m willing to share but you can’t forget about me, alright?”

  You’re barely registering his words. Just giving him a simple nod before your back up and sitting on your knees and wrapping your lips around the pretty dick in front of you. It stands tall and proud in front of you with quite a few noticeable veins decorating it in its entirety. A small bead of precum has been spilling from the top. But you don’t waste another second on dumb thoughts and inaction. Instead, you’re flattening your tongue and taking the thing into your mouth easily. Completely. Happily.

  The salty taste hits your goosebumps a second later, but Phoenix is quick to ease you into taking his entire length all at once. He coaches you into breathing the way he knows you should, and you focus on relaxing your mouth the same way you did for Miles so he slides right in with little resistance. But Phoenix is thicker than Miles. Not as long, but much much thicker. And so the instant you feel him start to fill up your mouth in a way that feels like too much at once, you cough. Just a little. 

  Even so, it’s still enough to get Miles to hurry out a call of “Be careful” to the other man, much to his displeasure. But it’s not your first. It’s far from it and everyone in the room knows that by now. So you’re quick to right things yourself. To adjust so that you mouth things about fitting Phoenix inside rather than Miles. And all too soon, you’re bobbing your head up and down and up and down and up and down. Letting it glide through your warm, wet throat as the man you’re sucking off balls his hands into tight fists and leans back into his chair.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” Phoenix all but groans as he closes his eyes and tosses his head back. His voice is much lower than what you’re used to. Softer. Quieted. More controlled even. Not that you really mind it though. As much as you love your Phoenix- the one who’s bright and loud and only just a little dumb at times- you like the way you’re making him come undone like this. Making him count his every breath. Making him rise out of his chair and curse under his breath. Making him feel good. All because of you. All because of you. “Keep going- keep sucking like that. And- and do that thing with your tongue again. Okay, baby?”

  Your heart melts at the nickname. Baby. You’re so soft for these two it’s ridiculous. But perhaps it’s more ridiculous how soft they are for you. How willing they are for you. Most men would hate sharing a lover. And yet, here comes Miles- reaching over and pulling back your hair again so you can continue focusing on running your tongue against every vein on Phoenix’s dick again and again and again.

  And sometime later, you’ll start stroking Miles’ cock again, not wanting him to lose the pretty hard-on he brought out just for you. Pumping your fist up and down and up and down- in time with the way you bod your head on the other man’s cock. But pretty soon all of Miles’ sweet little compliments will draw your attention away. Pretty soon, you’re pulling your mouth off of Phoenix’s dick and wrapping your lips around Miles’ once more- pulling out all the moves you know he likes. Playing a little with his balls. Sucking a little extra hard on the head. And looking up at him through your eyelashes all pretty like when he started mumbling all kinds of selfish yet adoring words towards you.

  And at some point, the other man in the room is going to feel content will sitting and watching anymore. At some point, he’s gonna want a hand or a mouth or that pretty little hole that’s been hiding between your legs all this time. At some point, he’s gonna want to make you do the squirming. Just like your other lover is gonna want to make you squeal and feel good. Feel oh-so ridiculously good. But he can wait. They both know how to wait at this point. And frankly, you do too.

  Because you waited so many years to confess. You waited so many years to know if they liked you back. And you waited so many years before realizing that the answer had to be both or absolutely nothing at all. But they’ve made their decision. And you’ve made yours. 

  You know they know how to wait their turn. You know they know how to play nice. How to share. And you know they know how to do that with each other. Because you were there when they learned those things. And if they refuse to do it now?

  Well, you’ll just have to show them how it’s done. 

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I really want to see the arthur leclerc x verstappen! male! reader since we dont have much of him

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Also…i know there’s all the shit going around about christian horner, i just want to say that i don’t condone his actions at all, and while I have left him in this fic, I am separating the character from the person.

also warnings: death, general mafia shittiness, homophobia, bad dad jos

arthur leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

“Ermitage will be safe for you, Y/N. It has kept Max safe for years and I trust their teachers. Professor Marko, who will teach english, Professor Horner who will teach history and public speaking, and Professor Dominicelli who is the head teacher all sing their praises of Max, and have helped your admission into the school. The school does not regularly take students mid year, however based on your prior behaviour and safety. I needed to send you here.”

Y/N scoffed at his fathers words. His ‘prior behaviour’ wasn’t all that bad. Max had been sent to this school for an arson attack that had almost resulted in the deaths of 5 people, including 3 of his dad’s own men. He was being sent to this school for running away from his bodyguards, drinking and making out with a boy. But Max was his father’s golden boy, and Y/N was the spare in case a rival gang took out Max. And he was sure that Max despised the 2 of the professors, based on his letters to Y/N. He seemed to adore Professor Horner, so maybe that would be Y/N’s respite.

As the car pulled up in front of the school and crunched on the gravel driveway, Y/N took a minute to admire it.

He smiled as he saw the young children running around near the junior school. He got out of the car, smiling as he felt the warm French sum combined with a small breeze. The car had pulled up on the other side of the driveway, in between 2 other buildings. One looked very traditional, however there had clearly been an extension or five as parts looked very modern with a lot of glass. The other building was gorgeous. The other building was very traditional, looking like one of Jos’ summer houses in Denmark, all white and clearly spacious, however it had a metal spiral staircase on the outside that led to the roof. Jos would’ve killed a builder if that had been left there at their house. It made the building look less professional, and even Y/N wasn’t sure that he liked it.

Y/N watched as 3 men came out from the doors of the building. The 2 in front, both had greying hair and stern expressions, whispering amongst each other, while making disgusted looks towards Y/N. The third looked a little younger and shorter, with grey hair, attempting to look serious and stern as he walked towards the 2 with Y/N’s big brother in tow. Y/N smiled as his brother walked out with the teachers. He looked happy and better and less like he’d just torched a building than the last time he had seen him. Max whispered something in the younger man’s ears and the mask of sterness dropped to smile at the boy.

The group reached the pair of Verstappens, and Max let his guard down a little after shaking hands with their dad to give his baby brother a big bear hug, and provide some intel.

“Who’d he catch you with, huh?”

“Liam. At least it wasn’t bloody Frederik or he’d be here to inform you that I got caught up in the crossfire of a shooting and my funeral is tomorrow.”

“It was simply a matter of time. Anyway, you will like it here. Try and steer clear of Marko, he is incredibly strict and if it was still legal he would hang you from your arms from the roof until your shoulders dislocated. You will barely see Dominicelli, he just rocks up to greet you now, and you will never see him again. Horner is also our housemaster. He’s amazing. He’ll like you. He kinda adopted me after I told him how much of an asshole dear father is.”

“Okay.” Y/N smiled tensely as he pulled himself out of his brother’s hug and turned to greet the 3 strangers.

The first one looked old, as in old enough to retire, and had a stern face, as in someone who would scold you for laughing too hard. Someone after his fathers’ own heart he presumed. He held his hand out, and the man took it,  shook it once, and then dropped his hand, as if disgusted to be touching ‘someone like Y/N’. So an old homophobe then. He then turned around and started talking to Jos, and  Y/n tried to eavesdrop as he met the other men.

“Lawson has been dealt with, I’m just concerned about…”

The 2nd man, held out his hand and shook Y/n’s twice which was an improvement, at least until he dropped it. 

“...he sort of always showed signs but I never thought…”

Then he tried to discreetly wipe his hand on his pants.

“...The Mercedes guys were there, if they had realised who he was…”

Y/N picked it up, and looked down at the ground, slightly awkward, unsure of what to do as the final teacher approached him.

“...Hamilton is pissed, one of his men was caught in the crossfire of trying to get Y/N out…”

Professor Horner immediately engulfed him in a tight hug.

“...see the problem is I can’t explain to anyone why they were shot in a random club on a random thursday to get my son out…”

It was the first time for a long time that Y/N was getting a hug from someone older like her dad’s age. He was so shocked that he missed the next part of Jos and Helmut’s conversation and strained to hear the next part.

