#that is both touching and concerning when it’s platonic and opens the door for some fascinating questions and development

[mcyt-rarepair-tournament]

*walks up to the mic* Sashannarcy from Amphibia

tbh, sometimes the “platonic explanation for this” is the more interesting one

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: just a hug?

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: G

genre: Could be read as platonic or romantic. Angst with fluff

pairing: Alastor x reader

summary: You were warned on the first night at the hotel, Alastor has a bubble. A space bubble and it was best you respect that. What happens when Alastor wants you to invade his space?

this is a request from lovely anon:

When you arrived to the hotel, on the very first night, Charlie warned you that while everyone was friendly, Alastor definitely respected his space and wanted others to do the same. Vaggie had added on that Alastor doesn’t respect others space though and warned you. You understood though and promised them both that you would respect his boundary, as you really didn’t mind physical touch, really. It was just a bit jarring, nothing you couldn’t deal with!

The whole hotel came to realize that you were extremely touch starved, so even casual touches ended with you flinching or freezing, almost like you had no idea how to react to a kind gentle touch at first. The first time Angel came up to you and put his arm around you, you physically jumped off your seat and ended up on the floor. Angel had apologized and you explained it just shocked you. You weren’t used to those casual touches, but you liked them, they were fine. As you got to know the patrons and considered them friends you weren’t as touch adverse.

Finally after a few months, Charlie would run up and hug you in greeting, you squeezing her back so tightly. Angel and you often sat next to each other, his legs draped on your lap or vice versa. Or for movie night, one of you was cuddled into the other, laughing at the funny moments or you hiding in Angel’s chest if it was a scary movie. You even would hug Vaggie, and she would awkwardly pat your back. Even Husk had gotten used to your casual touches, like when you would thank him by patting his arm, or when the loan sharks showed up for Mimzy and you grabbed on to his bicep in fear. Just casual little touches that no one noticed or thought about, except Alastor. Alastor noticed it all.

He saw how you interacted with each of the patrons but how when he was around and would even just go to pat your head, you reacted as if you had been burned. It angered him to no end. He thought it was funny at first, how you were seemingly scared of him. Jumping and avoiding him. But now seeing how you were around everyone else? What had he done?

Was this on purpose? Did you hate him? More importantly, why did he care? Alastor realized sitting in his radio tower that was why he was so affected by this. He cared. He growled at the realization, disgusted. He cared that you, a sinner, wasn’t giving him… a hug? He was disappointed in himself. Ridiculous. Bury it. Bury it. Bury it.

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This lasted for two days. And Alastor’s final breaking point was when the whole group had been told they had to participate in a trust fall exercise. While you were up there, he prepared himself. He would be the one to catch you. Couldn’t escape then, not like he cared of course. And he did, catch you. You landed straight in his arms securely and he looked down at you with a softer smile than he had given anyone in Hell.

And then you yiped like a dog and some how jumped out of his arms. He was too shocked to even react. Angel caught you and Alastor watched as you stayed in Angel’s arms for a bit and then casually got down, going up to him and murmuring that you were ‘so so sorry’.

“It’s… fine, my dear.” He said as he walked away seething. Charlie called after him saying they weren’t done but Alastor ignored them all as he rounded the corner and disappeared. You looked after him concerned and quickly excused yourself, trying to follow him.

“Where could he have gone?” You ask yourself, going toward the only logical place which was his room and radio room. You knocked on his room door and waited. He opened it and looked down, a foul expression casting over his face as he saw you, the smile never leaving though.

“Yes?” He asks, no pleasantries added. He wanted-needed you gone.

“I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay. And apologize again. I swear I wasn’t aiming for you when we did the trust falls.” You explained, sincerely thinking he was upset because you had broken the one rule you were told about your first night.

“Check on me? I’m fine.” He ground out and turned around going deeper into his room. You took this as an invitation, following him and he shut the door behind you, thinking you were gone.

“Are you sure because you don’t look fine?” You asked and he spun around.

“Who let you in?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“Um, you walked away, which I thought was inviting me in so we could hash this out?” You said, a bit confused.

“Hash this out?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Yeah, like work this out?” You said.

“There’s nothing to work out.” Alastor shot back. “You may go.”

“No, you’re upset. And I know it’s because of me and I want to help fix it.” You said adamantly.

“You don’t even want to be near me. Why do you care?” He snarled, getting into your face. You jump a bit back shocked at the sudden movement.

“What? Alastor, you’re the one who doesn’t want to be touched. I was told that the first night I came here. It’s why I’ve kept my distance so that you weren’t uncomfortable. I tend to be a bit clingy.” You explained, a bit angry at how he was reacting. And then suddenly, everything clicked into place. How he was more frequently trying to create those casual touches. Even today, you knew he was at the far back of the group for trust falls and he still had caught you. Meaning he made his way to the front to specifically catch you. And each time he tried to do that you freaked out, shied away, ran away… when you were so affectionate with the others. “Oh.” You said quietly and Alastor just looked at you. Anger still in his eyes but there was something else.

“Do you want a hug?” You ask.

“What?” Alastor said, bewildered.

“A hug. I would like to hug you. Can I hug you?” You ask crossing over to him and opening your arms slightly.

“If that’s what you want.” He said still trying to save his reputation. You smile and wrap your arms around his middle drawing him to you, your head resting on his lower chest. He blinked slowly and wrapped his arms around you. Leaning down and resting his head on top of yours. You both stayed there like that for a bit, you hugging until Alastor pulled away. His cheeks were red and his ears were back and you couldn’t help but smile. Your hand going up to his cheek and bringing him down closer to you so you could gently kiss his other cheek.

“I apologize, I didn’t realize that you wouldn’t have a conniption if I touched you. Just let me know next time, hmmm?” You ask as he blinks at you. You smile and then head to the door. “I’m going back down stairs, but thank you for letting me know how you feel Alastor. I’ll be sure to be as clingy with you as I am with everyone else.” You joke a bit and he smiles.

“Thank you, darling.” He murmurs quietly.

“Of course!” You say immediately and shut his door behind you. You walk down the hall a bit and stop off at room and wash your face with some cold water trying to get the blush that you had been fighting off your cheeks.

[brights-place]

The Boondocks with an Mother figure! Reader

Pairings: Riley X Reader, Huey X Reader (All Platonic)

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing,

A/N: Man I grew up with the Boondocks! love the show so much it was so funny and still is funny to see! Anyways imma do an motherly figure! - Okay LISTEN! LISTENNN! these boys have no parents they live with their fucking grandpa so you being an motherly figure to them is... Wild! - You were their neighbor so you wanted to greet them with your S/O but he/she/they/it was too busy at work so you went to greet them by yourself - You made some Sweets and came by smiling at them as Grandpa freeman opened the door to show you smiling at him who greete d you as you exchanegd conversation and handed him the container filled of baked goods before noticing an young boy by the age of 9 with cornrows raise an eyebrow judging you while an 10 year old beside him with an afro eyed you - You waved to them before waving goodbye to grandpa freeman "I'll invite you for dinner sweet pea" grandpa freeman said smiling as you smiled nodding "My partner and I will gladly come along!" you soon left after that - You have tried to befriend the two young boys but failed... - NGL I see Grandpa freeman see you as an daughter and cares for you - Wouldn't threaten you with an belt at all but maybe would whoop the two boys asses aka Huey and Riley most of the time when your around he doesn't hesitate at all unless you are used as a human shield - First of all, they didn’t trust you but then you started offering to babysit them when they were unsupervised. The two boys were more reluctant to accept your pressence, although they were polite with you... well Huey was RIley on the other hand would swear at you - You always took good care of them, you watched them closely and made sure they ate proeprly and didn’t get hurt... - When grandpa freeman says anything sexual around the two you gave the male an disgusted look just like the two boys and go try to cover their ears the best you could - When needed too you Cover the two's eyes whenever something bad would effect them which confuses the two since they were used to this type of shit but Huey didn't try to peak while Riley was squirming saying he wanted to see what the hell was going on - Riley is a highly impressionable third grader. He embraces the stereotypical "gangsta" lifestyle, doing his best to promote the urban culture in the contrasting suburb of Woodcrest since he was HEAVILY Influenced by the mass media via rap music and television, he frequently uses poor grammar, and tends to defend his idols even when his imitations go against common sense and righteousness... BUT DAMN WHEN HE SAW YOU WHOOP SOMEONE IS ASS WITH YOU IN HEELS? HE WAS GAWKING! - Huey is a highly intelligent 10-year-old boy, who rarely smiles or laughs, and recognizes and detests the absurdities (both obvious and perceived) of the society in which he lives. His cynicism often touches upon subjects such as politics, religion, the media, businesses and corporations, African-American culture, and American society as a whole. Tending to be obstinate in both manner and speech which makes you freak out on how an 10 year old knows ALOT! - Huey has shown like ALOT OF DEPTH! of understanding that would seem to surpass his young age, such as knowing roughly what is going to happen in the future based on the actions and personalities of the people involved... Which makes you concerned asking him if he or riley had even gotten a proper childhood... - Riley when he is close to getting his ass whooped would run towards you screaming and hide behind your legs as you stare in utter confusion when he jumps into your arms or hides behind your legs as Grandpa freeman stop and stare at you "Put the boy down Sweet pea I gotta beat this boys ass!" You stared at Grandpa Freeman before staring at riley before running away with the child in your arms screaming as Huey just stared at the chaos unfolding - After awhile you would cpome visit and would try to offer to braid rileys hair which he doesn't allow at first...

- When he does get comfy though and needs his cornrows to be fixed or get a new design he would go to you sit down between your legs on the couch while picking up his controller which makes you laugh - You and Huey discuss lots of things together and compliment and praise the young boy fro his work which he is thankful for - You are seen like a motherly figure to them after 7 Months of meeting you due to your sweet personality - For Riley and Hueyy felt so nice to have someone caring for them other then grandpa freeman. After all they didn't grow up with a good relationship with their parents or didn't have any? you didn't know - You are shocked by the boys is skills... like THEY KNOW SELF DEFENSE! in an shocking way and have done things no child would have done but this was Woodcrest... - Huey and Riley would come up to you if they ever finish a test and show you their scores huey always getting 100 and Riley getting... lets not talk about riley is scores - They both enjoy how you pat their heads when they do something right - Whenever they try to cuss infront of you, they always get an glare from you "Boy if you even try that Imma get your grandad to whoop you" You stated with an smile that held an menacing aura - You panic sometimes when you come to visit and see the boys attack eachother with weapons and they both stop quickly when you shout their names and scold them - If you ahve siblings though and their is a party at your place due to your partner hosting it they would be amazed how you are a whole different person cussing out your siblings - The other woodcrest neighbourghs wood also be shocked to see you close to whooping your younger/older sibling(s) asses with your purse cause they ate the last piece of your favourite food - You definetly will have to step in between Riley and Huey sometimes to stop them from killing one another which always freaks you out - You were staying over and helping Grandpa freeman with his upcoming date but you brought some sweets and got some of them eating one before lifting one up and walking towards you and Huey who were sitting on teh couch talking about one of Hueys recent experiments "Yo ma! what the fuck is this-" Riley froze when he realized what he said as Huey froze aswell turning to Riley with an raised brow as you stared at Riley - Riley spoke "Yall N**** ain't heard shit!" Riley said quickly but was to late when you rushed over hugging riley "AWWWW! RILEYYYY!" Huey glared at Riley who was getting your attention as Riley scoffed hugging you back - Riley and Huey wouldn't call you Ma, or Mother in public only in private cause they didn't want to seem like 'Pussies' by rileys words but to Huey he just doesn't want you to know he see's you as a mother figure - For huey the first time he call you Ma/mother was when you praised him for succeding in one of his experiments he worked REALLY hard on - he was in the garage and his eyes widened when he saw he succeed on making the bomb he had spent so long on... So when you come by he perks up slightly which is unusual and grabbing your hand taking you to the garage and telling you about his... 'Experiment' that def isn't a bomb and how long it took "Thats amazing Huey! your such a Genuis! you are an intelligent young boy I'm very proud of you" you stated with an sweet smile patting his head while his afro cause you didn't know where to pat as he stares up at you and looks away smiling slightly which wasn't shown well "Thanks Ma" Riley was walking past to grab his basketball before having his jaw drop so fast when hearing those quiet words from Hueys lips - Huey denies he ever said it but would say it to you in private. - He enjoys that he doesn't have to always be the responsible one in the family even if you live next door - They call you mom/momma/mum/mama/ma/mother - Believe it or not Huey respects you more than anyone in this world, I mean- have you seen yourself when you protected them of a group of assholes

- It’s still strange for you to know why some people hated the two boys Riley he has definitely called you “mom/mama” ) sometimes... and YES, Huey is still mocking him for that, when he does, surprisingly Riley does not get violent, he just scowls in shame and shouts “Well, SHE IS our mom! right?”  he just looks at you with the most confused and adorable expression ever made and you just can’t say no to him. - The two boys are very thankful for you like REALLY THANKFUL! even if they don't show it alot - Grandpa freeman is very greatful for having you around so he didn't have to always look after those assholes

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[stellar-skyy]

hello dear <3 i was thinking an iced hibiscus tea for arlecchino, perhaps? feel free to decide the specifics and details on this one hehe

“i have an order ready for arlecchino! an iced hibiscus tea, for arlecchino!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: Arlecchino's child is struggling, but she is there to reassure them. ii. CWS & NOTES: no warnings applicable. platonic arlecchino & gn!reader. house of the hearth!reader. angst & hurt/comfort. 1.5k words. iii. A/N: the way i ran to get this order done- THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE THIS ILY /p

It was a cold day in the House of the Hearth when Arlecchino called upon one of her children for nothing more than a simple chat.

One of the unspoken rules of the House was that the most leisurely of discussions were only a preface to something deeper; layers of ulterior motives hidden underneath an innocent invite for tea. Some children had never glimpsed the privilege of being summoned to her office, while others found themselves carving a dent into her seat cushions with the number of times they sat in them. But one thing remained unchanging with every visit: their Father would send for them with a purpose, and they would not leave until it was fulfilled.

When [Name] received word that they were to visit Arlecchino’s office at 7:00pm sharp, their first instinct was dread; for the dozens of possible reasons for them being the one to be called upon. Musing upon the ‘why’s shifted their mood from the dull thrum of anxiety to sweeping waves of confusion. As far as they were concerned, they had no due cause for such a meeting with the Director herself; no failed missions to be reprimanded over, no shady plots of subterfuge to be exposed. They weren’t any rowdier or more troublesome than any other of the children, so the list of matters that would merit a visit was short.

Still, they knew better than to avoid the call. 7:00pm, they stood outside the office, hand poised over the door. They closed their eyes, knocking on it sharply and wincing at the echo that reverberated off the walls.

Three short raps. A smooth, calm voice, from inside the room: “Come in.”

The doorhandle creaked loudly as it turned. The door was old, and rather heavy, so it took a gentle shove to push it fully open to reveal the neat, cozy office inside.

“Ah, [Name], you’ve arrived.” Arlecchino greeted them as they entered. She was seated behind her desk as she usually was, with a full tea-set in front of her. As they slowly approached, she motioned towards the plush chairs opposite her. “Please, take a seat. I have been waiting for you.”

They quickly settled into the closest chair, hands folded in their lap. The room was quiet and cold; enough to send an uncomfortable prickle down their spine. Arlecchino paid no mind to their uneasiness; her hands were busy deftly arranging the teacups on the tray. Once she was satisfied with their placement, she then moved to pick up the teapot.

“I have some new tea from Liyue,” she hummed, gently tipping the teapot to let the dark red drink fill one cup, then two. Steam rose from each, cutting through the chill of her office. “Hibiscus. It’s quite sour, but I have added a spoonful of honey and sugar to the brew to sweeten it.”

She held one of the teacups out, and they clasped both hands around it with a murmured thanks. As they moved to take it from her, the side of their palm brushed against her fingers—icy cold, enough to make them shiver with a single touch.

“Your night has been well, I am assuming?” Arlecchino asked, taking a sip from her cup.

