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orelicia · 2 days ago

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could i request the seven brothers with a gn!lover who falls asleep the second they cuddle ? like it can start as some simple cuddles, and then their lover is just going to pass out in their arms without a single care in the world. and is hugging them very quickly so they can’t really move. (if the seven brothers is too much pick whoever you prefer)

Cuddles for you, only you!!

Xeijun's Letters: Thank you so much for the love you all gave on the first two posts!! Hope you all enjoy this one too!! Can you tell I really love Lucifer?

Warnings: Reader might be fem coded, so I'm sorry for that. I mean to make it as gender ambiguous I can!! Putting on makeup (Asmo), mentions of cocaine.

Genre: Fluff || Scenarios.

Lucifer

You sat on Lucifer's lap, while swinging your legs and humming to yourself. Being free from your assignments meant the free token to bother your darling boyfriend while he does paperwork as always.

Humming to yourself, your fingers fiddled gently with his hair on his nape while your cheek rested against his shoulder. Lucifer hummed, smiling, the weight of you on his legs felt nice, warm and the humming gently rumbled in his chest as well as he worked. It's been awhile since you've two just been together silently, with all his brothers shenanigans.

As he read the papers, feeling you move, he sighed but smiled, "Is something bothering you now??" he asked as you hummed silently, "Mm..Not really, but you're paying more attention to your paperwork than me." he said silently, pressing your lips to his jaw.

"You better be all mine after this is all done" you hummed as he nodded, "Yes-yes..I get it." he assured you, gently pressing your face back against his shoulder.

He went back to his work, humming to the silent classical music you had played from an MP3, more so for white noise to his paperwork. He wrote down the allocated money for the council and any and all clubs, checked up on Diavolo's reign, the subjects, the demons and witches and sorcerers. Everyone and everything demanded his utmost attention, why is it so?

Why can't people do things without him having to yell at them to check over things for them!?

As he wrote, his hand moved you and pressed you closer to him as you hummed and let out a gentle yawn. After finally being done, he leaned back sighing in relief and slight exhaustion.

"Up now, dear." he mumbled, waiting for you to listen so you two could snuggle on bed, instead of his chair. Yet when you did nothing, he gently lifted your head to find you asleep, warm and quiet.

Your cheek squished gently against his warm hand, a soft and relaxed look which is rather rare and soft snores as he almost grinned.

You were just perfect for him despite being a human..how ironic..

He gently let your had fall back against his shoulder as he gently put his hands under your knees and your back and tried to stand up but could barely budge, oh this again..

He looked down at you, to see your legs hooked under the arm and beside his side to keep him in place as if to hold him against you as tight as h could, likely to melt your skin together so he won't leave...

Well, all the more time to let him admire you!

Mammon

You grinned, counting the grimms and notes Mammon somehow won with you as his 'lucky charm' apparently. The only reason you bothered to join him was because he was sweet talking you far too much to let you ignore him.

Finally Mammon smirked, taking a last shot, shoving the glass on the table and walking after you as you skipped ahead, glad with the money he got. He walked faster, pulled you back by your waist,

"Oi, human! Quit stealin' my money"

He scoffed, but not really mad or anything, really just allowing you to do anything and obviously speaking fondly.

You shrugged, and continued walking ahead to the parking lot and waited for him to unlock the expensive car, and as he did, he got in first. You stretched your shoulders before Mammon pulls his seat back and lets you climb into his lap.

"Better get home before Lucifer hangs us up." he huffed, pulling out the driveway, as you grin.

You usually wouldn't do it, but partaking in the adrenaline rush Mammon does in the private chambers he's booked regularly for the past 1000 years, it's a place of Russian roulette, guns, drugs, alcohol and indulgence in you and his greed.

So you silently got in, leaning your head on his shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss to your head, "You okay?" he asked softly as you nodded as he began driving. You hummed softly, one hand on his other shoulder, thumb subconsciously stroking circles.

Mammon silently turns the sound of the radio up form the tiny panel on the steering wheel, playing some music as one foot subconsciously, very subtly tapped to the rhythm as he drove. One hand on your back, gently stroking.

It wasn't far too long that the House of Lamentation was in sight, as he parked, waited for you to bounce up and open the door and rush in like you always did..

Hm...weird, his head perked up when you didn't so he announced, "We're here, human." he said softly, but you didn't budge did he look down.

Breath soft, glitter everywhere on your body, cocaine somewhere in your hair after he got a bit too playful with 'snow', smell of cigarette and alcohol clung to you..But eyes softly shut in tiredness.

Your feet aching but you ignored for the pursuit of squishing your cheek against his bare chest which showed through his shirt, your shoes hooked on the little panel on the lower part of his door, making it absolutely non refusal to get out lest someone from outside opened the door..

He knew he wouldn't budge, so he just pulled out his phone to send a text to the family chat...

Ah, stupid humans..They fall asleep and do everything so easily, like making him fall in love all over again..

Leviathan

Levi watched with a soft snicker as you groaned, staring at the 'You lose' stamped in bright red as if branding you as an idiot at games. He patted your back softly,

"Lmao..how many times have you lost again??"

He asked with a grin, taking another photo of the screen, gently using the edit tool on his phone to edit the photo to circle a 'losses: 18 || wins: 0'. It was right under the 'You lost' banner and it showed your losses.

You sighed, "I don't get it..How do you pass this damn level!?" you turned to him as he sighed, covered in his blanket to minimise his embarrassment for wearing a Ruri-chan theme night pajamas.

He scoffed with a smirk, his eyes focused on the screen where you went wrong as he spoke, "Lmaooo, loser..AH-sorry, sorry, please don't hate me!!" he said, suddenly realising it was you..

He couldn't say that, what if you hated him for your entire life?? For an eternity and you BROKE UP WITH HIM?! He couldn't ever forgive himself...

But you brushed it off, shoving the controller back to him, as he smiled,

"Let me." he hummed, adding your save as you grumpily crawled onto his lap, instead choosing to pull out your DDD. It wasn't a very much video game marathon, the pair of you just usually did these nights where you both were on your separate devices, doing whatever but still together.

Levi hummed, one hand on the back of your upper thighs, but not quite on your ass as he squeezed gently with his large hands as you snuggled your face into his shoulder, pressing a quick kiss as he played the game.

He pressed the button, forcing the character to jump up while throwing explosions at the main boss, his fingers tapped even more, trying to defeat the many minions the character's way.

A few more hits, he waited as he tried to finish the quest under the time given, he gently pushed your hand over his shoulders as you groaned softly, but didn't protest..Weird.

Finally, Levi grinned as he won, softly whooping under his breath,

"Yessss!! Henry, did ya see??!" he asked brightly, as he waited for an affirming hum and when he didn't receive it..he felt awkward and insecure.

Of-course why would you be paying attention more to him than your DDD? Levi could almost cry but he didn't as he felt soft breaths on his ear as he gently tried to pull you apart to se your face which was hidden in his shoulders, but you didn't even budge.

"Henry..? Uhhh.." Levi softly called your name, as you didn't answer, only snuggling close as he gently pushed back your hair from the side of your face, to get a glimpse of your eyes closed and him unable to move as he sighed.

Squealing excitedly, he sighed out, "Eeeekkk!! They wanna sleep against you so tight you can't move!!! It's exactly like what happens in MycrushisasleepdemonsoIbecometheirpillowandnowican'tbudge!, yes! YESSS!!" he said, before clamping a hand to his mouth, realising he got too loud before he patted your back softly.

Trying to lull you back to deeper sleep, he sighed out with a smile. Oh the stupid otaku has a love so deep!~

Satan

Satan sighed, rubbing the back of his nape as he stretched his shoulders as you both groaned, entering after finally finishing one of the most tiring days at RAD that you could remember in the past month.

You dropped your bags, as Satan quickly attempted to change, throwing you one of his comfy shirts to stay in as you got in his bed, turning on the air conditioner to a slightly higher setting.

Finally done, he got into bed with you, "Who puts three hexes and curses lesson in a row on the same DAMN DAY?!" he asked, removing his blazer and then unbuttoning his shirt and folding it, loosening his tie.

You huffed, tiredly pulling on some pair of shorts of yours which likely laid around with how often you were over, and pulling one of Satan's white night shirts as he sighed, wiping his face with some wet wipes to remove the sweat and all..

Annoyance and wrath was already pooling in his eyes and your sigil of his, his pact, glowed green as you scoffed.

"An idiot does." you scoffed, pulling a book or something to see if you could pass the time until lunch came around. You'd want to start a new one, but you and Satan had been busy reading this book he'd recently got.

You pulled it from his nightstand, cursing since you both forgot to somehow bookmark it as you flipped the pages trying to see where you were.

Satan looked over your shoulder, humming in affirmation to see if you'd read the part of not.

Finally getting to where you both read, Satan laid-sat back as you leaned against him, Satan's thighs pulled up so he could rest the book there as you snuggled into his chest, inhaling his scent of old books, mint, green apples and dark chocolate..

"You know, I'm surprised nothing happened in class today, no?" he said as you hummed in slight agreement.

THREE curses and hexes classes back-to-back, you're surprised no one got sent to the infirmary by one of the seven brother because one of the demons annoyed them a bit too much..

But silently, his eyes trained over the words. The character's discovery to her magical heritage with the help of a demon, she arrives at the new place and is trying to find herself and fit somewhere..

His finger fiddled with the end, the book smelled of cats, dark chocolate and tiramisu from the last time you were eating it while reading the book..He waits for any type of sign that you're done reading after he himself is done. But nothing, so he gives it a few more minutes.

He hums softly, his cheek against the top of her head, he smells your shampoo, presses a kiss and waits. He re-reads the same two pages a few times until he is sure it shouldn't be taking you this long to read.

"MC..?" he looks down, one of his arm was around your waist and the other on the side of the book to hold it straight.

Since he saw your head lolling back and forth as he removed his hand form the book to gently push your hair back and pull your head onto his shoulder.

