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lvrdrafts · 10 months

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Unspoken Apologies

Summary: You are in the hospital and you confess to Bucky the pain you felt during the relationship, but Bucky doesn't deny his true feelings toward you

A/N: I GOT 100 FOLLOWERS OMG TY GUYS SO MUCH!!

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Y/N lay in a sterile hospital room, her body weakened by the torture she had gone through. The doctors had delivered the devastating news that the torture you went through had caused severe damage internally. They had said she wouldn't make it. It was a bleak reality that Y/N was struggling to accept, but there was one person who refused to give up hope - Bucky Barnes.

Bucky paced back and forth outside the room, his heart heavy with worry. He had never seen Y/N so fragile, so vulnerable. The thought of losing her was unbearable. He blamed himself for not being there sooner, for not being there when she needed him the most.

A soft knock on the door interrupted Bucky's restless pacing. Y/N's weak voice called out, "Come in, Bucky."

He entered cautiously, his eyes brimming with concern. Seeing her lying in the hospital bed, her breathing slower and her body more pale, tore at his soul. Bucky had always admired Y/N's strength and resilience, and now it seemed to be slipping away.

Y/N managed a weak smile. "It's so funny, isn't it?" she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and amusement. "All of this started because I overheard you in the bar, calling me clingy. I tried avoiding you and I wanted you to say 'Hey I miss your clinginess' " you pause holding back tears "but you never did".

Bucky's heart sank as he remembered that conversation. It had been a misunderstanding. He was just stressed and found you as an excuse for his problems. He wanted to apologize, to tell Y/N how wrong he had been, but his words caught in his throat.

"Y/N," he began, his voice choked with emotion. But before he could say anything else, she continued.

"I've always felt like I burdened you, like I was too much for you to handle, and this situation proved my point" Y/N confessed, tears welling up in her eyes. "I guess I just wanted to hear it from you. Am I really a burden to you, Bucky?"

Bucky's silence spoke volumes, and Y/N's heart shattered into a million pieces. The truth was revealed without words, and it was more painful than she could have ever imagined.

Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she clutched her chest, struggling to breathe. Bucky rushed to her side, taking her hand in his, but it was too late. The doctors rushed in, their urgent voices fading into the background as Y/N slipped away.

Bucky knelt beside the lifeless body of the person he loved, overwhelmed with grief and regret. He had allowed his fear and pride to cloud his judgment, to push Y/N away when all she needed was his reassurance.

In that heartbreaking moment, Bucky made a promise to himself. He would carry the weight of his mistakes and regrets for the rest of his life. He would never forget the sound of Y/N's voice, filled with hurt and longing, nor the look of desperation in her eyes as she questioned her own worth.

As Bucky emerged from Y/N's hospital room, his face etched with anguish, he found himself face-to-face with Sam Wilson, who had been anxiously waiting outside.

Sam's eyes widened at the sight of Bucky's devastated expression. "Bucky, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Bucky's voice trembled as he tried to find the right words. "It's... it's my fault, Sam," he finally managed to say, his voice filled with regret. "Y/N... she overheard a conversation we had, and I never got the chance to make things right, to tell her how sorry I was. And now... now she's gone."

Sam's expression softened as he realized the weight of Bucky's remorse. "What did she hear, Bucky?" he pressed gently, knowing that the answer would reveal the depth of the pain caused.

Bucky's voice cracked as he spoke. "She heard me call her clingy, Sam," he admitted, his voice filled with self-condemnation. "I was stressed, and I took it out on her. I pushed her away when all she needed was my support. I didn't realize how much those words would haunt her, how they would make her doubt her worth. And now... she's paid the price."

Sam's gaze turned cold, his disappointment evident. "She died thinking I hated her," he said, his voice filled with frustration. "She was the only person with me after-"Bucky pauses realizing he's all alone again, as if fate wanted him to be alone. "after Steve left me. She was like an angel who was there and and now she is gone because I was a fucking idiot" Bucky says kicking a trash can to the other side of the hallway.

Bucky's shoulders slumped, his eyes welling up with tears. "I failed her, and now she's gone. I've lost her..."

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clxja16 · 8 months

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Part III

Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader

Genre: Toto Wolff's Daughter Au!

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 4K+

Author's Note: this is turning out way longer than it was suppose to be. I never thought this was going to take this many parts. I'm so sorry for putting you guys through this. This is intense man, like damn. Idek if she's going to be able to fix her relationship with her parents after this. Like damn. I'm just going to apologize now for whatever emotional damage this causes. Also I don't think Toto is like this is real life. This is strictly for the sake of entertainment. This is in no way based on real life.

Part I, Part II

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Charles wants to ensure that this proposal is absolutely perfect for you. He wants you to have the fairytale you’ve always wanted. Joris is absolutely sick of hearing about this proposal already. Everything from the ring, to where he was going to propose, to how he was going to do. Charles has created a very well crafted, detailed plan about this proposal.

Charles is going to take you out on his boat, just before sunset. He hired a private chef, to cook the two of you a romantic dinner, that will be held privately. Then just after dinner, Charles would bring you around to the deck of the boat, where the two of you can stargaze before he pops the question. And Joris will be hiding out on the boat, that way when Charles proposes, he can get all the pictures. And then if you say yes, there will be an engagement party awaiting you and Charles.

“Charles, I told you we got this,” Joris repeats for the thousandth time, as Charles repeats the steps to the plan again. Lorenzo chuckles as he watches his brother pace back and forth.

“Are you sure you want to propose?” Arthur asks, as he exchanges a side eye with Joris, “I mean if you’re this nervous then maybe you don’t actually wanna get married. You guys haven’t been together that long.”

Charles finally takes a seat, he looks around the table to Lorenzo, Arthur, and Joris. “I just want it to be perfect for y/n,” he sighs, running his hands over his face, “I want to spend the rest of my life making things perfect for her.” Charles wears a stupidly lovesick smile on his face as he thinks of you. It makes Joris and Arthur sick to see how in love Charles is.

“Alright, alright,” Arthus says.

“We got this, stop worrying so much,” Joris says, as he stands up patting Arthur’s arm to tell him to go. “We’ll go make sure everything is prepared,” Joris says, as he and Arthur take their leave. Charles nods to what Joris said.

Lorenzo stays seated, he takes a moment to watch Charles. Lorenzo can see how the stress has ingrained itself into Charles. He sees how the anxiety is weaved into Charles. And still Lorenzo can see the love that is painted into Charles’ eyes. “What’s on in your mind brother?” Lorenzo asks, wanting to pry Charles' worries from his hands.

