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sourpatchys · 7 months

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•Pretty Boy•

You weren't sure when and you weren't sure how— but you were definitely falling for the blue eyed archer.

You'd been with the group since the beginning, doing your best to survive with them, but completely unsure on how to interact with them.

Even before, you weren't much of a people person, always enjoying your alone time just a little too much.

But somehow, you're alone time wasn't so lonely anymore— and you couldn't say you minded.

You started taking watch with Daryl as a way to get away from the chaos in the prison. One person was better than several— that's what you told yourself.

But now— looking over and seeing his unkept hair flutter just a bit in the wind— you weren't so sure.

It was cold, the hot Georgia heat plummeted at night, the humidity storing itself away for a few hours, waiting for its chance to strike once more.

He was wearing a god awful poncho, and you'd told him as such when you'd sat down together an hour prior.

"I'm not lookin' to win a fashion show anytime soon."

You couldn't even argue. But the absurdity of it all did make you laugh just a little.

The silence you had between you was comfortable, no one was talking because neither of you needed too— completely content.

It was somewhat of a routine at this point.

You'd crack a joke about what he was wearing, maybe about how long his hair was getting, (it was curling out by his ears making him look like a fox) or he'd do the same to you— and then you'd just sit, and watch.

Sometimes you'd fall asleep, the cool air and the breeze reminding you of your old box fan that never had a days rest.

When that happened you somehow always woke up back in your cell.

You never brought it up, Daryl didn't seem to want to talk about it, and you didn't want your curiosity to stop it from happening.

It was like a fun little adventure, a piece of the old world you got to keep with you. Why would you ever want it to stop?

A particularly cold gust of wind blew into you, and while it wasn't as harsh as the cold from last winter, it still made you shiver.

"Cold?"

You almost didn't hear him, his voice was so soft.

"Yeah, I guess I should've brought my own ugly poncho."

He scoffed at you, a faint line of a smile on the corner of his lips.

You had expected that to be it, a little light hearted banter to keep the mood up.

But Daryl apparently had other ideas.

He sat up straight, pulling off his crossbow— shaking out of the poncho in question.

Within seconds he had it draped around your shoulders, a content look on his face that told you he felt like he'd done a wonderful service.

"Ya can have this one for now."

Reaching your hands up, you wrapped the fabric closer into your body— the faint smell of, what could only be described as *Daryl* wasping into your nostrils.

You supposed it wasn't your least favorite smell.

"Thank you."

He hummed, turning away from you again— pulling his bow into his lap.

You stared at him, without the extra layer you could see him fully. The build up of grime on his arms, the rise and fall of his chest.

It was as if you were seeing him for the first time.

It was a stupid notion to make, you'd seen him plenty, hell— you'd known the man for probably over a year at this point.

But something about seeing him in the night sky had you unable to turn away.

He's beautiful

"What er' you lookin at." He griped, glancing your way with something not far off from irritation.

It definitely wasn't a question. But you answered anyways.

"You."

He leaned back on his hands, turning his head towards you, staring you in the eyes. Like he was looking for something.

"Why?"

It was a question this time— and it took you a moment to process. His voice was soft, much softer than you'd ever heard it before.

His walls weren't up right now.

"Because I think you're pretty."

You saw a look of— bewilderment? Crossed his face. A look that said— "what the fuck are you talking about".

It honestly made you giggle.

"I ain't pretty."

That got a real laugh out of you. Which seemed to only confuse him more.

"I think you are." You said, in between soft chuckles.

Scoffing he turned away, but you could see the wheels in his head turning, trying to figure out what to say next— or if he should say anything at all.

Seeing Daryl Dixon speechless was something you'd pride yourself on for years to come— you were sure of it.

You were feeling quite brave tonight— and maybe a bit mischievous. So you leaned into his space, placing one of your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance as you shuffled to your knees to face him.

"I can prove it"

He tensed under your touch, as if you were made of fire and he was afraid to get burnt.

He didn't say anything, just looking at you— that same wonderstruck look in his eyes. His walls still hadn't been build back up— he was allowing himself to be vulnerable.

Just for you it seemed.

Bringing your other hand to his cheek, you felt him flinch slightly.

Suddenly he knew what you were about to do.

And suddenly he realized— he didn't want to stop you.

Leaning down, you bright your lips to his. They were chapped— but they still had an underlying softness you hadn't expected.

It was just a peck, and you were satisfied with how it went down, leaning back on your heels to look at him.

"See—" you started, a slight chuckle already forming.

He looked at you, the last bit of his walls breaking down entirely at the look in your eyes.

"I only kiss pretty boys."

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heeliopheelia · 10 months

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"let me take care of you. please?" (sunghoon x reader)

genre: fluff, angst word count: 1k requested by nonnie ♡

warnings: it's a comfort fic!! reader is in a really bad mental headspace, crying, mentions of anxiety

a/n: a little sappy but still think it came out kinda cute <3 comfort fics have a special place in my heart!! kinda wish i had such hoon for myself sometimes :))

You struggle to breathe as another sob leaves your tight throat. Face hidden in your hands, you sit with your back leaned on your bed frame.

The couple past days have been difficult for you as the pressure and the overwhelming anxiety have been taking a toll on your well being. You've never been the one to share your problems or struggles with other people, always being too afraid of burdening them with your worries. So for the longest you've been taking care of your mental problems all by yourself and as much as you've always thought you had it under control, you've finally reached your breaking point as today all of the emotions came crashing down on you with a doubled strength.

You didn't contact anyone, leaving your phone laying on the bed on a do not disturb mode. Being too much into your own head space, you never even hear your boyfriend's voice calling out for you as the door of your apartment slams shut. It's the second time that your name leaves his lips that you finally snap out of it and come back to your senses.

With a gasp, you quickly scramble to your feet and rush to the bathroom, closing the door quickly as you hear Sunghoon stepping into your room. God, you can't let him see you in such state. No one's ever seen you at your lowest and you weren't planning on letting it happen any time soon.

"YN?" He asks with confusion, hesitantly knocking at the locked door. You bring your hand up to your lips, trying to muffle the sobs that don't seem to stop any time soon. "Are you okay? You haven't been answering anyone's calls for the entire day."

You wait couple seconds until you're sure your voice won't betray you. "I'm fine. Just wasn't feeling well, sorry."

But Sunghoon knows you better than anyone else. He pays attention to every single detail of you, so he was more than aware that something unsettling has been going on with you lately. He didn't want to be too pushy though, but after all of your friends said they weren't able to reach you since the morning, he had to come and check up on you.

"I can tell that you're crying, my love." His soft words make you go still for a moment. You were so sure you did well with covering up the tremble in your voice. "Will you open the door for me?"

"N-No," you stutter out, suddenly feeling hot from being this close to getting exposed.

"Why?" He asks, voice as calm as ever, even though his heart nearly leaps out of his chest from worry.

You hesitate for a second, realizing that lying to him is pointless right now. You inhale shakily. "Because I don't want you to see me like that."

"Please, open the door, baby," he asks and it's the gentleness of his voice that makes you cave and turn the lock open. The moment that he steps into the bathroom and sees your tear-stained face, he takes you in his arms tightly. Holding you closely to his chest, he wishes he could just take away all of your pain and worries and keep you like this for as long until you feel secure again.

"I'm sorry," you mumble out a watery apology, pressing your face to his chest and soaking his t-shirt nearly instantly. "I just don't know how to handle all of my emotions sometimes."

"Don't apologize for that," he quietly reprimands you, leaning his chin on the top of your head. "Wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head and Sunghoon understands. He hums in acknowledgement and the faint vibrations running through his chest bring solace to your aching heart.

You stand in silence for couple more minutes, relishing in the feeling of his hand stroking your hair and the gentle serie of kisses that he's laid upon your head. Before you even know, your sobs reduce to quiet sniffles and the hysteria that's overwhelmed your mind slowly fades away.

"You should've called me," he whispers after a moment. "I would've tried to help you. It breaks my heart to think that you've been dealing with all of this by yourself."

"I just didn't wanna burden you," you stumble out, pulling away to look at him. "You have enough problems on your mind already."

With a soft smile, Sunghoon lifts his hand up to wipe the tears away from your cheeks, peppering your face with kisses next. Your arms wrap around his middle and you just let him shower you with the affection you've been in a need for throughout the entire day.

After pressing the last kiss right to your tear-swollen lips, he pulls away so that your noses touch, rubbing them together to finally see the smile he adores so much.

"I want you to tell me every single thing that's bugging that precious mind of yours, alright? I'm your boyfriend after all." Noticing the uncertainty glimmering in your eyes, he kisses you again. "I really want to help you, baby. Let me take care of you. Please?"

Seeing the desperate pleading silently writing itself on his face, you finally nod your head and send him a sheepish smile. You push your face back into his chest again, not able to bare the raw emotion in his eyes as he looks down at you.

"Thank you, Hoon," you mumble, tightening your arms around him. "I love you so much."

"I love you even more," he says, finally feeling content for the first time this day. "Wanna go to bed now? It's getting kinda late. We can even watch this stupid cartoon you love so much."

"Haikyuu is not stupid and it's not a cartoon," you glare at him playfully. "Stop pretending like you're not watching every single episode more invested than me."

He huffs out a laugh, flicking your nose gently. "Alright, got me there."

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violetrainbow412-blog · 7 months

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Day 9: showering/bathing

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

Reblog if you liked it!

The aroma of the candle burning in the room had you completely relaxed and the salts in the bathtub were helping to reduce inflammation from your muscles, quite tired from the day's effort. The toiletries they were using had been a gift from your husband and, honestly, you were appreciating his choice of the lavender line right now.

After a few minutes, only God knows how many, a sound outside caught your attention and then you became alert for a possible thief. All your fears were washed away when a familiar voice called out your name and you had to summon your willpower not to run out of the bathtub to greet him.

"I'm here!" you half screamed. It didn't take him long to discover where you were and when you saw him walk through the door a smile spread across your face.

“Hello, princess,” he greeted you and if it hadn't been for the fact that you were submerged in the water, you would have practically melted. He looked tired, but he still walked up to you and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “I didn't expect to find you like this. But I'm honestly not complaining.”

“You can join,” you said, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously as he sat on the closed toilet lid “I'm glad you're back, by the way. Did everything go well?”

“We solved the case faster than I expected”

Spencer's absences could last from a few hours to an entire week and that was something you had already gotten used to, but what you couldn't quite adjust to was the physical toll that work took on your husband. You would never dare ask him to leave, however, that didn't exempt you from worrying about him.

“That's good to hear,” you responded cordially, having already turned a little on the tub and with your head resting on your arms leaning on the edge of the porcelain.

There was a moment of silence, not at all uncomfortable, in which he kept looking at you.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“Naked?”

“Relaxed,” he corrected you, chuckling at your usual sass.

“I was serious when I said you could join.”

“But I probably stink and have sticky skin, love.”

"So what? Anyway, you’re going to take a shower,” you argued, reaching out to caress his leg “Go on, get naked for me.”

Spencer was never the flirtatious type and perhaps it was because of those indecent comments you said all the time that he was still in love with you. Without offering much resistance to your request, he took off his clothes, to the delight of your eyes, and when he was completely naked he got into the tub with you, maneuvering to stay behind your body in the small space.

"How long have you been here?"

“Not much since you arrived,” you confessed.

You could barely move, but you managed to reach out to the sponge at your side and took the man's arms to start washing them, carefully and carefully. While you did this, he left a few soft kisses along the length of your shoulders and every so often he sighed with satisfaction at your attention.

You turned until you were leaning on his lap and took some shampoo between your fingers to wash his hair, which had already grown a little since the last time.

“Are you using the lavender set?”

“Mhm” you hummed happily “It was given to me by my cute husband who hasn’t stopped seeing my boobs since I turned around.”

“Sorry, I'm just a little distracted right now,” he laughed, but without sounding sorry at all.

You let the shampoo rest on his scalp and then took the sponge again to scrub his slightly tanned chest with the same affection. Spencer followed your every movement attentively, feeling intoxicated by your care and the faint scent of the candle in the room.

You might think that married life gave you many moments like these, but the truth was that among so many obligations sometimes you didn't have much time and you two were grateful to be able to be in that intimate and homely position, even if it was just for a short time.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Much better,” he sighed, reaching over to hold your face and place a kiss on your cheek, the wedding ring glistening in his left hand “I read a good book on the trip back here, do you want me to tell you about it?”

“Sure,” you responded happily, adjusting yourself so that you were once again pressed against his chest.

He began to tell you about an astrophysical phenomenon that he had been interested in for the past few months. You listened very carefully to each of his words and enjoyed his kind palm caressing your side while he spoke in your ear, taking the time to explain everything that was unknown to you.

If someone asked you where else you would have liked to be, you would have chosen nowhere else than that warm bathtub.

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romanestuffsposts · 6 months

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Hello wonderful

If you have time could you write about stucky's little who has fainting spells? Sometimes when I get too hot i end up passing out, all the noise goes kinda fuzzy and I can only focus on one object in front of me before everything goes black. Maybe the reader faints when they are out at the park/zoo and they both get scared because they forgot that happens to their little?

Hi there love!

Oh no i'm so sorry it happens to you! I really hope you're okay when you have to go through that, It must be hard. Please be careful and take care of you sweetie! ❤️

I hope you like how I wrote your request and I hope it wasn't too long.

