#crying bc i finished a reply for one

[caelanglang]

chuuya will go insane seeing dazai cry? zamn would pay to see that lmaoo

hi, i kinda went insane thinking and drawing about this one.

a continuation of the drunk fem!dazai post !

mini bonus:

update: now with extra here ~

[la-florecita]

i miss her so much…

[icyfox17]

More random 911 snippets:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BUCK DIED?!?!

SPRUCE!!!!!!!!

HE GOT STRUCK BY LIGHTNING AND DIED FOR LIKE 3 MINS AND SMTH SECONDS AND THEN WAS IN A COMA FOR AWHILE BEFORE WAKING UP N STUFF ITS CRAAAAZYYY

[harrysfolklore]

I DESPERATELY NEED THEM PIASTRI FICS 💳💳💥

FIRST OSCAR FIC 🥺 i know this concept has been done before but i loved how this one turned out and i hope you do too ! lmk your thoughts

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram GUTS has been out for a week !! what’s yalls favorite song? 🤧

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ynfan1 DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE

mtv definitely get him back!

ynfan2 choosing a favorite guts song is like choosing a favorite child

dualipa STUNNING ANGEL 🤩

oscarfan1 can oscar reply to this i want to know his favorite song

↳ oscarfan2 wbk he has this album on repeat

chappelroan lacy oh lacy 😩

oscarpiastri Love is embarrassing or logical

↳ oscarfan1 THERE YOU HAVE IT

↳ oscarfan2 whatever you do don’t picture oscar singing love is embarrassing like a teenage girl

↳ ynfan1 crying bc i bet yn has no idea of who he is

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oscarpiastri F1 race winner has a nice ring to it 🧡

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oscarfan1 FINALLYYY MY WINNER

landonorris Congrats mate ! Deserve it 👊

↳ oscarfan2 LOMLS

mclaren YES, YES IT DOES! 👏 So good today, Oscar. 🧡

longansargeant So proud of you mate 🙌

oscarfan3 do you think his crush will acknowledge his existence now that he’s a winner?

↳ oscarfan1 wait who’s his crush im out of the loop

↳ oscarfan3 singer and actress yn lol

↳ ynfan1 i love this lore so much

//

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yourinstagram tickets for the GUTS tour are on sale now who’s cominggggg🥶

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ynfan1 LETS GOOO

chappelroan i can’t wait for thissss💜

ynfan2 tour of the decade already

mtv pop princess is coming

oscarfan1 do you think oscar woke up for the fan pre sale and got into the queue and all

↳ oscarfan2 you BET

oscarpiastri Count me in ♥︎ by author

↳ oscarfan1 HEEEEELP

↳ ynfan1 yn liked his comment 😭

↳ oscarfan2 somebody check on oscar please

//

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oscarpiastri Days off 🌊

view all 7,238 comments

oscarfan1 this is the hottest man alive

mclaren 🙌

oscarfan2 not him posting this right after yn followed him 😭 we know what you’re doing sir

ynfan1 yn likeddd

↳ ynfan2 i love how both fandoms are rooting for them now

landonorris Looks dope 👊

yourinstagram niiiiceeee 😃

↳ ynfan1 HELLO????

↳ oscarfan1 now he’s for real going to pass out

↳ oscarfan2 i bet he’s staring at his phone wondering if this is real or if she was hacked

↳ ynfan2 i know this woman SHES FLIRTING

↳ ynfan3 come on girl give him a chance

four months later

//

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f1gossip Oscar Piastri with singer and actress YN in Los Angeles today 👀

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oscarfan1 OMFG

oscarfan2 no way…

ynfan1 YALL, HE GOT IT

oscarfan3 i cannot believe my eyes, oscar has been simping over her on the internet since 2020 and how we have THIS

ynfan2 i really need to know how did this happen

oscarfan4 okay but THEIR SMILES !!!!

ynfan3 finally a guy who’s not a loser and/or an old ass

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yourinstagram pastry boy clearly didn’t wait until i finished sneezing to take this picture 🤧

view all 17,826 comments

ynfan1 IS SHE TALKING ABOUT OSCAR??

oscarfan1 PASTRY BOY AS IN OSCAR PIASTRI ?

conangray love me a soft launch 🧐

↳ ynfan1 OMFGGGGGG

ynfan2 i can’t believe she’s potentially dating someone her age and with a job FINALLY

oscarfan2 oscar is proof that persistence is key and manifestation works

landonorris Typical pastry fashion

↳ yourinstagram idk how you deal with him all the time

↳ oscarfan1 ALSJAO THIS IS TOO MUCH

↳ oscarfan2 i need her to befriend the entire grid ASAP

oscarpiastri But it made it to your Instagram, so you’re welcome

↳ yourinstagram well thank you you’re very humble

↳ oscarpiastri Anytime 🤍

↳ oscarfan1 I’VE DIED DEAD

↳ ynfan1 stop flirting in front of us HELLO?

after the date

//

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yourinstagram the GUTS tour takes tokyo today !!! this is going to be one of the most special shows ever 🥺

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ynfan1 AHHHH

ynfan2 huuuhh is she planning something ??

conangray that’s my best friend 😍

oscarfan1 oscar dating a popstar is the best thing ever look at herrr

landonorris Can’t wait 🙌🏻

↳ landofan1 HUHHH?

↳ oscarfan1 is he going ?? WITH OSCAR ??

sabrinacarpenter 💗💗💗

oscarpiastri Please sing deja vu tonight

↳ yourinstagram you got it

↳ oscarfan1 AH I CANT BELIEVE WE MIGHT HAVE OSCAR (AND LANDO??) ATTENDING HER SHOW

//

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oscarpiastri I had the best time ever in Tokyo 🙌🏻

view all 8,626 comments

oscarfan1 BABYYY

oscarfan2 i love him so bad

mclaren 🧡

ynfan1 oh we know why he had the best time

logansargeant Little boy in love

↳ oscarfan1 HWEEELP ME

landonorris Why are you posing like a five year old?

↳ landofan1 HEEEEEELP ME

↳ oscarfan1 i love them bad

↳ yourinstagram I SAID THE SAME THING !!

↳ ynfan1 man i love this

yourinstagram no picture credits ? really ?

↳ ynfan2 AHHH

↳ oscarpiastri 📸 credits to Miss America

↳ oscarfan3 WHY AM I CRYING

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yourinstagram night version. 📸 by vroom vroom guy

view all 17,836 comments

ynfan1 OMFG???

oscarfan1 VROOM VROOM GUY?

mtv 🏎️ & 🎤 together was the best thing that happened to us

ynfan2 it’s actually so refreshing to see her dating someone her age who she can have fun with and not some pretentious old ass man who mansplains her

landonorris My children 🫶🏻

↳ landofan1 lando is the biggest shooter for this relationship

oscarfan2 oscar really bagged his biggest crush by being on her comments all the time that’s persistence

alexandrasaintmleux Belleeee 💕

↳ yourinstagram aleeeex i loved hanging out with you let's go out without the boys soon

↳ charlesfan1 LET ME IIIINNN

ynfan3 and when yn writes a song for him

logansargeant I can’t wait to meet you!

↳ yourinstagram pastry is sooo wrong for not introducing us yet

↳ oscarfan1 oscar wdym you haven’t introduced your gf to your best friend

oscarpiastri 😍

↳ oscarfan1 OSCCCC

↳ ynfan1 he’s down bad i get him

//

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ynupdates YN and Oscar out and about tonight !

view all 3,022 comments

ynfan1 OH LOOOORD

oscarfan1 I CANTTT

ynfan2 i can’t stress how good it is that she’s dating someone her age enough

oscarfan2 KING OF MANIFESTATION

ynfan3 i mean we already knew they were together but seeing them with all this pda is so cuuuuute

oscarfan3 IM SO JEALOUS

liked by oscarpiastri, troyesivan and 2,965,278 others

yourinstagram 5 new tunes for ya !!!! GUTS (spilled) out friday!!!

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ynfan1 WTFFF I DIDNT SEE THIS COMING

ynfan2 CLAIMING SO AMERICAN

dualipa YEEES ❤️‍🔥

oscarfan1 i’m pretty sure there’s an oscar song there i just KNOW IT

ynfan3 more angsty breakup songs IM READY

landonorris 🙌🙌🙌🙌

oscarfan2 ready for oscar to annoy lando with those on repeat

mclaren We can’t wait to hear all of them 🧡

↳ oscarfan1 MCLAREN INTERN ARE YOU OKAY?

↳ ynfan1 she’s the people’s princess

oscarpiastri I can confirm those songs are amazing

↳ ynfan1 he already heard them IM SO JEALOUS

↳ oscarfan2 spill the tea are any of those about you

//

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oscarpiastri I laugh at all her jokes and I say she’s so American. So I might just be in lo-lo-lo-love 🧡

view all 9,725 comments

oscarfan1 LAJSIAHAUAB

oscarfan2 I 😭 CANT 😭 BELIEVE 😭 THIS

ynfan1 she’s wearing a friendship bracelet for him MY HEART

charles_leclerc I’m happy for you, son ❤️

↳ charlesfan1 CHARRRR

ynfan2 this is so cute i can’t also when did that sneaky shit go to his race

ynfan3 YN LOVER ERA YN SIMP ERA YN WAG ERA

oscarfan3 long story short: never give up on your celebrity crush

logansargeant ❤️❤️

landonorris Young love, so adorable

ynfan4 THE LYRICS REFERENCE

francisca.cgomes 🥺🥺🥺

↳ ynfan1 she’s already so loved by the wags

yourinstagram love youuuu, pastry 🤧

↳ ynfan2 i love all the nicknames he uses for him

↳ oscarfan1 pastry, vroom vroom boy. she’s just so romantic

[norrisainz33]

Summer to Remember | MV33

☆ summary: in which Max surprises you during summer break 💍

☆ pairing: max verstappen x reader

☆ fc: none, pics from pinterest

☆ warnings: ever so slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume.

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yourusername made a post

liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris, redbullracing and 204,375 others

yourusername: strong first half of the season for my maxie! now its time to relax 🫶🏻🌊☀️

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user1: if you guys need another cat i can meow

user2: how he bagged such a baddie will always be beyond me

maxverstappen1: beach baby

yourusername: 🏝️🌊☀️

redbullracing: going to miss you for a couple weeks y/n!

yourusername: i’ll miss you too admin but dw ill dm you updates

redbullracing: 🫶🏻 my queen

user2: even the rbr admin is obsessed with her and honestly i get it

maxverstappen1 added to his private story

view story replies

danielricciardo: STAY CALM EVERYBODY STAY CALM YOU KNOW THE PROCEDURE

maxverstappen1: at least one of us is staying calm

danielricciardo: i’m so excited i could explode

landonorris: LETS GOOOOOOOOO

charlesleclerc: alex and i expect a call with updates directly after

maxverstappen1: don’t worry, i’m sure she’ll call alex before i’ve even finished asking her

martingarrix: ohhh it’s finally happening 🥹

yourusername made a post

liked by maxverstappen1, alexandrasaintmleux, iamrebeccad, alex_albon, and 486,780 others

yourusername: i don’t think im ever going to leave this place 😫

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oscarpiastri: lily will miss you too much if you don’t come home

yourusername: you make a good point

maxverstappen1: you don’t have to leave, i told you we could get a condo here

yourusername: ok mr solves all my problems

user3: making my partner take notes

user4: nah bc wtf where’s my man who just offers to buy me a second house

user5: i’m sleeping on the highway

bestie: if you need company i’d happily visit 😉

maxverstappen1 added to his private story

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landonorris: the suspense is killing me can’t you do it right now

maxverstappen1: patience lando!

danielricciardo: i have a countdown set on my phone. 23 hours, 6 minutes and 23 seconds left!

maxverstappen1: danny 😂

schecoperez: so excited for you mi amigo

maxverstappen1: 💙

maxverstappen1 added to his private story

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danielricciardo: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

alexandrasaintmleux: she looks so beautiful in white 🤍

charlesleclerc: good luck mate

landonorris: facetime me in rn

oscarpiastri: lily and i are sending our best 🧡

georgerussell63: go get that girl 💙

maxverstappen1 made a post

liked by yourusername, danielricciardo, charlesleclerc, redbullracing, and 1,344,234 others

maxverstappen1: she said yes! y/n thank you for completing me, supporting me and loving me. i don’t think i ever truly knew what love was until you came along. i can’t wait to make you my wife 🤍

