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silverdelirium · 3 years

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hi! can you do one where draco and the reader are married (don’t make them old please make them like the married rich pretty milf and dilf couple), and they have a daughter. anyway, draco is out because of work/something else (it’s up to u) and the reader is with their daughter and they get into a small fight and the daughter says something really bad/hurtful to the reader (her mother) and the reader like gets sad (make it bad so it can be dramatic😏) and when draco gets home he finds the reader like crying (smoking too bc a milf smoking is hot but if you don’t want to add it it’s fine) and yeah basically the rest is up to you :)) ily hope ur well and fine. <3

CIGARETTES & INSECURITIES | D.M

thank you hoe @selenesheart for helping me with the title ily

warnings: anxiety, lowkey panic attack, insecurities of being a bad mother, mean child, smoking, angst w a happy ending

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draco’s hurried steps were heard echoing across the hallway as he rapidly made his way downstairs, cussing his boss out under his breath for calling him on a fucking Sunday. the same sunday he was about to spend basking in the love of his wife and child, all expectations now turned to mush.

“i’m sorry i have to go, my love. call me if you need anything, okay?” spoke draco, tone soft as he held your face in his hands, giving you one last sad smile before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

you gave him a feeble nod in response with a reassuring smile, watching him storm off in long strides, still swearing in hushed whispers and with a flick of his wand, he was gone.

you instantly took notice of how intense the atmosphere got around the manor- almost scary. deadly quiet with your four-year-old toddler still asleep and big curtains blocking any sunlight from coming in.

it almost caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as if the universe was already warning you of the day you were gonna have to deal with today.

maybe the first bad thing to happen today was being woken up by draco’s phone going off like crazy with calls of his boss and endless text messages of his colleagues.

it didn’t matter though, you had other things to worry about. your toddler was already walking down the stairs with a sleepy stare as she made her way to you, immediately taking notice of how there was no trace of draco, and looking around for any signs of her father.

“hi there” you greeted, giving her a sympathetic smile when she asked for draco, her small body already wrapped around your torso. a small sigh with a brief explanation of a work emergency was given to her. her sour mood amplifying a tenfold for every word that left your mouth.

she stayed quiet for a moment, and just as you started beaming at the thought of calming a daddy’s girl- she sobbed heavily in your ear, clinging hard to you but still screaming for draco.

a grimace found its way to your face along with a sorrowful expression as you shushed her down, tracing your fingers down her spine; a small trick you always did to relax her in days like this.

her sobs quieted down but she still cried silently in your shoulder, hot tears rolling down her face that had you questioning whether you should call your husband or not, the thought accompanying the insecurity of being a terrible mother who can barely keep her child tranquil.

after a few minutes of letting her pour all her emotions out, you made a path to the kitchen and sat her down on the barstool, wiping her tears away as she huffed in what seemed to be an angry expression.

“would you like some breakfast, baby?” you spoke, tone soft and slow as to not aggravate the situation.

“i want daddy”

“he’s- he’s not here right now” you tried to reason, watching as she took a deep breath but said nothing.

you turned around to head for the stove. but your ears caught a small murmur of “you’re the worst” coming from none other than your daughter.

a thunder-struck look adorned your face, blinking back the tears that found their way to your waterline.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, the anxiousness of being a not good enough mom had filled you in seconds, thinking of the worst scenarios possible throughout the pregnancy. draco was always there to ease your nerves a bit, yet, never quite pushing them away completely.

and jesus- did that simple three-word sentence stung painfully at your heart.

you stayed frozen in place for a few moments before taking a deep breath and quickly collecting yourself, continuing your errands around the kitchen as you made an effort to ignore the way your hands became clammy and heartstrings were pulled harshly in your chest.

the rest of the day went painfully slow, your daughter completely ignoring you and just curling up on the couch or playing in her room, always slamming the door in your face whenever you attempted to talk to her. your back also aching from having to do all house chores by yourself. every once in a while getting a text message from draco, rushed typos of “i love you” and “i’m gonna be there soon”.

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the clock read 6:07 P.M and you held the cigarette to your lips with shaky fingers, tears blurring your vision as all the frustration from today came crashing down at once.

sobs rocked through your body as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out past your nostrils. warm, thick tears not coming to a halt even once.

your cries muffled every sound around you. not taking notice of draco who was now frantically searching for you, already finding your daughter safe and asleep on the couch. yet you were nowhere to be found.

it took one look at the cigarette package on the dining table for draco to locate you. he knew about your anxiety and how bad it got when triggered.

his heart ached and fists clenched at his side as he turned to his baby girl, snuggling her deeper into the thick fluffy blanket before making his way to the porch where you sat with a hand to your sternum, big clouds of smoke fogging the air around you.

“oh, baby” he sympathized, not giving you time to react as he enveloped you in a big hug, feeling the way your curled your fists on his shirt and sobbed quietly, taking ragged breaths every once in a while.

after a few minutes of taking shallow breaths, you pulled your head back from his chest, just enough to stare at his face, his bright grey eyes running down every feature you had, almost like he was studying it.

“what happened today?” he whispered, closing his eyes and connecting his forehead with yours.

you released a breath through your nose and lit off the cigarette on the small table next to you before explaining every small detail from today to draco, a few tears escaping at some points.

once you were done, draco removed his head from yours, pulling back and displaying both of his palms on your cheeks, observing your tear-stained face made him ache with sorrow.

“my love” he started “you are the world’s greatest mother to ever exist, a bad day with your child does not define your abilities as a mom. she loves you, we all do. you don’t know how fuzzy she gets when you’re not here.”

his words made a small smile crack through your lips, buzzing nerves slowly weighing down after every syllable he spoke.

“we would all be doomed if it wasn’t for you. every parent has a bad day, do not beat yourself up for it, it happens to the best of us.” he finalized, chest swelling with pride once he saw how you were full-on beaming, puckering your lips like a silent sign for a kiss which he gladly provided.

“i love you” you mumbled against his mouth.

“i love you more” he responded.

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amxranthiine · 3 years

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imagine being the ex-friend of the slytherin crew. [she/her] (no voldy bc ew)

had this thought at 3am last night while fangirling with my friend last night. sorry for any errors <3

angst, mentions of parents disowning child, blood prejudice, mention of childhood/forbidden crush

- [ ] you had known draco, blaise, theo, pansy, astoria and daphne since you were very young.

- [ ] since you all were two to be exact. your parents were close and your birthdays weren't too far apart, so it was only natural that you all became a crew growing up, anxiously waiting for your eleventh birthdays.

- [ ] you all were inseparable. you learned to fly together, talk together, walk together... hell, you had all learned you were wizards together.

- [ ] you were always closer to blaise than the rest of the crew. you were younger than him, though not by much, and he seemed protective over you. as inseparable the rest of you were, blaise couldn't go anywhere without you, and the same goes for you to him.

- [ ] how ecstatic you were when you all got your hogwarts letters! you were going to be in the same year and hopefully, probably, the same house!

- [ ] it was expected of you all to be in slytherin, all coming from very long lines of prestigious pureblood serpents.

- [ ] the other six were more than confident that they would all be in slytherin together. you? not so much.

- [ ] you were very nervous, to say the least. you didn't portray the slytherin traits as much as the others.

- [ ] and when pansy or blaise would try to reassure you that it would be fine, you couldn't help but wonder if they were trying to convince you or themselves.

- [ ] and because you didn't portray the serpent traits, that made them all extremely protective of you. blaise especially, draco and theo coming close in second, and the girls just wanted to make sure you were okay.

- [ ] but the moment the sorting hat yelled out a name that wasn't slytherin, everything stopped.

- [ ] your friendships with your lifelong friends, your crush on blaise (okay, that didn't go away), everything you grew up with just... disappeared.

- [ ] your now ex-friends wanted nothing to do with you, even your parents didn't want to speak to you. your housemates were cruel, jesting about how you were a stain on their house, and a snake deep down.

- [ ] it was safe to say you had no one.

- [ ] the crew started being mean to you somewhere around christmas of first year. before then, they had just ignored you. just like everyone else.

- [ ] after christmas though... they seemed to have a new hatred for you.

- [ ] especially blaise, which hurt the most. you swore you were seeing things when you thought you saw sadness somewhere in his eyes whenever he was rude to you.

- [ ] you were alone for the remainder of first year, and for the first two months of second.

- [ ] that's when you met luna, neville and ginny. you guys were thick as thieves, and for the first time for two years, you were actually happy.

- [ ] of course, your childhood friends were still mean to you, nothing had really changed on that part. but you were... happier, and that hurt them. because you happier without them, and that wasn't how it was supposed to be.

- [ ] they supposed they should be glad that you were doing better. last year, they were going mad out of worry for you. apparently you had stayed at hogwarts for christmas out of request from your parents, and it was christmas day when the adults told the rest of them to stop associating with you.

- [ ] it remained fairly passive over the next few years, you remained close with luna, neville and ginny, and had even befriended the golden trio and the twins!

- [ ] the serpent squad didn't like that too much, but they supposed your current friends were better than no friends, and as long as you were happy, they were happy

- [ ] but they still continue their kind-of bullying. they weren't as cruel to you as they were to others, but words still hurt and boy do they have a snake's tongue on them.

- [ ] blaise could hardly stand being away from you but his mother had made him swear that he would not associate with you, the blood traitor.

- [ ] all he wanted to do was hold you, but he rather bullied you instead.

- [ ] it was the beginning of sixth year when draco and pansy had gone too far. the other four were just watching blankly, trying not to let their discomfort show as the two reprimanded you, mocked you, and insulted you in the middle of the great hall. calling you a blood traitor, a stain of your family name and house name, and even going as far as saying "no wonder your parents don't want you, just look at you!" while the all the slytherins around them laughed. or at least, pretended to.

- [ ] you had looked at them for a long time, teary eyed and red faced, just trying to understand what you did to deserve this. until you nodded your head, said "okay," and walked out of the great hall.

- [ ] they heard your friends call your name, your closest ones even running after you.

- [ ] theo and blaise looked like they were about to beat draco to death, astoria and daphne were just disappointed in pansy, they knew how much she missed you, and yet she ruined any chance of you forgiving them.

- [ ] blaise eventually decided against killing the blonde and ran after you, the rest following suit after a moment.

- [ ] it didn't take them long to find you, sobbing against a wall with your head in your hands, ginny, nev and luna all crowded around you. rubbing your back and whispering reassurances in your ear.

- [ ] "i don't know what i did to deserve that," you cried, sniffling as you wiped your nose on your sleeve and looked and ginny.

- [ ] "oh love, you didn't do anything," the ginger said, wrapping her arms around you.

- [ ] "don't listen to them, y/n! they're just prats!" assured nev, leaning against the wall awkwardly, with one hand on your back.

- [ ] luna played with your hair, "yeah, y/n, they don't deserve your love and kindness."

- [ ] "thank you guys. i mean it. without you three i don't know where i would be." you laughed, but no part of it was humorous.

- [ ] draco, being the blonde he was, decided it was a good time to intervene, "hopefully alive, haha."

- [ ] the six of them had come out from around the corner, feeling ashamed and wanting to hit themselves for making you cry.

- [ ] "what do you lot wanf? haven't you done enough?" asked ginny, placing herself in front of you.

- [ ] "yes but.."

- [ ] "no, you don't get to talk. now piss off before you do even more damage."

- [ ] "we just want to apologize," said blaise.

- [ ] you scoffed, "a bit late for that."

- [ ] pansy looked down, "we're really sorry, y/n, for what just happened and for everything the past six years. you know how our families are and they told us to stop talking to you... so we did."

- [ ] all feelings of sadness were gone now, pansy's words has ignited a flame within you, one you've been holding in for years.

- [ ] "stop talking to me? so that gave you permission to be bloody awful to me? merlin's beard, you six were worse than umbridge on her bad days! you could have just... i don't know, explained what happened in first year? and apologized for abandoning me? and maybe we could still be friends! but no, you lot ruined any chance of that ever happening again. so thank you for that." you paused to take a breath. your audience was wide eyed and shocked, not quite believing you had such anger in you... but oh man, you weren't done yet.