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : fainting spells, lots of sun, zoo, doctors, worried daddies, caring daddies, lost little reader, aftercare

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : all you wanted was a perfect day at the zoo

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You finally have the chance to see the koalas. They're in front of you, some of them hidding but the most beautiful koala you've ever seen is just in front of you, behind that giant window.

You had been waiting for weeks, months even before you finally hear a yes from your Daddies's mouths. You couldn't contain your joy from that moment until you step inside the parc.

Your Daddies didn't liked the idea of going to the zoo because it's a big place and knowing you, they knew you would only run around without caring if they're behind you or not. So they were really stressed and anxious whenever you ask them again to go there for a day and they had to come up with an excuse.

But they can't prive you from the funny things of the world so they eventually said yes. Which is why you're here now, gazing at this beautiful koala with your mouth wide open and stars in your eyes.

"it's beautiful, isn't ?" Your Papa smiles as he takes a steps forward. He rests a hand on your shoulder "it's just like you when you're wrapping yourself around us whenever you're in our arms" your Daddy teases as he takes a steps toward you too.

You couldn't thing about anything else, the loud sun peering behind the koala, hitting your head in the process doesn't bother you more than that, the loud chatters from people around you don't bother you so much, neither do the smell of food mixed with the smell of all the animals around because your mind doesn't focus on all of that.

Your Papa's hand slide up to your forehead because he wanted to put away some hairs that were in front of your eyes but he stops when he feels how hot your head is.

‘’Bucky’’ he discreetly calls to not alarm you. Bucky calmly walks closer and gives his husband a question look.

Steve’s eyes fall on his hand before going back in your Daddy’s, signaling him what he has to do. Bucky slowly and naturally rests his hand on your forehead once Steve moved his and his eyes immediately go wide.

‘’Baby ?’’ His eyes rest now on you ‘’are you feeling okay ?’’

You didn’t wanted to leave so you hadn’t told your daddies that you started to feel too hot to your liking. After the koalas you were supposed to go see the Penguins so it would be a place a lot more fresher than now. You had hoped it helped to make you feel better.

‘’Mh-mh’’ you nod your little head as your eyes stay glued to the beautiful animal in front of you.

‘’put your hat on, please’’ Your Papa orders in a gentle but firm voice. If you still feel fine then it’s not gonna last long with your head heat.

You whine quietly because you have to look away for a second to go in your bag and pull out your hat. But the way your Papa had spoke told you enough to not disobey him.

As you look down after putting your bag on the ground, you suddenly feel your head spinning just by the little movement of looking down instead of right in front of you. You lose your balance and extend your hand to try to grab your Papa’s leg so you’ll stay on your feet.

Your Daddies didn’t noticed until you fell on the ground that something were wrong but once they did, all their attention go on you.

Steve is quick to pick you up after you hadn’t respond his call while Bucky shout at everyone to move off of their way and to the staffs to do something.

You were quickly taken under care. The doctors of the park were quick to come meet you and they take your Daddies and you with them, toward a place quieter and hidden from eyes.

‘’Lie her here’’

The older doctor walk toward you once your Papa agreed to let you go and start his examen.

Questions and questions were thrown at your Daddies like ;

Ad she eaten anything since breakfast ?

Did she wear a hat ?

Did she had sunglasses on her eyes ?

Did she had enough water ?

Did they avoid areas that are too exposed to the sun?

They answered each one of them with the hope of finding what happened.

The doctor came to the conclusion that the sun had hit your head to much and said that you needed rest. They proposed to let you there until you feel better.

‘’Does it happen often ?’’ The young doctor asks as he pulls a blanket above you and rest a glass of water beside the hospital bed.

Bucky shakes his head ‘’no it ne- fuck yes’’ he breathes out after réalisation hit him. He runs a hand in his hair as now both of the doctors have their eyes on him ‘’ it already happened’’

He turns to Steve who looked at him with wide eyes. How could’ve they forgot such a thing ?

‘’It already happened ?’’ The older one ask ‘’ can you tell me the frequency of the fainting spells ?’’

‘’We- we don’t really know, it happened only three times since we-‘’ Bucky doesn’t finish his sentence.

‘’explain to us the situation of when it happened please’’

‘’Well the first time it was after we moved out. We just brought a house a few months after we meet her and at the end of the last day of moving she faints in the living room.’’

‘’The second time it happened we weren’t there. She stayed with a friend of us who loves her and they went to the parc and had a fun day out. Right before going in the shower before her bedtime she faints’’

‘’And the last-

‘’okay so she faints when she has too much exercices ?’’ The young doctor asks

‘’It’s not possible. We have a lots of days like those and it doesn’t happen each time’’ Steve states.

‘’It’s normal it doesn’t happen each time. Usually it’s factors that change and we cannot alway plan what will happen before it happens. Sometimes there are signs and other times there aren’t any’’ the older one say.

‘’Now that we know it’s not only because of the sun, we’re not gonna call an ambulance but I advice you to go see a doctor. He will be able to help you and her through it. Maybe someone in who you have your trust in’’ he adds.

They know the perfect person for that.

The doctors leave the room you were all in to give you some quiet. They said to take all the moment you needed and that they’ll come every fifteen minutes to check in.

Bucky kneels at your head’s level and runs his fingers gently in your soft hair, he presses a sweet kiss on your forehead, waiting patiently for you to open your eyes.

A few minutes later which was an eternity for your Daddies. Your little eyes start to blink at the unknown room you’re in.

You let out a tired moan which immediately got your Daddies’s attentions. ‘�� princess ?’’

You look to the side and see both of your favorite men sitting beside you, their big hands around your little one ‘’hi there my sweet love’’ Bucky smiles with relief in his eyes as he finally sees your beautiful eyes

‘’Are you feeling okay ? Do you want some water ?’’ Your Papa asked, already on his feet to give you the glass before you even respond.

But you whine and shake your head which cause him to stop his movement ‘’alright but don’t hesitate to tell us when you want it’’

You nod your head and close your eyes, you just want to sleep

‘’you’re tired babydoll ?’’ Your Daddy’s fingertips keep massaging your scalp and hairs which make you want to sleep even more. You sigh through your nose and nod your head.

‘’Alright, rest sweetie. We don’t have to worry about the day, we still have lots of time to keep the visit and if you don’t have the strength to do it anymore then it’s totally okay, we can come back another day’’ your Papa whispers in your ear

‘’We’ll take care of you, always. You’ll never have to support your pain alone, no matter what pain it is. We’ll always be there, always’’

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roseharpermaxwell · 4 months

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RWRB FirstPrince Roommates & Neighbors Recs

All the oblivious pining, cuddly bedsharing and forehead kisses your heart can handle. Click below for my faves!

thigh'm in love with you by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries. E, 1.8k. Henry has a date.

Alex knows, because for the last four months, his roommate’s choice in soundtrack as he primped and preened before a date has been extremely consistent, and there’s no way Good as Hell, All About That Bass, and Dancing Queen playing consecutively is a coincidence tonight.

too worried to be sleeping by viciouslyqueer. G, 2.7k. Just as he’s getting ready for bed, Alex hears something in the apartment next to his – it sounds like glass shattering on the floor. Then, the voice of a man, choked up, like he’s been crying.

He sighs heavily and clambers out of his bed, shoving his feet into his slippers and opening the door to his bedroom.

and i don’t get much sleep most nights (i’m seeing you in every dream) by @autiespring. T, 2.9k. “Alex Claremont-Diaz can’t sleep.

The thing is, insomnia isn’t new. He’s been like this all his life.

The ADHD diagnosis is newer.”

two nights where alex and henry can’t sleep and one where they can (a love letter to neurodivergence)

all's well that ends well to end up with you by karish. T, 3k. “Fuck, thank you, you’re a lifesaver, Hen,” he says as he closes the small distance between them and places a faint kiss on Henry’s lips.

His lips are soft and Alex melts into it for a second before pulling away. He bumps their noses together for good measure before stepping back and grabbing his bag from the chair. When he turns back to look at Henry, he’s still standing still, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Alex can even see a dark flush starting to spread over his face. It looks cute. Alex wishes he could–

Oh.

Oh shit.

Fucking goddamn shit.

He just kissed Henry. Fuck.

So, Kiss Me by onesmoluke. M, 3k. Just a wholesome getting together fic

Alex is a poli-sci major and he's been in love with his roommate Henry for years. Things finally come to a head when Henry makes a slightly ridiculous request.

From the prompt: "Could you kiss me? I need it for writing purposes."

the conclusion literally any normal human being would come to. by @chaa-kiao. M, 3.2k. My [21M] flatmate [20M] gives me forehead kisses when he thinks I'm asleep. How do I ask him to do it when I'm awake, too?

Henry and Alex are roommates quarantined together. Henry takes to Reddit when Alex's behavior gets too confusing for him to sort out on his own. Surely this will have zero impact on their completely platonic relationship, right?

kiss me like you've got nowhere to be by @anincompletelist. M, 3.2k. In the three years they’ve lived together, he thinks it’s safe to say that he and Alex have gotten… close. The kind of close that other people like to point out sometimes when they’re in public, and not just their overinvolved older sisters and overly suggestive friends. A few of Alex’s colleagues have made comments when Henry shows up at the holiday parties or after a stressful work day to make sure Alex is eating and staying hydrated, just the same as Henry’s clients each know little bits of odd Alex-facts that he lets slip sometimes in his sessions.

Regardless, it’s all terribly domestic, and the twinge of satisfaction Henry gets when Alex’s dates don’t go well is most definitely not appropriate, even if they are kind of in a weird, probably mostly platonic, very codependent relationship. If he’s not careful, Henry’s going to get himself so, so hurt one of these days.

Mambo de la luna by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 3.4k. Fuck. God, this is so bad. It would be so much better if he just wanted Henry for the way he moves his hips and the fact that he has the flexibility of a double-jointed yoga instructor, but instead he just wants to… hold him??? Sure, fucking him would be a nice bonus, but the one thing he wants more than anything else is to be following Henry into that room and curling around him before they fall asleep.

Henry is a stripper, Alex is his roommate. The stripping part isn't the problem.

sacred new beginnings by Standinginmoonlight. NR, 3.4k. Alex Claremont-Diaz doesn’t get sick.

Or: Alex Claremont-Diaz gets sick and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor looks after him.

only bought this dress (so you could take it off) by @coffeecatsme. E, 3.8k. “Take off your pants, show me your dick, and you’ll see. I’ll pleasantly admire it from afar, I can even offer a few compliments about the size if you want a boost to your ego—”

“I don’t need—”

“But,” Alex presses before Henry can continue, “I’m not going to touch you because, as I made it incredibly clear, I’m not gay. So.” He waves his hands in a gesture that he hopes conveys, go on. “Take off your pants.”

Or, Alex realizes some things about himself. Henry helps.

every constellation hiding in the sky of your body by coffeecatsme. T, 3.9k. He's straight. Alex is pretty sure he’s straight. Yet sometimes he catches Henry move around the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he glances over to find waves of blond fallen over his forehead, he meets those blue eyes and the shy smile Henry only saves for Alex and wonders.

Or, the one in which Alex is drunk and has a lot less impulse control when it comes to Henry.

In my dreams (In your dreams) by @lizzie-bennetdarcy. E, 3.9k. He opens his mouth to tell Alex it's fine, they can stay, when Alex shakes his head. "The room is spinning. That's not fun. Alright, sweetheart, let's go home." He jumps up from the stool, and immediately lists sideways into Henry. "What will it take to get you to carry me home?"

"More than you're prepared to give, I'm afraid." Kiss me, marry me, have my children, please.

Alex is very drunk, and very affectionate, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Henry to pretend like he isn't completely in love with him.

Play Me a Song by @three-drink-amy. G, 4.1k. Every night, like clockwork, Alex's upstairs neighbor plays the piano for two hours, giving Alex the motivation to sit and do his own work so that he can listen. One night, he leaves a letter for his neighbor to thank him for the music. When his neighbor comes to his door to thank him for the note, he finds it's the same cute guy he's been running into in the lobby.

blackout by rizcriz. T, 4.3k. When the power goes out, Alex and Henry are sitting in their living room watching the latest fantasy show to hit Netflix. Alex has his feet in Henry’s lap, and his head pressed up against the side of the couch. One of Henry’s hands is burning a hole through the thin spread of Alex’s pajama pants where it’s resting on his shin. Everything goes out like a flash of lightning, but it takes a moment for it to really register that they’re left lying in the dark.

When it does, Alex sits up, the backs of his calves pressing into the firm weight of Henry’s thighs. He tries not to think about that, though, even as Henry’s hand tightens around his calf. The moon’s shining through the window, so it’s not like they’re blanketed in total darkness, but when Alex looks at Henry, and Henry looks at Alex, the shadows drifting over his face, it feels as if all the light has been sucked out of the world entirely.

Or, Alex and Henry have a conversation by candlelight.

your name has echoed through my mind (i just think you should know) by vibrantsaturn. T, 4.6k. Still in a frenzy, Alex grabs the thermos. Says, "thank you, baby. Fuck, I love you." He raises himself on his tip toes and presses a quick kiss on Henry's lips with a hand on the back of his neck and bolts with Pez in tow. Just before the door closes, he sees Henry standing there stunned, his fingers on his lips.

They take a few steps until Alex just. Stops. "Pez, did I just-"

"Tell Henry you love him? Kiss Henry without realising what you were doing? Yes," Pez says in a daze and Alex curses. Fuck, how is he going to face Henry now?