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user12: who is cutting onions

user14: not me sobbing over an instragram post

schecoperez: unbelievably happy for you both

landonorris: successfully did not spill the beans!

maxverstappen1: i know that was hard for you. thanks for keeping the secret and for helping me plan 😉

yourusername: i’ll always be your biggest fan. i love you to the moon and back my fiancé 💙

maxverstappen1: fiancé has a nice ring to it

danielricciardo: i love you both so much this is everything and more

yourusername: we love you more danny

danielricciardo: NOT POSSIBLE

maxverstappen1: couldn’t have done it without you mate

charlesleclerc: leo has agreed to be the ring bearer 💍

yourusername: that is the best news

user17: LEO IN THE WEDDNG?! STOPPPP

user18: this is going to be the wedding of the century

user19: seeing max happy makes me so happy

yourusername has made a post

liked by maxverstappen1, bestie, alexandrasaintmleux, redbullracing, and 454,789 others

yourusername: I AM GOING TO BE A WIFE!! the easiest yes i’ve ever said! I can’t even begin to explain how much i love you max, these past few years with you have been nothing short of a dream come true. i can’t wait to be your mrs. verstappen 🤍

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user22: i just fell to my knees in this walmart parking lot

maxverstappen1: i’ll love you to the end of time mrs. verstappen

yourusername: promise?

maxverstappen1: promise

georgerussell63: finally!!

charlesleclerc: i am so happy for you both - congratulations 💙

user16: this is my version of the royal wedding

alexandrasaintmleux: you are going to make the most beautiful bride 🫶🏻

yourusername: and you’re going to make the most beautiful maid of honor 🤍

user33: so true love does exist huh

redbullracing: is it too early to talk about making the next world champion

user24: AINT NO WAY LMFAO

user23: admin said get to work

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☆ a/n: hope you enjoyed!! likes and reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

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© norrisainz33: please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[nenemura]

PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY — (nrk x reader)

summary : your boyfriend helps you overcoming your insecurities.

cw : bf!riki x fem!reader, insecurities, kisses.

wc : 1k.

nene’s note : wrote this bc i don’t feel good w myself AND bc i can’t find the motivation to finish the longer ones, please bear w me xoxo

you tried so hard to look pretty.

you went to the beauty salon every month, you didn’t necessarily follow the trends, but still you tried to dress fashionably, you learned how to do your makeup.

but it wasn’t enough.

you looked in the mirror and couldn’t see all the work you’d put in being pretty. sure, you didn’t fit the beauty standards and you wouldn’t say you were ugly — it just wasn’t enough. boys never really looked at you and in your friend group you never were “the attractive one”. you still managed to find a boyfriend, riki. he was nothing but good to you, always telling you how stunning you were, making you feel loved and all. but you couldn’t believe him. you never really understood why someone like him — hot, talented and confident — would like someone like you.

you cried every night because of the way you looked. you wished you could see yourself and be able to say “wow, she’s beautiful”. you wished you could believe what riki told you.

that night wasn’t that different.

your face was buried deep in your pillow, muffling the quiet sobs escaping your lips as tears rolled down your cheeks, staining the pillowcase. you were just waiting to cry yourself to sleep and pretend everything was good the day after, when you heard a knock on your window. you looked up, startled by the sudden sound, just to find riki waving at you and signaling to open up so he could get in.

you quickly stood up and rushed to the window, letting him inside. you didn’t dare to look at him — not with your tear-stained face. you didn’t want him to worry, though you knew he’d notice.

“i missed you, so i thought i could drop by and—” he started, but his voice trailed off as he took in your red, swollen eyes and the way you looked away from him. “hey, hey,” he said softly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “what’s wrong?”

the gentleness in his voice made you burst out crying again, this time full-on sobbing into his shirt which you were sure to stain. his heart broke, hearing you crying like that, but he didn’t ask any questions, knowing that you’d talk when you were ready. he just held you tighter. “it’s okay,” he whispered to your temple. “i’m here, hm?”

you looked up at him, finding his gaze already on you, eyes filled with worry. “why do you like me?” you blurted out, causing his brow to furrow. “what do you mean?” he asked, his voice soft but confused.

“i’m not pretty.” you muttered, looking down at your hands, which were fidgeting as a way to relieve stress and tension. “how can you like someone like me? my.. my teeth are crooked and- my nose has this stupid hump, and—” he didn’t let you finish. instead, his lips captured yours in a slow, tender kiss, silencing you.

when he pulled back, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your soft skin. “can you stop speaking nonsense now and let me talk?” he said, his voice playful yet firm. “do you really think everyone sees you like you see yourself?” you bit your lower lip, eyes darting towards the floor, but riki tilted your chin up, to make you look back at him. “no, they don’t.” he replied for you as you hesited, a small smile lingering on his lips.

“in my eyes, you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. your crooked teeth?” he said with a small smile. “make your smile unique — real. your nose? it suits your face and, honestly, i think it’s pretty hot,” he said, as he playfully booped it, making you scrunch it up while a laugh escaped your lips. “i wouldn’t want you any other way, y/n.” he whispered, looking into your eyes with a sincerity you’ve never seen before. “really?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to look at him better.

“really,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he saw your lips curving up. “what made me fall for you wasn’t the way you look, but the way your soul touched my heart and made it completely yours,” you could feel the tears forming again in your eyes, but this time they were different. they weren’t born out of frustration or sadness — they were warm, comforting, and filled with gratitude. you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest, melting away some of the insecurities you’ve been carrying.

“i wish you’d told me how you feel sooner,” riki murmured, caressing your lower lip with his thumb. “i wanna be here for you, to stop you from thinking dumb things, y’know?” you chuckled at his words, lightly punching his arm. “i love you, y/n. okay? you’re everything i desire and want. never forget that,” he kissed you again, his lips lingering on yours in a kiss so delicate it felt like he was pouring every drop of his love into it.

you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against his, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “i love you too, riki. i’ll try to.. believe you and see myself differently”

“that’s all i ask,” he replied, holding you tightly. “but even if you don’t, i’ll keep reminding you until you do.” you hugged him again, burying your face in his chest as you let his steady heartbeat calm you. in that moment, the weight of your insecurities didn’t feel so heavy and suffocating.

you realized that it wasn’t about being pretty by anyone’s standards, but surrounding yourself by people who made you feel beautiful just as you were. and for you, riki was that person, your anchor in the storm of self-doubt.

you obviously didn’t feel completely healed, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were enough. and that was just the start.

[keferon]

I should be asleep but this is consuming me.

So have this poorly thought out fic drabble idea of mine:

Prowl is in pain, hurt and agony, physically and emotionally. He shouldn't have let Jazz convince him, he should have listened to that tingly uncertain feeling on his spark about this

But dammit was Jazz so...so convincing. It pained him to realise how much he wanted to trust the organic.

What didn't help was that bastard in front of him giving him mock grief. Prowl knew he did not care at all about how he feels, he knew there was some sort of sick enjoyment to all of this.

"Sorry, he couldn't come visit again. He actually had to help out with the newest mech, in fact, this prototype had one of your own parts in it!" Prowl wanted to sob, twisted asshole.

Suddenly, something seemed to have caught the organic's attention. Prowl didn't hear it at first, but once the man in front of him turned around in confusion, he heard it, there was some sort of commotion on the other side of the door.

Suddenly, before any of them could question what was going on, the doors burst out open with an explosion, causing many tools to clatter to the ground as the ground shook.

"GET AWAY FROM MY PARTNER!" Prowl, in a weak yet desperate attempt, turned his head to look at the direction of the voice. He recognised it-

"Jazz?" He spoke weakly. That seemed to have crushed the organic's soul, his face crumbling from his previous rage, before, in a blink of an eye, it turned back to fury. Fury so strong it could kill whoever dared look.

"Jazz?!" The twisted man standing in front of Prowl's face looked offended if not straight out annoyed at the other's presence. "What are you-?" He couldn't even finish his sentence before the other dropped whatever it was he had been holding and jumped on top of him. The two fought for a while, Jazz punching the guy a few times on the face before grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and throwing him to the other side of the room.

Jazz huffed, making sure to keep his eyes on his target for a second to see if that was enough to have knocked him out. It was. And once he was sure the guy wouldn't come back at him, he turned to look at Prowl, who so far, has only made move to watch the whole thing go down.

It took a while for the mech to properly process how Jazz looked, how he looked at him. Guilt, pain, sadness, exasperation even. It almost seemed like he was...crying?

"Prowl!" His partner? Ex-partner? (He wasn't sure anymore), ran to grasp his face, and he let him, to weak to fight back like he wanted to. Then he felt it, small droplets of water fall down his faceplates, 'Oh, so he was crying'. "I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have brought you here- we, we need to get you out-" as he moved, Prowl took notice of how dishevelled the other looked, the sudden smell of iron making him realise that he seemed to be covered in blood, if it was his own or not, Prowl wasn't sure, perhaps it was both. Taking a closer look, he started to notice all the small bruises and scratches on Jazz's face, in fact he took notice of a limp on his left leg too.

The other just seemed to be mumbling to himself as he tried to free Prowl, who so far has not spoken all that much, he felt too weak and tired, and he really had nothing to say other than a simple reply to what Jazz said before but he didn’t process it till now

"You really shouldn't have..."

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Ok that's all i have rn, bc I'm not much of a writer and idk how to write these characters so they might be a bit OOC sorry ^^;;

But feel free to like add and/or fix anything to this.

Just wanna add the note that maybe, the reason Jazz found out is bc he recognised Prowl's plating on the new mech thing they built ;)

OH MY GOD I CANT EVEN

RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS. OH FUCK. THI s. SO GOOD AND PAINFUL IM ASCENDING TO SOME NEW UNDISCOVERED DIMENSIONS

ALSO. oh my fucking god you have galaxy brain for this. imagine the horror Jazz feels when he sees this random new robot his boss wants to test. And it’s plating is so freaking familiar. He runs his hands along the panels. And he recognises them, even repainted. Because he spent so much time sitting on them, repairing them, crawling on them with his magnets. Sleeping on them even. He sees the “scar” from the time he helped Prowl to fix his armor and welded some cracks in it.

And now the fucking plates are here but Prowl isn’t.

[honeytae]

“you refuse to meet his gaze, afraid that your carefully constructed facade will crumble if you do. and it seems like that's exactly what is happening - the walls you've built around yourself are slowly falling apart.”

genre: angst, fluff, comfort

warnings: reader is overworked af and petrified of showing vulnerability, brief argument between reader and jk but only bc he cares, so many tears..like a LOT of crying, descriptions of kissing, make out sesh💋, an unforgivable amount of fluff and L bombs, i really didn’t know what to call this one so it’s just riptide, sorry not sorry you guys

wc: 2k

the air in the apartment is mostly silent, save for the gentle scratch of lead on paper and the muted pattering of rain against the windows in your home office.

jungkook’s teeth play with his bottom lip as he fidgets in his seat, intently observing you from the opposite end of the table.

across from him, your brows knit together in an attempt to focus, lips pursed in concentration as you stop for a moment, then resume moving your pencil across the page.

he cringes at the disruption of his phone vibrating on the table, abruptly snapping you out of your daze.

as your pencil slips out of your grasp, you sit up straight and flex your fingers around in the air to release some of the tension residing in your joints.

jungkook murmurs an apology but you brush it off, glancing wearily at him and providing a small smile. a sigh of relief escapes you as he leans in, taking your hand in his and gently massaging your tired fingers with a few strokes of his own.

“that feels good,” you mumble, shifting closer to the table for more of his touch.

he hums softly, taking another few moments to work his fingers into your skin, creating a small pocket of silence.

"are you bored?" you ask, feeling a twinge of guilt for leaving him essentially alone at the table. "i'm sorry, baby, i'll be finished in just a few more minutes."

jungkook shrugs in response, casual as he moves his arm to gently rub up and down your own. his touch is comforting and helps ease your anxiety, preventing you from spiraling further.

“it's okay,” he reassures you with a gentle smile, “just take your time. i'll be here.”

his eyes shift from your face to your hand, a frown forming as he notices the red mark on your finger, evidence of how tightly you've been holding your pencil.

you watch, endeared, as he leans down to kiss the spot, then replaces his lips with his finger, gently rubbing over the indentation to soothe the redness.