“Yes,” they murmur, bringing the tea to their lips. It was hot, but just enough not to burn their tongue. The honey she had added did little to mask the sour taste of the hibiscus, but it created a lightly sweet aftertaste that was pleasant enough to warrant a second sip.

“And your days, how have they been?”

They frowned, scanning her expression for any hint of what she wanted. She was clearly speaking to them in search of something, even if she didn’t say it aloud. A mission report, perhaps? They had already submitted the paper copy to her desk, but if she had missed it, or it had gotten lost with the rest of the paperwork handed in that day, she could be waiting for them to recount the mission directly.

“I returned from the mission you sent me on,” they blurted out. “I… it was a success, mostly. No casualties. Minimal injuries. And I also—”

“No need for a summary, I’ve read your report.” Arlecchino cut them off smoothly. “I want to know how you are, not how your mission went.”

They almost choked on their tea. Arlecchino raised an eyebrow at their sudden lack of composure, and they hurriedly covered it up with a half-hearted cough. “S-Sorry�� you want to know how I have been… feeling?”

“That is correct.”

The air was thick with silence and the bitter smell of hibiscus, until they blurted out a quick “Fine! I’ve been fine, thank you.”

“Fine?”

“Fine, yes.”

“Interesting. I have been hearing curious things,” Arlecchino said casually. “Some of your siblings seem to have noticed a change in your behaviour. You aren’t sleeping as well, your mood has been significantly worse, you haven’t been joining during social activities. There is clearly something wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” they said weakly. Their feeble attempt at normalcy was nowhere near convincing enough to fool her, and they knew it. They were a passable liar in the best of circumstances, but she was the one person who would always be able to see right through them.

“Are you sure about that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

They couldn’t look at her. One look into those sharp eyes, one wrong word and they would crumble right there in her office. They had to keep it together for as long as it took to convince Arlecchino they were alright and be dismissed from her office. They only needed to hold back the burning behind their eyes until they were far away from Arlecchino and her pressing words and bitter tea, and could quietly fall apart.

She was waiting for an answer, but they could hardly breathe through the lump in their throat, let alone formulate a response. If she stopped now, saw them for what they were—a lost cause—and gave up, it would be fine. But instead:

“What’s wrong?” she asked gently, and something inside them snapped.

Tears burst from their eyes, spilling over their cheeks and down their face. They gasped, choking back a cry, holding a fist to their mouth to stop the hiccupping and wheezing breaths.

“I’m sorry,” they sniffled, rather pathetically. They kept their head ducked down low, unable to bring themself to look up into her undeniable face of disapproval. If they were any stronger, they could grit their teeth and make up a spiel about how they would do better next time, but instead they had to cry.

Now, not only were they going to be reprimanded for letting their emotions affect their work, they would be scolded for crying as well.

“Now, there is no need for crying.” Arlecchino stood, scraping her chair against the floor. They flinched away from the jarring sound, shrinking inwards with their tear-streaked face hidden in their hands. As much as they tried to stop them, the tears kept flowing into their palms. The walls were shifting closer with each second, and the thick scent of the tea filled their lungs until it choked them with that cloyingly bittersweet scent—

They jumped, as something cold touched their fingers. Their hands were carefully pried away from their face, revealing Arlecchino kneeling in front of them, with an unusually concerned expression on her face.

“I’m not upset with you, dear.” She said gently. “If that is why you are apologising.”

“You’re not?” they asked slowly. It had to have been a lie, but with how softly she said it, a part of them couldn’t help but wish it was true.

“Of course I’m not. But do you know why I’m not upset with you?” she asked. Hesitantly, they shook their head. “I’m not upset in the slightest, because I know whatever is clouding you is something that you will work through. You will emerge the victor of this battle, no matter what it is.”

They made a strangled sound, and felt a new wave of tears form. Arlecchino sighed, pulling them to their feet and against her chest.

“You are strong,” she said softly, carding her fingers through their hair. “You are capable. You are able to overcome whatever hardships you are facing, no matter how much they wear on you.”

She kissed their temple, her cool lips feeling almost warm pressed to their skin. While she lingered there, she whispered to them, softer than a mother’s touch. “You are strong enough to face this on your own, but even if you aren’t you will always have me here behind you.”

Their hands stretched out to grab the back of her jacket, shuddering out a breath. If Arlecchino minded their teary face being pressed against the front of her clothing, she didn’t comment on it; she only murmured more reassurances as she held them close.

“Just breathe, dear.” She whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”

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[creepsterasdreams]

touchstarved hc/mini scenario: LIs notice MC likes sitting closer to them when its colder ft. the intense desire to touch Vere's tail and spending prolonged periods of time sitting in upright fetal position

Before I begin, I just wanted to tell you that I love your mind for this!

But I fully believe that all LI's would love it if MC wanted to sit closer to them whenever it was colder outside!! (^-^) and honestly, Vere would probably hate me for constantly asking to pet his tail

Touchstarved mini scenarios: MC sitting closer when it's cold

Content warnings: mention of blood in Mhin's part, a little suggestive in Vere's part, Vere being a little shit, could be read as platonic or romantic, not proofread

Leander

The bustling sound of the Wet Wick was echoing through the upstairs hallways. The sound of laughing, glasses clinking together, and talking all ran through your head as you sat in the room Leander had given you all the while ago. And even though it was beginning to get much colder in Eridia, that didn't seem to slow business down, in fact, it feels as if it's grown even, probably due to people needing a warm place to stay. And in somewhere like Lowtown that's a luxury so few can afford, especially due to its frequent flooding from bad storms.

The sound of boisterous laughter coming up the stairs quickly pull you out of your thoughts. And before you could even question who it is, you already know it's Leander, probably coming to check on you after your sudden disappearance from the bar.

His laughter settles down as he gets closer to your room, before coming to a complete silence as he knocks on the door.

"Hey MC? I'm coming in."

The door opens and he walks in, turning around for a split second to close it before walking towards your figure that was currently resting on the bed, curled up with your head resting on your arms.

He suddenly gives you a look of concern, wondering why you were in that position and why you hadn't acknowledged him yet. Eventually, he reached the bed, sat down next to you and gently tapped his knee.

"You...okay?"

You didn't respond to the question, instead, you scooted a bit closer to him, maneuvering around so that your head now rested on his shoulder. Peaking your head up enough so that your mouth was visible, you whispered in a tired voice

"It's cold."

Leander's eyebrows raised in surprise, taking notice of your shivering figure before letting out a breathy laugh and deciding to wrap his arms around you, making sure you are secure and gently rubbing his thumb on your back.

"Don't you worry....I'll be right here, keeping you warm."

Ais

The loud whistling from the wind is heard echoing throughout the sea spring, making it more obvious that the colder seasons were here.

You were currently resting in the "bedroom" part of the temple that belonged to Ais. Although it was more of an empty space with some furs, pillows, and a futon that he found and scattered along the floor, it was still comfortable enough to sleep on, so you couldn't complain.

Princess was also with you, lying next to you and letting out some soft chirps and purrs. You were in the middle of petting her before she suddenly jumped up and ran towards the entrance, signaling to you that Ais had returned.

He took a moment to crouch down and coo at her, rubbing both sides of her head and pressing a soft kiss on it. Getting up again with princess trailing behind him, he comes towards the room and immediately his eyes are met with the sight of you lying down on his bed with at least three blankets curled around you.

"Comfortable sparrow?"

You lift your head up and tiredly stare at him. "As comfortable as I can get." You say with a raspy tone, watching him chuckle as he makes his way over to you and sits down, setting the bag of whatever he got from the market next to him.

Almost immediately you sit up and wrap your arms around his midsection, cuddling closer to him and sighing happily upon feeling his body heat.

"Your so warrrmmmm." You say breathily while snuggling into his side. Ais lets out another chuckle, taking one of his arms and wrapping it around you

"Getting a little brave, are we?"

You didn't respond, instead humming and keeping your arms around him, letting his warmness take over you and lure you into a nice, deserved nap.

Kuras

You and Kuras were both sitting down in the kitchen of his clinic, he was reading a book while you were face down in the middle of drinking some hot chocolate you had made earlier.

Looking up from the cup you were holding, you stared. at Kuras who was still reading the book, eyes racing across the pages. He eventually did take notice of your intense staring and took off his glasses before setting the book down and placing them on top of it.

"Is there something you need MC?" He asks inquisitively.

You continue staring at him, taking another sip of the hot chocolate before dragging your eyes away from his gaze, choosing to look down at the floor instead.

"It's nothing...."

"Are you sure? You look like you have something on your mind."

Curse him and his amazing sense of reading others.

Some time ago you noticed that Kuras had a concerningly low body temperature, almost damn near freezing most of the time, especially his hands. And you knew this thought was childish but you couldn't help but think maybe if you sat closer to him again, you and he could warm up once more.

Setting down the cup of hot chocolate, you rub your hands together before sliding them underneath the seat to start scooting closer to Kuras.

He watches you with a raised eyebrow, rightfully confused about your actions.

Eventually, you get close enough to where you are shoulder to shoulder with him, automatically feeling the coldness of his own body.

Kuras quickly took notice of this, letting out a soft chuckle before putting back on his glasses and picking up the book yet again, still keeping his shoulder connected to yours.

"If you wanted to warm up a bit, you could've said so."

Vere

Although the wall you were sitting on was cold as all hell, it was the least of your worries at the moment as you were doing your best to get away from the festivities that were currently going on in the Wet Wick. The Bloodhounds had an intense battle earlier today with some soulless and other monsters that were terrorizing parts of Lowtown. So in celebration, Leander ordered a bunch of drinks and food and let the Bloodhounds indulge in anything they wanted. While it was fun at first, it was quickly becoming overstimulating as they got increasingly louder and more reckless, most likely due to the alcohol.

Which led you to your current position, curled up against a wall in the alleyway next to bar, freezing your ass off but not wanting to return to the party.

"I thought I smelled a little rabbit. Not enjoying the fun?"

You quickly tilt your head up, latching your gaze onto the fox that is standing over you with a mocking smirk. He laughs seeing the shock on your face, stepping over to your side taking a sheet from the ground, and then putting it on top of a box, probably not wanting to get his clothes dirty.

"So, you're trying to avoid him too? I wouldn't be surprised, he's extra annoying when he's wasted" Vere continued on, wrapping a lock of his hair around his finger while putting one leg over the other.

You decided to stay silent, too fixated on watching the way his tail sways back and forth.

Has it always been this fluffy?

Vere catches onto your silence, wondering why you weren't responding to his snide remarks. He stops talking and stares down at you, clicking his tongue when he realizes you were staring at his tail.

"See something you like?" He says with a teasing tone.

You still say nothing, opting to keep a steady gaze on the fluffy appendage. You then slowly lift a hand up, inching it close to his tail.

"Can I?..."

Vere's eyes for a moment go as wide as saucers, a bit caught off guard from your sudden question. But it quickly returns back to a smirk, choosing to lean down a bit closer to you.

"You're going to have to beg a little harder than that if you want to touch me."

You send him a small glare, in which in response he falls back laughing, enjoying your reactions to him.

"Well, since I do...somewhat like you, I guess I can entertain your request. But do be careful, I would hate for you to lose your hands."

The threat at the end of his sentence sends a light shiver down your spine, but you understand it nonetheless. Now having his permission, you scoot closer towards him and gently grasp his tail so it wraps around your body, offering you warmth in the cold weather. You gently pet the end of it, smiling to yourself at the feeling of the fur running through your fingers.

Vere on the other hand is trying to ignore that soft feeling slowly rising within his heart. Seemingly enjoying seeing you using his tail as a makeshift blanket.

"Hmm...I guess I can allow this..once"

Mhin

It had been a while since you had seen Mhin, a part of you slowly becoming worried about their whereabouts, but another part of you felt that they were okay, just taking a bit longer on their nightly hunts for soulless in the city.

You were finishing up getting ready for bed, doing your best to find something comfortable enough to keep you warm through the night. After finishing your nightly routine, you eventually lay down in your bed, pulling the covers up to your chest and snuggling into the pillow.

That's when you hear the sound of shuffling coming from the window. It at first sends you into a panic but then you calm down, realizing it's most likely just Mhin returning.

You hear the sound of boots landing on the wooden floor, and then the irritated mumbling coming from Mhin, obviously irritated from whatever blood and other disgusting things got on their clothing.

You peak your head up at them, slowly sitting up while watching them do their best to wipe everything off.

"You were out there for that long in the cold?" You say with a hint of concern in your voice.

Your sudden question makes them pause and turn to you, slightly surprised by the fact that your still awake.

"Of course I was, someone has to get rid of those damn things."

You continue staring at them as they take off their cloak and boots, assumingly wanting to stay with you for a bit before they jump up again to look for some jobs. They trudge over to the bed and lay down, draping one of their arms over their eyes and sighing heavily.

You do your best to hide giggle wanting to leave your chest, finding humor in seeing Mhin so relaxed despite their usual tough exterior.

They huff again before a small scowl reaches their face.

"I know your cold as hell so get over here."

What they said caught you off guard. Mhin? Of all people wanting physical contact?

"What are you talking about?" You say with a voice of pure confusion

"Don't think I don't notice you sitting closer to me whenever it's cold."

.....well shit

You thought you were a bit better at hiding the obvious stealing of their body heat, but you guess you can't really hide anything from someone who hunts for a living.

You decide to not argue against it and get closer to them, lying down on their chest and sighing at the feeling of warmth. They click their tongue and use their free hand to set it gently on your back.

"Try not to enjoy it too much."

Author's note: I hope that was what you were asking for!! I apologize if it seems rushed or too fast-paced! (T_T)

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Way Down Hadestown

Plot: When rehearsal for Hadestown gets closer and closer to debuting. When a new cast member joins tension rises in your relationship.

Word Count: 7.5K

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader, Pedro Pascal x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: ANGST for a bit, sweet "father-daughter" moments, laughter giggles, just general fluff, jealous Paul era

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When you got the call that led to a meeting to have you join the cast of Hadestown for a brief run following your Emmy win you were over the moon. It was such a beautiful and touching show, and to have the opportunity to be a part of it was a joy. Your team and family were overjoyed to hear about the gig you booked and making your Broadway debut as Eurydice. It was immediately after SNL you jumped straight into rehearsals seeming less working it into your schedule of early mornings heading to hours-long dance calls or costume fittings, to late night practices for music and vocal training to perfect the role. Paul was always supportive, making sure you were in top shape from making sure you were drinking plenty of water to forcing you to bed even though you wished to spend time with him when you were out all day.

“There was a family emergency so Jordan had to pull out,” Your stage manager said during a rehearsal just a few weeks before debut. A look of concern crossed your face at the news hoping all was alright, “His team is keeping us informed of his return but we were able to bring in a good replacement for the time being.” The door to the rehearsal space opens and in comes a man who smiles seeing you with your stage manager and dance captain.

“Ahh, you must be Y/n pleasure,” The smooth Irish accent makes your eyes widen slightly. You were used to Paul and his family’s accent so hearing it from others was a shock. He was tall around Paul’s height maybe an inch or two taller with short brown curls and chocolate-colored eyes, while you were completely loyal to Paul you can state he was conveniently attractive.

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” you both shake hands and he introduces himself as Dónal.

“He was a part of the West End run and gladly answered our call.” Your stage manager says and he smiles sheepishly.

“I'm glad to help with this amazing show,” he turns to look at you again. I'm excited to be working with you.”

You give a friendly smile in return, “Likewise.”

“Alright,” Your dance captain claps her hand, “Let’s get to work!”

It’s past six as Paul whips up a meal for when you return. He stands before the stove stirring the noodles into the sauce when the sound of the front door opens.

“Paul?” Your voice calls out over the music playing on the speaker.

“In the kitchen!” he shouts back, hearing you draw closer and lowering the heat to a simmer right as you enter. You’re still in your outerwear, your face slightly flushed from the cold air outside, and you smile as you gravitate towards him.

“Hi,” you hum, letting him wrap around your waist as you lean up for a quick peck, basking in his presence that you have missed all day.

