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magics-neptunes-things · 6 months

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Calm After Storm

Hi guys!

It was way too long since I didn't write for Leah, so here is a sweet little thing.

I'm so happy Arsenal won yesterday, even if I almost cry three times and had two hearts attacks. And of course I think about Frida, hopping she's ok :(

TW : Lover fight, Angst.

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Leah is intense. Always have, always been and that’s how you love her. You love how much she can be passionate about everything she’s doing. You love her love for football, for her family, for her friends. She is always here to help her relatives for everything. She’s here for her grandmother when she needs help for groceries, she’s here when her mother can’t walk their dog, she’s here to get her brother to the airport at 8 in the morning even if she played a game the night before, she’s here to support her teammates through injuries.

She’s everywhere she can be, at every time.

You, in another hand, you’re calmer. You’re a little shy and need some time to observe the people you don’t know before opening up. You are as affectionate and attentive to your loved one than Leah, but in a more discreet way.

Those differences are the meanly reasons of why you didn’t understand at first why Leah seems interested in you. You met her thanks to your friend Lotte and Leah took the time to talk to you every time you came to watch Lotte plays. When Leah did her ACL, she attends almost every game, and you talk a lot during this time. That’s where she asks you out for the first time, after having asking Lotte if you are into girls.

You said yes, obviously.

If you didn’t think that Leah must be interested in you, you were deeply charmed by the personality of the blonde. She’s funny, intelligent, great to talk to and you have a lot in common. And yes, you must admit that you find her unbelievably attractive. Like almost half of the population but hey, you’re just a girl.

Leah kissed you at your second date. She asks you at the fourth to be her girlfriend and introduce you to her family after six months of dating. Of course, they already have known about you. And you knew them thanks to the Arsenal VIP room. But it was the first official diner with the Williamson and relatives.

You are not living together for now, but you find yourself a lot at each other’s house. You love being at Leah’s, everything smells like her. But she loves being at your house too. At Christmas, Leah gave you the keys of her house and you gave her the keys of your flat.

You love her, a lot. And you know that she loves you back, even if those precious words were never pronounced to each other. At least you both know that you care for each other. A lot.

That doesn’t mean you never fight, to be honest. Not later than yesterday, you had a really stupid argument about something really stupid. But with Leah’s stress about football and her comeback and your proper tiredness thanks to your job, it was sometimes happening. Some means words were exchanged, and Leah ended up leaving your flat, slamming your door.

Stubbornly, you decided not to write to her. In your opinion, she was wrong, and it was even more wrong to leave the way she did. You were hurt a little bit too, by the argument and after by the fact that Leah didn’t call you or at least send you a message. Not the same night, not the day after.

Almost two days later, you still didn’t have talk to each other. You ask casually to Lotte how Leah is doing when you have her on the phone. But your cousin answers that she was Switzerland in your love life and that she didn’t want to be involved in anything. Unless it’s for marriage or children. So, basically, you don’t know how Leah is today.

You saw the video and the pictures posted by Arsenal’s admin on Instagram, but that’s all. You choose not to go to the game, not sure that Leah wants you here. It’s an important game though, so you decide to watch it on TV. Leah’s starting and it’s strange to see your girlfriend’s face on your TV screen. She’s focused, her glare well fixed on her face. Her blue eyes are piercing her opponents.

But that doesn’t help Arsenal to win today. It wasn’t a big loss, but it was a loss anyway. Leah seems particularly sad, and you feel your heart cracks. So, you decided to jump in a jean, in your car and to go to Arsenal’s stadium. Leah gave you a pass to access to the parking lot, so you just use it to get in it.

You know that Leah went to the game with Beth, so you’re not surprised not to see her car. But, when you get out from yours, you can’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable. What if Leah doesn’t want you here? Maybe your idea wasn’t as good as you thought at first. You almost decided to leave when Leah passes the door.

She’s looking at the ground, not listening to Beth or Laia Codina who are walking with her. The other blond spots you first and elbows Leah who looks at her. Beth then points in your direction and when Leah spots you too, she seems as surprised as she is relieved.

You don’t move, only waving shyly at her. She gives you a little smile in return, turning into Beth to says her something. You don’t know what it is, but Beth rolls her eyes and push Leah in her direction with her hand before mimic a kick in the ass.

“Hello” you say softly when Leah is next to you.

“Hi” breaths Leah.

You reach out to take her bag, putting it on the back seat of your car. Then you went to opens Leah’s door, but you cross her eyes, and she seems so upset that you can’t do nothing against that. So, you reach out to her again, so that she can grasp it this time. And, when Leah almost jumps on your hand, you take her delicately against you. She hugs you back, putting her face in your neck almost immediately.

“You played good” you whisper after some seconds.

“You weren’t here to watch” Leah objects, her face still in your neck.

“I watched you on TV.”

At your explanation, Leah pushes herself even more against you and you tighten your arms against her. No one like to lose obviously, but you’ve never seen someone with such an ability to take all the blame on themselves. You know that tomorrow, Leah would pass half of her day watching the game, analyzing her mistakes and noting them in her notebook. You hate that damn notebook.

“You still watched me?”

You can’t help but smile, hearing how small your girlfriend is when asks you that question. Leah Williamson, captain of England and Euro champion looks like a little girl right now. No one ever saw this part of Leah, or her mother only maybe. But you do.

“Of course.”

You could have tease her and answering that you wanted to watch Katie, but it wasn’t really the good timing. Leah takes a deep breath and release you, looking attentively at your face before trying another smile. You smile back and stroke her hair before nodding at your car.

“Can I take you home?”

“I’d love to.”

You don’t really talk during the journey to your house, but Leah captures your hand in hers almost immediately. She strokes your fingers and plays with your ring all along, looking out by the window. You let her, knowing with time that she needs some quiet sometimes to figuring things out.

When you get out of your car, you take Leah’s bag with one hand, your girlfriend’s hand with the other and go to the ascensor. In it, you can smell Leah’s shampoo and that’s make you smile. The blonde surprise your smile in the mirror of the ascensor and you just shrug. She doesn’t have the time to question you though, the doors opening just after.

“Do you want to order pizzas? Or I can go to Tesco to take you a ham sandwich if you prefer?”

“Nah, pizza is good Babe. Don’t worry”

You let Leah orders your diner, using this time to wash her dirty laundry before heading back to the living room. Leah had made herself comfortable, lying on your couch. But she stands when she spots you, making you frown.

“We need to talk. About our fight.”

You feel your face fall, hopping to never discuss your fight again. You hate fighting with Leah, and you hate the way you feel after. You were hopping that you can have like a silence contract to forget it. Plus, the We need to talk sentence is never really good. But Leah seems to understand really fast what’s happening in your head, because she takes your hand when she sits down on the couch again, taking you with her. You are almost sitting on her lap when she talks again.

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I don’t even remember why the fight start, but I shouldn’t have left like that. It was childish and I’m really sorry. Are you still angry with me?”

You shook your head negatively, relieved to learn that Leah doesn’t want to break up or something like that.

“No, I’m not. To be honest, the same night I was more sad to sleep without you than angry.”

“Why didn’t write me?” Leah asks with curiosity.

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer me and I was afraid I’d be even sadder.”

Leah sighs softly, stroking your back. Her eyes are looking at you with intensity and you bite unconsciously your lip.

“Do you want to know a secret?” Leah asks you soon after.

You nod, taking advantage of your position to cuddle against her. Leah puts her chin on top of your head, and you can hear her heart when she talks again.

“I was sad too. I was hopping you will come to the game but when I didn’t see you, I realize how much I fucked up. And after the game, all I was thinking is that I will have to deal with the loss all alone. Almost everyone was going home to their partner and mine was probably angry at me. I just wanted to go home and hide under the cover. When I saw you in the parking lot, I was thinking of the best way to apologize and get you back. I knew it was my fault, but it didn’t ease the sadness of it, it was even worse I think.”

“Don’t say that” you mumble “It was my fault too. We were both arguing.”

Leah hums and you look up at her before kissing her cheek. It was nice to know how much your presence means to Leah whether it’s during the games or at home. You love being here for her obviously.

“But we’re good now, right?”

Leah smiles, with her real smile and you feel your heart fluttered.

“We’re good, my girl.”

Then you kiss her for the first time since the fight and you get lost in your embrace. The kiss is sweet, tender and you feel like floating somewhere above the ground. Maybe your exchange will change in something more passionate if your pizzas weren’t already here.

You eat them in front of the TV, but still cuddling against each other. Leah finishes her pizza first and takes you more against her soon after. She kisses your cheek several times, not really interested in the movie she picks before. When you feel teeth against the skin of your neck, you decide to forget your meal to roll on your girlfriend.

Leah smirks, happy to have all your attention and catch your lips in an intense kiss. You whimper, surprise by the intensity of it but didn’t waist time to answer it.

“Thanks for coming for me tonight.”

Leah whispers it way later, when you were under the cover of your bed, almost asleep. The pizzas were eaten, you forgot the movie to better activities and after that you took a hot bath.

Leah’s body is warm against yours and you hum at first for only answer.

“My pleasure” you mumble, half-hiding your face in her.

You yawn and Leah start scratching your neck, just like she knows you like. You only need thirty seconds to fall asleep after that. Leah needs a little more time, but she watches you sleep to pass time. She knows she’s lucky to have you and she swears to herself not to leave you angry anymore.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #leah williamson #woso one shot #leah williamson x you #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader

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voxisdaddy · 8 months

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You

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Reader

Type: Angst

Featuring: A lil bit of Alastor

"I really wanted it to be you. So badly. Until I understood that you didn't want it to be me." -b00zell

“I really wanted it to be you”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Never in the decades that Vox has been in hell that he thought he’d find someone who just gets him the way you do. It almost blew him away. It’s ironic he’s asking but-were you hypnotizing him? No. Of course not. But no one could deny that you had him wrapped around your finger. And you barely had to do anything. You were just… you. The way you smiled, laughed, carried yourself, spoke, touched him, ect. Everything you did was just normal things and yet it seemed like it meant everything because it was you. He remembers one night when you showed up in casual clothing to a fancy dinner date. He remembers how embarrassed and apologetic you were-the name of the restaurant didn’t seem all that impressive at the time. And despite your initial worries that you embarrassed your perfectionist boyfriend that night, the cyan electric current that flashed into a heart shape from the tips of his antenna’s was enough to make you feel flustered for a completely different reason. Hell is forever. And since that night, he felt his forever with you would be the most enjoyable.