Charles sighs once again, “did you invite her parents?” Charles lays his worries out for Lorenzo to see.

“I did,” Lorenzo answers.

Charles looks to Lorenzo, “it’s my fault she’s at a cross with her parents.”

Lorenzo closes his eyes after hearing Charles’ statement. Charles is kind-hearted, well mannered, responsible, hard-working, dedicated, and so much more. However, Charles is also stubborn, hot-tempered, and he can be thoughtless at times. “I told you,” Lorenzo starts off, pointing at Charles, “I told you not to mess with her, not to get involved with Toto’s daughter, did you listen?”

Charles sighs, he knows Lorenzo warned him beforehand. “No, I did not.”

“No, you did not,” Lorenzo repeats to Charles, “it’s too late to be blaming yourself about what happened, it happened already. There’s no going back,” Lorenzo takes a breath, he runs his hand through his hair, wanting to pull some out because of Charles. “Let me ask you brother, do you love this girl?”

“I do, more than I love racing,” Charles answers.

“Then forget everything else already,” Lorenzo says, truthfully. Another thing about Charles, is that there isn’t much that he loves more than racing. “If you love her as much as you say you do, forget about her parents, forget about everything that has happened. You marry her, you love her, and you spend the rest of your life making things perfect for her.” Lorenzo knows that there’s no stopping you and Charles from being together. From the moment he saw the two of you interact with each other, he knew this was bound to happen. Lorenzo hasn’t seen anyone that could match Charles better than you can. “Because like mama has told us, you never get a love like this twice.”

Charles smirks at Lorenzo’s words. Charles remembers his mother’s stories about her relationship with their father. He remembers her talking so deeply about the love they shared. How it was a once in a lifetime type of love. How it was a love that was dipped in gold. How it was a love that was enough for more than a thousand lifetimes. “Thank you,” Charles tells Lorenzo.

Lorenzo nods at Charles’ gratitude, before standing and saying, “we’ll see you tonight, and please brother, let her dress you.” Charles laughs at Lorenzo's joke, as he watches Lorenzo leave.

“Charles, you want me to wear the white dress?” you question again, as you stood in the bathroom fixing your hair for tonight. “Where are we going tonight?”

“We’re just going out on the boat,” Charles says, as he walks into the bathroom as he’s fixing his sleeves.

“Why the white dress then?”

“Because I'm wearing white ma cherie, I want us to match,” Charles smirks, planting a kiss on your cheek, as grabs the bottle of cologne on the counter and walks back out.

You move away from the bathroom mirror, leaning on the door frame, watching Charles as he moves about the bedroom. You could notice the light shine on his forehead, he was so clearly nervous about something. You try to rack your mind with all the important dates. It wasn’t any type of anniversary, you could remember. It most definitely wasn’t Charles’ birthday, and you know it wasn’t your birthday. It couldn’t be Arthur’s or Lorenzo’s birthday. A tiny voice in the back of your mind wonders if he was gonna propose. But you told that little voice to be quiet, because there was no way he was going to propose.

You and Charles had been going out for less than a year. Nothing about the relationship was really conventional. You guys haven’t even officially been living together. It doesn’t seem like the proper time in a relationship to propose. But you do wonder, if he’s gonna do it. You smile to yourself, thinking about what it would be like to be Mrs. Leclerc.

You grab the mini white sundress that Charles is so insistent on you wearing tonight. You change out of the comfort clothes you’ve been wearing. When you emerge again from the bathroom, newly changed into the dress, you catch Charles staring at you. “I’m ready,” you say as you look up to meet Charles’ eyes.

You don’t miss the small flush on his cheeks, “wow,” he mumbles under his breath. “You look…” Charles tries to think of a compliment that perfectly encapsulates how breath-taking you are. “Damn,” Charles says instead.

You giggle at his choice, “I look damn?”

“No,” Charles quickly says, shaking his head, “words to describe how beautiful you look tonight, haven’t even been invented yet.”

You giggle again at Charles’ cheesiness, “well I guess that’s a compliment.” Charles smiles at you, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Shall we go?” Charles asks, as he pulls you out of the bedroom.

“Yes we shall.”

Charles brought you around to the deck, when you guys finished up dinner. The stars up above were shining bright. There was a blanket and pillows set up on the deck for you and Charles to sit and stargaze. “Dinner was lovely,” you say, as you take a seat next to Charles on the blanket. “How did you find this private chef?” You looked over curiously at Charles.

You could see the faint red creep up his cheeks, “honestly?”

“Honestly,” you say as you begin to giggle wondering where this private chef Charles hired, came from.

“He’s one of the team chefs,” Charles laughs out loud.

You can’t help but laugh along as well. “You hired your team’s chef for our date tonight?”

“He makes great food and I didn’t know who else could do a private dinner,” Charles says very bashfully.

“You’re lucky, you’re so cute,” you say with a smirk going to kiss Charles. He pulls you in closer, as the two of you look out into the night sky. “Tonight was perfect, Charles.” There’s a pause before you continue. “Thank you for tonight.”

Charles can feel his heart banging against his chest. Your ring feels heavy in his pocket. His breathing sounds louder than ever. However he doesn’t feel an ounce of worry. Having you staring at him, with love swirling deep in your eyes, it makes him feel calm. You make him feel calm. He enjoys this feeling of calmness when he’s with you. So much so that when he pulls you to your feet to stand with him, he isn’t worried about what’s going to happen next.

Charles pulls you up, so the two of you are standing on the deck. Nothing but the vastly beautiful night skin surrounding the two of you. “I love you, y/n Wolff. I am madly, deeply, whole-heartedly in love with you.” Charles says as he pulls a box from his pocket, “I know we haven’t been together for long, but I’m never going to stop being in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and only you.” He gets down onto one knee, “will you marry me, y/n?”

You’re nodding your head before Charles can even open the box to show you the ring. “Yes, yes, yes,” you say repeatedly, holding out your hand for your ring. Charles just smiles at you, as he slips the ring on your finger. You don’t think you even spare the ring a second glance as you focus on pulling Charles in for a kiss. He stands, pulling you closer by the hips as your hands hold his face. When you finally pull away, Charles can see the tears that line your eyes, and you repeat once more, “yes.”

After Charles finally asked the question, and you said yes, did Joris come out of hiding, snapping all the photos of the intimate moment. Charles brought you back to the land and there awaiting was yours and Charles’ closest family and friends. All congratulating you on the engagement. To you this was the perfect way to end the night, celebrating with people you held near and dear to your heart.