“How was your day?” he asks, and you rest your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

“It was good! It was a long day running through everything but it’s been fun working alongside Dónal,” The name has him tensing up slightly. Dónal? Who was that? You had spoken about practically everyone on the team and cast but never that name. He would have questioned that name especially since it was clearly Irish.

“Dónal?” He tries to say the name casually but it sounds strained.

“Yeah some family emergency happened with Jordan so they were able to get him to come in, he was the Orpheus on the West End,” you pull away from his embrace looking over the food on the stove before drifting to the cabinet to get dishes, “He’s a total sweetheart and if I thought Jordan had an amazing voice Dónal’s voice is gold, especially his accent.” You can’t see Paul’s conflicted look as he listens to you talk highly about this man. He shakes his head before joining to help you. You always spoke kind words to everyone, he wasn’t sure why he felt weird about this instance but not when you mentioned working with Jordan.

“But tell me all about your day,” you flash him an excited look like the mere word of his day was the most important information ever.

Paul sat wide awake in bed the only noises were the muffled traffic from outside the window and the soft snores from you. He glances over at you peacefully dreaming away while he fiddles with his fingers staring at the dark ceiling. He wasn’t sure why it plagued his mind but it put a sour taste as you spoke during dinner about rehearsal and every time his name was spoken the taste only grew more bitter. Quietly he heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water to quell his thoughts the cold glass helping him focus elsewhere. He spots his laptop on the dinner table and feels curiosity eat away at him until he has it open to search for ‘Dónal Hadestown West End’ and sees the kind of person you are working alongside. Something green and monstrous took root scrolling through photos of him, his work, learning where in Ireland he was from, hearing this ‘golden’ voice you claimed he had. He hadn’t realized how long he was stalking until a voice called out within the dark.

“Paul?” His gaze darts up slamming the laptop shut and seeing you stand at the entry to the hallway. You were still blinking back sleep and stifling a yawn but still concerned to sense that he disappeared from the bed. “What are you doing up?”

He comes to you, kisses your forehead, and you lean into his touch. “I’m sorry. I had trouble sleeping and I thought doing some work would help.” The lie comes out way too smoothly, and he cringes at the idea of lying to you. Part of him prays you’d call him out, and he confesses his sins, but you just hum and kiss his jaw before taking his hand.

“Come on to bed,” You mumble through a yawn and he lets you guide him back to their bed to hold you in his arms as you both easily drift to sleep. By the time he wakes up in the morning your side of the bed is bare and cold, the thoughts of you with Dónal doesn’t put his mind at ease.

The green monster grows stronger each day as you leave their home to return with the only person on your lips being Dónal. Paul tries to keep up appearances as you speak so highly of him, ‘Oh Dónal is such a talented scene partner’, ‘When Dónal plays guitar we are all entranced’, Dónal this Dónal that. It was eating away at Paul’s psyche and fueling the deep insecurities. It only grew worse when a promotional video came out of your upcoming performance and he can’t stand to watch it. Seeing your gorgeous smile and that look normally directed towards him, the look you gave when you were deeply and madly in love with him. But it wasn’t him you were giving it to but to him…Dónal. He had to keep reminding yourself that you were acting that’s all it was, but it looked so real it was hard to tell if you didn’t have to act.

His sister had come to visit him, and you had told her to stay at your guys’ place so she wouldn’t have to worry about getting a hotel. Paul was glad to spend time with his sister who filled their apartment with life since you were frequently gone. You had a morning free not needed until later in the day, which Paul was gladly enjoying his time with you and his sister. The three of you have breakfast at the table, Paul eating silently just observing you and Nell catch up.

“How have rehearsals been?” Nell asks and Paul pauses mid-bite of his cereal having to force back the eyeroll as you smile widely jumping into conversation.

“Amazing I can’t believe it’s only a week out until debut, the cast and team have been absolute godsends,” You grin widely.

“I’m so excited to see it, I saw it on the west end funny enough with Dónal Finn so it’ll be exciting to see it again,” Nell mentions him innocently unaware of the disdain her brother felt about him.

“We are having a little preview tech rehearsal tonight, you guys should come and get a tour of the theatre after,” You exclaim grabbing Paul beside you, “Wouldn’t that be fun!” He hums slightly the smile not reaching his eyes that you don’t notice as you and Nell dive straight into other topics. Great he gets to see Dónal be all over his girlfriend for two hours…yeah it’ll be fun.

You had to head out earlier to be ready but told them just to let security know they were with you and they’d set them up. Paul was silent on the subway ride over as Nell was distracted by her phone and when they got to the theatre being let in very easily he only gave hums and ‘oh yeah’ at his sister's comments. When the show started he did focus a hint of a smile returned to his face seeing you on stage singing and performing blending seamlessly with the cast as if you’ve been with them for years. He allowed your presence to distract him from Dónal when on stage tuning him out during his solos waiting for you to return. During the duet between Eurydice and Orpheus, he felt this anxiety and frustration take over.

The way you stared at each other, the drifting touches, singing your confessions of love to each other.

“I knew you before we met,” Dónal sings and you smile softly at him, “And I don’t even know you yet. All I know is you're someone I have always known.” Paul can see in his peripheral his sister watching in awe which baffles him. 

“All I know is you’re someone I have always known and I don't even know you” You both sing your hands gracing each other, “Now I wanna hold you, hold you close. I don't wanna ever have to let you go.” You two spin in a slow dance arms held out your heads resting beside each other to not be separated. Dónal spins you in your arms your back against his chest his arms holding you close which makes Paul feel ill.

“Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm” You sing sweetly into the air holding your arms out.

“Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms,” Dónal brings you to face him as he lifts you into the air the music changing to a more sultry tune. Paul grips the arms of his seat as you two perform this dance that he can tell mimics intercourse. His chest tightens as you both lay on the stage before you sit up staring into the audience.

“Say that you’ll hold me forever,” a look of genuine concern as Dónal sits up as you close in on yourself, “Say that the wind won't change on us. Say that we'll stay with each other and it will always be like this” The pressure in his chest only grows as this other man holds you in his arms.

“I'm gonna hold you forever. The wind will never change on us,” He turns to face you both looking at each other, “Long as we stay with each other.”

Paul feels sick as you give Dónal that look. The one that had him shutting off his phone during the promo video. The look that was only meant for him. That spoke hundreds of words in just one look. He can’t look away, feeling forced to watch this intimate moment between his lover and another man.

“Then it will always be like this” You both sing out and Paul feels a dagger in his heart when you surge forward and kiss him. He equally reciprocates holding you close to him as you kiss and Paul has to look away. 

“I’m sorry,” Paul mumbles standing up and squeezing past his sister walking quickly up the aisle out of the theatre as the next song starts behind him.

The show continues smoothly putting your all into each song and before you knew it the performance was over and the house lights came up. You spot Nell and Paul in the middle of the orchestra both on their feet Nell claps and Paul stands there with his hands in his pockets. Your stage manager comes to give notes before you are all dismissed. You smile brightly rushing to the edge of the stage and jumping down to accept the hug from Nell.

“You were brilliant!” She cheers and you flush from her comment, “You had me bawling during Flowers.” You glance over at Paul who is silent a bit unreadable look on his face.

“You did good babe,” He nods and you smile brightly at him before you hear someone call out to you.

“Hey,” You see Dónal come still in costume as well, “Some of us were going to get dinner and drinks if you wanted to join?” You don’t notice the cold look Paul is giving him and you smile sweetly at him about to decline.

“Sorry we got plans,” Paul’s voice stiff as his arm wraps around your shoulder pulling you back against his chest. Dónal only smiles which irks Paul as he smiles and holds his hand out.

“Ah, you must be Paul glad to put a name to a face. Though I’ve seen some of your work, excited for Gladiator.” Dónal says and Paul takes his hand in a firm shake. He looks over at Nell, “And you must be…”

“Nell,” She easily accepts his handshake with a smile, “Paul’s sister. I saw you performed back in London you were amazing then and now.” His sister praises him and he can’t help but bristle at both of you obsessing over this guy.

Dónal laughs, “That’s very kind of you. Well, I better get going I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n. Nice to meet you guys.” With that, he heads out and Paul can feel slightly relaxed without him around.

“Bye Dónal” You shout before turning to face Paul and Nell, “Alright lemme get changed real quick and then we can start the tour.”

“I’m not feeling so hot,” Paul says suddenly and you look surprised by his confession he looked pretty normal which had you a bit confused.

“Okay. Well, lemme get changed real fast so we can get you home,” You lean up to kiss him and he turns his head so your lips press against his cheek instead of his lips. You frown slightly a bit deflated.

“Don’t wanna get you sick.” He lies and you nod slowly.

“Okay..I’ll be back,” Paul watches you walk away to head backstage the second you are out of his field a slap hits his bicep making him hiss.

“Ow! What?” He looks over at Nell who is giving him a look.

“What the hell was that?” She asks and Paul doesn’t respond, “You were so weird during the show and left for four songs then was barely focused. Then now you’re all cold and bitchy.”

Paul frowns crossing his arms, “I’m not being bitchy. I’m just not feeling well.” He defends himself and Nell places a hand on his forehead before he can batter it away.

“Wow not even warm. Plus I know when you’re sick you get all whiney,” She gives him a pointed look, “Look I don’t know what shat in your cereal this morning but you better figure it out.”

“I’m fine,” Paul scoffs, and before Nell can get another word you’re back dressed for the outdoors fixing your scarf around your neck.

“Alright let’s get you home and all better,” You hum going to take his hand but he pulls away putting them in his pockets.

“It’s cold,” He mumbles and you nod slowly not letting the little rejection get you as you all head outside.

“I have a friend I was planning to meet today so I’ll see you guys tonight unless I crash there,” Nell says and you give a smile pulling her into a hug. You watch her walk in the opposite direction before returning your attention to Paul who looks tired. It was awkward, you tried making conversation but Paul was silent and you quickly took it as a hint that it would be a silent travel home.

The front door clicks open as you shuffle inside dropping your keys at the table bending to untie your shoes as Paul silently kicks his off before heading to the living room. You follow after him standing at the threshold of the living room where he sits on the couch focused on whatever is on his phone.

“I’m gonna make some tea for you. Then for dinner some soup, something light for the stomach okay?” You say and he barely moves or acknowledges that he hears you.

“Paul?” You call out a bit firmer but try to keep it light for his sake since he isn’t feeling well.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He calls out not even glancing back at you. No please or thank you has you a bit surprised but you bite your tongue heading to the kitchen to start boiling the kettle and heating a simple soup for him. You can hear noise from the living room giving proof of life as you stir the pot trying to understand his sudden coldness. The whistling of the pot draws you to the present filling two mugs of water before placing a tea bag in each preparing it just to his liking. Putting the soup on simmer you head to the living room with both mugs placing one on the table beside him before sitting. It’s quiet between you two as you sip your drink watching him as he continues scrolling aimlessly on his phone not even touching his cup that grows cold. The silence and concerned thoughts start to drive you mad.

“Are you alright?” You call out and see him pause slightly before he resumes scrolling through his phone.

“I’m fine.” He says and you nod letting the silence settle over you two again.

“It’s just…you haven’t touched your tea,” You mention and Paul closes his eyes for a moment taking a breath before he takes a sip of the probably lukewarm drink.

“Happy?”It’s a bit snappy and while you can understand him being a bit cranky when sick it bothered you.

“Did something happen?” You push and are shocked to see him roll his eyes, “Did I do something?” His gaze flashes to you. Bingo. But now you were confused what did you do to annoy him and give you the silent treatment?

“Just tell me what it is and I’ll fix it,” You place the mug on the coffee table to reach out for his arm when he pulls away from your touch leaving your hand dangling in the air.

“Paul just talk to me,” You plead wanting to fix whatever mistake you made and have it back to how it was.

“You want me to talk,” Paul asks coldly, “I don’t like that you’re practically throwing yourself over another man when you’re in a relationship.” Your jaw drops at his statement and you feel flush with embarrassment. Did he think you’d do something like that?

“Paul, Dónal is my co-star,” You start and just saying his name Paul scoffs at it, “Nothing has or ever will happen between us.” You move closer your hand cups his face forcing him to look at you.

“If you weren’t with me would you go out with him?” he asks and you lean back from his insane question.

“Paul that’s insane?!” “You didn’t answer.” He presses.

“Because there’s no answer. I’m with you and only you, I have no reason to think of what-ifs.” You stress and he looks away.

“Says your performance, could’ve fooled me.” He snarks.

“I was acting. None of it was real!” You retort growing frustrated, “Where is this coming from? You never told me you had a problem with me doing this.”

“And if I did have a problem with it,” He says and it grows silent between you two understand what he’s insinuating.

You give an empty laugh shaking your head, “You can’t be serious Paul. I have never questioned you when you’re off doing your job and I expected you to do the same. What are you expecting me to do, just tell them I quit cause my boyfriend can’t handle that I have a love interest.”

Paul is silent both of you at an impasse. “You never seem to have a problem when I mention Jordan so what is it? Because Dónal is single and you’re threatened by that. Are you serious?!” You challenge and Paul snaps.

His hand slams on the arm of the seat, the sound makes you jump as he stands abruptly. His face flushes with frustration as he looks down at you.

“I have to feel threatened when you just act like there’s no boundary letting him do whatever he wants. The way you look at him!” He shouts, his voice sharp. “The way you laugh with him, touch him, kiss him—it’s like I don’t even exist.”

“Are you kidding me?” you snap back rising to stand and he pulls away from you, “Paul, it’s acting! It’s my job you know this. None of it is real!”

He scoffs, “Don’t give me that crap. I see the way he looks at you, and you just let him. You expect me to just sit here and be okay with it?”

You step back so confused about how the night turned out to this, “I can’t control how someone looks at me! I’ve never given you a reason to question me, why are you twisting this into something it’s not?”

“Because it feels like something!” He points at you, “It feels like you don’t even care how this makes me feel. Like I’m just supposed to shut up and deal with it while you go fall in love with some man every night.”

“I’m not in love with him Paul!” You close the distance grabbing his wrists to convey your feelings. Tears threaten to spill as you shake your head, your voice trembling. "I can’t keep doing this, Paul. I can’t keep defending myself when I’ve done nothing wrong."

His eyes flash, his tone sharp and biting pulling himself away from you. "And I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t rip me apart every time I see him touch you."

The room falls silent, his words hanging heavy in the air. Your chest tightens, the weight of his jealousy suffocating. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay calm. "I love you, Paul. But right now, we’re just hurting each other."

You move to the kitchen shutting off the stove before pulling on your coat and throwing on easy shoes, your hands shaking as you grab your keys and purse. As your hand grabs the door handle, he calls out one last time, his voice laced with anger and desperation.

"Yeah, go ahead and walk away. That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?"

You freeze for a moment, his words slicing through you, but you don’t turn around. The door clicks shut behind you, leaving Paul alone with his anger and the echo of his own words.

The cold February air bites your face as tears slip down your face, your fingers clumsily pull up a number calling as you walk aimlessly through the streets hearing the phone ring until a warm voice only causes more tears to slide down your face.

You try to keep your voice steady, “Can I come over?”

You didn’t want to be seen crying on public transportation so you called a taxi to drive you across the city. Now in the elevator trying to make yourself slightly presentable, you were too tired to dig for the key knocking on the door. You hear the hurried footsteps as the door swings open revealing a concerned Pedro who takes in your disheveled look and teary eyes.

“Chiquita?” His voice is gentle and comforting, it’s instant you breaking down into tears as he ushers you inside with soft-spoken words to take care of you.

It felt weird going to sleep. Pedro had taken care of you, giving you the space to cry your eyes out into his chest, before giving you water to hydrate then tea to calm you down, letting you explain the fight between you and Paul, before making sure you had eaten, before forcing you to takes relaxing shower and then to bed in his guest room. The room was comforting, a bed you’d been in before but it wasn’t your bed. It didn’t smell of a mixture of your laundry detergent, and Paul’s cologne. Just thinking of him has tears welling up in your eyes. Your hand reaches across the bed where it feels cold and empty imagining him there laying on his side looking over at you. If only you knew he was wide awake staring at your empty side guilty and angry at himself for letting his jealousy take over and push you away.