“So badly.”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ VoxTek and Vox’s status as an Overlord just kept growing and growing which meant things change. For the better-he thought. Of course his beloved wanted to see him be as successful as can be. But as the success kept going, the more your lives seemed to not matter as it once did before. Weekly date nights turned into monthly date nights. No longer would you go to bed together and wake up either entangled in each other’s limbs or one of you snuggling into the other. Good morning kisses before he leaves for work? Yeah… good luck catching him before he’s out the door. Home cooked meals? Sweetheart-why bother when he can just order the highest quality meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? His mood swings worsened-if even possible-and soon coming home to a partner that’s already sleeping would just make him more agitated. Marriage was casually brought up by Velvette-something about wanting to make wedding dresses for an upcoming fashion show-he doesn’t quite remember. His inner fans were working hard in his head as the thought of you in a wedding dress kept him deep in thought. Perhaps rings binding you two together legally would reunite some spark. Yes. Surely it would!

“Until I understood,”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It was some dumb argument. Something small and meaningless. But the stress and constant work days Vox faced paired with your loneliness and bitterness that started growing however long ago seemed to have erupted. Things were said. Tears were shed-mainly from you. When things calmed down, Vox foolishly thought you’d be in his arms all night as you had makeup sex just like all the times previously-wait what do you mean you’re done? Their was no more shouting and tears that night but everything remained tense and heavy. Very bitterly and painfully Vox huffed as you packed a bag. You’re not serious. You’ll come back to him and everything will be okay.

“that you didn’t want it to be me.”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It had been several years. For months he tried everything to win you back until one day you just vanished. That was impossible. He had cameras everywhere in the Pride Ring. He would have noticed. An extermination wasn’t due for months at that point so you wouldn’t have been taken. What happened? One day Alastor showed up after being gone doing god knows what. Vox was of course angry about Alastor but couldn’t help and be filled with little rejoice when he finally saw you on his monitors again. That was rather short lived when rumours spread that Alastor had taken a lover and had spent 7 years on honeymoon with them. You know… Vox is incapable of crying, at least in the typical sense. His head wouldn’t allow it. So then how come seeing that ring wrapped around your finger make him feel like he could do the literal impossible?

“I really wanted it to be you…”

I hope I did okay for my first one lol. This took longer to come out than I thought it would. I’m only a smidge over 24 hours so it still counts right, RIGHT?!???? I’m kidding. Thanks for reading!

💕🌸

#Hazbin Hotel #Vox x Reader #Hazbin Hotel Vox #Hazbin Hotel Vox x Reader #Angst #Vox HH

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22ayla19 · 10 months

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Arthur Bryan x reader

Your brother always gets into trouble and you always have to heal him to the best of your ability, but no matter how you look at it, you still have to learn and learn to heal. Being Jiwoo's sister, over the past six months you realized that you would only dream of calm days. Either a fight, or a kidnapping, or something else. Not enough nerves...

Kartein was scared when he saw you, you looked so exhausted. He already healing you out of pity and sympathy, although later, having learned about your healing abilities, he became a kind of mentor for you.

After your brother was healed, you could already go to the academy, which you did too, since you were also a student, but apparently even at the academy it would not be calm, since students from the World Academy of the Awakened Ones showed up there and caused a commotion.

“Will I be able to at least someday not worry and live this year calmly?..”

In subsequent events, the best newcomers of Korea fought with students from the World Academy, and your brother also intervened, which made everyone shocked, including you.

He managed to fight with Duke Grane, came out victorious, and then Cain Luterain joined the fight.

When the teachers saw you, they immediately prepared a sedative and water, you never know what will happen to you.

Well, Jiwoo came out victorious everywhere, although in the battle Cain fought as Kayden in the form of a cat, so in fact, it was not your brother who fought with Cain there, but Lancelot with Caseinate Natria.

After all this turmoil, you and your brother met Arthur, who was very glad that he had a draw in the battle, unlike others.

- You know, Jiwoo Seo, your sister is beautiful. If there was an opportunity, I would marry her,”-Arthur said with a sly smile.

- Given my condition, it’s surprising that you found me beautiful,- you answered the future womanizer.

- There’s nothing surprising here, you’re really beautiful. If we had met under different circumstances, I would have asked you out on a date. Do you mind if I find out your phone number?

Perhaps it was very unexpected, but you still gave him my phone number. You didn't expect anything from Arthur. Just because he flirts with you doesn't mean anything. And he didn't seem bad.

“If there had been other circumstances, we would become friends.”

Time passed and you met Arthur again at the World Academy. He didn't leave any chance to flirt or get closer to you, which your friends clearly didn't like, but that didn't stop Arthur from continuing to get closer to you.

Well, he managed to make you fall in love with him. He didn’t achieve this for selfish reasons, he just fell head over heels in love with you. At first it was just sympathy, but after many correspondences and phone calls, he realized that he fell in love like a fool.

Almost before leaving, he confessed his feelings to you, although he understood that his family was unlikely to approve of you, but he didn’t care. Until the time he lost his arm in the battle with Duke.

Then Arthur felt very lousy. It seemed to him that after this loss you would no longer love him, you would be disappointed in him, but... how wrong he was.

After Arthur’s conversation with your brother, you understood that the younger Bryan was depressed after all the events and, having warned your brother, you went on the first flight to Arthur.

To say that he was surprised is to say nothing. Although his depression spoke for itself. He seemed to be glad that you came to see him despite the distance, but he felt as if you had personally come to part with him.

- Why did you come?

Well, you understood what he was getting at and immediately knew what to answer him.

- You think that after everything that happened, I’ll leave you because of some loss, don’t you?

- . . .

- If I wanted to break up, it would be better if I stopped writing to you, calling you, asking about your well-being. Doesn’t the fact that I came to you personally from Korea itself mean that I care and worry about you?

Arthur looked into your eyes. In them he could only see the care that you want to give him, something that he really lacks now. Taking a few hesitant steps, Arthur hugged you, thereby showing how much he was grateful to you.

It doesn’t matter that he is no longer the heir of the Bryan family, the organization cares too much about reputation. The most important thing for him now is that his true love is next to him. He doesn't need more.

- Please... stay next to me forever... you are my only support... the only one who understands me without words... words cannot describe how much I love you...

- I love you very much too, Arthur.

#eleceed x reader #eleceed #arthur bryan #arthur x reader

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lonesome-witching · 1 year

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The World Can Know

I have gotten the request to write a celebrity AU by @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh based on this post by @autismbarbie (I think). And I have to say I absolutely loved that post so much that I was a little excited to write this.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

It had all started with a drunken tweet. She shouldn’t have been drunk. It was only 2 pm and she was supposed to be working. But she had finished the last song for her album, and somebody had pulled out a bottle of champagne and now she was sipping lukewarm beers in the recording booth and scrolling through twitter.

It was then that Robin Buckley saw a picture of Nancy Wheeler. It wasn’t that she had never seen her before, she had seen Nancy everywhere. A couple of days ago, she and Steve had gone to see one of her movies. And Robin had returned the next day to watch it again. So, she knew of Nancy Wheeler. She had seen her all dolled up in movies and on red carpets. She had spent an embarrassing long time staring at her in that flowy top with her dark red lips at the Paris fashion week just a few nights ago.

The only difference was that all of those times Robin hadn’t been drunk, and therefore had been able to refrain herself from making her tiny obsession public knowledge. But this time as she noticed the picture of Nancy Wheeler in a simple blue shirt, purple cap and sunglasses walking in New York, the same streets Robin walked every single day, she was drunk.

Her fingers were typing out the words before her mind had registered them. Her thumb only hesitated a second before posting the tweet.

Literally dont FUCKIGN talk to me if u r not Nancy wheeler btw!!! dont even say hi i’ll be pissed

She regretted that tweet that same night when a text from Steve told her to check twitter. The memory of her own embarrassment came flooding back and the only reason she opened her account was with the pure intention of deleting the entire thing. That was her intention until she noticed the notification. It was a simple reply, just a simple hi with a smiley face behind it. The main reason Robin nearly went into cardiac arrest was that it was from Nancy freaking Wheeler.

Talking with Nancy had been surprisingly easy. They had hung out a few times, going for walks after dark and eating take out in Nancy’s luxurious apartment. Robin had even invited Nancy to the recording studio after a mix up with the vocals forced her to drop everything. They often talked until the early morning hours, laughing and crying like kids at their first sleepover.

Now that Robin was able to see Nancy in real life it became obvious that the pictures and movies didn’t do her justice. That she looked best when she woke up with her hair all messed up and her eyes only half open.

It also became obvious that Robin was falling in love with her. Robin had difficulty not staring or stuttering when they hung out. She would always trip over her words whenever she tried to give Nancy a genuine compliment. And when Nancy returned the favor her cheeks would heat up and turn bright red. The words ‘I’m in love with Nancy Wheeler’ might as well have been tattooed on her forehead.

As the months crawled forward Robin and Nancy hung out more and more. Even when Nancy had to go to LA for some promotion material for her newest premiere, they called every night. Robin would listen attentively to Nancy chattering about her day as she stayed up way too late talking the other girl to sleep.

It almost felt like they were dating. Almost.

Robin tried her best not to dream about that possibility. After all, she had already gotten way too lucky to have her idol in her life.

Robin checked her phone for the thousandth time, waiting for a reply from Nancy. But as her screen lit up, she saw nothing but her lock screen. It had been a mere 9 hours since she last received a text from Nancy. She could survive 9 hours without Nancy. She had to.