Snores soft and tiredness obvious, he knew it was tiring today and this was obviously bound to happen. He smiles, gently kissing your forehead as he actually put a book mark in, one you bought him with Claude Monet's painting on it.

He gently put the book aside, having expected you to sleep with how tired you were from RAD, just not this early. He softly laid down, pulling you as he hummed softly,

"Sleep tight, dear." he smiled. Oh Devil, you fit perfectly in his arms!!

Asmodeus

"Ooo, mauve and pink together, Pleaseee!!" Asmodeus almost squealed as he straddled your waist as you laid on his bed. Letting him do your makeup as you sighed.

"Sure, do what you want" you said with a soft smile as Asmo smiled, his glossy lips gently kissing your lips before she sat up, straddling your waist as he applied foundation, he seemed so adamant on this position, not that you minded.

"Hm, you know we should do skin care more often, cutie! Your skin is just glowing!" he said softly, using the clean wet sponge to spread your foundation after primer and all the base. You closed your eyes a bit since the foundation felt itchy and you didn't want it in your eyes, but Asmo gently pushed back your hair and continued.

He spread the foundation, softly humming and whistling 'ghost town' by Veorra which you introduced to him as he gently nodded his head side to side to the beat subconsciously, as he gently patted your skin to see if the foundation got streaky, it didn't.

He gently hummed, putting on concealer, contour and powder softly, humming to himself as he admired you. You usually wouldn't, but you trusted him enough to let him do make up on you, mostly as a test trial.

"Oh my! Your cheeks are so cute!!" Asmo cooed, almost ready to pepper kisses on them, but he paused since his gloss might ruin your foundation and the base he laid down, "Hm.. Pink and mauve, but colour were you thinking??"

He hummed, holding up the make-up palette as you slightly lifted your head at an awkward angle while trying not to give yourself cramps in your collarbones, neck or jaw or anywhere as he hummed softly.

You chose two to three colours, which you knew would go nice together, as he giggled and gently began prepping your eyes before he started to do your eye makeup, complex and pretty.

He softly made cat eye crease, gently colouring your eyes like his personal colour book with makeup as his art supplies as he hummed, his thighs gently squeezing your waist in support as you closed your eyes. Another shade on the inner corner, another colour in the inner-upper side.

A few very delicately crafted eyeliner to pull it together, with rhinestones, pearls or makeup decorations and all.

After eyeshadow, he leaned back and admired his handiwork for a little bit, your eyes closed politely and sweetly like an obedient kid's.

His hand refused to shake as he gently laid down the inky black eye liner with colourful liner too, making sure to fill in gaps but also not leak the eyeliner in your eyes since he knew, as a human, that wouldn't be pleasant.

"Oh, I'm just pretty in everything I do, don't I?" Asmo smiled, cupping his cheek as you hummed softly, your eyes still close, "Hmm-...hmm..Keep your eyes closed, this liner takes a sec or something!" he worked to curl your lashes, mascara and lash pearls so you had dotted eyelashes. Oh you were such ADORABLE!!

And finally, he dug through his bag to pull out multiple lip products, lining with two different colours, lipcolour was a mixture of five different; mauve, a deep shade of magenta, dark wine red, dusty red and a soft purple-pink..

It looked so good, dare he say, heavenly on you!

He applied lipgloss and setting spray and he was finally done, his finger very gently touched your eyelid, on the eyeliner, "Hm..It's dry, cutie. You can get up!!" he squealed, waiting for you to open your eyes and smile.

A second or two passed, as he got concern, "Honey..? Oh shit" he grumbled, looking through his bag, which he kept separated to make sure he didn't use anything that would be harmful or poisonous or anything!

Finding and hurriedly reading anything and everything, he checked your breath to see you breathing normally which made him pause. His finger softly tickled your side, "Cutie..?...oh." he paused.

You were asleep, your legs tight around him so he couldn't get off you..DAMMIT! Don't scare him like that, his skin might get wrinkles..But thank the Devil you're okay! He sighed, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead, before pulling out his phone.

His devilgram followers are going to love your makeup!!

Beelzebub

Finishing, you brushed your hands and wiped them, "You sure you want to wait for me, MC?" Beel asked softly, still in the middle of seven two times, so technically 14, different dishes.

You shrugged, humming since you didn't feel up to doing ANY activity and Asmo, who took you both shopping, let you both stay in to eat. He could handle a few hundred bags himself, he is the fifth born after all and thank Diavolo for that.

You leaned against him, legs across his lap and his bicep as your pillow in the booth you two were sitting as he sat silently. You weren't gonna lie you didn't understand why Asmo was so insistent on dressing up to just go to the mall, but now you understood. It looked like one of the most lavish buildings you've seen.

People decked out in their most fashionable clothes, dressing up casual would just look like a hobo entered in, no offence to anyone.

Just seeing it made you tired as you subtly removed your shoes on the floor, under the table and sat criss-cross, the place was so fricking clean, you wouldn't lie.

Leaning against, Beel hummed in delight chewing on his fifth burger, taking a sip of his second cup of dev-coke to wash it (it had cocaine in it!!), as he dipped his burger into the plate of corn-cheese, eating fries and nachos in between as he swallowed food over and over.

He was glad Lucifer agreed to fund them, his single modelling photos went for billions, who knew trillions of dead humans, sinners and hell-born demons, witches and others since the beginning of time would pay that much for the avatar of pride to model?

He didn't care about that right now, he was busy more busy gulping down his seventh burger, be quiet humanity and demonity!

He chewed silently, licking the sauce of his fingers, pulling a tissue and wiping before he sipped his sprite and coke and his milkshake, then went back to nachos and fifth box of fries.

He hummed in delight, when he finally finished, he patted your thighs, wiping his hands and digging in your purse quietly to pull out a wet wipe to wash his hand, as he sighed with a small smile. He felt so good...for the next two hour or so.

He smiled, "done, MC!" he said brightly, looking down to find you asleep, trying to keep him in place as he tilted his head, "Hm? Oh..you must have been tired." he whispered.

But nonetheless, he picked you up like a little doll, one hand on your butt (for privacy), the other holding you tight as he walked out, thanking the waiter, ducking a bit to not crush his forehead on the doorframe.

He walked a bit, finally meet Asmo in a shoe shop, grumbling with a box over some baby pink heels in annoyance, but it melted when he saw you over Beel's shoulder.

"Ah, they fell asleep!! I got the cutest thing for them, no worries. We'll let them try on at home!!" Asmo said, gently squeezing your cheek on Beel.

The fifth born pulled the sixth born, and you sleeping on his shoulder for more shopping

Belphegor

"And that is Heracles and that one is Jason, I think I met Jason once. Since Lucifer and Diavolo are technically a sort of Hades..I don't know. I think i'm a fury..." he whispered sleepily, barely comprehending what he said.

But you felt compelled to believe him as he sat up somewhat to try and stay awake while he tried to explain the stars to you, his eyes squinting to see where each star was while you admired him.

"God, Jason reminds me of Grey Sister's taxi company...it's mostly just them duplicating themselves to serve demons and entities..They drive so bad, it makes Beel sick." he whispered as you shrugged,

"Who..?", "Grey sisters. Once they made Mammon so mad, he took their eye and tooth and threatened to turn it to gold so they can never see.." he whispered, far too out of it as you laughed softly.

Boys never had a simple story such as visiting a lake, always something crazy with mythology mixed in, again he spoke as if he was an oracle,

"Yumraj likes to see Diavolo every few weeks.", "....The Hindu god of death?" you whispered softly as Belphie snored after almost falling asleep, again, when you snapped your finger to him.

Belphie groaned, actually sitting up and letting go of his pillow to try and stay awake which he sometimes found it slightly difficult to do (as difficult as can be for him, the epitome of sloth) without Diasy.

He looked up at the stars, chewing on a strawberry as he sat on the gingham patterned mat, he could now see the stars more as he hummed softly,

"That star there is Mars. Mars is, obviously, named after the Roman god of War, the Roman counterpart of Ares, the greek god of war." he said softly, letting him rant about random Greek shit. You didn't know he knew so much, but you shrugged. Eyes drooping with love.

He spoke on topic to try and stay awake, despite the difficulty he faced and you appreciated it.

You both were sitting on the backyard of House of Lamentation, on gingham patterned picnic blanket with snacks which you somehow concealed the smell of from Beel using a spell while star-gazing.

Well, you laid and he sat.

Belphie spoke on different stories, his own stories he made up about the constellations and the real stories,

"That is 'Orion'. Orion proclaimed himself to be such a great hunter and that he was the son of Zeus" he said, his fingers moving to motion a pattern of the constellations,

"This made Hera made, it always does but no judgement to her, and she sent a scorpion to kill him. That scorpion later became the constellation of 'Scorpius'..." he whispered softly, his hand gently patting your hair.

"Zeus took pity on him and turned him into a constellations in the stars." Belphie hummed, softly. "Zeus was, no offence, a weirdo." he whispered, as you hummed in agreement, your arm around his waist as he smiled.

After moments of talking, he stood up, "I need to go to the bathroom.." he whispered, but unable to with your tight grip, as he waited for you to let him go..

He looked down, seeing your eyes closing and you on the peak to sleep as he grinned, uncovering the grapes and sighing, he hurriedly teleported to go and came back.

Seeing you sleep, your arm reaching around the blanket to look for him, the sight making him smile. He silently laid down beside you, deciding his own sloth-ness needs to be fulfilled,

"Enough stars for one day..."

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corroded-hellfire · 1 day ago

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Hello🥹 I’m new to your blog and I’m loving the AYW series. I honestly got hooked on the Ryan’s Birthday party one shot, could I maybe request a follow-up to Steve’s and Eddie’s conversation of “you should be fucking the babysitter”? maybe Eddie accidentally bumping his head against the car he was working on and coming out and sharing a beer with Steve starting with “no man, no way”, and then sharing feelings about his relationship with Brittany and with her? Maybe confessing he has somewhat of a crush on her? And then coming home to find her after that conversation with Steve? Maybe Steve is the one who drops him home and comes inside the house for a bit? Haha sorry if it is too specific 🥹💖 I’m really loving the series

It was time for some more of this dynamic duo. This picks up right at the end of Ryan's Birthday

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“So, uh, question for you. Are you fucking the babysitter? Because between you and me? You should be.”