As you and Charles made your way through the party, making sure to stop and talking to everyone that came. Towards the end, did you see your parents, patiently awaiting their turn with you and Charles. As you see them, a part of you wants to pretend you didn’t see them, you want to turn around and find someone else to talk to. But Charles doesn’t allow that, he plasters a kind smile on his face for your parents as he waves to them. He holds your hand tightly, pulling you towards them.

“Thank you for coming,” Charles speaks up first, as you stand in front of them.

“Of course, we couldn’t miss such a special moment,” Susie says, not taking her eyes off of you. “Congratulations sweetheart.”

“Thank you Mamma,” you say, as you feel the tears line your eyes again. Susie sticks out her arms for a hug and you welcome her hug. “Thank you for coming,” you say whole-heartedly with a full smile. Your heart begins to feel at ease.

“Congratulations Darling,” Toto says, pulling you from Susie for his own hug.

“Thank you daddy,” you say as a few stray tears fall from your eyes.

Charles watches the sweet moment exchanged between you and your parents. He knows that this is what you needed.

Nevertheless, news travels fast in Monaco. It only took two days before photos of yours and Charles’ engagement was leaked to the media. Articles were published, social media posts were made, the formula one podcast were covering it. Everything had one thing in common though. It was said ‘Charles Leclerc is engaged to Toto Wolff’s daughter.’

You don’t know why but it rubbed you the wrong way. You have always been known as Toto Wolff’s daughter, and it never bothered you before. It never used to bother you when people referred to you as the little wolf, or as the mini Toto. You used to love being known as Toto’s daughter. However, at this moment, it wasn’t the same.

You didn’t read all the articles, as most of them were just copies of each other. You did scroll through one just to see what people were saying, and you noticed that it took them three paragraphs before even mentioning your own name. Then, even after mentioning your name in the article, they still referred to you as Toto Wolff’s daughter. Your name never made the headlines, your face didn’t even make the cover photo. You don’t know what it was, but this time, it didn’t feel good being known as Toto Wolff’s daughter.

“Charles,” you spoke up, leaning on the doorframe of the bedroom, looking at Charles laying on the bed, “let's get married.”

“Ma cherie,” Charles said pointing at your left hand, “that ring means we are getting married.” Charles chuckles as he sits up in the bed.

You smile, looking at the ring on your finger. “I know, but I mean let's get married now,” you say, looking up at Charles, “like before the season ends, let's get married.”

“Are you sure?” Charles looks at you with worry.

“I mean we can have a big wedding, with all the bells and whistles later on, but I wanna be married now. I wanna be Mrs.Leclerc before the year ends.” You smile as you speak, thinking that will be a good enough reason for Charles.

Charles smiles at you, he can see through your charade but he’s willing to give into you. “If that’s what you want, we will do that,” he comes up to you, kissing you on the forehead. “I have to ask what brought this on?” Charles looks at you closely, and you know that your false reasons aren’t enough for him.

You hang your head a little knowing that the reason behind the need to get married right away, is a little foolish. “I am known as Toto Wolff’s daughter. Did you know it took an article three paragraphs to even mention what my name was?” You sigh, even as you say it aloud it sounds stupid.

“Would you rather be known as Charles Leclerc’s wife?” Charles knows that trading the Toto Wolff’s daughter title for the Charles Leclerc’s wife title, isn’t going to satisfy you.

“It would be a title I want, rather than a title that I'm stuck with.” you try to reason, you don’t know if you’re helping or hurting your case.

“y/n,” Charles gives you a look. You don’t like it when Charles knows you better than you know yourself, “we both know you don’t want to be known as Charles Leclerc’s wife. You gotta make a name for yourself baby, maybe as a driver.” Charles raises his eyebrows at you, looking hopeful.

“It’s been five years,” you say, looking nervously at Charles. There isn’t a day that goes by that you haven’t thought about racing again, but five years is a long break for anyone.

“The numbers you put up on my simulator are enough to suggest you still got it,” Charles says as he walks past you, out of the bedroom to leave you with your thoughts.

You think for a second, “I still want to get married before the season ends,” you shout for Charles to hear you.

“We can do that too ma cherie,” Charles shouts back, causing you to smile. You do think about his suggestion of going back to racing though. You can’t stop thinking about it.

“Charles,” you spoke first, walking to the living room, with a stack of papers. Charles sat up to pay attention to you. “I meant it when I said I wanted to be married before the season ends.”

Charles slowly nods his head, “okay.”

“Let’s do it after Monza, right after Monza. Your brothers are going to be in Monza for the grand prix, so will my parents. Lake Como is a couple hours away. We can go to a courthouse and then the lake for pictures. What do you think?”

“Ma cherie, if that’s what you want, we can do that.” Charles smiles softly at you, he is willing to give you whatever you want. “What are those papers?”

“Marriage license, that we need to fill out a file to get married,” you smile excitedly at Charles while he chuckles. He could tell you were excited to get married.

“Okay,” he says with a smile, as you hand him a pen. The two of you spend the rest of the evening filling out all the official paperwork to get married. The two of you decide to go to the courthouse the Tuesday after the grand prix. Charles makes sure to call his mom and his brothers about the event. He tells you that Pierre and Carlos are going to insist on coming as well.

You tell him that’s fine, you don’t mind a few extra guests, as long as it’s not the entire grid. You know you’re going to have to invite the entire grid when you make the actual big wedding.

“Are you packing for the Netherlands?” you questioned as you made your way into the bedroom. Charles' clothes were laid out on the bed to be packed.

“Yeah, my ear is still bothering me, I think I’m going to have to drive it.”

“Oh no, a driver has to drive to his race,” you say overly sarcastically to Charles. He shakes his head at you with a bit of a smile.

“Are you flying with your father?”

“I was thinking of going with you,” you say, as you sit on the bed, watching Charles fold his clothes.

Charles looks up at you with a smile, “I would love for you to come with me ma cherie,” he says as he leans down to give you a kiss. “We leave tomorrow though, better get to packing.”

“Yes sir,” you say sarcastically with a little salute. Charles raises a brow at you, causing you to start blushing madly. “I’ll pack.”

“y/n,” Charles calls out, stopping you in your tracks, “did you tell your parents about the wedding?’

“I will, tonight. After I pack.”

After you packed your bags for the Netherlands and for Monza, you headed to your parents house for dinner. You felt extremely nervous about telling your parents about the wedding. In your gut you felt like telling them would be a mistake. You couldn’t figure out why, as they seemed to be more accepting of your relationship with Charles at the engagement party. Your father even congratulated you.