Robin checked her phone again when the doorbell rang out, echoing through her too empty apartment. She dropped the phone on the couch and got up, shuffling to the door. On the other side stood Nancy Wheeler, her hair wet and dripping raindrops on the floor.

“It’s raining,” she stated as her eyes stared into Robin’s face.

“Nance? What are you doing here? Come in, come here.” Robin pulled her in, nearly hugging her. “I’m going to get you a towel… And— and some dry clothes. You should shower. I thought you were in LA.”

“I just got back. I— Robin, I need to speak with you.”

Robin stopped running around, a pink towel in her hand that nearly dropped to the floor as she saw the expression on Nancy’s face. “Okay.”

“I—” Nancy frowned. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Maybe at the beginning,” Robin offered.

“I don’t know if there is a beginning. And I’m hoping this isn’t the end. I just feel like there is middle. Everything has been the middle. I can’t start at the beginning because there isn’t one. There is just you.”

“Me?”

Nancy nodded, taking a deep breath. “There is just you. And then there is me. And I’m hoping you and me could be an us.” Nancy’s teeth were digging into her bottom lip and Robin worried she’d draw blood.

“What are you—” Realization dawned on her. Nancy’s doe eyes and nervous expressions might have not been enough, but her words were clear. “Oh.”

Nancy nodded again, barely. “Do you think—”

“Yes. I like that. I’d really like to be an us.”

Nancy’s lips turned into a bright smile as she closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.

“I wrote you a song,” Robin said about two weeks after their first kiss.

They were laying in Nancy’s bed, cuddling and kissing. It had been heavenly to be cooped up in Nancy’s flat the entire day. It had been marvelous to sink into her mattress and feel her lips all over her body. And now Robin was enjoying the warmth of her girlfriend.

“You wrote me a song?” Nancy asked with a soft voice.

“I did.”

“That is so sweet.” Robin could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.

“I was hoping you would be in the video.”

“I would love to be in the video.”

They had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until the video came out. Which Robin knew, logically speaking, wasn’t very long. It was supposed to be released in less than a month time so it would align with Nancy’s premiere.

But Robin was ecstatic about her new situation, and she had lasted about 3 days after they had agreed. It had at first been a slip of the thumb. She had taken this adorable picture of Nancy and couldn’t not post it. Maybe she could have used a more ambiguous caption than ‘gf reveal’ but she had slipped up. It was Nancy’s fault for being so cute.

It was only when no one believed her that she kept going, that she kept tweeting about Nancy and her dating. Not that it helped.

“They still don’t believe me. It’s insane.”

Nancy laughed softly. “At least I know it’s true.,” she said as she pulled the phone out of Robin’s hands and crawled onto her lap.

The premiere of Nancy’s movie was scheduled for Friday. The music video was going to drop Thursday. Robin smiled as she thought about it. But tonight, on this beautiful Monday evening, Nancy was curled up into her side as they watched the Late Night Show together. Nancy was on this episode and when she was announced Robin cheered at the screen, much to her girlfriend’s amusement.

“So, we have to ask, is there anyone special you are taking to the premiere on Friday?”

“Well, actually, there is,” screen Nancy answered, and Robin’s eyes widened. “I’ll be taking my girlfriend, Robin Buckley.”

Nancy’s arms tightened around Robin’s waist. “So, I may have told the world.”

“Yeah,” Robin replied, nodding at the screen, not even registering the reaction from the audience.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Nancy looked up with those soft doe eyes.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m delighted. I’ve been talking about it for ages now. All I wanted was you and for the whole world to know.” She lowered her face to press a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic

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summercreolefanfictioner · 2 years

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Will you please make headcanons of Subaru and his female bestfriend falling in love with each other? thank you in advance~

wow you all sure love falling in love with besties au huh? okay wish granted tho I made it modern college au cause the og lore doesn't do the plot justice

and yes this can serve as the side story of kanato's modern college au plot

ps. listen to the song while reading for a better experience

scream at the top of my lungs || subaru x female bff s/o (modern college au)

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[aka mutual pining]

yes, you and Subaru have been best friends ever since high school, then came university and despite the difference between courses, he would still go fetch you after classes or accompany you whenever your break hours would meet

it was obvious to anyone that you two like each other but the thing is Subaru has been going on and on abt not wanting to hurt you

he's been dealing with the angst of his existence after finding out his mom was his dad's first cousin, and that he used her to gain a position in his wealthy company

but he would give you these mixed signals like he wanted to be that shoulder you can cry on; even willing to go on dates with you at the nearby cafe

loving him was like late night drives under the city lights as you listen to grunge pop rock songs

and you always end up teasing him bcos subaru is a soft cookie in romance

you laugh at his cringy ass face bcos it was pink everywhere and he didn't like it one bit, but he was willing to try anything just to be with you

yeah anything except take a step towards a committed relationship with you

ofc you two talked abt it one day, you even mentioned that you were tired of pining and pining for him and that you wanted to take this relationship to the next level like "I am willing to accept whatever issues you're dealing with, Subaru. Just... just give this relationship a chance."

"... Y/N, I... Can you give me time?"

that's why you two were stuck in this endless waiting game, with you hoping that Subaru would come to a conclusion and just get it on already!

we like slowburn stuff but not so sloooooooooow

it wasn't until you two were walking home then you saw how Ayato was caring towards Yui and how he even boasted she was his girl that you finally made a stop and asked him again

"Subaru, what are we? What am I to you?"

ofc this Sakamaki car is still conflicted, his inner turmoil resurfacing in the form of fear while trying to be considerate of your feelings

but to you, that face is already his answer

"I can't accept half-baked feelings from you. Not anymore."

you two didn't talk after that

like you spent days crying over that fvcking guy and he just went incognito mode like what happened you two didn't even exist

jerk

so you went on with your life, busying yourself with university papers and school org duties; you even got used to the fact that he doesn't wait for you to finish before he walks you down the station or straight to your home

you thought maybe deep down he really didn't feel the same way you do

more like he couldn't feel the same depth

it took like a month and half until the university held its own cultural festival

apparently you were the assigned panda mascot for the student council bcos you lost at rock paper scissors

so when it was finally time for a break, you took off the mascot head, wiped off the sweat on your forehead with your elbow, and when you turned around, it was Subaru fvcking bby car jerk Sakamaki

I swear you almost gave in

only for you to realize he's with the triplets for fvck's sake!

like what a good day to ruin

Laito was even making fun of you the nerve

but you decided not to pay them mind even tho you could feel Subaru's stares on you and went on your merry way

it was better this way, for you at least, cause it would be harder for you if you talk to him

so you were almost near the stairs when you heard someone yell

"Y/N, I LOVE YOU!"

and the world stopped spinning for a moment, everyone in the hallway pausing momentarily from their actions to watch everything between the two of you unfold

you thought it was just your weird imagination playing tricks on you... until Subaru was quickly nearing you and holding your hand

"Are you deaf or what? I even yelled I love you across the hall!"

and that's when reality hit you

oh no

OH NO-

so you dashed off while dragging him until you saw an empty room where you two entered; even made sure to lock the door so no one could interrupt

"What the heck was that, you idiot?!"

"Can't you tell? I just confessed my feelings for you!"

"I know that! But why in the hallway? And with many people there?"

"Because you kept on avoiding me, you idiot!"

"I was not."

"Pft. I even tailed around you all day while you're doing that silly panda dance of yours."

"W-W-Wha-???!!!"

you two started bickering again like the old days

but this time, there was something different in the air

it was another silent affirmation of a new couple

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nccrum · 1 year

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Arafune/Ouji 🧢👑 ? 👀

Oo, an interesting pairing indeed. I don't believe they have any canon interactions together but that just makes it more fun.

Ouji's attention was drawn towards Arafune whenever Kitazoe was talking about needing a tutor. After that moment it seemed like Arafune's name was floating everywhere in this life; first he heard it from a few members in class gossiping about Border Agents in their school, then it was Hiyami talking about a cute soccer player from the Prep School, and it finally ended with Murakami mentioning that Arafune was his Mentor.

Ouji couldn't help but look up his name whenever he was alone, and damn did he like what he saw. Arafune was definitely Ouji's type: rugged-looking, jacked, and a Border agent.

The first time they meet is when he's meeting Murakami for a study session and when he gets a look at Arafune, he can't help a smile forming on his face.

Whenever they eventually get together, everyone in their friend groups thought that they wouldn't last and that Ouji just wanted some arm-candy. As the months went by however Ouji became completely smitten for Arafune.

At first Arafune didn't even realize that they were going on dates until Inukai mentioned that going to the fair and going to restaurants alone while Ouji held his hand was not just 'friendly'.

Despite that, Arafune liked Ouji and actually relished in all the physical attention he got. He didn't consider himself someone that needed a lot of attention, but once Ouji gave it to him he realized how touch-starved he had been.

Arafune goes through different hobbies in waves and tried to get decent at them before moving onto something else. During these hobbies he would send waves of Instagram posts and TikToks to Ouji about what he was hyper fixating on that week.

Ouji liked that Arafune had a bunch of different hobbies and Arafune would also drag Ouji to different events and explain everything to him, while Ouji would just smile and nod, enjoying how much fun his boyfriend was having.

Ouji also liked that Arafune was very smart and capable of having real conversations with him. With his ex-boyfriends he had to dumb himself down, which really took a toll on him mentally but with Arafune he didn't need to (and Arafune would call him out on it if he tried).

Ouji has nicknames for everyone else but he likes saying Arafune's name instead of anything he could come up with. He says it has a nice ring to it and that not much else could top it.

Arafune is the type of dude that doesn't realize he has a boyfriend until he already has a ring on his finger.