- [ ] "and let me just say, blaise, your insults hurt the most. merlin, i thought the world of you. i thought you were my everything. but that all just went away the moment you thought not associating with me, meant making my life a living hell."

- [ ] you were, once again, crying. you took a deep breath and sadness took over you once again, you mumbled an "excuse me" and took off down the corrider.

- [ ] the serpent squad was stunned. they hadn't realised what they did effected you that much. blaise was upset with himself, disappointed, even. he felt the same about you, even if you both were too young for it to be love, and now he knew he never get it pack.

- [ ] theo cleared his throat and tried looking anywhere but at the trio in front of them, who were looking at the six with anger and disappointment.

- [ ] "you guys couldn't even begin to understand what she's been through," neville said after moments of awkward silence. "not long after the sorting ceremory, her parents sent her a letter, practically disowning her. before that, you guys abandoned her. she was alone for nearly a year and a half before we met her. and by merlin she was a wreck."

- [ ] ginny and luna chuckled, not out of humor, but out of irony. this situation was similar to the situation you were in when you met them.

- [ ] neville ignored them, and the curious stares the six were giving him, and continued, this time fueled by anger.

- [ ] "we were the ones who picked up the pieces. we were the ones who made sure she didn't die after losing everything she had ever known. we were the ones who made her smile again, happy again. we picked up the pieces because you weren't there, and you were exactly what had caused it in the first place." neville spit out the last sentence as if it were venom, hoping to hurt them as much as they hurt you.

- [ ] they were all on the verge of tears, daphne and astoria were holding each other and looked to be in the most pain, because they missed you the most.

- [ ] "i hope you lot are happy with yourselves, you're about five years to late to the pity party."

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yarichinbokutoclub · 3 years

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rules: make a drabble/headcanon or describe the first time you and your chosen character met.

tag game by @paradise-creator , thank you @keisdeliveryservice for tagging me in this!!! ofc i decided to write about my best boy tendou bc he has my heart 🥺🥺

classmates: @finnyboywolfhard @1-800-imagine @m3llos @thicchaikyuuboys

tw: toxic family and mentions of bullying

a/n: i’m sorry this is kinda sad and depressing but i was listening to phoebe bridgers when writing this and i think she like took over my body

It was a chilly Monday night in January and, of course, you were working. Coming from a lower class family, you were never just handed what you wanted. Your parents made sure to let you know that you were nothing but a burden. A dent in their wallet so to speak. So, from the day you were finally old enough, you’ve been working. Your dedication to your job was astounding, working almost every day after school. Sure, it felt like your youth was being wasted working all the time, like you were missing out on things other kids your age got to experience, but that didn’t really matter to you. After all, you didn’t have any friends, although you chose to keep it that way. You learned from a young age that people were not all good and not everyone was kind. Most of the time people only got close to you to use you or to build you up and then break you down. So, you dealt with the bullying and snide comments at school about how you were a loser and how weird it was that you never talked to anyone or joined any clubs. You knew that none of this mattered, after all it was only high school. What did matter to you, however, was the fact that the newest Shonen Jump came out today. Jump was your paradise, so to speak. The only place you could get away from it all. Pretending you lived in these make believe worlds made everything feel okay, even if it was only temporary. It was nearly time to close. But, by the time you finally got out of this godforsaken cafe and to the nearest convenience store they would probably all be gone.

This wasn’t just any copy, it was a widely anticipated one. One of your favorite stories had a new chapter coming out and it was supposed to be juicy. Did someone say major character death? You needed to get it so no one would spoil the storyline for you online or through overheard conversations. Something that had happened to you one too many times. Time felt like it was crawling on, moving as slowly as it possibly could. You glanced at the clock, 7:55 it read. Your heart began to race thinking about how few copies were probably left. Yet, time slowed. It could only be described as the last few minutes of school before a big break, or a car in rush hour traffic. Anxiously awaiting what you knew was to come when the clock finally struck 8:00. You finished ringing up your last customer, packing up their pastry and wishing them well. That’s when you heard it, your boss over the intercom. “The time is now 8:00 and we are officially closed. Thank you for shopping with us today and please, do come again.” It was like you had been waiting for that all your life. Time began to race again as you quickly grabbed all of your belongings and clocked out. Yelling goodbye to your boss as you raced out the door like a racehorse leaving the starting line.

You ran, no sprinted, to the nearest convenience store. It felt like you had been running for hours when it finally came into view. The air was frigid and the winds scolding but yet you powered through, determined to get your copy. Finally reaching the store, you burst through the door. Making a b-line for the aisle you were oh too familiar with. That’s when you saw it, a tuft of bright red hair moving faster than the speed of light. “Shit.” you cursed under your breath. And just like that, your night was ruined. He beat you to it. His hand grabbing the book just seconds before your own could. You had never felt so defeated. It was such a trivial thing, but Monday nights were your nights to escape and live in a world of your own devices. The tall red head looked at you, almost teasingly, and smiled. He probably didn’t intend to seem as though he was mocking you but… You tried to ignore it and just smiled back before turning to go home.

“Hey! If you want you can have the last copy.” he shouted after you.

Turning around to look at him, you replied, “No, that’s okay. You were here first, you deserve it!” You put on your fakest smile and left.

The weather had seemed to turn almost as quickly as your emotions had. The night air had not seemed so threatening before. But now, the once scolding winds seemed all but furious and the sky seemed to weep. Of course it was raining. Could your night get any worse? Realizing you had forgotten your umbrella, you sat down on the stoop outside and began to sob. Your melancholy feelings being perfectly reflected by the weather that night. You heard the door to the shop open, but you chose to ignore it. Choosing instead to wallow in your own self pity.

“...Hey,” his voice was gentle but firm, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” you replied, harsher than you meant to.

“I know you don’t know me but you can talk to me if you want. I think I might be able to understand,” no one was ever this nice to you. However, being the nihilist that you were, you couldn’t help but feel like his kindness was a double edged sword. He had to have an ulterior motive, everyone always did. Your mind was molasses, oozing indiscriminately over his words, struggling to find your own. That’s when he spoke again. “Here, I want you to have this.”

You turned to look and were met with, not only the kind eyes of an understanding stranger, but the last copy of Jump, which you so desperately craved. “Oh, no. I can’t take that.” You quickly dismissed him.

“I insist, use the money you brought to get yourself an umbrella,” he said, forcing the book into your hands with a smile. “Besides, I can just read it online with my subscription.”

And with that, he turned and left. Never even telling you his name. You took his advice and made your way inside to purchase a disposable umbrella. And then you started your treacherous journey home. The weather did seem to let up a bit, which you were grateful for. By the time you finally made it home you were so physically and emotionally drained that you couldn’t even bring yourself to read the new chapters. Opting instead to set an extra early alarm for the next morning, you threw yourself into bed and passed out, dreaming of the odd boy who had shown you kindness you had never seen before.

The next morning you awoke with a start, all but jumping out of your bed to grab the manga. Flipping to the first page you saw what looked like a handwritten message. Trying your best to make out the chicken scratch when suddenly it hit you like a ton of bricks. It was a note from the boy you met yesterday. “It may not seem so bright now, but I promise the future has a lot to offer. Text me if you ever want to talk. -Tendou Satori (xxx) xxx-xxxx.” There it was, his name. You smiled, wider than you ever had. Just like it had the day prior, the weather seemed to perfectly mimic your ever changing emotions, as the clouds began to dissipate and the sun shone bright, brighter than you ever thought it could. Today, for the first time in what felt like forever, would be good.

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infinitefandomimagines · 4 years

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I Can’t Lose You - Poe Dameron x Reader

WARNINGS: RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS, MENTIONS OF DEATH, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, ANGST, BLOOD, YELLING

REQUEST: @lookinsidemyhead could I maybe ask for a Star Wars imagine? Like a poexfem!reader Maybe like instead of chewie being captured it was the reader and when they rescue her she’s a little out it from the torture in the interrogation room. angst with happy ending bc they escape

A poe dameron tros x reader where reader gets captured with chewy and poe rescues her, lots of angsty poe after losing reader because he thinks she's dead, then fluff when they reunite

The only thing that could pull the team's stunned gazes from the fiery explosion of the First Order ship was Poe's horrifying scream. The way your name ripped through his throat made Finn's heart stop and his blood run cold.

Poe took no caution in his efforts to make his way down from the rocky structure their getaway ship stood perched on, slipping and nearly falling more than once.

His heels kicked up sand as he sprinted towards the wrecked ship and Rey, who still stood frozen as the realization of what she'd just done dawned on her. Finn had to stop Poe from running straight to her, he'd never hurt Rey, but after what just happened he definitely wasn't thinking straight.

Finn wrapped his arms around his friend, holding him back and restricting his movement as he struggled to get free.

"What did you do?" Poe yelled at Rey, the high pitched crack in his voice was enough to send daggers through anyone listening's heart. Poe never stopped struggling to break free from Finn's grasp, and it was getting to the point where he just might succeed.

"Chewie I need some help down here!" Finn called up to the Wookie. There was no way he could get Poe to the ship himself, not when he was like this.

"Poe we need to go!" Finn yelled as he tried to pull Poe towards the ship, knowing if they stayed any longer your life wouldn't be the only fatality.

"No! No, I can't leave her!"

"She's gone, Poe. There's nothing we can-"

Finn stopped short as Poe finally broke free from his grasp. However, he didn't get very far, Chewie had made it down just in time to grab him.

"Chewie!" Finn yelled out, "Get him to the ship we need to get out of here! Rey come on!" Poe tried to fight his way out again, but the Wookie was too strong, forcibly pulling him back to the ship. He didn't stop fighting until Chewie released him once the ship had taken off with everyone safely inside.

There was a heavy tension in the air, nobody knew what to say. It's like they were just waiting for Poe to lash out like he usually did when he was upset, but he didn't. The burst of yelling and cursing the team was anxiously waiting for never came. Instead, he simply collapsed onto a storage box and with his head in his hands, he sobbed.

Finn watched his best friend, one who usually stood so strong and fiery, completely fall apart. Rey's heart ached in a way she didn't know it could, the thought that she'd caused this haunting her mind.

BB-8 slowly rolled over to Poe, letting out a series of confused beeps. "She's gone, buddy," Poe said in a broken voice. The small droid let out a high pitched whine mixed with sad beeps.

"This can't be for nothing," Finn finally spoke up, his voice soft as he struggled to speak through his own tears. "We can't let her die for nothing."

"She had the dagger with her, and without that. . ." Rey's voice was grim.

"So true, the inscription lives only in my memory now," C-3PO spoke up. All heads turned towards the droid. "Hang on, the inscription from the dagger is in your memory?" Finn asked.

"Yes master Finn, but the translation from a forbidden language cannot be retrieved, that is short of a complete redactive memory bypass. It is an extremely dangerous procedure usually performed by criminals."

"Alright, how do we do that?" Finn asked as if there was no question as to what the next step was.

"I know a black market droidsmith," Poe finally spoke up, his eyes glazed over and red. "He's on Kijimi." Poe didn't like the idea of going to Kijimi, but he didn't like the idea of you dying for nothing more.

"For Y/N," Finn said, giving Poe's shoulder a squeeze. "Yeah, for Y/N," Poe repeated, the sound of your name leaving a sad and bitter taste in his mouth.

Kijimi went just about how Poe thought it would. They had a rocky start, but in the end, they were able to retrieve the inscription from C-3PO's memory.

The droid's eyes glowed an ominous red as it recited the location to the Wayfinder.

"The Endor system? Where the last war ended?" Finn asked. No one had the opportunity to answer him as the entire building started shaking. Everyone shared concerned looks, but it was Rey who was the first to run outside to see what was causing the commotion.

"Ren's destroyer," she announced, looking up at the large, menacing ship. "He's here?" Finn asked, looking up at her. But Rey didn't answer, it seemed as though her entire body had gone stiff. "Y/N. . ." She spoke softly, but loud enough for Finn and Poe to hear.

"What about her?" Poe asked bitterly, your name sending a dagger through his heart.