Paul looks as much a mess as he feels standing outside of Pedro’s apartment. He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep tossing and turning beating himself up for what he did wrong once the cloud of anger washed away. Paul hesitates before knocking on the door a bit nervous if you would answer. It’s Pedro who opens the door a disappointed look on his face and Paul shrinks under the look.

“Can I speak to Y/n…” Paul asks and Pedro looks over him silently.

“She’s not here,” Paul frowns at the news, “Well she was but she left to head to rehearsal. I wanted her to take a mental health day but she refused… too damn stubborn to put her needs first.” Pedro sighs and takes pity on the defeated look on Paul before opening the door wider.

“Come on, you look like shit and need to eat.” Paul shuffles in awkwardly taking a seat at the island bar as Pedro pours him coffee before grabbing some cereal and a fruit to eat alongside.

“So tell me what happened?” He asks as Paul scarfs down his meal his stomach thanking him since he skipped dinner last night. He sighs resting his head on his palm.

“It’s all my fault, I just don’t know why her working on this makes all these horrible thoughts plague my mind,” He says rethinking their fight last night, “I said terrible things to her.”

“You did,” Pedro says

Paul gives him a look, “Gee thanks,”

“You did and you know it. So what is it about her working on this that is different than all the other projects before? You have no problem with the relationship she had on The Mandalorian?” Pedro questions.

“I know it's just we weren’t together then so I don’t feel this protectiveness over her. But this….Pedro, it just looked so real seeing her pour her heart out to someone who isn’t me. I just,” He sighs holding his head in his hands anxious to pour out his insecurities, “What’s stopping her from being with him? They’d look perfect if I wasn’t in the picture.”

“Paul she cares about you so much it would probably kill her to have you out of her life,” Pedro starts and Paul looks up from his hands, “You’re it for her. She sees no one except you and I know you feel the same way. You don’t hear her questioning your loyalty when you’re working and pouring your love into someone who isn’t her. Being in this career is hell even dating within it is even worse but you two make it work, you need to be honest with each other and tell her how you feel instead of shutting her out.”

Paul is silent taking in his words. He let this monstrous thing eat away at him because of the idea of you leaving him when you wouldn’t dare abandon him. “Pedro I fucked up royally…what if she hates me…what if she doesn’t want to be with me anymore?” Those horrible thoughts can’t seem to free him. Pedro smiles softly at the younger man placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think she’s capable of hating anyone, especially you,” Pedro reassures him, “The first fight always feels like it’s the worst but get through this and you’re relationship will be stronger than ever.”

Paul nods feeling more confident and assured to apologize to her, “I should go to her.” He says more to himself and Pedro nods guiding him to the door.

“You guys will be fine,” Pedro says to him at the door hugging him before Paul doesn’t wait rushing to see you.

You weren’t on your A-game this rehearsal one of the final ones left before debut no matter how much you tried your mind kept drifting to your fight the night prior. Dónal had reached out asking if everything was alright and you assured him you were fine just some personal stuff getting sorted out. The instrumental of Flowers washes over you as you kneel in the middle of the stage unaware of someone entering the theatre hidden within the shadows. You were fine for the majority of the song until your mind started running wild with thoughts of Paul, was last night the end for you guys? The last things said were hurtful words. You don't think you could be in that apartment with his presence all around it if he left.

You feel your throat tighten the burn of tears at the back of your eyes, “Dreams are sweet, until they're not. Men are kind, until they aren't. Flowers bloom, until they rot, and fall apart.” You gaze out into the black abyss of the audience. Your heart crying out as both Eurydice and yourself.

“Is anybody listening?!” You cry slamming your palms on the stage as tears pour, “I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Nothing! Nothing gonna wake me now.” The only sound is the orchestra, and your light sniffles before you look up at the lights basking in the warmth.

“Flowers, I remember fields of flowers soft beneath my heels,” You picture all the good between you and Paul. The sunny beaches of Malta, the cold winters in Ireland and London, the nights on the town, or the intimate moments being beside each other, “Walking in the sun, I remember someone. Someone by my side, turned his face to mine and then I turned away, into the shade.”

If you only knew he was there watching you cry out your confession of guilt as Eurydice but your sadness by his hand. Tears silently slip down his face as you reach your hand out looking straight into his soul though he’s sure you can’t see him with the stage lights.

“You, the one I left behind. If you ever walk this way,” You sing solemn tears stain your face, “Come and find me lying in the bed I made.”

The last notes ring through the air and Paul stays as you force yourself to put that mask back on that was lowered briefly and continue with the show. You feel emotionally drained by the end of this rehearsal as the house lights come up and your stage manager comes to give notes to you all but your mind is elsewhere. After you all dismissed a few cast members gave praise for your rendition of Flowers and you thank them though it feels lackluster.

“Y/n,” Dónal calls out and you see him with a concerned look, “Amazing run today and I know you said you were alright but it felt like you were really out of it.” You feel a bit embarrassed that your personal problems are blending into your work environment.

“Just a lot is happening at home,” You sigh, “It’s just an off day I’ll be good.” You give a reassuring smile and he frowns seeing it not reach your eyes.

“Alright lemme know if you need someone to talk to,” He says resting a hand on your shoulder and you nod, “Also I think your boyfriend’s waiting for you.” You perk up at the mention and you look out at the seating and there in the back orchestra was him waiting with a nervous expression.

“Thanks, Dónal,” You say before he nods heading backstage to change. You walk to the edge of the stage and Paul makes his way down the aisle until you’re both just feet apart. You fiddle with the cuffs of Eurydice’s coat as he looks down at you a moment of awkward silence between you two.

“How are you…” You cringe at the stupid question. Even though you saw him last night it felt like lifetimes since you’ve seen each other since your fight.

“I feel like shit,” He responds honestly, “And you?”

“Same.” You shrug with a weak smile that soon matches Paul's. You look around at the theatre with people working around, “Come on I don’t wanna have this conversation in public.” You hold out your hand which he takes and your spirit lifts just having his touch.

It’s a bit of a maze moving backstage upstairs and through halls until you reach your dressing room. It’s a decent space though pretty bare compared to others with fanmail and decorations but it was yours having put up a few pictures on the mirror. You move to the costume rack to take off your coat as Paul takes in the pictures, selfies of you and Pedro, a picture of Bella and you buddled up, pictures of your family and friends, even pictures of you with his family, then there’s a photo of you and him besides a vase of your favorite flowers. It was from the Emmys when you both were getting ready and posed out on the balcony, he was flashing the camera a devilish smile while you were looking up at him with that look. The one that screams ‘I’m so in love with you it’s ridiculous’.

“I’m sorry for last night I should’ve thought about how you were feeling about all this,” You start rubbing your bare arms from the cold and needing to keep your shaky hands occupied.

Paul quickly crosses the room grabbing your arms, “No don’t apologize this is all my fault. I should’ve not let my insecurities and jealousy get the better of me and yelling at you was unacceptable. I trust you with everything in my being and it was stupid of me to question you.”

Your hand cups his jaw making him look at you, “Paul you’re human you’re allowed to feel these things. I just wished you told me so none of this ever happened.”

He nods furious, “Of course,” You give a soft smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts his hand cups your face, “You’re all I ever want…I love you so much.”

“You’re all I ever want…I love you too,” He wipes a stray tear that slips down your cheek. He never wants to be the reason you are crying. His lips press against yours and you respond with equal passion your hands threading in his hair as he pulls you flush to him. When the kiss breaks the two of you bask in each other’s presence.

Your apartment once felt devoid of life was now warm and comforting like new life was breathed into each room. You hum softly as you wash some dishes your earphones in listening to the tracks making sure you know every beat and note. You were given the final days of rest to prepare for the first show tonight so they were spent with Paul rekindling your relationship feeling it grow stronger each day. You don’t hear over the music until arms wrap around your waist his chest presses against your back stopping you from the chore. You continue humming to ‘All I’ve Ever Known’ before you hear him unplug your headphones so the music plays from the speakers as you sway.

“I knew you before we met,” Paul mumbles to the tune and you quickly turn in his grasp. You were shocked that he knew the song, “And I don’t even know you yet. All I know is you're someone I have always known.” He pulls you away from the sink looking over you lovingly as if you hung the the stars in the skies. His hands trace your fingertips and you look up at him as he sings.

“All I know is you’re someone I have always known,” You both sing, and his accent blends beautifully in the air. There’s a big cheesy grin on your face singing this duet with the love of your life, “And I don't even know you.”

He was Orpheus to your Eurydice. Your hands are held out, circling each other, his head pressed close to yours. “Now I wanna hold you, hold you close. I don't wanna ever have to let you go.” He spins you in his arms, your back to his chest, pressing a long kiss to your temple.

“Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm,” You sing holding his arms tight to him.

“Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms,” He responds and you turn in his grasp your fingers tracing his face. He smiles seeing you give him the look and he’s sure he’s giving you his version. Your faces are inches apart your noses brush against one another your gaze flutters to make eye contact and then down to his lips. You feel him draw you impossibly close his hands holding your waist as the track continues playing.

“I love you,” It’s a whisper in the air as you breathe those words into him, and he presses his lips to yours allowing your love to spread throughout the room. Just the two of you as the music continues pouring every ounce of love and affection.

You were surely going to pass out from nerves getting dressed and prepped in your official dressing room. You smile looking at the fresh bouquet in your vase with a card written in familiar handwriting, ‘Break a leg, my love. I love you till my end.’ Being with the cast for stunt lifts and heavy movements before it was now a countdown till the show started. The nerves only grew with each second especially once places were called and you were out on stage the lights and roar of the audience stuns you for a moment. Then you saw him, there front and center clapping loudly with your friends and family around and all your fears melted away. Your gaze captures his as you all rush out for bows clapping along each cast member before stepping up for your own and the roar of that audience. You can hear Bella screeching as well as Pedro’s loud whistle but you see Paul right in front of you as you blow a kiss to him before joining the cast to perform ‘We Raise Our Cups’. It felt like a whirlwind backstage as the cast cheered for your first show getting a big hug from Dónal before you all head to get out of costume for the stage door. You have the widest smile on your face going out to see the fans, conversing and signing with as many people as possible. Returning to your dressing room to grab your belongings to meet up with everyone seeing the multitude of cards and flowers on your vanity.

“You were astonishing up there,” Paul’s voice says, making you whip around. You see him there. He goes to speak, but you tackle him in a hug before pulling him into a kiss, which he gladly accepts, pressing you against the wall.

“I love you so much,” You mumble through pecks across his face.

“I love you too,” he struggles through laughs. “Come on, we can’t keep everyone waiting for you.” He presses one last kiss, and you smile into it.

Meeting at one of your favorite restaurants was a joy especially surrounded by family and friends. You have to quell your mother’s tears as she hugs you tightly praising you for your accomplishments.

“My little girl is a Broadway star,” She blubbers as you wipe the stray tears from her face with a smile.

“Stop it mom or you’re gonna make me cry,” You soothe her and she laughs through tears and your father pats your shoulder.

“We’re all so proud of you,” He presses a kiss to your temple and you smile up at your father.

You’re practically tackled with a hug from Bella, “You were incredible like what can’t you do!” They smile widely and coming not too far behind is Pedro with a proud look on his face. Bella allows you to pull away to hug Pedro who presses a kiss to your temple and you hug him tightly.

“You were fantastic Chiquita,” He praises and you blush at the compliment.

“Thanks, P,” You say and both of you know it’s for more than one reason as his gaze flickers behind you seeing Paul talking to his parents and sister.

Paul’s parents were always a delight to be around. You had been nervous to meet them but they were absolute sweethearts welcoming you with open arms. It was easy to understand where Paul got his lovely personality from being raised by such wonderful people. Paul’s mother presses a kiss to your cheek holding your hands.

“You were stunning up there, your mother and I were crying the entire time,” That makes you all laugh and she smacks Paul Snr’s arm before pointing at her son, “Don’t act like you two weren’t teary-eyed either.” Both men raise their hands in defense as Paul comes around his hand finding a place around your waist.

“I’m not denying anything, mum,” Paul says and his mother gives him a look.

“Alright picture time I need to document this,” You see your mother perk up joining her side as they whip out phones, “Paul out I need a picture of Y/n.” She shoos him out and you laugh at the betrayed look on his face as he moves out of frame. You smile at the camera. Bella, Nell, and your sister quickly join in next, the four of you smiling before making silly faces at the camera.

“Come on over Grandpa,” You hold your arms out waving Pedro over who rolls his eyes pulling you to his side as they take photos before looking at each other he raises his brow to make you laugh which you copy until he breaks into laughter.

“Alright parents,” Paul’s mother ushers your parents both standing on either side as you take pictures, then Paul’s parents join and you giggle seeing the slightly exasperated look as he takes pictures off his mother’s phone.

“Alright go stand nice with your girlfriend,” His mother finally allows him and he mumbles a ‘finally’.

“I think I’m gonna start charging for all these pictures,” You comment as he makes his way to your side, both mothers already snapping away capturing candids.

Paul gives you a look, “Really you start charging when I get here.” He says and you smile cheekily up at him before the both of you smile at the cameras his hand around your waist.

“Stop acting like you two are in a photoshoot,” Nell shouts and that makes the two of you laugh and you hear the shutter of cameras go off.

“Kiss her Paul!” Your mom shouts and you flash her an embarrassed look as his mother agrees as well.

“Mom!” You hiss before you feel a hand on your cheek making you look up at Paul and you feel the embarrassment wash away just being around him. He initiates it, definitely keeping it PG with your parents around and you smile in it as your family and friends cheer before the two of you pull away. He looks like the cat that got the cream and you look away flustered only making him laugh more pressing a kiss to your temple.

“If we’re ready, let’s go eat,” Paul says and that seems to satisfy the group as they all make their way to the table in the reserved private room. You squeeze Paul’s hand as you are the last two heading over and looking up at him.

“I love you,” He says in the brief privacy between the two of you raising your joined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of your knuckles.

“I love you more,” You reply and he laughs shaking his head as he guides you two to your loved ones.

“Impossible.”

[weirdsht]

What es up 👾

What if totcf with transmigrated!reader that barely says anything about themselves but they know so much about the others, they think it's kinda unfair how easy they are to read to reader (reader has read the novel so they're like a piece of cake to reader) and then one time everyone was drinking, some were drunk, some were dead on the floor or couch, then reader says "I miss my husband..." With such a solemn expression and everyone is shocked because wdym u have a fockin husband????

Rosalyn: *sees reader crying their eyes out* you... You have a husband?

Reader: yes, Rosa sob I miss him, my kids, too!

The gang: Kid? Wait, kids? Plural...? How come we never knew of this????????????

Reader was actually referring to their fictional boyfriend and characters they grew to love that they knew about from Earth, but reader is like, crying like it's the saddest thing as if their spouse went to war

…Seriously? - LoTCF & Reader

a/n: a/n: not me sneaking my lads obsession in here, also I had to choose 1 LI so the gig isn't out of the bag so soon but I don't have a bias there... so i used the usual roulette lol, find out who won as you read the story

tags: earth timeline doesn't make sense. transmigrator reader, love and deepspace mentions, platonic, fluss

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

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[Name] was an enigma to Cale’s group. They know that she’s not from their world. Know that she can predict the future to a certain extent. However, beyond that information, they don’t know much about the transmigrator. 

They barely know anything personal about [Name].

Which is a bit unfair if one thinks about it deeply. [Name] knows everyone like the back of her hand, but they don’t even know if the name she has given her is her real one.

But it doesn’t matter much. Cale’s group is not one to pry information that could possibly be sensitive out of a comrade. They all have their secrets after all, maybe [Name] was uncomfortable talking about her previous life.

Well, that was until Rosalyn saw her crying one day.

It was a normal day, a good one even. For the first time in a while, there’s absolutely nothing to do. Even Rosalyn’s research has been put on hold. And so she decided to find [Name] so they could try to newly opened cafe in town, and have a girl’s day.

“[Name] are you busy–”

The mage stopped in her tracks as she heard the transmigrator sob from the other side of the door. [Name]’s cries were quiet but it caused a loud concern to ring in Rosalyn’s heart.

“Why are you crying? Did something happen?”