You knew that this isn’t going to be the wedding they originally anticipated. You know they are going to want a reason for the sudden rush to be married. You don’t know if you want to tell them your reason though. Your father would probably take offense to your aversion to being known as Toto Wolff’s daughter.

When you walk into the house you can smell your Mamma’s cooking. She didn’t cook often, considering that her and your father were constantly traveling for work. That when she did cook it was a special occasion. You loved your Mamma’s cooking, something about it tasted extra special. Almost like you could tell she was cooking with love.

“Hi sweetheart,” Mamma greeted you as you made yourself visible in the kitchen.

“Hi,” you greeted back with a big smile.

“Dinner is just about ready, get your father from his office please,”

“Of course Mamma,” you say as you make your way to the office. You knock first, before slowly pushing the door open. You see your father sitting at his desk typing away, “Mamma said dinner is almost done.”

Your father smiles when he hears your voice, he finishes his typing, shutting his laptop before standing, “lets eat.”

Dinner is filled with many laughs and stories. It feels like nothing has changed. You know things have changed, you know that it's different now. But you like that this place still offers you the feeling of home. You may not have forgiven them but you are accepting that they were just trying their best. This is their first time in life too.

As you begin to wrap up dinner, you know it’s time to tell them. “I have some news to tell you guys.”

“Good news?” Your mamma questions as she places the last of the dishes in the sink to be washed, before walking back towards the table.

“I think it’s good news,” you say.

“What is it darling?” Your father questions as he sits up in his seat.

“Me and Charles are getting married.”

Your Mamma chuckles a bit, “sweetheart, we know that, we were at the party.”

“No, I mean we’re getting married soon. Like in two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” your father questions, looking seriously at you.

“That’s really soon,” your Mamma says.

“Why are you rushing?” Your father questions.

“I want to be married before the season ends, I just want to be married.”

“That’s not a reason y/n.” Your father looks at you with a scorn. He makes it clear that he’s not liking this.

“I love Charles, daddy. I don’t want to wait to spend the rest of my life with him,” you try to come up with a good enough reason on the spot. Something that won’t hurt your father’s feelings.

“Are you pregnant?” Your father questions, his disdain being clear.

“Excuse me? No daddy, of course not.”

“That’s the only reason to rush into a marriage like this.”

“Toto,” your Mamma says, “I don’t think that’s fair.”

“That’s the only reason people rush into a marriage is when they’re knocked up.” You can’t believe your father’s words. “It’s probably why he proposed, because he knew. So how far along are you?”

“Daddy i’m not pregnant,” you didn’t know what else to say, as you shook your head, denying your father’s accusations.

“I told you Susie, he was no good for her.” Your father doesn’t stop, he continues on with “I should have never brought you to the paddock. I should have never allowed you to be around that boy.”

“Daddy please,” you begin to cry, you don’t know how the night took such a sour turn.

“Toto, I think that’s enough,” your mamma tries to stop your father.

“How far along are you, we can go see a doctor and make it like this never happened.”

Too far. Your father went too far with that last statement. Susie knows he went too far as well. She can see it in your face there was no saving it now. “I’m not pregnant,” you say with much disgust. “I wanted to get married so soon because I hate being known as your daughter. I much rather be known as Charles' wife than as your daughter.”

The way you say it hurts Susie’s heart. It almost feels like you’re saying you hated being their daughter. She knows you have every right to be angry. It doesn’t mean that your words hurt any less. She knows that this is hers and Toto’s fault. She just wishes Toto would stop digging their own graves.

You stand to take your leave, you don’t want to be here anymore. You don’t even know if you want them at the wedding anymore. “Even if I was pregnant daddy, I would never get rid of it.” You wipe away any of the remaining tears, “you’ve made it clear how you feel about this, I don’t want you at the wedding. Mamma, you’re more than welcome to come to the wedding, you and Jack. Only you and Jack.”

You leave it at that, and you don’t know if you can accept this. You accepted what they did to your racing career, but this is an entirely different matter.

Part IV

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 months

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Hi hope everyone is doing well, i am currently on vacations so i have a lot of time to read, im craving derek having to grovel for something and stiles not accepting every damaged done to him so easilyand building the trust slowly. Please no cheating and only happy endings cause i cant take sad or open ones. Also sterek obviously.

I think so, @anbecoqu!

To Feel Your Heart as It’s Keeping Mine by Vendelin

(1/1 I 8,563 I Teen)

Stiles and Derek have been dating for four months, when Derek gets in an accident and loses all his memories from the past year and a half. Now, he’s once again the Derek Stiles used to despise, and even worse, Derek thinks that he still hates Stiles’ guts.

Mr. Hale and the Lumberjack by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 15,407 I Teen)

“Derek,” Stiles whined, draping himself across Erica’s desk. She patted his back comfortingly. “Derek, why doesn’t the lumberjack like me? What can I do to change that?”

“If you’ve opened your mouth around him, that explains everything,” Derek told him coldly. “Maybe try shutting up for once. And standing still. Not breathing would help your cause, too.”

Stiles let out a wail of despair, and everyone quickly moved in to comfort him. Derek scowled, annoyed, and clapped his hands loudly.

“Enough. Back to work. Stiles, get the fuck out of my department.”

“Language,” Stiles chided, pointing one finger at him while still draped across the desk.

Is This Unwise by Innaz (zanni_scaramouche)

(1/1 I 17,819 I Teen)

Derek expects Stiles to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck, but Derek won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Stiles has even turned around.

What he doesn’t expect is Stiles to fucking drop.

Sweet Buns by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 17,935 I Teen)

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

Or-

The a/b/o bakery au with feelings

Hello, Heartbreaker by astoryaboutwar

(1/1 I 18,472 I Explicit)

It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.)

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #alpha/beta/omega

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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When MC Misses Their Sibling Headcanons | LUCIFER, MAMMON, LEVIATHAN, LUKE and SOLOMON 1.4k words | SFW | gn!Reader | Angst | Hurt and Not Much Comfort Content warnings: MC has a sibling(s) and there are implied feelings of isolation, depression, loneliness, poor treatment/bullying by the demon brothers, etc. Mentions of MC's hypothetical sibling that also misses them. The sibling mentioned isn't named/uses gender-neutral pronouns. A/N: I felt oddly emotional about my brother's birthday today so this happened.

LUCIFER

Lucifer knows about your human world family - he read your file when you were selected for the program. He understands why you don't want to be here, and why you keep demanding they send you home, but he reminds you that you were chosen.

He doesn’t tell his brothers about your family - you can tell them yourself when/if you want to.

He tries to show some leniency towards you while you adjust to living with his family in place of your own.