"She's alive, she's on that ship," Rey turned around to face her friends.

"What?" Poe whispered, his voice cracking slightly. Tears stung the back of his eyes, but this time the tears weren't ones of sorrow. He felt a small glimmer of hope bubble up inside of him. He no longer slouched, his back straightening up and shoulders rolling back, Rey's words bringing a new light to his eyes.

"How is that possible?" Finn questioned.

"She must have been on a different transport," Rey spoke, her words still laced with disbelief.

"We have to go get her," Poe said eagerly, grabbing his things and looking around at the group. Everyone nodded in agreement, all except C-3PO, who sat confused, his only thought being to introduce himself.

"Yeah, that's gonna be a problem," Poe muttered, a little annoyed at their situation, but not even C-3PO's lost memory could damage his spirits. His head already fantasizing about seeing you again, creating multiple scenarios in his head.

Once everyone was ready, they rushed from Zorii's hideout, the girl following them just to be sure they made it to their ship.

"Thank you," Poe rushed out to Zorii once they'd reached their ship. He didn't plan on waiting for a response, but a grip on his forearm stopped him dead in his tracks. "Poe-" Zorii spoke up, only to be cut short.

"I'm sorry, I have to go, but you can come with us," He offered. Though his feelings for his past relationship were gone, he still cared about Zorii as a friend and leaving her behind just felt wrong. But Zorii shook her head, "I can't," she answered sadly, "But take this, it'll grant you passage to Ren's ship."

Poe stared at the shiny medallion, "I can't, it's yours-"

"Anyone two eyes and half a brain can see how much you care about this girl, it's worth more to you than it is to me."

Poe paused before lifting his hands and gently taking the medallion from Zorii, "Thank you," he breathed out, wrapping Zorii in a tight embrace. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Zorii chuckled a bit as she returned the hug before lightly pushing Poe towards his ship, "Now go, save your girl and win the war."

Poe nodded, mumbling one more 'thank you' before boarding the ship with the others.

Getting inside Ren's destroyer had been easier than anticipated, especially with the held of the medallion. However, searching the maze of a ship deemed a difficult task. It seemed as though with each hall they turned down there were more and more stormtroopers.

The next corner they turned no one had their blasters at the ready. Rey quickly jumped in front of Finn and Poe, waving her hand in front of the stormtroopers, "It is okay that we are here," she rushed out.

"It is okay that you're here," one of the troopers repeated.

"You're relieved that we're here."

"Oh thank God you're here," The trooper's shoulders relaxed and he lowered his blaster to his side, as did the other.

"Does she do that to us?" Poe asked, a little confused as to what exactly just happened. Rey just ignored him, instead, she asked the troopers for where you were being held, which they gladly provided.

It was a mad dash to the room you were in, the name of the room being "Interrogation room #6" worrying him.

At some point, Rey ran off on her own, but when Finn tried to follow her Poe gripped his arm, "We need to find Y/N, Rey can handle herself." Chewie howled in agreement with Poe, and Finn knew better than to argue with his friends.

It didn't take long to reach the room you were being held in and even less to shoot the lock on the door and bust in. Poe winced as he entered the familiar room, the dark lighting and metal chair-like structure sending painful memories of his time spent being tortured by Kylo Ren. He didn't even want to imagine what you must have been through, though sadly he could.

Poe quickly shook all thoughts that plagued his mind, you were the only thing that mattered right now. Nothing else. He approached the chair slowly, scared that what he finds might not be what he hoped for.

His heart sank when he saw your unconscious form strapped down to the chair by restraints. A bruise had already formed on the left side of your face, just over your cheekbone. There was a bloody cut that stretched across your right temple which was beginning to form its own bruise, and a trail of blood trickled down and dripped onto your shirt from your nose. Your chest moved up and down slowly as you took in shallow breaths. Poe didn't even want to imagine what the parts of you he couldn't see looked like.

Poe gently placed his shaking hands on either side of your cheeks, cupping your face. The pad of his thumb lightly brushed over you bruise, examining it. "Y/N," he spoke softly, "Y/N, baby please wake up."

Your entire body suddenly tensed up as your struggled against your restraints, prompting Poe to quickly pull his hands away from you, terrified he hurt you.

"No, please. . ." You mumbled, not fully awake, your eyes screwed shut. "Please. . . Don't."

"We need to get her out of these restraints," Poe instructed, trying his best to hide the panic in his voice. Chewie let out a wail, pressing a red button on the wall adjacent to the chair. There was a hissing sound followed by a click as your restraints popped open.

You blinked your eyes a bit at the noise and sudden release of pressure on your wrists and ankles. A familiar face came into view as you blinked away the hazy glaze from your eyes.

"Poe?" You whispered, not quite sure if Kylo Ren was playing tricks on your mind again or not.

"It's me, baby, you're okay." He said, helping you out of the metal chair and pulling you into his arms. One arm wrapped around your waist as the other held the back of your head, your cheeks resting against his chest. You winced as he accidentally pressed against your bruised ribcage, but in all honesty, you didn't care. You were just relieved to be back in his arms, and Poe was more than happy to have you there.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled into your hair, "I shouldn't have let you go out there alone."

"It's not your fault, you couldn't have known."

"Guys I really hate to break up the moment, but we gotta go!" Finn rushed out, earning a bellow of agreement from Chewie.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay," Poe said, pulling away from the embrace. "Can you walk?"

You nodded, however as soon as you took the first step forward your head started spinning and your vision blurred. You quickly reached out and gripped Poe's arm to stop yourself from losing balance. Poe instinctively caught you, holding up the majority of your weight.

"Chewie!" Poe called out, gesturing to you. The Wookie swiftly placed your arm around his waist, and wrapped a furry arm around your back and under your arm, holding you up.

Poe and Finn walked ahead of you, blasters at the ready, inspecting each hallway for hostiles. You limped behind them, Chewie helping you walk by holding you upright.

And after Poe being shot, all four of you nearly being executed, only to be saved by an unlikely ally, you made it to the Millennium Falcon.

Chewie gently set you down on the small cot in Poe's quarters while Finn rushed to the cockpit, trying his best to remember everything Poe had taught him about flying. Chewie soon joined him, helping him get the Falcon in the air so they could go find Rey.

Poe stayed with you in his quarters, sorting through a med pack to find supplies to bandage and clean your wounds. A soft groan escaped your throat as the ship took a sharp turn, harshly shaking the cot you were laying on, sending a wave of pain through your body.

Poe wet a cloth and started dabbing at the dried blood on your temple. You let out a hiss as the sudden contact stung. Poe slipped his free hand into yours, attempting to provide any form of comfort he could.

"What did they do to you?" Poe asked as he moved to clean the blood from under your nose. The question wasn't directed towards you, more of Poe just thinking out loud. However, his question still sent a chill up your spine as you began to replay the horrible things Kylo Ren and his minions did to get information out of you. You were able to refrain from giving them anything up until Kylo Ren used the force to crawl around in your mind. The pain was indescribable.

"Hey, it's okay," Poe comforted, stopping what he was doing. He'd noticed the grimace on your face and how you tensed up when he brought up his question. "You're safe, he can't hurt you."

You nodded weakly, waiting for the horrible thoughts to pass as Poe got back to work.

Poe worked quickly to clean and bandage your wounds, finishing up a matter of minutes. While he packed up the medical kit, you attempted to sit up, but the action proved to be a bit more painful than you anticipated. You inhaled sharply as a sharp pain exploded from your side, your hand instinctively flew to your bruised ribcage, holding it as if that would help the pain subside.

"Here, let me help," Poe said softly when he noticed your struggle. He placed a hand on your back and the other lightly grabbed your arm as he pulled you to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Your hand still clutched your side as you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the pain to dissipate.

The bed sank beside you as Poe took a seat beside you, his hand rubbing comforting circle in your back. You leaned into him, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

"Do you want something for the pain," he asked, there was a bit of tension in his voice as he tried to hold back tears, he hated seeing you in so much pain. "No, it'll pass. I'm fine." And eventually, it did, leaving you relieved and a bit more cautious about how you moved.

You lifted your head from Poe's shoulder, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile graced his lips and his hand moved from your back to your neck, his thumb resting on your jaw. "I thought I'd lost you," he said in a shaky voice, tears threatening to spill. "And it made me realize you're the one thing I can't live without."

You wrapped your fingers around Poe's arm, just below his wrist, rubbing small circles in the back of his hand with the pad of your thumb.

"I can't lose you," his voice cracked as his eyes glazed over with tears.

"You won't, I promise," you confirmed.

Poe pulled you into him, gently pressing his lips to yours. His hand slid down from your neck to your waist, his other hand finding it's way to your hip. He pulled you into his lap, breaking the kiss to fully envelop you in a hug, careful not to touch your bruised side. One arm kept hold of your waist while the other crossed your back, his hand placed on your shoulder. Poe rested his head in the crook of your neck, holding you close.

You rested a hand on his back while the other held the back of his head. You lightly ran your fingers through his messy curls.

You let out a sigh of content, finally feeling at ease being in Poe's arms. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

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the way your skin shines under the moonlight TEASER

Coming: idk, this weekend, depending on how you guys like it.

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Summary: You never thought you were going to be a runaway bride, but when you finally have enough of your fiancé, you become one, leaving all the heartbreak behind you. Until your ex, Tom, chases after you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: angst, swearing, typos i didn’t catch

A/N: alright, boo boos, the teaser is here. i hope u enjoy it, the full thing is almost done, i just wanna see if y’all like this idea/plot. also, i was listening to knew better (pt. 2) by bebe Ariana while writing this so it’s a little inspired by the lyrics.

Tom was nervous to say the least, he was fiddling with his hands as he anxiously stared at the clouds by his window. He wasn’t sure if chasing after you to Cancun was the best course of action because, if he was being honest, he was scared you would reject him again, and this time he would lose you permanently. Regret washed over him as he remembered he was the reason there was a large void between the two of you. You and Tom had been best friends since diapers, but it soon developed into something more than friends during high school. Tom could vividly remember when he had kissed you for the first time. He was driving you home after your date had blown you off. His heart took control before his head could warn him as he stared into your beautiful eyes, so he kissed you. From then on, you and Tom lived in a happy relationship, but it was soon shattered to tiny pieces, along with your heart, when Tom broke it off with you, saying he couldn’t be tied down anymore since he had girl after girl chasing him and praising the ground he walked on.

You and Tom were sitting on the couch watching Tangled. His arm rested on your shoulders while your hand was on his stomach, and your head was laying on his chest. His leg was bouncing up and down like he was anxious and his heart was beating a thousand miles per hour.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” You asked him softly, placing your hand on his thigh as you turned to look at him, a concerned expression on your face. He shook his head, standing up as if he had something to say.

“Tom?” You tilted your head, trying to read him.

“I wanna break up.” He said dryly.

You felt your heart stop, thinking this was a sick joke or the worst nightmare you could have ever envisioned.

“W-what?” You stuttered in disbelief.

“I-I wanna break up.” Tom repeated.

“Why?” You frowned. You had been together since you were sixteen. Why was he trying to break up now? He was always happy with you, or at least you thought so. Everyone had always told you that he was whipped for you because the look in his eyes gave it away whenever he looked at you. Guess everyone was wrong, including you.

“I just—well, I wanna see other people, you know? We’ve been together since high school, we haven’t seen anyone else, so I just wanna try new things. And you know there’s plenty of girls hitting on me, so I just wanna try it.” He spoke honestly, waiting for your reaction.

You didn’t know what to feel. On one side you felt pissed because he was breaking up a five year long relationship because he wanted to sleep around with other girls? What an asshole. And on the other hand, you felt your heart break into tiny pieces because he was breaking up with you because he wanted to get laid with someone other than you? Were you not enough? Had you not satisfied him enough? You wanted to cry, but you had too much pride to let an asshole see that he was hurting you.

“Y/N, please, say something.” He pleaded.