Alex realises he's in love with Henry after playing Fuck, Marry, Kill and he does not know how to deal with it.

It Was Never Home Until You Were There by earth_to_alex16. T, 5.1k. Henry and Alex are roommates that share a bed - Henry during the day and Alex at night.

How can a connection form when they've never met?

Or, The Flatshare AU that no one asked for.

Always Where I Need To Be by @cha-melodius. T, 5.4k. Alex doesn’t even know how he does it most of the time. He’ll take his glasses off for five minutes while he’s working to rest his eyes, and somehow David will snag them off the coffee table and run off with them. He doesn’t chew them, thank god, but the slobber is bad enough. Plus, there’s the fact that Alex has to go on a search to find whatever random place he’s managed to hide them.

Except… the places the glasses end up don’t seem to be exactly random.

(Alex's new roommate has a puppy with a penchant for theft—and, seemingly, strong opinions on where Alex needs to be.)

No Sense or Sensibility by @inexplicablymine. T, 5.5k. “When and where was your first kiss.”

Oh shit.

The thing is… Alex actually has an answer to this one, it’s just a matter of admitting that it happened.

Kennedy’s. 7pm, Pub Quiz and Ice Cream. Every Monday ‘til death due us part. Alex liked his little routine, until Derryl got it in his head to host The goddamn Newlywed Game instead.

Don’t Wanna Be A Fool For You by @myheartalivewrites. E, 6.2k. Henry had always known it would come to this, in the end. That his ridiculous, unrequited, life-destroying love for Alex would always break his heart. He’d chosen to indulge it, because, if he’s being honest with himself, pulling away from Alex at any stage in their friendship would have broken him. He could have brought it forward or put if off, but the end result had always been inevitable. So he’d chosen to delay it, for as long as possible.

Not So Silent Night by @inexplicablymine. T, 6.1k. Sure, Alex can admit in the deepest recesses of his mind, at two in the morning, when the Liszt is playing forlornly like some kind of bugle call for grief, that whoever the fuck lives next to him is on another level with the keys.

Alex has no idea who his piano playing neighbor is, but Alex knows one thing for certain… This means war.

But he’s always had an extraction plan in place for when it became too hard. A fake family emergency. Some last minute thing calling him to England, the details unimportant. A quickly packed suitcase and a note stuck to the fridge. He has a credit card and his passport lives in the top drawer of his bedside table, where he can get to it easily. He has an open invitation to stay at Pez’s place, or Bea’s.

Henry had always known the day would come.

Henry and Alex are roommates, Henry is in love and Alex is oblivious. And then, ONE DAY…

Dreams that Keep Me Up in the Dead of Night by earth_to_alex16. T, 6.3k. Alex gets a little too honest when he's tired.

Oxford Days by myheartalive. E, 6.3k. "Alex’s new roommate is kind of a slut.

No. Strike that. Not kind of. Definitely. Definitely a slut."

An ode to slutty Henry.

Hide and Sneak by clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.7k. Henry shouldn't be here; 'here' meaning the flat he shares with his friend and unrequited crush, Alex, who is irreversibly straight and likes to walk around in his boxers like some kind of sexy torture device.

Alex, unlike Henry, is meant to be here, and here is where he is.

On their sofa in the living room.

Jerking off.

Can be summed up by the line, "If we don't touch each other, it's probably not gay."

It's a (Birth)date by Celaestis. T, 6.9k. 5 times Henry is oblivious that they're dating and 1 time he isn't.

like coming home by Standinginmoonlight. M, 7.3k. Although he doesn’t know it yet, Alex is screwed from the second Henry signs off his email with ‘best wishes’ like a Dickens character.

Or: the one where Alex Claremont-Diaz has been in love with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor all along.

craigslist cutie (please don't go) by matherine. M, 7.7k. Here’s the thing. Alex is simultaneously very, very smart and very, very stupid. Nora calls it the Claremont-Diaz Paradox, and every time she does, June sticks out her tongue like she’s about twelve years old, and then Nora makes a comment about what she would rather June be doing with her tongue, and – okay. Off track. Not relevant to Alex’s current predicament, which is perhaps the most damning example of the Claremont-Diaz Paradox. Alex got himself into NYU Law with flying colors and LSAT scores in the 99th percentile, worked his ass off for three years, and graduated with honors and a crippling caffeine addiction. And then, because he is an idiot, he decided to take his JD, his potential, and his mountain of student loans to his brand-new job as a public defender.

Unfortunately, being a public defender pays about as much as working at a Hot Topic. Which means that Alex really needs a roommate. Like, pronto. STAT. ASAP. He’s not sure who’s desperate enough to move into the other room in his beautiful, probably-not-bedbug-infested 700 square feet of Hell’s Kitchen, but he really fucking needs to find somebody.

Craigslist is a last resort, but it does bring him Henry.

am i homophobic? (URGENT) (PLEASE HELP) by holdinggrudges. E, 7.9k. Now, it might be pretty early in the morning and Alex’s brain functions might not be working as quickly as they normally do, but he can still put two and two together. There's a strange man in their kitchen. Henry is shirtless, rumpled, and holding two pairs of boxers. Henry and this Sam guy slept together. Which… obviously is fine because Alex is not an asshole, but he’s definitely feeling something about this development that he will examine at a later date. But of course, instead of saying something normal, you know, like a normal person would, he says, “Ohh.” Like a fucking weirdo.

or: the "am i homophobic?" roommate au that no one asked for

The Kids Are Alright by earth_to_alex16. T, 8.3k. Renovations at the LGBTQ shelter bring Henry's work into his flat with his roommate Alex.

Henry is good at his job and deeply in love with Alex.

Can he multitask?

like I do by @smc-27. E, 8.5k. They live together and work together and Henry cannot go more than a few hours without seeing Alex, and it should be a problem but it isn’t. Henry likes Alex, and when he puts it like that, he hears the part of his brain responsible for his rooting in reality begin to laugh. Hard. Like is certainly not the thing Henry feels. He’s ignoring it.

(He’s failing, but there’s an attempt.)

Obliviously Devoted by @uglygreenjacket. T, 9.3k. She looks at him in the way only June can. She's the only one he'll allow it from without a fight. "I don't know if you're ready to have this conversation or not."

His fork clatters to the plate in front of him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

June sighs a sigh of long-suffering and pinches the bridge of her nose, before she looks him dead in the eye and sets his world upside down. "You know you and Henry are dating, right?"

Alex gapes at her. Mouth hung open, eyes blown wide. "W-what?"

"I say this with all the love in the world," she says. "But sometimes, I swear, you are the most oblivious idiot on the face of the planet."

Am I the Asshole? By @everwitch-magiks. E, 9.5k. AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend?

It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral.

In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Baby, it's Cold Inside by Celaestis. E, 9.8k. When winter officially arrives on November seventh, it’s with a bang. Actually, the bang is due to the building’s ancient heating system failing in spectacular fashion. It coincides nicely with a cold front moving down from Nova Scotia which means New Yorkers of all stripes are suddenly getting their winter coats and hats out earlier than anticipated. It’s not usually a problem. But then their building usually has heat.

red lights (they burn us out like kerosene) by vibrantsaturn. T, 10k. "We could go anywhere," Alex says and he's not sure why he's whispering. All he knows is that this moment is going to monumental in their lives.

"Anywhere?" Henry asks, his voice low, and there's a trace of wonder in his voice.

"Anywhere," Alex confirms, a soft smile on his face.

It's Getting Hot in Here (So Hot!) by Celaestis. E, 10k. Henry’s firm and unwavering belief in Alex’s hetrosexuality does wonders for their relationship. He can coexist with Alex in the same lobby for entire half-minutes at a time while checking for post, he can make solid eye contact during glances in the hallway. Alex is still the most beautiful man he’s ever beheld, and maybe Henry’s hook-ups are tending towards the Latino types more than they ever did in the UK, but still. Alex is straight. Henry is fine about it. Really.

or,

3 times when Alex takes Henry on a drive to get him out of his head over the years, and the one time Henry does.

you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer. M, 10k. Sharing an apartment with Alex had seemed like a good idea at first. They’re best friends, prices in Brooklyn are absurd, and they had both been in urgent need of residence – it only made sense.

Except for the small, tiny, teeny, barely there fact that Henry has been in love with Alex from the first moment he laid eyes on him. And the fact that Alex doesn’t know, and can never find out.

Or, as coffeecatsme so eloquently put it: Roommates AU where Alex has insomnia and slips into Henry’s bed every night because it’s the only way he gets a good night’s sleep.

How to say 'no' to Alex Claremont Diaz (is a book Henry definitely could not write) by TwinMoonSun842. T, 10k. What do you do when you are very gay and your best friend/roommate/secret crush Alex Claremont Diaz asks you to help him out by letting him put a few hickeys on your neck? What happens when you like that a little too much? How do you go back to denying that you're pining for him when know what his lips feel like on your skin?

These are questions Henry would very much like the answer to.

take me out, and take me home by weather_stained. T, 11k. They’ve only been living together for two months, since Alex moved to the city for law school. Henry's Brooklyn apartment was a short commute to NYU, and the price was unbeatable, so he agreed to move in without even meeting the man in person. He was nervous, at first, to share close quarters with a stranger, but it’s worked out shockingly well; Henry is kind and considerate, and they mostly leave each other alone.

He’s also quite obviously gorgeous, and Alex doesn’t know why there isn’t a string of men coming and going from Henry’s room at all times, or perhaps one steady man. Inexplicably, Henry seems to have been single since Alex moved in in August.

AKA:

5 times Alex doesn't realize Henry's in love with him, and 1 time he gets a clue.

Lay Me Down in Sheets of Linen by He_is_half_my_soul. E, 14k. Alex may hate Henry's guts but when he gets thrown out of his apartment in the middle of fucking winter and with no warning at all he offers to room with him until he finds another place to stay. He is not a total monster.

Pour Your (He)art Out by @athousandrooms. E, 17k. Sometimes, after particularly rough nights, Henry will switch his first Earl Grey of the day for a latte. Alex learns this a month into knowing him. That’s not the only shock of the discovery, though.

“Oh my god, how are you real? Who does casual latte art for themselves on a weekday? Before you had coffee?”

Apparently Henry used to be a barista. Alex pokes at him, tells him it looks easy.

Henry raises his eyebrows, mouth curved at the corners like it’s guarding a looming laugh. “Would you like to try?”

A challenge. Alex loves those.

Or, five times Alex makes questionable latte art for Henry, and one time they make it right together.

just a figure of speech by @congee4lunch. E, 17k. henry, an omega, hasn’t had good sex in a long time. as his alpha roommate and friend, alex can help with that. in a totally platonic bro way, of course.

Five-Drink Henry by @whimsymanaged. E, 18k. Henry’s mouth opens then closes. He can feel a flush creeping over his cheeks, but he does his best to ignore it and hopes Alex will too. “Oh. Hello. Sorry, I’m—hi. Thanks for inviting me.”

Alex’s smile only grows, and he steps back to let Henry in. “You’re the first one here. Lucky me. Come on, I’m getting some margaritas going.”

Or, Henry’s new neighbour is a party-throwing, margarita-making menace, and Henry’s helpless against his charms.

What If (We Were Roommates) by Krissielee. M, 35k. "HOUSE/PET SITTER WANTED"

Alex never expected this when he replied to that ad.

(Alternative summary: Oh my GOD they were roommates)

Speak for Yourself by @welcometololaland. E, 106k. Alex could have walked out of the Williamsburg apartment at any time. Instead, he decides to sign up to twelve months of Henry.

Alex makes a rash decision and Henry inexplicably runs with it.

(The "accidental housemates" AU that literally no-one asked for).

(Art by @stardisnight - chapters 7 and 12)

I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!

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#firstprince #rwrb fic recs #rwrb #alex x henry #red white & royal blue

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atierrorian · 1 year

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Hello! May I request Sebek, Leona, Ace, Vil and Jamil (the tsundere boys) receiving a box of homemade assorted sweets for Valentine's Day?

Of course! (By the way I am so sorry for not doing this during Valentines day, I just got really busy and I had no motivations what so ever!)

And as usual, ooc

And I made it a headcannon, I hope you don't mind!

•Ah, the ever famous Valentines Day where you spend the day and possibly confess to your loved ones or crush or etc and give them treats to show you how much you love them!

•All I'm saying is, his reaction is just a bumbling mess, It's really funny, trust me.

•Now listen, he didn't expect for you to give him a homemade sweets for Valentines Day.

•Now Sebek will go into a blushing mess like you know those tsunderes does but will accept it and eat it somewhere else while smiling real hard as Lilia teases him, Silver sleeping again, and Malleus nowhere to be seen.

•Sebek will eat it in order and sometime later you will also receive a treat from him!

•Sebek loves your treats and will hope for you to give him more.

•Now Sebek will at first deny that he loves your homemade sweets, but his face and stuttering voice will give him away.

•All in all, Sebek loves your homemade sweets and wishes for more in the future!

•Real smug, smirking and all and not to mention, tail swinging side to side.

•Now listen, Leona also didn't expect this, but he also ain't complaining if it's coming from you.

•His tail swinging side to side as you hand him your homemade sweets and he slightly teases you but also accepts it.

•Now do not worry! He will also get you something, after he is done eating the sweets you gave him.

•Leona will still have a faint blush, and you might also get a small smile from him~

•Now Leona WILL spoil you rotten to smithereens!! You hear me? Spoil you!