“...i can’t tell them my son was in there…so now it looks like i shot up a nightclub for no reason…”

Christian started reassuring him in his ears about how he was safe here and whatnot, but all Y/N was thinking was about how he was preventing him from properly eavesdropping the conversation

“...No, no one important, a lackyman, Aron or something…”

Y/N could feel his heart drop. Paul was dead? He’d known Liam was dead, Jos had used him as an example, but he hasn’t even known that Paul was at the nightclub.

“...it’s done, there’s 2 dead bodies to dispose of, which im gonna do when i get back, but just keep an eye on him please…”

Christian seemed to realise the internal struggle that Y/N was having and started hugging him tighter to make him feel better.

“...He’s gonna get everyone killed and he will only realise when he loses his brother the consequences his actions have…”

‘I KNOW WHAT CONSEQUENCES MY ACTIONS HAVE DAD, YOU KILLED MY KIND OF BOYFRIEND IN FRONT OF ME!’ Y/N wanted to scream at his dad, but that would make him realise that he was eavesdropping and why he was actually here.

Christian felt him tense and tried to sooth him into the hug.

“Alright, that’s enough, Christian, how about we head inside?”

—

Arthur could recognise the boy walking in, but he couldn’t see the father which would help if he could work out why his body was in fight and flight mode as the boy had seen him, waved and smiled at him.

A memory flashed, of a meeting him and all his brothers together in a meeting room, as their father ran them through their highest enemies. He could remember the smile of a kid his age. He remembered Lorenzo asking how a 5 year old could be a threat…he doesn’t remember the rest or why this kid is a threat, but he remembers the goofy smile, the smile that was being flashed his way now, and the eyes that held so much happiness that seemed to hold a lot more pain now.

He couldn’t remember why this kid was in the powerpoint, so he supposed it was okay and irrelevant and smiled back, before being hurried on by Lorenzo.

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Mobster!Alpha Hob mates with In-the Dark About The Criming!Omega Dream.

Hob runs one of the largest crime families on the Eastern seaboard. He is not a nice man, surrounded by not nice men and women. He allows for no dissent or stepping out of line. And he will (violently) protects every omega that makes it to him who requests protection.

Dream is Hob's pretty princess omega. He dresses for Hob's pleasure & desire. He's beautiful and the hottest arm candy in Hob's social circle (of scary men).

Hob has money and is obesssed with Dream - his happiness; making sure he has everything he wants; making sure no one makes him uncomfortable or scared. They are traditionally mated, but actually in love.

More to the point, Dream doesn't really know what Hob's business is - Hob purposefully keeps the seedier side of things away from his princess; and Dream doesn’t care about anything be loving his (masterful) Hob.

An upstart gang makes a move against Hob - injuring Hob, killing some of his people, and kidnapping Dream. The last thing Dream sees as he's grabbed and knocked out is Hob bleeding and unconscious; last thing he remembers before he wakes up again is screaming Hob's name. Dream might not know the full extent of Hob's "business," but when he wakes up naked in a glass cage, what he does know is that Hob will come for him --- as long as there is breath in his lungs(; as long as he's still alive).

I really like this set-up!! Spoiled princess Dream who knows that his beloved husband is rich and powerful and maybe not very nice, but he's nice to Dream, and that's what matters. Dream doesn't ask questions. He's busy with his own stuff, dressing pretty for his alpha, doing his art projects, taking Hob’s knot. He loves Hob so much, and he loves the life that they have together.

Well now Dream is forced to confront the reality of who he's married to. He's in this cage, he's being threatened with torture and terrible degradation. When the gang ask questions about Hob’s business, Dream can't even answer because he doesn't know anything! But he wouldn't say a word even if he did know. All he thinks of his Hob, if Hob survived the attack, if he'll come soon. His captors expected Dream to be broken and begging by now but all he does is murmur Hob’s name hopefully, tracing the letters on the glass.

Hob had to physically fight to get out of the hospital when he woke up. They kept trying to sedate him, saying he was risking his life if he left the hospital. But Hob is an alpha with a goal. He's getting his omega back, by hell or high water. And he is NOT in a good mood when he and a few trusted companions bust into the basement where Dream has been kept. The gang members are gunned down and Hob’s team quickly work to free the omega.

Hob is in a bad state but he can still pick Dream up and carry him up the stairs, soothing and licking his bond mark the whole time. He holds Dream constantly for the next few hours, even at the hospital. And he bites anyone who tries to separate them. Dream is traumatised but happy to be in Hob’s arms. For a little while he thought he might never be Hob’s princess ever again. Now he's sure they can put the whole thing behind them.

Hob practically wraps Dream in cotton wool from that day on. Although he's completely open about how he makes his living now, he never lets anyone from that side of his life near his precious omega. He has Dream under strict protection. He even gives Dream his own little weapon of choice, of course the prettiest and most expensive he can find. Only the best for his darling.

Dream is far tougher than he looks, and Hob knows that. But that isn't the point. He's sworn to love and protect his omega, and to provide for him. So he's going to spoil Dream in every way that he can. Seeing him in that glass cage confirmed what Hob already knew: he'd burn the world to a pile of ash, if it meant making his Dream happy.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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self shipper writing prompts list 😻

i couldn't find any self ship prompts list that weren't made by pr0sh!p bloggers... i dont wanna see that stuff

rb and send me a number + a ship of mine if you want!

other people feel free to rb this for your followers to give prompts or to use as inspiration idk

sharing clothes

"you're a terrible liar. what's really going on?"

cuddling for the first time

"you really think that about me?"

unwinding after a stressful day

"i like your confidence."

warming up/cooling down

"you know me so well, don't you."

love letters

"i had no idea." "i thought i was so obvious."

moving on from our pasts

"i've never seen you like this before."

exploring together

"i don't usually do things like this. you know... emotions."

it's now or never

"what trouble did you get yourself into this time?"

reuniting after a period of separation

"i guess i didn't realize just how much you meant to me until now."

chaos and calm

"i act different around you."

rest now

"you're the only one..."

yearning, yearning, yearning

"of course i remember that."

after a long night, you fall asleep away from your bed, and wake up covered in blankets

"it's okay, i understand. i am, after all, very attractive."

secret meetings

"you're coming back, though, right? you have to come back."

guardian angel

"you'll never be hurt again. i'll make damn sure of that."

oh my god they were roommates/moving in together

"what you've done doesn't matter to me; i'll always like you, no matter what."

fate or destiny

"whatever you want. anything. i promise."

safe to be vulnerable around you

"i can't believe we just did that, we're going to get in so much trouble!!.... let's do it again."

shopping together/for each other

"we have to talk about it eventually."

kiss until the world is just the two of you

#self ship #self ship community #self shipping community #self shipper #selfshipper #selfship #self ship prompts #fictional other #oc x canon #fuck what are the tags. idfk #i dont want this to flop. <3 #find later tag

[written-in-flowers]

No because I love your hotd-stuff, I would love to request something about Aemonds fiancee facing some internal dilemma. Her fiance is handsome, skilled, smart and gentle - but she can not seem to resist giving in to his brother Aegons advances

"Meet me in the North tower."

You'd found the letter stuck underneath the wine pitcher your handmaiden brought in. Immediately, you knew who had sent it: Aegon. Ever since you'd arrived in King's Landing, meant to be betrothed and married to Aemond Targaryen, Aegon made it a mission to charm you. So many reasons screamed at you not to go:

Aegon was married with two children. He was a drunken fool who usually slept in most mornings. He gambled too much. He got into fights he should've walked away from. He made lewd jokes at other people's expense; didn't care about duty or responsibilities. Family name and standing did not matter to the prince. He lived as he pleased. He is everything your parents wished you to stay away from.

Aemond was your betrothed, and you couldn't ask for a finer man. Skilled with a sword, he worked on his mind just as much. The both of you shared common interests in books and history. You enjoyed your garden walks in the morning and the tea time you both spent together every day. You've known Aemond and Aegon most of your life, since you and Aemond were betrothed at ages six and seven. Yet, Aemond was so...proper. He never made advances or tried to steal a kiss like Aegon had on occasion. He didn't leer at you, make sexual suggestions or flirt with you at all. A perfect gentleman, which you liked. Aemond made you feel like a true noble lady; the damsel to his hero. You loved him. You always have.