The longer you live in the Devildom, he sees part of himself in you when you step in to keep his brothers from causing too much trouble.

He’s almost proud of your defiance when you stand up to him on their behalf if you think he’s being unfair or cruel.

Did the Devildom bring out this protective streak in you, or were you this protective of your sibling too?

When he thinks you've finally accepted your place, you try to dote on him when you feel more sentimental and nurturing. He’s not used to someone else caring about him that way.

Likewise, you turn to him for support or protection when you feel intimidated or overwhelmed. He tries to minimize your hardship and suffering because it’s easier to do that than trying to comfort you later when the damage is already done.

He knows deep down that his family is a poor substitute for your own. Like most of the difficult decisions he has to make for the sake of the Devildom, he tells himself that bringing you here is for the greater good.

MAMMON

Mammon frustrates you because his idea of fun often descends into recklessness or chaos. You go along with a lot of his ideas, even if you don’t want to, because you’re desperate for companionship and a sense of belonging.

When Mammon’s schemes are too outlandish or outright dangerous for you to condone, you try to reason with him - sometimes he listens, sometimes he doesn’t.

Mammon hurts you when you first arrive. He butters you up and spends time with you as an excuse to search your room and take things he can pawn (or he just really likes something you have, and he wants it).

You catch him sometimes, or his brothers stop him, and he apologizes, but it takes a long time for you to believe his apologies are genuine. It's hard to trust him.

Things improve over time, especially after you make a pact with him - but you still wish he was less impulsive with his gambling and that he would stop trying to steal valuables from people.

(You know he doesn't really stop doing it because you ask him to - he just gets better at hiding it so you’re not too disappointed in him).

As his feelings for you continue to grow, Mammon tries to compensate for how he treated you before. He doesn’t want to be just a friend or just a brother in your eyes, and he refuses to believe he can't change your mind.

LEVIATHAN

Your sibling likes anime and games, and you like anime and games, so you think Levi might be the easiest of the demon brothers to connect with.

Well, you were wrong.

At first he wants nothing to do with you, and he insults you.

Later on, he decides to test you. He asks oddly specific questions about Devildom game titles - ones that don't exist where you come from - and he laughs and calls you a noob when you can’t answer any of them.

Levi is not like your sibling, because your sibling isn’t a gatekeeping asshole.

You and Levi do eventually bond over other things, and when he starts to trust you, he shares his anime and game collection with with you too.

He tells himself he doesn’t feel bad for how he treated you when you first arrived, but he still makes an effort to make up for it anyway.

No matter what he does, there’s a part of you deep down that never forgets how cruel he was to you. Your sibling would never do that to you is a thought that replays in your mind when you remember Levi's mockery.

You eventually forgive him, but those are some of the painful memories you dwell on when you feel homesick.

LUKE

It’s natural to feel protective of Luke, and he gravitates to your human nature and kind disposition.

You adopt him like he’s another sibling of your own, and you spend time with him outside of class and share your hobbies with him.

In turn, he invites you over to try a new dessert recipe, or to do homework together. He thinks he needs to keep an eye on you - he still doesn’t trust those demons you live with.

He notices that sometimes you start to call him a name he doesn’t recognize, but you catch yourself and pretend you didn't say anything. Sometimes you call him a name he doesn’t recognize and you don’t even notice.

He ignores it at first, but one day he gets curious and finally asks you who it is you’re speaking of. He lets you talk about your sibling as much or as little as you want - he doesn’t want to pry.

You feel guilty and reassure him that you like him for who he is, and you’re happy to have him as a friend. You smile and tell him your sibling would probably like him, too.

Later, you both pretend your eyes aren’t red and watery from crying. Luke declares you should help him make cookies, and he hopes the distraction helps you feel better.

When you leave for the evening, Luke is angry and Simeon can’t figure out why he's so upset. All Luke tells him is that those demons should be ashamed of themselves for what they put you through.

He becomes even more protective of you after that.

SOLOMON

Solomon is warned early on by Lucifer and Barbatos that due to security reasons, you’re not allowed contact with the human world, especially your friends and family.

He doesn’t understand why they bother telling him that, until you start asking him to try and contact your family for you.

At first he doesn't really care, but the more you try to bargain with him to do this for you, your desperation becomes unbearable.

You approach him one day with an envelope and an address and won't take no for an answer.

It’s just a birthday card for someone, I swear there’s nothing written inside that would jeopardize the Devildom, you can even read it if you want to. Please—?

He doesn’t make any promises (plausible deniability and all), but he does as you ask and visits the address you give him that same day.

It’s late afternoon when he arrives in front of an ordinary looking house, and he hears quiet conversation around the back. It’s easy enough to hide his presence and eavesdrop on whoever is in the backyard - curiosity gets the better of him.

Someone your age - or perhaps a bit younger - sits on the patio with an older couple. They have your smile, and their cheeks dimple the same way yours do. He realizes this is your sibling and parents.

There’s a small birthday cake on the table but the mood feels somber.

Your family falls into uncomfortable silences between random, trivial conversations. Your sibling glances at the empty chair next to them.

“Hey, where do you think…? Nevermind.”

Your very existence is something that they can’t even talk about, and their expressions are equally sorrowful and frustrated.

Solomon recalls seeing the same heartbroken expression on your face during all those times you complained to him about living in the Devildom.

Was this the best solution that Diavolo could come up with when they dragged you into the exchange program?

When Solomon leaves the envelope in the mailbox for your sibling to find, he feels like an accomplice to cruelty and wonders if there’s more he can do to help you.

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howboringislife · 9 months

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Aot boys' reaction learning you're injured pt.1

With: Levi, Erwin and Reiner

Part 2 here with Armin, Jean and Bertholdt

Warning: mention of injuries, fluffy

Masterlist

Levi

Levi will keep an unbothered and calm façade as he always does but secretly will absolutely PANIC.

Are you okay? Will you survive? How? When? Why? All those questions keep running in his mind as he asks calmy where you are now.

Once in the nursery, will immediately check you up, looking for any important or serious injury. If he sees that you are safe and sound, will let out a subtle sigh of relief.

100% sure that he will hold your hand if you are both alone in the room, only if you are alone. He doesn't show much affection.

"You scared me, brat. Don’t do it again" His voice will be stern but soft as he caresses your cheek. If you apologize, you will be able to see one of the rare smiles he keeps only for you

Will keep an eye on you for the next mission, don’t you dare put your life in danger again, this man will do anything to keep you the safest possible.

Levi will protect you from anything that could be a threat for you.

Understand him please, you are the most important person in the whole fucking world for him and he won't let anything take you away from him. He already lost too much in his life and you are probably the reason why he is still able to keep going.