#world trigger #tetsuji arafune #ouji kazuaki #world trigger headcanons

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jj30ngk · 1 year

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day 77/77.

the wait is over.

and you might think “omg he finally came back, you saw him??” and the answer is no. its almost the complete opposite. its like if he went further away, like of i lost him more than i already have. maybe even forever this time.

on july 31st. i saw a photo of him holding someone elses hand. on a date with someone.

i cant even explain the feeling i got the second i saw that photo. its like my heart dropped. it started beating so fast, i started crying almost immediately.

but the thing is, i cant even be mad. i defenitly feel disappointed, upset (?). but i cant. we were both single. we are single. i kissed two different people, because i just wanted to forget about him. but the craziest thing? its that the girl that he was with, was a name that came up on his phone a lot. one time this person was spam calling him, and he said it was his brother.

and the weeks before he left, he was calling her to ask about his visa. and i feel stupid for not knowing, because i was so blinded, because i trusted him that i actually didnt even care that he talked to other girls, because his love felt real. i dont even know if i should call it love, but whatever feelings he showed me during those 40ish days, felt real.

i wasnt even planning on watching the instagram stories. i even told myself “no phones one hour before bedtime” because i havent been getting the best sleep. but a part of me told me to look, because it wouldnt hurt, right?,,, well here we are.

now, i felt sad. i cried, i shook, i had my little anxiety moment, and i vented to my best friend. but in the end, nothing even matters, because we arent together anymore. and what we had wont ever work out.

i actually even felt happy this morning. i was smiling and singing along to music. because i actually felt free in a way. i feel like if i finally was able to let go of that hope that he gave me for almost two months.

no more waiting. no more hoping. now we actually know we can move on without feeling bad or missing him. and as much as i hide it or feel happy, a part of me admits to hurting. because he was able to move on so fast. i dont know if this is a distraction, or a reconciliation, it seems like that though since they were in contact when we were together.

the second i saw that photo, i also started to regret everything, questioning everything i put myself through. the countless blogs i wrote about him, the days i talked about him on my snapchat memories, the clothes i saved in bags so that i could conserve his scent. the flowers he gave me, dried but still in the vase... it like i spent months just counting the days till he came back, for nothing... so in a way, i would like to think that i was meant to see that photo.

i also had the urge to block him, everywhere, delete everything. and i did, i deleted every photo, i privated the playlist i made him and i blocked him from seeing my stories. i didnt completey block him, because he also doesnt know that i know.

but anyway. the end. the wait is over. im free to continue my healing process. it does feel like if im starting from zero. also today marks 4 weeks no contact. but i am so upset and disappointed. what do i even tell him when he tells me hes back? i cant tell him i saw that photo, because i wasnt even supposed to know his friends accounts anyway.

but as much as i know now, i dont think i will be going back with him.

goodbye, p.

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a-heart-thats-healing · 2 years

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Things... Things have happened.

Okay, so it's been a minute, like usual. There are a few women to update you on. Before we do that, we need context.

It's December 23, 2022, but we all know that I consider it the night before until I actually fall asleep, so in my books, it's December 22, 2022 right now. It's raining (quite randomly) at 5:00 AM, which makes this the most opportune time to write. It has been some time since I have actually written on tumblr and that's because I was expecting to export the blog to a site that was more stable. That hasn't happened yet. Because there has been so much time since the last post, let's try to update you to the best of our ability.

Valerie: Where to even begin. It's been over two years since we have spoken. I am doing my best to not reach out to her. She doesn't need me in her life. She just doesn't. Doesn't make it any harder to write and delete messages to her. I have gone onto Instagram to write a message to her, but always delete the entire thing without sending it. It's honestly embarrassing how often I have done this. I need to stop before I hit send by mistake, for example, trying to catch my phone as it's falling (because I'm clumsy) and then *BOOM* sent. I keep seeing things that remind me of her: her literal first name popping up everywhere (autocorrect, dating apps, people following my socials), mannerisms that people do, reminders from a unexpected photo or sentimental item that I thought I had gotten rid of. Trying to forget is impossible. ______________________________________________________________ Continuation 5:55 PM, Dec 23, 2022

Now, after rest, a clear mind, and not being intoxicated, let's continue this. I'm not going to continue writing about Valerie after that intermission as I've been trying to distance her from my mind, as hard as it is. Let's talk about what has been going on with dating since the last update which was on March 21st, 2022. There have been dates, there have been interactions, and there's been a lot of personal growth. Let's speak about the romantic interests I've had, but I probably won't touch on everything since there have been quite a few months between then and now. I'll write in the order from most recent to the oldest. Squeekers: So, Squeekers is someone that I matched with on a latin dating application. I definitely wasn't expecting to start talking to her, but she's a very pleasant surprise. We started talking last week starting on Saturday, December 17th. She's not my typical romantic interest because she is about 10 years younger than me. When I saw her on the dating app, I just looked at her profile pictures (thought she was cute), read her profile (thought it was funny), and decided to swipe on her based on that. She was traveling on a trip up north when I got her telephone number. Since we've been talking, there's been a lot of topics that we've touched on. Some of the biggest things we've spoken about are the 1) age gap (life differences, how that would affect introducing each other to family, and a lot of jokes), 2) being open and vulnerable about things that have happened to us, and 3) already some hurtful experiences. Let's dive into each of these.

The obvious elephant in the room is the age difference between us. She's a lot younger than women I tend to speak to, which means that there are some things that we just don't see eye-to-eye on and cultural differences. Some of these differences are things I don't quite see the appeal to, but I'm trying to not be so critical because I tend to compare dates to my idealized perfect partner. Onto family, I think that would be a big hurdle for us to overcome because I just don't see either of them accepting the relationship. It could be very impossible to convince either family that this would be a good thing. There have been some funny jokes about our ages. She has been calling me old man and I like to play around that I'm geriatric and going to need my walker. I don't mind the age difference and she doesn't either, but it'll take a lot of work to get through it.

A day or so ago, she told me that she thought we should just be friends. I started getting defensive and withdrawing like I do many times whenever someone rejects me. I started being an asshole by saying that I'd been talking to other women (which I wasn't lying about), which caused her to also get defensive and say to go talk to them. I ended up telling her about my childhood trauma. I didn't want her seeing me, but she decided to FaceTime me anyway. I was crying because of...

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Flash forward to March 10, 2023

I've been talking to Squeekers for some time. She's just not the one for me, by a long shot. There's so much that I just downright don't like/want for a partner, but she's at least fun to have a casual friendship/flirtationship with, but I can't imagine it going any further. Since talking to her, I've been on a lot of dates, but it's getting difficult to find any time for myself that isn't being taken up by women trying to date. I'm just trying to keep things casual until I find someone that I'm 100% into. I've had a few women that have rejected me, but that's really all a part of dating. Of course some of those people are ones that I wish I could've continued with, but honestly, this just gives me more time to work on myself until I find someone I can't live without. BTW, currently in Honduras to see family and there has been interest here and I've gone on a quick casual date here as well. It went well I should be seeing her again tomorrow during the small gathering (today since its 4 AM). Let's see how it goes.

#valerie #exwife #dating update #relationship update #love #relationship #dating #women #squeekers #time travel #more like procrastination

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lexinympho · 3 years

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Indulgence

[NSFW, MDNI]

Kunigami Rensuke x f!reader

Summary: Rensuke convinces you to let him play the role of a good boyfriend when you're on your period.

WC: 9.3k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff (Rensuke is boyfie goals), a sprinkle of angst, smut (unprotected sex [wrap it before ya tap it] shower sex, vaginal fingering, mentions of male oral receiving, service dom Rensuke I guess), blood (obviously), a crap ton of inner monologuing, possible incorrect usage of semicolons

A/N: First time posting a fic in a while, and first time posting smut ever. So don't expect much😎If you saw this posted 3 times already, you didn't. You saw nothing.

Rensuke never considered himself the type to be into period sex, but there's a first time for everything.

Well, rather than not being the type, it's more like he never felt strongly about the idea, and he always took into consideration how you would feel. He heard one comment from a girl in class a while back and used to think that most women wouldn't be on board with the idea of period sex, reasons ranging from the potential mess or just a dislike for blood in general. He didn't completely understand the stipulation of guys not wanting to do it (especially after hearing certain conversations in the locker room), but he also knew where it stems from. Now that he's older however, he's well aware of the women who desire to have sex when on their period, once again a result of him coincidentally being around to hear the conversation (or someone having little to no TMI about their interests).

Rensuke personally feels he's neutral on the matter: he'll indulge his lover if given the opportunity to do so, but would also refrain from any intercourse during that time of month if denied. He has no problem either way.

It took him until a year after having asked you out to realize that he'd start singing a different tune.

When you were on your period during the early days of dating him, you tended to be a bit distant. Not in the sense that you avoided his mere presence, but you felt like he wouldn't want to be around you when you're...bleeding everywhere (you had to reassure him at first that you weren't trying to discreetly leave him). You soon confessed your worries over bleeding through your clothes near him, the possibility always having you on edge and checking behind yourself. With some reassurance and persuasion, Rensuke was able to extinguish your unspoken disquietude and be as close as possible to you.

Touching you in some ways took a while to happen. Of course you'd let him hug or hold you in certain positions, but anything further required mulling over on your end. He would see you on a few occasions trying to relieve the ache of your breasts and offered to do it himself, but you naturally shot him down the first time he asked. You eventually gave in after some time of him looking like a kicked puppy, and that effectually granted him the chance to rub his warm hands across your abdomen when you have cramps.

Then there's the time you accidentally bled on the sheets a little. He'd grown used to seeing you flustered, but that time you awoke to see the small mess you left behind exceeded his expectations. It was quite the sight watching you pull on the sheets while he's still on them and profusely apologize with each tug. You attempted to put a towel underneath yourself the next time you laid down with him, but he promptly threw it to the side and remarked that he doesn't mind cleaning the sheets for you. He made sure to tack on, It hardly ever happens anyways (which is true), so there's no cause for concern.