But, Aegon seemed so free from it all. He loosely played by court rules and etiquette, while Aemond lived by them. You liked the drinking games you both played at feasts and the times Aegon snuck you out of the city. You two never went far. He knew boundaries, at least. Yet, as you looked at the note in your hands, that boundary grew very thin.

You told your handmaiden you would be in the library for a while, and not to disturb you. It was a good choice. North Tower is near the library, so once you and Aegon finish, you can sit there and pretend you never left. Bypassing several guards and other nobles in the castle, Abandoned many years ago, North Tower is one of the older parts of the keep. Tall and facing towards the heart of King's Landing, you climbed up the spiraled staircase. Air became stuffy inside the faded red brick walls. Sunlight broke through the cracks and windows, so your way was halfway lit for you. The higher it went, the hotter the air became. You smelled the musty air when you reached the tower room. Cobwebs covered corners of the room, broken furniture and disused armor laid around like a storage place. This was where broken things went to die. Seeing the dust everywhere, you knew nobody came here.

"We're completely alone up here."

Aegon's voice made you jump. Hair cropped short, wavy and greasy, he was the exact opposite of the tall and lean Aemond. Another difference you liked.

You shouldn't be here.

You loved Aemond, and if he learned about this, he'd be so hurt. Thinking of his sharp, narrow face falling when he learns what you've done, broke your heart. Aemond pretended nothing bothered him, but you knew the pain lingered underneath the surface. It'd break his heart. He put so much trust in you; you are one of the few who have seen him open and vulnerable. You hated thinking of what might happen if he ever learned about it.

'That's why you need to leave.’ 

"Nobody comes up to this place," he said, smirking as he came closer to you.

Light eyes looked down your body, seeing you in the pale blue dress you'd chosen to wear. He strutted over to you through the dark room, before cupping your chin. Your lips met his gently like so many times before. You could taste the wine on his lips; smell the smoke on his clothes. Aemond only kissed you once. It’d been a chaste peck that he’d stolen before anyone noticed. He told you he couldn’t resist with you so close.  Aegon, however, had no trouble fulfilling your needs. You knew you should stop, pressing into a table when you kiss grew deeper, but how could you? You’d already dipped your toes in the pool; it only made sense to dive into the water. 

“Let me,” he whispered, lifting your dress slowly while you kissed, “Let me take it. Please.” 

“I can’t,” you said. “If I lose my maidenhead, Aemond will know.”

“Psh, how? I doubt he even knows where to put it.” He slid his hand between your thighs, and you gasped at the fingers rubbing through your clothes. “I tried educating him once, but I don’t think he got very far. You need someone more...experienced,” he started kissing down your neck as he pushed through the layers of clothing to touch your pussy. You timidly untied his breeches, and slipped your hand inside. You could still turn back before anyone noticed. “Someone who knows how to pleasure you properly.”

“I told you,” you began stroking his half-hard cock while he rolled his fingers around your center. The sensations running through caused your body to burn; you shut your eyes as you focused on the hand sliding against your clit. “I have to save it for Aemond. I...I don’t think I could handle lying to him that way.”

“You’re already lying to him,” he called out your weak excuse. “You told him you’d be going to the library, but you’re actually up here with me.” 

“I...”

Truth be told, you did not know why you came. The naughtiness of it all exciting you? The secrecy making it feel more special than it truly is? The thrill of possibly being caught at any time? You weren’t sure. You continued stroking Aegon, who began palming your breast while starting to slide a finger inside you, but you kept thinking of Aemond. Your tall, handsome, aloof soldier who’d been nothing but a gentleman with you. The man you wished you forget his morals for a few minutes and touch you the way Aegon did not. A second finger filled you, and you grabbed onto Aegon’s shoulder. Aegon’s fingers did sting for a bit. You thought you should be wet; that’s what you’d heard from other ladies you knew. But, there seemed to not be much. You felt his thumb rub over your clit, brushing the hardness in the middle and the folds around it. It brought slight pangs of pleasure like you thought it would. You needed to be quick before someone came and found you. 

It took only a few more pumps before Aegon was holding onto the table, hunched over your shoulder and grunting. You felt something hot and sticky touch your hand, getting caught in between your skin and the breeches. You attempted to ride Aegon’s hand in hopes of finding some sort of pleasure, but he pulled out almost immediately. 

“Aegon,” you looked at him, disappointed and confused, “We haven’t finished.”

“This is how quick ones work, my lady,” he said, beginning to tie his breeches back up, “You need to do some of the work yourself.”

“I’d never done...I didn’t know...”

“Now you do. Lesson learned, right?” 

Shame immediately fell over you. Aegon’s fingers had left an impression inside you, which you tried rubbing off with your thighs. You should never have come. You felt foolish for falling for the charms of a drunken idiot like Aegon, when you had Aemond nearby. 

“You’re not...” Aegon began, seeing you awkward stance, “You’re not going to tell Aemond, are you?”

“Of course not!”

“Oh good,” he said, relieved, “He’ll probably decapitate me if he knew.” He dared to kiss your lips, “If you ever want more, you know where to find me.” 

You watched him leave first, the guilt starting to fester in your stomach. Aemond could never know what happened. You needed to pretend the whole mess had never happened. Even with the arousal still inside you, you could walk it off. You left the tower. You managed to keep your tears back throughout the walk to your chambers. Not even the guard at your door noticed. When you shut the door, you thought you were alone, but quickly realized you weren’t. 

“Aemond!” 

Your worst fear had happened: Aemond knew. You could tell from his face. 

You worried about what came next. 

#aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon drabbles #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd fanfiction #hotd smut

[a-dark-abyss]

Rusty Smith (oc) Yandere Alphabet

Warnings: yandere themes, murder, manipulation, small mention of drugging

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Rusty can be very changing with his moods. He can be very loving but also has a very short temper. He tends to do the whole tough love thing at first but soon he begins to be clingy. He tends to give his darling many gifts which can range from stuffies to body parts

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

EXTREMELY messy. Killing is basically his hobby

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would mock his darling but in a loving way

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Spending time together. He doesn’t care if they don’t like physical touch or spending time with their literal kidnapper, if he wants to hold you, he will hold you

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Rusty hates being vulnerable and his darling will most likely never see him in a vulnerable state. He tries to open up with his darling, but he isn’t used to it

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed and Amused, it depends on how he’s feeling

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Rusty loves watching his darling try to come up with escape plans or trying to run away. It’s cute, really. He likes to give them hope that they’ll get away before crushing those hopes and taking them back to his home <3

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

If his darling pissed him off enough, he would make them kill someone as a punishment or if they tried to escape he might shoot them in the leg

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He hopes to have a cute little thing to spoil and love on. Marriage isn’t really on his mind, but if darling wanted to, he would

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets jealous fast. If someone makes small talk with his darling, thats fine, but when someone looks at his darling with that look that is practically undressing them, he gets pissed. He usually lashes out but always makes sure to comfort you afterwards

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Rusty is very teasing but physical. He likes to be a bit calmer with his darling after they’ve adapted to their new life. He enjoys walking his dog, Bo, with you in the forest and likes showing off how strong he is.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He puts on a charming face to woo his darling

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really 🤷‍♂️

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Though he may physically hurt others, physically hurting you is a huge no. He rather hurts you mentally or emotionally, making you see him as the only thing that can give you comfort and protection. He’ll do things to give you a fear of other people, to really drill in the fact that he is the only person who is not out to get you

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot but he would gradually give them back as rewards for good behavior! Didn’t try to kick him when he walked by? You can sit on the couch with him instead of staying in the bedroom alone. Didn’t try to run away? You can have free roam of some of the house. Didn’t try to bite him when he feeds you? You can feed yourself. Stuff like that

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be patience, but if you do things that will endanger you or he’s had a bad day, he has no patience

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his darling died he’d go batshit crazy. If his darling left or escaped, he would hunt them down until they were back in his arms

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No lol

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His father was like this with his mother. Both of his parents were equally fucked up. His father would take him hunting, hunting both humans and animals. His mother would constantly lecture him that if he ever got a lover, he needed to protect them no matter what. To put it in short form, his dad got him addicted to killing and his mother taught him to be obsessive and possessive over his lovers

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Screaming and crying can easily be taken care of. Nothing a gag or sleeping pills can’t do. But isolating, he knows how damaging it can be and refuses to let his darling isolate themselves from him

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He enjoys taking his darling into town and on walks

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His trust is his only weakness

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically, no. Mentally or emotionally, yes

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

As much as Rusty does tough love with his darling, he genuinely sees them as a gift from god and would do almost anything for them

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Probably a month tops

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes and no. It’s not that he wants to completely change his darling, he loves their personality, hell, it’s the main reason he took them! He just wants to make so they are completely dependent on him

#male yandere #yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #male oc #male oc x gn reader #rusty smith my oc

[mysticalgardensandwich]

FEM ALIGNED DNI!