Eddie’s head bumps against the hood of the car he had just begun to work on again. His throat goes dry, words failing him as he stares into the face of his best friend. “What?” he finally rasps out. “W-Why would you ask that?”

Steve can’t help but roll his eyes. Munson can’t act for shit and Steve wonders how he never noticed the man’s crush on the younger woman before.

“Oh, cut the bullshit, it’s me,” Steve says.

The bangs and whirs of the garage around them suddenly seem too quiet to Eddie, like everyone in the building will hear anything he says out loud. But what is he going to say? He’s never uttered a word about his feelings for you out loud. The guilt already ate at him that he had these feelings at all. It was hard enough to admit how he feels about you to himself, he isn’t sure how to vocalize it, even if it is to his best friend.

“I, uh…” Eddie clears his throat and takes the grease-soaked rag off his shoulder just to have something to do with his hands.

“Dude,” Steve says. “Do you think I’m going to tell anyone? What, I’m gonna go to Brittany? I hate talking to her about anything at all; I’d never voluntarily do it. Just spill it, I already know.”

“H-How?” It’s the only word Eddie’s able to utter.

Steve huffs a laugh, amazed by his friend’s obliviousness.

“You weren’t subtle. I mean, maybe to someone who doesn’t know you. But I was there back in those days when you fell in love with Brittany. Shit, you look at the babysitter with way more love than you ever did her. I thought I’d see little cartoon hearts in your eyes.”

Heat blooms in Eddie’s face, both in embarrassment and nervousness. His eyes shift from left to right, his mind running all over the map. If Steve noticed, who else did? Wayne did give him a look at the end of Ryan’s party the other day. Of course the old man knows, he knows Eddie better than anyone.

Wait, if Steve clocked this, did Nancy? Oh God, she must think he’s the worst. Having these thoughts and feelings about a woman who isn’t his wife. A woman who is so much younger than him. Did Max notice? Did Lucas? Did you?

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill the hell out,” Steve says, waving a hand in front of his friend. “Stop that brain from going into panic mode.” “Do you think anyone else–”

“No,” Steve says before Eddie can finish his question. “I started to look out for it once I noticed. Then it was painfully obvious. You look like a God damn puppy when she smiles at you.”

An involuntary goofy smile grows on Eddie’s face, and it’s all the confirmation Steve needs—though he really didn’t need any at all.

“Jesus Christ, you’re really gone for her.”

Eddie looks around to make sure there’s no one close enough to hear his words. The last thing he needs is someone else learning about his shameful secret. “I really fucking am,” Eddie says. “Shit, I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Steve huffs a small laugh and shakes his head.

“She’s a good kid. Oop, sorry. I’ll choose my words more carefully.”

Steve winces when Eddie glares at him.

“She’s not a kid,” Eddie states.

“How old is she?”

“Twenty.”

Steve considers for a moment, and Eddie takes in every little minute detail of the expressions on his face.

“Holy shit, calm down, will you? I’m not judging you. Or her. I mean, Jesus, do you remember what I was like in high school?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I have no room to judge anyone. And besides, it’s not even that big of an age gap.”

“Twelve years,” Eddie says with a shrug. “And it’s not like she’s a teenager.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why, but something about that would make it seem weird. Never mind the difference is only a few months.”

“You’re not helping,” Eddie grits out.

Steve waves his hand in the air in a dismissive manner.

“I already said I’m not judging, damn. She seems pretty mature for her age, too.”

“She is.”

The smile on Eddie’s face warms Steve’s heart—not that he’d ever tell him that. But he’s watched his best friend deal with a shitty marriage for almost a decade now. The light in his eyes went out around the time Ryan was born, and Steve hasn’t seen it since. So Steve doesn’t care if this woman was eighteen or eighty, she made Eddie happy, and that’s something Steve worried he’d never see again.

“But you’re not fucking?” Steve asks just to clarify.

“No,” Eddie says, both of them picking up on the disappointment in his tone.

“Would you leave Brittany for her?”

And there it is. The question Eddie’s pondered on those nights when sleep just won’t find him and he’s staring at the ceiling fan spinning round. It’s all so much more complicated than just that simple question. But if Eddie can’t even come up with an answer to this, how would he be able to figure any of the other shit out? Thoughts of his sons and everything that would put them through go through his head, and he can’t bring himself to say he’d willingly inflict that kind of pain on them.

“I don’t know.”

Eddie’s voice is quiet, uncertain.

“Would you cheat on Brittany with her?”

This is another question that’s swirled around in Eddie’s head. One that’s much easier to answer, in his opinion.

“After she’s been cheating on me for more than half of our relationship? Hell yes.”

“You’d feel guilty, though.”

It’s not a question; Steve knows him.

Eddie sighs and throws the rag over his shoulder again. He kicks his scuffed boots against the floor of the garage and rests his hands on the open hood of the car.

“I think I’d get over it.”

“Oh, I know you would,” Steve says with a knowing smirk. “The minute you find out that she has feelings for you, too? Shit, you’re going to forget you even have a wife. And that’s not necessarily bad with you, honestly. Because in a lot of ways, you don’t have a wife. She’s not been a real partner for how long?”

Eddie scoffs. “Ever?”

Steve snorts a laugh in agreement.

“Man, I’m not telling you what to do…”

“But you are,” Eddie says with a smirk.

“Maybe,” Steve says with a shrug. “But go for it with the babysitter, yeah?”

Eddie sighs and shakes his head as he looks down into the engine bay of the car he’s supposed to be working on.

“You say that like she’ll want me.”

“Feel it out,” Steve suggests. “That’s what flirting is for, no? Not like you’re not already doing that.”

“What?” Eddie looks up at his friend in confusion.

Steve can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle and roll his eyes at how utterly oblivious his friend is.

“You’re shitting me, right? When you threw her in the pool?” Steve raises his eyebrows. When Eddie just continues to look confused, Steve rubs at his brow. “Wow. The way you held her and looked at her? You practically eye-fucked her.”

Eddie scoffs a laugh, and his cheeks turn red.

“What? No way.”

“Whatever man,” Steve says as he shakes his head in exasperation. “Here, just take this.”

Steve takes his hand out of his pocket and holds it out towards Eddie. The mechanic frowns in confusion and he extends his hand palm up. The foil of a condom falls against his dirty and greasy hand. Eddie’s eyes widen as he quickly shoves the small square in his pocket before someone else can see it.

“You think I don’t have these at home?” Eddie hisses.

“It’s been a minute,” Steve says, and Eddie doesn’t know if he’s kidding or not. “They’re probably expired.”

Eddie groans as he drops his head back.

“God, you might be right. They’re probably older than Luke.”

Steve would laugh if he didn’t think Eddie was serious.

“Better toss those so you don’t accidentally use one. The last thing you need is to knock up the babysitter.”

Instead of automatically agreeing like Steve assumed he would, Eddie chokes on his own saliva and avoids Steve’s eyes. He gets weirdly quiet before he sputters something about having to get back to work. The red face is enough of a clue for Steve, though; a clue he never wanted nor asked for.

“Alright,” Steve says with a nauseated expression on his face. “That’s a conversation for another day. After, like, five drinks.”

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bewitched-hours · 2 days ago

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Forsaken | Mafioso & (His)Child!Reader (Part 2)

See part 1 here @lopfuuinhareanon @albinoxp Hope you enjoy o(≧▽≦)o

Reader gets She/Her again~

"And you're sure?" Chance asked you with a perplexed look.

"I saw them! They hesitated!" You protested, struggling against the gambler's grip with tears running over your cheeks.

Nothing you remembered in your past could've prepared you for watching your father actually kill someone. You knew he did it without question, you knew he'd sometimes come home with blood on him and need a bath before you could shower him in affection and stories from what you did with whichever goon stayed behind to watch you.

But you've never seen him actively kill someone...

And when you were the one he got, it felt even worse... Like you've done something to deserve this.

But sometimes... Even he seemed to hesitate when you pleaded with him, telling him you still believed in him even as he killed you.

Somehow... You knew he could hear you... Or at least your fear...

You figured if you just refused to give up, he would remember and win over the Spectre's hold...

"I saw dad too! He had that look again!" You tried to stomp your feet in the air until Chance hid in a building and let you down finally.

You knew he meant well, seeing as you were a bit slower with your shorter legs. Even your bunny speed can't get you so far...

You looked out carefully, watching the goons scramble to find you with an odd look to them... Like they felt guilty...

It honestly broke your heart. Even though they've killed you several times, you still saw them as family and knew you'd forgive them in a heartbeat. It wasn't their fault the Spectre made them turn against you...

You couldn't help but let out soft squeaks. Nothing like the ones you'd show when you let any of the survivors pet you but more with a sad undertone to it. Chance could only pray to his lady luck that the goons wouldn't hear it as you watched them split to look for the gambler and you.

"Kid, I know you can't control your squeaks but is there a way to muffle them at least?" He whispered nervously, trying not to sound upset.

He knew you just wanted your life back. Everyone did.

But they to focus on the present, as did you.

"Sorry..." You muttered, your squeaks quieting down until they were barely heard. You knew Chance felt bad about it though as he proceeded to lead you to a generator and help you with the puzzle so the generator would be done quicker.

By the time you've finished the round and won with Chance as the last two standing, you felt homesick again.

This time though, the survivors tried to trust you a bit more and went to make the table, simply handing you paper and crayons again so you went off to draw like usual until dinner was ready.

You learned the routine by now. Each 'day' has about 6 to 7 rounds before you were all allowed a longer break to have dinner and sleep.