Rosalyn opened the door, panic spread through her body as [Name] is known to never cry.

“Ro-rosa..?”

[Name] looked up as the door opened. Her knees touched her chest, her head resting on top of it. Tear stains could be seen on her clothes, it looked like she had been crying for a while now.

“I’m fine, don’t worry nothing happened.”

She reassured Rosalyn as she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. Her voice was wobbly, not helping her case and certainly not making the ex-royal believe her.

Rosalyn took [Name]’s hands on her left hand and wiped the transmigrator’s tears with the handkerchief she bought with her right hand. Concern is etched on her face as she gives [Name]’s hands comforting strokes.

“Tell this unnie what’s wrong.”

Both have forgotten about the door being wide open. Making everyone, the three kids and Lock, hear everything they are talking about.

“It’s a silly thing… I just realized it’s been so long since I saw my husband…”

Rosalyn fought the urge to overreact at the news that one of her friends had a husband she didn’t know about.

“From your previous world?”

“...Yeah, it’s been so long since I saw him. It doesn’t help that when I last saw him it looked like he was going on a very dangerous mission.”

[Name] was crestfallen as she spoke. It was clear just how much she missed him.

“My children too, I only saw my twins for a short while!”

The whiplash Rosalyn is getting from these shocking pieces of information is too much.

Good thing another redhead arrived to save the day.

“Why are you four hiding over there?”

Cale asked the four children and only then did the two women realise how the door was open. Rosalyn shot [Name] an apologetic look. She didn’t mean for her personal life to be broadcasted like that.

“No need to be sorry, it wasn’t really a secret. There wasn’t just a chance to bring it up.”

[Name] assured the mage as she gestured over to the five outside her door. Beckoning them to go inside.

As Cale and the children walked towards the transmigrator, they updated Cale as to what they heard.

“So you had a husband before coming here?”

“Yes, my husband Sylus… I didn’t even get his limited card before I could… huek!”

The transmigrator teared up once more and every one pitied her despite their confusion. Just what card is she talking about? Maybe it’s an earth thing they don’t know about.

“[Name]-nim are you talking about a credit card?”

Choi Han peeked from outside. He was just passing by when he heard the children updating Cae about his fellow transmigrator’s life.

“Huh? Oh no, I mean he did have a black card but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Now Choi Han was part of the confused crowd. If she didn’t mean a savings card what could she be talking about then?

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Cale squinted his eyes. That man knows for a fact that [Name] hasn’t even had her first kiss yet. What are all these lies about a husband? 

…Plus the name she said sounded very familiar.

“Could you tell us more about him?”

“Yeah tell us please nya!”

Raon and Hong encouraged [Name] to talk more, interested in the slightest information about their mysterious friend’s personal life.

“Well, his very tall. Around 187cm I think? He kind of looks like a vampire with his white hair and red eyes. I can confidently say that his one of the most handsome guys out there.”

Everyone became even more intrigued. Just how great was this husband of hers? [Name] sounded very in love with him. He also sounded well-off based on Choi Han’s explanation of how a black card is like the equivalent of a golden plaque.

“Oh, he also has this thing called Evol. Basically he has powers, his power in particular is controlling energy. His super strong, he can even heal wounds.”

From the corner of the room, Cale suppressed a sigh as he placed the pieces together. Instead, he opted to silently facepalm.

The conversation about [Name]’s supposed “husband” lasted for a few more minutes before everyone filed out of her room. Leaving only her and Cale behind.

“What was your affinity level before you got here?”

“Affinity 60… But omg, you play love and deespace too!?”

[Name] looked at the redhead man who was finally letting out that deep, imparted sigh he had been holding in since earlier.

“No, I just saw forum leaks about your husband Sylus.”

“Ohhhh, I was wondering how you knew when he was barely out when I transmigrated…”

An awkward silence lingered around the two. Both of them don’t know how to proceed with the new information. In fact, [Name] didn’t know that game existed on Cale’s earth.

Wait was it possible that they were from the same earth?

But he had powers…

[Name] decided to not think about it.

“Next time, refrain from speaking about your fictional husbands as if they’re real… I think you nearly gave Rosalyn a heart attack?”

“Wait really!?”

[Name] looked at Cale who was on his way to go back to his room. She didn’t know the repercussions of casually speaking about her otome game. The redhead only looked at her as if she was a lost cause. 

“Yes, really.“

incase you were curious about the roulette lol dont mind me using the jp names im just more used to that

[sidemari]

• Longing •

A SFW story about giving your relationship with Morrison a second chance.

Characters included: Frank Morrison (The Legion x GN!Reader)

Author’s notes: Quentin Smith appears as a secondary character to help a little with the development of the text. His "relationship" with the reader is purely platonic. I wouldn’t forgive Frank so easily as the reader did, but well, it's the reader lol. 

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"When are you going to stop using the silent treatment to punish me?" You exasperated, trying to be reasonable with him. "Frank, look. If you just tell me what's going on, we can solve any problems together."

"I'm not in the mood for this right now." He muttered, growling in irritation.

You knew how out of sorts he could get even with the slightest stimulus.

"Go away."

"Is it because of her?" You asked, trying to make eye contact with him, but to no avail. "Frank, I need you to be honest with me."

"I think I need some time."

That hit you abruptly.

"Time? Are you breaking up with me?" Your words were quiet as you tried to control your breathing to avoid conveying your agitation.

"It'll be better for both of us."

You were silent for a few moments, just letting your body absorb his words.

"Is it because of her?" You asked again with tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"And what changes if it does?" His voice was filled with anger.

"It changes that..." You swallowed, wiping your eyes before the tears could run down your cheeks. "It changes that I welcomed, cared for, and loved a guy who never got over his first girlfriend."

"Hey, you're taking this too seriously."

"I stood by you when everyone else abandoned you. I'm hated to this day by many of the survivors because I was the girl who wanted to give a chance to a killer like you!" You said bitterly, trying to get away from the hands that tried to pull you closer to him. "They... They were right. All these sacrifices and for what? All this for a guy who was never honest with me about how he felt, or about how he still is emotionally dependent on a girl who treated him like a wretch the first chance she got."

At this point you just wanted to get away from that place.

You didn't belong there anymore. 

Maybe you never really belonged.

"Wait! Talk to me!" He yelled when you finally broke free from him. "Talk to me, damn it!"

"Now you want to talk?" You opened the front door, a blast of icy wind hitting your body. "Things seem pretty clear to me." You slammed the door, then disappeared from near his house.

He didn't try to stop you.

He knew you too well, whether you’d like to admit it or not.

Frank knew you wouldn't listen to him while your emotions were on edge.

He sighed, a heavy wave of guilt hitting him all at once, almost suffocating him. Lying down on the couch, he stared at the ceiling for the remaining hours of the day, memories of you and Julie assaulting his mind without permission until sleep consumed him.

At camp, you didn't have the strength or even the appetite to eat dinner and try to interact with anyone - you let yourself rest on a seat at one of the tables only after you noticed no one else would be there.

"You seem quieter than usual." One of the few survivors who still kept in touch with you - Quentin Smith - squeezed your shoulders affectionately, making you lift your head from the table you were leaning on to look at him.

"Quentin..." You murmured with relief when you realized it was him, his presence was always comforting.

"Have you been crying?" He asked, his voice brimming with concern.

"It was just another disappointment, you know, nothing I can't get over."

"You don't have to be strong all the time." He sat down next to you, his hand soon squeezing yours as his usual way of showing affection. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"You were right. We survivors shouldn't have contact with the killers, especially outside of trials."

"Was it Frank?" He murmured, a mix of feelings forming inside him - anger, jealousy, compassion and affection. When you didn't respond, he got up from his seat and opened his arms, inviting you for a hug.

You accepted the silent invitation and with a low mood, you also got up from where you were and allowed yourself to find shelter in the arms of your best friend from that realm. 

His fingertips caressed your hair as he tightened his embrace, in order to comfort you in some way.

"Yes, it was him." You murmured against his jacket, wanting to disappear and come back only when your heart stopped hurting.

A few weeks passed.

And then months.

You hadn't seen him for a long time.

Secretly you thanked the Entity for the fact that even though you faced The Legion constantly during that period, the killers you found in the trials were, most of the time, Joey and Susie.

That particular night, you invited Quentin to watch the stars after a trial since you knew how stressful it was for him to participate in the Entity's sick games. More than any other survivor, Quentin didn't deserve to be dragged into this hell.

"I'm exhausted." He muttered, collapsing into the low grass beside your body. 

That was a private place, a clearing that few people cared to frequent. 

The stars shone majestically in the dark sky, bringing some kind of security to your tired hearts.

You sat down, patting Quentin on the shoulder, who was with his eyes closed, sighing peacefully after that trial.

"What's up?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep as he opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Rest your head on my lap."

"You don't have to. I mean... It would be comfortable, but I don't want to force you into anything, you know?" He stuttered between these words, a pink color forming on his cheeks.

"I'm the one offering, Quentin. Come closer." He finally accepted the invitation, leaning on your lap carefully.

"That's... Almost all I could ask for..." He whispered, snuggling against your thighs.

You looked at the lake in front of you, avoiding eye contact as Quentin watched your expression curiously.

You smiled slightly before questioning him.

"Almost everything?"

Your relationship was mostly platonic. With Quentin being extremely afraid of losing your friendship if he tried to become something more with you, he always preferred to remain just as a friend.

"Yeah, almost everything." He confirmed, smiling with melancholy.

You hadn't noticed, but a figure was observing you cautiously from a distance. 

It was Frank, who watched you as some feelings took over him deep inside.

Was it anger? Jealousy? Hatred for that foolish survivor?

No, that didn't seem right.

What he felt was longing.

He wanted you back.

Damn the day you were selected for a trial.

On the Ormond map.

Against The Legion.

You mentally whined, begging the Entity to spare you from seeing Frank.  

The matches against The Legion's playstyle were tiring: trying to escape hits, mend yourself constantly, try and do generators only to run away once more since the killer was already on your tail again. 

To say it was frustrating was an understatement. 

Participating in these types of trials was even more frustrating knowing that you could encounter Frank at any point during the match.

Yet, you realized something was wrong when you noticed that you hadn't been hurt once and the killer seemed to just ignore your presence as if you were completely indifferent.

Brushing the weird feeling inside of your chest off, you started working on a generator in the killer's shack, barely noticing when he appeared in front of you, for his terror radius was oddly small.

That damn mask.

He removed it slowly, observing you while you worked on bare wires and cranks as if he wanted to memorize every detail of you. 

“You’re staring.” You said, bored.

Frank smiled weakly. 

It was always enticing noticing you weren’t afraid of him like the other survivors. 

"We need to talk."

"I have no unfinished business with you."

"Could you just look at me for once?"

"Morrison, no." You stopped working on the gen, getting up to walk to another spot of the map. 

"Look... I promise it will be quick."

"I gave you a chance to talk and resolve things that day and you didn't take it."

"I was stupid, okay? Are you satisfied that I finally admitted it?” His voice was a bit louder, still he wasn’t yelling. Not yet. “So please, let me be near you, even for a few final seconds, and I swear I'll leave you alone." You sighed in frustration. 

Part of you just wanted to send him to hell and leave him alone with whatever he had to tell you, but the other part believed that listening to what he had to say would be an act of maturity and overcoming. 

Making your choice, you finally looked at him. 

That was the first eye contact you had since that fateful day. 

His eyes looked different. There was no longer anger and hatred in them, but rather a silent anguish, almost like a plea for help, for his gaze was no longer violent and disinterested, but exhausted and resigned. 

"Forgive me." A small smile formed on his lips, but you could tell that smiling was the last thing he felt able to do at that moment. 

You didn't answer him, instead you just noticed how his eyes seemed brighter than usual. 

Were those tears threatening to form?

Your eyebrows furrowed as you witnessed the purest expression of his feelings yet.

"Forgive me for not being who you deserved." He swallowed, trying to ignore the tightness he felt in his throat. "You met someone who treats you the way you deserve, and I hope you'll be happy with him. I know for a fact he’ll be the one I wasn't for you." You were about to answer him that he had interpreted things wrong when he hurried on:

"I'm already finishing." You noticed how he was panting, fighting against the hurricane of feelings inside him. "I still care about you, even if you don't believe it." And then he turned his back on you, preparing to go and patrol some generators. His hand hovered over his mask, ready to put it any time but your voice stopped him. 

"Frank?" You murmured.

He stopped, but didn't look back.

The trigger for the first tears to run down his cheeks was when he felt your arms wrapping around him from behind his body.

He turned to you when you released him after a few seconds.

"Thank you." He would like to keep a good memory of you in mind and maybe that one would be enough to keep him going.

You stopped him from leaving once more by holding onto one of his wrists, his eyes staring at you with exhaustion.

"Even after everything that happened between us…” You sighed, not knowing if you should continue or not. "I still... I still love you so much it hurts."

"Do you still love me?" His voice was small, confused, not believing your words.

"Yes, Frank. I still love you." 

"I need you. Fuck, I need you so bad." His hands were shaking as he kept fidgeting with them to try and cope with the overwhelming feeling, his eyes darting to your lips before making eye contact with you again.  "Can I?" He asked, resting his trembling hands on your waist with delicacy. 

You nodded, allowing yourself to relax for the first time since you had seen him for the first time that day. He pulled your body against his, sighing at the contact and warmth. 

Starting a kiss, you revisited countless memories from when you were still together: fragments of memories from the first time you met him as a child, the late afternoons in Canada, the day you both confessed to each other, your first kiss, your first night together, your first anniversary and so many other special moments you had lived by each other’s side invaded your minds at the same time as you quenched the longing you felt for each other. 

During those seconds, it was as if you were not in the Realm of the Entity. 

It seemed that everything you had been through since spawning in The Fog was merely the fruit of restless dreams. 

It was almost as if your ordinary life could still be rescued.

"Be mine once more." He murmured, almost like a plea, against your lips.

[call-me-copycat]

I don’t know if you take request but can you do an emergency request with aizawa with like a kid figure? Or like foster or adoptive kid or something who like got 🍇 threats and just is really not okay because men suck 😞💔 no but srs I know it’s not all men but what the flip..! Sorry if that was like a vent feel free to ignore if you’re uncomfortable by it but if you do please tag me!! Take care

Hi! I apologize for taking a few days to get to this, my energy hasn't been the best but I finished it! I hope this helps even a little, sorry to hear you went through such a thing (๑•́︿•̀๑)

I'm wishing you all the best and more!

The Hollows of the Mind

➤ Welcome - Introduction and request rules (requests are open + some info about me)

▶ Characters: Father! Aizawa & GN Reader [Platonic]

▶ Genre: Comfort

▶ Summary: You receive... Threats. Luckily, Aizawa's the best at both protection and comfort

▶ Word Count: 2146

▶ Warnings:

Mentions of assault

Threats given to reader

The night was cold. There was a slight breeze that made its way through the open window of your dorm room, but you couldn't be bothered to close it. You didn't have the energy.

You didn't have the energy for very much lately. All of it was drained from you when they showed up. You shuddered, trying to erase their vile threats from your mine where it seemed to imprint itself. Sometimes it amazed you how low people would crawl.

Time was the last thing on your mind. It seemed to drone on as you sat on your bed, zoning out as you stared out the window. Maybe you ought to close it soon.

A brief knock on your door sent you jumping a bit, but you quickly stilled as your father's figure came into view.

Aizawa was safe. Everyone knew that. He cared for his students with a burning passion and his past injuries were proof of how far he was willing to go. Villains feared him (sometimes students as well), but you and your class loved him.

Aizawa was safe.

"It's past lights out. You know what that means. "

For a moment you simply stared at him, frozen in confusion. It wasn't until he stretched out an open hand that you realized it was your phone that he wanted. You had lost track of time, and this was what you received.

As if things couldn't get bad enough.

With a sigh you reached out to pass him your phone, half-way apologies already forming in your mind.

"I'm sorry Sensei, I promise it won't happen again. "

Aizawa was observant. It was near impossible to hide anything from him, and he was normally able to pick up on things sometimes before you yourself could even tell.