This is going to be price x male reader I case you didn't look at tags😋💪

Warnings: death, loss of a loved one, kidnapping, blood, and much more

M/n (you) and price are married btw!

It's had been a few days sense you had texted price but that would happen sometimes because you get busy sometimes and same with price

Price was calm and only mentioned it once when Soap had asked how you were

When on break for the holidays Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost would come over and stay a night

Ghost normally stayed the whole time (family stuff yk yk) but you and price didn't care and actually enjoyed the fact he stayed

When Ghost's mental health would take a massive toll randomly he would try and hide it but you would notice

So you started to help ghost find things that can help him, you had your own fare share of mental problems so ghost didn't feel alone

It got to the point with ghost he called you his dad once (he told you do never mention that to anyone... You told price) and even felt comfortable taking off his mask

So nobody expected a call on ghosts phone during training

Ghost awnsered and was confused

It was your neighbor telling him how you had been gone and that he didn't see you so he grabbed the mail and there was a letter for price and if he wanted it dropped off to the base or if he just wanted price to hear it now

Price decided to have the neighbor read it to him

He didn't expect a letter giving a location saying that they have you and if you don't give them information or he didn't come with information that they would kill you

Ghost and Price wanted to leave to that location as soon as possible but Lawell wouldn't let them

When they looked up the location barely anything came up, like, not even a picture of the place

It had been about a week and during dinner Ghost got another call so he awnsered it

Ghost: hello who is this?

?? : this is Ghost correct?

Ghost: yes? Why must you know

?? : should we show them him?

??? : he's out cold right now dumbass

Ghost: what the fuck are you guys talking about!?

?? : are you on speaker?

Ghost: yes??

?? : M/n price ring a bell?

Price: WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!

?? : want to see?

The camera was then turned on and faced towards a h/c male who's head was down but you could tell he was in really bad condition, "we didn't cut out his tongue don't worry, he can still talk" everyone that was by Ghosts phone was frozen in shock. Price made all the recruits and other people leave and they all listened going to their respective rooms "wake him up" suddenly another male came into view and walked up to m/n knife in hand, he then dug it into an already open wound making it even worse, right as he started to move the knife the male woke up and started to scream in pain. The camera got close and the person behind it pushed the male that was digging the knife in the wound away "get a stool, we will be nice and let him talk to you, not like he knows where the fuck he is right now" the phone was then set on a stool still facing the h/c male and then the two men left.

Price: M/n?! M/n are you awake??

M/n: I'm awake love don't worry

Soap: we told Laswell about the current situation she's going to send people out for you. She won't let us go through so please be-

M/n: don't send anyone out, it's a trap, please,

Ghost: m/n we need to find you so we can make sure you are ok

M/n: It's ok Si. Even if the team does get here I think you all know what they would find

Price: don't say that m/n please

M/n: Don't cry guys

Ghost: we will find you m/n.....i don't care how but we will get you and you will be-

M/n: Hey Gaz..

Gaz: Yeah

M/n: take care of the others for me, please

Ghost : M/n don't say that, you can leave me, you can't leave us, please m/n stay alive however you-

M/n: Calm down Si. Remember our breathing exercises, stay calm, don't panic, count your surroundings

Price: do whatever you need for these people to set you free, anything I don't care just don't die please

M/n: Just remember guys. Remember who your are becasue you shouldn't be afraid of losing someone, you should be afraid of losing yourself

Right as that was said there was a sound of a door being opened and then the phone was picked up and the camera was turned off "any last words to these people. Unless you do have information" "I love you guys, I love you Simon, I love you price, see you soon" then the call ended.

(Mini time skip)

The people Laswell sent out had just driven to the base and got out the car with guilt and sad faces, then two of them went into the back of the car and grabbed three people "these are the people..." Everyone was relieved to have the kidnappers but they also questioned where you were "what about m/n?" The team shared a look then they looked down "when we got to the location he... Wasn't there.....only thing left was tons and tons of blood" immediately the three people, two men and one woman were taken into questioning

Nobody fessed up on what they had done to you or if you were alive, this was until price had enough and walked into a room where Gaz was with an about 5'7, brown hair, average looking male and started to scare the absolute hell out of the guy. Price was taller than him, stronger than him, and could easily rip the man in half if he wanted, this made the guy fess up saying they had ended up ripping your tongue out and after they made sure you had died they left you in a trash can behind the house. To call Price furious was an understatement. He's had to be forced out the room so he wouldn't beat the life out of the guy, finally the three people had been taken fully away and were going to be taken to court and then Gaz, Soap, Price, Ghost, Laswell, and others showed up to the house to find you.

They called the police and investigaters were on their way, when they found your body and they all saw what you looked like price couldn't help but let out a scream while crying. You were his husband. His lover. The person who took care of him all the time. Now he was looking at your lifeless and beaten up body, barely able to realize what was old and what had been done recently.

(Time skip. The team are all now retired and no longer in the military)

Ghost officially moved in with Price and they both helped comfort each other along with Gaz and Soap helping and when they need comfort the others would be there waiting with open arms. It was the anniversary of the first time you had met the team so they were all over at Price's place, this time Soap deicided to bring over a few nieces and nephews because they had wanted to meet the others.

Price was sitting on the couch watching the younger kids look around when a young boy pointed to a picture of you in a library with a drink in hand "Uncle Johnny who's this? He's very pretty!" Price got up and went over to the picture grabbing it the same time Soap, Gaz, and Ghost had walked in but because they were behind them Price didn't notice. "This is my husband, his name is m/n. He is very beautiful isn't he? He knows your uncle" the way Price was talking about you made the three males heart melt, the amount of love and admiration in his voice was unimaginable "I wanna meet him! Where is he? is he in the military like you guys were?" Price looked back down at the picture and brushed his finger over your face "he's no longer alive buddy, I'm sorry, I wish you could meet him, he was so sweet and caring, he would spoil you guys rotten. He always had a love for children." The young boy hugged price as much as he could and as tight as he could "it's ok! He's always going to be with you. It's like something I heard once " don't be scared of losing someone, be afraid of losing yourself" meaning that you should always remember who you are and don't forget that" price couldn't help but hug the smaller boy while tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why don't we visit him? You might not be able to talk to him but you can visit his grave" Ghost walked in slowly making sure not to scare them to badly "I have stuff you can leave at his grave if you want" price and the younger boy let go and he nodded happily "let me go get my siblings then we can all visit pretty person!" And like that the young boy was running to get his siblings.