You would get 10 hours to sleep and clean before it all repeated... It exhausted you mentally- wait...

There was a sudden song outside... A whistling you recognized anyday.

You looked to the other survivors and made sure they were distracted with dinner while you quietly snuck out.

"Sorry..." You whispered whilst slipping through the door to find the source of the whistling. A pit practically formed in your stomach and tears prodded through your eyelids as a lump formed in your throat.

It couldn't be a coincidence... It had to be them...

It was the exact melody they would whistle to help you sleep after a nightmare...

Hmm, should the child join the killers, I wonder~?

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sammywritesfics · 1 day ago

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LH-43 Lakehouse Fights, or Flights?

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Angst, fluff. Masterlist: here. Summary: After years of butting heads in college. You become best friends with Luke's older brother. His feelings only changed when he saw you with your boyfriend (ex now). Requests are open!

Present.

You were excited to spend the summer with your friend Jack and his family. The lakehouse he stayed at was fairly big, enough for the few of you who were staying.

The downside? Jack had gotten you plane tickets, but your flight got in before his. He had some media training he needed to do after a mild scandal. You were freezing in the cold outside of the airport as you texted Jack frantically asking for the address of the house.

When you got no response, you decided to bite your pride and call Luke. You and Luke went to college together, you hated each other. Well you didn’t hate him, but he hated you. And you felt like a loser when people could tell the hate was one-sided.

You don’t really know how it started, maybe it was when you accidentally finished the keg at the frat you used to visit as a group. Maybe it was when you forgot you unlocked your door for him and Mark. Granted that was more of your roommate's fault, than yours. No, it had to be the night of the end-of-the-season party.

Five Years Ago.

You were in the bathroom of Ethan’s house. Upstairs it was quiet, with faint music. Everyone had left or went downstairs. Leaving you to stare at your phone in shock. Luke had been drafted, and he didn’t tell you.

You weren’t friends, but he was in your friend group. He used to drive you from your classes to your apartment when your car would break down.

You really shouldn’t have been so offended he didn’t tell you. Maybe he just wanted to keep it a secret. But the alcohol was flooding your mind. So when Luke opened the door to the bathroom, your brain couldn’t catch up with your mind.

Luke watched as you stared at him with watery eyes. “You got drafted?” You asked quietly. Luke froze in place, he felt sick. He wanted to wait until it was a good time to tell his friends.

Mark who was behind him stared at him incredulously. “Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Mark asked, hurting, lacing his voice. Luke was frozen between your watery eyes, and Mark’s pained face. He wanted just one night before everything changed.

Luke was under so much pressure to perform like his two brothers. He was so angry at you, and you didn’t even know you had done anything wrong.

Luke brushed past Mark, storming downstairs. You got a look as you ran to follow him. “Luke?” You called brushing past a few of your friends to find him outside. You opened the screen door and saw how he kicked over a potted plant.

He turned back to you with a pissed expression, “I haven’t told any of them!” Luke yelled at you as you walked closer to him. “I didn’t-” You started but he held up a hand to you.

“I am under so much pressure, I have to be just like my brothers. I wanted one night!” Luke kept going, keeping his hands in fists by his side. “I’m sorry..” You tried, but your brain couldn’t keep up as the room spun slightly.

“Are you? This is just like you to be such an attention whore!” the words escaped his lips before he could stop them. You both were in the wrong, you both knew it. But it didn’t stop you from storming back inside. And it didn’t stop him from letting you. A month later he was called to New Jersey.

You saw him through friends during the summer, that was how you and Jack became friends. Luke hated how well you got along with his family. And you hated how much you missed Luke's absence.

Present.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Luke's BMW pulled up. You stared at him through the window of the car. His hair was shorter, in loose curls that met his ears. He was just as beautiful as he was the last time you had seen him.

You ignored how dry your throat was when you got in the car. Luke didn’t say anything as he pulled out of the airport parking lot.

After a few long minutes of silence, he spoke up first. “Are you in town for long?’ Luke asked, eyes on the road. You glanced up from your phone, “Yeah. As long as Jack wants me to stay..” You looked back down at your phone, missing how Luke’s jaw clenched.

You both didn’t want to fight, especially if you were going to be alone for a few hours. “Hey, can we stop to get some lemon-” You were cut off when Luke spoke up. “I went to the store when I heard you were coming..” Luke said quietly as it embarrassed him to admit.

You smiled to yourself, it wasn’t much. But it was like a tiny bridge between you both. However, when you woke up the next morning, the bridge had fallen into the water.

Jack had shaken you until you rolled over. Jack threw a hand over his eyes to see you sleeping shirtless. “Dude, warning!” He yelled at you. “Dude, my room” you mocked him as you held the sheet to your chest. You would’ve been embarrassed if it was anyone other than Jack. You once had to help him shower after hurting his shoulder.

So the boundary between you was a bit more relaxed yet respectful. Luke had chosen that moment to walk past your room. Scowling at you when he saw you holding the sheet to your chest in front of Jack. It looked all types of wrong.

Downstairs Luke bumped into Trevor, “Woah, where's the fire?” he joked as Luke sent him a moody look. “Jack just has to take everything..” Luke mumbled bitterly, he was tired and frustrated. Trevor assumed it was the usual brotherly fight. No one had any idea how much it was going to ramp up over the summer.

You were on the boat with a few of the boy's friends. Quinn was driving the boat while chatting with Trevor and Jack at the front. Mark and Luke stayed by your side. Well, Luke stayed so that Mark would stop flirting with you. It had been only an hour until Mark started to flirt with you.

Unlike Luke’s brothers, or even Trevor. Mark had his suspicions of Luke’s crush on you. In college, if you were in the crowd. Luke would shoot a goal and swoop around the ice, showing off. But if you and your roommate stayed behind that night.

Luke was far more focused and less expressive when winning. You turned to Mark, despite him and your old roommate breaking up, you both remained close.

“Can you get my back?” You asked to pull off your swim cover-up. Mark stood up, “I was going to get a drink, but Lukey here wouldn’t mind,” he said, slapping an arm on Luke’s shoulder. Luke nodded, a slight pink dusting his ears.

You shrugged it off and tossed him the sunscreen. Luke warmed the sunscreen in his hands before slowly spreading it on your back. His fingers pressed into the muscles, making you relax into his touch. After a few calming moments, Luke rubbed a spot in your shoulder that had you let out a quiet moan. Luke froze for a moment, letting you know he heard it. He instead kept rubbing the sunscreen into your back.

You were thankful he didn’t acknowledge it. And he was thankful you couldn’t see him adjust his waistband. When Mark came back, he leaned back against the boat's seat.

You turned to Luke, “is Trevor single?” You asked shyly. Luke’s head whipped towards you, before seeing the twitch of your lips. “You're a dick…” he mumbled, sipping his drink.

Everything was good until Jack called across the boat. He called your name, “Are you still with Evan?” He asked. You spat out your drink, coughing hard as Mark patted your back. Since moving to New Jersey, you have started seeing a guy occasionally.

But you had broken up when he went over to Jack's apartment with you. He pulled you aside in the middle of dinner to start a fight about how apparently Luke was staring at you the whole evening. When you told him he was being ridiculous, Evan stormed out of the room. Leaving Jack to pick up the pieces, and Luke feeling more useless than he ever had before. You turned to Jack, “No, um…he broke up with me a few weeks ago” you told Jack.

You looked at your drink, almost embarrassed you dated such an asshole. You lay down, kicking your legs by Luke’s lap. Trevor spoke up trying to lighten the mood, “So you're single?” He teased you. Luke wrapped a hand around your ankle, rubbing slow circles into them. His touch was grounding you if it wasn’t for the fight you had last Christmas. You would’ve thought more about the look he gave you.

Jack smacked Trevor’s arm, dragging him awake to go wakeboard. “Why? Are you interested Trevor?” You teased him back. Luke dropped his ankle and moved near Quinn who was still driving the boat. I frowned at Luke’s random outbursts. Only this one wasn’t directed at you.

You were watching a movie with Jack and Trevor. Quinn went out to get groceries. Mark on the other hand was talking with Luke in the kitchen. When you leaned into Trevor’s side. Luke made an excuse to go upstairs. Mark shot you a knowing look, one that made no sense to you.

At dinner, you accidentally dropped a glass. Jack had mentioned something about a girl Luke had been seeing. Unknown to you, seeing was a stretch. It shattered to the ground. You froze, staring at the shattered glass. You went to get a broom but Quinn got up to clean it before me. You made an excuse before going into the kitchen. Luke followed behind you.

“I’m sorry, I know that's Ellen's Christmas gift to you,” You said turning to Luke. “You broke it on purpose, what couldn’t stand not having the spotlight?” Luke snapped at you. You had months since another big fight.

“I was in an accident! I didn't mean to” You pleaded for him to believe you. “It wasn’t and you know it!” Luke stepped closer. “It was about me and Sofia, wasn’t it?” He questioned getting into your face. “Your hate for me is pitiful, you're a pitiful man” You snapped at him, not backing down. Luke swallowed hard, “Sophia and I barely dated..” Luke said quietly. Your eyes softened. “Not like it affects me..” You mumbled turning away.

He softly called your name, “just, look at me?” he pleaded. You turned back to him hesitantly. “I’m being a major dickhead, okay?” Luke looked away. “Yes, you have been..” You said with less malice than before.

“I don’t know how to go about this. I really like you, and now it feels like Trevor's trying to steal you away from me. And you're not even mine-” Luke’s sentence was cut off by you throwing your arms around him. “I’m sorry too. I should've kept my mouth shut when you got drafted” You mumbled into his chest. “I like you too..” You mumbled as Luke pulled away from you. You both kissed, it felt safe and natural.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 days ago

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Not At All | Tommy Shelby x Reader

PART 3 of A Series of Interactions at The Garrison - but can also be read as its own story

Request: yes by @brummiereader - sent in as a blurb request

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

Summary: Things between Tommy and (Y/N) come to a head after a different kind of interaction happens at The Garrison.