Erwin

At first the Commander won't say anything, he probably didn't even heard Hange talking, too absorbed by his paperwork.

Is known for keeping a stoic face no matter what people tell him but when the reality that you are in danger will sink in, he will freeze completely.

"Y/N is what?" He will ask, wanting to be sure that he heard well. "No, it can be true." He will deny the fact that you are between life and death.

Will rub his temples to stay calm and collect. Is going also ask to see you even if he's doing something important. Your life=number one priority.

He will put everything on his fault. He shouldn't have sent you on this mission, what was he thinking? 100% will blame himself for your injuries so please, tell him that it's not his fault

This man will try to visit you as much as possible between his paperwork. You can see in his eyes that he's tired, tired of work and worrying for you.

He will be scared to touch you, like if he could break you so easily. "I'm not made of glass, Commander." You will say with a soft smile, teasing him anytime you can. Just seeing you smile will be enough to make his heart secretly melt.

Erwin will keep you safe for the next few months by prohibiting to go on any mission. He's the Commander, he takes the decisions. And honestly, who will blame him for wanting to keep you safe?

Reiner

Will learn the new at the mess hall while eating. He was already a bit nervous as he didn't saw you since you left for the mission. Going to choke on his food for sure.

"What?! Uh- I mean, I'm sure Y/N will be fine." Try to keep a strong facade but inside will be in a total emotional damage.

Reiner will force Bertholdt to come with him as he visits you at the nursery. He's too insecure and scared to go there alone.

When will see you, he will have to bite his lip to contain his emotions, his hands will shake a bit but he's gonna hide it.

The poor boy will be such a loss for words that the only thing he will be able to say is: "Are you okay?" How ironic when half of your body is covered in bandages.

After a few minutes will ask for Bertholdt to leave you two alone (cause it's kinda awkward) and then you will see the REAL Reiner, the one you fell in love with.

He will take your hand in his, pressing his lips against your knuckles. "You scared me so much, I thought I've lost you forever." The tough soldier will become a scared and helpless boy.

You can even see a tear rolling down his cheek before he suddenly hugs you strongly. "Reiner... my ribs..." You say with a muffled voice, wincing a bit in pain but you know he didn't mean to hurt you.

Ps: he will immediately let you down and apologize at least 5 times for hurting you, even if you told him that it was okay 😣

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By the way, if you want another character, just request it! (I do only boys)

#levi ackerman #erwin smith #reiner braun #attack on titan #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan headcanons #aot #aot x reader #levi ackeman x reader #erwin smith x reader #reiner braun x reader #pt 1

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inkskinned · 2 years

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you grew up with a father that thinks everything can be an argument. he will willingly tell any stranger - he just likes to argue! it's fun, it keeps the kids fresh and spritely. teaches them critical thinking. anything can be a debate; any moment can turn into a lecture. that's just being a good parent.

he'd say he's playing devil's advocate. he doesn't really believe any of that stuff, he just wants to prepare you for the real world! he wants you to really expand your mind about stuff. after all, kids spend too much time in the echo chambers of the internet - he's just showing you the other side! he's giving you a hard time so when hard times come, you don't crumble. it's actually his way of being kind.

as an adult now, you have trouble letting any conversation slide, staying up late, full of anxiety, wondering what parts you got wrong and what parts you got right. you constantly need to overexplain yourself. you are terrified of any raised voices, ever, and hate any form of conflict. on dark nights in the loneliness: you worry that you've been taught love has to look violent in order to be labelled passionate.

your father had a few methods. his favorite was it's a joke not a dick don't take it so hard. he'd roll his eyes and make some kind of "gay pride parade" comment and then throw up his hands like what? everyone's thinking it, i'm just the guy that said it!

when you were younger, you used to fall for that. you used to be goaded so easily back then, trying to actually-feel-pride for what you are. you didn't get a cake or a congratulations when you came out. your parents just kind of ignored the situation for as long as they could manage. your father has spent more time making snide comments about gay people in the last six months than he's ever spent praising you in the entire sum of your lifetime with him. he'd say he's just testing you. it's not that serious, nobody actually stands against gay marriage.

you used to try, back then. you'd bristle, find yourself wrapped up in it again. having him yell over you and shoot down your facts with where are you even getting these things. ignore your personal experiences. shift topics as it fits him. fill the whole world with strawman arguments. for him, it was fun! it was a tuesday. he was bonding with his kid.

for you, you'd go to bed with your heart hammering. feel something horrible lifting wet mandibles inside of your skin. you'd think he just doesn't fucking get it. you'd spend hours murmuring into the silence, trying to narrow down your sentences; knowing that if you stumble or misspeak or even take too long to set up an argument - he's just going to talk over you or ignore you or mock you again. you'd practice all the ways you're going to stay calm next time, how you'll refuse to let him drive you away from the main point, how you won't let it get to you anymore. in truly brave moments, you'd even picture him pausing for a moment and saying - oh. that's a good point. you knew he wouldn't apologize, but it would have been a nice change if he'd just-once acknowledged your intelligence.

you wrote it down once, so that you could actually tell him. when you value the thrill of an argument more than my emotional safety, regardless of if the topic feels 'real' to you - it is, intentionally or not, causing damage to our relationship. you practiced saying it in the mirror, in the shower, in the car. you'd imagine the whole situation. you would just lock eyes with him and finally stand up for yourself. you'd finally say this isn't fun for me. you choose conversations that are emotionally fraught for me but safe for you; that is not fair debating ground. it's unlikely he'd listen, but at least you would have finally said something.

the truth that you're kind of hiding from, because it makes you feel weirdly embarrassed: you kind of suspect your father likes to upset you. that an argument is just an excuse to rile you up rather than actually spend that time getting to know you. that he gets some kind of weird kick about seeing his child so emotionally affected. that he'd rather see that kid (hurting, helpless, tongue-tied) than the one that would exist if he just tried fucking supporting you as a tactic. that he secretly believes yes, this is what love is.

he will say, if pressed and backed into a corner and in public and if there's social standing at risk - at that point he'd say he's proud of his kids. he takes credit for it, but he says you all grew up smart and capable and confident.

you think, probably, your father knows more about trump than he knows about you. and something about that - it never sits right, no matter how far you get or what you do.

#we love second person <3 #thank you second person #<3 #second person really be my way of being like ALLEGEDLY #im not saying I HAD THIS HAPPEN but also im not saying IT DIDNT happen but #i'm also NOT NOT saying that because ALLEGEDLY #(etc etc etc)

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etrevil · 8 months

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I need to talk about how well Bones did the skk apology/confession scene.