Such as now. Body language was an important indicator of someone's emotions, and yours was drooping. You looked lethargic, and all your movements lacked any energy behind them. Something had brought you down, and suddenly Aizawa's attention was brought off the phone.

His normally stern expression morphed into one of concern, as the tone of your voice had caught him a little off guard. Placing your phone down on your table, his dark eyes studied your expression. This was not how you usually were. Something was off.

Once he made his way over to you, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong?"

You didn't realize how out of it you were until you jumped at the sudden touch to your shoulder. It was unexpected, but not unfamiliar. You never jumped around him. You looked up to him, and in that moment Aizawa saw just how tired your eyes looked. They were dull.

Your thoughts swarmed your head as you contemplated on telling him or not, and what you'd even say if you did.

It was late, so it was supposed to be expected to see one tired around this time. But the fatigue that filled your eyes looked as though it had been there for a while. You didn't look tired... You looked exhausted, and Aizawa couldn't help but feel a pang of worry at this point.

Aizawa loved all his students. He'd do anything for them. But you. You were special to him, you were his. His child to care for, to look after, to love and accompany. While he wouldn't outright say it, you held a higher position in his heart compared to any student he's ever taught.

He moved to sit beside you on your bed this time, trying to look into your eyes as you turned away.

"[Name]..." Gently placing a finger on your cheek and turning your head so you'd face him, he sighed. "What happened? Talk to me." His voice was low, gentle. More gentle than usual.

Hesitantly, you brought your eyes up to face his. Aizawa was a familiar figure. He'd always been a beacon of hope for every single student in class 1-A, including you. So why couldn't you call upon him yourself?

"I-I..." It was hard, getting the words out. It hurt. You didn't want to relive it all over again. However, before you could begin speaking again, your phone lit up with yet another notification, the ping sound echoing in your ears.

Noticing your eyes widen from their droopy state unconsciously, Aizawa's attention is moved to the device. He concluded that whatever popped up on your phone was the issue at hand.

"Who is it from?" He asked as he stood up and reached out for it, much to your horror. Things were moving too fast. You wanted help, yes, but there was some unknown fear gripping you. Fear of what, you weren't sure.

"Wait!" Your voice rang hollow in your ears, surprising both Aizawa and yourself at the unexpected action. It instantly froze him in place, fingers hovering above the device.

You'd never raised your voice before, let alone at him, and it was only then that he had confirmation that whatever was going on wasn't to be taken lightly if you were acting this way.

Swiveling his head over to you, his expression remained solid as he spoke firmly. "Tell me what's wrong, now." He didn't mean to come off as cold, and you knew him well enough to know that he wasn't trying to be.

Aizawa saw an issue and he wouldn't let any barriers get in his way of fixing it - even if you were the constructor. He needed to know what was happening.

You were frozen in place, arm still reaching out from when you shouted. As you looked over towards your phone, the notifications glaring at you on the screen, you slowly lowered your arm as you mulled it over. Staring blankly at the screen, you felt hollow. All the fear had been sucked out of you, leaving you to feel foolish at keeping quiet. A risky thought jumped ahead in your mind, and before you could think twice you were already opening your mouth.

"You... You can open it."

You slowly slid your eyes down to the ground, not wanting to see his expression and just wanting the whole ordeal to be over. Fear and shame and sorrow bled into your thoughts daily. You just wanted someone... Anyone to save you. To reach out a hand.

Which is what Aizawa always did best.

He wasn't expecting the sudden compliance, but he wasn't going to sit and complain. Slowly, he turned to your phone and unlocked it, reading through everything that showed on the screen.

You could only stare at the floor. You didn't want to see him. You didn't want anything to do with this whole ordeal anymore. You just wanted to live your life the way you used to. You didn't want to be scared.

The air between the both of you was thick with tension, silent and heavy. Everything came to a standstill for a brief moment, before Aizawa suddenly slammed your phone back down onto your desk.

You shot your head up, only to see him looking at the floor with his fist clenched. He was trembling. But he wasn't scared. Far from it.

He was mad. Not mad, enraged.

He wanted to find every single idiot who even thought that way about you. It was difficult to contain himself, and for a moment he had to heave a breath just to steel himself so he could speak.

"For how long..."

His voice shook the slightest bit as he looked up at you.

Turning away so you wouldn't be facing him, you swallowed. "Awhile," you softly muttered. Once again, you were drowned in raging silence.

That little comment caused Aizawa's heart to break, and he clenched his fist to keep himself from blowing up from anger.

"Why didn't you tell someone?.... Why didn't you tell me?"

His voice was low, he really couldn't hide the amount of pain in his voice hearing that this wasn't a single comment thrown at you.

You sucked in a breath, both you and Aizawa knowing that the answer wasn't that simple.

"I was scared..."

Looking up from the ground, you turn your attention to the still-open window.

"I know that either way I would've been scared... Telling someone or not. But I thought... I thought..." You couldn't help the way your eyes began to water as you huddled in on yourself. "I thought I could ignore it. "

Your reflection bounced in his dark eyes as he watched you intently. So badly did he want to hold you, to put a hand on your head and tell you that everything would be okay in the end.

He clenched his fist even tighter until his knuckles turned white.

"Ignore it...?" He breathed out, his voice reverberating through the room. He gently grabbed your shoulder and made it so you had to look up at him. You stilled upon sight of his upset decomposed expression.

"This is not something you can just ignore and just wait for it to go away."

His words hit you like a brick wall, but they were true. Aizawa was no sweetheart, he never sugarcoated things. He was true, a realist. He was stern, he scared people, he was strict... Yet you and many others knew that if you unraveled him you'd find a softened heart.

"I've come to realize that." You muttered, wiping your nose on your sleeve as your eyes threatened to spill over.

A part of Aizawa always broke upon seeing you sad. He softly squeezed your shoulder, gently reaching up to wipe your falling tears.

"It should not have taken this long for you to realize that..."

He was trying so very hard to contain himself and stay calm and collected. He needed to, for your sake. He let his hand fall from your cheek as he clenched his fist again.

"I don't care what they said..."

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as a new wave of anger was washing over him at the thoughts of everything that was said to you. All those threats... They wouldn't have the power to do a single thing. He'd make sure of it.

"I won't let any of them lay a finger on you, do you understand me?"

You finally turned all your attention onto him, and with teary eyes you let out a wobbly smile. You failed to compose yourself, ending with your throwing yourself at him, sobbing in his arms as he caught you and held your close.

He was your father.

Your teacher.

Your mentor.

He was strong. Villains feared him. Students looked up to him. He was safe. He loved you as you did him. You just wanted to be safe, and here it was. It was him.

"T-thank y-you..." You hid your face in his shirt as you sniffled.

With his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, Aizawa held you close, gently running a hand through your hair.

He cared so deeply for you that it genuinely hurt at times. You occupied his mind nearly all day and all night. He was always worried, knowing how cruel and unjust the world could be. That's why he knew something like this was bound to form. Luckily, he was a formidable wall, keeping anything from reaching you. He'd be damned if he didn't give his all, no matter the threat level.

Pressing his lips against your forehead, he sighed. "You don't have to thank me y'know."

Breathing in, he cracked a small smile as he looked at you lovingly. "I'd do anything to keep you safe, doesn't matter if you ask me to or not."

You breathed, feeling lighter somehow. It was coming to an end. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you closed your eyes as you finally allowed yourself to relax.

Aizawa rested his face in your hair, rubbing your back as he felt all the tension leave your body at once. He was happy to take that weight from you. It was a father's job, after all. You weren't meant to carry it anyway. So badly did he want to hunt down those that threatened you, and to show them some real threats instead...

But right now... There was something more important.

He continued his ministrations, realizing that you had fallen asleep in his arms. Heaving a sigh, he looked down at you once more, a smile gracing his features. He really did love you. Squeezing you gently so as to not wake you, he muttered "I'm going to fix this, okay?"

He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the warmth that you radiated, before standing up and closing the window you left open with a final thud.

@lololol00

I hope this is what you wanted! Thank you for requesting, I hope you have a lovely day! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[asuyaka]

Ok hear me out, Reader is besties with Gojo and Geto and was paired with them to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel(Riko) and Readers notices how the girl's passing seemed to take a toll on Geto the most, so after seeing his decreasing health, both physical and mental, they decided to reach out to him and pull him out of his dark thoughts. Yes I am in denial about the recent chapters, this is how I cope. This man deserves all the hugs in the world😭😭

★ - 'm totally agree! all Satoru had ta do was speak with Suguru 'n JJK probably wouldn't have happened !! <(＿　＿)>

☆ - Teen! Geto Suguru x Male Reader — Can be read as platonic or romantic !!

♡ - Hurt/comfort, suicidal thoughts, and Suguru bein' mildly racist towards non-sorcerers (；′⌒`)

The merging of the Star Plasma Vessel— Riko Amanai— and Tengen went to shit the second Fushiguro Toji came into the picture.

You tried, you tried saving her even though you were scared. No one could touch Satoru, but Toji could. Toji killed him and Riko like it was nothing.

You and Suguru weren't enough, he was too strong. When he killed Rainbow Dragon, Suguru's strongest curse, the reality set in that you two most likely weren't going to make it out alive.

You did, thankfully, but at what cost?

Your quaint little friend group broke up. Shoko was busy learning medical Jujutsu most of the time, Satoru had officially become the strongest and started taking solo missions which left you and Suguru.

But after that day, you noticed something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Suguru had lost weight, his hair which he prided himself in taking care of had split ends and was mildly greasy and he had eye bags.

This also added to the fact that he was coming late to class almost every day sent alarm bells in your head, so you decided to check up on him.

In your home clothes since you didn't have any impending missions and classes were over, you knocked on Suguru's door. He's stopped coming to class the past few days which scared the shit out of you since Suguru doesn't miss class unless it's something serious.

You waited, hoping to hear an answer. When you didn't, you checked the doorknob. It was open so you walked in, announcing yourself just in case Suguru was busy with something.

His room was a mess. The trash can was overflowing, clothes were piled up in a corner and dishes were stacked on the sink.

Suguru was curled up in his bed—which was also a mess, sheets that needed to be washed and his bed was in desperate need of a making— his blanket pulled up to his neck and his body facing away from the doorway.

"Suguru?" You whispered, checking his breathing just in case. It was there and stable, which meant he was just sleeping. You gently tapped on him, noticing the soft tear lines on his cheek.

He had cried himself to sleep.

Suguru stirred as his eyes opened slowly, blinking away the tiredness when he saw your concerned face. "[Name]..? What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you. You haven't been in class, so I got worried. Are you okay?"

Suguru sat up and rubbed his eyes. He didn't realize he'd been gone for that long, it felt better to stay asleep than wake up. Some days he wished he stayed asleep forever.

"Sorry, I lost track of time." He came up with a lie off the top of his head, hoping you wouldn't question anything and leave him alone.

He knows you though. Knows how empathetic you are, knows how caring you are to the people you love, so it was no surprise when you sat on his bed making yourself comfortable. "Are you okay, Suguru?"

"I told you, I just lost track of time—"

"Suguru..." Your voice was soft as you took his hands into yours. Usually, his were well-manicured and painted black, but now they were long. Suguru hated it when his nails were long, they always got in the way when he was fighting curses. "You don't have to lie to me, you don't have to say anything you don't want to. Please, just tell me if you need help and I'll help you. I won't ask for anything more."

Suguru tensed up. Does he need help? He hasn't felt like himself ever since... everything happened a few months ago. The world felt so grey and he couldn't think of a reason to keep waking up and getting out of bed.

So what if those monkeys needed saving? Sorcerers shouldn't have to put their lives on the line to save people who were barely worth saving.

He feels sluggish. He reeks, his hair feels so greasy and his eyes are heavy. He just wants to lie down and hopefully take his last breath. He can't keep doing this— be a sorcerer that is.

He hates morals, he hates that 'the strong should protect the weak' bullshit, he hates that he wasn't strong enough to protect someone who needed saving, someone who deserved it.

He's so tired. Tired of the Jujutsu world, tired of the fake lies of non-sorcerers, tired of everything.

"...please." He mutters out, his hands slightly squeezing yours and his head hanging in shame.

You nod as you help him up. You don't need to tell him anything right now. If he needs you, if he needs your help, that's all that matters.

You start a bath and help him get undressed, closing your eyes for the sake of his privacy when you got to his boxers.

The water was warm against your legs, and you thanked yourself that you wore shorts instead of sweats. You washed him, taking extra care of his hair to show him you remembered how much he loved it. Show him how much you care about him.

You leave him momentarily to grab clean clothes, settling on an old Mario shirt, black shorts, and a pair of fuzzy white and black socks.

"Do you want to stay here while I clean?" You asked as you tied his hair into a loose ponytail, the smell of his cinnamon shampoo in the air.

Suguru shook his head. He wanted—no— needed to stay close to you. To hold you, to feel someone else's warmth against his. You didn't ask any questions, letting him hold onto your waist as you went to make his bed.

He stayed like that, pressed against you as you sorted his clothes, cleaned his kitchen, swept his floor, helped him take care of his nails, and him made him food.

Suguru doesn't feel like he deserves this. He doesn't deserve you. You're being so patient with him, you aren't judging him for being messy or unclean, you weren't judging the fact that his fridge was almost empty, you were just there.

There for him, to make him feel better.

Suguru feels like he's going to cry.

He's pressed against your chest, hands wrapped around your waist as he listens to you read aloud a book you had brought with you, hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently.

"...thank you." He mumbles, wiping the wet away from his eyes. He feels so loved, like someone would care if he flat out died.

You smile softly, pressing a kiss against his head. "I'm always going to be here for you Suguru. No matter what."

And for the first time in months, he believes that it's worth it to live. That if he gets to feel you like this, he might stay in the Jujutsu world. All for you— everything for you.

[atsusluvie]

jealous kisses

pairing: bada x reader

summary: bada and tatter were seen holding hands at a concert and you can't help but feel jealous.

warnings: 🤏🏼 suggestive

wc: ~ 1.5k

a/n: sooo i've never written before and honestly it's not the best, please spare me. also absolutely no hate to tatter i love her 🫶🏼

your head found a place in Bada’s lap as you both lounge around on lusher’s couch; her fingers tracing their way up from your cheeks to play with strands of your hair. you lean into her touch, reveling in her affection. it’s rare these days –with all the filming– for you both to have a moment to breathe and just enjoy the day. bada took this opportunity to have a movie night with you and the rest of team bebe, as a sort of team bonding moment, and lusher was nice enough to offer her apartment as the meeting place.

“what time did you tell them to come?” you look up from your phone to face lusher, who’s sitting on the couch diagonal to you.

“minah texted in the group chat that they were heading up so they should be-” your attention turns to the door at the ring of the bell. “-here.”

you sit up straight –cuddling into bada’s side as she wraps an arm over your shoulder– to make room for the others as lusher makes her way to open the door for the rest. they each pile in taking off their shoes and coats, greeting you three with hi’s and hugs.

“i brought snacks! everyone’s favorites!” cheche waves around the snack-filled bags in her hand.

everyone settles into their respective spots on the couches and excitedly dig into their snacks while searching on their phones for movies that the team could agree on.

“oh my god unnie did you see the picture the fans took of us? at the concert last night.” tatter hands bada her phone, you peek over to see a picture of bada guiding tatter to their seats by her hand. you knew bada and tatter were just good friends, but that didn’t stop your stomach from churning.

“this is so funny people are theorizing that we could be in a relationship, but little do they know…” tatter giggles, hinting at the lack of awareness the public had of your relationship with bada. you two are private about your relationship, to keep your peace away from prying eyes and also because you are on competing crews for swf2. you’re starting to regret that decision.

the others also giggle at the predicament, each saying a variation of how the public would be surprised to know the truth, unaware of your tense body sitting quietly next to bada.

“hey, are you alright love? you seem tense.” bada asks, giving your shoulders a light squeeze.