•And Leona will cuddle you (Or use you as a pillow, like usual) and holding you in his embrace tightly and have a smile on his face! and his tail swinging side to side at the edge of the bed.

•Overall he is honestly a big cat but loves you to bits and loves the sweets you made for him! So thank you for that!

•Smug as hell.

•We all know Ace can be quite the asshole, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care, but all I'm saying is that he will tease the hell out of you!

•Like, you would not have a peaceful moment without him teasing the hell out of you.

•But don't worry! He still does get something from you! (Maybe asking Trey to help him make tarts for you)

•And Ace will cherish the homemade sweets you made! Like damn, he didn't know you could bake real good!

•He most likely would gloat about the fact that YOU made sweets for him! And I'm just saying that you just made his ego even bigger than before.

•So now overall, Ace can be an asshole and smug as hell, but he does love the things you do for him! And that also includes the sweets~

•He is really touched by this.

•Listen, the one time he will allow himself to eat sweets, because, well, It's from you! So he'll let it slide this time!

•He will also eat it in order and smile! This is really good! Not too much sugar to the point it might ruin some of his diet and not too bland!

•Vil will thank you and get you something as well! He will spoil you too for Valentines Day, so you better be prepared!

•Vil will also blush but still keeps his composure and pat you on the head while saying I love you!

•He is definitely gonna give you some sweets too and flowers and etc, whatever you like for Valentines Day!

•Of course Vil still has to watch out for his diet but it's perfect so he doesn't have to worry too much about it and happily eats it, while sharing some with you!

•And overall, he loves the homemade sweets you made for him and is just honestly really touched.

•Real surprised! And smug~

•Anyways, so all I'm saying is that he will be really surprised and very smug and happy about this!

•And he must say, you are really good at making homemade sweets! It's so delicious!! You should sometimes help him in the kitchen yk!

•Besides that, Jamil will be happy and will also make something for you this Valentines Day!

•Jamil will be flustered! It's a cute sight to see!

•Jamil would most likely offer you to come and bake with him as a bonding experience for the both of you together!!

•And he would be smug too because of the fact you gave him homemade sweets too! Not to mention, it's really delicious!

•So like, overall, Jamil will love your homemade sweets and is just really happy!

Phew! And I am now finish! I am so sorry for not posting this during Valentines Day! But I hope I can make it up with this fanfic! But I do hope you guys enjoyed this so!

By the way, It's pretty obvious I got uh, lazy.

#atier's works✎#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst scenario #twisted wonderland scenario #Sebek zigvolt x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #Ace Trappola x reader #Vil Schoenheit x reader #Jamil Viper x reader

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moa-broke-me · 7 months

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@yonemurishiroku so I'm pretty sure there was this post you made a few months ago asking for ideas on what to write, I responded with something like "Nico helps Percy escape an abusive situation that he's to scared to tell his mom about because he doesn't want her to be disappointed in him (even though she'd never react that way irl), anyway, found a post that goes with it so I wrote it myself, here!

(prologue by @imaginejercy, tw for rape)

Percy thought Jason was better than his father.

He dared to hope that the son of Jupiter would accept the refusal and accept it, find himself another girl or boyfriend.

But...

the hands on his wrists were firm and confident, someone else's knee rested between his forcibly spread legs, electric blue eyes shone with cold-blooded confidence.

— Hush, Perce, — soft lips gently touched his neck, goosebumps ran over his skin, — I will be gentle and affectionate, you will enjoy it if you don't resist and scream.

a few hours later, Percy is left lying on the floor with pain throbbing all over his body, painted skin and dried blood on his thighs.

Jason even kissed him and covered with his toga.

clutching the purple cloth to his chest, Percy burst into tears.

truly the son of his father.

Percy never should've asked Jason to be his roommate.

It was months ago that this happened. Percy had just gotten dumped and started to date Jason, more out of desperation to be loved again than out of genuine attraction, though that was there too.

Percy quickly saw a side to Jason that he didn't like seeing. One that set alarm bells off.

He tried to get away- he tried.

And then...

So now, he had to deal with not just a breakup, but all of this trauma, both new and old.

This morning, his rapist was cooking eggs, and he was staring out the window, totally blank. He couldn't go to class today, he just couldn't. But he'd been feeling that way ever since that night, and he couldn't just drop out. So he pushed himself through.

He decided to go out through the other door, the one that didn't require him to pass by Jason in the kitchen, and potentially have to hear his voice. He sounded so nice, and Percy hated it. Ever since that incident, he's just acted perfectly normal, acted like it never even happened. It convinced Percy even further that nobody would believe him if he said anything. Because how could Jason, sweet, polite, lovable Jason... New Rome's former Praetor... The boy who took down Othrys...

Rape someone?

Especially someone as uncontrollable as Percy?

He was starting to wonder if he'd made it up himself. It was so...

Out of the blue.

And that's how he felt. Out of blue, out of the thing that makes him himself.

Empty.

Empty, like the printer Jason had thrown at him just a few days prior to the incident.

He can still remember his words. "I've told you over and over and over again, and you still haven't gone to get more ink, you fucking idiot! Do you want both of us to fail!? Just flunk out and work at a drive-through for the rest of our lives, is that what you fucking want!?"

He missed, but the printer hit the TV, and Jason got angry about that too.

That was when he decided they were breaking up.

So, maybe the assault wasn't as surprising as he thought.

Percy was walking aimlessly around campus, oblivious to everything around him, when suddenly he felt his body collide with the sidewalk, and saw his vision go black.

When he came to, everything still sounded like it was underwater, but he could see Nico standing above him. He was on his back, a position that still hurt sometimes thanks to that brutal, tear-filled night.

"Percy?" Nico asked. "You... You fainted, are you alright?"

Percy wanted to just say yes, get up, and move on. He really did. But he was so worn down, every night he had nightmares, about Tartarus, about Jason, about Gabe... He got maybe an hour and a half tonight, and that was lucky. And eating wasn't any better, he sometimes went two or three days without eating anything and not even notice, because he was so disconnected from his body. And Jason is the only one who knows how to cook, so when Percy does eat, it's usually just a bag of chips or something, because there's no way in hell he's eating anything Jason made. When was the last time he even showered?

Nico put his hand on Percy's wrist, now thin, with bones jutting out, from months of this routine. "... Are you ok?" He asked again, softer this time.

And Percy burst into tears.

(I'll probably do a part two lol)

#percico #pjo #tw rape

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 7 months

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A Dead Man & his Raven

chapter 3.

Note: happy spooky season! this fic is inspired by The Crow, Sihtric being based on Eric Draven. Direct follow up to Chapter 2. Several quotes from the movie and comic are used in the following chapters, they are marked bold, as they are not my own. The poem near the end is my own.

Warning for entire series: 18+! angst/fluff. this story deals with death, losing a loved one, depression, suicidal thoughts/attempts (no details), murder (described), violence. There is also a lot of fluff, but you have been warned.

Warnings for this chapter: angst/fluff. mention of death and detailed violence.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric started what he came back for, while flashbacks of your lives together kept haunting you both.

wordcount: 3,2k

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'I'm falling in love with you.'

'Hello?' Sihtric's voice sounded while you heard faint rock music in the background.

'Sihtric, hey, eh… it's me,' you chuckled shyly as you held your phone to your ear.

'That means you got my flowers,' Sihtric said, and you could hear him smile, 'did you like the roses?'

'They are beautiful. Truly, thank you,' you said, 'you're so sweet.'

'Oh, yeah, you know,' Sihtric mumbled, and he was glad you couldn't see his flushed cheeks right now. He cleared his throat. 'So, uhm, do you want to come over tonight?'

'To your place?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said, 'I promise it's not that much of a mess anymore. It's safe to come over now.'

'Well, I guess then I have to come over.'

'I guess so,' Sihtric chuckled, 'how about I make you dinner? And then if you're not sick of me yet afterwards, we can figure out something else to do.'

'I don't think I could get sick of you,' you said, barely louder than a whisper, with cheeks that already hurt from smiling.

After death.

Sihtric had his arms around you as you slept, your back pressed against his chest, and his face buried in your neck. He had kissed you endlessly until you fell asleep, in bed, under the roof window on which the rain still poured down. And even when you were sleeping, Sihtric kept pressing his lips onto your skin in between his soft whispers, words of which you would never know he had spoken.

'My love,' he whispered, 'my angel, I love you so,' he squeezed you carefully in his arms, 'only the gods know how much I love you. Only the gods know how much I'm hurting without you. Dying is not the worst thing that could happen to someone. The worst part comes after, when you're all alone.'

He brushed his lips lightly over your neck and inhaled your scent deeply.

'Only the gods know how much I miss you,' Sihtric whispered, 'how much I miss your smile. That beautiful smile of yours that you hate so much. The smile that always warmed my soul and set a fire inside me.'

He softly traced his fingertips over your cheek.

'I miss your lips,' Sihtric hummed softly when he recalled the taste and feeling of your kiss, 'I miss the feeling of your lips softly kissing my bruises, after I once again fell on the streets with my skateboard, because the roads were too slippery. You always told me to not skateboard in the rain,' he chuckled quietly, 'but I still did. Knowing it was a hazard, and knowing that if I'd gain a bruise or two, you'd always kiss me better. Sometimes I even fell on purpose,' he had to hold back a mischievous chuckle, then he hummed again and kissed your jaw, 'the feeling of your lips on my skin was worth every bruise I ever got. And I miss your never ending kisses after we made love. Gods,' he sighed and closed his eyes, his fingertips moving down your bare body, to your thighs, 'how I miss making love to you, my angel. I miss being so close to you,' he swallowed hard, 'nothing could ever compare to that pure bliss of being intimate with you. I miss your love. I miss your laugh, your hugs, your kisses, your tears of joy, your warmth. Fuck, baby,' he sighed and whined softly, 'I just miss you and every little thing about you, and it is unbearable.'

He laced his fingers carefully with yours, feeling the engagement ring you still wore around your finger. Sihtric wept in silence, dragging his trembling lips over your skin as you slept peacefully in his arms, unaware of how he was being torn apart in the darkness of dawn.

'We were supposed to celebrate our first wedding anniversary today,' he whispered, his soft voice trembling as he sniffled, 'we were supposed to go out, get drunk and have fun. And afterwards, back home again, we were supposed to make love. And it would have been messy and sloppy, but so fucking hot,' he inhaled sharply, 'the way it always was when we had one too many to drink.' He sighed softly. 'But instead of hearing my name spill from your lips,' he whispered, then exhaled sharply, 'I'll be spilling the blood of those who took that all away from me.'

And then, in the early morning while you slept, a raven appeared at the window. Sihtric carefully moved out of the bed, making sure you didn't wake up, and he went downstairs. Since he was a dead man, he knew he had to cover his face if he'd go out and haunt the streets to stalk his prey. His fingers traced over the black and white painted mask that hung onto the corner of a mirror, one of the several masks he once bought and had often used to scare you with, by hiding his face behind it and sneaking up on you. Sihtric stared at the mask for a long moment.

Too impractical, he thought.

But when his eyes landed on a few of your make-up brushes and a box of face paint, which were on the table underneath the mirror, he felt his sick grin tug at his lips again, having found the solution.

It's Halloween afterall.

The second date.

'So what will you be making?' you smiled as you followed Sihtric into his kitchen, after having found his small apartment, hidden in the city centre.

You quickly glanced around his place, seeing a bunch of black and white polaroids pinned up on a board, many of them seemed to be of his bandmates. You still couldn't believe someone like Sihtric was so sweet that he had shipped you flowers, while you completely expected him to disappear once you had slept with him the night before.

'Pasta,' Sihtric said, 'I'll be making pasta. I know it's not original-'

He stopped talking after he opened a cupboard, staring inside.

'It's not original, but?' you asked.

'Fuck,' he groaned.

'What is it? I like pasta, don't worry-'

'No, no,' he said, 'I… I'm out of pasta.'

'Oh.'

Sihtric groaned again and closed the cupboard.

'I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not always this much of an idiot,' he buried his face in his hands, 'I've just been in such a rush today, and then when you called me I was all… I became all nervous and thought it was a good idea to invite you over, but I can't even think straight when I talk to you and… ah, fuck,' he hissed, raking his fingers through his hair, 'and I overshare.'

You stared at Sihtric, whose cheeks were all rosy by now and you laughed behind your hands.

'You must think I'm the dumbest guy ever,' he chuckled.

'No,' you smiled, 'I think you're the sweetest guy ever. Perhaps… we could order pizza?' you suggested, to which Sihtric smiled and nodded.

About an hour later you were both greedily eating your pizzas. You both kept complaining how hot the food was, while neither of you slowed down, and so repeatedly burned your lips and the inside of your mouths, continuing the endless cursing and complaining as you laughed at each other.

'So,' you said with your mouth full, 'what time do you want me to leave?'

'Leave?' Sihtric furrowed his brow as a string of cheese hung between his lips and the pizza slice in his hands, 'I don't want you to leave tonight.'

You stared at Sihtric as he awkwardly tried to eat the continuously longer getting cheese string, until it snapped loose from the pizza and stuck to his chin. And when he met your eyes, he froze.

'Fuck,' he sighed, 'sorry, did that sound creepy? I didn't mean to come off creepy-'

You chuckled as he began to ramble again.

'You're so adorable,' you smiled, and you saw his worry fade away.