“Well, what do you want me to say, Tom? ‘Hey, it’s cool, go sleep around as much you’d like it’s not like it feels like my heart is being stabbed over and over again? Yeah, man, let other girls fuck you senseless so they can get you off the way I couldn’t.’” You responded sarcastically, voice breaking the more you spoke. You paused, staring at the white walls blankly. “Did you cheat on me?” You asked, eyes narrowing, anger lacing your voice.

Tom shook his head frantically. “No! I would never I just—“ you shook your head, holding your finger up, silently telling him to stop talking.

As you began to gather your things to leave and never come back, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the pain become increasingly overwhelming. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your lemon scent for what would most likely be the last time.

“Baby, come on, I still love you.” Tom spoke softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Just not enough to stay.” You snapped, wiping the tears that had managed to escape off your eyes before shoving him away from you.

“I’ll always come back to you, okay? I want to marry you and grow old with you. I just wanna try other things.”

“So, I’m just supposed to wait around for you alone while someone else lays in your bed?” Tom stayed quiet, tears clouding his vision. You scoffed, completely livid. “Unbelievable.” You muttered. You always took care of him, loved him, supported him and he couldn’t even love you properly? Coward. You knew better than to stay or wait around for someone like him because you were smart. You knew better.

“You know what, Thomas?” Oh, shit. It was at this moment Tom knew, he fucked up. “I don’t care. Do whatever you fuckin’ please, but just know that you could get laid as many times as you would like, you could have all the hoes in the world at your feet, but none of them are going to know you like I do, none of them are going to please you like I do. No one--I promise you--no one is going to love you like I do, ‘cause ain’t nobody like me, boy. You would know that if you knew better, but you don’t know shit, so I’ll do better.” You sneered at the boy in front of you, throwing your engagement ring at him.

With that, you left Tom to stand alone and frozen, feeling his heart stop before slowly and painfully sinking to the bottom of his stomach. He knew that he would regret his actions later by the way his heart was aching. The pain was suffocating him, so he did what he had wanted to do, the reason he lost you. He drank his sorrows away before starting a new life of pleasure and hidden heartache.

Tom winced as the painful memory replayed in his mind. God, he was so stupid. He had forgotten your words, and one day he had enough of his lifestyle, so he ran back to you, only to have his heart broken when you told him someone else was now your forever, you were enganged to a man that wasn’t him, Darien. He felt his blood boil at the thought of the bastard. Seeing Darien belittle and torment you made his stomach bubble with anger. So, Tom made it his job to interfere in your relationship with Darien whenever he could. Stealing you from his arms during slow dances at his lavish parties and your wedding rehersal, sitting next to you, interrupting your conversations; he loved watching the entitiled asshole hold his tongue to stop himself from yelling and embarrassing his family in front of the high class society you were forced to live in was the highlight of Tom’s day. You would roll your eyes or scoff, but Tom could see the relief in your eyes, your body language was also a dead giveaway that you were glad someone had stepped in before your fiancé became too much for you to handle all by yourself. Tom would grin as he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaving Darien behind all alone.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Tom dug around his pocket, looking for the ring you gave back to him all those years ago. You hadn’t talked to him during the time you spent apart, and everytime he tried to reach out, he was left on read, that is until you blocked him on every platform you could think of. Missing you was the worst punishment he could have ever gone through, but he knew he deserved it. When you walked out the door to your old apartment, he was left with nothing but pictures to remember you, until he found the ring once again after a night of drinking his pain away. He had it turned into a necklace, he wanted to keep it until he was able to win you back so you could marry him and grow old with him. Tom placed the silver chain around his neck, feeling a wave of nostalgia and sadness take over him. There were too many emotions swirling throughout him, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to take them on for much longer. If he couldn’t convince you to love him again, even after he broke your heart, then he would lose you forever, his hopes and dreams would be shattered to live the rest of his life miserable. He was exhausted so he let his head rest by the plane’s window before falling into a deep slumber.

A/N: pretty pls, tell me what you think, pls bc I’m so skeptical about this fic I need reassurance, y’all. I love y’all😊

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Written In The Stars XXIX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Here’s ya boi Erick!! This is how I pictured him from 11 to 13y/o– If you know what references I’m doing I’ll be very embarrassed cause I’m not subtle at all but I hope you guys don’t know bc then I’ll be free of shame lmao. Sidenote- Do you know how freaking hard it was to find a gif where he looks this young? Most gifs he’s about 14-17 which is very useful cause I might need them for later, but c’mon I needed a baby Erick! So this is the best I could do lol, Enjoy!

Words: 2,569

Warnings: Too much cuteness. Kids are crushing and they don’t know what to do with all those feelings.

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Chapter Eleven: Secret Intentions.

Mel kept sending nervous glances at the Slytherin table during breakfast, eagerly waiting for the mail to arrive.

As promised, she hadn't told her friends who or how was she going to find out about what Malfoy said in his common room, she couldn't just walk up to Erick and ask him, so she'd written a short note asking him to meet her after breakfast and gave it to an owl that seemed conflicted with the fact that the girl was asking it to deliver a letter to someone who was inside the school.

She was anxiously eating everything she could just to have something to do and distract herself. Mel used to eat a lot when she was nervous, and Harry soon took notice of this.

"What are you going to do?" He whispered so neither Ron or Hermione could hear.

"I..." The owls arrived just in time, Mel followed them with her eyes fixed on one owl specifically, with black feathers on top of its head.

It landed right in front of Erick's plate, he looked at it curiously and took the note, reading it quickly. His eyes shoot up and found Mel's, a short nod was her only answer.

"I have to go-" Mel said tensely, standing up from her place, "to the bathroom."

"You alright?" Hermione asked her.

"Just ate too much- see you in class!"

She walked out of the Great Hall and straight into one the narrow halls that took her to the courtyard, at the time it was empty, all the students were currently having breakfast, since the weather was starting to get too cold to spend the mornings outside the castle.

She paced up and down the archway, planning on how to ask her friend about the heir without sounding too insulting.

"I must say," Erick said as soon as he arrived, "it's a nice change to be the one receiving notes"

Mel turned to face him, the note was on his hand and he wore an amused expression. He seemed to be in a good mood... and Mel was going to ruin it.

"I have to ask you a question, but I don't know how to ask it without being rude"

Erick's smile fade.

"Try me."

"My friends and I have been talking about what's been going on..."

"Of course you have..."

"And- well- it's just- we think..." Mel huffed, unable to say the rights things, "it just makes sense that the heir is one of your housemates"

A dreadful second passed.

"Really?" He pretended to be surprised. "Why's that?"

"If Slytherin's the one who made the chamber, the heir must be a Slytherin too, so shouldn't they be in his house as well?"

"Sharing blood is not the same as sharing a house," Erick replied shortly.

"What do you mean?"

"The heir could be in any house," He sat down at the base of a column, "it surprises me that you're the one that's asking me this"

"I'm not asking out of ignorance," Mel stated, "we think that certain someone might be it. I'm not saying your whole house is the problem. I asked you to come here so I could ask you about this person in particular."

"Then ask."

"Malfoy," Mel retorted, "he seemed especially happy when we found Mrs Norris hanging... has he mentioned something else about it now?"

"I have no idea," When he saw Mel's expression, he softened his tone. "I mean it, I don't say it to upset you. I don't spend much time in the common room nowadays..."

"Why?" Mel sat beside him.

"Malfoy’s not the only the one who's happy about this," He said in disgust, "you wouldn't believe the things I've heard lately..."

"You haven't heard anything in particular?"

"Not that I'm eager to participate in their discussions," he said, "and I don't pay much attention to what they say most of the time- I swear I'm not lying-"

"I believe you," Mel sighed, "I'm sorry you have to hear those awful things"

"I'm sorry I'm not being helpful," He showed a tiny, sad smile, "but if it makes you feel better, I'm not good for anything lately... It'd be a bit ironic if I helped the heir– out of all people..."

"What do you mean?"

Erick huffed, mist coming out of his mouth and nose from the icy weather.

"You'll laugh."

"I won't.”

He glanced at her and for the first time, Mel noticed uncertainty. Something in his expression showed that he was afraid.

She stretched her hand hesitantly but stopped half-way. Would it be too much? Perhaps. She lowered it and tucked it in her pocket.

Erick gathered the courage to continue, shivering lightly from more than just the freezing air.

"My family lives near a farm– several, actually– but that one's closer than the others–" He shook his head, "I’m not allowed to leave the house when I'm back from school, my whole life was inside the house."

Mel stayed silent, afraid of saying the wrong thing that would make him stop talking.

"Then one day my mum asked me to pick something from the garden– it was just a moment– but then..." He took a deep breath, she could tell he was immensely affected by the memory. "There was this girl nearby... she was..."

Mel stared at the boy intently. The way Erick had said it, she knew. The way he blushed and stuttered, she knew what he'd felt when he saw the girl.

"When did this happen?"

"A year ago," He fumbled with his hands. "I didn't mean to, but she was just there, walking near the fence... My father was away and my brother was sleeping, there was no way my mum–" He shook his head, terribly conflicted. "I talked to her only for a second– I shouldn't have, but it was only a second..."

"What's her name?"

"Anne," She was sure he didn't mean to, but he smiled when he said it.

"Anne?" Mel beamed. "It's beautiful..."

"And not allowed," Erick looked back at her. "Not in my family, at least. She's not even a witch– She's just– She's-"

"A muggle," Mel sighed. "But you like her?"

"I don't know," Her friend replied. "What happened... that's why I decided to befriend you. I don’t know if you think you’re happy, but you look happy most of the time and you lived your whole life as muggle until you found out you were a witch, right? I thought you'd help me see that... that muggles aren't what my family says they are."

"What do they say?"

"Same as Malfoy," He stood up hastily and leaned on the archway, looking away from her. "Same as everyone in that bloody house–" His eyes went back to hers, pleading. "I don't know who the heir is, but I hope you and your friends find a way to stop them."

"And?"

"Nothing," Said Mel, voice hoarse, "my plan was unsuccessful."

"Brilliant," Ron huffed, leaning back on the chair, "We only have one option now, but if I'm honest, this Polyjuice stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me. What if we were stuck looking like three of the Slytherins forever?"

"It wears off after a while," said Hermione impatiently. "But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult. Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions and it's bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library."

"Hard to see why we'd want the book, really," said Ron, "if we weren't going to try and make one of the potions."

"I think," said Hermione, "that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory, we might stand a chance..."

"Oh, come on, no teacher's going to fall for that," said Ron. "They'd have to be really thick..."

Mel and Ron shared a look, a smile appearing on their faces.

"Lockhart."

Lockhart was a brainless wizard- but oh, did Mel enjoy Harry's acting whenever Lockhart asked him for help to reenact his doings.

This time he was a lovely little werewolf, and Mel was having the time of her life.

"I'm- oh my- I'm about to pee my pants-" She whispered to Ron, covering her mouth with both hands and shaking in her chair, "I shouldn't, I really shouldn't be laughing-"

"Poor Harry," Ron agreed, but he was also holding back, "I hope this is worth it, cause if Lockhart doesn't sign Harry'll be pissed."

"Oh, he'll agree," Mel replied, "he won't say no to his dearest student- oh look! Harry's howling..."

Both kids sank in their chairs, laughing to the scene unfolding in front of them. They were quiet, but anyone who'd be paying attention could see their little figures trembling with contained chortles. It was a relief that Lockhart was too busy being the star of his own show.

The bell rang and everyone rushed to gather their things.

"Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"

"Oh no, what would I do without it?" Mel snorted, picking her bag and looking at Harry with a teasing smile on her face, "There he is! You've got some skills, Glasses, what an actor you are-"

"Don't mention it," Harry glared at her, "not a word about this in the future, understood?"

"I won't say a word unless you give a good reason," She grinned, standing in front of him.

"I'll try to keep you happy," He nodded.

They stood there just looking at each other for a few seconds, then Harry's eyes flicked to the side and his smile dropped.

"Right," He cleared his throat, "ready?"

"If you're done ogling at Mel, yes," Ron raised his eyebrows.

"He was not... ogling" Mel suddenly felt very interested in the zipper of her bag.

"Ready?" Harry whispered.

"Wait till everyone's gone," said Hermione nervously. "All right..."