“uh yeah. i’m just gonna use the bathroom really quick.” you pat her leg and stand up. your head was spinning with so many thoughts that you didn't notice the others quieting down as they watched you beeline down the hall.

you lock the door to the bathroom and turn to face the mirror above the sink. your reflection looked like a blur; your mind racing with the event that just occurred, to all the comments swf2 contestants would make and all the times they were being touchy with bada. but bada would always set boundaries, some distance when anyone would get closer than what she knows you’re comfortable with. and usually you didn’t mind her holding hands as a platonic gesture, you did with your crew and friends too, but the comments just ate at your insecurities. your relationship might not be public, but you weren’t sparing with your affections, so why weren’t comments made about you two?

you turn on the faucet and attempt to wash away the lingering worries. you unlock the door to head out after drying your face, only to be stopped in your tracks by the sight of bada with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. her brows were furrowed and her gaze was on the floor before she realized that you had opened the door. her eyes full of concern soften as they meet yours.

“you got up so abruptly and looked pale. are you sure you’re okay?” she steps forward to examine you closer, her eyes searching your face for any sign of illness.

you nod your head. “yeah i’m fine, i just needed a moment.”

“if this is about the picture, you know tatter and i are just friends right? you’re the one i want, no one else.” she reaches up to tuck a loose hair behind your ear and slides her hand down to rest by the base of your neck.

“i know… i just needed a moment to pull myself together.” you sheepishly look away, avoiding her eyes. 

"hmm i see..." she hums, stepping forward again and backing you into the wall as she places an arm above your head. 

“is someone jealous?” she brings her head down trying to meet your eyes and you catch a glimpse of her knowing grin. 

“you’re so cute when you’re jealous,” she coos, nudging your chin up with her finger to get you to meet her eyes. “you get all pouty and embarrassed.” her eyes trail down to your lips and like a pair of magnets, her lips slowly find their way to yours. her slow gentle kiss, the warmth of her touch, lulls you for just a moment.

when she pulls away, your eyes make contact for a moment before you avert back it to the wall.

“why are you still avoiding my eyes?”

“i can’t look at you right now.” you mumble.

she lets out a chuckle. “and why is that?”

“because…”

“because…?” she raises her brows expectantly.

“because! If I look at your pretty face right now, it’s just gonna remind me how every other girl thinks you’re pretty too and i can't stand it!” you huff out.

she bursts out laughing, throwing her head back.

“it’s not funny.” you whine, shoving her shoulder.

“maybe just a little.” she says, which makes you pout more –drawing her eyes back down to your lips. she brings a hand up to cup your jaw, pulling your face close enough that you feel her breath on your lips.

“i might hug other people, might even hold their hand… but my lips belong on yours.” her eyes still intensely staring at your lips, her tongue instinctively pokes out to wet her lips as she grazes your bottom lip with her thumb, pushing down on it a little.

“i only kiss you” she pulls you in to connect your lips, a little harder than the last. the kiss grew a little rougher, sloppier before she pulls back. “like this.” bada leans her forehead against yours, trying to catch her breath. you could see a string of your mixed saliva connecting your lips. from the way bada smirks, you can tell she noticed too.

“i only touch you like this.” her hands slide down your body slowly, making sure to take her time. she grazes over your clothed chest, down to pull you at your waist making you arch your body into hers, chests flushing together.

she looks down at where your bodies touched, biting back a smile, before reconnecting your lips. you can tell she was getting needy by how eager her kisses were. her tongue brushes over your bottom lip asking for access, which you give, letting her tongue explore yours. you wrap your arms around her neck, wanting her closer, needing to feel more of her. you feel her fingers dip under the seam of your shirt, grazing lightly over your skin. as though a light graze was not enough for her, she brings her warm hands up your shirt to feel more of you. she stops just above your rib cage, thumbs almost dipping underneath your bra.

“fuck baby, i love how you feel.” she pants out. her touch and words spread warmth throughout your body and your hands instinctively find their way to the back of her neck, giving the hairs a slight tug. she moans into your lips. the sounds of sloppy kisses and her quiet moans echoing through the halls send heat between your legs. as if she can sense it, bada pushes a leg in between yours barely grazing where you need her most. you tug at her hair a little harder for being a tease.

“ah, impatient are we?” she groans, loving the slight pain that shoots down her neck.

“YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE MAKING BABIES IN MY BATHROOM!” the sound of lusher’s voice booming from the living room breaks you two apart.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN BIOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE.” bada yells back, rolling her eyes.

“we’ll continue this later.” she smiles, giving you a quick peck.

bonus:

“so did y’all pick a movie?” bada asks nonchalantly as you both sit back down on the couch.

“yeah, but uh… unnie you smudged your lipstick a little.” kyma pointed at the side of her lips.

bada eyes widen as her hand quickly shoots up to wipe at her lips. the other girls laughed at bada incriminating herself.

“idiot you didn’t wear any lipstick today.” you swatted her hand.

[desmond69miles]

2/23/25: Hey guys :D I don't remember when I first posted this but it's definitely been a while, so I reread this post and fixed up my grammar + rewrote/added some bits.

Notes/Warnings: NSFW, non-explicit sex (there's only two paragraphs of described sex), reader is a lady, very very slight angst and mostly just fluff

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Trust is tied deep into your less-than-conventional relationship.

They’ve both lost so much. So many loved ones, so many memories, so much death.

They find solace within you, within each other.

You’ve never seen someone harbor so much love for another as much as Chris and Leon, even if that love was a little odd and definitely not rom-com worthy.

The pair had been together before you joined, both romantically and platonically.

When the three of you got lucky enough to be home at the same time, there was always an order. When you slept, you were often pressed against Leon who was pressed against Chris. When you cuddled, you were laying against the shorter-haired male while Leon hugged him.

To your friends and family, it appears that you're the 'third party' within the relationship. It seemed like Leon and Chris liked and valued each other more, and as much as your friends tried to concern you, they couldn't be further from the truth.

Behind closed doors they showed just how much they appreciated you. They loved you, their hands sticking to your body any chance they could get.

Sometimes Leon would take you for a ride on his motorcycle, or would show a vulnerable side when he talked about his parents while you ran your fingers through his hair. Sometimes Leon would tell you stories about his missions while you cook. He's absolutely sure you're not paying any attention, but when you look past your shoulder and ask for him to repeat that one ridiculous detail about the whole Las Plagas ordeal, Leon knows that - no matter how stupid - no word said by him would be forgotten by you (truly, a curse disguised as a blessing. That one promise said two years Leon himself had forgotten? Yeah, you still nag him about this so-promised cupcake).

Often, Leon was the type to keep pushing his fingers knuckle-deep into your hole, pretty lips wrapped tightly around your clit no matter how many times you came. No matter how much you squirm, whine or whimper, one of his hands is pinning your hip down while the other drags it's rough fingertips against your G-spot. His hips rut against the bed, a dark spot forming on his dark-gray sweats.

Chris was like Leon in a lot of ways, but differentiated at his loving. He wasn’t exactly one to show his soft side. That said, neither was Leon, but with a little alcohol and a soft hand against his back or head could open him up. Chris, however, was a different story in perhaps a different genre.

The man was a tactile person way more than a verbal one. Sure, whispered praises in his ear do make him feel loved, but there was nothing like your touch. Nothing like the feeling of your hands gliding against his sore muscles after a mission-gone-wrong; nothing like the feeling of your hand skimming across his shoulders as you pass, pressing a kiss to his temple if you weren't in a hurry. Sometimes, it wasn't even your physical form that brought him comfort. It was the laundry detergent that clung to your clothes, fading away within a day or two until you do laundry. It was the conditioner and hair products that sticks to your pillow case, always the strongest when you first get out of bed. It was your perfume that Chris always held you a little bit longer just to commit the scent to memory more than he already had.

Chris, still unlike Leon, is the type to aid. He’s there with a hand below your thigh, lifting your leg up so they don’t squeeze around Leon’s head. Gentle praise falls from his lips as his thick fingers dance along your chest. Occasionally he’d have to remind your hand to keep pumping his cock, quietly hissing as he moves his hips to press against your fingers.

They both trust you. They both love you. You’re a family, something they’ve both lost most of long, long ago.

[obsessive-valentine]

How would your oc’s react to a sick reader?

In sickness and in health

General hcs for some of the yanderes, where darling isn’t seriously sick just a fever or bug. Would love to expand on them if anyone’s interested in a certain scenario.

Barbarian - You woke up feeling awful and weirdly being carried by your ‘husband’ through the camp, it’s still early and very cold but he’s wrapped you up in a blanket. After he woke up and noticed you broke out in a sweat and unusually hot to the touch, he carries you to the camps medic before you have the chance to wake up and understand what’s going on. They prescribe somethings and foods that might move the sickness on quicker and he takes you back to the tent. He still has work to do around camp so he tucks you under the furs tight and stays with you as long as he can ;he works extra hard so he can come back sooner and keep a watch over you while you rest. If it were to get worse he’s stealing medicine from a village or stealing a doctor; holding him captive until your well and letting him go with his life if he succeeds.

Ice Hockey player - He was waiting outside to pick you up and drive you to school, but after his texts go unanswered or opened he knocks on your door. Your parent explains that you’re sick and will be staying home today, so he has to go to school without you and almost worries himself sick too -checking his phone constantly for any messages and counting down the time he has till he can leave and see you. Totally ditches hockey practice if he has one that day and goes straight for your house after picking up your favourite snacks of course. Just hangs around, lingers and worries over you till as late as he can and will sleep on the floor next to you if your parents let him stay the night.

Changeling husband - Stresses the fuck out of this ‘man’. He’s never had to deal with something like this, he can’t get sick in that way and wasn’t interacted in learning about humans so deeply until you came along. So when he woke up to you coughing he falters for a moment, unsure what to do he just rubs your back until the fit is over. He tries to question you, ‘what can he do?’ ‘Why?’ ‘Are you okay?’ But you shrug him off saying is just a common cold, a bit confused whys he’s confused and worried about a seasonal sickness. When you get back to sleep he slips out of bed to sit in the living room with a computer and research remedies and comforts. Puts them all to use in the morning. He’s a bit strict -making sure you don’t make any unnecessary moves but it’s out of concern and love. This also means he’s doing everything for you, even cooking, which he isn’t good at but he’s trying ❤️

Ex-Military-Man - You gotten sick the day before and stayed over at his place so he could take care of you, he insisted because he ‘wouldn’t sleep well knowing how hopeless you are at taking care of yourself’. You wake up to him talking quietly on his phone, when the call ends he explains he’s called out sick of work for you, not giving you a say. He also calls out of any odd job he had booked -and you both spend a peaceful day mostly in bed but then you move to the sofa while he cooks whatever you wish. One of the less worried ones, he just wants to keep an eye on you and make sure you’re not pushing yourself.

Platonic Mad-Scientist - You were meant to be asleep but he could hear from his office that you were still awake, because you were coughing, he thought maybe it was a tickle in your throat so he left you alone but when it got worse he rushed to your room. “What’s going on, you were meant to be asleep a hour ago?” He kept his voice quiet and switched on the nightlight. You explained you couldn’t sleep and didn’t feel well. And after failing to get you to sleep himself by giving you cough medicine, reading you a book, turning on one of the contraptions that he’d made that never failed to get you to sleep before. He gives in and wraps you up in a blanket and takes you downstairs, letting you stay up past your bedtime and watch tv with him for as long as it takes till you fall asleep. He made you, literally, so he knows how to get you feeling better as fast and efficiently as possible, but for now you need to rest.

Farmers darling sick from heat-stroke

Classic Yanderes Darling sick

[veltana]

Mafia AU prequels - Bucky's break-up

✦ Pairing: Stucky/Fem!Reader ✦ Word count: ~1.7k ✦ Rating: Mature ✦ Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, mild swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol consumption, lots of fluff and feels, platonic cuddling, sharing a bed, Bucky is a dramatic drunk, unrequited love/crush, mention of loki/reader. ✦ Summary: The thing with roommates is that you will hear them during sex occasionally, it can’t be avoided with thin walls in an old building. But since that Wednesday Bucky never once slept alone and the rest of the time he was hardly in the apartment. ✦ Note: This is a prequel to No one as sweet as you set while they were living together in college, which focuses on their growing relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend. You don't need to read No one as sweet as you to get this but I recommend it. (Also posted on AO3)

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Bucky and Dot broke up on a Wednesday around lunch. On Wednesday night Bucky had a new girl in his bed and you and Steve shrugged, put on your headphones, and waited for it to blow over.

The thing with roommates is that you will hear them during sex occasionally, it can’t be avoided with thin walls in an old building. But since that Wednesday Bucky never once slept alone and the rest of the time he was hardly in the apartment.

With your room right in between Steve and Bucky’s, you took the brunt of the sounds and on Friday morning you decided to take shelter in Steve’s room because the girl was a screamer and you had barely slept for two days.

Now it’s Tuesday, around one am and both Steve and you are awake, listening to the moans and sounds making their way through your room and into Steve’s.

"How does he even do it?" Steve sounds a little amazed as you both lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. "Drugs?" you ask. "Honestly, it has to be, how else is he going at it all the time like that?" "Maybe they're all faking it?" you suggest.

"I've never heard anyone complain about him," Steve shrugs. "But I mean statistically he can’t get it right for everyone every time." "If he does, he is one of a kind," you decide. "Tempted to go for a ride?" You hear the smile in Steve's voice without even looking. "No, not really," you grimace. "We should do something, I’m not sure it’s healthy anymore."

"Yeah I know, Sweets, but if I try and grab him like he did with me when I was sad about Peggy he is probably going to punch me," Steve sounds concerned too.

Sweets, that dorky nickname they both have decided to call you because you happen to like all things sweet. Somehow it had stuck, even though you protested. "I can try and talk to him," you pause before continuing. "If he is ever alone again."

Suddenly the front door slams and you realize that the sounds have stopped. Sharing a look both of you rush out of bed, finding Bucky in the kitchen, downing a gallon of juice.

"Want some?" He holds it out when he sees you. The smell of alcohol on his breath is strong, even when you’re a few feet away, pulling out a chair to sit down across from where he’s standing. "No thank you," you answer while Steve leans against the fridge. "So, who was that?" you ask.

Bucky shrugs. "Don't know, met her at a bar." "Are you using protection?" Steve asks with a raised eyebrow. Bucky straightens up, putting the open juice jug down hard on the counter, making liquid slosh out, looking at Steve with black eyes that you’ve never seen before.

"Of course I am, do you think I'm fucking dumb or somethin'," he snarls. Bucky tends to be a little dramatic when he's drunk. In an effort to calm him down you reach out to him. "Hey, Bucky, it's okay, he wasn't-" The moment your fingers touch his arm, he turns and moves his hand. "Don't fucking touch me," he says and the palm of his hand connects with your underarm.

Out of surprise and not because it hurts, you yelp and look up at Bucky, a little confused because he’s never reacted like that before. He stares back at you with horrified eyes, realization dawning on him. Slowly, without another word, he backs away and hurries over to his room, slamming the door behind him like a teenager in a fit.

Steve moves forward and grabs your arm, turning it over to see if you’re hurt. "What the fuck is wrong with him," he murmurs. "It's nothing, I was just surprised," you shrug. "I've hurt myself worse by bumping into tables." "That is no fucking excuse." Steve lets go and starts towards Bucky's door. Before he can knock, Bucky opens it with a bag over his shoulder. He's changed into new clothes and his cap is pulled down low over his eyes.

Steve blocks the doorway and crosses his arms, asking "Where the fuck are you going?" "Heading out, move," Bucky mumbles and tries to duck past Steve but the other won't let him. "The fuck your not, you're gonna stay here and face whatever it is that you’re feeling," Steve's voice is laced with restrained anger. "And you're gonna apologize to Sweets."

You’re about to protest that you're not really hurt, but Steve shoots a look over his shoulder and you clamp your mouth shut. "We understand that you're sad about Dot," Steve is softer now and he leans on the doorframe, giving Bucky a way out but he doesn't take it, he just stands there, looking at the ground.

"You don't understand shit, Steve," Bucky mutter. "Have you even cried?" Steve asks and that makes Bucky’s head snap up, his mouth a thin line. "Real men don't fucking cry," he hisses. They stare at each other for a long while, then Steve points to you. "Can real men apologize when they're being a fucking ass?" Steve asks with poorly hidden disdain.