They drove to your grave and all of soaps nieces and nephews Introduced themselves then placed down your favorite snack and a flower of their choosing "let's give Price so space alright kiddos?" They all nodded and watched and price took a picture of you and placed it down along with your favorite flower "I miss you m/n. Sorry I didn't visit last week. I love you so much. I wish you could be here to see how much the others and I have grown. I don't know where you are now but just know you got justice and the three people who hurt you are gone. I'll see you again next week darling" price kissed the headstone that had your name, and date of birth on it and the date of death on it then stood up turning to the others "who wants to go get some food?" Everyone nodded and started walking back to the car Ghost and Price walking next to each other the look of a thousand years of guilt but also happiness on there faces

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨"

THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME CRY💀. ALSO THIS GOT DELETED LIKE THREE TIMES SO I'VE HAD TO REWRITE IT SO MUCH IT'S UNREAL. I didn't expect this to be so long but 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ anyways bye bye

#male reader #cod x male reader #captain price x male reader #angst #idk why its so long im sorry😭 #fem aligned dni

[yellowflowerbub]

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♡ Feb. 11th ♡

♡ Day 2 of 5 ♡

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. you’re not so sure how they ended up in your locker but you take the box of candy and split them with Denji during a free period

wordcount. 1.6k+

pairing(s). denji x reader

tag(s). sharing candy, fluff, denji is very nervous

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‘BE MINE’

You tore apart a box about the size of your palm. It was made of a thin cardboard material that tore like paper when it opened. The box itself was poorly painted white, a few splotches of the terrible paint coverage made view for the original color underneath; a light purple, near lavender, along with a multitude of other shades around it.

In big bold letters on a small heart shaped candy that was the lucky piece of the many inside the box you plucked from it, read,

‘BE MINE’

The box was found in your locker. It sprang out of the door and fell to the floor face down and upon picking it up the bell overhead, somewhere down the hall, resounded in the air. You stuff it in your pocket quickly without giving thought to how it got in your locker originally and hurried off to class, bag and books clutched to your chest as tightly as you could muster. 

Denji was there to meet you, just as late as you but not in nearly as much of a hurry. You genuinely smiled and he did too. For a moment your eyes met as you both did so, but you disappeared behind a door which he thought to be your classroom leaving him in the hallway with his own bag lazily draped over his shoulder.

‘HUG ME’

After you chew on the first one you reach two fingers into the depths of the box to fetch another. It isn’t the best tasting candy in the world, however it’s good enough for you to want one more. It has a chalk like consistency and would’ve been bitter if not for the excessive sugar ingrained into it. You crunch on the heart but while you do you think of its purpose.

These moderately corny notes shaved into each candy are obviously a cash grab for couples to gift to each other on Valentine’s Day but why? Were you meant to do what they say while you eat them? You’ve never heard of people eating candy together… as an activity. It seemed a bit weird. 

But why would anyone give one to you? If they wanted to do these things with you wouldn’t it make more sense to give it in person and not throw it in your locker and run away to hide and gouge your reaction from a safe distance? You’re not complaining by any means, if anything, you're relieved you didn’t need to reject anyone today however you’re still on edge. Anyone could confess their love for you at any moment and claim the candy was their gift to you. How frightening. 

‘HUG ME’

You found Denji waiting outside of your classroom, right where you’d left but he’s slumped against the wall and sitting on the floor. You tapped his shoulder to garner his attention but reprimand him for sitting on such a floor. “I don’t even remember the last time I saw someone with a broom come down here!” You tell him.

He’s volant to apologize but switched the subject right as he leaped from where he sat, “Ya’ get anything for Valentine's Day yet?” He had a smile draped across his face, one you couldn’t read all that well.

“Nope.” You snapped, “Oh! I did get this box… it’s right in my pocket.” You felt around your pants for it and pulled it from your pocket. 

“Oops. Crap. It’s a bit squashed ‘cause I just threw it in my pocket when I heard the bell.” You felt a bit bad for whoever put it in your locker to begin with. They’d obviously spent time preparing it for you from the way the box was painted white however it was chipped and didn’t have nearly enough coats on as it needed. Still, you could see some effort through the bad brand covering.

You looked toward Denji whose mouth is practically frothing. You know he doesn’t have a problem with the box’s condition, he only cares for the chance there’s candy hidden inside. 

‘I’M YOURS’

Another candy falls into your mouth, you’ve now noticed it melts with any moisture. You’re sure if you kept it sitting on your tongue for long enough it would completely dissolve, a remnant of cotton candy but each time you attempt to do so you can’t hold back the urge to crush it between your teeth. One after the other goes the candy, all varying in color and, for the most part, words until you’d reached the last one stuck to the base of the box.

You peer into the depth of it with a countenance of desolation. A question now intrudes on the mood that had been building over the course of your lunch period; which one of you would eat the last piece. 

Denji fiends for it, “Those are my favorite.” He says, looking into the box along with you. He sits with you on a near corroded bench on top of the school roof a few scoots away from your shoulders touching. Every now and then the door to the roof was left unlocked after maintenance but no one besides Denji cared enough to certify it.

“Yeah Denji, I can tell.” He’s been the culprit responsible for the lack of them, “We might be able to split it?” You're not so sure that it’ll comply with you though.

Denji picks his head up, “You're kidding. You think you can get it in half?” He seems optimistic, almost amazed at your phony confidence.

“Maybe,” You pick out the candy with your index and thumb then obtain the best grip you can on it, “Don’t get your hopes up.”

You strain and grunt trying your best to get an even split however the candy breaks in two completely different sizes, one very obviously larger than the other. You glance up at Denji who gnaws at his nails absentmindedly then back at the broken candy. In a quick decision, you shove the larger piece into his hand and eat the other. 

He jumps, “Oh! Woah, thanks.” You’re sure a pink color dusted his cheeks before he turned away. 

You hum. At the moment the box became empty, wonder racked your mind. Your curiosity was discarded when you both originally met for lunch but returned the instant you had time to submerge within your thoughts. 

“Did you… did you think of any possible people who could’ve put the candy in your locker.” 

“I was just thinking about that.” You laugh, “And no, I haven’t.”

Denji faces away from you, the locks of hair that fall over his face curtain his features and even as thin winds blow through them it barely budges. He looks to nowhere in particular, still he’s content on not facing you.

“T-they would've had to know your locker combo. Y’know, to put it in there.” He mumbles.

You hum in agreement. You're not sure who you’ve told your locker combination to; several people have asked to hold their things in your locker however you’re close to certain they didn’t see you spin the nozzle enough times for it to stick in their memory. Who else would know?

You nibble on your thumb as you think, “No one else knows my combination besides.. you. Did you leak it or something?”

“No! Of course not.” He halts as though he wants to face you and stutters as though he has more to say but he never turns nor does he speak. He keeps quiet, hiding his eyes from your own with his burning orange locks.

In a moment of cognizance, you ask, “Did you put the candy in my locker, Denji?”

He provides no answer which is more than anything he could have said. You can feel your heart swelling almost to the point of a pain behind your chest. You request to see him, but he weakly shakes his head.

“I’m not mad or anything.” You are not at all. You are everything but mad, “Can I see you?”

Your voice is no louder than a whisper, the dead silence of the evening and wisp of winds seem louder than you are. Maybe that's what coerced him to finally meet your gaze. You take his hands in yours, “This ok?”

“Mhm.” 

Your thumbs brushes over the back of his scarred hands then over his palms, “I liked them.” You smile, “Thank you.”

“Mhm.”

He won’t fully meet your eyes, they bounce around to everything but you. The bench’s peeling paint, his palms that progressively grow sweatier, his backpack near the edge of his foot, and the low sun.

“If I knew you got me something I would’ve tried to make or buy something too. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Mhm.”

You laugh, “Do you plan on saying anything but ‘Mhm’, dude?” 

“Uh uh.” 

“That’s fine. You don’t have to.” you find it a little hard to meet his eyes just as badly as him.

“You can kick me off the roof if I’m reading you wrong but, will you be my Valentine?”

His grip on your hand noticeably tightens, “Mhm.”

“Thanks. I’ll get you something better tomorrow, how about a date?”