She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Harry, Mel, and Ron right behind her.

"Er - Professor Lockhart? I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading. But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms-"

"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" said Lockhart, taking the note, "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes," Hermione's attitude changed drastically. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer -"

"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help- and of course, you could help Miss Dumbledore to improve as well- she barely participates at all during class- I believe she's having a hard time retaining information," said Lockhart 'secretively' to Hermione, as if Mel wasn't right there.

He signed the paper and gave it back.

"So, Harry," said Lockhart. "Tomorrow's the first Quidditch match of the season, I believe? Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not? I hear you're a useful player. I was a Seeker, too. I was asked to try for the National Squad, but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces. Still, if ever you feel the need for a little private training, don't hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players..."

"I don't believe it," Harry said as the three of them examined the signature on the note once they were outside, "He didn't even look at the book we wanted."

"That's because he's a brainless git," said Ron. "But who cares, we've got what we needed -"

"He is not a brainless git," said Hermione shrilly as they approached the library.

"Just because he said you were the best student of the year-"

"Hermione, he practically called me stupid right at my face," Mel was already used to his insults, she couldn't bring herself to care anymore, "Sure, I may not be the brightest, but that doesn't mean I can't tell one end of my wand from the other-"

"You're not dumb," Harry interrupted, "and you don't need extra help at all"

"I know that," She smiled, "don't worry, I'm not vexed about this, I decided to just mute him out"

Mel and Hermione hurried inside. The little girl didn't get to see Ron's teasing smile, or Harry trying and failing to kick the boy's ankle.

"Moste Potente Potions?" she repeated suspiciously, trying to take the note from Hermione; but Hermione wouldn't let go.

"I was wondering if I could keep it," she said breathlessly.

"Oh, come on," said Ron, wrenching it from her grasp and thrusting it at Madam Pince. "We'll get you another autograph. Lockhart'll sign anything if it stands still long enough."

Now in Moaning Myrtle's toilets, the children decided to start to review the plan.

"Here it is," Hermione pointed to the page and everyone leaned in to read it, "this is the most complicated potion I've ever seen. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, and knotgrass... Well, they're easy enough, they're in the student store- cupboard, we can help ourselves... Oooh, look, powdered horn of a bicorn - don't know where we're going to get that - shredded skin of a boomslang- that'll be tricky, too and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into."

"Excuse me?" said Ron. "What d'you mean, a bit of whoever we're changing into? I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it -"

"We don't have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last..."

"D'you realize how much we're going to have to steal, Hermione? Shredded skin of a boomslang, that's definitely not in the students' cupboard. What're we going to do, break into Snape's private stores? I don't know if this is a good idea..." Harry shook his head in worry.

"Well, if you two are going to chicken out, fine," Hermione said. "I don't want to break rules, you know. I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion. But if you don't want to find out if it's Malfoy, I'll go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in"

Perhaps the boys couldn't see it, but Mel knew why Hermione was being so aggressive. She was a muggle-born- The girl was scared, even if she didn't want to admit it, she feared for her life.

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be persuading us to break rules," said Ron. "All right, we'll do it. But not toenails, okay?"

Mel, who had taken the book while her friends were arguing, suddenly realized the next problem.

"Mione," She looked up, "how long do you think it'll take?"

"Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days... I'd say it'd be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients."

"A month?" Ron's eyes widened, "Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle-borns in the school by then! ...But it's the best plan we've got, so full steam ahead, I say."

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thorsstorms · 5 years

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Touch Me

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Thor hasn’t tried to contact, what is life like with out him?

Warning: ANGST!, Sad Thor. Acohol abuse Mention, LOTS OF SMUT +18!! This is really just pure smut, something I never do. so enjoy touch deprived Thor.

A/N: This is the third (and last) part to Drunk Me, one of my favorites. Also, I always picture Thor with long hair in these. I wrote Drunk Me pre endgame (im psychic I know) but was stuck on long hair Thor bc who isn’t.

Masterlist. - Drunk Me - Sober Me

“Thor,” I called for him, opening his bedroom door. I just got off work, but he never left my mind today. I woke up determined. I figure dinner with him is enough to present a proposition.

“My love,” he called from the bathroom. When he opened the door, steam rolled out. He was fresh out of the shower. Skin glistening from the shining lights around the mirror behind him. “Forgive me, I was in the gym for hours.”

“Not a problem,” I had to fix my gaze away from his skin that I missed so much. “I picked up some dinner, meet me?”

“Of course.”

I turn on the TV, automatically searching for something on netflix, background noise at most. He used to like to watch FRIENDS with me, so I settled on it. A few chinese take out boxes were on the table, ready for him whenever, but was I? I stared ahead from my spot on the couch waiting to eat. The sun was setting out the windows, leaving an orange hue to dance across the room. His eyes were always a catch this time of day, the contrast was impeccable.

“Smells so good, Love.” He walked into the room fully clothed, to my dismay. “Thank you.” Clapping a friendly warm hand over my shoulder before trecking around the couch to sit beside me. He smells so delightful, a smell I used to bask in, drink in every night. It was signature, nothing would compare.

I kicked my shoes off and curled my legs onto the couch, pulling a blanket from the back rest. They were a must in the cold open room, especially when he is not as close as I want him to be, not close enough to keep me warm.

“Pick what you want, I’m not too hungry.” He leaned forward, lining up three boxes without even looking. I wanted to fast forward twenty minutes. The time was not too slow with my favorite show to capture my attention, but I took the liberty of laying across the couch, my head on his thigh. I do not have to look at him this way and feel a sharp yearning in my heart. I can feel him and his closeness, his proximity, but I do not have to look at him.

“Baby are you going to eat?” He questioned, almost concerned. I had been quiet, but I just want to touch him, its physically making me ache and I cannot stand it any longer. Who can have an appetite with that?

“No, I’m not hungry,” I mumble, adjusting my head and pulling the blanket over my shoulder.

“Love, what’s wrong?” What is left of the food is discarded onto the table and he sat back with a sigh. A small spike of anxiousness flooded through me, down to my core when I look at him again. He was just curious, that is all. And he has done so good at telling me what he is thinking, it is only fair that I do as well. It is hard, I will give him that.

Sitting up to face him is so much harder than not looking into his curious eyes.

My hand reaches the side of his head when he looks at me like that. Like I am his only source of muscle that makes his heart beat on time. Like I hung the stars in the sky, curious and worried. Its endearing, comes with a feeling that no other would be able to give me. A feeling of love, rush, excitement, nervousness, and curiosity of my own when his head leans into my touch. It was subtle but by senses had zeroed in on it. A small experimental circle of my fingers and his eyelids fall closed, he did it again. Arms falling lax in his lap.

“I miss you,” I whisper and his electric blues meet mine, freezing me.

“I’m right here.” He keens, seeming to wake up slightly from my touch.

“No, Thor.” Of course, he is right here with me. I see him, but I want to feel him. My body works on its own accord, finding myself working to straddle his thighs. I just want to be close to him, that is all. “No, I miss you.” I speak with as much conviction I can muster, though a rush from the bold move makes my brain slightly fuzzy, tipsy on him.

His shoulders drop, tension gone when his hands settle where they are always meant to be, on me, my skin that itches for him and feels like fire under his hands. As if it was involuntary, his head drops back into my hands that curled around the base of his skull, entangling my fingers into his hair. It was not even anything sexual, just a need to be touched.

“Really?” He begs for the reassurance. Practically purring into the massage of my fingertips around his neck.

“Yes, really. I need you, I love you.” He watches me with wide eyes at my confession, not knowing how to respond, luckily I have got that figured out. I leaned into him, my lips meeting his in a searing kiss. It is all I longed for, for so long. For his hands to dig under my shirt so he can feel my soft skin, all for him. He was quick to react, quick to draw out a strangled moan from his throat, not hiding his longing to be loved like this. To do good by me and make me know he’s changed for us both.

His emotions were pouring out in waves, cradling me to him as if I would want to be anywhere else at the moment. Lips and teeth and tongue clash in the heat, he cannot get enough. I was here and I was not leaving this time, he was not going to give a reason to.

I need to breath, heaving from our exchange but he does not want to waste one single moment of his lips on my skin. Drawing them across my jaw in open mouthed kisses, across my neck in a heating rush to taste my skin. It was all he had worked for. He worked against his own mind for this trophy, this mark of success.

I whined against the pull of his lips once again marking me as his. It’s been too long. “Please, Thor, please.” I do not exactly know what I want, all I know is that I want him, all of him, this is what I wanted.

Just please don’t stop.

“Shh, baby. I’m here.” He promised his heart away, memorizing my decollete like it had changed in the months of his absence, lips across my throat, collar bones, down to my chest his lips traveled. “I’ll take care of you. I’m here.”

I met his lips again, clinging to him as he held my legs in place, standing from the couch and blindly walking to the hallway. His promises whispered like burning secrets, and couldn’t force myself to do much but listen and drink them in and store them inside me.

Only mere seconds before he laid me against those ever so soft sheets of his unmade bed. I was right. My shirt needed to be gone to feel the soft sheets against my skin, and they were so soft, just like I had imagined. Or maybe I was biased with his lips drawing across my breasts, swiftly losing my bra in the process. I could not think, only feel his touch, feel his skin. My hands made their own work of his shirt, his body hot against mine. The distracting assault of his lips left my hands to wander his arms, cradle his head against me.

Don’t ever stop, please.

“I need you, please, I need you.” My voice was too breathless, I am not sure he can understand me. He must have, my skirt sliding away, panties all the same. Burning kisses followed a pattern down my abdomen. Where I want him, where I was heating for touch.

Just touch me everywhere.

I was offering myself to him, waiting for him to take. I know he needs it just as much as I do, he has to. And he takes.

His arm weighed down my bucking hips for friction, basking in the sight of my slick all for him. I have waited too long. One thick strip of his tongue across my cunt, basking in the taste he had been starved of, is all he needs to flip his switch. Groaning in the familiarity that he longed to feel, my twitching from his tongue, my hands in his hair pulling, pleading for more. It was a drug, I can be his fix. It is almost a punch of air out of my lungs, lurching forward for hands in his hair to ground myself.

“Ohh,” I whisper, eyes falling shut at the feeling. I am so close already, my blood thrumming in my veins from the first touch of his mouth, ready to burst. His hands designated to my thighs, parting them in favor of him tasting me with soothing strokes of his tongue. His eyes close, lashes fanned on his cheeks as he kisses me there, relishing in it. He groans quietly into the soft skin of my thigh when he comes up for a breathe, pressing a sticky kiss there.

I am quivering hot to the touch while he eats me out slowly with the velvet slide of his tongue, sounding off soft little grunts of pleasure. I watched as his hips turned to bunch against the bed, for friction. He is hard for me, all for me and it makes my mouth water.

“I want you so badly,” I whisper to him. It makes tears prick my eyes but I blink them away. He feels it, he has to feel this invisible force stirring and drawing us together. The soft pulses of his lips work, closing around, and it shocks me. The sight undoes me too fast, I tried to hold on, tried to stay there, but a second of lost focus folded me in, my walls clenching, gushing on his face. The coil gave, tipping over the edge throwing my body into a pool of tingles and heat. My head dropping in syruppy pleasure.

Before my vision could clear he was leaning over me, naked in his glory. My hands went to him, I just want to touch him all the time, be close. His eyes are still dark, making him look almost feral for me to wrap my arms around his body as he loses himself while buried to the hilt. We need it.

My heart lurches, stuttering in my chest at his heavy cock dropping on my heat as he leans in for a meeting of clashing lips, begging for attention. I curl my hand around him with a tightly wound fist, he hisses into the kiss, leaving to teeth at my jaw, down my neck and throat.

I guide him to my entrance, crying out as he breaches my soaking hole. “Please, Thor. Oh, God.” He presses in further, stretching my walls around him. A pinch is masked by his words of yearning for this, for working towards this, words of his proclamation to love me and do right by us both.