"you work so hard," he says, tutting his tongue as he continues running his thumb over the spot.

you can only manage a sigh in response, feeling drained and unable to speak. plus, tears are starting to form in your eyes, and you’re desperately trying to hold them back. jungkook notices, of course he does.his expression turns into one of concern as he studies your face, trying to assess the situation.

your mouth is set in a deep frown, almost a scowl, and your eyebrows are furrowed in discomfort from holding back your true emotions. you refuse to meet his gaze, afraid that your carefully constructed facade will crumble if you do. and it seems like that's exactly what is happening - the walls you've built around yourself are slowly falling apart.

in a rush, he rises from his chair and rounds the table, your eyes following him through tears.

once next to you, his fingers weave through your hair, leading your head to rest on his stomach. he wraps his arm around you and massages the tension from your shoulders as you nestle into the soft fabric of his t-shirt, taking in the familiar scent of his laundry detergent.

“time for a break?” he muses, watching as you adamantly shake your head in response.

“i just need to finish,” you reply, trying to stifle the lump in your throat.

he watches as you draw your laptop closer while blinking rapidly to chase away any tears.

you’ve always been one to persevere, which he greatly respects. but it also irritates him that at times, you don’t allow yourself to fully feel.

jungkook suppresses a groan as he watches you type something else into your search engine, briefly tilting his head up to the ceiling in frustration and closing his eyes to take a deep breath.

it can be hard, to watch those you love push themselves beyond their limit. he understands, knowing that he often puts you through the same thing.

you and him share an achilles heel of refusing to give up easily, which is both a blessing and a curse.

the sound of your fingers tapping on the keyboard snaps him out of his trance and he reopens his eyes, sneaking another glance over your shoulder.

he’s about to drop it altogether when he sees your bottom lip quiver, his breath hitching in his throat when the first tear makes it over your lash line.

“baby,” he utters softly, nearly tripping over the leg of the chair he pulls out from the table to sit beside you.

you can’t help but let out a throaty chuckle at his clumsiness, swiping the single tear from your cheek and trying to wave him off.

“i’m okay,” you sniffle, but jungkook just shakes his head in disbelief. he leans forward, balancing on his knees as he takes your fidgeting hands in his own, running his fingers gently along your knuckles.

“seriously, jungkook, i’m fine. stop making it bigger than it is,” you attempt to push him away, but he refuses to budge.

“stop making it smaller than it is!” he counters, voice raising slightly as his anger takes over.

he takes a breath, continuing in a softer voice.“baby, i’m not gonna stop until you let me in.”

his brows furrow in frustration, wide eyes pleading with you.

in the heat of the moment, you hate how intrusive he’s being. you hate that he sees you as his responsibility and that your struggles are ruining his day.

“jungkook, if i’m just a burden-“

“a burden?” he interrupts in disbelief, “you could never be a burden,” he reaches for your hand when you try to get up. “hey, all i ever want to do is help you, because i love you,” he stresses.

his words instantly calm your mounting emotions, preventing you from any more self sabotage.

“i love you,” he says again, “and i cannot sit here and watch you ruin yourself.”

you simply blink at him, the last of your resolve shattering when he starts to soothingly caress your arm with his warm palm.

even when you’re so difficult, he’s so unbelievably kind to you.

“please let yourself not be okay,” he begs, eyebrows pulling together, pained, as he watches you stifle a sob. “it’s so hard to watch you be so strong all the time,” he says, “please don’t shut me out.”

and just like that, your wall comes tumbling down.

jungkook’s emotions bubbling to the surface seem to be the final push for you to tip over the edge. tears now stream down your face, features crumbling as you weakly lift yourself from your chair.

jungkook’s arms reach out to pull you into him, intercepting your body as you launch yourself onto his lap. his lips press repeatedly to the side of your head as he wraps his arms around your stuttering back, squeezing you to him.

“let go, baby,” he says, feeling tears well up in his own eyes as you collapse in his arms, “just let go.”

broken sobs wrack your frame as you cling onto him, one of his hands securely holding the back of your head while the other runs up and down your spine.

the dam has finally broken, and its cathartic for both of you.

soothing words are spoken softly into your ear as your breaths begin to even out, your face finding solace in the crook of his neck.

after a few minutes, your cries quiet and the pool of tears starts to dry on his skin.

jungkook leans back to glance over your face, reaching up to swipe at the leftover tear trails on your cheeks with his thumb.

“feel a little lighter in here?” he inquires, dancing his fingers over your scalp as you lift your reddened eyes to lock with his.

“a little,” you sniff, leaning into his touch as he starts massaging the crown of your head.

“hm, good,” he murmurs, “we’re making progress then.”

wordlessly, you stare into his big brown irises, the whites of his eyes showing evidence of his own tears. despite this, his mouth quirks in a small smile, and the guilt from ten minutes ago consumes you.

“fuck, i’m so sorry,” your frown deepens, closing your eyes when his lips press to your temple, remaining against your heated skin. “i’m so sorry for lashing out at you, i’m just,” you sigh, “i’m just overwhelmed and,” you glance up in thought, “in my own head.”

“i understand, baby,” he soothes, warm eyes finding yours to show he’s being genuine. “it’s all gonna work out, i promise.”

you inhale and sit up straighter, cupping his cheeks as you position your face in front of his. you stare at each other for a moment before he cups your jaw, adoringly squishing your cheeks with his fingers.

jungkook laughs as you pucker your lips, sliding his hands down to rest under your jaw when you tilt your head to the side, pressing your mouth to his.

with each pass of his lips over yours, you feel the ache in your head lessen. your heart reaches out for him and squeezes him closer to you.

he hums as you pull back and immediately go in for more, taking turns capturing your bottom and top lip between his. you grip on tighter to him to momentarily stop the world from spinning around you.

breaking apart for air, jungkook giggles as you unattractively sniff with your full nose, your fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“sexy, huh?” you raise a brow, and jungkook’s features warm when the sparkle returns to your eye.

“duh,” he rolls his eyes, and there’s a beat of comfortable silence as you both recover from your breakdown.

“i love you so much,” you murmur, “thank you for everything you do.”

“yah, kiss-ass,” he teases, his high-pitched laugh escaping his mouth when you pinch his side as punishment for his snark.

“ugh, nevermind,” you sigh as you stand up, and he smiles at you in return, holding onto your hand to help you back over into your chair.

“i love you more,” he sings, chortling as you squint your eyes at him in response.

you redirect your gaze back to your notebook, still looking tired but not as weary as you did before.

jungkook lifts himself to reassume his position from earlier and stands behind you, dropping his arms around your neck. you tilt your neck as he plants a kiss onto the top of your head.

sensing your reluctance to go back to work, he leans down further, his cheek pressing against yours. the gesture seems to melt you back into your chair as the both of you stare ahead at your laptop screen.

“okay,” he starts, understanding your process, “how about some tea to get you through this last part?”

he waits patiently as you think it over. his eyes travel from the screen to your features, staring at your lashes touching your cheek each time you blink.

there’s a hint of water clinging to your bottom lashes, and the sight makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

“yeah, actually,” you answer softly, gently craning your neck so that you can press your lips to his, kissing him one, two, three, four times.

“you’re the best boyfriend ever,” you whisper against his lips, some of the tension in your body already subsiding.

his cheeks go pink with your praise, dark eyes catching the dining room light as he puffs air out of his nostrils.

wordlessly, you let your head hang off the back of the chair, closing your eyes when jungkook’s hand comes to support the back of your head, dipping down to kiss you again.

his fingers rub soothing circles into your neck, causing an involuntary noise to rise up from your throat.

you break apart with a “tch,” noise, pouting when he pulls his arms from around you.

“nooo,” you try to grip onto his fingers, jungkook chuckling as he pokes your bottom lip back into place.

meeting your lips one last time, it takes everything in him to step away from you, pointing at your dimmed laptop screen.

“i’ll be right back,” he soothes, “and i promise i’ll sit here with you the whole time.”

you smile despite yourself, because jungkook is simply the light of your life.

“you better. you’re my emotional support human.”

[neeeooon]

hii love i hope ure having a great day!! i saw this before and immediately thought of nagi... so may i request a one shot (or whatevers more fitting for this trope) w nagi and readers stressed with uni proyects but finds really comforting having him there just doing nothing at all? please n thank u soso much 🫶🏼

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DIj8N_vTfVY/?igsh=MW9uanoxMGptcWx1Mg==

(adding the link too bcs the pic might not be clear at all ! plus ... yes... i watch instagram reels i dont have tiktok downloaded rn... <\3)

IM CRYING THATS SO NAGI (ig reels ftw) THANKS FOR REQUESTING MLMLML! 🤍

study buddy benefits (he lives rent free)

nagi seishiro x gn!reader. fluff

you ran a hand through your hair, messing it up beyond belief as you released a frustrated groan at your laptop. you shook the screen as if it would somehow help the loading sign go faster.

your assignment was due at 11:59, and you finished at 11:55 when your computer suddenly decided to disconnect from the internet.

watching the time flicker from 11:56 to 57, you felt your inhales quicken. “load, load, load—“ you turned your head at the sound of your dorm room door opening and sighed when your boyfriend trudged in.

“hey,” he drawled, bag slipping off his shoulders as he stepped out of his shoes and approached you. you were sitting cross-legged on your bed, hunched over your still-loading laptop, knee bopping in anxiety.

11:58.

nagi fell onto your bed and leaned his head against your spine. “you’re warm,” he purred, but you couldn’t even smile.

“sorry, love. this assignment isn’t submitting, and it’s stressing me out.” not only that, but you had another project to finish the next day and wanted to complete it in case you ran into this issue again.

nagi’s arms wound around your waist, his thumb rubbing a small circle of comfort against your hip. “it’ll go through.”

11:59.

you were going to cry.

you clicked the top right corner of your screen so that the seconds appeared on the time and felt like you were deactivating a bomb. just like in the movies, your assignment decided to wait until 11:59:57 before submitting, and you let out a shaky exhale of relief.

“told you.” nagi pulled you closer.

you covered his hands with yours and let yourself breathe. “god, you’re so annoying. i love you.”

“mmm, cuddles now?”

“i need to work on another project. don’t wait for me, though. i’ll move to the desk.”

nagi didn’t give you the option as his grip tightened around your waist. “stay. you’re comfy. it’d be a hassle to move.”

you pondered for a moment but decided you much preferred his arms around you and sighed. “okay. i’ll turn the brightness down if you want to sleep.”

“no need. i can sleep like this.”

and to your surprise, his breathing turned heavy, grip loosening slightly, not even three minutes after lying on you.

you turned your head and pressed your lips against his shoulder. "you're lucky i love you. you're a terrible study buddy."

nagi snored in reply.

[strwbrryeyes]

helooo i just saw your one year event and im so excited >< im thinking of suna rintarou, and we met through meet cute (basically strangers to friends to lovers)🙈🙈

that someone can be a music artist if it fits your idea 👀👀 but it’s ok if it’s not 🫶🏻🫶🏻

༊·˚ Muse

⟡ featuring: suna rintarou

⟡ cw: angst if you squint real hard at the beginning bc reader was going through it

⟡ a/n: they are both big dorks

The only reason you're out at nearly midnight on a Wednesday is because you’ve hit the kind of rock bottom that involves eating sandwich bread with ketchup and pretending it's some sort of godsend meal. Your fridge holds half an eaten, expired milk, and a single, pitiful slice of cheese. So as much as you'd love to be in your bed right now, the corner store a few blocks away feels like your last hope. It been a tough couple of weeks with being dumped by your long-term boyfriend and having awful experiences with management lately but the least you can do is buy some food to get you through the next two days before you can officially go grocer shopping the following Saturday.

The night air is damp and cool, the kind that clings to your clothes and makes your cheeks sting just a little. Streetlights flicker above you as you cross to the 24/7 convenience store, its glowing sign humming like it’s tired too. Through the glass, everything inside is lit up by the white fluorescent lights, but from the outside, it almost looks gentle like it was oddly calming..

You push open the door, greeted by a soft chime and the scent of long put out cigarettes and cleaning fluid. The cashier barely looks up from his phone but you can’t blame him, who would want to be working at this hour? You grab a basket and head toward the snack aisle, rubbing your hands together for warmth.

As you turn the corner into the ramen section, something slips from your hoodie pocket. A page falls to the floor, landing near the feet of a guy crouched low in front of the instant noodles.