'Only when I embarrass myself, I suppose,' Sihtric mumbled.

And so, hours later when midnight neared, you still sat on his couch, with his arms wrapped around you. The tv made for soft background noise while Sihtric slowly left soft kisses on your neck, before he finally kissed your lips. And you both couldn't recall how long you kissed for that evening, on his couch, and the kiss was only broken to give both your nearly bruised lips some time to heal.

'Can I take a picture of you?' Sihtric whispered.

'A picture?' you smiled, 'what kind of picture?'

'Another hobby of mine,' Sihtric chuckled, 'I have an old polaroid camera, takes black and white photos. I'd like to have a photo of you I can keep, so I can always look at you when you're not around.'

You giggled shyly and agreed, but only if he would let you take one of him that you got to keep, which he agreed too as well.

'Come with me,' he smiled and took your hand, leading you into his bedroom.

Sihtric took his camera and, after you sat down on his bed, he gently pushed you to lay back. He moved to sit on top of you and he leaned in to kiss you, ever so slowly once again, making you feel desperate with need for more of him. Then, just before you got lost in each other again, Sihtric sat back up while you still had your eyes closed, catching your breath.

'Angel,' Sihtric whispered as he brought his camera up to his face, 'I'm falling in love with you.'

And upon hearing those words you opened your eyes, and Sihtric then captured your big eyes, accompanied by your shy smile, which would always remain to be his favourite photo he ever took of you. Because right after he snapped it, you told him you were falling in love with him too.

Sihtric Kjartansson sends his regards.

When it was still dark outside in the early morning, Sihtric pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. He traced his fingertips over the first picture he took of you, which hung inside the closet where you kept his clothes after he had died. A pained smile appeared as he recalled the memory. He had fallen in love with you, fast, and that evening when you first came over to his place, he knew he was going to marry you. And yet he never did. Sihtric took the photo and carefully tucked it inside the inner pocket of his long, leather jacket.

Dressed in all black, the same clothes he wore the night he was murdered, he snuck out of the loft, onto the dark and quiet streets, moving like a ghost in the shadows of the city.

It can't rain all the time, he thought as the pouring rain still fell down, and yet it seems like it always does.

He looked up towards the sky, closed his eyes and spread his arms, as if welcoming the cold, hard rain onto his face. And when the raven flew over, guiding him to his first victim, Sihtric laughed. A maniacal laugh, and it echoed through the quiet street.

'What's so hilarious?' a guy asked, looking Sihtric up and down as he closed in.

Sihtric turned to face the man, who he remembered all too well. Bloodhair. This guy had been on the receiving end of Sihtric's dagger before he got shot. And when Bloodhair saw Sihtric's face, he stopped walking.

'The fuck are you dressed up as?' he asked, seeing Sihtric's black and white painted face, then he scoffed, 'starting Halloween early in the morning already? Fucking freak.'

Sihtric didn't speak, instead, he smiled at him for an awkward amount of time.

'I asked you something!' Bloodhair snarled, 'the fuck are you dressed up as?'

'Oh, me?' Sihtric feigned surprise as he looked around, 'you want to know what I'm dressed up as?'

'Who else, you fucking clown!'

'Can't you tell?' Sihtric frowned, 'is it not obvious? Is my face paint too much to make out what I am supposed to be? Who I am supposed to be?'

'The fuck are you rambling about?' Bloodhair growled.

'I,' Sihtric said as he took a step closer, 'am the last thing you will ever see.'

And before Bloodhair could react, Sihtric threw his dagger, which landed right in the same spot where Sihtric had stabbed him last year. Bloodhair let out a pathetic pained groan as he fell back, into a large puddle of water, which blended nicely with his blood. Sihtric stalked towards the crying man who struggled to get up, and he pushed him back down into the puddle with his leather boot, then he crouched down and pulled his dagger out of Bloodhair's shoulder. Which earned him another pathetic scream.

'Do you remember me now?' Sihtric asked, staring intensely into the man's eyes.

'N-no,' he stammered, 'please, let me go. I… I have a family.'

'You have a family? Awh,' Sihtric pouted, then clicked his tongue, 'you know, I really wanted a family of my own too someday.'

'W-well, it's… it's never t-too late,' Bloodhair said and tried to smile.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, then grinned, 'I have a message you need to deliver to your friends.'

'W-what m…message?'

'Tell them,' Sihtric leaned in, 'Death comes for them.'

'What?' Bloodhair yelled, panicked.

'Tell them Death is coming for them tonight, and you have seen him. Tell them… Death was the last thing you ever saw. Tell them,' Sihtric paused, holding the dagger up to the man's terrified face, 'tell them Sihtric Kjartansson sends his regards.'

'Sihtric Kjartansson?' Bloodhair asked, confused and out of breath, 'no, man. No, Sihtric, he… he died! Last year!'

'I did,' Sihtric whispered.

And then, without another word, Sihtric shoved his dagger into the Bloodhair's eye. Wriggling, slicing and digging around in the eye socket as Bloodhair screamed out in agony. And Sihtric continued until he held both eyeballs in his pale, blooded hands.

'I'll be seeing you around,' Sihtric chuckled as he placed the eyes in the Bloodhair's hand, who then passed out.

You woke up about an hour after Sihtric had left, and you had a deja vu. You felt a sadness crawl into you as you realised your bed was empty, apart from you, but then you heard the bathroom door downstairs open and close. Sihtric walked up the stairs, shirtless, dressed in just his leather jeans, and he climbed in bed with you. He took your face and kissed you desperately, eagerly and passionately.

'Where have you been?' you whispered once your lips felt swollen.

'I just needed some air, my love,' Sihtric lied, to protect you, 'needed to clear my head.'

'Are you okay?' you asked, tucking a wet strand of his long hair behind his ear.

'I couldn't be better,' he kissed your lips softly, 'I love you.'

'I love you too,' you giggled, and Sihtric flipped you over on your back.

And as if he had never left you, as if you hadn't slept alone for a whole year, you made love with Sihtric for hours, as if he was still alive. And afterwards, when you had cried in each other's arms, you told him you had to get up and get dressed, as you had to get some groceries.

'I can't go with you,' Sihtric whispered as he held your hand.

'I know,' you smiled and cupped his cheeks as you stood next to the bed Sihtric sat upon, 'how could I ever explain you next to me on the street?' you chuckled softly, 'I will be back soon.'

'Promise?'

'I promise.'

You kissed his lips and closed the door behind you, and Sihtric stared up at the roof window, on which rain still trickled down. The sun had risen by now, yet he would never see her again. Instead, trapped in his own darkness, he went through a few drawers and found his notebook with a few pencils, and he sat down on the floor, writing down the words that spiralled inside his head.

When the veil is thin and the october air is cold as my bones listen, my angel as the wind cries for it carries my whispers

My love come and look for me in the depths of the earth and wake me from my lifeless sleep from this endless nightmare without you

Ever since I left you have only been half alive let me take your breath away once more and join me here where time has got nothing on us for everyone second together is an everlasting memory we can take to our grave where we will be together again in eternity

And my heart oh, how we once swore many moons ago what's mine if yours listen, my angel for I can't hear anything or feel anything inside your chest anymore

Listen, my angel as the wind howls let my haunting whispers guide you back to me to the depths of the earth and when you join me close my casket once more for this time will be the last time

Come take my hand, my angel fall with me, I will protect you for I will wrap my burning wings around you

'Hey!' someone yelled, and you looked over your shoulder.

'Finan?' you frowned while you shoved your groceries in the trunk of your car.

Finan was the cop who had investigated Sihtric's murder, and he always kept an eye out for you ever since. Whenever he saw you, he'd always ask how you were doing or if you needed anything. You appreciated Finan, but never allowed him to get close, despite knowing he was married and never had any other intentions other than being genuinely concerned about you after having lost your fiancé. Finan was the one who told you a few days after Sihtric got shot in the head, that the guy who fired the gun was called Cnut. Cnut and his friends, Bloodhair, Skorpa and Haesten, were part of a biker gang that terrorised the town for years. And on last year's Devil's night, they had been pestering the streets. Robbing innocent bypassers so they could score some drugs, which explained why they weren't on their bikes that night, as they had been high and drunk since noon already.

'You okay?' you smiled at the cop, 'you look a little pale.'

'Yeah, eh,' Finan chuckled nervously, 'listen, I, ehh… I have some… weird… weird news.'

'Oh?' you leaned against your car as you studied the pained look on Finan's face.

'I know this time of year is really hard for you, and I mean no disrespect, but I… I have to ask if you know anything about this.'

'About what?'

'This morning,' Finan said, cautiously, 'we… we found Bloodhair.'

You felt your stomach turn at the name of the man who had grabbed your fiancé last year, and you remembered how Sihtric had stabbed him while Skorpa had pulled you away from Sihtric.

'B-bloodhair?' you swallowed hard, 'is he… dead?'

'No,' Finan said, 'he, eh, he… he… we found him with his eyes cut out. A huge raven sat on his chest, pecking at his empty sockets. His… his eyes were placed in his hands,' Finan continued, 'he's still alive. When we asked what happened,' Finan paused and looked at you, as you were deprived of colour by now, 'he said that… he said that Death came for him and his friends. He said… God,' Finan groaned, 'Bloodhair said the man who claimed he was Death had a message. He said that… that Sihtric Kjartansson sends his regards. I know this is the worst time, and I- I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Do you know anything about this?'

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welcomingdisaster · 8 months

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not-6-sentence not-sunday

yesterday I got tagged by @sallysavestheday for 6 sentence tuesday! i'm going to cheat a little bit (a lot?) and post a whole scene, because i like the way it flows and i don't know when/if i'll actually finish/publish the fic.

here's something from a gil-galad character study!

The brothers lay stretched across the little laying-couch, their sides pressed against each other. Elrond, stuck between Elros and the back of the couch, was reading; Elros carved out of wood the figure out an elf upon a great-horse. Though little cuttings of wood fell down on his book and Elros’s shoulder blocked the light Elrond found he much preferred the closeness to the cold solitude of the sitting-chairs across the room, where their guardian and his brother warmed their feet by the fire.

“Who do you carve?” he asked, raising a finger to trace the curved nose of the stallion.

“A king,” Elros said, “a very fine king.”

Elrond waited for an elaboration, but it did not come. “Which one?”

“Finw��,” Elros said, “or maybe Fëanor or Fingolfin.” Grand names; the things of legend, told to them by the servants of Maglor and very rarely by Maglor himself. “Except mine is alive.”

Elrond watched his brother’s fine amber-brown hands on the wood, whittling away now the shape of the king’s head. He gave him a high nose and a proudly raised chin, though the neck was perhaps a little too long and oddly arched, giving the king some faint resemblance to an alpaca.

“Gil-galad,” he suggested, “he’s alive.”

A risk. He knew very little of that king, except he lived and ruled; his name was spoken often but with little substance, except for the tense whispers the Feanorians exchanged now and then in the night, when they thought the twins slept. The armies of Gil-galad, sometimes, or Gil-galad moves west.

Almost as soon as he had spoken the name he knew he spoke in error, for Maedhros rose very suddenly from his seat by the fire.

Elrond was not afraid of Maedhros, not truly, not anymore. He saw him little, and spoke to him less, but in the three years they had spent with Maglor his brother had not hurt them, and he would not hurt them now. But still he sat up quickly, and fixed his collar and his braids, tried to look presentable, for interaction with Maedhros always felt stiff and oddly-formal. Beside him Elros did the same, setting down his knife but holding fast to the little carved elf.

“Speak not,” Maedhros said, “of that pretender king. He deserves no such honor.”

“Oh,” Elrond said, biting back his automatic why not, “someone else, then.”

“Finwë,” Elros repeated, “or Fingolfin.”

“Very well.” Maedhros nodded, satisfied, and brushed past them into sitting room. Elrond could hear him opening up the windows. Maybe he wished to smoke.

“Why not?” Elrond asked, turning to Maglor, who was still by the fireplace, sipping idly at a little glass of amber liquid. He had watched them, but apparently seen no reason to intervene.

Maglor did not answer them for a long enough time that Elrond thought maybe he would not. When he spoke, his low musical voice was quiet, his words carefully selected.

“Gil-galad claims ownership of something my brother thinks he ought not have,” he said, “something my brother had once had stewardship over, and given to a dear friend. Gil-galad took it on a falsehood, and spoke besides an untruth about that friend and his kin; Maedhros cannot forgive him that.”

“Oh,” Elros said, looking down at the little statue of the king, “was it a sword?”

Maedhros had a great many swords, though he only really used two. Maglor called the rest window-dressing.

“No,” Maglor said, “it was not a sword.”

Elrond was better than his brother at riddles, but he kept his tongue. His thought was too bright, too exciting to be shared, for he did not want Maglor to prove it wrong.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | Brian Wilcox x Gn! Reader

description: a fic very loosely! based on im not okay by my chemical romance in which, reader often seeks out their best friend brian's help regarding their failing relationship with their boyfriend, but never seems to listen. and brian gets frustrated that reader won't break up with their boyfriend for more reasons than just them not being treated right.

content: lots of angsty teen stuff. vague reference to leaked intimate photos. best friends to "enemies" (using that word loosely) to lovers, angst, cheating, comfort, first kiss, fluff!!! (happy ending)

word count: 3285

"I just don't understand why you have such an interest in us breaking up!" You snapped, staring at your best friend's expressionless face as he sits on the edge of your bed. Suddenly, that changed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he grimaced, shaking his head.