He sits deep, drawing out a slow drag against my tight walls before sinking in again. My moans are exclaimed, he takes them with his mouth over mine, breathing in the lick of pleasure. The drag is torture, sending shocks of pleasure after not being touched by him for so long. The sink of his tip to the hilt, knocking me in just the right spot to send a black image through my brain, emptying out all thoughts in exchange for him occupying my every thought and stealing my soul. The sink has got to be worse than the drag out, impaling, grinding and stretching all the right spots, it is sinful.

He groans, ragged as my hands press into his shoulders from behind, my legs wrapping him to hold hostage. His hips rut against mine in the most delicious sense, his muscle rubbing into my clit with fire. I cannot last long underneath him, not with his rhythm guiding me to come again all too quickly.

My eyes struggle to remain on his, unwillingly fluttering away on a wave of pleasure, taking me away from his glistening skin. The sound of his narrow breathes, clenching around his driven need to protect that no one understands but him, the heat fans over me in shaking draws.

My eyes come back with the sear of his lips and teeth, drawing me back to the surface. His skin is reddened, crawling up his chest and neck, thrusting out small grunts as if he does not know he is making them. He is lost in my touch. Primal and drowning in my taste and tight squeeze. It was a sight to come apart to.

I am dropped into a second, coming hard while he drills and rutts deep over and over again, his huffs stuttered when he feels my walls contract tightly over him, proving to be too much.

He moans deep and heavy into my neck sending vibrations down my spine, only adding to my shaking orgasm thats rolling through in big heavy waves. I clutch him close, guiding his face to mine, opening for him and trading trembling kisses back and forth.

A relief of mind floods through us both. He pressed through my aftershocks, legs twitching slightly before drawing out and laying himself beside me, his chest rising and falling hypnotically. He does not go far for long, his hand cradling my jaw for a close proximity, pressing his forehead to mine. He wants to be near, I want to be a part of him somehow, eyes closing in exhaustion and mind almost sailing away too soon.

“Thor,” I murmur. A tremble wrecks through my body, the last of the shocks from an extreme high, and he presses his lips to my forehead.

“Im here, Love.”

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piss-hands-blog · 5 years

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heyheyHEY u got that tasty,,, SHIGADABI PLANE OMO YOU PROMISED US-- Okay real talk tho. I love your work so much.? Like sure your fics are short but!! Thats fine bc i love them anyway. Please take my uwus

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Here it is!

((Shigadabi omo! Pining and getting together, as well as the classic omorashi.

Omorashi = pants wetting, don’t like? Don’t read.

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“Are you all ready to leave?” Kurogiri calls out, waiting at the front door with all of the League’s luggage. All For One, being the odd person he is, had sent the five top members of the League Of Villains - Dabi, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Toga And Twice - on a vacation for a bonding exercise. None of them had ever been overseas before, being in an illegal organisation and all, so they were looking forward to it. The only thing they weren’t looking forward to was the aeroplane ride there, which would take 8 and a half hours in total. Being stuck in a flying tube of metal all day wasn’t exactly anybody’s idea of fun, after all.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get outta here,” Dabi grumbles, followed by a cheery shout of “We’re coming, Giri!” From Toga. Shigaraki waits beside Kurogiri, tapping his foot anxiously.

“C’mon, you idiots, we’re gonna miss our flight,” Shigaraki groans.

“Calm your tits, Shiggy. They’re coming.” Dabi laughs, patting Shigaraki on the back. He smirks as the blue haired man glares at him, but looks away quickly when their eyes connect.

Suddenly, Twice comes tumbling down the stairs, screaming.“Yes! We are on our way! Also!” His voice switches. “We won’t be out the door in the next five minutes. Oh, and we’ll totally miss our flight.” Twice stands up and skips out the door, with the rest of the league closely following, Kurogiri carrying their luggage.

The car ride was short, and with minimal banter, as was booking in and entering the plane. Now for the hard part - 8 or so hours of hell.

As Dabi boarded the plane and found his seat with the rest of the LoV, he felt a twinge in his abdomen, which had been reoccurring since they’d left the house an hour ago. He debated going to the bathroom, but ultimately, he decided he could hold it. He took his seat next to a nervous Shigaraki, not bothering with his seatbelt just yet. It was 30 seconds before the League were all seated, and the speakers were blaring with the sound of an old man’s raspy voice.

“This is your pilot speaking. Welcome, passengers, to our flight from Japan to Hawaii! Before we take off, we have a small announcement. It is a rarely windy day today, and as a consequence of such we may have more turbulence with us. This should not be an issue - though, passengers will need to stay seated unless absolutely necessary.” There is a soft murmur that ripples throughout the plane, and Dabi sighs worriedly. This was going to be a long flight. There is a small chime from the speakers, and the seatbelt lights flicker on. Dabi rolls his eyes and fastened his seatbelt, hoping the take off doesn’t take too long.

Luckily, with only a few bumps and mildly alarming sounds, they were in the air. The seatbelt light flickers off, and Dabi almost got up to go to the bathroom, before whipping his head around to look, and seeing the long line. He undid his seatbelt and pulled out his phone, waiting for the line to shrink.

“Oi, Dabi.” Shigaraki pokes Dabi’s shoulder. Dabi glares at him,

“What do you want, crusty?” Shigaraki puts a hand on his heart at this comment.

“You know what, raisin? I’m not gonna tell you now.” Shigaraki sits back in his seat, a slight blush on his cheeks. Dabi flips him off, pretending not to notice, and goes back to his phone. He barely manages to unlock it before a chime sounds for passengers to sit down and put seatbelts on.

“What? Aww, Giri, I don’t wanna put my seatbelt back on already, it’s too tight…” Toga grumbles. Kurogiri, who never undid his belt, just shrugs. Toga whines, ands straps herself in.

“They did say there’d be a bit of turbulence.” A passenger nearby mutters.

“I’m fine with putting the seatbelt back on!” Twice chimes, doing his belt up. “Why?” His voice changes once more. “Because I’d never obey the laws of safety.”

Shigaraki, who was struggling with his seatbelt, groans in frustration. Dabi reaches over to help him wordlessly, not making eye contact. He could feel Shigaraki’s curious gaze on his, but said nothing as he sat back in his seat. He just managed to get his own on in time before the plane started rocking and tilting.

Toga yelps out in terror, clinging onto Kurogiri’s arm. Kurogiri seems unbothered by both the turbulence and Toga. Twice is tapping his finger on his thigh anxiously, not saying anything. Shigaraki is scratching his neck furiously, muttering under his breath. Dabi is unbothered by the turbulence. He has other issues, like the fact that the rocking is making the liquid in his bladder slosh uncomfortably, worsening his need. He clenches his legs, waiting for the turbulence to go away so he can use the bathroom.

The turbulence calms, and the plane goes quiet…

…before it comes back full force.

Toga’s nails are digging into Kurogiri’s arm, as Twice continues to tap nervously. Shigaraki’s scratching becomes more harsh, and god, Dabi can see flakes of skin coming off his pale, blue skin. Crusty, he thought to himself, crossing his legs tighter.

The turbulence is finally gone after 20 minutes or crying from Toga, muttering and scratching from Shigaraki, and Dabi crossing his legs, becoming increasingly desperate. The seatbelt lights flicker back off, and Dabi sighs with relief. He unbuckles his seatbelt and prepares to stand up and go to the bathroom, but Shigaraki stands up first and beats him to it. Before he can even get out of the seat, Shigaraki is entering the bathroom. Dabi groans and sits down, trying not to make his ever-increasing need obvious. He glances continuously at the bathroom door, waiting for Shigaraki to leave. He decides to pull out his phone to distract himself, scrolling through the latest memes.

After 5 minutes, Shigaraki finally comes back, looking rather smug. Dabi looks at him, raises an eyebrow, and then looks at the door. Actually, he doesn’t look at the door. He looks at the back of a huge line, waiting for the bathroom. Just his luck. Dabi glares at Shigaraki for a moment, and Shigaraki sticks out his tongue at him.

“Crusty bitch,” he spits at him.

“You just wish you’d gotten up first.” Shigaraki pokes his shoulder as he speaks. Dabi goes a little red at the poke, and brushes the pale hand away. Suddenly, with the shit eating grin on Shigaraki’s face, Dabi is hit with a realisation.

“You motherfucker.”

“Yep! And now you’ll have to wait for the line to clear up, what a shame.”

“I’ll fucking piss on you, asshole.”

“Kurogiri, Dabi’s threatening me!”

Kurogiri, along with Toga and Twice, is asleep, so they squabble back and forth for a few minutes. After a while, Dabi puts on his headphones to block out Shigaraki’s shitty insults. That doesn’t stop Shigaraki, however. He creeps up to Dabi’s ear, and whispers.

“Raisin.”“Fuck off.” Dabi goes red at the feeling of Shigaraki’s breath on his ear, and turns up his music.

“Hey raisin.” He speaks louder.

“What?”

“Psssssh.”

Water sounds, classic. Dabi crosses his legs tighter. “Fuck off, Shiggy, I’m serious.”

“Aww, but just imagine how good it would feel, Dabi, to finally let go of all that sloshing piss inside you!” He chuckles. Dabi groans at the thought. He continues making water sounds in Dabi’s ear, and Dabi’s not sure how much longer he can take it. He clenches his thighs and tries not to make an audible sound. Shigaraki’s water sounds are relentless, driving Dabi crazy with every passing second.

His bladder gives a particularly strong spasm, and he lifts up his hand involuntarily. He stops his arm just before it goes to his crotch, but it’s too late. Shigaraki has noticed, and has his mind set on one goal.

“Ooh, you must need it bad, Dabi. Are you sure you don’t want to just let it go here? The seats can be cleaned, after all~ and it’d feel so good, being free of your full bladder! Just imagine that golden stream of piss, flowing down your legs, hitting the floor with a soft pitter-patter.”

Dabi groans again, shifting and squeezing his legs together tight.

“Shiggy, please stop, I’m seriously at my limit.” He goes red with humiliation.

“Please?” Shigaraki chuckles. “Who are you want what did you do with Dabi?”

Dabi taps his feet, squirming again. “Shut the fuck up, Shiggy.”

“Pssssssssssh.”Dabi groans.

“Fucking bastard.” He can’t help it this time - He grabs his crotch, hoping to stem the flow that’s begging to come out of him. Laughing, Shigaraki continues his water sounds. Dabi grabs himself tighter, and his eyes widen as he feels a soft leak.

“Shit shit shit, no, not yet-“ he shoves his second hand on top of the first, grabbing himself desperately. “Fuck, I’m not fucking peeing here, no-“ but it’s too late. Shigaraki’s water sounds have stopped, and the grin on his face fades as a soft dribble sound is heard, piss begining to patter onto the floor. Dabi hides his face in his hands, essentially giving up.

There is silence for a few seconds, where Shigaraki is stunned. He decides to speak up.

“Sh-shit, Dabi, are you-“ But Shigaraki is cut off with a loud shout from Dabi.

“FUCK OFF, BASTARD. YOU DID THIS.” He sobs as he floods his seat, his piss dribbling onto the floor. Dabi sobs in embarrassment, trying to stifle his groans of relief because god, this feels so fucking good. He sobs into his hands, hiding his face.

“I- fuck, I didn’t think- I’m sorry, Dabi, I didn’t mean to make you-“ Shigaraki stumbles over his words, but Dabi is ignoring him. His stream comes to a stop, Dabi still sobbing.

“Yeah, well look at what you fucking did. Just- just fuck off.”Shigaraki sighs. He looks at Dabi with an expression of sadness and guilt. He puts a soft hand on his shoulder, careful to keep one finger away.

“Dabi, I’m sorry. I was just having a little fun, I didn’t honestly think you’d…“ he stops for a moment. "I’ll help you clean up, and we’ll never talk about this again. okay?”

Dabi sniffles, but brings his red face out of his hands. He looks down at his mess, and wipes his face of tears.

“Y-Yeah… I- I’m sorry for yelling at ya, Shiggy.“ Dabi offers him a weak smile, which Shigaraki returns goofily.