“Hey,” he says, reaching down to grab it before you can react. “You dropped this.”

He hands the crumpled sheet of notepad paper. The lyrics to the song you scrapped moments before leaving your apartment to go to the convenience store. Entire scratched out choruses in your messy handwriting, a half finished song you weren’t even sure was salvageable.

“Oh,” you mumble, quickly smoothing it out and folding it. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t stare too long, just gives a small tilt of his head. “You a songwriter?”

You meet his eyes, surprised by how relaxed he sounds. “That obvious?”

“Not until that fell out,” he says, nodding to your now folded page. “But it checks out. You’ve got the distracted genius look.”

You let out a half-laugh and shake your head. “It’s just a chorus that won’t cooperate.”

“Looks like it’s got potential though,” he replies, like it’s a fact, not a compliment. “If the bridge doesn’t betray you.”

Your eyebrows lift. “You know about how bridges are the death of every songwriter?”

He smirks. “I know enough to know they’re evil.”

There’s a pause, long enough for your gaze to flick down to the miso cup in his hand. He’s already dropped another one into his basket, glancing at your ‘spicy’ chicken soup selection with mild amusement.

“That one’s dangerous,” he says, nodding toward your cup.

You glance down. “It’s not even that spicy.”

“I didn’t say it was spicy. I said it’s dangerous. You eat that, next thing you know you’re crying on the floor and texting someone you shouldn’t.” At this point it sounds like he’s describing alcohol but you brush it off because after all it is midnight no one is in their right state of mind.

You narrow your eyes at him. “You sound like you’ve been through it.”

That earns a small, crooked smile. He stands up showing off his tall but fit frame, and slightly messy hair that looks like he’d just gotten out of bed. His hoodie sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, revealing faint bruises and a small scratch on his forearm.

He holds out a hand. “Suna.”

You hesitate a moment, then shake it. His grip is loose and warm, fingers a little calloused.

“[name].”

He nods once, eyes gleaming. “Cool.”

And then he turns and walks off toward the drinks without another word. Honestly, it caught you off guard but once again, you’re tired and you don’t expect to see him again anyway.

But about a week later (at midnight again because god forbid you sleep at a decent time), you’re in line at the sandwich shop two blocks from your apartment, phone in hand, mentally preparing to eat a an overpriced grilled cheese in your bathtub while you contemplate life. You hear a slightly familiar voice from two people behind you that makes you glance over your shoulder.

“You again.”

There he is. Hoodie, joggers, that same annoyingly calm expression. His hands are tucked into his pockets, and he looks like he just wandered in without a plan.

“Don’t tell me you followed me here,” you say as you let those two people in between you cut you in line to be able tot alk to him without them being disturbed.

“Maybe I did,” he replies, one eyebrow raised. “Or maybe it’s fate.”

“Or maybe you just like neon lights and greasy food.”

“Both things can be true.” 

You end up eating your sandwiches on the curb outside. The pavement is still a bit chilly from the fall air, and the city buzzes around you, but in your little bubble of late night conversation, everything else seems to blur. He tells you he plays volleyball professionally, which makes your eyebrows shoot up until he mentions he’s a middle blocker. That part makes sense. The height, the bruises, the way he moves like he’s used to reacting fast and thinking faster.

“So you just get in people’s way for a living?” you tease, taking another bite of your grilled cheese.

He nods like he’s proud. “Exactly.”

You text after that. It starts slow. Memes, random photos, half-baked jokes. You send him snippets of lyrics or chords you’re working on, asking him for feedback. He sends you videos of himself trying to cook and burning the rice every time. You don’t expect him to pay attention to the things you share, but he always seems to catch the little details. And you pay attention to everything he does and says.

“That second verse?” he texts one night after you send him a voice memo. “That line’s gonna wreck someone in the middle of a park while they’re on their run.” It makes your chest tighten, even though you laugh.

Eventually the texts turn to calls, and the calls turn into visits. He comes by your place on his off days with new snacks and weird drinks he found. He lays down on your couch like he belongs there, always poking through your playlists and journals with your songs without asking. He listens to you work, doesn’t talk much while you record or write, but his presence is steady and comforting.

One afternoon, while you’re adjusting mic levels and quietly humming through a new melody, you notice him watching you. Not in a judgmental way, not even curious. Just watching, like he’s memorizing you in real time.

“You always do that thing with your nose when you mess up,” he says finally, voice low.

You glance over with a confused look on your face. “What thing?”

“You scrunch it. Like someone just told you your song was bad.”

You laugh and toss a pencil at him, which he catches without looking.

“Well is it bad?.”

“No, it’s a good song…even when you mess it up” He grins, but his voice is warm.

Your songs start sounding a little like him. Not literally, but you catch pieces of him in them. Quiet notes between the verses, lines you wouldn’t have written without his voice in your head. You don’t bring it up, and he doesn’t mention it either, but you think he knows that somewhere along the lines, he’s affected not only your writing, but your life. And you’ve changed his.

The first time he comes to one of your shows, he stays in the back, hood up and hands in his pockets. You spot him midsong and nearly miss your cue. He just lifts his chin slightly when your eyes meet, like he’s telling you to keep going.

Later, once the room empties and the buzz of performing settles into your bones, you find him waiting outside, leaning against the wall with a drink in hand.

“You changed the second verse,” he says casually.

“You remember the original?”

He nods. “I liked it. Sounded like something you wrote at 3am while spiraling.”

“It was something i wrote at 3am while spiraling…you were there .” You say letting out a dry chuckle.

“Keep it next time.”

You don’t kiss him that night, but the thought and desire lingers. The tension is thick between you, quiet and persistent. It’s in the way he brushes his fingers against yours without fully holding your hand, the way he pauses at your door like he might come in and stay. The way you let him.

When it finally happens, it’s in a bar with sticky floors and a broken jukebox that plays the same six songs in a loop. You’re sitting across from him, mid sip and telling a story you don’t even remember the punchline to when he cuts in.

“You know I like you, right?”

Your words die in your throat. You blink, caught off guard by how casually he says it, like he’s commenting on the weather. But his eyes are steady, and he’s not smiling this time. His face is serious, like he wants you to truly know how he feels.

“I was hoping you did.” you say quietly.

“I can tell I inspire half your songs now in some ways,” he murmurs. “Least you could do is give me a happy one.”

You meet his gaze and smile, heart thudding loud in your ears.

“If I write it, will you be in the music video?”

“Only if you get my good side.” He strikes a funny pose making you laugh. Your laugh makes him feel things he didn’t know were possible and when he realizes that in that very moment,

He leans in and kisses you.

It’s warm and slow, like he knew you’d kiss back. He tastes faintly of soda and fries. His hands settle at your waist like he’s done it before a million times.

You kiss him back like you’ve been waiting for the cue, like your body already knows this rhythm.

Later, tangled up in your apartment, your shirt traded for one of his hoodies that are way too big on you, you rest your cheek against his chest. He scrolls lazily through your playlists, adding anything he thinks fits the vibe. Leaving himself engrained in one fo the things you love the most.

“I could write a whole album about you,” you mumble against his skin.

He hums thoughtfully. “Make it a double.”

You laugh. “Ambitious.”

“You’ve got range, I believe in you.”

You tilt your head up to look at him. “What kind of songs do you want?”

He taps his chin like he is deep in thought. “Surprise me.”

You smile, already thinking up the melody in your head.

[scribbledghost]

ive been working 12 hr shifts at my job and I'm so tired I want to start crying like a toddler who needs a nap 😭 customers are mean and my feet hurt! I just want to lay in bed and EEP.

could you write Vessel just, absolutely smothering reader. kissies and cuddles and and and brushing her hair and giving her food while she's just dead weight in his arms. I have no idea what she'd be doing in the manor to make her so exhausted but I just wanna be pampered by a six-eyed sweetheart while I lay in bed and SLEEEEP pls it would fix all my problems

(in all seriousness, your writing is lovely. inhuman Vessel has been a great comfort. thank you for him.)

Note: I'm so glad Inhuman!Vessel can bring you some comfort! I think we can all use some of that right now. Also, a huge thunderstorm rolled in right as I started this, so I'm putting that in as a backdrop of sorts bc to me there is nothing more relaxing than being taken care of while it storms outside.

Sharp flashes of light pierce the manor at irregular intervals, quickly followed by low rumbles of thunder. Rain pelts the windows of your room, wind-whipped into punishing sheets against the glass.

The world outside is hostile for now, but inside there is nothing but warmth and comfort.

You'd been working hard around the manor lately, puttering around and helping the vessels in any tasks they may have had. They would tell you each time that you did not need to concern yourself with their worshiping duties, but you insisted, and they allowed you to aid them in whatever way you wished. Of course, the vessels have a much higher level of strength and stamina than your human self, and you found yourself wearing thin much sooner than they did.

Vessel is the first to notice, literally sweeping you off of your sore feet to carry you to a nearby lounge seat despite your protests. However, it never took long for you to get back up and continue whatever tasks you had been doing, leading to the cycle repeating.

It didn't end until Vessel excused himself from the rest and carried you off to bed, once again ignoring your protests.

"You need rest, beloved," he soothed as he carried you. "I will not stand idly by and allow you to harm yourself in our name."

Once he had deposited you in bed, he'd crawled in after you, intent on keeping you there by virtue of staying with you.

And that's exactly what he'd done. The storm had rolled in shortly after, and now the two of you are curled together in the warmth and safety of Sleep's manor.

"I am grateful that you've stopped fighting me," Vessel muses as he strokes your hair. He places soft kisses against your temple, keeping you close as you relax into him.

"Too much to do," you mumble.

"That is for us to worry about, my love," he replies, "as Sleep's vessels, that is our burden to carry. Not yours."

You begin to argue again, but the incessant growling of your stomach interrupts you. Vessel chuckles at the sudden intrusion, then summons one of the others to bring you food.

Something simple, he instructs. Something I can feed her myself.

II arrives shortly after with a bowl of peeled and sliced fruit, handing it to Vessel directly. He says nothing, only giving you both a light smile before turning to leave again.

"I can feed myself, you know," you tease as he grabs a piece and brings it to your mouth.

"I am aware," he says. "Though perhaps you will allow me the indulgence of doing it for you. Just this once."

It's difficult to say no when he asks so sweetly.

You relax into him further, all but deflating and becoming dead weight in his arms as he continues to feed you and smother you with affection. In between each bite, Vessel kisses whichever part of you his lips can reach, projecting soothing affection into your mind from his own. Words aren't needed here, and Vessel dares not break the silence with them. The only sounds to be heard are the rain and thunder beyond the manor walls and your own breathing.

Once you finish eating what was brought, Vessel also gives you a container of water that had also found its way to the nightstand by the bed, likely a gift from Sleep itself. Satisfied that you are well-fed and hydrated, Vessel returns to petting your hair and placing intermittent kisses where he can.

"Sleep, my heart," he murmurs against your skin. "I will be here when you wake."

As you begin to drift, you mumble a request to him.

"Meet me in my dreams?"

You are met with an affectionate chuckle.

"Always, my love."

[kamospeach]

(any pics without tags are bc i didn't know who they belonged to!)

plot: what good is a friend if they can't be your shoulder to cry on

content warning: angsty for readerrrr

content warning: face riding higuruma will be happening btw

today was not your day, you were insanely bored, your boyfriend bailed on your plans (again), and your girlfriends are all with their boyfriends. you weren't too upset with them since you had girls' night soon. so your last option was to go to higuruma's dorm and watch a movie while he did work.

"so what you're saying is i was your last choice?" he asked, leaning on the door, and you laughed, pushing past him.

"no, you were my only choice," you said, and he laughed with a small nod, sitting back at his desk as you climbed into his bed. he tossed you the remote, and you turned on the tv, eyes trained on the k-drama that sucked you in.

the silence was comforting just because you knew you weren't all alone. you also knew that if you had a random thought or needed to rant, he'd listen. it was one of your favorite things about higuruma. he wasn't overbearing, but he was there when you needed him the most.

you kept checking your phone, hoping he would text. thinking, just maybe your mind was wrong. your boyfriend didn't usually lie to you, so you weren't sure why you had a gut feeling this time. you were checking his location like crazy. it said he was at his parents' house, like he told you.

"i hope you're not stalking that so-called boyfriend of yours." you snorted at him, not acknowledging him as your boyfriend. he never considered him your boyfriend for the simple fact that he just didn't like him.