Warnings: language, smoking, mention of drinking (it takes place at a bar, y’all)

Word Count: 2308

A/N: I’m so happy that everyone’s enjoying this unexpected journey so far — I hope this next part doesn’t disappoint! I’m sorry it’s taken a little longer than would’ve been expected for me to put it out….I hope y’all are still interested in it. I’m really proud of how it came out. The prompt I used is bolded in the story. Enjoy! :)

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED — I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORY!

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Things were different at The Garrison today. Not many people had been through the Small Heath watering hole, and it finally gave (Y/N) a chance to breathe behind the bar. No one was yelling rudely for another drink, no one was arguing on who arrived at the bar first, and there were no terrible messes that needed to be cleaned up.

There was this one man though.

His name was Daniel. He was unlike the majority of patrons that frequented the pub. Instead of being demanding, he sat and waited for his order to be filled, tipped (Y/N) way over the normal amount, and struck up a normal conversation with her….one that didn’t make her feel inferior or like she was in harm’s way.

It was a welcome scenario that she was thankful for on a day that was going slower than usual.

They kept their conversation going, only stopping when (Y/N) needed to tend to a customer or restock the bar. It switched topics frequently, their discussions ranging from the goings on around the city to what Daniel did for work: he was a writer for the newspaper, and the boy did the stories he share make (Y/N) laugh.

“So this one time I was assigned to what my boss called a festival that was way too far outside of the city limits for my liking, but the pay was good so I agreed to it,” he started up on another story, resting both of his elbows on the bar so that he could lean in on them for effect, his grin growing as he continued, “turns out he wanted me to report on this sheep herding event that some local farmers were doing…you wouldn’t believe the size of the bloody crowd that this thing attracted!”

“Miss can I get another round of shots?” a patron interjected a request into the story, effectively pausing it and making (Y/N) go about filling the correct amount of glasses he was wanting.

“You’re going to need to make two trips for them,” she told the man as she placed the bottle of liquor back in its position on the shelf.

“Nah, I’ll be able to take ‘em,” the man disregarded her statement, then going about grabbing as many of the glasses that he was able to hold. He managed to get a grip on all but one of the glasses. “Put that one on top of this one here, will ya?” he then asked (Y/N) to assist him.

“I can bring it over to your table if you’d like,” she suggested another plan.

“I said put it on top of this glass,” the man insisted, his patience now clearly wearing thin.

(Y/N) pursed her lips into a fine line, obviously not wanting to follow through with what the man was suggesting. But she obliged, managing to get the last glass to balance on of the glasses he was already gripping in between his fingers so that she could avoid his temper rising any higher.

All was well until the man began to lift the cluster of drinks off of the bar top. Sure enough, the glass that she had balanced wobbled and fell back to its previous place, making the liquid it held splatter everywhere as it did.

“Fuck,” (Y/N) sighed under her breath, quickly grabbing a towel so that she could stop the spread of the spilled drink’s contents. She then shot a look to the man who was standing with the rest of the drinks in his hands. “Take those to your table and I will bring the last one over,” she said to him, the tone she spoke with telling him that her plan was not up for debate.

The man nodded and followed through with it, leaving the bar for his table.

“I’m sorry, give me a moment,” (Y/N) sent an apologetic smile in Daniel’s direction.

“No worries at all. Do your job,” he smiled back at her.

She then went about the motions of completely cleaning up the remnants of the spill on the counter before she refilled the glass and brought it to the table of awaiting men. They thanked her and she smiled at them before returning back to her spot behind the bar.

“Never a dull moment here,” she commented to Daniel, laughing softly as he smiled at her. “I’m sorry again for interrupting your story.”

“Love like I said, it’s no worries. You were doing your job,” he grinned at her. He then gently reached out and used his thumb to wipe what (Y/N) quickly realized was a wet spot on her right cheek. “Though it seems you missed a spot in your hasty clean up,” he grinned at her, his thumb lingering against her skin for a moment longer.

“Thank you,” she whispered her thanks, feeling her skin heating up where his finger brushed. She subconsciously leaned his touch, quite liking the feeling of his smooth skin touching hers.

“Oi, out!”

Another voice entered the conversation. (Y/N) knew exactly who it was without even looking. The commanding nature of it was a dead giveaway.

Daniel jumped back from the bar top and turned to face the gangster that called the city ‘his’, the smile he was previously wearing now nowhere to be found. “Mr. Shelby, I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong, I…”

“Out. Now,” Tommy didn’t want to hear any of what he had to say. His steely gaze was honed in on the man he was going to get out of his pub by any means necessary, if it came down to it.

Daniel didn’t try to continue with his rebuttal. He knew that continuing talking would get him nowhere in this situation. Everyone in Small Heath knew who Tommy Shelby was…they knew that what he says is what happens, regardless of what anyone else thought. He lowered his eyes from the intimidating man and turned to look at (Y/N) again, sending her a look that said “I’m sorry”.

(Y/N) didn’t quite know what he was sorry for. She was flabbergasted by what was occurring and couldn’t even think of anything to say in response to it.

Tommy’s eyes stayed trained on the man he was kicking out, watching intently as he stood from the stool and began walking to the door. Pleased with the outcome of the establishment’s door shutting, he made his way to the snug, leaving the situation without further comment.

(Y/N) had to blink a few times to make sure that what had just happened in front of her was actually real. There’s no way he came in here and kicked that man out for no reason, she thought to herself. The more she thought about what had occurred, the more she began to feel angry at Tommy for how he handled it.

A scowl formed on her face as she made a beeline to the snug’s closed door. Upon opening the door she found Tommy sitting in his usual spot, nonchalantly smoking a cigarette as if what had just gone down hadn’t happened at all.

“What was that out there?” she asked, trying to keep her voice level as the anger continued to bubble up inside of her. She motioned her hand in the direction of the bar to accentuate her point as she spoke.

“What?” he asked for clarification even though he knew full well what she was referring to.

“Why did you treat that man like that?” she happily gave him the clarification he was looking for.

“I didn’t like how he was acting,” he responded with a shrug, taking a long drag of his cigarette after he finished speaking.

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed together in an incredulous expression. “What do you mean you didn’t like how he was acting? What could he have possibly been doing wrong?” she fired off more questions.

“Who’s at the bar now?” he tried to veer their conversation off of its course.

“Harry’s got it covered, now answer me,” she wasn’t falling for it. She put him right back in the hot seat before adding: “if anything he was doing everything right. He has been the highlight of my day.”

Tommy’s expression changed the second he heard what she had to say about the man he’d just kicked out. His lips pursed into a fine line, his eyes narrowing as he stared straight ahead.

It was slight and quick, but (Y/N) noticed it. Her lips twinged upwards as she realized why he was acting the way he was. “I think I know why you’re acting this way,” she began, her statement making his eyes snap to her. “I think you didn’t like the attention that man was giving me…I think you didn’t like the fact that it was good attention.”

In the weeks that had passed since she patched him up after his late night…altercation, both Tommy and (Y/N) had been dancing around the fact that there could very well be some deeper feelings at play between them. Feelings that go beyond the ones that a boss would show to his employee, and an employee to her boss. They kept toeing that line, neither wanting to cross it.

But now it was apparent…Tommy had entered The Garrison and found (Y/N) in a position with another man that she should have been in with him, and he hated it.

He wasn’t going to admit that outright though. Silence hung in the room as he leaned forward in his seat. The smoke from his ciagarette wafted around him as he looked up at her. “You think I’m jealous, eh?” he asked her, his eyebrows raising as he spoke.

“I think there’s got to be some reason behind you throwing that guy out just for being nice to me,” she countered, her expression staying stoic although she was secretly loving the fact that he’d admitted to exactly what she was thinking.

A soft scoff left his lips when he heard her response. He shook his head as he spoke: “you’ve got it wrong, love.”

“No, you’ve got it wrong, Tommy,” she wasted no time in turning his statement right back on him, “you can’t even see what’s right in front of you.”

(Y/N)’s blunt statement was met with silence. She huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting intently to see what he would say in response. His eyes didn’t leave hers, and it was now almost like they were having a silent challenge; seeing who would crack first.

Tommy’s voice broke the silence: “I have the right to kick whoever I want out of me pub whenever I see it fit.” His comment came from way out in left field, and it was one that pushed (Y/N) to her limit. The manner that he said it in irked her even more. He was so apathetic with it, breaking their staring contest to snuff out his cigarette as he spoke.

“Yeah, well your pub now has one less employee…” she snarked back at him, “I’m not going to continue to work here if this is how things are going to be.” She waited for a moment before making a move to the door, watching to see if anything changed in his demeanor. He stayed stoic. She turned to the door of the snug. “I’m done. Flowers aren’t going to get you out of this one, Tommy,” she made sure to get the last dig in, her hand reaching for the door.

“Stop.”

Even though she had every intention of leaving, his voice still stopped her in her tracks. Tommy Shelby just had that power over her…he had that power over every situation; over everything.

(Y/N) just about jumped when she turned around to see what more he had to say. Tommy was no longer sitting in his usual seat. Now he was standing right in front of her. “What?” she questioned him, her brows raised.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead his hands found her cheeks and he pressed his lips firmly to hers. His kiss told her everything she needed to know; told her the real reason behind him kicking Daniel out of the pub; told her that those feelings they’d been dancing around for weeks were real. And she made sure that she kissed him back in a way that told him those very same things.

The kiss left them both breathless, and when they pulled away (Y/N) took immediate note of how Tommy’s thumb felt as it gently brushed her cheek. It was much more rough and calloused compared to Daniel’s smooth skin, and she was instantly convinced that she preferred the former feeling to that latter.

“It’s taken you long enough to do that,” she was the one who broke the silence this time.

Tommy tried to stop the grin from forming on his face as he heard her statement, but he failed miserably. “Would you mind if I did it again?” he asked her, his voice just above a whisper.