You still fervently push him away when it comes to bathing or showering together when on your period, a decision he respects but found a part of himself wishing you didn't come to. To be fair, you only started to feel completely comfortable doing something that intimate with him at the 6 month mark of your relationship, and sex was but a thought until a month afterwards. Now however, Rensuke could feel himself slowly getting restless the more you evade anything further than cuddling, particularly when it's clear as day to him that you're craving more intimacy. When you start to feel needy and initiate a kiss that becomes more heated by the second, Rensuke attempts to grind you over his hard-on, but you'd put a stop to that and give him a blowjob or handjob, maybe intercrural once or twice. You basically leave yourself high and dry while you satisfy him for a week's time.

He never thought this would turn into a problem (?) since it only occurs once a month, and it's not like this has plagued his mind way back when you first went further with him (that didn't start until 3 months ago). He figures it has to do with bottling up his frustrations over the whole ordeal. He felt it inappropriate to tell you something like, "I'm upset we're not sexually active when you're on your period," primarily after you've repeatedly made it apparent you don't want to.

But he's a grown man with desires that aren't being totally satiated, one of those desires being your own pleasure. It certainly doesn't help when he recalls that one time he accidentally heard you in the bathroom tending to yourself as though he were unavailable to help you. Even outside of when you're feeling horny, he heard that sexual activity does have its health benefits when you're on your period, and he's made it his lifelong journey to relieve you of any pain or stress you're going through. Rensuke treasures the moments when you're honest with him and making it known what you are and aren't okay with, but he just as equally treasures the moments when you let him take care of your every need and don't hold back.

He'd rather not seem pushy, but it seems that telling you he "doesn't mind" regularly translates to "I don't really want to, but I'll do it for you" in your brain.

He finally decided on a more direct approach one evening when you both were sat at the couch watching movie, bellies full from the takeout meal you ordered beforehand. You were snuggled up under his left side and unconsciously rubbing your hand over his thigh ever so slightly, internally driving the 6'2" man crazy as his interest in the movie began to dwindle. It didn't help that you were wearing one of his shirts that swallowed your small frame with a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants. That coupled with the focused look you wore on your face gave him an ultimately adorable image of you he could never grow tired of.

He waited a moment to collect his thoughts before asking out of the blue, "Can I shower with you?"

You were intently watching the movie the moment it began, so it took you a few seconds to jump in place at the question and swiftly respond with a question of your own, "W-Why?"

He looked down at you and said, "We've showered together before."

"Not when I'm on my period." You kept yourself facing the TV, not daring to look at Rensuke's face lest you give in too easily, and added, "It's unpleasant."

"I don't mind. Besides, it's not like you can help it."

You took a moment to relish in the feeling of his arm around your shoulders, all the while acutely aware of his thumb rubbing your shoulder in a comforting manner. It tears you up a little everytime you say no to your gentle giant of a boyfriend, but you can't help thinking that he'll be put off at the mere sight of blood. Even though he says it never bothers him any other time, you worry that he'll change his mind when it comes to him actually doing it.

Rensuke seemed to be able to read your mind as he swiftly pulled you from under his arm and placed you on his lap. You yelped at the sudden change of position, the blush you donned at the start of this conversation darkening upon feeling Rensuke's half hard member under you. "Ren-"

"Sorry."

"Eh?" Despite your current bashfulness and urge to avoid his gaze, you kept yours on Rensuke at the sound of his apology and saw the conflicted look he's giving you. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself and asked, "W-What are you apologizing for?"

He pulled you closer by your hips and proceeded to bury his face in your neck as he explained, "For asking so much. I know you'd rather not do anything right now, but I don't like when you walk on eggshells for my sake."

You tried to ignore the pleased feeling that ran through you from his actions and said, "I-I know, but...it's...I dunno. Shouldn't it bother you at least a little? I mean..." You trailed off upon hearing Rensuke mutter something quiet enough for you to not hear over your own voice and inquired in a low voice, "What did you--nh!"

He cut you off with a bite to a sensitive spot on your neck (being sure to lick at it in apology) and spoke up moderately louder with a warm face, "...I want to." I might've overestimated myself for assuming I could say that smoothly. He clears his throat and presses on though, "It won't bother me, I think I made that clear with how many times I've said so. If anything, I'm bothered you think I'll be averse to your body over blood of all things."

"..."

At your lack of response, he was ready to give up for the night and tell you to drop it for another time before he felt you lightly tug at his hair, forcing him to look up and be met with your lips eagerly meeting his. He didn't take long to reciprocate, pressing you closer but being sure not to put pressure on your tender mounds, and reacting accordingly to your tongue prodding at his lips. This increased appetency of yours would've caught him off guard before, but he'd long since grown used to how easily you get turned on before and during your period.

You parted from his mouth with a pop and watched as a string of saliva kept you and him connected. He watched as you blinked to attention to clear your mind and say in a small voice, "Sorry. For making you repeat yourself so much."

It's a bit tough keeping his head on right after that kiss, but he responds, "It's fine. I feel better when you aren't just going along with my every wish and actually feel up to it instead after thinking it through." He then flicked your forehead in a lighthearted manner and said, "Though I don't like when you start thinking too hard and get the idea that I don't know what I'm signing up for."

You pouted at his words, but fixed your face and accepted the truth to them. You feel silly, but you're compelled to still ask to be sure, "You...really don't mind?"

"Really."

"...Really really?"

"Really really." That assured answer coupled with the soft peck he landed on your forehead was enough to crack down on your walls of insecurity. Funny how you were being so stubborn for the longest and yet Rensuke managed to get you to break. You couldn't find it in yourself to be at all upset though upon seeing the tenderness in his auburn eyes you'd become so familiar with. A part of yourself was getting frustrated with your reluctance anyway, so that could very well be another reason for your compliance.

"...N'kay..."

"It's beneficial for you anyways since it increases bloodflow and-"

"Really?" You cut him off with a pout that fails to hide the smile underneath.

"What? Showers do that."

"I know that's not what meant you pervert." Most people would never guess he's like this with how respectful he behaves.

He snickered and responded affectionately, "It's fine if we don't do anything, but you are in the mood, and don't think I forgot those cramps you complained about at the start of the movie." He'd be lying if he said he was totally fine with doing nothing, his hard-on poking through his shorts can attest to that. But he'll gladly go along with whatever you want. The fact that you agreed to the idea of a shower in the first place is a big enough win in his book.

You looked around with a hum to mull over your choices, only to shortly come to a decision with how your hormones are basically screaming at you to do something about the heat between your legs.

"...Fine."

Though it took him a second to piece together what you said 'fine' to, Rensuke showed his elation over your agreement in the form of 3 quick pecks to your lips.

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For the both of you, the process of making it to the shower is a bit of a blur, but you vividly remember Rensuke asking if he should look away while you get undressed. It felt kind of embarrassing being asked that, but you were thankful; you weren't trying to show him the literal crime scene that took place on your pad. You were skittish trying to figure out which way you wanted to face, and Rensuke watched your little dance show as he stepped in with you. Cute. His intention is to let you set the pace or change your mind about letting him touch you down there if it isn't okay, but watching your thighs squeeze together upon seeing his stiff cock has him wanting to take over. That was enough right there, but no sooner did he catch a dribble of blood dripping down your thigh when you began washing yourself.

You're killing me. He spent a fair amount of time washing himself as a form of distraction, with the occasional moment of looking at you cleanse yourself, until you asked if he needed help getting to his back. He said yes faster than he could ever kick a ball 20 meters across the field, and silently thanked you for not calling out his avidity (even if it is with reason).

Rensuke more or less zoned out during the procedure to relish in your small hands running across every inch of his skin, hyperaware of the kiss you gave to his right scapula after having finished. He didn't let you even consider asking for his help when he immediately turned you around and started returning the favor. He may or may not have slid his hands across the sides of your breasts at one point (a massage, he reasoned).

The silent atmosphere you both unintentionally cascaded the bathroom in was broken when Rensuke spoke up, "(Y/N)."

You gave a hum in question, throuougly relaxed from his ministrations and the warmth of the water, but your breath hitched as you felt his hands began to roam a bit lower. He let go of your figure a moment later to turn the water off, to your displeasure, but your line of sight was then directed to him pointing towards the bath stool in the corner of the shower.

"Could you..." He started to say, but glanced away as a bit of timidity seeped in when he glanced away. He feels like his mind regressed back to the first clumsily time you two had sex. It's not as though he feels awkward, not by a long shot, but there's that familiar sense of his nerves getting to him out of excitement.

His current state gave you enough confidence to make your way to the stool and sit down, already having a vague idea of what he wanted, though you registered upon sitting that the hardest part was spreading your legs for him to see the view you'd been hiding from him for the longest. You know he asked for this and you agreed to it. And you'd seriously be lying on yourself if you said this didn't excite you (because it really does). But you linger on the concern that you'll get so caught up in your delirium that you'll become none the wiser of his unease and he'll just force himself to deal with-

Rensuke moved forward to kneel in front of you before you started to clam up on him, placing his hands on your knees and wordlessly commanded 'Relax' through the look he was giving you.

It's something how this man can placate your heart and simultaneously make it beat 100 times a minute. You fumbled with your hands as you wondered what to do with them, opting to settle one on the stool while the other stayed covering the lower half of your burning face.

He took that as a go ahead and coaxed you into opening your legs for him, you sliding down a bit to give him a better view. He didn't bother hiding the shudder that ran throughout his body when he finally saw your pussy. Sure, he's seen it a good number of times by now, but the bit of redness he sees around your entrance is really doing something to him. "Pretty..." he muttered under his breath before pulling your puffy lips apart with his thumbs, shamelessly groaning as your clit twitches and a drop of blood pushes it's way out of you.

Is it bad that I'm finding all of this hot?

If so, he couldn't care less. He's used to seeing blood whenever he or someone else got hurt playing soccer, but he figures the biggest difference between that and what he's experiencing right now is that it's you in all your arousal.

All for me.

He already knows he's too far gone to take his time like he initially wanted to. He was already worked up before coming into the shower, so it's no surprise that his restraint is considerably low.

"Ren..." You whined from above, blinking your glossy eyes and getting fidgety from the concentrated look he's directing towards your womanhood.