"i am," you replied matter-of-factly. "i just don't know why i have the gut feeling that he lied to me."

"well, you know what they say, trust your gut," he says, still flipping through his papers as if he didn't just fuel your suspicions.

"are you going to help me trust my gut?" you said, and a soft smile spread across his face.

"you know im a sucker for justice," he says nonchalantly calling someone. you had no idea what he was planning, but you trusted him. "kento? can you come get me and y/n? at my dorm. 10 minutes. okay, we’ll be ready.” he sat his phone down and you looked at him, jaw dropped.

“did you really just do that?” you asked, and he nodded, going back to finishing his work. “what if he sees us?”

“then he sees, now watch your show, i need to finish this homework before kento gets here.” so that’s what you did. you sat in his bed quietly watching the tv as he rushed through his homework. and just like nanami had said, 10 minutes later, he called to let higuruma know he was downstairs.

“hiro, are you sure about this?” you said, biting your nails as you walked to namami’s car. he opened the back door for you to get in.

“so sure,” he says as you got in, getting into the front seat himself. luckily for you, nanami’s backseat windows were tinted, so if you did ride past your boyfriend, he wouldn’t be able to see.

“hi nanamin!” you said excitedly, since it had been a while since you had seen him. he seemed more upset than normal, especially since the past week he looked happier.

“hi y/n,” he said monotonously like he usually is. you decided to leave it alone and not pry. once all seatbelts were on and you gave nanami the address, you were off. you sat in the back, biting your nails in anticipation.

every time the minutes ticked downwards, you got more antsy. you were looking out the window, checking to see if you could see his car. or maybe just him, but you didn’t. even when you pulled up to his parents' house, there was no car outside.

furious wasn’t even the word to describe what you were feeling. you got out of the car, stomping up the driveway to their front door. you knocked on the door respectfully yet angrily. the door opened to his mother, who looked very confused as to why you were there.

“hi, sweetheart, how can i help you?” she asked, reading the look on your face as if she wasn’t sure why you were angry. i mean, sure, you figured his mother didn’t know that her son turned out to be a lying piece of-.

“i’m sorry to bother you like this, but is mahito here?” she asked, and she frowned, shaking her head. soon after his dad appeared behind her, and when you looked at him, you saw the resemblance. you tried really hard to hold back your scowl when you saw his father.

“we haven’t seen him since he stopped by this morning,” his father informed you, digging into his pocket. he pulled out a phone, handing it to you. the confusion on your face must have been evident since his father continued to speak. “can you give this to him? he left it here by accident. it’s his second phone.”

you were surprised to hear that mahito had a second phone that you didn’t know about. this was all starting to get to you, you were getting angrier and angrier by the moment. you grabbed the phone from his father, giving him a fake smile.

“i sure will!” you say, turning around, not even bothering to say bye. you just got in nanami’s car, both of the men looking at you in confusion. “he’s not here,” you say, and nanami sighs, starting the car. higuruma was just as shocked as you were, if not more.

“but his location says he was here…” he says, trying to rationalize and figure out the situation himself.

“yeah, well, i think this ‘second phone’ of his was what i had seen,” you said, opening the app on your phone and seeing that it showed he was here with you. and it was moving along with you, but the truth was painfully obvious: he lied.

“i say call him.” nanami butted in and you looked up at him through the rearview mirror in shock. your head shook rapidly, and there was no way you could confront him. “just to see if he’d lie again!” nanami was pretty worked up now, so you felt like it was the least you could do. 

so that’s what you did. you called mahito, and on the last ring, he answered the phone. he sounded out of breath and as if he was in a rush. you didn’t want to talk to him, but you needed to see if he would lie.

“hey baby,” he said happily, and you quietly scoffed, not caring if he heard or not.

“where are you?” you asked not in the mood for the lovey dovey shit. you wanted to get down to the real stuff and know if he was playing in your face. you didn’t waste time on a hi, hello, or how are you.

“woah, what’s going on? i’m at my parents' house like i told you,” he lied again, so you laughed. but not a ‘haha’ laugh it was a ‘lie again so i can fuck you up’  laugh. you took a deep breath in and out to calm yourself from lashing out too early.

“i’m going to give you one more chance to tell the truth. where are you?” you asked again, and the line went silent for a moment before the phone beeped. you were in shock, there was no way he just hung up on you. “go to his dorm,” was all you said, and nanami nodded, driving to his dorm.

it was all pointless. you had higuruma and nanami on a wild goose chase. you went to everywhere he would usually be, places you saw his location before, and even places you’ve never been to. all for nothing, the guys chalked it up to a loss before taking you back to your place.

but lo and behold, your boyfriend was kissing a girl as he leaned against his car. presumably kissing her goodbye, but there was no stopping you when adrenaline was pumping through your veins. you jumped out of the car when it was practically still moving. good thing nanami was only going 3 miles per hour. 

you power-walk over to your now ex-boyfriend, feeling your blood boil the minute you lock eyes. he releases his grip on the girl, moving away from her. you had to remind yourself that violence isn’t the answer before you got too angry and slapped the shit out of him.

“hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he asked with a wry smile, and you looked at him in disbelief. no way he was acting like this; he must be on some type of hard drugs.

“i live here you asshole,” you said turning to look at the girl who looked confused. you didn’t care about her; she wasn’t your target, mahito was. “so not only did you lie, you cheated on me,” you say, and mahito scoffs.

“says you all your friends are guys!” he yelled, and you looked at him like he had four heads. he had to be kidding you; there was no way he was blaming his infidelity on you having male friends.

“first off, that’s not true, and second, you have a lot of friends who are girls. i’ve never said anything to you because i trusted you.” tears were running from your eyes out of anger, you couldn't believe this. you’ve been with him since you started college, and he was betraying you because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. “then you have the audacity to be out in front of my dorm kissing her.”

“look, you just weren’t cutting it,” he smirked, grabbing the girl by her waist. she pushed herself away from him, looking at him in disgust. it was taking everything in you not to slap the stitches off that man. but your hand moved faster than your brain, and your hand raised, but someone grabbed your wrist.

“maybe we shouldn’t do that, yeah?” you looked up, seeing higuruma standing over you, grabbing your hand with a small smile. you nodded, ashamed he had to see that, sparing one last glance at mahito.

“we’re done if i see you anywhere near me, i swear on-” you said as higuruma dragged you inside your dorm building. “i swear i’ll kill him, hiro,” you said, tears still pouring, and he just nodded.

“what happened to getting your anger under control?” he sighed, and you stood in your place looking at him with a childish pout.

“that was before my boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, unlocking the door to your dorm, sitting on the couch. your arms were crossed in anger, and higuruma leaned against the door looking at you. “i mean, almost 3 years wasted, all for what? all those anger management classes just for him to make me mad.” 

“well, you were telling me how you wanted to have a serious talk with him. maybe this is a good thing, you won't have to worry about him anymore,” he advised, and you nodded, agreeing with the point he was making.

“but it just sucks that i was always loyal to him. i never once cheated,” you tell higuruma, who sighs, making his way over to you to sit down. he sat next to you. he had never been cheated on, so he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. but he did know that that man didn’t deserve your loyalty at all.

“it’s not fair for you to give your loyalty to someone who never gave you none. think of this as a blessing in disguise, you got rid of the dead weight,” he said, hoping to cheer you up, and you nodded, giving him a bright smile. 

“thank you, hiro, you always know just what to say.” you thank him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“it’s no problem, that’s what i’m here for.”

to be continued...

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TOGETHER

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: CHOOSE YOUR SAD SONG FOR THIS ONE!!! (the two songs above are just my personal suggestions, you can choose whatever you want^^) Canonverse where they're dead, angst angst angst, hurt + comfort, semi happy ending (cause they're still dead yk), and a small bestie!Harry comfort moment bc i love him. FEM!R and use of petnames and just one☝️use of Y/n.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

SOMETIMES I WAKE UP BY THE DOOR

THAT HEART YOU CAUGHT MUST BE WAITING FOR YOU

EVEN NOW, WHEN WE'RE ALREADY OVER

I CAN'T HELP MYSELF FROM LOOKING FOR YOU

You had seen them both die with your own eyes.

You believed that the day of their death would be when you were an adult living your life and they were an old couple who had only finished their adventure on earth.

But that was never going to happen.

You wouldn't have had the relief of seeing them die peacefully and hearing their last words as they laid on their deathbeds with smiles on their faces, ready to welcome death as their sister.

No.

You had seen them die one after the other.

Sirius' face smiling at you for the last time before his body passed through the veil was what haunted your memories every night.

You would never forget that scene. You would always carry the trauma of losing your father inside you.

I SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

WATCHED IT POUR AS I TOUCHED YOUR FACE

WELL, IT BURNED WHILE I CRIED

'CAUSE I HEARD IT SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME

YOUR NAME

"I always said you were good with duels, my love" Sirius said with a proud smile and patting your head. "But now i need you to leave it to me"

"But i want to help you" you replied, worried.

Sirius placed a hand on your cheek and leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. "Hey, it's going to be alright baby. I want you to go with dad while i help Harry and then we'll go home together, okay?"

Reluctantly you nodded and Sirius walked away to join his godson. And while you were with Remus, Sirius was busy fighting Lucius alongside Harry.

When suddenly you heard it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Bellatrix screamed the spell and a green flame hit Sirius' body, which stiffened like marble.

Both you and Harry turned to look at him and Sirius looked at you with empty eyes, devoid of all the joy and light that filled them. You saw him retreat further and further towards the veil until he gave you and his godson one last weak smile. And then, his body fell backwards into the arch, until he disappeared completely, dissolving into the void.

"D-Dad..."

You took one step, then another and another.

"Dad! Dad!" you screamed.

You ran towards the veil with tears in your eyes, intending to dive into it to chase him and bring him back. Harry fell to his knees and his wand slipped from his fingers.

You reached out for the veil and just when your fingertips were about to touch it, someone wrapped themselves around your body from behind, pulling you against their chest. It didn't take you long to realize that it was your other father, but you didn't care and immediately began squirming in protest.

"No! Let me go! Please!" your bottom lip was trembling, but tears had already started to fall from your eyes. "Dad! Please, let me go! Let me go with him! Please!"

But Remus shook his head, sniffling. His heart had shattered into a thousand pieces after seeing the man he loved die before his eyes so suddenly. But he had to stay strong. For you.

"I can't let you do that, sweetheart" he murmured next to your ear, his voice shaking. "I-I can't. I'm sorry..."

You shook your head, still squirming and crying. But as the seconds passed, the more you were realizing the truth. Sirius was dead. Your father would never come back to you again. You would never see him again.

And while Harry ran in the direction Bellatrix had run off, seeking revenge, you collapsed against your father's body, letting yourself fall to the ground in despair. You sobbed loudly even though the sounds were muffled by Remus' jacket, who closed his eyes tightly and kissed your head, a scarred hand in your hair holding you to his chest and salty tears rolling down his cheeks.

You would never go home together.

It had been hard for you and Remus to move on and both you and your father had been at risk of falling into depression over the loss of Sirius. But Harry and the other members of the Order had always remained close to you, giving you all their support and together you managed to overcome the biggest obstacle.

But as long as Voldemort was alive, it wasn't over yet.

And when you thought you had managed to find peace for your hearts, unfortunately you both knew that there was still an inevitable war to fight.

I SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

AND I THREW US INTO THE FLAMES

"I'm coming with you"

Remus shook his head.

"No darling, i want you to stay with your friends"

"Dad please-"

"It's too risky. At least you'll be safe with them-"

"I will only be safe with you!" you exclaimed, interrupting him.

Remus fell silent and you stepped towards him, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it gently.

"Dad" you murmured, your voice shaking. "I'm scared. I'm really scared to fight this war without you by my side"

Remus let out a breath, looking at you with a soft but sad look.

"Oh sweetheart" he cooed.

He pulled you against his body into a hug that you immediately returned, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist for comfort.

"We've already lost daddy. And i don't want to lose you too" you murmured against his chest. "Please let me come with you. So we can help each other"

Remus glanced at the sky, as if waiting for Sirius to give him an answer on what to do. But when he felt your body tremble against his, he just knew he couldn't leave you alone.

"Okay" he said then with a small sigh.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away so he could look at your face, then wiped the tears from your cheeks with one hand.

"But always stay close to me, understood?"