“Hey, it’s no problem. We’ll wait for the line to clear up and you can go change. Oh, take this.” He takes his jacket off and hands it to Dabi. “Wrap it around your waist, so people won’t see it. I can wash it.” He pats Dabi on the back, his thumb crossed behind his index finger. Dabi takes it greatfully, and notices a pink flush dusting Shigaraki’s cheeks. His bright blue eyes connect with Shigaraki’s crimson ones, and they lock eyes, frozen in time. Dabi grabs Shigaraki’s hand without thinking, and Shigaraki smiles and squeezes the hand back, still careful of his thumb.

“Tomura, I…” He starts, but Shigaraki cuts him off by leaning in and smashing their lips together. Dabi goes red, but he kisses Shigaraki back with desire. As the pair melt into the kiss, the years of pining becomes clear to the both of them, and they break apart panting.

“I love you, Dabi… even if you did piss yourself.“ Dabi can’t help but chuckle.

“I love you too, Tomura.”

There is silence for a moment, until…

“Fucking FINALLY! Twice, Giri, you guys owe me 20 bucks!”

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rosalynbair · 6 years

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Alive

Request: @ben-solo :omg can I request supreme!kylo x reader where he's on a mission to burn down the resistance & his troops attack a village (where reader is) & kylo senses you (bc you were once very close to ben solo) alot of angst ^^ thank you!! Pairing: Supreme!Kylo x reader Words: 2244 Warnings: Blood, angst, mentions of poison, mentions of death

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Pain and fear echoed throughout his ears, screams ringing throughout his mind as he scouted the scene below him. From the view of his ship, he could see the villagers running through the streets as the Stormtroopers followed his commands to wipe out the population of the village. The blue beams from each blaster shone through the darkness his ship had cast over the small village. Kylo watched, his regularly hazel eyes nearly black as he felt every emotion that every single being felt as they were executed. He had done this enough times now in his time as the Supreme Leader of the First Order, he blocked the emotions out. He had no time for such silly things. Emotions wouldn’t get anyone further along in a war like this. “Supreme Leader.” General Hux said quietly from beside him, the thud from his boots dull against the metal floor. Kylo turns his head, hair flowing around his face, the waves bouncing around his ears and tickling the nape of his neck. Hux sees the paint on the mans face, the scar between the two faded gold lines standing out even more against the pale skin of his mutilated ruler. The gold-leaf flaked in certain areas, passing over wrinkles from weariness. The gold was once the same colour as the lining of Kylo’s clothing, but it had been on his face for days and had yet to be retouched. It didn’t need to be, it was something done simply for theatrics. To please the senators he had met with days ago, before he found out about a small village with mining abundancy under the protection of the Resistance. Even days later, Kylo found himself in the same clothes that he used only to show his power and title. The cape that rested on his shoulders was clasped with two gold buttons, the hem that hit his heels was the matching shade. Everything had been meticulously matched so nothing was out of place. His tailors didn’t want him to look like a fool with different shades of black and mismatched gold tones for the Supreme Leader. Each button matched each clasp on his boot, the trim of his sleeves matched each gold thread which all led back to the gold crown that rested around his head. He had questioned everything at first. He didn’t need an outfit to show his power. To show everyone that he could kill them without a glance. “What do you want General?” Kylo rumbles out, eyebrow quirked. “There are a few villagers fighting back, they seem to be direct members of the resistance that are trying to protect the village.” He announces, head held high. Almost as if he was looking down towards a misbehaving child. Kylo nods, his scarred hand nudging past his cape to rest on the gold and silver lightsabre that rested against his hip. “Tell my knights that we will be departing the ship to the village.” “Yes, Supreme Leader.” Hux says, bowing slightly before turning quickly on his heel to head to the Knights quarters of the ship. Kylo looks out the window once more, something tugging at his stomach for the briefest of moments. Something similar to the anxiety he used to feel heading home between training with his uncle to visit his old friend. His expression hardens, fingers tightening around his lightsabre, pulling it from the holster as he walks towards the hatch to depart the ship. His Knights followed behind him silently. Organized like a flock of black birds in their walking patterns. Kylo led them, instilling more fear into the people who witnessed him stalking through the village. Even the Stormtroopers backed away slightly during their tirade. The sight of their Leader always made them jumpy. “Find everyone the Stormtroopers missed.” Kylo orders his knights. “I want no one to leave here alive.” The Knights of Ren branched off, Kylo walking straight down the main street. Bodies littered the ground, children and elders who couldn’t run fast enough to escape the blasters. He didn’t pay attention to the tear stained faces or the expressions of horror. They would be alive if they hadn’t sided with the resistance. It was their own foolishness that got them killed. Kylo turns right, passing through the village centre, the ground muddied and wet from the damage to the grand fountain that must have once belonged to festivals and gatherings. He keeps focused though, eyes trailing along each dark street, every window of each building. He was searching for survivors through the force, no one here deserved to survive. He expanded his search, eyes closing as his stalk like walk came to a halt. He chuckles when he sees the fear of a child under a bed in a nearby house. He lifts his hand, creating an almost claw-like motion. He could feel the sudden terror throughout the boy. His fingers close slowly, the light slowly dimming. It blew out like a candle the moment he twisted his wrist. Kylo’s eyes open, feeling a familiar person through the power of his force search. His lips fell to a frown. The force was playing tricks on him, there was no other explanation to feeling that life force once more. There was no reason for that life to be on this planet. He could feel his heart begin to sink as the being stalked closer to him. He could feel their movements throughout the force, hear how loud their mind was screaming at him. He could hear the anger within your mind, the hurt and the absolute pain that you were sending to his mind as you came into view. You were exactly as he remembered you, yet oh so different. So much older, so full of pain and sadness. Just like him. But he was the cause of your change. He was the reason you couldn’t sleep. The reason for the constant bags beneath your eyes. The reason there were frown lines on your face. “Kylo Ren.” You state, voice wavering ever so slightly in the air between the two of you. “I have no time to rekindle a friendship.” Kylo says, his voice hoarser than he’d like it to be. He was hoping he could pull it off as weariness from battle orders. “I will not deal with you in the middle of this war.” Your eyes squint, the lids of your eyes dropping down, turning your eyes into little slits of hatred. Hatred for him. You hated him. Which would make this slightly easier in his mind. Your hair whipped around your face, the wind howling throughout the broken windows of the houses and shops that surround you. “I don’t want your friendship.” You tell him, eyes opening again. He could see your hand holding a blaster you had grabbed from a fallen Stormtrooper. “Your knife did you no well, then?” He asks, not seeing any sign of your signature knife at your hip. “It’s lodged in a ribcage.” You respond, stepping closer to the tall, menacing man you once called your friend. “You will deal with me now. One of us will not survive this war.” “Unfortunately for you, it will be you not making it through.” He tells you with ease, thinking through a plan of attack on how to properly get rid of you. “So, you believe. Supreme Leader.” You mock, taking him in fully. His cape was moving frantically in the wind against his body, the gold glinting ever so slightly in the dimness of the shadows. “I knew you were dramatic, but really? Face paint? Is that what you’ve truly come to, to show your status? It looks ridiculous.” Kylo’s shoulders slump slightly. Against his better judgement, he found himself relaxing in the waves of your voice. “Yes, well being a ruler is theatrics to get people to like you.” He tells you, Eyes rolling upwards behind his dark lids. “You never needed that for people to like you before.” You respond. “Times change.” He says, not particularly to you. Maybe more to himself than anything. “So it does.” You say quietly, looking around you. There was no one. Everyone had moved onto different parts of the village and to the outer perimeters to ensure no survivors. “How are we going to do this?” “Do what, y/n?” He asks you, his grip on his lightsabre tightening. “This, you know?” You say quietly. “Are we going to fight? Like, actually fight? Are we going to let each other walk past and ignore this ever happened –?” “You know I can’t do that.” Kylo tells you quietly, chin dropping to his chest, eyes closing for the smallest of moments. The Lightsabre came alive in his hand, the loud echoing buzz of the energy bouncing off the buildings and joining a symphony of the howling wind, Kylo’s anxiously heavy breathing, and the screaming of innocent beings in the distance. You watch him, taking a step back as he stepped forward, dark eyes locking with yours. He was a scary man, but even still, you could see his insecurities. How scared and unsure he was. “You don’t have to do anything Kylo. You’re the Supreme Leader. You rule over everything. You have the choice.” You tell him, voice falling to a whisper as you begin to circle each other. “You know nothing.” He tells you, his hair falling in front of his eyes. That moment. That moment made you stop. You stood there, watching as he came closer to you, stopping a few feet away from you. He looked like Ben. Something, something was making your heart pull. Your stomach fluttering as your eyes move over his features. If you ignored the scar and paint, he looked just like your best friend. But you weren’t naïve enough to ever think that you could bring him back to the light. His days in the sun were long gone. “You’re going to kill me.” You state simply, eyes catching his in a soft gaze. “I am.” He nods, not breaking the bond. “Would it be easier for you if I did it myself?” You ask, reaching up to push your own hair from your face. “You have a lot of blood on your hands, it might hurt you to have mine.” “Having yours will fuel me.” He tells you, stepping closer to you, his warmth seeping to you. “There will be nothing pulling me back to the light once you’re dead.” “I’m your only grounding for your humanity.” You realize, and you see him look away. The Stormtrooper’s blaster drops from your hand, taking up it’s hold on Kylo’s cheek. You bring his head back, his face once more on full view for you. His eyes open, catching yours once more. His seemingly black eyes were the gentlest of hazel, yellow flecked throughout the iris’. They were the same eyes of your best friend. You feel yourself emptying the space between you. Chests pressed together. Your bodies swayed slightly against the strength of the wind. You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his. Both of your hair whipped around your faces, shielding you from what was outside of your small moment. Your eyes were closed, breath hitting Kylo’s pale, sweaty skin. His eyes stayed open, watching you with the softest of gazes. He feels your lips press against his for the first time. The tang of blood in your mouth from a cauterizing wound transferring to his. He’s sure his heart stopped before beginning to beat in reverse with the feelings he had suddenly been overcome with. He hadn’t felt these particular emotions since he was a foolish teenager coming to visit you. But even then, these were tenfold. He had never in his wildest dreams think that you would kiss him. That it would be in the middle of a galactic war that he was leading. “Long live the Resistance.” You whisper against his lips. Kylo had no time to retreat, to recognize or process what you were doing. Your other hand had rested on his chest, and he now found your missing knife that you had said was in a ribcage. His ribcage. Kylo’s eyes widen, staring down at you as he begins to process the pain that seared out from the wound you had inflicted onto him. He feels each inch of the blade slide out of his bones, leaving him with a bloody cough. The metallic substance dribbling down his chin as he slowly drops to his knees before you. The knife had dragged up his skin, cutting away the fabric that had covered his chest. A long line of open flesh with pooling blood gathered in between the torn fabric. “Poisoned?” Kylo asked through his burning coughs. “Yes.” You nod, rubbing the hidden switch blade against your pants to clear it of the blood. You didn’t want it to rust. You bend down, grabbing the lightsabre from his weakening grip. “I’m sorry Ben.” You say as you stand. He nods, coughing again, watching with a hazy gaze as you turn on your heel. The sounds of his wheezing fade into the distance as you hide the lightsabre in your jacket, retracting the knife back into it’s holder. You hold back the loud sob that you were sure would give away your location as you get closer to where your small ship was. Where the few survivors were. Where the resistance lived on.

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Unrequited – SakuTema

ok this one is way longer than i was planning whoops i live for awkward tema and mutual pining it’s a modern au setting, kinda funny but also kinda sad, also featuring aroace shika.. bc why not

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“You know you could just say something to her, right?” Shikamaru said nonchalantly, blowing a smoke ring towards the sky, she exasperatedly swatted it away.

“You know you’re the last person I’d ever go to for love advice, right?” Temari glared at him for a brief second, before her gaze habitually skittered away, back to the gorgeous woman hunched over on a bench, using her lap as a desk as she scribbled furiously onto some form or another.