“Not at all,” she grinned, closing the space between them to match her lips with his once more. They shared another kiss before she spoke again: “oh, Tommy…” she paused, moving back far enough so that she could look at him, much to his dismay.

“Yeah?” he hummed, his gaze flitting down to her lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss them again.

“Maybe flowers can get you out of this one,” she said with a grin, harking back to her previous statement.

“Oh I can give you a whole lot more than flowers, love,” he grinned, hearing her giggle as he closed the space between them to kiss her again.

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avaaawritesss · 1 day ago

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tailfishing • chapter four

muddy | neighbor!anakin x fem!reader

chapter description • you go with anakin to the bonfire party and meet the rest of his friends. it's obvious you don't belong there. everyone stares at you, including anakin's ex girlfriend lana.

chapter warnings • classism, foul language, kissing/making out, fade to black scene hehe

table of contents | chapter 5 coming soon

Your attempt to “dress down” for the bonfire did nothing to conceal your beauty and would do nothing to help you fit in with the rest of the girls at the creek. He knows little to nothing about women’s fashion, considering his mom only ever bought new clothes from Walmart. But he suspects, your hoodie and little shorts are probably some expensive brand along with all of your jewelry like an influencer would have.

You walk a block down the street when Anakin picks you up. He knows you haven’t told your parents about your relationship yet, and despite being a grown adult, you’re still afraid of what they think. He chooses not to let his mind wander about your issues with your parents too much. He doesn’t want them to stand in his way of loving their daughter.

Oh. Love.

He starts to drive off once you’re buckled in.

You catch him off guard when you lean over to kiss him on his cheek. Then you snatch up his right arm to press smaller kisses on his hand. This is the only time he’s every wished for an automatic transmission because he has to pull away in order to shift to gears

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“I missed you. You’re a terrible texter.” You laugh about it, but he can tell it bothers you. He hears it in your voice.

Every time you text him, he’s floored. Like he doesn’t know how to react or what to say. Usually, he’ll reread your message about ten times before turning his phone off. He’ll wait before attempting to type out a response. He’ll delete every single one until he thinks his reply is perfect. Also, he doesn’t want to seem desperate because he is... desperate for you. And letting you see that side of himself—he’s not sure he’s ready to fully let you in. He’s never been in love before.

“I’m usually at work, and I try not to be on my phone. I’ll do better,” he assures you.

You rub his shoulder. “I—I shouldn’t be on my phone at work, but I dunno, I wanna talk to you, Anakin.”

Sure, it’s reckless, but he takes his eyes off the road so that he can see you. And with the sweet smile on your lips as you look up at him, he decides to pull over right then and there. They can be a few minutes late. He needs to kiss you more than he needs air to breathe.

At the lake, Anakin parks his car beside all the other vehicles. Most of them look like they came straight from a junkyard.

You cringe at yourself for thinking that. You shouldn’t judge. Anakin would probably break up with you had he heard that thought. But in your own defense, you’ve never been around people outside your family’s selective social circle. This is a completely new experience.

“Did you bring bug spray?” Anakin asks you turning the Mustang off.

“No. I didn’t know we were going to be in the middle of the woods.”

“It’s a creek.” He tilts his head as he ponders over your words. “There are definitely mosquitoes in summer, Angel.” His eyes turn wide, and he licks his lips. “Sorry,” he corrects.

You turn away to hide your blushing face. “I’ve never been to a place like this. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I have some in my trunk,” he says. “Let me get the door for you.” He trots around and swings the passenger door open.

“Thanks, Anakin.”

“You should always let me do that, okay,” he requests.

Flustered, you flail your hands around in embarrassment. “You really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He looks down at his boots. “I know I don’t really look like a gentleman, but I can be when it’s deserved. And you deserve it.” He almost smiles before ducking away to pop the trunk.

You follow him. He holds a green spray can up to you. You reach forward, but he moves the bottle before you can touch it.

“May I?”

You nod and he kneels.

He looks good from this angle. You start to play with his hair, and he swats your hands away playfully. “I can’t focus if you do that,” he says.

You sink your hands deeper into his hair and gives him a head scratch. “Why?”

He sighs and tilts his head back, meeting your gaze. He’s so serious all the sudden. “Because... i—it’s,” he shakes his head and looks down at the grass, “a turn on for me,” he whispers shyly.

“Then I should do it more,” you affirm.

You can tell he’s smiling.

“Later.”

Quieting, Anakin sprays your legs with the bug spray and spreads it across your skin with his hands. The action is more intimate than you expected, and your skin tingles everywhere he touches. Once he finishes, he sprays his own arms and legs quickly and tosses the can in the trunk.

“You might want to spray your neck. Your arms should be good unless you take off that hoodie.”

“I’ll be okay, Anakin.”

He holds out his hand for yours, and they interlock fingers as they head to the group gathered around the bonfire. To you, it’s far too hot to have a bonfire, but you suppose it’s some weird tradition they have despite the summer heat. With the sun going down, it’s not quite so bad.

You definitely underestimated how out of place you would feel here. Even with Anakin at your side. Everyone stares at you the moment they enter the circle of Anakin’s friends. The only other person you know here is Rex. He rises from his blanket to greet you. A skinny girl with dark skin and bright blue eyes follows him.

“You must be (y/n)!” the girl waves. “I’m, Ahsoka!”

You’re surprised that Ahsoka knows who you are. Has Anakin been talking about you to everyone? Does he really like you that much? “Nice to meet you.”

“I think you undersold her, Rex. You’re gorgeous.” She hits Anakin’s arm. “What is she doing with you? Just wait until Lana—”

“Ahsoka!” Anakin says sharply, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

With the weird looks Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex are giving each other, it’s obvious something’s up.

“What?” You ask, more to Anakin than anyone else.

He groans. “It’s nothing. Just a girl I went out with for a second.”

They hadn’t gotten around to discussing your pasts. So, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything—the fact that Anakin didn’t mention this other person. But Ahsoka’s grimace is suspicious. Since they’re in front of his friends, you choose to drop the subject.

“Oh,” is all you say.

“Lana is here,” Ahsoka murmurs.

Anakin rolls his eyes. “I. Don’t. Care.”

“Fine. I tried,” Ahsoka sighs.

A group of the boys come to say hello to Anakin. You don’t know anyone else besides Ahsoka and Rex. The rest seem to just stare at you and act like you don’t exist. Taking it personally would be foolish. They don’t know you.

As he catches up with everyone, Anakin is smiling and laughing. You’ve never seen him so comfortable. You can tell he feels at home here. You can’t say the same. You have never been out in the woods like this, bugs swarming all around. Your idea of a bonfire is the one they have in your backyard, a decorative fire pit. Not a giant pile of sticks and leaves.

But you’re happy to integrate into Anakin’s world. You want to be his.

While Anakin is distracted, Ahsoka grabs your hand, “Come sit with us!” She brings you over to her small group of girlfriends sitting on a blanket. “This is (y/n). She’s Anakin’s new girlfriend.”

Oh, actually... you haven’t made it official. But you aren’t about to correct her.

Ahsoka’s friends all look at each other before waving and greeting you.

“How long have you been with Anakin?” someone asks.

“Rude!” Ahsoka scolds. “Ask her something about herself. Not Anakin.”

The girl, who is probably still in high school, scoffs. Then she opens the cooler beside her, “Wanna beer?”

“I’m alright. Thank you.” You lean closer to Ahsoka. “Who’s Lana, other than Anakin’s ex.” You do feel guilty about not asking Anakin about it first, but he seems like he doesn’t want to talk about it. At all.

Ahsoka points to the other side of the fire where Anakin stands. You watch as a girl with neon pink hair jumps on Anakin from behind.

“That’s Lana.”

You observe them interact. Anakin quickly pushes Lana off him. They talk. She’s all smiles. He looks upset. But you can’t help but think they look perfect together. She wears the same type of clothes Anakin does. Her jacket has more holes in it than the pants Anakin always wears.

“Lana was in love—is in love with Anakin. They’ve known each other since the first grade.”

“Did they date?”

“Eh... sorta. It’s complicated. Anakin more or less gave her a chance, but his heart wasn’t in the relationship. As you can see, you refuses to accept that they aren’t meant for each other.”

“He doesn’t feel anything for her?”

“Not like that. He likes you.”

It isn’t long after Ahsoka tells you that, that Anakin looks your way. Your eyes meet across the flames. And he comes over to you.

He doesn’t look at anyone else but you. “They’re gonna go riding four wheelers. I don’t wanna leave you here alone.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Ahsoka promises.

Anakin seems hesitant to accept the offer.

“Can I go?” you ask. You’ve never been on a four wheeler. Your family isn’t the outdoorsy type whatsoever.

Anakin laughs at you. “It’s fun, but muddy. I wouldn’t want you to get your nice clothes or,” he inspects your white sneakers, “shoes messed up.”

You kick your sneakers off and unzip your lululemon scuba hoodie. “Mud can’t stain this.” You refer to your black shorts, sports bra, and bare feet.

He pauses to slowly take you in, and you become aware of just how much skin you’re showing. “Okay,” he says, offering his hand to pull you up from the blanket.

He holds your hand more tightly when you pass all his friends. Anakin leads you to one of the four wheelers. The wheels are huge. This looks unsafe. He sits on first and pats the space behind him.

“Get on.”

You hold onto him as you lift your leg to get on the vehicle. He takes your arms and wraps them around his waist.

“Hold onto me,” he says, looking at you over his shoulder.

He doesn’t need to ask. You’re looking for any excuse to have your hands all over him.

When he starts the rumbly engine, the vehicle shakes. He revs it before taking off ahead of everyone else. The wind he’s creating feels amazing through your sweaty head. He dodges trees left and right. He just about leaves everyone else in the dust.

“They’ll catch up!” he shouts, seemingly knowing what you had been thinking.

He swerves to miss another tree, and you scream. Head against his back, you can feel his heavy laughter. You have never heard him laugh like this before. He sounds so free.