You nodded, covering his hand with yours and rubbing your face against his palm as he smiled sweetly at you.

"It's going to be okay baby"

WHEN WE FELL, SOMETHIN' DIED

'CAUSE I KNEW THAT THAT WAS THE LAST TIME

THE LAST TIME

"Crucio!"

Before you could realize it, a huge rush of pain shot through your entire body and you fell to the ground screaming in pain. You felt your body burning as if it had been thrown straight into the fires of hell and Dolohov's sadistic laughter ringing in your ears.

"Don't touch my daughter again, you son of a bitch!" Remus yelled and with a flick of his wand he threw the Death Eater away from you.

Slowly the pain disappeared from your body and you breathed deeply as Remus' worried face suddenly appeared in front of yours.

"It’s been a long time since i heard you insult someone…” you murmured with a weak smile, trying to sit up. "Daddy would be proud of you"

Remus smiled back with teary eyes. And then, for the second time in your life you heard those cold words ring through the air.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green hit your father in the chest, causing him to fall backwards onto his back on the ground. And after you saw his body hit the ground, a frightened cry left your lips.

Dolohov started laughing out loud again and you turned to look at him in fear.

"And now it's your turn little girl" he said with a smirk pointing his wand at you.

You closed your eyes, waiting for everything to end. But it didn't come. Instead, another voice behind you shouted another type of spell and Dolohov was thrown away, neutralized.

You reopened your eyes and saw with surprise that it was Professor Flitwick who saved you. He looked at you breathlessly, but said nothing, simply relieved to have saved one of his students.

However...

You jumped up and ran towards your father's body.

"Dad!"

You kneeled next to him and placed your hands on both of his cheeks, cold as ice, trying to wake him up and turn him to look at you, but it was no use. His eyes were wide open and fixed on the sky. And inside them there was nothing left. They were empty and lifeless, just like Sirius' before his body disappeared into the veil.

"No..."

Your face twisted into a grimace and your eyes filled with tears.

"No no no... Dad, please..."

You began to sob and lowered your head until your forehead rested on his still chest.

Flitwick looked at you with a broken expression and lowered his head sadly. Everyone knew that war took a great toll, but it was always hard to see someone who was dealing with the loss of a loved one. Especially when it came to their parents.

So you just stood there crying over your father's body.

It wasn't worth fighting anymore. Now you had lost everything.

OH

OH NO

LET IT BURN

After the war ended and Voldemort was defeated, you locked yourself away at home, the adorable little country cottage you had shared with Remus and Sirius for years. You no longer had the strength to face the outside world, not without your parents, not without the two people you loved most in the world and who you believed would remain close to you forever. Without them you had nothing left.

Harry came to see you as soon as he could, knowing that the last thing you needed was to be alone. He had promised your parents.

LET IT BURN

Harry knocked on the door, but didn't expect to hear an answer right away. So after a few seconds of waiting he gathered courage and entered, then he closed the door softly behind him.

He saw you sitting on the sofa in the living room, still and staring forward, with your head full of thoughts. A cup of tea that had now become cold sat on the table in front of you, waiting to be sipped.

Slowly Harry sat down next to you and looked at you sadly, but he said nothing. He couldn't say things like "It's okay" because nothing that happened was okay.

Finally, after a few seconds spent in silence you turned to look at him. Harry noticed the dark circles that had formed under your eyes and the thinness of your face. You were devastated.

"Every night…" you murmured. "Every night all i do is have nightmares about their deaths. I see nothing but their pale faces and their empty eyes staring into mine"

Harry reached out to your hand, squeezing it tightly to comfort you. You looked down at your hands and then up at his eyes.

"Harry…" you said, your voice shaking. "Y-You're not leaving too, are you?"

But Harry hugged you and you cried silently into his shoulder.

"Y-You are all i have left" you sniffled, sobbing. “Please, d-don't leave me too"

Harry shook his head and placed a small kiss on your temple, rubbing your back. "I will never leave you Y/n. I promise"

You nodded in relief. In dark times like those, you knew that at least you could still count on Harry. He was your best friend almost like a brother to you, especially thanks to the bonds that united your parents and his. You had grown up together and you couldn't bear the pain of losing him too.

"T-Thank you Harry" you said then pulled away from him and he handed you a tissue to wipe your nose. "I'm glad i still have you"

Harry gave you a small smile.

"I'm glad to have you too. I could never leave you alone after what happened to Remus and Sirius. I'm so sorry"

You smiled back, squeezing his hand. "I'm sorry too. Sirius was your godfather, we both suffered" you said and he nodded sadly.

You tilted your body to rest your head on his shoulder and he touched your head to his temple. You remained in that position for a couple of minutes, reflecting in the silence and comfort of each other.

"I have something for you" Harry then said and you lifted your head to look at him.

You saw him take something out of his pocket, a small object wrapped in a handkerchief which he then handed to you. You took it in your hand and looked at him confused, asking him for explanations.

"It's the Resurrection Stone" he said. "With it you can summon the people who are dead. Before meeting Voldemort in the forest i spoke with my parents and also with Sirius and Remus"

Your eyes opened slightly. You didn't know anything about it.

"I promised them to always be close to you and that's what i intend to do" Harry continued. "And i know that you and them didn't have the chance to say a final goodbye, but with this you can tell each other everything that you couldn't say before their deaths"

You thought you had ran out of all the tears you had in your body, but you felt your eyes becoming shiny again but you managed to keep yourself from crying again.

Harry gave you an encouraging smile and, looking down at the object in your hands, he helped you remove the handkerchief that wrapped it, thus revealing that small stone with immense power.

You stared at it for a few seconds, trying to realize Harry's words. Then he put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately and then stood up from the couch.

"I'll give you some time alone" he said simply and then he left the living room.

You watched him go then you looked at the stone again for a few more very long seconds, until you took it with one hand, turning it between your fingers. Your parents had told you the story of the Deathly Hallows, but you never believed you would touch one with your own hands. Could that little stone really make you see your dead parents again?

You closed your eyes and gripped the stone in your fist. Begging with all your heart that what Harry had told you was true and not some stupid false hope. Seeing them again even just for once was everything you wanted most in the world.

And then, suddenly...

"Sweetheart"

Your eyes snapped open with a gasp and you jumped up on instinct, almost slamming your knee into the coffee table. Until you saw them.

They were right there standing in front of you. And their appearance was the same as the last time you had seen them.

"Dad…" you whispered, setting your eyes on Remus, who gave you a sweet smile.

Then your gaze fell on Sirius next to him and the first tears you had tried to hold back in front of Harry came out of your eyes when you saw him again after all that time.

"D-Daddy..."

Sirius gave you the same smile as Remus and raised a hand towards you.

"Hi baby"

You sobbed and quickly walked towards them, lifting one arm so you could take his hand and squeeze it as tight as you could. But when your fingertips only touched cold air and passed through his palm like an arrow, your heart sank.

You slowly lowered your arm, clenching the fist that wasn't holding the stone and your parents looked at you sadly.

"A-Are you really here?" you murmured, your heart pounding.

The fear that it was just a dream, no actually another nightmare and that they would've disappeared at any moment was eating you up from the inside.

Remus took a step towards you and raised a hand so he could rest it on your cheek. He wanted with all his heart to try to clean the tears from your face, but all you felt was just a cold sensation on your skin.

"We're here darling" he replied with a sad smile. "Don't be afraid, we won't leave"

You looked at him with red eyes and sniffled, wanting nothing more than to hug them and feel their sweet caresses on your head.

"I missed you" you sobbed. "I missed you s-so much"

"We missed you too baby, more than anything in the world" Sirius said with tears in his eyes. "You have no idea how sorry we are for leaving you alone"

"You've suffered so much, my love" Remus continued, a couple of tears falling from his eyes as well. "Please, forgive us"

You shook your head weakly, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your sweater.

"I-It's not your fault" you tried to say. "It's just that... T-That..."

Your legs suddenly gave out and you found yourself kneeling on the ground at their feet.

"I can't do this without you" you whimpered, trying to cover your face with one hand. "I can't, i-i can't..."

Remus and Sirius quickly crouched down in front of you and exchanged broken looks. They would have given anything to be able to hug and stroke you even just one last time, wanting to comfort you in every possible way. But cruel fate had broken your family and there was no turning back.

"P-Please…" you continued to sob. "Please come back to me... I b-beg you..."

"Honey" coed Remus in a strangled voice. "We would love to be back with you, but you know this is no longer possible. We're sorry. We're so sorry"

Sirius lowered his head, continuing to listen to you cry with his heart breaking at every sob and Remus trying to whisper sweet words of comfort to you.

After minutes that seemed endless, you finally calmed down. The last tears came out of your eyes and the last sobs echoed in the living room.

"It's been a while since i've seen you" Sirius said, placing both of his palms on your cheeks and looking at you with a tender smile. "Look how you have grown. You are so beautiful my sweet daughter, just like your old man. Which is me by the way, but Remus is not that bad either"

Remus playfully rolled his eyes and you smiled slightly embarrassed, whispering a soft "Thank you", not feeling how Sirius' thumbs were stroking the skin above your cheekbones.

"Can i ask you something?" you murmured, looking from one to the other.

"Anything, darling" Remus replied without hesitation.

"Does it hurt to die? Did you suffer?"

Sirius gave you a smile, removing his hands from your face, while Remus resisted the urge to brush your hair behind your ear, like he used to do.

"It's easier than falling asleep. You feel nothing, i can assure you"

You nodded, relieved that they were okay. Then you looked down at the stone still clutched in your hand.

"You know, there are a lot of things i wish i could have told you before you died" you said with a faint smile, looking back at them. "For example, that i am so happy to have had you two as parents and that i have loved every single moment that i lived with you. I loved flying with daddy for the first time on his broom. I loved when dad read me bedtime stories before going to sleep. I loved baking Christmas cookies with you and i loved watching cartoons on the tv that dad bought from the muggles. I loved the nights we spent cuddling in your big bed when i was afraid of the dark and those spent healing dad's wounds after the full moon. I loved the day you welcomed me and we became a family. I love you so much"

Your parents looked at you with tender smiles and shining eyes.

"We love you too sweetheart. So much" Sirius said.

"We will always love you to infinity" Remus continued. "And we will always be proud to have you as our daughter"

You saw that their hands were intertwined and it warmed your heart. You were happy that even in the afterlife they were still together. You knew that the love that united them would never separate them.

"It's my fault you guys died" you murmured, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry"

Sirius shook his head with a smile.

"Darling, i would sacrifice my life countless times to save your life and Harry's. So don't you dare say it's your fault anymore, am i clear?"

"And i couldn't let that crazy Dolohov hurt you" Remus said then.

"Oh yeah, i heard the way you insulted the bastard. I'm proud of you Moony" he said, making you chuckle lightly, knowing that what you had told Remus before he died was true.

"What we want you to know is that you shouldn't blame yourself for something WE decided to do" Remus said solemnly, looking into your eyes. "Because we would do it again and again if it meant saving your life. This is what a father does for his daughter, okay baby?"

You felt your free hand get colder and when you looked down you saw Sirius's clear one covering yours. You looked at him and he gave you a smile, nodding in agreement with everything Remus had said. And you nodded too, muttering an "Okay" back. At least now the guilt wasn't gripping you anymore.

"Sweetheart" Remus gave you a small sad smile. "I know this will be very difficult for you, but you have to be strong and move forward. You can't stay locked in the house forever"

Your smile fell from your lips and you shook your head weakly. "And how can i do that? Without you i remain alone..."

"Hey hey, don’t say that" Sirius said, leaning towards you. "Darling, who said you're alone? You still have Harry, Hermione, Ron and all your other friends"

"And you were never completely alone" Remus continued, smiling at you. "Daddy and i always stayed with you and watched you fight, you know. You just couldn't see us"

You looked at them with big shining eyes.

"Really?"

The two nodded and Sirius raised a hand to point at your chest, where your heart was.

"We are always here, my love. And we promise that we will never leave you. Understood?"

"You don't have to be afraid. We will stay by your side, no matter what happens" said finally Remus.

You nodded, smiling and sniffling and then you raised your pinkie towards them.

"We'll stay together?"

And they wrapped their pinkies around yours without hesitation.

"Always"

From the kitchen, Harry heard the promise you had exchanged and smiled, glad that he had managed to put your heart at peace and free your mind from the darkness and nightmares that haunted you.