She’d been watching for a while now, Shikamaru had called her a stalker when he found out she’d been following the woman during their breaks at work – even though it would be far easier to just go to the break room like all the other doctors, Sakura seemed to prefer walking the short distance to the nearby park, to sit on this specific bench, under a heavy, ancient oak tree’s canopy, taking with her whatever work she could carry from the hospital – but even calling her every name for ‘creepy’ under the sun hadn’t been enough to stop him tagging along today.

It was creepy, she knew that, but she consoled herself with the knowledge that she wasn’t going to ever do anything, other than watch.

She just wanted to keep an eye on her, make sure she didn’t stay out too long, the day was cold and there was a thickness to the air that suggested rain, not that Sakura seemed to care, wrapped in her thick raincoat. She couldn’t even begin to describe why she found it so endearing, that the woman was so stubborn in this little habit of hers, but it made her heart flutter regardless.

Next to her, Shikamaru groaned, slumping even further down in his seat, so much that he might as well just be sitting on the damp floor. “Couldn’t do any worse than you.”

Temari didn’t even need to look to idly smack at his chest, so instead she kept her eyes fixed on the doctor instead. That beautiful, pale pink hair that had been so carefully tied back this morning, was starting to slip from its ponytail, the short strands that fell into her face getting absently tucked behind an ear, barely breaking her concentration as she juggled the files and clipboards on her lap.

She was nothing if not a hard worker, it was one of the things Temari most admired about her.

Not the only thing of course, there was also her intelligence, even as a recent graduate, she was respected by the hospital veterans, who often asked for her thoughts on their cases. And she had an incredible bedside manner, the way she could coax a smile from a nervous child and calm even the testiest of patients was utterly incomprehensible to Temari – who had gained a reputation as the most insensitive administrative manager the world had ever seen among her colleagues.

She was determined, she was practical, she was sharp and she was kind; basically, she was Temari’s perfect woman.

Except for the part where she didn’t know she existed.

Well, perhaps that was going a bit far, they’d spoken at least twice, and sometimes she would even smile at her in the hallways, a kind of smile that made Temari have to stop and clutch at her heart for a good minute or so after, gasping for a breath stolen by that woman who must be some kind of avatar of Spring and Hope and Beauty.

So, she knew she existed, she just didn’t care was all. So much better.

“You know if you keep glaring like that, she’s gonna start thinking you hate her.” And, once again, Shikamaru’s voice shattered her wonderful daydream, where a beautiful, pink-haired woman was getting down on one knee and declaring her sudden, undying love.

“I’m not glaring,” she snapped, feeling her cheeks starting to burn horribly and mentally blaming it on the cold.

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Ugh! Just shut up, why’d you even come?” she asked, already preparing a retort should the idiot make the obvious counterpoint that he couldn’t answer her question and shut up at the same time, probably in that annoying blank tone that always sounded far more sarcastic than should be possible.

But, he didn’t, in fact he stayed quiet for long enough that she started to wonder if he wasn’t going to reply at all.

“Because I wanted to see how bad you had it,” he eventually said, giving her a searching look, “and it looks pretty damn bad.”

She knew it was true, but that didn’t mean she had to be happy to hear it. “Like you know what you’re talking about Mr ‘Love is a drag’, maybe keep your oh-so-insightful words to things you actually know the slightest thing about, m’kay?”

Well… her insensitive reputation wasn’t entirely undeserved.

Luckily for her, Shikamaru was probably the most blasé man alive. “Riiight, because Ms ‘I’m so bad at interpersonal interactions I don’t know how to look at the girl I like without imploding’ is a fount of wisdom.”

She sucked in a breath, already preparing a long diatribe that would probably make her father roll in his grave. “As if you-”

“Uh, hey guys.”

All at once, that breath was released less like the explosion she’d been planning, and more like a leaking balloon, she didn’t even want to turn and look, but her greedy, greedy eyes were clearly plotting against her, because they didn’t waste a second drinking in the gorgeous image of a slightly dishevelled, slightly confused figure.

“You two on break as well?” Sakura asked, her expression vaguely uncomfortable, as though she didn’t really want to be there.

Unfortunately, her mouth chose this moment to completely dry up, leaving her looking like a gaping, wide-eyed idiot.

“She is,” Shikamaru helpfully supplied, nodding in Temari’s general direction, “I just wanted an excuse to get out of the office for a smoke,” he finished, holding up his nearly-finished cigarette as evidence.

Sakura frowned slightly, but kept any comments about bad habits to herself. “Should you really be saying that in front of your boss?”

He blinked, staring at her like she’d just grown a second head. “But… that would mean suggesting I actually respect her.” The grunt as she elbowed his side was deeply satisfying, she was actually kind of grateful; he always knew exactly what to say to get her out of a funk.

“Idiot, just get back to work already, would you? You’ll be staying after hours to make up this time, by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” he groaned, pushing himself to his feet and slowly ambling away, throwing a ‘Bye’ over his shoulder as he left. And suddenly, she wished he hadn’t, because now she was left alone with a wonderful doctor, vainly hoping that the cold wind would do something about her deepening blush already.

She couldn’t quite force herself to look Sakura in the eyes, so instead she stared at the hands clasping the stack of files she’d brought out with her; short, calloused fingers twitching and tapping anxiously.

“Well, uh, my break’s almost over now, so I guess I should-”

“Right! Yeah, I mean, same here-” god she just wanted to slap herself “-might as well walk back together, right?”

Sakura gave a tight-lipped smile, but nodded and stepped back, silently waiting for the blonde to stand up and start walking. She did so with an internal sigh, the first time she’d ever gotten to be alone with her crush and things were already painfully awkward.

And it didn’t get any better, the distance between the park and the hospital was short, barely even a five minute walk, but it felt like hours, they both mostly kept silent as they moved, occasionally making a forced casual comment about the weather or work, but any hint of conversation quickly sputtered and died before it could really begin, she started preying that they’d catch up to Shikamaru so there was someone else to bear the heavy air crushing them, but the man could be surprisingly fast when he wanted to be and probably expected her to use this opportunity to confess her feelings.

But she couldn’t, not when the object of her affections could barely look her in the eye for a second and her voice was soft and impassive.

It didn’t happen and, as they finally strode through the hospital doors together, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at the woman as she said goodbye, already charging towards her friend to chew him out for putting her through all that.

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Sakura sighed as she watched the statuesque woman march away, grabbing her co-worker’s arm and dragging him down the hall. Well, she’d just gone and blown any chance she might’ve ever had.

Of all the women she could’ve chosen to fall for, it just had to be the one with a boyfriend.

#narutofemslashweek2017 #ictoan writes #temari #sakura haruno #sakutema #naruto #jfc this one really ran away from me #i wasn't sure whether to make the pining mutual or not tbh but i caved in the end #bc ofc i did #dw i'm sure they get together.... eventually #actually i might have to continue this one bc i rly like the concept??#after some of my other fics are done though

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Boyf riends 32

32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

did you say Michael Being Sad And Insecure bc that’s what i heard

Jeremy stood anxiously at the door to Michael’s house, fiddling at his shirt as he waited for Michael to answer his knocking. He didn’t have to wait for long for Michael to come, but just waiting there felt like an eternity. When Michael saw Jeremy, his expression sank. He looked down at his shoes.

"Thought I told you I wanted to be alone…“ Michael muttered.

"Yeah, like, a week ago. I gave you some time, but now I’m really fucking worried about you dude,” Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows. “We had so many awesome plans for the summer, and now you’re just avoiding me? What did I do?”

"Nothing, Jeremy,“ Michael sighed. "Look, we’ll hang out again soon, just–”

"No!! C'mon, we’ve been friends for ages. I know like all of your secrets. I know everything you’ve gone through. I just want to know what’s wrong.“

Michael looked like he was about to cry. He shook his head quickly, looking up at Jeremy again.

"Not now, okay? Maybe I’ll tell you later, but I…can’t. You won’t get it.”

“Won’t get it??” Jeremy shouted, walking closer to Michael. “Dude, I literally had to battle a super computer in my mind. I had to stop it from taking over the world. You think I won’t get any sort of problem you have? Try me!”

Michael laughed a little, but he backed up a bit when Jeremy got closer, almost looking scared to be close to him. He just looked sad - even a bit frightened.

"This isn’t super computer taking over the world bad, but still…“

"I’ve gone to therapy every day since it’s happened. I know about feelings and shit. Why can’t you tell me? I can handle it!!” Jeremy sounded confident, determined to try and help Michael. Michael rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling slowly before answering.

“I’m not gonna fuck this up, Jeremy,” He muttered. “I’m not gonna lose you again.”

“Lose me?” Jeremy blinked owlishly - that left him a bit taken aback. “Why would you lose me? You’re not gonna lose me, I’m here for the long run, man.”

“You’re gonna feel weird and gross when I tell you this because, because obviously it’s not the same for you and that’s fine but I can’t get rid of this and it sucks but you can’t know, I–”

“Michael!” Jeremy walked up to him, putting his hands on Michael’s shoulders and staring at him intently. “Stop it!”

Michael flinched when Jeremy touched him, tears beginning to well in his eyes. He didn’t move back, but he hated himself for all the thoughts he was having. He just wanted to kiss Jeremy. Why the fuck did he have to feel this for his best friend, who was undoubtedly straight, anyway?

"You should really go.“ Michael muttered.

"No!! Not until you tell me–”

"It’ll ruin everything! You’ll hate me!“ Michael shouted, the tears beginning to fall. Jeremy moved his hands from Michael’s shoulders to his cheeks, forcing him to make eye contact.

"I could never, ever hate you. No matter what, we’ll figure it out,” Jeremy smiled a bit. “It’s a two player game, remember? I can’t be player two without my player one.”

Michael laughed again, but weakly. Jeremy’s eyes were so pretty, and he hated it.

“Don’t be so sappy, dude…”

“What’s wrong, Michael?”

Michael whimpered quietly, trying to hold in his sobs. Jeremy wiped away his tears with his thumb, and Michael leaned into it without thinking. He hated himself for feeling this. Not for Jeremy. It would be fine for anyone else, but Jeremy…not him.

“Michael?”

Michael couldn’t ignore him forever. He couldn’t get out of this. Jeremy was too sweet for him to deny.

"I’m so scared,“ Michael whispered, hiccuping a sob. "I’m so scared.”

"Why?“

”…I think I’m in love with you,“ It came out as a frail whisper, ready to break at any moment. ”…and I’m terrified.“

There was silence after he said that, Jeremy staring at him with wide eyes. Both of them seemed to stop breathing - it was agonizing. Michael immediately regretted it, frantically coming up with a way to get out of this and keep Jeremy as his friend. Pass it off as a joke, or…or…fuck, he was screwed.

Jeremy broke the silence by exhaling softly then laughing breathlessly. His thumbs moved over Michael’s cheeks now, slow and gentle. Michael blinked at him wordlessly, a swell of emotions hitting him at once at this reaction.

"Thank God,” He muttered. “I thought I was the only one who felt that.”

Michael’s breathing hitched, and he watched Jeremy closely for a moment to see if he was joking. No, he looked completely serious. Was he really…did he…?

"You’re not kidding, right?“ Michael asked warily.

"Why the fuck would I joke about that?”

"But–but I thought you liked girls–“

"Oh, so I can’t like both? Psshh,” Jeremy was grinning. “I had some talks with Rich, and I realized I–”

Michael cut Jeremy off by grabbing him tightly and pulling him in for a kiss. He was smiling against Jeremy’s lips the entire time, and the tears just kept falling. He didn’t think about how inexperienced he was in kissing and how he was probably getting Jeremy’s face wet, though - he could only think about how Jeremy didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, and how he was smiling just as wide as Michael was into it.

Jeremy stopped it by giggling against Michael’s lips, pulling back to laugh in delight. Michael began to laugh too pulling Jeremy in for a tight embrace. Jeremy’s hands moved to Michael’s back at this and they held each other tightly, laughing and crying.

“And you thought I wouldn’t like you for this.” Jeremy grinned. Michael sobbed at that, laughing in the middle of it and hitting Jeremy’s back lightly.

“I’m glad I was mistaken.”

#prompts #boyf riends #be more chill #be more chill musical #bmc #caseverything

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