This is a sore spot for both of them and has been the grounds for arguments before. Bucky has some views on what it means to be a man that neither Steve nor you share. It has gotten better over the years according to Steve but you have not seen Bucky cry once, not to sad movies or when he’s been injured, or even had his heart broken. It's concerning, but maybe you and Steve can help him with that one day.

The bag lands on the floor with a thump and he walks past Steve to where you're sitting on the chair. Without a word he gets down on his knees in front of you and gently grabs your arm, pressing his lips against your skin murmuring "I'm sorry," repeatedly.

Steve has turned to look at you and you meet his eyes that are still hard and annoyed. You use your free hand to remove the cap and run your fingers through Bucky's hair, whispering, "It's okay."

When you do, Bucky stiffens and stops moving for a moment, then he lets go of your arm and buries his face in your pajama-clad lap, his voice trembling when he says, "I'll move out, I swear. I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Sweets! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I love you so much."

Steve softens immediately and pushes off the door to settle on the floor beside him, rubbing his back. “No need for that Buck,” he says softly and you echo him. “I don’t want you to leave Bucky,” you grab one of his hands and gently press a kiss to the top of it before placing it back again.

After several minutes of silence, Bucky asks angrily into your legs, "Why the fuck does it have to hurt this much.” "I don't know," you answer truthfully. "I wish I never met her, never fucked her, never fucking loved her,” Bucky continues. "No, you don't," Steve argues. "I know it might feel like you will never be happy again but it will get better." Bucky lifts his head and Steve cups his face and brushes his cheeks, even though there are no tears there.

"We love you, and we will help you with anything you need," you promise. Bucky nods and lays his head down against your legs again with Steve's hand still on his cheek.

Eventually, Steve stands up and Bucky looks at him a little worried. "Not leaving, just gonna get another blanket for the bed," he reassures him. While Steve is gone Bucky says, "I'm sorry I hurt you, I love you, Sweets, more than you could ever know." And you smile because even though you know he’s exaggerating, it’s still nice to hear him say it. "I know Bucky, I know," you whisper.

When Steve comes back he pulls Bucky to his feet and guides him into the bedroom. You check the front door before turning all the lights out, then padding over to Steve's room too. They're cuddled together, Bucky's head pressed into Steve's shoulder and you move to slide in behind Bucky, but he grabs you around the waist and pulls you down between them. It makes you giggle and there is a weak smile answering on Bucky's face before you all settle in.

There is not even a light bruise left behind on your arm the next day, but you've never seen Bucky so remorseful. In the following weeks, he accompanies you around to classes, carries your stuff, and has sworn off drinking. Both you and Steve are skeptical because Bucky is famous for his partying but in the months that follow he often goes out but always comes home sober.

One day when you're having lunch at home together on the couch, you ask him about it.

First, he puts his food down before taking hold of your utensils and placing them on the table. Then he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, hugging you so tightly you can hardly breathe.

"I never want to put you in that situation again," he explains. "What if I get angry and do something worse, to you, or Steve, or anyone else." Hugging him back as best you can you say "Maybe you should talk to a professional about it?" "I'm on a waiting list," he replies.

You cuddle into him, really trying to show him that you mean it when you say, "Bucky I'm not afraid of you, I know you didn't mean to hurt me." "Don't make excuses for me," he says and picks up a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.

The moment is cut off by your phone chiming and you wiggle out of his hold. When you pull it out a smile splits your face. "Have to go," you grab another spoonful of fried rice then get up. "Who was that?" Bucky asks.

Since you’re halfway to the door you don't pick up on his tone. "Just someone I've been seeing," "What's his name?" "Loki, he's from Europe!" You turn around with a smile and throw him a kiss before you're out the door.

Bucky feels his heart break, again, only this time he has no excuse to be sad about it because you aren't his.

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can you do ben hargreeves x !PLATONIC child reader. Where they are both siblings and ben literally takes care of her and being overprotective and promises her he’ll adopt her someday and just a cute sibling moment (season 4??) 🥹🥹

safe haven

this is so adorable oh my godddd :,) thank you for the amazing request i was so excited to write this!! i currently have covid so this cheered me up lol

tags: older brother!ben, fluff :)

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Ben Hargreeves wasn’t known for being overly sentimental, but when it came to you, his younger sibling, he had a side that was both protective and affectionate. The family never really had a calm moment in their lives, but today was a rare moment of normalcy.

You were Ben’s little sister and you spent the majority of your time with him. Today, the two of you were baking cookies while the family was out doing some dangerous yet pointless mission.

You stood on a stool in the kitchen, mixing ingredients and following his instruction. The kitchen was filled with the smell of baking ingredients. Ben was supervising, making sure everything went smoothly.

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“Alright, the cookies are almost ready,” Ben said, checking the oven. “Let’s get them out.”

You were excited and took the oven mitts from Ben, excited to take the cookies out of the oven yourself. “I can do it!”

Ben hesitated but nodded, handing you the mitts. “Just be careful. The oven is really hot.”

With determination, you opened the oven door and reached inside. The heat was intense, and as you pulled out the tray, your hand slipped slightly, causing you to brush against the edge of the oven. A sharp sting made you yelp, and you quickly pulled your hand back, almost dropping the tray.

Ben’s reaction was immediate. He rushed over, his face full of concern. “Whoa! Let me handle it.”

He took the tray from you, setting it safely on the counter. Then he gently guided you away from the hot oven. “Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?”

You held up your hand, which was red and starting to feel sore. “I think I did. It hurts a bit.”

Ben’s expression softened with worry. “Let’s get some cold water on it. It’ll help with the pain.”

He led you to the sink, where he ran cool water over your hand, his touch gentle and careful. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop you. I just wanted you to feel like you could help.”

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to smile through the discomfort. “I wanted to do it. I should have been more careful.”

Ben dried your hand with a towel and gave you a reassuring smile. “Well, you did a great job with the cookies, despite the little mishap. I’m proud of you”

He carefully placed the cookies on a cooling rack, then fetched two plates and sat them at the kitchen table. Ben watched you with a smile, clearly relieved that you were okay.

“I’m so glad you’re my brother, Ben. I love you so much!”

You were unaware of most everything that occurred. Ben protected you from the evil of the world and the family and he was relived to know you felt safe with him. What Ben didn’t know is you knew things in the family were rough and it was taking a toll on you.

You finished your cookies, feeling content and safe. Ben’s protective nature might have seemed overbearing at times, but in moments like these, it was a reminder of how much he cared.

As you both cleaned up, Ben ruffled your hair gently. “Next time, let me handle the hot stuff, okay?”

You nodded, smiling up at him. “Okay, thanks for taking care of me, Ben.”

He took a deep breath. “One day we won’t have to be here anymore, okay?” Ben looked at you with eyes of sadness and hope. “One day I’ll adopt you and we can have days like this all the time. No more living in danger or fighting with the family, just you and I.”

“I’d really like that,” you leaned into him and hugged him tightly, his arms wrapping you up and giving you both the sense of security you searched for your entire lives.

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

Hands to Myself || Part 1

Plot: After being introduced to Harrison by your best friend, Tom Holland, the two of you form a practically inseparable bond that quickly goes from friendship to an unexpected one-night-stand. You both choose to keep it a secret, but you sure as hell won’t be keeping your hands off of each other anytime soon.

Pairing: Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: smut, swearing

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Imagine this. You wake up in your best friend’s bed with no clothes on and 30 texts on your phone from your other friends asking where you went during the party, concerned that something might have happened to you.

Well, that’s how this story started. I was working as a sound and light technician on a film in London when I met Tom Holland. We became good friends. He then introduced me to Zendaya, who was more of a sister to me now. Much later on in the friendship he told me he wanted me to meet his best friend. That’s how I met Harrison.

It was an almost instant connection. We liked all the same things and had the same sense of humor. Within hours, I felt like I had known him for years. Our friendship only grew over the coming months. Texting late into the night and spending days together in our free time became the norm for us. It was nice to have someone I could be myself around, my whole self.

My friends and co-workers began to take notice of how much time I spent with him, questioning what was going on between us. I told them that although I found him extremely attractive, we were just friends, nothing more between us. It was completely platonic and that wasn’t a lie. But things quickly changed.

On the night of the movie premiere the cast, the crew, fellow celebrities and influencers, and their friends and family, met at the local club for a huge party to celebrate the premiere. We spent the night dancing and having the time of our lives. I don’t partake in alcohol, I don’t need it to have fun. Surprisingly, most of us weren’t drinking that much that night anyway. Some people were tipsy but not drunk.

During one point in the night, I had been dancing with Tom, Zendaya, and Harrison. Tom and Zendaya took a break to get a snack, leaving just me and Harrison together. We continued dancing together, sandwiched inside the huge crowd. I soon realized how close we had gotten to each other and got a shiver up my spine when I felt his hand on the small of my back to pull me closer. The back of my dress was cut super low in the back, so he was just touching my skin.

I didn’t exactly know what was happening between us in the moment but I didn’t put too much thought into it since I was hypnotized by his bright blue eyes and the way his body felt swaying against mine. The tension in the air between us was thick, so thick in fact that I wondered if the people around us could feel it too, but nobody really seemed to notice. At one point he leaned down and whispered in my ear asking if I wanted to leave early with him and with the way he was making me feel I sure as hell wasn’t say no.

We snuck out quickly before anyone could see and got a cab back to the hotel. As soon as we got into the elevator and those doors closed, his lips were on mine. It was addicting, he was like a drug I didn’t know I needed. It would sound crazy to most people that someone who claims their relationship is strictly platonic would be furiously locking lips with their supposed best friend in an elevator, on the way to hook up in a hotel room when they should be at a party, but at the time I don’t think either of us cared.

When the doors opened, we had to force ourselves to pull away. We walked down the hallway to his room, quickly unlocking the door with the key-card, and stumbling into the room as I pressed my lips to his again. The door slammed behind us and after that….well…..you can probably guess what happened next.

When we woke up the next morning I had tons of texts from concerned friends asking where I was and why I wasn’t answering. I simply lied and said I was so tired that I left the party early and promptly went to bed as soon as I got to the hotel. They didn’t have to know that it was Harrison’s bed and that we didn’t actually sleep. At that moment, Harrison and I agreed to keep the whole thing our own dirty little secret.

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It’s been a few months since then and not much has changed, other than the fact that it’s hard to keep our hands off each other. I spend most weekends at Harrison’s flat, sometimes even during the week.

This morning I woke up to remember that last night was one of those nights. I had met Harrison and a few friends for dinner and after our meal we couldn’t help ourselves. It was like some kind of magnetic pull towards each other. It wasn’t toxic, it wasn’t manipulative. In no way was it unhealthy, we were just kind of addicted to each other in the healthiest way possible.

I rolled over, hitching my leg up over his hip and resting my head on his bare chest.

“Morning baby girl” I heard him say in his raspy morning voice.

I smiled up at him “morning”

“You want some breakfast?”

I looked at him raising an eyebrow “do you even need to ask me that?”

He chuckled and sat up in bed, knowing damn well I’d be hungry. He pulled on his jeans and tossed me his tshirt to wear. I pulled on my panties and his shirt then followed him down to the kitchen.

It had become a routine that every time I spent the night he’d make pancakes in the morning. I sat on the counter and watched him prepare breakfast, my eyes glued to his toned back muscles on full display since he hadn’t put a shirt on.

Over the past few months I had been feeling different about him, and I knew he felt the same for me since we had talked about it several times. We really liked each other, but decided to keep the affair a secret until we decided whether or not to make it official. For now it was basically a friends-with-benefits, for lack of a better term. The only difference is that we actually had feelings that went way deeper than just lust.

We never showed it in public or around friends, but when we were alone there was that burning desire to be close to each other. I often had to fight the urge to touch him when it wasn’t just the two of us, and dammit was it hard to do. I was even struggling to do that while watching him make breakfast. The only thing holding me back was the fact that I was starving and I knew if I touched him now we’d end up back in the bedroom instead of eating.

Eventually we sat down at the table to eat and put the dishes in the dishwasher afterwards. No sooner did I start the wash cycle and Harrison had lifted me up onto the counter, his lips trailing kisses up and down both sides of my neck.

“Mmm” was the only thing that came out of my mouth in a pleasured hum.

“Do you have plans for today?” He asked me, still kissing my neck.

“Yeah, but none of them involve leaving this flat” I said giggling softly.

“Good”

He lifted me off the counter and gently pushed me against the wall kissing me hard. I wrapped my leg around his waist to pull him closer. He pressed his body against mine, holding onto my hips as our lips molded together.

Eventually he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me back into his bedroom where he laid me down on the bed, hovering above me as he kissed me harder. He only pulled away to take off the shirt of his that I was wearing, as well as his jeans. I wasn’t wearing a bra so at the moment I only full display for him.

Before he could resume his position above me I was already pulling him down on top of me, craving his lips against mine, and the feeling of his bare skin. I could hear a soft moan emerge from his throat as I allowed my hands to roam his toned chest and abs, which only made me want him more and he knew it.

Before I could initiate anything I felt his hands trail down to my panties and pull them to the side. He started to rub my clit slowly. I started to breathe a bit heavier as he picked up the pace, eventually plunging two finger inside me. I was already dripping so his foreplay was pointless, but I enjoyed it nonetheless, well sorta, I was kinda impatient.

“Mmm, no more teasing” I said arching my back a bit.

He chuckled and pulled his fingers out. He pulled off my panties then proceeded to take his boxers off. As I watched him line himself up to me I could practically feel him in me already. But that wasn’t anything like the real thing. Finally I felt him plunge into me and let out a small moan, my moans only getting louder as he picked up the pace.

I was so focused on the feeling of him that when I heard my phone go off, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He slowed down and I looked up at him. “It might be work” I said.

He pulled out of me and I reached over to answer. It was just a friend.

“Hello……no I’m busy today…..yeah, I’m out of town, visiting my sister….I will…..okay, bye.” I said, before hanging up and looking over at Harrison. “It was just Rachel, she wanted to go shopping”

I took a deep sigh of relief. Lying to my friends about where I was and what I was doing was still so hard. I desperately wanted to tell them that Harrison and I were in an unofficial relationship, mostly just sleeping with each other, but I couldn’t. But at the same time, it was our little secret and it was exciting to be carrying that around.

I eventually pulled away from my train of thought and looked back over at Harrison. He was lounging against the bed frame so I moved over to him and straddled his lap, smirking at him. “Where were we?”

He smirked and pulled me closer to him kissing me passionately “it’s kinda hot when you lie about where you are” he said with a soft breathy moan.

I giggled “I’m glad you think so, I’d rather be here anyway” I said as I started to grind on his lap. I couldn’t wait another second so I lined his tip up with my center and slid down on him quickly. Clearly he wasn’t expecting it.

“Fuck {y/n}!” He moaned out as I started riding him quickly, bouncing hard.

“Mmm, you like that?” I moaned as I continued going. I wasn’t always very dominate over him, but when I was it drove him crazy.

I continued riding him until he couldn’t take it anymore and took control again. He flipped us over and thrusted deep into me, causing me to moan loudly “oh fuck, fuck yes!”

He pinned my hands above my head and kept going. I gripped his hands tightly, arching my back as I could feel every single thrust, every inch of him inside me. When we weren’t together, I could still feel him inside me, that’s how good the sex was, and that kept me coming back to him every time, even if I knew it was risky to continue this little affair. After all, he was my best friend and who knew how this would affect our friendship in the end. But at the moment I didn’t care, I had him right where I wanted him and he had me.

At some point during our session he bottomed out so deep inside me that we both moaned so loud we thought we’d shatter the windows. He continued to hit the same spot repeatedly and I could feel myself squeezing him tightly.

“I’m close babygirl” he moaned loudly.

“Me too! Don’t stop!” I said grinding on him as he continued.

Eventually I hit my climax and he did a moment or two later. He rode out our highs then kissed my forehead before laying down beside me so we could catch our breath.

I rolled over to cuddle up into his side as I kissed him on the cheek. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was only 9:45 am. We still had the whole day ahead of us. I had absolutely no intentions of leaving Harrison’s flat, in fact, I might even be staying another night.

To be continued….