'I'M YOURS'

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a/n: i saw the candy while i was out shopping and immediately knew what i was making day 2 about

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#denji x reader #denji x y/n #denji x you #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man fluff #denji fluff #csm denji x reader #denji x gender neutral reader #poc friendly #like always

[rzyraffek]

Eddie gluskin alphabet? 👀 That's a whole ass husband right there

Its been in my inbox for a week now😩😩 I didnt know what to put in some letters cuz all 'fluff alphabet ideas' had some weird ideas so I had to use my own brain. Scary Request open

She/her, sfw fluff, eddie gluskin is a bit of warning himself, kinda yandere-ish?

Eddie Gluskin fluff alphabet

Affection (how cuddly and how touchy they are with their partner)

Guy lives for night cuddles and hand holding while walking thrue hospital corridors. He doenst see good relationships without often touches

Body(favorite body part in their lover)

For sake of keeping it sfw im going to write that he really likes her hair and hands! Ooh and if s/o happens to be thick/chubby he gonna flew away

Comfort(how would he comfort his lover)

He would take whole situation very seriously and be straightforward about his opinion. Would grab her hand and lisen to her problems

Dating(are you guys doing on dates? Where and how)

Bestie the only 'outside world' you gonna see is hospital abandoned garden

But he sometimes tries to make atmosphere in one of rooms! Set candles prep some lil meal!

Emotions(how emotionally vulnerable he becomes?)

He never really shows his 'weak' side untill long time in relationship, he simply believes he has no issues regarding his emotional state

Future(what plans they have with their lover)

Definitely big house with a lot of kids, very old school marriage, he works she takes care of home

Gifts(do they give gifts? And how they react to receiving gifts too)

Would give her whole world if he could, if she is very close to him, he gonna spoil her so much

Also he treats any gift he receives like its the most precious thing ever! 'Oh honey you shouldn't give me this you are way to sweet'

Honesty(how sincerely and honest he is)

Even though eggie uses way too much smart words and complements he is rather straightforward about his plans and worries

Injury (how would he react to her getting hurt?)

Angy. Very angy acually. Who? When? Where? How? You stay there while he gets rid of any degenerate tha- you just fell down?? Awww you little silly you are so cute he should spend way more time with you then, if you are so so clumsy

Jealousy (how easly he gets Jealous and what triggers it)

Everyone and everything. He is a good husband and he takes good care of his wife mental health he cant let some disgusting joke of a person ruin their relationship! I mean none will break bond they have, right? Noone

Kiss(where and how they kiss)

Kisses everyday everytime they see eachother. Morning smooches and goodnight ones are must have. Also he loves when she kisses his neck and cheeks

Loyalty (would they cheat?)

No. Shes one and only he would never!

Marriage(do they want to get married)

His whole thing his marriage, he wants it as soon as yall meet! He is her perfect groom and she is his perfect bride

No(what is complete deadbreaker for them)

Also for sake of keeping it sfw imma say: Angry people. He can deal with people who are sad or shy. But when somone attacks him or yells? Rip. Litteraly rip.

Odd(do they have little odd behaviours in relationship)

...

ObBVILUSLY HES FUCKING EDDIE GLUSKIN

Baby if you arent into some weird doctor-patient roleplays or weird misogynistic vibe I recoment turning around. Also he finds scared people cute so yeah he gonna spook her on purpose

Personality (what he finds attractive personality wise)

Shy people, submissive, but he doesnt mind extroverts too. As far as they aren't annoying he's in love

Quality time (what they do in free time with them)

Probably reading, dancing, planning their future, having lil dates

Romantic (how Romantic they are?)

Guy litteraly wears suit every day, he also calls her honey/wifey/dear on daily basis. He is the undead romantic and he won't change, cliché stuff is his favourite

Secrets(what they are hiding)

A LOT, again its EGGIE FUCKING GLUSKIN guy has probably his all ex gf dead in his basement or some other fucked up stuff. Like idk, his biggest secret is that once he saw her in ugly outfit and lied and said that its pretty idk

Trust(how much they trust his other half)

Guy needs good few months if not years to trust her. But if he does omg Lady you could stab him, say it was accident and he would believe her. Its not that he's dumb, he is just mentally ill and kinda delusional (noway)

Understanding

Guy lacks empathy, but he can understand certain issues that she is facing, he will 10p% give her weird protip

Value(how much they value their lover)

Alot. Like his whole plot is looking for perfect love. When he finally finds the one (you) and hes 100% sure that it is it. The one(you). He gonna do anything to keep her alive happy and as lovley as ever. She's the most valuable thing he ever had and he won't just drop her? She is staying in his hand forever

Wildcard(random stuff about them)

Guy finds caring people hot. Please take care of him like he is alittle boy that just fell of swing please do it. Tell him how worried you are and please treat his wounds

X-ray(how much they can read emotions and thoughts of their lover)

Guy totaly isn't and empath but he totaly can read their feelings by expressions and body language.

Yes(how would he propose to her)

Yall seen the game?? Guy is straightforward with it. Just pick her up and "you gonna be my wife you know"

Zzz(sleep habits)

If wife no in bed? Why sleep?

He needs her laying next to him for him to acually relax and fall asleep

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #eddie gluskin x reader #eddie gluskin #eddie x reader #request open

[akariarda]

Misako never visited Llyod. Never sent him a letter, never came back atleast once for parent conferences, and overall didnt give him any closure for around the first 8 years of his life. She left him at a school for the evil and ran away. Then he followed, ditching school and putting himself and others in serious danger.

She also hit on Master Wu while still technically married to garmadon, infront of Llyod to. Imagine your deadbeat mom randomly coming back in your life after years and hitting on your uncle, all while having to process aging from 8 to 13 in seconds and having a dad like garmadon.she could have dropped him off with wu his only other blood relative and someone she knows and trusts who could protect him teach him right from wrong, how to defend himself.

And she got really bloody lucky that Lloyd actually became the green ninja because all her decisions are seem to be validated by the other characters even though she’s a terrible person.

Garmadon on the other hand is a bad person sure but not by choice but even though he is corrupted he still puts a side his goals to take over ninjago and sides with the ninja to safe his son, and even after Lloyd is revealed the green ninja he is proud of him, still going to safe his son siding with the skeleton army once again to give Lloyd a fighting chance, and that’s just in season one

Season two he tries to stop Lloyd from unlocking his true potential but he refuses to harm him in anyway And then when he finds the dark island he has to be pushed to fight Lloyd but even then he hates it and ends up just getting consumed by the overlord

And in season three even though he takes up an oath of none violence the minute Lloyd was taken he brakes it in his own words “when you don’t my son all bets were off” and I could keep going but I think I made my point Garmadon even though he was bitten by the great devour and turned evil he still loved and cared for his son and would try to be their for him well misako just left and abandoned him because she had a hunch and even wurst she left him at a boarding school for villains She takes people for granted. She missed Lloyd's childhood just so she could find a way to stop the final battle, but couldn't. Sure, it had a positive impact on his future, but she sacrificed his present. And she just flits between Wu and Garmadon like nothing,she caused her son to free multiple snake armies that summoned a giant snake that killed multiple people and destroyed others homes and made them homeless.

She flirted with her husbands brother behind his back in season 4 and claimed I should have chose you.

And she left her son at a school that turns people evil,she's useless to the story itself! In the show she is only used for explaining lore and stuff, but everything that she says can be said just as well by Wu, Garmadon, Ronin, Zane or Nya (depending on the situation). she also made passes at Wu while still being married to Garmadon I know he was evil, but time he became good she just forgot all about Wu, and then got mad about a nearly 40-year-old letter.   That shit is NOT COOL

Here we go again...

Okay, I think that Misako is a very complex character.

I like to think of her as a person who is actually good but makes mistakes and later regrets them.

Yes, she left Lloyd...

She did it for his future and sacrificed his present, that's how it had to be.

Why in a school for bad boys?

Well, my dear, we don't have any answer to that.

The writers wanted Lloyd to be there.

Why not with Wu?

She knew about Morror, and Wu would certainly train him to become a ninja, and she wanted to prevent that.

Leaving him in a school for bad boys was a very smart move.

Was it good or right?