Like, oh my gosh, the lightning. Red and blue contrast? Yes. The focus solely being skk, and no unnecessary still frame of other characters (mourning the Fyolai scene rn)? YES, AMAZING, PERFECT.

They captured Dazai's expression so well. He looked miserable, he looked so deep in thought, like he was saying goodbye to that one, good, beautiful aspect of his life (Chuuyaaaa 😭).

His eyes were closed, he was taking a walk down memory lane, he was thinking back to when they were fifteen, he remembered when they held hands to defeat Rimbaud, when No Longer Human took affect and-

The cut using Dazai's ability made me need a moment. And then we have the close-up to his face, followed by Dazai finally opening his eyes after about half a minute of flashbacks. Of memories where he and Chuuya connected.

And then we have his close-eyed smile, so we don't see what he's actually feeling, where he's practically baring his teeth. He's back to his cheerful, devil-may-care persona while leaving his partner, a person others have described he shares a soul with and mimics perfection together (cough, Adam, cough), to drown.

I was offended on Chuuya's behalf, and I felt like tearing out the smiling menace's hair follicle by follicle when ONLY Chuuya's hat came into frame.

It was like I was experiencing chapter 101 all over again when it came out. And that, I think, is when I realized Bones did well on this. Amazing, even.

Because one thing I genuinely feared was the anime-only fans missing out on the emotions the manga brought out. What if the anime leaves out important bits about their relationship?

But this episode made me relive the night Dazai drowned Chuuya and there wasn't a next chapter to settle to fears. It made me feel so much injustice that I couldn't even cry.

I was absolutely scandalized by Dazai's "See you later, alligator!" (in one translation, cause the official uses the same, simple "goodbye!" as in the manga) and that makes me love it even more- because of course that little shit would bid Chuuya farewell like that.

Because of course, it's soukoku, and this is what they do best: secret codes, phrases only they can understand, soulmatism… And I like to think that see you later can either pertain to Chuuya coming back, or Dazai joining him, if you will.

tl;dr is that Bones did what we wanted and served the same emotional damage to the anime-only fans.

Alright so maybe this was all over the place but I think I finally got my thoughts down. I'm still not fine after this episode lol, and I probably never will be considering we might get chapter 109 animated at this rate and pace.

If that happens, I'm gone. Just, disintegrated. Nothing more.

What a year to be alive 😭

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lizaluvsthis · 3 months

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PART 2 HYPERFIXATION FOR SMG4: Mario looks at SMG4's browser history

Okay last one...(f-cking photos has a limit)

Previous hyperfixation (read first)

So it is true that SMG3 does torture SMG4's life by ruining his day(come back from the episode you used to be cool where smg3 said "usual")

Since the word "usual" is used from SMG3's statement after we learned from that episode where he "considered killing" him. Directly to smg4.

SPOILER...

Seems like SMG3 DOES love to put out a good show where he still makes smg4 suffer the most mildest things with apparent reasons of constant teasing for the man and Three just enjoys it.

(If SMG4 did things to ruin his life so badly, by smg4 doing so in purpose, then so should SMG3 WILL and would ruin his day back.)

Worst thing SMG3 would think of, is forgiving SMG4. Because why in hell would he do that after everything?

Not only... SMG3 hides behind his secret, and mentioning WOTFI 2021 where SMG3 said something along the lines with "try and make him cry" is and definitely puts on that SMG3 still concealed himself from his inner shell as his emotional break down to cover up the sensitive emotion he has.

And that it'd be so out of character and sudden to forgive smg4 just like that, he'd be in the usual doings of "Hell no f-cking way I'd do that just now, why would I forgive this assh-le for ruining my life?"

Because thats an emotional baggage for SMG3 to cope on, he livestreams himself on twitch to play random ass games for his stress relief because of him. SMG4 has been stuck with him for like- a decade now and this is sh-t ass ruining him

if you all shouldve noticed just now, smg4 hasnt apologized EVERYTHING to SMG3 yet. Because he wasn't sure how "emotions" and "actions" could play out from his character after he did those "assumable" things to break SMG3's dreams.

Thats simple. He's a very difficult man to comprehend with his own self thoughts, he's overwhelmed at himself to where it breaks him. If SMG3 is socially awkward to talking or making new friends, then so SMG4 is the one whos difficult to solve the problem with his causes (like saying sorry wasnt very easy for him to put out)

Cause all smg4 did was focus on his meme contents from doing what he loves, he broke three for being famous, and his cafe, with also his dreams on starting his own production, not to ALSO mention his damage to SMG3.

If smg3 would even still forgave him for doing all of that om purpose without even realizing. But to smg3, he didn't want to say he'll forgive SMG4 instead. He still recovers from each and everything from that.

Because he'd seen how fragile SMG4 is at this part. SMG4 could only rely with making his contents to get money off from youtube, to THEN paying the expenses for whatever waterbills, electricbills, his loans from the property he's paying for, foods from groceries.

Literally EVERYTHING.... he's been trying to provide and same this goes on with SMG3 where he started his coffee shop, the one who works two jobs as a twitch streamer and a cafe owner. (The reason why SMG3 gets money from thats how he could afford everything just by double timing his job)

Since smg4 doesnt know sh-t with jobs, SMG3 is up ahead him, smart enough to think. While SMG4's knowledge is a bit too unstable without any of his college experience since he didn't like school then he hates studying.

Studying helps you learn countless of things even tho its a hard challenge to try, you still need to learn either way to know bits of facts. SMG4 dropped out and didn't graduate from college, but did SMG3 continued college?

That remains unknown, but we do know for a fact he is twice as smarter than SMG4 and Mario. (God what a fabulous b-tch.)

The reason why college is important is that you can set a course of what you'd want to get a job you'd be capable of loving from. And knowing that SMG3 pays atleast too many stuff by marketing and selling or trading or who knows what from the internet to make him get that much of advantage to get enough money.

SMG3 improvised his skills to survive

And so if SMG4 could do the same he'd probably have the same braincells as his boyfriend/j

- (whoops I just realized that I moved the topic to college but eh-)

Anyway following on with our focused topic.

If SMG4 couldnt admit that he'd say sorry to SMG3, then there would be a constant loop of the friends not understanding each other.

I still have a feeling that SMG3 could almost understand, like he could see through what SMG4 has been feeling. But he couldnt show that emotion to four- it'd look WEIRD. for him. Better yet is that- SMG4 would most likely be the optimisstic one to show symapthy, but still- SMG3 is an empathetic man for SMG4.