“Do I need to slow down?”

You want to say yes. But you want to hear him laugh like that even more. “No, I’m fine. I trust you!”

They speed down to the bank of the creek or... lake. Whatever.

It’s muddy. The giant tires carve out valleys in the bank and fling mud everywhere. Soon, you’re covered in it. Anakin spins out purposefully and drives through every puddle he sees. You’re surprised to find yourself laughing along with him. This is almost like that time you had a mud bath at your mother’s favorite spa.

By the time you both return to the bonfire, the sky is dark and the mud has nearly dried on your skin and hair. You aren’t as bad off as he is, but there’s still mud all over you. He stops the four wheeler and helps you get off it. You try to dust off a bit, but it doesn’t do much of anything.

Anakin feels disgusting caked in dried dirt and bug spray and sweat. He takes off and runs across an old wooden dock and cannonballs into the water. He stays under for a moment, letting the temperature of the creek cool him off. When he comes up for air, you are standing on the edge of the dock watching him for a few moments before jumping in too. Your decision is quick. He barely has time to register the action before it’s splashing him in the face

“I can’t touch the bottom,” you say, paddling toward him.

You grab his shoulders and hold onto him. For a while, you float, his back to you until he turns around. His breath catches seeing the reflection of the moonlight in your eyes. You’re looking up at him. He can’t restrain himself anymore around you. Anakin cups your face and kisses you roughly in front of everyone. He’s happy to do so. He wants everyone to know that you belong to him.

Anakin parks at the start of your driveway to let you out. You ask him to drive you straight home to shower after they fed each other smores at the bonfire while they dried off from the creek. Lana left him alone, which he’s still relieved about. And there’s no angry messages on his phone. Maybe she’s grown up some.

He's lost in thought when you open the door for yourself to leave.

“I was supposed to get that!” he snaps.

You laugh at him. “Anakin, I’m sorry. Do you want me to get back in?”

“Is that even a question? I don’t want you to go.” He stares at your lips for a moment. “And you didn’t give me a goodnight kiss.”

You clutch your heart dramatically. “How will you survive?” you say before crawling across the towels covering his seat just before planting one on him.

He still tastes chocolate and marshmallow but maybe it’s his stupid imagination.

You swat his hand away when he tries to slide his hand up your back.

“I’m nasty. I can’t feel hot like this,” you grumble. “I tried to be a good sport. I still feel gross. I definitely smell.”

Your pouty face is fucking adorable. He wants to kiss you again, but he respects your wishes. “I think it makes you sexier.”

You roll your eyes at that. “Thank you, but that’s not gonna work on me.”

“Whatever,” he says. “Have a goodnight then if you’re not gonna kiss me anymore or... other things.”

“I’ll text you later once I’m all clean.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“You’d better respond.” Your eyes are serious when you say that.

“I will. I promise.” He’s serious too now that he knows it’s real.

You: just finished showering. call me?

Delivered.

You messaged him ten minutes ago, and he still hasn’t read it. Of course, Anakin usually takes a while to respond. So, you likely don’t have anything to worry about, but you keep overthinking everything that happened at the bonfire. That was the first time meeting his friends and your first time at a party like that.

You probably did something to embarrass him. You probably shouldn’t have asked at all about his ex-girlfriend. And you definitely shouldn’t have asked Ahsoka about Lana. That was invasive of you. You should have respected his privacy more.

You set your phone on your nightstand and crawl into bed. You shouldn’t have been surprised hearing a buzz as soon as you’re comfortable.

Anakin: look out your window

You tumble out of bed and nearly trip on your covers to get to the window. Pushing back the curtains, you see him perched on the roof of your house like Spider-Man. For a moment, you question if this is real. Then he waves at you.

You unlock the window to let him in your bedroom. He closes the window for you while you stare in awe.

“I climbed up the tree and that one branch gets close enough for me to jump on the roof.” He narrows his eyes. “Didn’t you hear me land?”

“No.”

“Guess I’m better than I thought.” He wanders to the center of your room and looks around. “Wow. Everything’s so... neat.”

You run over to your bed and try to fix the messy sheets. “I keep my room clean most of the time. I do have laundry in that chair.” You point.

“That’s it?” He leans his head back. “You should see my room.”

Once your sheets are arranged more tastefully, you move to his side once more and set a hand on his arm, giving it a small squeeze. “Did you want to see my bedroom or something?”

He pulls you into a tight hug. A suffocating hug actually. His exhale is slow as he relaxes. “I should have asked. I was just going to call you back, but then I was thinking that’s stupid because you live right across from me. I can just come over. But now I’m realizing that I’m in your bedroom without your permission.”

“You don’t have to ask.”

“Oh really?”

“What’s mine is yours,” you whisper, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

He closes his eyes.

“Does that include you?” His voice is breathy.

“Especially me.” You sniff his shirt. “You smell good. Like soap.”

“I showered too.”

You still massage his scalp. “So, we’re both clean.”

On your tip toes, you pepper kisses around his lips. He laughs.

He pulls your hands down and holds them, resting his chin on your head. “I wanna make sure this is real before we—”

“It is, Anakin. What do I have to do to convince you that I’m crazy about you? I’d do anything for you.”

Y—you are? You would?”

“Yes.” There’s a hint of exasperation in your reply, but only because you can’t believe he doesn’t see it. “I like you. And no one else.”

“Well... when you put it like that.” Anakin has this crazy, wild look in his eyes. you gasp when he grabs you and picks you up so easily. Then he drops you on the bed.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing at you, asking for permission. So, you tap the spot beside you, and he crawls onto the mattress and over your body.

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lovemepartly · 12 hours ago

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of all days ✩ choi seung-hyun

part of the GD&TOP writing event | 🎵 of all days

warnings: none!

a/n: so excited to be part of this amazing writing event!! make sure to read everyone else's works ☺️

also i'm gonna be offline for a while so that i don't get spoilers for squid game season 3... but i'm slowly working on some new fics and requests!

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before it all slipped through your fingers, there was warmth.

you met seung-hyun through a friend of a friend, like most normal couples do. and he liked that— being a normal couple. when you met, it was at the peak of his musical career. he was touring with bigbang and working long hours every night, but you never saw that side of him. and he loved you for it.

you learned the rhythm of each other quickly. he’d come home to you, leaving his shoes messily arranged by the door, and kiss you softly. when he was touring, you’d call almost every day. timezones didn’t matter, seung-hyun would stay up until 3am wherever he was just to talk to you. when he was on stage in seoul, he’d always invite you, getting you some private seats on the side of the stage on the balcony. it didn’t matter that he couldn’t see your face in the crowd, because he knew once the stage lift lowered him out of sight, you’d be waiting for him backstage, with the same comforting smile.

on the nights where he wasn’t at the studio, he’d rest his head on your lap while you watched a movie, falling asleep almost instantly. you hardly ever liked the movie, but you always stayed still so he could sleep. some nights you’d stay up talking until sunrise. other times, he’d fall asleep mid-sentence and you’d kiss his temple softly, pulling the sheets over him. mornings with him were soft. he’d always compliment how you looked in the morning, wrapped in his arms, the golden light shining onto your bare skin. he never wanted to leave for work then, always pressing his forehead to yours and murmuring, “just five more minutes.”

you used to joke that he only rested when you made him— and he used to say that was the point. with you, he could breathe. with you, he didn’t feel like an idol or a public figure or a product. he just felt like seung-hyun. and that, he told you once, was the most dangerous feeling of all.

the love was real. that might’ve been the worst part. the cracks started to form in your relationship quietly, without you realizing it. dates were cancelled, nights were spent waiting up for him to come home, and him just being gone too long. you never doubted seung-hyun’s love, but you started doubting if love was enough.

it didn’t happen during a fight. there were no raised voices, no slammed doors. just a tuesday evening and takeout growing cold on the kitchen table. he was late again. you sat on the couch, legs tucked under you, flipping through a book you weren’t reading. seung-hyun walked in, hair damp from rain, discarding his shoes messily by the door like he always did. there was stillness. not a peaceful kind, but an ominous kind.

“i’m sorry.” he murmured softly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, but not close enough to touch you. you nodded. because what else was there to say?

it was almost worse that way. no dramatic final kiss in the rain. no tears. just a final silence that neither of you tried to fill.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

two months later. 22:16. seoul, south korea.

he used to tell you “just one more tour.” you stopped asking when that tour would end. but now, it was actually over. for the first time in what felt like years, seung-hyun had nothing to do. and no one to come home to.

he tried to keep busy by writing songs and going to the studio. he wondered if his name was still in your journal, the way yours never left his songs.

he’d been distant at work and with the guys. jiyong told him to call you, but what he didn’t know was that seung-hyun’s call history was filled with outgoing calls. he knew you wouldn’t pick up— although, the fact that you hadn’t blocked him yet gave him hope. sometimes he just needed to hear your voice on the voicemail.

you picked up once, about a month ago. neither of you said anything. six seconds of silence. then, he hung up and the line went dead.

tonight, he left the studio early, jiyong’s words ringing in his ears to call you. he thought maybe you’d pick up today. today, of all days, was what would’ve been your two year anniversary.

it started to rain as he walked home, the pavement slick. he supposed it would’ve been poetic to continue walking, letting the rain drench him in his sorrows, but he decided to duck into a nearby coffee shop that was still open at the late hour to escape the rain.

the bell jingled as someone walked into the cafe. you looked up, meeting eyes with seung-hyun. it felt like time slowed in that moment. he looked at you, his expression unreadable. you met his gaze, startled, but steady. he blinked once, twice, and after a second, walked up to the counter to order a coffee.

you watched him, gaze still silently following him as he walked up to the counter. he waited by the counter for the barista to make his coffee, flicking his eyes over to you once, but you quickly looked away.

he walked over to where you were sitting, placing his coffee cup down with a small clink on your table. you looked up to meet his gaze.