"Shh, just let me take care of you, pretty girl." He didn't waste any more time and gently ran a thumb over your clit, biting his bottom lip at the positive jolt your thighs gave, and began rubbing slow circles over the bud. He still had your lips spread, so he got a perfect look at your tainted slick flowing out like a stream in response to the stimulation you so desperately craved. He caught himself staring for a little long and forced himself to look away from your cunt to take in the blissed out state you've fallen into. Your body was fairly tense at the start of this, but now your hips buck uncontrollably while your face depicts the pure ecstasy you're currently experiencing. He could see you'd been biting your lips, so they looked kind of puffy when you opened your mouth to whisper out, "M-More..."

His thumb unintentionally began moving faster at the observations he just made and he almost slowed back down until you reacted strongly to the pick up in speed and cried out, "Th-Thank you~"

"I should be thanking you." He said with a breathy groan. He felt his pulse pick up at the thought of you trusting him enough to do this for you. Heck, this whole situation has his heart doing somersaults, and he's not 100% sure if he's feeling water or precum drip from his dick right now. He can deal with that later though. Right now, he needs to see you fall apart for him, which he knows won't take too long given your body language and nonstop whimpering.

He applied more pressure on your clit and hastened his circular gesturing on the swollen point of pleasure as he let his mouth run, "Is this good? C'mon, baby girl, tell me." It's a pointless question when you're leaking this much, but he likes hearing you say it.

He memorized how many changes your expression went through to formulate a response, "Good, i-it's so good! 'm gonna cum-"

"Oh yeah? Be a good girl and cum for me." He requested in one breath.

Your orgasm finally hit you in waves and gains strength with each movement of Rensuke's thumb, seeking to drag your pleasure out. He shook his mop of orange hair to snap himself out of his mind when your knees began quivering, removing his thumb so as to not drag your pleasure into a territory of pain. The soiled nectar that trickled out of your convulsing opening has him gritting his teeth and running his hands along your thighs to ground himself. Keep it together.

His pep talk was cut unbelievably short when you moaned out his name. He watched your worn yet peppy expression as you asked in a low voice, "Can you...um..." You paused to collect your words and gathered enough courage to finish the question, "Y-Your fingers. Can you...put them in?" You clenched your eyes shut in embarrassment, squeezing out the small amount of tears that gathered at your waterline from the orgasm. With the way your shoulders curl in on you, you seemed as though you were preparing yourself to hear Rensuke say no. When has he ever?

With an exhale (and a silent 'thank you' to the deities above), he started dragging his index finger around your entrance and said in a raspy yet taunting voice, "You want me inside pretty girl? Your pussy look like it's practically begging to be filled."

You let out something akin to a sob as you whined, "Please, I need you!" You couldn't bring yourself to be concerned about getting blood on him, your need to feel something inside is your main priority.

He's wholeheartedly whipped for your begging, a fact he rarely speaks of out loud but most certainly makes known thanks to the adoration in his eyes. Well, that, and him saying, "Good girl."

The sweet spoken praise sent a wave of heat straight to your core and elicited a whine from you.

He finally pushed his finger in and nearly lost it with how little resistance he was met with, the mixture of blood and juices providing him with a more than adequate amount of lube for how tight you are. Then there's your insides, God help him, you feel hotter than usual. He can just imagine how this would feel on his dick.

Well, he thought to himself, that's if she'll ever let me go that far. His mind went off the rails at the mere thought of that one as he maneuvered his finger to slowly work you up.

After a few hardly contained moans and a sultry "Mm, so good..." fell from your lips, he saw you moving your hips the slightest bit closer. "Ren~" You needn't say or do more to get your message across, though a part of Rensuke wanted you to beg more. He slipped in a second finger and moaned with you the deeper he went, biting his lip as his fingers mingled with the mess inside of you for a minute.

Speaking of going too far, he wouldn't tell you this (at least not for a while), but there are certain scents you always give off when you're on your period. It's weird to explain, let alone understand, but he now knows where one of those scents come from: the very oasis that resides between your legs. He can feel himself getting a high from it just from inhaling as he moves both fingers in and out of you, his mouth watering at everything your walls leave behind on his fingers.

I wonder how it would taste-

He pushed the thought aside for now, feeling that may be a bit much this soon and should be discussed another time. He feels bad for getting so into this when you're the one he's supposed to be focused on. But at the same time, the sounds your pretty little cunt makes are way too good, and he can tell you're getting close from how you're dripping all over his hand and the stool beneath you.

He's glad this is just as enjoyable for you as it is for him.

You could faintly hear Rensuke's groaning over your own noises and the fuzziness that threatened to make your mind go blank, but you saw stars when he added a third finger and curled up to hit a sweet spot. "Oh God, oh-" You grabbed at his shoulders for purchase while you lose your mind at the immense pleasure he's giving you is, and you can hear (and feel) the sloppy noises your pussy is making. The combined feeling of him working his magic on your insides and outside causes your back to arch a bit as a few tears ran down the apples of your cheeks. "HN, R-Ren, I-I'm cumming again--OH!"

"Let it out doll face. Cum for me, shit, y'look so pretty." Your legs threatened to close, but were held open by Rensuke as your mouth forms an 'o' while pleasure washes over you for a second time. Your hips repeatedly jolt in place when he continued to pump his fingers in you and flick your abused bud, dragging your orgasm out longer. He only stopped his assault on your clit when you weakly attempted to push his hand away from it in your daze, but still selfishly kept his appendages mobile to massage your velvet walls.

He watched you eventually come back to Earth to catch your breath, cooing at your shiver when he pulled his fingers out and essentially unplugged your pussy. It usually doesn't feel great when everything comes rushing out like this, but somehow knowing that Rensuke caused it to happen made you fall in love with the sensation.

You wiped the tears from your face while Rensuke got up to detach the shower head to rinse you off. Before he could do so, your eyes landed on his dick, which looked excruciatingly hard (and enticing) with how his veins appeared more prominent than normal and the how flushed the shaft looks the further your eyes travel upwards. Your eyes then widened at the sight of his balls, appearing heavy from how much cum has built up in them just from him fingering you. You lightly grabbed his hips before he moved too far away from you, paying no mind to the slick mess underneath you, and said, "I need to take care of you, baby."

Rensuke felt his dick jump from the warmth of your hands and responded, "Well, I figured you might want to get cleaned up a little. It's not like it's bothering me, but it I thought might not feel comfortable..." He paused his rambling at the ravenous look you sent him and couldn't help pull your leg a little more by asking, "Are you tired? We can stop if you'd like-"

You squeezed where your hands lay upon him and interrupted in mild frustration, "Ren! I'm fine, really. I just...I wanna...", but fell silent as apprehension took over to stop you from openly requesting something as dirty as what you have in mind. He waited to see if you'd eventually finish what you wanted to say, but was instead lead by you to sit on the shower floor as you stood over him. Before he could question you, you squated and placed yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you ever so slightly grazed your clit across his shaft. You sighed at the feeling and peered up from under your lashes to silently plea for his permission to do this.

You still manage to get bashful on me after what we just did, huh?

You can get on him later for intentionally walking away like that to mess with you (he knew very well you're still hungry for more), but it does make him feel good knowing you want to rely on him. He begins running his hands up and down your back as he asks, "What do you need pretty girl?" He leaned closer to your ear to nick your lobe and ask in a deeper tone, "You need me to stuff you with my fingers again? Or do you need something else? I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"Mm...baby..." Your hips jolted at his words, but you tried to get your words across by pressing your pussy on his shaft and moving the slightest bit back and forth. "Can you...um..."

"Hm? You want me to run that wet pussy of yours across my cock? You wanna do that baby, make me feel good?" Kissing a trail from your collarbone and landing on your lips, only to pull back before you could really get into it, and saying, "I need you to tell me what you want or I won't be able to help."

You whined in frustration from his teasing and pull his head down towards yours, getting the kiss he denied you of seconds ago. His hands found their favorite spot on your ass and squeezed as he let out a needy grunt that got muffled between your locked lips.

You parted for air with speckles of tears in your eyes and finally spoke up in a small voice, "I need...you. Inside."

"Shit, doll. You sure?" He's a minute away from shoving himself in.

"I'm positive, please, j-just put it in already, I need your cock!" You grabbed it and lined it up with your sopping entrance, sighing with relief as you slowly push his swollen cockhead in. Despite soaking him in your essence as you go down, it's a challenge trying to take his entire shaft. Not only is it tough because of its obscene length, but it's girth makes it difficult to slide in with ease, too. You don't think you'll ever in your life be able to take him without feeling stretched and filled to the brim, but you'd have to be stupid to ever complain about it.

Rensuke's mouth hangs partially open as he groans extraneously and tries to control himself from cumming on the spot. Not only is he so pent up right now that the slightest thing could probably make him burst, but he's also undergoing something he'd only imagined ever happening to him. He hissed a little when he felt your pussy getting impossibly tighter around him, opening his eyes (When did I close them?) to see you cumming a third time when you slid down his entire length. You appeared just as flabbergasted as him, shoving your face into his chest and clinging to him to control your writhing body.

"Nn-" His soul nearly left his body when he felt your teeth sink into his collarbone, greatly adding to the euphoria flooding his body. His hands (still on your ass) squeezed tightly as he took breaths to keep his orgasm at bay and he savored the way your walls fluttered from his actions. Doing that made his dick press deeper into you and he knew he was all the way in when his tip kissed your cervix. He caught the small wince you tried to play off when that happened and reminded himself not to fuck you too hard.

"Rensuke~" You dragged his name out upon feeling him roll his hips a little, a few tears dropping from your lashes from the stimulation. Suddenly, your vision tilted and you found yourself on your back, blinking and looking up to see the stunning sight of him looming over you while his well-toned arms hold himself up. A chill ran through you from the coldness of the shower floor, but it soon felt heavenly from how feverish you body is. Your mind pushed the thought aside when you choked on air from the effervescent thrusts he started giving you, becoming vaguely aware that despite the strength, he's being careful not to go at it as hard as usual and softens the blow each time he reaches a certain depth.