Who knows, we can't know how it would have been if it had been different.

And she left him when he was 5 years old, maybe he was 5 in boarding school.

Garmadon is a villain and don't deny it. I love him and everything, and that he cares for Lloyd, good for him.

I'll just ignore this with Wu, because I stubbornly refuse to admit it.

I really don't understand if Lloyd forgave Misako why can't you.

Literally later we see that they became very close.

How can you be fans of Lloyd and Garmadon when you hate Misako and they obviously care about her and she about them.

#ninjago #misako montgomery garmadon #lord garmadon #sensei garmadon #Maste wu #lloyd montgomery garmadon #ninjago darkleys

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Sunshine

⟡ Contains: Albedo x Gn!Reader, Reader takes love potion, Sfw, Fluff, A little suggestive at times

⟡ Orange italics are Albedo’s thoughts

Lately, Albedo’s studies had been interrupted by something he had never quite experienced before. It was a warm feeling in his chest, one he couldn’t quite explain properly. Whenever he thought of you, his dearest friend, that feeling always seemed to occur. It really puzzled Albedo. Was this just how friends felt about one another? Or perhaps something special?

One day, Albedo couldn’t take it anymore and decided to get to the bottom of this emotion. Of course, the first step was to invite you over to his lab for a chat. Albedo got out his feather pen and began to write you a letter.

     "Dear [Name],

I have come across something quite interesting lately, and it seems to be connected to you. I believe that it is worth investigating. It would be lovely if you were to come by my lab tomorrow so we could discuss it. Make sure to pack warm clothing. Dragonspine is a harsh place, and I wouldn’t want you to get frostbite.

 

     Sincerely, Albedo."

 

Albedo’s letters were always very straightforward. He licked the envelope closed and set off towards Mondstadt to deliver it to your house himself. This was how Albedo usually invited people, as he was quite introverted. In his eyes, the less social interaction, the better. There was no need for him to come inside to talk to someone when they could just read the letter.

However, just as he was about to set the letter inside your mailbox, he got the intense urge to knock on your door and talk to you in person instead. Hm, that’s new. Another odd feeling surrounding [Name]..

But before he could knock, you walked up from behind him. "Albedo? What are you doing away from Dragonspine?"

Albedo was a little bit startled, but his voice didn’t give it away. "Ah, what a coincidence. I was just about to come to talk to you."

"Oh? About what, exactly?" You asked him.

"Well, I don’t exactly know what it is. That’s why I’m here. It’s worth discussing, I promise you. I would prefer we talk in my lab, if you’re up for the trip."

You raised an eyebrow. "Albedo, you’re the alchemy expert here; do you expect me to understand anything about your research? If you don’t understand something, how in the world will I?"

Albedo laughed. "It’s not about my research, [Name]. It’s something else, and I know it’s connected to you in some way. Do you mind coming with me right now?"

"Uhh.. alright then. I suppose I don’t have anything better to do. Just let me set my bag down inside first; I just went shopping." You said, sounding extremely confused. Albedo was your best friend, but that didn’t mean you understood him a hundred percent of the time.

Albedo nodded and waited outside as you put your things next to your entry table. Though, before walking back out, you grabbed a bottle from inside the bag.

"Well, should we get going?" You asked him.

"Yes, we should. Though I’m curious, what is that drink you’re holding?" He pointed to the bottle, which was filled with a rouge colored liquid.

As you began to walk with him, you explained. "It’s some drink I got while shopping. There was a farmer’s market in town today, and this one stand was giving out free stuff."

"Ah, have you tried it yet?" Albedo asked, trying his best to engage in small talk.

"Nope, not yet." You took the cork out and took a small sip. "Ooh, it’s very sweet; it tastes almost like strawberries and honey."

Albedo’s eyes lit up. He had a very big sweet tooth and was seriously considering asking for a sip. Though, the bottle was quite small, even just taking a small sip would be drinking a lot of the contents in it. So he decided against it. I’ll just find something when I get back to Dragonspine.

As you walked, you soon finished the drink and put the empty bottle in your pocket.

"Oh, Albedo, you like candy, right?" You asked him.

"Yes, I do; why?"

You rummaged through one of your other pockets and handed him a small box of sweets. "Here, have these. I was going to eat them, but that drink was just so sweet that I don’t feel like it anymore."

Albedo took the candy from you, trying to contain his excitement. It was just a small gift; why was he so happy? Sure, he loved candy, but not so much as to make his heart skip a beat when he received it. Strangely, his thoughts lingered on the way you smiled at him when offering the box to him. Another abnormality in my emotions, huh? What could be the cause?

"Thank you, [Name]. I really appreciate it." Albedo smiled back at you.

Eventually, the two finally reached the river bordering Dragonspine.

"Come here, [Name]. The only bridge across is broken; I’ll have to use my vision. Unless you want to go take a swim?" Albedo said to you.

"I’d freeze to death if I went into that river, Albedo." You laughed and then walked over to him.

He set down his elemental skill before picking you up bridal style in his arms. As you felt Albedo’s arms around you, your cheeks began to feel a little warm. Meanwhile, Albedo’s face was tomato red, and his heart was beating extremely fast. What in the world is this feeling? I’m just carrying them; why am I nervous all of a sudden? Hm.. even more evidence that I must speak with them about this anomaly.

Soon, he got you safely across the bridge and set you down. "[Name], you are looking a little flushed; are you okay? Are the temperatures getting to you? I can give you my coat if you’d like."

"Speak for yourself, Albedo." You teased him. "The cold is making you bright red."

Albedo chuckled a little. "Yes, yes.. the cold. Yeah."

It is most definitely not the cold; these feelings have nothing to do with the climate of Dragonspine. 

"[Name], my offer still stands. I can give you my coat if you are getting cold." Albedo seemed a little worried for your well-being.

"That would be appreciated. But what about you? Won’t you be freezing? I wouldn’t want to take it from you if you’ll be suffering without it."

"[Name], do not be concerned. I’m not bothered by the cold, as I’m not human. Feel free to take it." Albedo said as he handed the coat to you.

As you put it on, you could smell his scent on the fabric. A strange feeling washed over you, and you pulled the hood over your head. Something about that chalky aroma of his made you weak in the knees.

After a short walk, you two finally reached Albedo’s lab.

"We’re here, [Name]. Make yourself comfortable while I brew some tea." Albedo turned around to look for the needed ingredients.

You sat down, leaning against the alchemy table. You felt a little dizzy for some reason and were giving yourself a break from standing. Suddenly, your eyes grew heavy, and you passed out.

When you came to, Albedo was sitting on his knees in front of you. "Are you okay!? Do you remember your name? Let me take your temperature. Do you have any idea why you might have passed out? Do you need water? Does it hurt anywhere? Are you taking any medication right now??"

You looked at him as he bombarded you with questions, your cheeks quite flushed.

"[Name], why aren’t you responding? What’s going on? Please say something. I need to make sure this isn’t serious." Albedo looked extremely concerned and began to check if you had a fever.

Suddenly, you grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him in for a kiss. Albedo’s eyes went wide, and his entire face went a bright shade of red. He tried to get away from you, but you pinned him down to the floor.

"[Name], what are you doing!?" Albedo looked up at you, extremely flustered.

However, you didn’t answer him, and you went in for another passionate kiss, savoring the taste of his lips. He tried to struggle again, but it was to no avail. Then he got an idea. When you paused for a minute to catch your breath, Albedo bit your lips. Hard.

Due to the pain, you lost your focus, and your grasp loosened. Albedo immediately rolled away from you and stood up. His hair was messy, and his heart was beating fast. Oh.. oh wow. That was something. Not unpleasant in the slightest, but very surprising nonetheless. As weird as it sounds, I think that I actually enjoyed that.. a lot. I suppose I know what those feelings I was having towards them are now. I fancy them. Interesting.. I’ve never experienced love before. Though, they aren’t acting quite right, there’s something I need to check.