“can i sit with you?” he asked, voice soft and low, just how you remembered it.

you nodded almost automatically. “yeah, of course.”

seung-hyun took a seat in front of you, fingers fidgeting with the handle of the coffee cup in front of him. he cleared his throat softly before lifting his gaze from the mug to look at you. “so, how have you been?” he asked awkwardly, but sincerely.

“good,” you murmured softly, offering him a small smile, “i’ve been good. what about you?”

seung-hyun couldn’t help but notice the way your smile was polite now. not soft, not his. just a formality. “i’ve been good too.” he finally mumbled. he wanted to say something else, to tell you he was sorry again and again.

“you look tired.” you murmured softly, eyes studying the dark circles under his eyes and solemn expression.

your voice was etched with it’s familiar softness and concern. he wanted to laugh. he’d been tired since you left. “tour’s over,” is what he decided to say instead.

you hesitated for a moment before softly replying, “i saw.” you did, online. but you also knew his schedule better than he did.

your words caught him off guard. you saw. of course you did. he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it meant you still cared about him.

“i’m proud of you,” you added, “i know how much that tour meant to you.”

he nodded softly. it did. not as much as you, he wanted to say, but bit his tongue. he was able to cough up a small “thank you.”

“still get plain black coffee?” you murmur softly, a small but genuine smile appearing on your face as your eyes flickered down to the drink in front of him before back up.

he nodded, returning the smile. “do you still get an oat milk latte?”

“yeah,” you murmured, gaze soft as you looked at him. “i guess we haven’t changed all that much.”

that’s the problem, isn’t it? he wanted to say. “i guess not.” he paused for another moment before softly adding, “i was thinking about you today.” it wasn’t a lie— he’d been thinking about you everyday since you left. but today, on what would’ve been your anniversary, it felt like the only thought in his mind.

“me too.” you murmured softly. there was a silent understanding between the two of you. you remembered. he remembered.

you didn’t say anything after that. you were unsure what to say. every single time you set your coffee cup down on the table, the sound was too loud. the rain outside tapped on the window like it was waiting.

seung-hyun took a deep breath, blurting out the words before he could regret them, “it would be nice to get dinner sometime. now that i’m back in town.”

you nodded softly, biting the inside of your lip to hold back a small smile. “i’d like that.”

a silent hope filled the air between you two. you didn’t know what this meant. but for the first time in a long time, you were both sitting at the same table and neither of you were in a rush to leave.

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no1blacksapphirefan · 2 days ago

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Small update about requests ^^

While I intended to do all of the requests to make everyone happy, looking through some of my requests again I realise there’s a few I’m either uncomfortable with doing or cannot do for one reason or another (ranging from not knowing how to write it or not thinking I can do it justice, and other reasons)

Unfortunately due to this, I’ve decided that I won’t be doing them, I apologise to anyone’s request who I have gotten rid of. I truly did want to do them all but I have been quickly overwhelmed with so much requests to do and realised it would be for the better for my health to do this

I hope everyone can understand this, I’m sorry to disappoint my followers who have waited a long while for me to do their request only for me to realise that I cannot do them

I’m so sorry everyone, I hope you can forgive me

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freakmcnastyy · 9 hours ago

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The Last Candle

Oh Beom Seok x f!reader

Summary: In a world that made him feel invisible, you became the only light Beom-seok dared to believe in.

Note: Anon request! I’ve been feeling really sorry for Beom-seok nowadays, so in this fic, I wrote someone who’s there for him when he feels left out.

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Si-eun, Su-ho, Beom-seok, and you were once inseparable. Si-eun’s quiet intelligence, Su-ho’s protective nature, Beom-seok’s fragile soul, and your way of treating everyone equally—together, these things made your friendship feel rare.

Even with the bullying he had faced in the past and the chaos he lived through at home, Beom-seok had found a place among you. The way you cared for him—your gentle attention, your quiet understanding—became a kind of light for him. The moments he shared with you felt precious. Around you, he felt safe.

But things shifted when Yeong-i joined the group. Su-ho’s growing interest in her started to stir up something dark in Beom-seok. His old insecurities came rushing back. He began to feel left out, like he was fading into the background. Even though your support never wavered, a deep sense of loneliness had already taken root inside him.

He tried to hold on to the bond he had with you. He talked to you, opened up. But the group dynamics kept changing, and slowly, he started to feel like a burden. Like he didn’t really belong anymore. Like no one would notice if he just... disappeared.

Those feelings created a storm inside him. He felt invisible. Unwanted. Forgotten. Even your presence, even your kindness, couldn’t quiet the noise in his head. He was drowning in his own darkness, and it was getting harder to breathe.

The warmth the four of you once shared eventually faded into distance and silence.

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That day, Si-eun wasn’t there. His absence left a strange silence in the air, but you still walked like there were four of you. Because now, Yeong-i was part of it. Maybe at first she seemed temporary, but slowly, she was carving out her place.

As you walked down the street, Su-ho and Yeong-i moved ahead. You and Beom-seok trailed behind.

When the sound of their laughter echoed through the narrow road, Beom-seok dropped his head slightly. His shoulders tensed, and he picked up his pace just a bit. He tried to smile at something Su-ho said. But then Yeong-i added something, Su-ho turned back to her, and they laughed again—just the two of them.

Beom-seok’s voice hung in the air for a second... and then quietly disappeared.

That’s when you noticed it.

That tiny effort. That shadow in his eyes.

You didn’t say a word. You just gently slipped your arm through his. When you turned to gauge his reaction, he looked surprised at first—his eyes widened slightly. Then he smiled, slowly... but there was something broken behind it.

In a soft voice, you whispered,

“You can talk to me, Beom-seok. I’m listening.”

He looked at you like he wanted to thank you. But no words came. He looked away almost immediately. Even your quiet company felt like too much for him to deserve.

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Later, you arrived at a café. Su-ho ordered with Yeong-i. You gave your order. Beom-seok ended up last in line. It felt like no one even noticed he hadn’t ordered yet. Everyone just turned and walked off to the table. And of course, the bill was left to him. Again.

Small things—but they left huge, aching spaces in his chest.

You waited. You stayed beside him. As you walked with him to the counter, you brushed his arm lightly.

“If you want,” you said, meeting his eyes,

“We don’t have to stay long. I know they make you feel like you don’t belong sometimes… but you do. At least, to me.”

That one sentence—those few words—sent a storm crashing behind his eyes. His lips trembled, but he caught himself.

When you returned to the table, you sat next to him.

The only one who didn’t leave him alone.

And for that, even in silence, he was endlessly grateful.

The café was stuffy, the crowd too loud, but somehow, Beom-seok’s silence hurt the most. Even with you beside him, his eyes stayed fixed on a single spot.

Su-ho and Yeong-i laughed, shared screens, whispered things. Like it didn’t matter whether Beom-seok was there or not. You recognized that kind of quiet humiliation. His silence wasn’t “I’m fine.” It was “I’m breaking, and no one sees it.”

So you made up an excuse. Pushed your chair back a little.

“I feel like taking a walk,” you said casually.

Then you turned to him with a small smile.

“Come with me? We could use some air.”

He met your eyes briefly, then gave a small nod. Wordless. Soft. He grabbed his coat and followed.

When you stepped out, the breeze kissed both your faces. Out of habit, you slipped your arm through his again, and the two of you walked slowly.

At first, you didn’t say anything.

Then, out of nowhere, you asked,

“What does it feel like… being around them?”

Your voice wasn’t accusing. Just… honest.

He shrugged.

“Like I’m just... extra.”

A pause. A few more steps.

“Sometimes,” he said quietly, “I can’t even hear my own voice around them. Su-ho says something, Yeong-i chimes in, you smile… and I’m always one step behind. Unless someone directly asks me what I think, I feel like I’m not even there.”

Your heart ached at the honesty in his words. You looked at him—but he kept staring ahead. His lips were trembling slightly, but his eyes weren’t angry. Just tired.

“And at home?” you asked gently.

A longer pause.

“Every conversation with my dad feels like a test I’m failing. Whatever I say is wrong. Whatever I do is not enough. He already sees me as a disappointment.

And my mom… she’s here sometimes, not here the rest. The silence screams louder than anything else.

That’s why I run away so much.”

You stopped walking.

You didn’t need to keep going. What he just said had rooted you to the spot.

You stepped in front of him. He looked at you, surprised.

And then you lifted your hands, placed them gently on his cheeks.

The moment your skin touched his, his eyes widened. He looked at you like he had never been touched before.

You smiled softly.

“You’re not lacking, Beom-seok. Not with them. Not at home. Not with me.”

He tried to say something, but you kept going.

Your voice didn’t shake. If anything, it was the only steady thing in his crumbling world.

“I see you. I take you seriously. I like walking with you, talking to you… just being near you. Maybe no one ever said it out loud before, but— I’m here. Really here. And you matter.”

His eyes filled. He blinked hard, trying to hold it back, but it was close. So close.

“Yn… you…” he whispered.

“Hm?”

“You’re like… the last candle lighting up this darkness.”

You smiled again. You didn’t pull your hand away.

He was still looking at you, eyes glassy but lips curving slightly. There was hesitation in his expression—shyness, disbelief… but mostly, quiet gratitude.

And then, without warning, you leaned in and pressed a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose. His eyes shot open.

“H-Hey!” he stammered, but before he could finish, he broke into a laugh. A real one. Nervous, boyish, and honest.

He tilted his head back, covering his mouth like he couldn’t believe what just happened. But he didn’t stop you.

You laughed too, at his reaction. Then you opened your arms.

“Come here.”

He didn’t hesitate. He stepped into you. Rested his head against your neck. Wrapped his arms around you—tight.

Close enough for you to feel the rhythm of his heart.

Each time your hand touched his back, he trembled just a little.

Every wall he’d built fell away.

“No one’s ever done this,” he whispered.

“No one’s ever hugged me like this. Or looked at me like this.”

“I see you, Beom-seok,” you said softly.