"Why?" He retorted with equal force to you, throwing up his arms in disbeleif, "Because he fucking treats you like shit!"

"Not like shit, Brian. You're being overdramatic." You cross your arms over your chest defensively.

"Like SHIT y/n, I'm not having this argument with you again." He runs a hand through his greasy black hair, the strands lifting up from their spot thrown over his forehead as they fall through his fingers. "You know y/n, you claim to have all these fucking problems, but you don't, everything wrong in your life would just be solved if you broke up with him, and I keep telling you this, and you never fucking listen, I have no advice left to give you, I'm sick of hearing about this, I'm worn out." He rants.

"Brian!" You scold in a weak, faint voice, tears welling up in your eyes. "Well, who's the one treating me like shit now?" You huff.

"Don't start with that," He gestures his pointer finger at you, shaking it up and down. "You told me you wanted my honest opinion, I'm being honest, it's not my fault you don't want to hear it."

"Well you tell me he treats me like shit but never tell me why all you say is to break up with him. I feel stuck, like I have no other options."

"Don't tell you why?- Because you do that for me. Every. Single. TIme you bitch to me." Brian sighs, frustration deep within his heavy breaths. "Come on y/n, don't be stupid, everyone's seen those pictures he took of you."

Your throat goes dry and you swallow viciously while sucking in a hard breath through your nose. Your face contorts with discontent, and your jaw clenches. For a moment you're suddenly transported back to the most humiliating weeks of your life. You can still feel the stares of your judgemental classmates burning into your body, with knowing eyes, aware of parts of you that they shouldn't have been. You can hear their whispers and giggles swarm around your head.

"That was fucking low, Brian." A tear rolls down your face which you quickly wipe away using the entire back of your hand. You shake your head, knitting your brows, "It was an accident-" You choke.

"You and I both know that's not true." Brain mutters.

"Why are you being so cruel." Your voice begins to crack as you can feel a sob coming on. Brian's reaction isn't exactly what you expected, most times you ranted about your boyfriend Brian was usually there to give you a hug, and to comfort you. Sure, he'd usually tell you to break up with your boyfriend, (in less friendly terms than that), but still, he'd at least always offer some sort of positivity.

Brian takes a deep inhale, "Because," then he exhales, "You wear me out."

"Do I?" You sneer, unsure of whether to be more sad or angry.

"Look, I don't mean to like make you upset, or let you down, or whatever," He speaks rapidly, shaking his head and screwing his eyes shut tight. "But I think it's better off you if you just hear the truth."

"But Brian," You sigh, "I can tell you're not telling the whole truth."

"That's on you." He crosses his arms, "I'm not arguing anymore, I have my own shit to worry about, I can't keep dealing with your problems. Try taking a good hard look at yourself sometime, and maybe you'll actually understand where I'm coming from."

You don't respond, only staring at Brian through misty eyes. As your breath falters, trying your best to hold back a full-on sob, you try took look for some semblance of warmth from Brian, just an ounce of comfort. Despite how upsetting Brian's words were, you knew that just the smallest amount of consolation would make you feel better, even if he just gave you a loose hug, that always worked, that always made you feel better, why couldn't he just do that?

"I gotta go," he huffs, "See you around."

You can't bear to look at him as he gets off his spot on your bed. You continue to say silent, your arms crossed around your chest, looking down at your legs. You can hear the sound of his footsteps walking out of the room, and the door closing on his way out, the shutting sound signaling you were now alone was an immediate trigger for the tears to come falling down your cheeks.

That's just it. You were alone.

The one person in your life that you could count on to make you feel better in times of need just walked right out the door without an ounce of hesitation. What were you to do now? Cry to your boyfriend about it? That would go over well. 'Hey babe, I really need someone right now, my best friend just stormed out of my room because he got frustrated about me always complaining about you.'

You sighed, throwing your head back on your pillow, your tears now running sideways down your face. The worst part is, you knew Brian was right. You had to break up with your boyfriend, and that would solve all of your problems. The two of you weren't in love, you weren't even sure that you had ever been. But with no boyfriend, how could you possibly deny your actual feelings for-

"Y/N! DINNER!" You heard your mother scream from the kitchen, cutting your thoughts off completely. Shit, you quickly wipe away the tears from your eyes, not in the mood to be questioned on why you were crying over dinner. You take a few deep breaths in and out, preparing yourself to act at least somewhat normal before heading out to eat dinner.

You walked into the kitchen and your mom greeted you with a confused look on her face,

"I thought Brian was staying for dinner."

It had been a few days since your argument with Brian, and you hadn't talked to him since. Truth be told, you weren't doing well, not at all. The last few days had been full of nothing but tension and tears for you. Every time he'd pass you by in the hallway you were ignored, he wouldn't even spare you a glance. He'd usually avert his eyes and turn to talking to Amber, or one of his other friends.

It hurt Like, really fucking hurt.

You couldn't stand the feeling it gave you every time he passed you by, the way your heart dropped, and your stomach flipped. You couldn't count the times you felt yourself nearly throw up in the last couple of days alone.

Not having Brian around was far worse than any heartbreak you ever experienced. It had only been a couple of days, and it wasn't like he loathed you or anything, but you'd almost felt like a part of you was missing without him around. It felt stupid to say, he was just some greasy teenager, but you never really realized how complete he made you feel.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed happier than ever. Glad you finally ditched that "loser" Brian. He'd never really enjoyed having Brian around, and you usually had to fight to try to let him hang out with you whenever your boyfriend was around.

You sighed, placing your head in your hand as your arm rested on your desk. Your last period teacher was ranting and raving about something, you couldn't have been less interested. You picked up your heavy head and raised your arm way up.

"Yes y/n?" The teacher shot a look your way.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" You ask, desperate to get out of class.

"I'm in the middle of a lecture-"

"Okay, but I have to go to the bathroom."

"Fine. Go." She responded reluctantly before getting back onto her tangent.

You're relieved the teacher did not put up much of a fight, and begin to slip out of the classroom, into the dismal halls of the school building. You had no real destination, you didn't actually have to use the bathroom, only the desire to roam around aimlessly to try and clear your head. The poorly-lit, decaying classrooms filled with far too many people you didn't like tended to get pretty stuffy really quickly.

You tried to think of nothing else other than the sound of your footsteps as your beat-up old vans hit the dirty tile floor with every step you took. You let the quiet thudding sound sort of put you into a trance until you heard a voice around the corner.

"Oh forget them," You heard an all-too-familiar voice say, "They'll never know." It was your boyfriend. You stopped dead in your tracks, not really wanting to be seen by him and have any sort of interaction, but you were also very intrigued as to what he was talking about. You inched closer against the wall he was on the other side of, just around the bend. You were meer feet away but he had know knowledge of your presence.

"Are you sure?" You heard another voice say, a girl this time, you recognized the voice as a friend of your boyfriend's that had hung out with the two of you from time to time.

"Positive, they'll probably be home crying tonight or something, too emotional to even realize or even care where I am."

You felt your muscles stiffen at the sound of his words, certainly, he wasn't talking about you, was he?

"Don't be a dick." The girl giggled.

"I'm not baby, it's just the truth, they're such a downer. I need some fun in my life."

Baby? You listened onwards, feeling your blood begin to- not boil, but simmer. You were nearly certain he was talking about you, and why was he calling her baby?

In a surprising move of bravery you peered around the corner, hoping to god the two of them didn't see you. As you peeked just your head down the hall you could see them standing a decent distance away, the girl with her back pressed against a locker, and your boyfriend hovering over her.

Some fucking nerve he had. Doing this in public? Not even having the decency to break up before going after someone else?

You couldn't even find it in you to be sad right now, you bit down on the inside of your cheeks, surpressing a cackle of utter disbelief at what you were witnessing.

"Okay," The girl smirked before catching her bottom lip in her teeth, "I'll see you at 8 then?"

"On the dot." Your boyfriend smirked back.

"See you then."

Your boyfriend leaned down from his spot standing over her, pressing a kiss onto the girl's cheek. If only he knew you were here to see this right now.

You quickly swung your head back from around the corner and began heading back the way you came, hoping that neither of them would also walk this way and run into you.

Your legs trembled under you as you walked, and you feared that they might give out any second now. Your breath shook and you could barely get a decent-sized breath in or out.

God, if you'd just listened to Brian and broken up with your boyfriend when he first told you to none of this would have ever happened, and you'd still have your best friend.

You walked right past your classroom, unable to functionally act like a human, right now there would have been no way that you could sit down for the remainder of class and not freak out. You swallowed hard, trying your best to repel a sob, or maybe a laugh, perhaps even somewhat of both. You had no clue how to react, what even was the proper emotion to witnessing your boyfriend cheating on you? Probably being sad. But you didn't feel sad, no, not in the miserable cry yourself to sleep sort of way. Not in the keep your head down low not talking to anyone sort of way. Instead, you felt like you had to jump out of your own skin. Nothing in your body felt right, everything was uncomfortable. You couldn't stay still, your jaw, your breath your hands, they all shook.

There was a bubbling in your throat, not of the painful lump that precedes a cry, but a burning, one that could only be soothed by screaming at the top of your lungs, a sensation that could only be quelled by a presentation of your flaming anger.

You postulated that perhaps you'd probably be sad later, once you experienced the comedown of all this disbelief and anger. And you dreaded that too, you didn't know which emotion you'd prefer, both seemed positively unbearable.

On your aimless journey down the hall, you passed a clock hung up on a depressingly beige wall, glancing up at it with nearly teary eyes you realized there were only five minutes left in the day. A slight relief. You blinked away the forming tears in your eyes and began your shaky journey back to the classroom to get your things.

"Thank you for deciding to come back." Said your teacher, giving you a disappointed glare as you walked in the room.

"There was a line." You grumbled, heading back to your seat at the back of the room.

Defeatedly, you threw yourself back into your seat and anxiously watched the clock. Time had never seemed to move so slow as it did now, each passing second hand teasing you, bringing you closer and closer to the end of the day. Even with the minute amount of time left that burning uncomfortableness inside of you made you want to just get up and run out right there.

Then finally, the shrill ringing of the dismissal bell. It's ear-shattering high pitched tone was absolute music to your ears right now as you nearly ran out the classroom door, and pushing passed the hoards of people in the hallway.

You'd never felt so claustrophobic in your life, the dozens of students lining the hall suffocated you as they prevented you from the sweet release of being out of the school building. You pushed, and pushed, and pushed, being an absolute nuisance to everyone you came in contact with, but right now you really did not care. Then finally- you stepped outside.

The contact with the fresh air was not the cathartic release you were hoping it to be. Rather, you stepped outside and realized you no longer had anything further to look forward to, nothing else that you thought perhaps could free you of this feeling. You ran a hand through your hair, tugging on the strands a little out of pure stress. Your eyes roamed the courtyard of the school, looking out on the sea of students leaving for the weekend.

Then- you spotted him, Brian, walking alone to his car. Fuck it. You needed to do something. Talk to someone. You began walking in that direction, your legs picking up at an unreasonably fast walking pace.

You made your way to Brian's old, beatup car, he hadn;t noticed your presence right outside his passenger window. You peaked in the dirty window, you could see him in the drivers seat, head down with various CD cases strewn upon his lap, his shaggy hair falling in his face.

You tapped on the window, feeling the sun-warmed glass under your knuckle. Slightly startled Brian looked up, his face turning to one of confusion, or maybe it was disgust as his eyes locked with yours. You were having none of it. You knocked again.

"Open the fucking door Brian." You barked through the glass. Shaking his head in perhaps confusion, he leaned over the console and pulled up the lock on the door. Before Brian could even sit back down completely you were tugging on the door handle, and flinging yourself into the passenger seat of Brian's car.

"What the hell, man?" He asks as you get in.

"Save it, Brian." You snap.

"What did I do?" He asks, throwing his arms up defensively. You turn over to the side and glare at him, "Point taken." He sighs sitting back in the driver's seat. "Whatever," He shakes his head, "What are you doing here?"

"I've sat in your car a million fucking times why are you questioning me now?" You're vaguely aware of your harshness towards Brian, but part of you feels like he maybe deserves it... just a little.

"God, rough day?" He asks unsympathetically,

"I'm okay." You look him dead in the eyes. Brian turns to look at you,

"This is okay to you? Aggressively throwing yourself into my car and snapping at me after not talking for four days?"

"I said I'm okay Brian." You insist, not really keen on telling him the whole cheating situation, nowhere near being in the mood for his 'I told you so's'

"Don't fucking tell me it's him again."

You sit up a little from where you're sat in the passenger seat, inching closer to Brian's face,

"Listen to me," You raise your eyebrows, trying to emphasize your words, "I'm telling you the truth, trust me, Brian, I'm okay- I mean it."

Brian sits up in his seat as well, bringing himself closer to you. His face is so close to yours, you're looking him deep in the eyes, trying your absolute hardest not to start crying to him.

"Look man, I know I said I'm sick of hearing your problems but you don't have to lie to m-" Suddenly he's cut off when you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck did I just do that? You thought. You pulled away quickly, that sick feeling entering your stomach again after realizing what you did. You could feel yourself on the verge of throwing up. Your eyes darted around the car quickly as Brian stared at you in disbelief, you felt compelled to run out of the car, to leave here, and never ever show your face in Cody ever again.