Knowing you, he knew you would probably want to give him the stone back, but Harry knew you needed it more than him. And he and your parents would've helped you move forward.

i'm kinda proud of this one so please let me know what you think^^

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Vulnerability

pairing: ex!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mildly angsty bc y'all broke up before, rough sex kinda, sex with feelings, y’all broke up and he’s back (surprise, surprise), unprotected sex, creampie, possessive gojo

notes: once Satoru is in love, he is in wholeheartedly. you are never getting rid of him <3

“Say it again, baby,” Satoru drawls, drunk in the pleasure that you’re providing as you glide up and down on his impressive length.

“I love you,” you whisper, just like old times as your hands rest on either side of his neck, keeping his ice blue gaze fixed on your face.

A lazy smile spreads across his handsome face as he guides your hips, his long fingers tightening around your flesh.

“I missed that. Missed you,” he whispers back, words that you’d never thought you’d hear. Not from this man.

It’s been months since he walked out that door. Since you told him to get the fuck out of your life and never come back. He was petrified of commitment and that wasn’t a secret to anyone who knew of your relationship well enough.

“I love you,” you say again, earning you a groan from a man beneath you.

“I love you too, gorgeous,” he replies, nearly stopping your steady rhythm, but the feel of his glorious cock keeps you going.

“Say it again,” you echo his words, desperate to hear those words after months of his denying you of the pleasure.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you, baby,” he breathes out. “I fucking mean it too,” he growls quietly.

His hands nearly bruise your hips, fingertips pressing into your skin when he starts holding you as tight as he wish he would have before. When he was too proud and too scared to just utter the words that roll off his tongue so easily now.

“I need you. I fucked up and I know it,” he pants, easily flipping the two of you over so that he lumbers over you.

He props himself up on one hand and catches your jaw in the other, using a firm but gentle grip to keep your half lidded eyes fixed on him as he keeps driving into you.

“You’re never gonna get rid of me, baby. I can’t imagine a life without you and I won’t. I won’t fucking do it,” he snarls, the sound a delicious noise reverberating between your two sweat slicked bodies.

“Satoru,” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I mean it. Your pussy feels fucking amazing choking my cock, but that isn’t why I’m saying this,” he promises, never missing a beat as his impressive length pummels your poor, abused pussy.

“Satoru!” You cry, hand wrapping around his wrist, your hand so small in comparison to his.

“That’s it. Keep crying for me. Keep saying my fucking name. You will only ever say my name when you feel this good. Do you understand me?”

You nod, staring up at him, fighting the need to screw your eyes shut and the pressure in the depths of your core threatens to snap and ignite your entire body on fire.

“Good,” he grits out, teeth clenched as he doubles down, railing his rock hard cock into you, rushing you towards your finish.

All you can do is hold the fuck on as he sends you flying, soaring up into the heavens as you howl his name. Only his name. The only one you ever wanted to leave your lips as you enter complete and total, all encompassing bliss.

“Fuck,” he sighs, a shiver rocking his body as every muscle in his imposing form tenses and he breaks with you.

He grunts, his body flexing right as something in him snaps and he continues bullying his dick into your pulsing walls. They hug him so tight he feels like he might black out.

For a moment, he swears he does. His hips cast forward on their own, forcing him impossibly deeper as his tip knocks against the deepest part of you, spilling his seed inside to claim you once and forever as his and his alone.

Both of you are lost in a haze, but nothing has ever been more clear to the man panting in your ear. He needs you. He cannot live without you and he’s only sorry that it took him so long to admit it.

That’s why he showed up at your door tonight. Begging for you to just let him in and hear him out. That’s how you ended up right here, desperately trying to suck air into your lungs while your nerves scream and sing in response to every little touch that he offers your overstimulated form.

“I love you,” he reaffirms, the words a soft whisper against your collarbone as he trails his lips across them.

“I love you too,” you whisper, still in disbelief that you’re able to add the little ‘too’ on the end of that sentence.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t say it before, but I’ve always felt it. I’ve always needed you,” he swears, collapsing beside you to bundle you into his arms.

His gentle lips pepper kisses across your scalp, your forehead, and your temple, slowly trialing across your face.

“I missed you. I mean that too, baby,” he says with more conviction than you’ve ever heard leave his lips, his voice shaking with emotion. “I will never leave you doubting that again. I swear. I fucking swear it.”

You’ve never seen him like this. Never heard his voice with anything other than pure, radiating confidence imbued within it. Now, his voice quakes. His tone is full of tremors and uncertainty, something that is foreign to the one who has always known himself as the strongest. Weakness had no place in his words.

But with you, he is weak and he knows it. He has always known it and just never spoken the words aloud, but if it means keeping you. Having you, he will gladly break down those walls to keep you within them. He will build them back up to keep you here with him forever. Where you belong.

“I love you. I was scared and I can say that now. I was too petrified then. Afraid that I’d lose you somehow, but I went and did that anyway and I would do anything not to do that again,” he whispers, his nose nudging against your cheek.

“I’m yours, baby,” you whisper back. “I have always been yours for the taking. I’m not going anywhere.”

Relief washes over him as he holds you tighter, his spindly fingers dragging across your spine.

“I won’t let you,” he vows, holding you close enough that you believe he’s trying to mold you directly into his body. Into his ribs.

Straight into his heart, which you have no doubts that you now know belongs solely to you.

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[hyuckswoman]

your doorbell rang and you thought you might be the unluckiest person alive because you were ever so close to a mental breakdown and not in the mood for whatever stood opposite of your door. “mark?” you ask seeing him on your front porch “saw your tweet, brought burgers and i’m here for a chat” he says coming in before you could even invite him. wayyyyy too comfortable you thought.

“it’s fine mark, don’t worry” “no it’s not, do you not want to talk about it? because if that’s the case then i just came here for burgers” “no i do but you’re not my therapist shouldn’t always vent to you like you have other things to worry about” “well it’s crazy you say that because i like it when you vent to me as i know you're not keeping it in AND it shows me you trust me enough to be vulnerable, so you will spill while we eat okay?”

“so what’s up?” mark says while setting down his burger back in it’s wrapping

“jisung is making me lose my mind” you start pausing for a moment to sigh, hating the words that were about to come next “i thought i moved on, like sure we were really close and i liked him but i hate it when people think i’m stupid and like ghosting me from nowhere? like it pissed me off so bad and today we get to do this thing with our group project partner right? and so we needed to team up and work on this assignment and he barely even fucking glanced my way and sat on his phone the whole time???? i had to do the assignment on my own” you say getting worked up recalling today’s happenings “damn he couldn’t have helped you?? sounds like he sucks” your best friend inputs “even if he paid attention i don’t think he would’ve been able to help, today’s assignment was on a section he struggled… UGHHHH i hate that i even remember that about him!” you say throwing yourself onto your couch fully committed to this mental breakdown. “and like after i handed the assignment WITH HIS NAME on it i was fuming like i was so pissed and so i angry texted him and part of me wanted him to either ignore me or i don’t know like be mean?? like he was originally but NO you know what he did?? he APOLOGIZED and then told me he MISSES ME like oh my god why would you do that to meeeeeeeughhhh” you finish dragging out the me “and the worst part is, i don’t know why it affects me so much but it does” “why did you reply?” “I didn’t, just closed the app and went home trying not to cry and then you showed up” “listen, i don’t think you’re going to like what i’m going to say but maybe it affects you so much because you liked him more than you think?”

“well that is pretty obvious like, i went from hating him to tolerating him to seeing and talking to him 24/7 so yes i figured that if i’m so upset about this is because he was a better friend than i thought of him” “no, y/n that’s not what i mean… i mean maybe you like him, as i crush i mean…. do you?” “i’ve never thought about it hold on this is a whole new thing we need to unpack oh my goooooooooooood” you say kicking the pillows on your couch. this was bad

so after a good hour and a half of unpacking every. single. conversation, interaction, glance, text, mention of this man you’ve ever had in your life, you turned to your best friend and said

“i hate you for making me realize that i have a crush on park jisung.”

34. bad

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notes: in case anyone cares… i did not go on that date and i am no longer talking to this man… all that in two days 😝😝😝 trust that one day i will go on a date tho..

also a friend (kinda) of mine wants to meet up (i haven’t seen this man in like three years and we were never really friends) and lord i hope i can bring other people bc i am not seeing him alone! i am wayyyy too awkward for this

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[yesimwriting]

pleaseee write smth about that fight between Felix and reader

a/n i've been thinking about this scene for days so when i saw this ask i got so hyped

warnings: reader being AFAB/female is plot relevant (reader's father has always wanted a son), implied emotional/financial parental abuse (not described in too much detail), potentially inaccurate portrayal of early-ish 2000's phones bc i was a toddler during their oxford era, hurt/comfort

we're getting into reader's background!!

itallic texts = from felix, bold texts = from reader

There's a scratch embedded into the dark mahogany. It's small, no wider than something you could make with your finger nail.

"How's your food?"

Your attention shifts towards the ceramic plate that's almost covering the dining table's only blemish. "It's good," you mumble with a slight nod, fork instinctually jabbing at a piece of food without you even looking at it. "Yours?"

"Great," he hums casually, cutting into his steak. "Part of the reason I picked this hotel is because of the restaurant. The visiting chef's a guy that I met in New York when he was looking into financing an international expansion of his franchise."

You bring your utensil to your lips. "That's cool, daddy."

The comment only strengthens the question that's been silently ebbing at your mind since your father first suggested lunch. Why did he order room service instead of taking you to the hotel's restaurant? Your dad has always loved the ambiance, the leisure of sitting in a nice restaurant.

"Is that why you're in town?" You reach for your glass, taking a sip of your drink before continuing. "To finalize something with the chef?"

He sets down his knife. "That and a few other business arrangements that needed to be checked on." He pauses, shoulders relaxing. "And to see you, too, Ace. It feels like it's been awhile since we talked."

Your lips quirk into what's almost a smile. When your father called to let you know that he'd be staying near Oxford for work and that he wanted you to visit, you had been apprehensive at first. Your mother was cautiously supportive of the idea.

Things with your father have been relatively stable recently. He liked the way no university seemed off limits to you with your grades and extracurriculars. He loved the idea of a daughter studying abroad at Oxford (which, is part of the reason you seriously considered Princeton for some time). And he's been drinking less. Part of that whole reborn, second marriage to a late-20-something methodist thing.

"Yeah, dad," you agree, as sincerely as you can manage, "It's been awhile."

"You know I'm friends with one of your deans." He doesn't give you a chance to reply. "We had coffee together, and he told me you're on track to finish in the top 10%." Rumors about the top percentages had been circling around Oxford for the past month. Still, it's relieving to know. "Congratulations, Ace."

This time, your smile meets your eyes. "Thanks."

He smiles, a flash of something practiced and charming. "When I get home, the first thing I'm doing is picking out a gift to send to you."

"If you need time, you can always wait and give it to me over the summer."

The infamous summer. Your mother is going to be spending most of the summer volunteering for an organization that brings counseling to children that have survived traumatic experiences but can't affording therapy. Your father suggested that you stay with him for a little while so that you wouldn't have to spend an entire two months in an empty house.

He stretches an arm like he wants to pick up his fork, but decides against it. "I--I want to tell you something." His tone is softer now, almost hesitant. "But you have to promise not to cry."

You try to swallow around the lump in your throat, body familiar with the command. "Okay?"

"I don't know if this summer's going to work out the way we talked about." He taps his fingers against the surface of the table. Your eyes lock on the scratch marring the wood. "Things have gotten complicated."

"Complicated?"

Your father sighs. "I'm sure you've noticed Christine's not here." You can't bring yourself to react at the mention of your step-mother's name. "She isn't in--she isn't in the best condition to travel." The tapping continues. "Christine's pregnant. She's due in early June, and she isn't having an easy time. I think it'd be best to not do anything that could potentially be stressful."

Oh.

"It's a boy."

Oh. A boy. With his perfect wife, in his perfect penthouse on the Upper East Side. Of course. Of fucking course.

You can't breathe right or thing of the way you're supposed to react. All you can do is stare at the scratch. At the only thing that indicates that anything bad has ever happened to the table.

"You promised you wouldn't cry." The words feel far. "You look too much like your mother when you cry."

That seems to force you back to earth. Any and all reminders of your mother must be eradicated in his presence. "I know. I'm not going to cry." You blink once, hand moving to wipe away tears you refuse to let spill. "Congratulations."