Before you could fully recover, Albedo pushed you against the alchemy bench and used two of his fingers to open one of your eyes wider. Yup, it’s as I expected. Love potion. [Name]’s irises are slightly pink. Even if I like them and don’t mind their advances, I mustn’t let them do as they please in this state. They aren’t in their right mind; it would be wrong of me to take advantage of that.

As Albedo was lost in thought, you managed to knee him in the stomach, winding him.

"Aah-!" Albedo yelped.

You quickly picked him up as he was catching his breath and set him down with his back against his desk. You held his arms down, effectively pinning him.

"[Name], don’t take this any further. You’re not thinking straight." Albedo warned you, attempting to get through to the last bit of sanity you had left.

You leaned down, and Albedo braced himself, expecting another passionate kiss. However, you whispered something in his ear: "Sunshine.."

".. What?" Albedo blushed, the nickname making him feel even more flustered.

"I know you want this, Sunshine. Stop struggling. I see the way you look at me." You said sweetly, trying to convince him.

"[Name], I don’t. Considering your mind is in chaos right now due to that potion and you can’t make proper decisions, using this moment to fulfill my desires would be extremely immoral." Albedo told you, trying to stay calm and collected.

"Mm.. you’re no fun." You moved one of your hands to push some hair out of Albedo’s face. 

Spotting an opportunity, Albedo used his free hand to push you away. This caused you to let go of his arm, allowing him to escape. Once he was free, Albedo ran to his shelves to try to find an antidote. I’m sure it was here; I’m sure I had something to fix this.. I just have to-

Without warning, you grabbed his shoulders, smiling, and turned him around to face you. "Trying to run away? Do you really hate this that much?"

"No, [Name], I don’t hate what’s happening, I hate the fact that the potion is making you do it. I’m not going to take advantage of you, and that’s final. I know you’re only trying to convince me because the potion is fogging up your thoughts." Albedo looked into your eyes, which were now an obvious hot pink color.

You pushed him against the shelf, smiling. "You look cute like this, Sunshine."

Suddenly, Albedo saw the antidote on the shelf. It was just out of reach. If only he could just get a little bit closer, then—

You grabbed Albedo’s hair, pulling his head to one side. Gently, you bit his neck, causing him to let out a tiny whimper.

"Mm~" 

"Oh? Enjoying that, hm?" You smiled, continuing to bite.

Your fingers caressed his body gently, the feeling driving Albedo crazy. Turning a little bit, Albedo managed to get a hold of the small green vial.

"[Name], can we make a deal here?" Albedo asked you.

You stopped touching him for a minute, intrigued. "Sure, what is it?"

"You drink the green liquid in this bottle, and I’ll let you do anything you want to me, okay?"

You smiled mischievously. "Really? That’s all it takes? Anything for you, Sunshine."

You took the bottle from him, downing the whole thing in one go. The pink color faded from your eyes, and you blinked a couple times in confusion.

You saw a messy-haired, red-faced Albedo standing in front of you. "What.. happened?" 

"Before I tell you, you must promise me that you will never take free drinks from strangers ever again."

#albedo x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #albedo fanfic #genshin x you #genshin x reader #albedo x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #albedo fluff #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin albedo #genshin impact fanfics #genshin x y/n #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x you

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Not So Invisible (Highschool AU)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:After thinking his constant hate for Valentine's Day would never show up you do one small thing that changes his entire perspective.

Candy hearts, love letters, red flowers, Valentine's Day, I hate it. Honestly, I can't stand it. If I could get rid of any day I would pick that one. Unfortunately, I can't. So I just get to sit back and pretend to be absolutely shocked when there's nothing in my box that I stopped decorating years ago. I’ll draw some lousy red hearts on it for a grade and call it a day.

Well there is one thing I like about it. During homeroom, while everyone is passing stuff out I can put my head down, turn my own music up, and sleep.

Like right now. I pretended to care about the teacher's five minute speech. The second her mouth stopped moving though, I slipped my earbuds on. Shuffling through my Spotify, I found one with not a single lyric about love (which definitely wasn't made specifically for this day) and put my hood up. In the very back corner of the class, I placed my head on the desk and closed my eyes so that this could pass by as quickly as possible.

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I cannot even begin to describe how hard I tried to sleep this period away. Unfortunately, while the back corner allows me to just remain invisible-by my own free will for once-it came with the glorious sunlight shining right in my face. It also happened to be what most would consider a wonderful day. Bright blue skies and warm weather.

I hate that weather too. I love the rain though. After all, I don't just hate everything, though I can give you a list.

Group projects, bus rides, people with no sense of personal space, the label of “quiet kid”, ads between songs, headphones randomly screwing up, those popular kids that act like the best friend of people who are just minding their own business to entertain their friends, random words that came out of nowhere like rizz, people that text without even attempting to use grammar or proper spelling, sleeping in unfamiliar places, the times I get sent to the school counselor because they think that something’s wrong with me, that therapist I wouldn't speak to who thought she could “fix me”, those stupid parent teacher conferences where they act like I’m not there by giving one glance at my grades then go after their list of concerns for my social life, and so on.

I don't just hate things though.

I love Sonya, Rachel, Harriet, some of my family, the smell of new books and feeling of old ones, hoodies that I know like the back of my hand, the occasional time my cats will cuddle with me, stormy weather with lightning and heavy rain, mist and fog, the nighttime when everyone is asleep and I get to be in total silence, driving when the roads are almost empty, doodling on pieces of paper, the sound pencils make when they scratch journals, the teachers who don't force me to speak, bittersweet music that with soft melodies that you don't know whether to cry or smile at, and the way fire cackles and dances in the dark.

The sunlight was not in the list of things to enjoy, because it stopped me from doing one of the other things I love. Sleeping. So I reluctantly pulled The Dead Poets Society out and got back to reading.

Because life hates me back though, the second I opened it someone walked up. Giving them a glance, I was expecting it to be someone just trying to mess with me.

I definitely wasn't expecting her. Not Y/N in her everyday clothes with a small smile and her own earbuds in.

Without a word she dropped a small white envelope in my box before hurrying back to her seat near the wall. This interaction, if you could call it that, was extra odd since she was notorious for not handing stuff out no matter how many she got. In fact, she had been at her spot the entire time and didn't seem like she was getting back up any time soon.

Staring at her, I waited for her to meet my gaze or explain. Instead, she was reading something of her own like she hadn't just done that.

Still heavy with skepticism, I turned it over in my hands to see my name in blue ink. It was held shut by a small star sticker. I love those too. The stars.

Being careful not to rip it, I opened it and saw a piece of paper and red gumdrop. Setting it down, I unfolded it and started reading.

Dear Aris,

I’m not good with words, or people, but I still wanted to at least try. Even if it's not that good. You probably don't remember, but we used to sit next to each other a few classes ago. I really wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. Still, it's Valentine's Day so I may as well try today, right?

I think that you're really cool. You're really kind and genuine. You do things because you want to and not to get something back. That's probably why you helped me with a lot of the world three years ago in science class, though I don't think you remember that either.

Because it probably didn't mean much to you, though it meant the world to me. That someone would actually help out the new girl. You were the first person to do that and actually talk to me. I would have told you a lot earlier if I knew how, but now that we have this class I’ll do what I said I would years ago.

So if you're not doing anything later would you like to hangout? Just you and I?

Love From,

Y/N

Taking another read through the letter, I evaluated each word. Each space between them and the way the slight curves and dots in the i’s. Just to be sure there wasn't something that I was missing.

There wasn't.

She noticed me. Y/N actually notices me.

Glancing at her again, I saw that she was just turning the page, seeming content in her world. Then, she slightly turned and looked back. I gave her a small smile, and just as she returned it I heard the rain start outside. She just slightly waved to me before turning back around.

So while everyone was complaining about the water falling on the windows I felt my smile grow as I buried my head in my hoodie so nobody would see.

Because even if nobody else was looking, she was, and I was actually okay with that.

I think I was okay with not being invisible around her.

#aris x reader #aris tmr #tmr aris #aris jones #oneshot #modern au #tmr #fluff