"Oh my god Brian I'm so sorry I don't know what I was thinki-" Suddenly you were the one being cut off this time, Brian's lips pushing against your own. A sense of relief washed over you with this kiss, his hand comes up and holds your cheek. Brian's kissing is sloppy and inexperienced, and you can't help but to notice the faint smell of french fries on his hoodie sleeve, but you don't mind at all.

It's a little overwhelming, actually, the way he's holding your face close to his, the way your lips work together, literally everything else that's been going on the last few days. You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and Brian must have felt it brush up against one of his fingers because he pulls away, your face still cupped in his hand.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again.

"Im not," You sniffle, shaking your head, "I'm not okay." Tears falling down both of your cheeks now. Brian raises his other hand to your face, wiping the stray droplets away with his thumbs

"Do you want to talk abou-"

"Please just kiss me again." You beg desperately.

"Of course." He nods eagerly.

a/n: finally a non eddie fic!! i've been on SUCH an mcr kick recently so i obviously had to write for my fav emo boy :,) ... sorry if this fic is a little uhh... teen angsty... but look at brian... that man is the EPITOME of teen angst. hope everyone enjoyed :)

#brian wilcox #brian wilcox x reader #brian fast food nation #paul dano #danonation #paul dano fic #brian wilcox fic #fast food nation

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 4 Gacha Story (His POV)

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut.

I listened to Mai as she told me about her life in our room, where I could hear the sound of rain.

Kicho: “Then, I’ll change the question. Why did you want to become a designer?”

Mai: “Well, because the first clothes I designed made people happy.”

Mai: “I was happy back then that it made me want to make it my job.”

Kicho: “But there will be many opportunities to get those feelings if you live.”

Kicho: “So why did you find so much joy in it that you decided to make it your life’s path?”

Mai: “Um…”

(Strange things sometimes happen.)

Age, gender, and place of birth. Then there’s family history and occupation.

This is what people usually ask to get to know someone, but the one I asked her wasn’t one of those.

Mai: “.............”

(Did I step too far to make her silent?)

(Or did she never even think about it?)

I waited for her reply in silence.

Mai: “Oh...”

I could tell that Mai had found her answer when she suddenly lifted her downcast eyes, and I eagerly anticipated the words she would say next.

Mai: “I was happy because it was something I made.”

Mai: “When I realized I could make someone happy, I felt like I had some meaning.”

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be someone.”

Kicho: “Someone?”

Mai: "Yes. So no matter where I am, I always end up struggling."

Mai said this in a self-mocking tone and laughed wryly.

(Why does she need to laugh?)

(She just said earlier that she loved that life very much.)

With a faint ache slowly spreading in my chest, I nodded, even though the answer came from someone who had lived a completely different life.

(That is what it means to live.)

(Protecting the value of life is everyone’s duty.)

Kicho: “People are all like that. But that doesn’t make them evil.”

Kicho: “As long as you live in this world, the opinions and beliefs of others will make who you are.”

Kicho: “That’s why everyone has unanswered questions.”

Mai: “Everyone?”

Kicho: “Still, don’t forget. Wherever you are, whatever you do, you are you.”

Kicho: “As long as you have your will to live, this truth will never change.”

(So don't mock yourself.)

(What would you do if I didn't say those words?)

Kicho: “You are not just someone. You’re Mai.”

Kicho: “Wherever you are, whatever you do, just live as you.”

Mai: “............”

Her eyes, shaking with confusion, looked at me with an expression that revealed a myriad of emotions.

Mai: "You're right. I'm me."

Kicho: "Yeah. Even if you run through different times."

Kicho: "You said your dreams got cut off, yet here you are. You didn't give up."

Mai: "Yes, there is no way I would give up."

Mai: "As I said before, I think I'm the type of person who always struggles."

Kicho: "I see."

(She's quite gutsy.)

(I don't hate someone who says that. Rather一Hm?)

Kicho: "Why are you suddenly smiling?"

Mai: "Huh? I'm smiling too?"

Mai: "Sorry. I'm just happy you smiled."

Kicho: "............."

Kicho: "I'm alive, so I also smile. That one was involuntary."

(I see. I've got that look on my face.)

Mai: "Thank you. I feel better now."

Kicho: "It was no big deal."

Mai: "It was. At least, for me."

Mai's expression relaxed, and she suddenly fell silent.

Then, for some reason, her smile suddenly disappeared, and she turned serious.

(Did I push her a little too hard?)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “Y-Yes?”

Kicho: “You must be tired. Get some rest tonight.”

Kicho: “The rain should stop in the morning, so hopefully, we’ll be able to leave soon.”

Mai: "Okay. Then good night."

Mai, smiling faintly, crawled under the futon and turned her back to me.

(Something's wrong with her.)

(There’s only one possible reason besides fatigue.)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “----!”

I called out to her in a calm voice, and she turned her head toward me.

Mai: “Um, what is it?”

Kicho: “I know it’s difficult for you not to be cautious of me, but don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on you just because we’re sharing a room.”

(I can’t prove that she’s being wary, but I guess telling her would make a difference.)

Mai: “No, I wasn’t being cautious. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable.”

Mai: “Although it’s true that I’ve been thinking about you.”

Kicho: “Ha?”

I raised my eyebrow and sighed.

Kicho: “What are you suddenly saying?”

Mai: “Um, I don’t mean it weirdly!”

Kicho: “I know, but that comment is uncalled for.”

(If she said that to someone else, they might take it the wrong way.)

(Also, I think it's a problem that she's not wary of me.)

Kicho: “Never say that to anybody other than me.”

Kicho: “Others might take it the wrong way.”

Mai: “Okay. Hm?”

Kicho: “What’s wrong?”

Mai: “N-Nothing.”

Kicho: “You’re all over the place.”

Mai: “Hahaha… I guess.”

Mai laughed like a fool and lay down on the futon again.

Mai: “I’ll sleep now. Good night.”

Kicho: “Yeah. Good night.”

As we said goodnight to each other, I noticed that she relaxed.

(Looks like she’s okay now.)

I pulled my futon away from her and lay down on my back, just as Mai had done.

As I lay there for a while, the sound of her peaceful breathing reached my ears, mingled with the sound of the rain.

(Mai, huh?)

------------Flashback------------

Mai: “No life deserves to die.”

Mai: “I understand what often happens in a world like this.”

Mai: “Injustices can happen, and you can’t always fulfill your desire to live. However, I don’t think you should give up because of that.”

Mai: “No matter what the truth is, you should not give up.”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(There are those like you who were born into that hellish world一those who refuse to give up on life and living.)

A person who knew the future and a person who came from the future一this strange encounter made me want to put a reason to it.

(If you want to live, I won’t hesitate to lend you a hand.)

(Don't ever die, Mai.)

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bleaksqueak · 9 days

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Do you have voices in mind for each of your characters? Like an existing actor or singer they would sound close to? Or more so basic tones and timbre, or slight accents?

Yes! Well, sort of-- I can hear each and every one of their voices so clearly, but I have a hard time pointing to any known celebrities/voice actors that match them. I'm sure they exist and I'm sure I've probably even heard them, but it might be a case where they became a mishmash in my head to fit the tone that I hear for them. And like, with Maia, the absolute closest I can say is something obscure like "It's kind of like if Flute spoke english" (not a fan of the voh anime, but the voice castings were all great, so Flute's voice actress pops into my head with Maia... it's not exact, but it's close). She's got a soft, lightly airy voice that might have a singsong quality to it if not for her rampant anxiety and depression. bummer. Definitely ratchets up higher and higher until cracking like a cat under duress when her anxiety reaches (yelling at Elias levels) In my head, Audric has a deep, somewhat stern voice. Imposing if you don't know him well, definitely reads as "The Adult in the Room"... but still markedly young when he relaxes and you listen with familiarity. To contrast that, he's absolutely the type that breaks into something more like a childish laugh/giggle when amused to the point he can't keep it in. Like a dam break, it'll come out as a biting little laugh, probabyl hidden behind a hand. Largely I think this sticks in my mind for him due to one of my friends who's much the same way. For some reason i can't thnk of a single character to point to "kind of like--". Thanatos from Hades is a better fit below but the timbre/way of speaking is close, it just isn't severe/deep enough. Elias has a similar voice but lighter and without any of the strictness. His tone drags a little, giving off a feeling of someone who's studying you or the situation actively while they're speaking--almost as if plotting. This ranges from a seriousness that most find either offputting or unfriendly, to a more playful version of it (much of what he's been speaking to Maia with for the past chapter). The closest thing i can think of is like Maia where it's not quite right but it's close, which would be V's english VA from devil may cry... maybe V mixed with Thanatos from Hades and Ishida Akira when doing an older/serious role. Elias doesn't sound as actively sinister or [you know, dying lmao] as V though, making it not a full proper fit. The very "^_^" nature of a lot of Ishida Akira's performances though do fit well, even if they're largely missing the right actual timbre, and the casual-hard-to-read of Thanatos fits well. So I guess just mix these three together and it should somewhat sound like how I hear him in my head. Lyra's voice is very Mature but Spunky, and you should know she absolutely would do the full on "nerd laugh" if something gets her particularly good. Persephone's voice actor from Hades has the right timbre, but the performance doesn't match. If spiderverse dock ock were younger and , you know, genuinely more hyper that would fit more the right performance... But, yes. lol Nothing truly matches, but those get close like with the above examples. The fox is easy!! finally an easy one!!

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And I lied okay, Audun is the ONE CHARACTER I know exactly who/what performance he sounds like that I could point to, but I think I might go to my grave before saying it because i'm oddly embarrassed by it lmao. Look, sometimes you just hear a performance and do a double take and go "THAT'S MY GUY...!?!?!" and your jaw is on the ground because someone captured it so exact that it feels like they crawled into your head and took notes. He has a deep, very "fatherly" voice, a bit stilted in nature but calm more often than not.If you want to attribute the stilted nature to a faint accent, thinking about what he's saying, or making sure he is understood clearly due to the nature of his work, that is up to you. It's the type of voice that can easily still a room if raised, but that's rarely necessary outside of extreme emergencies.

#soli asks #solivaga #elias #audric #maia #lyra #audun #fox #I tend to leave accents up as unsaid or only implied #like Mr. B has a pretty thick southern accent #and so does Thackery the centaur from chp 0 #Nikolai imght have the faintest accent #but while I might hear certain regional tones for the wider main cast I prefer to leave them unsaid or just say standard US english #I'm not too fussed on them to say “this is for certain canon”#but if you want to know from the source that's how I hear them in my head #for all of the characters I could only say Kind of Like This but It's Not right... if i ever hear the perfect voice #I'll know it when I hear it #or if it's a case of I have heard it and forgot I"ll know it when I hear it again

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Baked with Love

Summary: This was requested by : @pologoonies - "Harry is a pudgy boy who works in a bakery with his classmate(who is also chunky) and fluffiness and shyness ensue and semi pining and getting over the fact that the other didn't know they worked in the same place. Please?"

Warnings: mean girls, angst maybe? This isn’t a smut oneshot, I just thought it was a really sweet request.

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Young Harry / Young Y/N

I grabbed my apron from the hook and replaced it with my coat. I put it on and tied it, letting out a sigh as I walked over to the schedule, "Who am I working with today?"

"Oh, Sandra." I purse my lips together and shake my head. I tie my hair back and put my hat on. I wash my hands and mentally prepare myself for the day.

Even though It's nothing really new to me, the comments I get sometimes still get under my skin. I mean I get it, I'm a bigger girl, working in a bakery, doesn't really leave much room to not make fun of me.

"Hey, y/n." My boss says walking around the corner, "Sandra can't make it in today so I have you working with Harry."

"H-Harry?" I ask, a little apprehensive. There's only one Harry that I know and last I knew, we only go to school together.

He nods, "Yeah. Is that alright?"

I nod once, "Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah."

"Great. I have to leave for the day, so if you have any issues, just call me or Marge." He smiles and walks away.

I hear the door shut and I take a slow deep breathe.

Maybe it's a different Harry, I think as I slowly push the door open, Nope.

"Y/N?" Harry asks, his voice sounding a little astounded, "You work here?"

I nod once, trying to calm my shaky hands, "Y-yeah. I Um.. yeah." I set the tray down and start to move the muffins to the display case, "I didn't know you worked here either."

I look over at him and nods, "Yeah, yeah. I've been here for about two years now."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh. Wow. Yeah I've been here for a couple months."

"I see you around school. I knew we were classmates, but-"

The bell on the door rings and a group of teens come in.

"Hi. How can I help you?" I say stepping up to the register. The two girls turn to each other and whisper and the one guy gives me a small smile, "Yeah, hi." He looks over the items in the case and lets out a sigh, "What do you recommend?"

"Oh, I don't know." I say nervous, "Everything is good, I guess."

The one girl giggles, "Clearly she would know."

I look down and pray that they leave soon.

"I'll take four of the muffins, please." He taps the glass and I quickly box them up, "That'll be eight dollars."

He hands me a ten and smiles, "Keep the change."

I nod, "Thank you."

He turns to the girls who laughs and shakes his head, "Did you really have to do that?"

Their voices fade out as they clear out and I grip the two dollars, crumbling them up before I toss them in the tip jar.

"Don't let them get to you, y/n." Harry walks up and stands next to me, "I know it's easier said than done, but you're way better than them."

I scoff and shake my head, "I-I'm not.. just because I don't look the beauty standard they think I don't have feelings.." I mumble, "I hate it."