He's quiet for a moment, pressing his lips together, before finally settling on a perfunctory, "Thank you." After a beat of silence, he continues, "Were you planning on staying tonight? I was thinking of flying back early, but I can--"

"Oh, no," you shake your head once, "I actually have a lot of homework, so it's probably better for me to get back."

Your father nods, "Always the academic, Ace." He pushes his seat back. "If you're done eating, I can walk you to the lobby and have my driver take you back."

"Yeah," you push back your own seat and stand, "Sounds good."

The two of you reach the front doors of the suite. "Hey," your father starts, "Why don't you travel this summer? That's all I did during college breaks. I'll pay so you can do it up right. You should go somewhere with a friend. Paris, maybe. You two always had fun as kids."

You nod once, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yeah, daddy, I'll ask Paris about what she's doing this summer."

"Good." He pauses at the door, reaching into the pocket of his slacks. He pulls out his wallet and counts out a few bills. "Here. A pre-gift." You hesitate. "C'mon, top 10%."

Your mother's voice rings in your ears. He won't change, you might as well take the money. You stretch out a hand, forcing a smile as you take the cash. "Thanks."

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Stupid. You're so fucking stupid.

You really thought you'd be there all weekend. You really thought Christine would let you into her home for longer than a day or two.

And the pregnancy thing? That--that's going to get back to your mom in one way or another if you don't tell her. And hearing that, hearing that your dad's finally getting his son is going to kill her.

It's all you've been thinking about since you got back yesterday afternoon. After mumbling a halfhearted explanation to your roommate, you changed into some pajama shorts and a giant T-shirt that you only realized was Felix's after the fact and crawled into bed. You've moved as little as possible since.

Something near the foot of your bed buzzes, snapping you back to the present. You flip the phone open, immediately noticing three text notifications. From Felix.

hope ur weekend's going better than mine

lovie

i feel abandoned

Despite your angst, you smile to yourself before sending a response: it's been one day.

After a minute, there's another text on your screen: so it's a crime to miss u. You roll your eyes, fondness pooling in your stomach. how are u doing.

The second question, though sincere, forces you to spiral. You want to be honest. You don't lie to Felix and he doesn't lie to you.

But, everything comes with exceptions, and making sure no one finds out how tense things actually are with your dad is yours. Before you two got close, it felt too private, and once you finally did, a few comments from Felix's friends made you feel like the worst thing you could do for your friendship was let him see any kind of darkness.

It's not that he'd judge you, he'd just want to help you so badly that it'd take over everything else. Farleigh's made it clear that Felix loves a charity case. And you don't want to be that. You won't let your dad take that from you, either.

You want to say that you're fine, maybe text a comment about things being a little awkward because it's no secret that your mom took care of you after the divorce. But lying about being on campus feels like something that could easily morph into something else.

Felix, who actually has enough of a social life to pull sleazy moves like that never has. i'm sick. came home early.

ur back!

why didn't u tell me

i'm sick, can't hang out

are u ok

do u need anything

Guilt prods at you. You've been texting him on and off since yesterday and never mentioned that you came back early. Felix is always so good to you. But, you're in no place to see him. no just need rest

You shut your phone. You're not sure that saying you're sick is enough to keep Felix away all weekend, but it could be enough to keep him away tonight. It's Saturday night. He'll have plans.

And tomorrow, you'll feel better. More stable.

"I have some time before I'm supposed to go to Jake's. I stole some bread from the dining hall." Nadia's offer is gentle. "Do you want to go feed the ducks?"

You wipe at your face. "That's a really nice offer, Nadia, but I'm feeling a little sick. Maybe when you get back?"

She frowns. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," you mumble, "I just need some sleep."

"You've been sleeping on and off since yesterday afternoon." Nadia hesitates, eyes darting towards the bathroom. She does need to start getting ready for her date. "Maybe you can call Felix later? It's Saturday night, you know there's some terribly exclusive, not meant for any of us ordinaries party he's dying to take you to."

The attempt at humor is enough to get you to roll onto your side. "Since when do you like Felix?"

To be fair, Nadia's never disliked Felix. Before you became friends with him, she had a bit of a crush on him in that way that all freshmen girls at Oxford do. After you started hanging out with him all the time, that crush turned into an awareness that fueled her worry. She's always implied her concern that he'd eventually hurt you.

"I've never not liked him," she mumbles, "I was just scared he'd break your heart, but, the last couple of times he's come over...something about the way he looks at you."

"So you finally accepted we're just friends?"

She walks towards the bathroom, "Didn't say that."

You roll your eyes, letting yourself rest on your back. You shut your eyes, trying to force out any thoughts of the outside world as you drift off.

The familiar creek of the hinges of your room's door pulls you back to reality slowly.

"Took you long enough." Nadia's voice. "All she does is sleep and mope. She didn't even want to go feed the ducks today."

"She loves feeding the ducks." Another familiar, much more moving voice. You manage to move, wiping at your eyes as you sit up.

"I know!"

You finally sit up, blinking your eyes as your vision adjusts. Felix. He's standing in near the foot of your bed. "Felix--I-I told you I'm fine. Just a little sick."

"Nadia called and told me the opposite."

You turn your head to glare at you roommate, who doesn't even have the decency to look ashamed. "You stole my phone and called him?"

"I had to," she defends. "All you do is sleep and cry, and you've been like this since you came back yesterday."

Felix's expression drops as soon as the final word comes out. Your eyes widen, head shaking as subtly as possible as if a too late warning will erase the sentence from existence.

"Wait," his voice is softer than you've ever heard it, "You've been back since yesterday and you didn't tell me?"

You swallow, unable to look away from Felix.

"I--I have to go." Nadia's announcement breaks through the stiff silence. "I'll be back sometime tomorrow, so um..." She turns away, swinging an overnight bag over her shoulder before disappearing out the door. You can't blame her for running out as soon as possible.

"Felix," your voice is low, gravely, "Darling."

"Don't." His eyebrows pinch together, sadness tinging his expression. It doesn't fit him. "Why--why wouldn't you tell me you were here?"

You sit up a little straighter, wiping at your eyes with the back of your palm. "I told you I'm sick. I'm not up for anything right now."

Felix is still watching you with that kicked puppy look. "That doesn't--" He cuts himself off with a sigh. "You know I don't care if you don't want to do anything. We can--we can just sit or-or talk, or read or--do nothing." Felix presses his lips together, "I thought you knew that."

You know he's right, and that makes it harder to look at him. Felix would have been a sweetheart about it. He would have let you mope, cry even, and he would've spent the entire time holding you. It should have been easy to tell Felix, instinctual...and yet...

Your eyes briefly shut. "I do." The admission's painful to get out. Some of your hesitation was over the way Felix reacts to tragedy, but the rest is something more personal. Telling Felix would have solidified it. Would have made that label of 'abandoned child' that you've always been so wary about permanent. "It's more than that."

"Then what is it?"

Sighing, you push yourself to the edge of your bed. "My head hurts, I need a Tylenol."

Your words and movements are drowsy as you push yourself to stand. Felix takes a partial step forward before forcing himself to freeze into place. It's hard not to help you.

"Then what is it?"

You push open the bathroom door. "I don't--I don't know." It's a weak attempt at dismissing the conversation before things go to a place that you can't handle right now. "I couldn't get the words out." Still can't.

You find the pill bottle you were looking for on the bathroom counter and start working at twisting off the childproof cap. "We tell each other everything eventually." His voice is dry, almost hesitant. "At least, I do. We trust each other."

Your eyes shut as you sigh, fingers briefly releasing the top of the bottle. "Maybe that's not trust. Maybe that's your life being so perfect there's nothing you need to keep secret."

The words come out in a rush, angry and sharp. Regret floods through you instantly. "I'm sorry."

"No." The syllable is hard. "No. You're not. Don't do that. Don't--don't start saying what you think I need to hear--or keeping in what you think I don't." There's a concerned anger there, an unfitting combination that you don't have the energy to decode. "What could be so bad you can't tell me? We know about Ollie's parents and that didn't change anything, did it?"

Actually, things did change a little. Oliver's broken home life seemed to only make Felix want to pull Oliver into his world even more. You hate thinking it, because it's insensitive and a little mean, but of course Oliver was willing to give Felix all the gritty details.

After the initial implications came out, Felix devoured them with the same silver spoon that was placed in his mouth at birth. In a way, Felix's desire to fix and ease pain brought them closer together. And it probably means more to Oliver coming from Felix than anyone else.

But your relationship with Felix is different. You don't want sadness and coddling to be what makes you feel certain in your bond with Felix. You want things to stay the same. You don't want to give your dad anyway to change one of the most important connections in your life.

"You have a big heart, Felix, and I love that about you." Your hand reaches for the Tylenol again. "But I don't want you helping me to become all that I am to you. I don't want to be a charity case." You squeeze your eyes shut, cringing at your wording. "And--and I'm not trying to say that Ollie's just a charity case, it's that--some stuff Farleigh's said and--" Tears are pricking the edge of your vision.

"You're more than that," he scoffs the words out like it's ridiculous he even has to say that, "Of course you're more than that, I thought you knew." He scoffs. "I--I don't just wait around for people."

You scoff, the sound almost a bitter laugh. "Oh--so now it's not about trust, it's about your ego. That I don't just sit around next to my phone, waiting for the Felix Catton to call me."

Felix takes a step forward, "It's not about that!" You raise your eyebrows, uncertainty leaving you frozen. Felix has never yelled at you before. "...It's not about that," he repeats, voice a more acceptable volume. He takes another step forward, his fingers finding your forearm. "You know how I meant it."

There's a tension in the way he's touching your arm. It's nothing harsh, if anything it's almost too soft. Hesitant. He's watching you with an intensity that pins you into place more than his actual hold.

You wouldn't be surprised by his anger, you're not even sure you'd be able to blame him for it, but that's not what you see when you look at him. You can't exactly read the look behind his eyes, but something about it reminds you of Nadia's earlier comment.

It's heavy. Too heavy for you to think about tonight. That's how Felix is. He's intense. All consuming. When all you do is blink at him, he lets go of your arm.

"Felix."

His eyes dart towards the ground, body angling itself away from you.

It's subtle, and not a direct dismissal, but after everything that's already happened, it's enough to serve as a final nail hammered into your chest. "I don't want things to change between us." You sigh, finally getting the pill bottle's lid to pop off. "Because I'm fine."

You force a smile, but there's a tightness to your features that makes it feel like a grimace. "It's not a big deal. So my dad asked me not to come home this summer, because his wife's pregnant and he doesn't want to 'stress her out'. I'm fine." You can feel the tears welling in your eyes. "Y'know it's a b-oy." Your voice cracks on the last word, a laugh or maybe a sob interrupting the single syllable. "So um...good for him, he's finally getting his son."

Felix is watching you cautiously, expression not quite sympathetic, but not relaxed either. "Oh my god, I have to tell my mom. And it--it's going to kill her." You gasp the words like the realization's just hit you, even though it's been on your mind since the beginning. "I don't know why I said that like I'm surprised--because I--" You laugh, the sound shrill and uneasy, "But it's whatever. I'm fine."

You nod once, as if that'll be enough to make you feel fine. Another sound comes out, this one a lot closer to a whimper. "I'm fine. I don't know why I'm being so dramatic. I'm fine. I'm--" You squeeze your arms around your waist, supporting yourself the way Felix usually would.

You're crying openly now, tears blinding you. This is pathetic. You need to get it together.

You're pulled forward with no warning, your body hitting something solid and warm. Felix.

His arms around you, firm and supportive. It's surprising enough to force a full breath of air into your lungs. For a moment, all there is Felix. You inhale again, and again, doing your best to hold the air in your lungs.

Felix's hand smooths circles against your back. He whispers soothing words that you can barely make out. Between that and the even rhythm of his heart, you manage to ground yourself.

"You don't have to be nice to me right now," you mumble into his shirt. "I was really mean to you."

He continues to trace patterns against your spine. "We don't have to talk about that right now."

"I know," you whisper, "I just--I don't want you to feel like you can't be mad at me."

He gently smooths your hair away from your face. "Can I be mad from right here?"

"Yeah." You sniffle once, letting your chin press into his chest so that you can look up at him. "If you want to."

"Then okay," he mumbles, knuckles running up and down the length of your spine, "I'll be mad from right here."

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