Just so is SMG4 when he cant understand how his actions can cause consequences like smg3 for example, SMG3 didn't even do much damage to SMG4 after everything. Because what SMG3 thinks is that he- deserved it. Everything to him from what he had done to smg4- willl be always pointed at him as he only sees himself as the bad guy.

Like oh man- how assumable can smg4 be when smg3 gets something that he finally wishes to have for? Attention. And he's been the one saying "thats what we do for each other right?" When SMG4 did it his way while SMG3 has finally moved on. Like SMG4... I see you as the person who've been causing a lot by i mean ALOT. Of problems.

Four suffers because of this cause he never understands how relationships or just by general actions work, because he never had someone close to him to guide his way for understanding.

They both were literally born from a USB and then came down there to explore their new selves.

Not even once SMG4 thought about- "why did I do that to him? I should say sorry... If only I didnt destroy his cafe nor even his productions"

Its because FOUR WAS SO AFRAID. In repeat. Lets repeat this again.

Three cant forgive SMG4 because he's been having alot of thoughts from his head that would lead to the death of him.

And SMG4 cant apologize cause he's unaware of what would happen if he did. He would overthink about this... and better yet- Three's motions are unrecognizable so Four would keep on missing his chances if he'd want to say it. He wondered that if he told sorry to smg3, he'd be the one to blamed more and three would be more pissed. Because they both wanted to forget the past.

But the past is already apart of them, a memory they both went through together...

So... well- theres my fixating- :)))))

@b-r-i-n-g-x .

#smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #lizafixates

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himeryu · 1 year

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— Love Rivalry: 28. Mistake

kaveh x reader

"An amazing defense as always," your professor compliments you and Alhaitham as he walks towards the stage with a wide grin. You smile at your professor as you mouth a thank you, whereas Alhaitham nods. You glance at your now former partner, trying to read his emotions.

Unreadable and unpredictable, those two words are what Alhaitham is known for. Nonetheless, your time spent with him was no joke; even witnessing the stone-faced Alhaitham slip up years ago. However, it's been two years, and many things have changed, including your relationship with the man. From predicting his every word to not knowing what he would say next, the damage that has been caused would never heal a wounded heart.

"You two truly make an excellent pair," your professor continues.

Your smile immediately falls.

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"Thank God that is over," you express as you walk out of the building. 2 hours have passed since you and Alhaitham started your defense, and all you wanted to do was to rest. Alhaitham walks beside you at your right, his eyelids half-lidded as he puts on one of his Bluetooth earphones.

"You messed up," Alhaitham exposes as he looks at you with an irritated gaze.

"Excuse me?" You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, confused.

"30 minutes in the defense, you used a trivial source that took up 25 minutes of our time," He remarked, "Because of that, we almost lost focus of our thesis and wasted some time."

"If only you came to me on time, then maybe we wouldn't have to speed up our conclusion," he continues, extremely irritated. His gaze on you is belittling as your heart sinks— standing beside him, astonished.

You can't back down now.

"You said you'd accept my proposal," you refute, bringing out your phone and showing your conversation. However, instead of switching his gaze to your phone, it stays locked onto you. Unwavering and intimidating are two words to describe his look at you. You hold your ground without batting an eye. However, you can't help but feel a pang in your ego.

"If I knew your proposal would nearly give us a demerit, I wouldn't have agreed."

"So you just accepted it without prior checking? since when did you do that?"

"You don't have to know."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," You say with your eyes fixed on your phone— you need to text him anyway. "Our partnership ends here. I think it's best if you don't talk to me anymore."

"For my sanity as well," you mumble quietly as you text Kaveh, hoping he doesn't hear it. However, he does.

"Why," he mutters, your breath hitch at his sudden change in tone: it's full of emotions. Slowly, you tilt your head to look at him, eyes wide open at seeing his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask. Alhaitham opens his mouth to answer but immediately shuts it as he looks away from your eyes. You scoff in annoyance at the audacity of this man.

"Why are you suddenly showing me this side of you?" You continue, "after the many times you pushed me away?"

You ask him, who still refuses to look you in the eye. Anger starts to take over your body.

"I'm sorry," he says; your eyes widen in both anger and sadness— the audacity of this man for apologizing.

"Why are you apologizing now? After two years, Alhaitham!" You yell, "why now?"

"I'm–" Alhaitham tries to reach for your wrist to hold you, yet you pull away. Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks, but you refused to cry in front of him. You swallow deeply as you try to keep your emotions from spilling. It's embarrassing, really; Why are you suddenly so emotional? Why does it have to be because of him?

Alhaitham stays quiet; His gaze is soft, yet it holds so much remorse, in contrast to your eyes filled with anger. Slowly, he opens his mouth to speak.

"[Name], I–"

"[Name]!" Kaveh calls out your name and walks toward you with a smile, interrupting Alhaitham. You turn to look at Kaveh with wide eyes; However, Alhaitham's gaze goes back to their usual cold and unreadable.

"You're here already," you mumble as you slowly walk towards him, leaving Alhaitham and meeting Kaveh halfway.

"I'm here to pick you up," Kaveh grins, yet it falls as he looks closer into your eyes. "You..." he mumbles quietly to himself; you tilt your head slightly in confusion.

"Me?"

"Your eyes"

"Ah–" you gasp as you quickly wipe off your tears. "Oh, this is nothing. You don't have to worry," you say.

Kaveh looks at you and then at Alhaitham. His expression immediately falls as he puts two and two together; however, it was left unnoticed by you. Dirty emotions fill his brain as he sees your situation. Your teary eyes and Alhaitham staring at you like a lost puppy trying to gain independence yet still holding attachment fills Kaveh with so much disdain. He wants to test the waters and finally understands the sickening tension between you and his roommate.

So, Kaveh leans into your ear, making you blush, but his gaze not leaving Alhaitham, hoping to see a reaction. Alhaitham glares at Kaveh, who only smiles as he whispers into your ear in a low voice, "Hey [Name]." Goosebumps spread across your body as you feel his breath hitting your ear, turning red.

He gently grabs your wrist, caressing your palm without changing his position. You gasp at the sudden contact, "Kaveh, what are you–"

"Wanna go somewhere?" He whispers, "just the two of us?"

Fuck.

You nod in acceptance, to which Kaveh smiles. You both start walking away with Kaveh's hold onto your wrist, your back facing Alhaitham, whom you left alone. However, a sick twist of fate plays in his hands. Instead of looking forward, you turn your head to glance at the man you left alone– Alhaitham. Kaveh's heart drops.

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sorry for the late post i was recovering from a heartbreak so here's some angst!

SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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