This should leave you craving more to the point that you'd tell him a little pain might be worth it, but the small action strangely piled on to the pleasure. You felt tears of gratitude mix in with the tears of pleasure that made a home on your cheeks minutes ago.

Must be the hormones. You thought as you involuntarily let out a mewl from being split open by his cock.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and clawed at his back as you whimpered, "So big....'m so sensitive--mmph--don't stop, please!" You felt yourself getting closer to the peak of another orgasm, feeling like you're underwater but on fire at the same time.

"I wouldn't dream of it! S-Shit, you're so tight. It's not hurting, is it?" He managed to ask in the midst of his heavy breathing.

"I-It doesn't hur--OH!" You didn't think you could be hit with such rapture this far in, but Rensuke has a habit of proving you wrong, that fact holding true when he pulled you with him into a mating press, curling his dick up to hit a spongy spot with precision as his balls slap your ass. Your brain was reduced to a pile of mush, rendering you unable to utter any words as you babbled incomprehensibly and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. The sensation of his thick veins dragging back and forth against your rigid walls had you literally quaking underneath him.

Rensuke is in no better shape as he fills your ears with desperate sounds he doesn't have the energy to hold in, slipping in sweet nothings you can only partially make out through your muddled mind. The one hand he moved to your thigh without notice squeezed with enough vigor that is sure to leave a mark tomorrow; he'll most definitely litter the area with kisses later. The arm he's using to hold himself up shakes with each squelch that echoes throughout the bathroom. It's downright torturous how your tits jiggle right in front of him, but he's doing everything in his power not to touch the tender mounds and accidentally get too rough. He doesn't think he has any self control left in him to make an attempt.

"F-Fuck, it's like your pussy was made for me! Tell me I'm fucking you good pretty girl! 'm making you feel good, right?"

He almost feels ashamed for how vocal he's being, but his words gave him the desired result of you wailing out, "You're f-fuckin' me so good, I feel s-so full-" You wanted to say more, but your sobs put an end to that sentence when Rensuke began playing with your clit again. It felt neglected at for a bit, but you didn't call attention to it because you knew it'd feel as overwhelming as it does right now.

"N-No, stop, Ren!" You flailed around and whined with a hiccup, "T-Too much! Too much!!"

"Oh fuck, I-I know you can give me one more, baby! You can take it."

A shake of your head with you pathetically saying, "Nnnh, I can't, p-please!" had him stop moving altogether at your pleading, making your brain confusedly teeter between relief and distress.

Rensuke dropped his voice to a lower octave, steadying your head so he can meet your eyes, and said insistently, "You can cum one more time for me, I just wanna make you feel good. You're my good girl, right?"

Your body impulsively betrayed you with a visceral reaction to his words, and you knew he felt your pussy quiver around him from how his eyes darkened with lust, leading you to defeatingly nod. His unresponsiveness made you keen as you realized he's forcing you to look at him until you answer verbally. You blinked to gain some alertness, swallowing and answering clearly, "I...am. Please-"

"You're what?" He didn't bother hiding his pleased smirk.

"I'm your good girl! Please, Ren-" You cut yourself off and impatiently moved your hips to get Rensuke to continue after working you up so much.

With a kiss to your nose and a, "That's my girl~" that sent shivers down your spine, he went back to playing with the small bundle of nerves in tandem with his thrusting. Much like before, you're losing your sense of awareness as pleasure shrouds you.

In your stupefied state, you didn't get the chance to tell Rensuke you were cumming again before a spring snapped without warning and caused an orgasm stronger than the last three. "W-Wai--NH--feels weird!" You felt a sensation similar to peeing and realized too late that you're squirting all over Rensuke's lower half. The only things that slipped through your lips were broken moans and a garbled but heard, "I'm s-sorryyy!" You would've covered your face in shame had your hands not been preoccupied with scratching the hell out of his shoulders or pulling at his undercut. You swear you can see hearts in his eyes as he stares down at where you're connected to see the dirty mess you drenched him in.

The arm Rensuke used to hold himself up finally gave out as he moaned out with a lovestruck smile, "Ah, s-shit, you squirted all over me! God you're beautiful, I'm almost there--mmph--hold on-"

He hides his face in your neck and presses wet kisses everywhere, being sure to leave a hickey at every other spot he crosses over. He continued ramming into you with more intensity than earlier, still keeping his brawn in check, and grunting out comforting words to soothe you through the overstimulation as he chases his own high. "So fucking *tight*, doll! So wet jus' for me, I love you!"

You involuntarily arched your back and a slight cramp made itself present, but you could hardly sense that right now. Your last orgasm barely finished washing over you, so your nerves are especially receptive to Rensuke's every move that leaves your skin buzzing. "Ren, fuuuuck, love you, sho good ta me--hngh!!" Your wrecked voice combined with your slurring of words in your drunken state made it impossible for you to speak coherently.

Rensuke's hips stuttered at your consistent clenching around him and he spoke in a rushed breath, "Wait, I-I gotta-"

You didn't let the guy finish before you answered in a similar manner, "I-Inside, love! Fill me up!"

Huh? His brain went into static upon registering your response. He always either uses a condom or pulls out when he neglects to put one on, but you giving him permission to give you everything he has to offer pushed him over the edge. His pelvis developed a mind of its own and decided to give an unnecessarily hard thrust to your sensitive insides. He let out a strained grunt and said, "Fuck, sorry-" at the sight of you flinching from his action just now. He caught your lips in a sloppy yet apologetic kiss, at the same time stifling the noises both of your voices fought to let out.

Once your trembling legs finally slackened their hold on his waist, he placed them further down in a more relaxed position around his hips and moved one of his hands to your abdomen. He felt a commonplace bulge where the head of his dick resides, not missing the occasional jolt it gives as it shoots streaks of cum in you. His balls feel infinitely lighter from finally releasing the load he'd been holding in for your past four orgasms.

"Hah..." Rensuke regrettably had to part from your mouth with a pant when he began to feel lightheaded, and he knew you needed a break much more than he does judging from the laboured breaths you're letting out.

He opened his glazed over eyes and glanced down, transfixing on the mixture of yours and his pink tinted cum as some of it pooled onto the floor, but he directed his eyes back to you when he noticed you moving. You gingerly brought a shaky hand down upon his and keened at the feeling of his hot cum swarming your insides. "...So warm..." You whispered with a fucked out smile. Your face is flushed with a sheen of sweat and tears, making you look all around messy yet glowingly beautiful.

...Well, shit. He felt his dick try to jumpstart itself for another round, but the sleepy look in your eyes made him think against the tantalizing idea. Pulling out of you and purposefully not looking down (he's trying not to go back on his word here), he playfully pinched your thigh and said resolutely, "Let's get up already. I think we've been in here long enough, princess." His body (and likely yours as well) doesn't feel like moving just yet, but a bathroom is a less than ideal place to fall asleep at. Getting you to stand and keeping you upright is a chore, which he knows is mostly his fault with how your legs still tremor from the aftershocks of your previous orgasms.

An 'I'm sorry' was on the tip of his tongue for tiring you out like this and possibly going too hard at some points (he commends himself for not throwing your legs over his shoulders despite the compulsion to do so being at the forefront of his mind). He held in the expression of regret however when you fondly nuzzled your head into his chest, deciding to alternatively say while turning the water on, "You're wobbling a bit."

You heard the concern that weaved it's way into his voice despite how nonchalant Rensuke tried to sound and answered with a fatigued yet resounding, "Don' worry, 'm okay. Jus' sleepy." Your eyelids felt heavy when you looked up to him, but you forced your eyes to stay open when you saw him looking at you worriedly. You gave him a reassuring mien and spoke clearer than a second ago, "Really, I'm fine, Rensuke. Y'know how quickly I get drowsy when I'm on my period."

"Well yeah but I'd assume you're tired from what we just did, too."

"...'f course...my legs feel like jelly. 's been a while since you made me cum that many times."

His chest swelled with pride at that, but he still feels the slightest bit bad for wearing you out when you aren't feeling your best to begin with. He grabbed a soap bottle and asks (though it sounds more like a statement), "Guess I should make this quick then, huh?"

"Mhm." You went back to nestling into his chest and shortly added, "I jus' wanna lay down with you..."

He automatically smiled over the shared sentiment and got to work, staying true to his word and giving both you and him a swift but thorough cleansing in record time. There was a bit of difficulty reaching some areas with how you absolutely refused to detach yourself from him, but he made it work so as to not disturb you.

Your dozy state had you dead to what's happening around you, until it was broken by a sudden gasp jumping out of you in response to a cold chill on your bottom.

"Sorry," he said with a laugh as he released his grip on you, "I had to sit you somewhere since your legs stopped working on me."

"Ah." You blinked slowly and realized he placed you on the counter.

"Sit tight for me." He said with a peck to both of your cheeks before walking out, presumably to get towels.

At least that's what you though until you stretched and felt the pile behind you, remembering that he'd sat towels out on the counter before the shower. ...No wait, you thought with a yawn, we have towels in here- You got the answer to your unspoken inquiry in no time when he came walking back with clothes and placed them beside you. You sensed an innocent blush making it's presence known on your cheeks, but made no move to hide it. Rensuke knows very well how his acts of service make your heart skip a beat.

You regained some mental clarity and became cognizant of your lack of coverage, consciously moving your arms over your chest. Rensuke had to chortle a little at your sheepish demeanor and spoke as he grabbed a towel for himself, "You act like didn't just fuck."

"Well! Y'know I..." Your attempt to answer drew your eyes to his figure.

Oh...

Your once innocent blush took a sinful turn when you looked down by chance and spotted the same dick that brought you to tears minutes ago. Seeing it erect is always a sight to behold, but it's flaccid state is just as alluring and serves as a reminder of how hung he is. You're still on the brink of lassitude, but the thought of working his soft member back to hardeness has your stomach doing flips.

"Careful, I might throw you on the bed if you keep staring so hard." Rensuke spoke in jest as he wrapped a towel around his waist, but the titillation that drenched his words made it known that he'd be willing to turn his joke into reality.