"You're beautiful." Harry whispers setting his hand on mine.

Everything in me wants to rip my hand away and run away and cry in the back, but I stay.

"I'm not perfect either.. look at me. You can obviously tell that I spend my time working in a bakery." He laughs slightly, trying to get me to smile.

I look over at him and give him a small smile, "Thank you, Harry." I whisper before I turn, "I-um.. I have to go check on the uh, yeah." I walk into the back anxiety takes over my body as I press my back to the wall.

I like Harry. Like, like like Harry. We haven't had many interactions, mainly because I'm too shy and scared of rejection, but when he says hi to me in school, I could faint. So, I freeze up, unsure of what to say back.

"Where's Sandra?" I hear a lady ask, "She's usually here on Thursday's."

"She's out sick today so I'm filling in for her." Harry answers.

I shake my head and aimlessly look up and down the shelves to occupy my mind.

"Y/N?" Harry pushes the door open, "You okay?"

I freeze and look up, "Oh, yeah. I'm just-" I quickly grab something of the shelf, "Looking for baking soda apparently." I set it back down on the shelf and step out slowly.

He laugh slightly, "You're funny, you know that?"

"Funny looking." I mumble quietly, unsure if he heard it or not. He turns as he hears the bell ring, "I'll go get that."

He walks out and I shake my head, "No. you have to work." I remind myself. I take a deep breathe, "It's just one shift."

——

"I didn't think today would be as slow as it was." Harry says turning the open sign to closed.

"Yeah." I nod, "Thursday's are usually slow, which I don't understand."

He walks up and leans on the counter, "Are you okay?"

I give him a nod and stay silent.

"I meant what I said earlier today, about you being beautiful, and funny." He taps the counter with his fingers, "I see you."

I glance up at him and shake my head, "No."

He lets out a sigh, "Y/N.." he stretches his arm across the counter and scoops my hand into his, "I'm not skinny or have the clearest skin. I mean look at this mop on my head." He shakes his head and his hair waves back and forth.

I smile and laugh slightly, his hand squeezes mine as I shift slightly, "I like your hair." I freeze, not believing that I said that out loud.

He smiles and I can see his cheeks turning red.

"I never- I never thought you saw me." I admit quietly, "I know you say hi to me in school, but-" I shake my head, embarrassed.

"I actually.." he laughs nervously, "A crush."

I look up at him, "Huh?"

"A crush, on you.. is what I have." He closes his eyes and shakes his head with a smile, "Let me try that again."

He takes his hand back and stands up straight, "I have .. a crush.. on you." His voice goes quieter.

My eyes goes wide, "You- you what?"

He nods, "Y-yeah." He smiles, "You're just, I don't know.. you seem like you understand me."

I feel the need to retreat.

"I-I.." I set my pen down on the notebook and walk into the back. I can hear Harry quietly yelling at himself.

I shake my head, still not believing what I just heard.

The phone rings and I go to pick it up, "Hello?"

"Hey, y/n. Can you and Harry stay at the bakery and get an order ready for someone? They're on their way now, I figured I could catch you before you guys left."

"Yeah. Okay." I state, "What do they want?" I walk out and Harry looks up at me. I focus on the order. I grab my pen and take the order, "Okay."

"Thank you."

"Yep." I hang up and set the phone on the counter, "There's someone coming for an order." I say just loud enough for Harry to hear.

His words repeat in my head and I can't help but to feel like he's lying.

No one has ever liked me before, at least not that I could believe. From a young age, I drilled it into my head that no one likes a girl who wears bigger size clothing.

"Y/N?" Harry asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

I realize that a tear is about to fall from my eye so I blink and turn away, "Yeah?"

"The order? What is it?"

"Oh, um. I-it's.." I slide the book over to him.

It's not or never, y/n, I tell myself, he likes you, he said if himself. I shake my head and I can feel his hand slowly grab mine.

I avoid looking at him until he tugs on my arm, "I know- I know how hard it is to believe someone likes you." I turn my head slowly.

"I'm not popular, I'm a nerd according to the pathetic scale the preps at the school run off of." He sighs, "The point of my rambling.." he laughs slightly.

I smile and nod, "No I get it.. harry." I let out a sigh, "I.."

Come on, y/n. Don't chicken out now.

"You make me nervous." I whisper.

"So do you.. but." He squeezes my hand, "I keep telling myself that if I don't speak up about what I want, it won't happen."

I have no idea what to say right now so I just stare at him.

He smiles slightly, "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No." I say quickly, "That's actually good advice to follow."

He nods and presses his lips together, "Can I.. um.." he scratches the back of his neck, "No.. no.." He lets go of my hand and steps back.

"Harry what?" I ask, anxious to know what he wanted to say.

"I was-" he shakes his head, "I was going to... kiss you.. but I.." his voice gets quiet, "Chickened out."

I blink a few times, "Oh.. oh.." I nod and shrug, "I-I.." I stop myself from embarrassing myself further.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

I do. I do. I do. I do.

I give him a small nod and he walks up to me. He stands in front of me and tilts his head, quickly leaning in to give me a peck on the lips.

I can't help but smile and I just know my face is changing into a bright shade of red as my insides cartwheel back and forth.

"So this order." Harry changes the subject, "what do we need?"

——

"I'll go switch the lights off out front." Harry says quickly making his way to the door. He runs into the wrong side and places his hand on his forehead.

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing, "Are you okay?" I ask quickly.

He gives me a thumbs up and pushes the door open before he walks though.

He walks back in and looks at me before he starts laughing, "That-"

"I'm surprised I didn't do that today." I say taking my apron off. He walk over and grabs his coat, "Can I walk you home?"

I nod and smile, "um, yeah. If you want to."

He grabs his coat and we walk outside, "Can I hold your hand?" He asks shyly.

I nod and he takes my hand into his, interlocking our fingers.

We walk quietly to my house and I look up, "This is me." He nods and points, "I literally live right down the street."

"Really?" I ask looking down the street.

"Yeah. I do." He clears his throat and I look at him.

"We'll I better get in.." I bite my lip, nervous to ask him for another kiss.

He walks up to me and presses his lips to mine, "Goodnight."

I smile and watch as he starts walking down the sidewalk, "Goodnight."

——

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yan-sideblog · 2 years

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Do you write comfort? If you do, can I request Jack just comforting the reader who’s always just a mess of emotions? (Can add a splash of manipulation) for a gaslighting boy boss 💪🏽😮‍💨

To say the day had been an utter disaster was an understatement.

Yet another unscheduled shift because somebody was sick? Check.

Walked to work in the rain? Check.

Customers being rude over something that wasn't their responsibility or just completely out of their control? Check.

Another call from Ian they didn't mean to answer? Check.

Topping it all off said cheating ex was apparently in town and wanted to talk face to face.

So yeah their day had sucked.

Lucky for them a certain blue haired clown man was bound and determined to make them feel better.

Before they could mindlessly flop on the couch he was taking their coat and instructing them to sit down.

"You relax while i run you a warm bath. Alright sunshine?".

Given they were cold & damp the prospect of a bath was appealing so they relented to his suggestion.

By the time they're in the pleasantly warm water they can already feel themselves calming down even if it's just a little bit.

They also hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen 'i wonder what Jack is up to.'.

By the time they wander back to the living area there's a plate of chicken & rice as well as a glass of water of the coffee table.

"I figured something warm to eat would do you some good." he says wrapping his arms around them from behind, face nuzzling into their still damp hair.

'This man really is to sweet sometimes.' they peck him on the cheek as thanks before sitting on the couch to eat.

When he sits next to thrm they waste no time leaning into his side. Enjoying how perfectly they fit against him.

"You know I'm always here for you sunshine." he says wrapping a strong arm around their shoulders.

"Whether you want to talk or just need someone to make you feel better.".

God why did a part of them melt when he smiled at them like that.

The two stayed like that for a time. Them lazily spooning the warm food in their mouth while his hand rubbed soothing circles in their shoulder.

After they finished their food, and they switched positions so the were laying cuddled up on his chest, he spoke up again.

"You should just shut your phone off for a few days." he muses playing with their hair.

"After all other people always seem to cause you nothing but problems.".

They couldn't help but agree with him.

If it wasn't their boss calling them on days off it was unwanted calls/text from Ian.

"Besides it's not like you'd be alone, you've got me." they can practically hear the smile in his voice.

He has a point. Out of everyone he's always there and does his best for them.

As their mind starts to drift off, the stress of the day all but forgotten, they don't truly register his next words.

"I'll be all you ever need my sunshine, I'll make sure of it.".

#jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #swwsdj #sdj #sdj headcanons #druunkdaze #yan-sideblog

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Hi! Good luck in your tests and such this is a request that you totally can wait in but can we get comfort for a reader who have self image issues and like is malnourished do it so she passes out, when they go to the doctor Bruce says she needs a feeding tube while stucky comforts a very freaked out reader. Maybe they are anxious of the tube or hate the feeling and stucky just reassured them that it is helping the reader.

Sorry it’s a lot but I would love if you could do this <3333

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much! 😍

Thank you for the request, sweetie! I hope you like how i turned it and I'm sorry you had to wait before seeing your request written ❤️

I didn't wrote the reader having self image issues because i'm having them and it's too hard for me to write about it so I took another road to write it. I hope it's okay 💜

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : mention of past trauma, malnourished little reader, feeding tube, comfort, pet names, cuddles, praises,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : It's hard to get past your trauma

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It hadn't been long since Steve and Bucky took you under their wings. They found you in a shitty state and are doing everything they can to help you getting better. Being able to finally call someone family is already helping you but it's sadly not enough.

Of course it's still hard for you sometimes to eat normally or act like you're fine when you're not so you don't worry people around you. It doesn't go unnoticed by your Daddies tho, they always have your back and always make sure to help you getting through it.

But, for the last few days, your Daddies were on a mission so they didn't had an eye on you to be sure you eat something at each meals. They asked the others who stayed at the tower to watch over you but they rather be the one watching over you.

When they get back from the mission, they didn't know how they would find you so when they entered your room to surprise you and you jump weakly into their arms, they frowned.

You were really pale and very light when they lifted you. They asked you if you were okay and if you had fun, all you did was nodding and giving them a little smile.

Your Papa proposed to go downstairs so you could explain your week and you happily said yes. But when you were walking down the stairs, it was like your body just gave up on you and you fell on your Daddies who were in front of you. They quickly grabbed you before you hurt yourself and rushed to Bruce who were in his labo.

"Bruce!" Steve yells as he opens the door of his labo "We need help!" He's quick to bring them toward the bed in the room "lie her here"

He starts by listening your heartbeats but with your Daddies's worried breathing behind his shoulders, it's not easy. "What happened ?" he calmly asks

The more he stays calm, the faster your Daddies will be too. He knows it'll scare you even more if they're worried and scared so it's really not a good plan.

"We just got back and wanted to hear about her week but she fainted in the stairs" your Daddy explains with his shaky voice.

"did she hurt her head in the fall ?" Bruce asks as he now checks your eyes. Steve shakes his head "Bucky grabbed her before she could hit the ground"

Bruce nods "that's good then" he's reassured that you didn't hurt your head because it'll be another thing if that would have happened...

"did she had signs before she fainted ?" He asks, now looking at your Daddies who frown at him "signs ?"

"yes like did she had an empty stare or something that could tell you that she wasn't well ?"

"Yes she- she was pale when we entered her room and kinda dizzy" Bucky says and watches Bruce nodding "what's worry me is that she's really skinny" he spots "too skinny if i could say"

Your Papa swallows and looks down at you. He immediately gets ride of his fear when he sees your eyes looking up at him "hi princess" he smiles as he strokes your forehead

"Papaa" you whimper and squirm on the uncomfortable bed. Your Daddy immediately comes on the other side of the bed and helps your Papa calming you down "shhh babydoll" he whispers "you're okay, we're here with you. You don't need to be scared, little one"

You look at Bruce with wide eyes as he approaches you "I'll explain to you and your Daddies what I'm going to do, alright ?" You nod but don't ease your eyes on him

"You need a feeding tube. You don't have the strength to do it on your own when you're alone which can be really dangerous at some point. You need to get more stronger right now and the only way to be able to do it is with that" he points at the feeding tube

"it'll go by your nose so it'll be feeding directly into your stomach and intestines." He adds and you start to shake your head fastly "no! don wanna" you cry out "wanna cuddes" you look at your Daddies with tears in your eyes "pease"

"babygirl" your Daddy's heart break at the sight he has in front of him. His hand gently strokes your hair to calm you down "we need to feed you baby. We can't let you like that" he explains "but I promise we'll cuddle right after Bruce puts the tube in you" he kisses your forehead

You cry and tighten your grip on him. You scared it'll hurt, you don't want to be hurting again.

"it'll be okay, sweetie" Your Papa whispers as you squirm more when Bruce walks to you with the tube "just breath, we're here"

"you were so so strong!" your Daddy exclames as he kisses your forehead "we're so proud of you"

You close your eyes and exhales in contentment. Your Papa is stroking your belly as your Daddy lightly slides the tip of his fingers on your arm, giving you the cuddles he promised you.

"you're the strongest person we know, baby. Look what you were able to do!" your Papa smiles as he peers down at you "you're amazing, princess"

You smile and peer up at him "sank you Papa" you quietly say with a tired voice. He kisses the tip of your nose "close your eyes, baby. We stay right here" he smiles "where we belong"

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