You pursed your lips from being caught staring, a sliver of taunt shining through the shyness you had just a minute ago, and say, "It's only fair with how much you stared at me earlier."

"Touche." After nabbing a towel from behind you and wrapping you in all its fluffiness, he added, "But can you blame me for liking what I see?"

You promptly flung a towel over his head and said with a smirk, "Y'know, for how much you went on earlier about giving me a break, you sure are talking like you're trying to get me in the mood again."

He gave a knowing smile in return and asked as he lifted the towel from his visage, "Is it working?"

"Almost. But I'm still sleepy." You emphazised your point with another yawn as you pulled your towel closer to your body for warmth.

"So no." He said before running the towel over his drenched hair.

You simply rolled your eyes and let out a chuckle at the playful banter he just initiated. You said as you began toweling yourself off, "I'm not surprised you aren't all that tired."

It wasn't obvious, but Rensuke knows you're referring to him only finishing once in comparison to his usual pattern of going at it until he's physically spent. "Well," he started as he pulled the damp towel from his now dry head, "today was about you-"

"I beg to differ-"

"and I think I got my fill for today." He's being honest when he says that. He in essence edged himself while he savoured your body, in turn making his orgasm hit harder in the end (most notably when you begged for him to not pull out). Not only that, he's still in a post-orgasmic haze and gets a fuzzy feeling looking at the speckles of hickeys he decorated your neck with. The way you pull your towel back over your frame and avert your eyes tells him he's been longingly gazing at you a little longer than intended. He dropped his towel from his waist and said as he slipped a pair of boxers on, "I'm satisfied."

"Is that so?" You absentmindedly asked as you slid off of the counter, being sure to land on the mat to avoid delivering a shock of frost to your feet.

He took a step forward and pulled you closer to himself, bending down to plant a kiss on your lips, and responding with a soft smile, "Yeah." He admired the sparkle in your eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of your (almost) bare body pressed up against his, but the tender moment was shortlived when he snatched your towel from your figure without warning, pulling a gasp out of you in the process.

"Ren!" Your arms immediately flew back to your chest.

"What?" He mixed in a breathy laugh while handing you his shirt, watching as you swiftly pulled the garment over your head while he turns and picks up his sweatpants.

"Haven't you seen enough of me for one night?" You asked with a huff as you eyed him putting on his last article of clothing.

"Do you ever feel like you've seen enough of me?" He asked in response when he felt your eyes roaming his backside.

Your lack of an answer said it all.

The rest of your time spent in the bathroom consisted of you two getting prepared for bed as the room was filled mindless rants and talks of the unfinished movie from before. The main highlight was the back and forth flirting between the two of you, Rensuke more often than not being the one to initiate it. Moments like these baffle you because Rensuke's told you you're the first person he's ever dated, and he's your first. But his current behavior tells a different story and leaves you wondering how someone as inexperienced as he claims to be still manages to seem more well-versed with dating than you. Even aside from knowing the in's and out's of a relationship, he's more gifted than you when it comes to reading minds, picking up signals, and trusting your judgement.

Something you still have trouble doing for him.

That exact scenario is what happened tonight: You didn't want to read too deeply into his expressed desires, fearing there'd be a change of heart on his end when you gave in. You know he was growing tired of your constant skepticism and evasion, and it's a true wonder how he dealt with you-

"Ah!" An unanticipated pinch to your butt halted your thoughts, forcing you to turn in bed and see Rensuke looking at you in displeasure. You already know what the issue is, but you still narrow your eyes and ask as you rub the attacked cheek through your shorts, "What?"

"I could hear your brain from here, what's up?" He asks while pulling you closer to him by your waist.

You consider unloading all of your thoughts upon him, telling him how blessed you are to have a boyfriend like him, and how you wish you could be better for him. The temptation to spew out every word clogged in your chest is strong, but...you figure those words can be saved for when neither of you are on the verge of slumber. And when you're actually ready to tackle these thoughts.

"Nothing really." You snuggled up to his bare chest and moved a hand over him to pinch his butt in retaliation.

He jolted at the hint of pain, but didn't fight it since he deserved it. He laid a warm hand on the small of your back, his other shoved under your pillow, and tentatively asked once more, "Are you sure?"

"Mhm." You finally allowed your eyes to close and tangled your legs with his as you added, "Just...thank you." You're too good for me.

He predictably discerned to the best of his abilities what exactly you were thanking him for, arriving to multiple conclusions in his head, but he yawned as he plainly and softly said, "You're welcome. And good night."

"G'night. Love you."

"Love you too." He sealed his declaration with one last kiss to the top of your head.

With the warmth of his words and arms surrounding you, you give in to the pull of a good sleep, lulled by the sound of Rensuke's deep breaths and soothing heartbeat as he follows suit.

"...Can we take a bath next time-"

"Go to sleep already."

A/N: It strangely got personal towards the end there lol. Anyways, if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought about this if you'd like⭐It felt kinda basic picking a shower as the destination, but that is a common place to do the deed during that time of month-

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maximoffcarter · 3 years

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Till' there was you.

Pairings: Wanda x reader.

Summary: Hi! Hello, i have a Smol request, i just want Reader/Wanda cuddles, thats all, it would make me real happy 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

A/n: Wanda request! I gotta admit I...didn't know where I was going at first haha I got into it I forgot the point of the story haha. Natasha, Carol and Peggy are coming!

Something y/n had always hated cuddles. She didn’t like hugs. She wasn’t one to hug, ever. Back in the Red Room, no one showed any kind of love. Of course she heard rumors of some of the girls having secret relationships, or even between them, but she knew nothing about love. Of course, she knew she loved Natasha as her sister, Yelena too, but physical love was…a big no.

Leaving that part of her life behind was…rough to say the least. Of course following Natasha everywhere had helped, but even then, trusting people had been very difficult for her, the whole…new life was…different, but she had to admit she liked it. So meeting Wanda Maximoff was not something she had expected; feeling those stupid butterflies was not expected.

Y/n played cool maybe the first few weeks, she had tried to act as normal as possible, even if Natasha and Yelena were always on her back making fun of her failed attempts of acting chill. So when she finally made the first move, she was surprised enough Wanda did like her back, which also caused a lot of jokes and teasing coming from her sisters.

Being in a relationship with Wanda Maximoff meant having her by her side 24/7. Did y/n mind? Not at all. Was she shy about it? Definitely. And not because she was ashamed of Wanda, of course not, mostly because…now she understood…love. Which was entirely new and scary, but after months of dating…she finally knew what this whole thing with love was about, and it was…amazing.

Y/n kept in her mind every ‘first’ thing. From first kiss, to first date, to first time holding hands, to everything. She never told anyone, no one knew, not even Wanda, it was her secret. Even if everyone knew, it was also a private thing. Yes, everyone had seen them holding hands, sitting together, even Wanda kissing her forehead, but nothing more.

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Y/n had just arrived from a mission; 3 days away from the compound, meaning 3 days away from her girlfriend. She knew Wanda was probably watching a show or even reading, so she first went straight to her room to shower and change her clothes. She tried to be as quick as possible and right after that she went ahead and went to Wanda’s room, not even knocking on the door because she knew that Wanda didn’t mind her just walking in.

Wanda smiled as she looked up from the TV, chuckling as she saw the tired face of her girlfriend. “Hey you.”

“Hi.” Y/n smiled tiredly as she walked to the bed and wrapped her arms around Wanda’s waist, pulling her down with her, making Wanda chuckled.

She moved on y/n’s arms and placed both her hands on y/n’s cheeks, pulling her to kiss her lips softly. “I missed you.” She whispered softly.

“I missed you too.” Y/n smiled. Wanda kissed her lips again before trying to stand up but failed as y/n pulled her down again. “Where you going?” She whined.

“I’m going to get some food for you. I’m sure you didn’t eat.”

“That can wait…I want you here.” Y/n pulled Wanda closer and buried her face against Wanda’s neck, feeling butterflies as her scent invaded her nose. “I need cuddles.”

Wanda chuckled softly as she hugged her, one of her hands going through y/n’s hair and stroking it softly. “I like this side of you.” She whispered softly as she kissed her head. “You’re a softie.” She chuckled.

“So what? Only you know.” Y/n mumbled as she kissed Wanda’s neck.

“Right.” Wanda chuckled as she closed her eyes.

“Not only her!” Yelena yelled from outside the door and opened it slowly. “You didn’t close your door.” She smirked as she looked at them.

“Yelena! Get out of here!” Y/n looked up at her and blushed.

“We already know you’re a softy, sis. Do not play it as if we don’t know your love for Wanda.” Yelena winked as she closed the door before the pillow that y/n threw could hit.

Y/n looked at Wanda as she chuckled nervously. She sat up with Wanda following her. “I uh- what Yelena said-“

Wanda pecked her lips. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

“Well…” Y/n smiled shyly. “You were right. I have become…soft. Because of you…” she bit her lip nervously. “Because I love you.”

“You-“ Wanda chuckled as she felt butterflies on her stomach. “I love you…so much.” She smiled as she proceeded to jump on y/n, making her laugh and wrap her arms around her.

“I was the one who wanted cuddles!”

“I want them now, deal with it, I’m not moving!” Wanda laughed as she looked at y/n and kissed her lips softly.

Y/n moved her hands up and down her back, loving the feeling of Wanda having so close to her, it was her favorite thing. Not too long after, both women had fallen asleep, Wanda on top of y/n, her head buried on y/n’s neck, and y/n with her arms wrapped around her tightly so she couldn’t fall.

So yes…she had never really known love. She had never been interested in it…until Wanda made her way into her life.

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flamingo-writes · 2 years

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In Love — e.m.

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

A/N: I am currently working on an angsty piece that’s going to be pretty long as well as my last fic, but I’ve been lacking some motivation. And the other day I woke up with a cold 💀and this is my comfort fic with my comfort character.

Tagging @emotionaldreamer I hope you like this little soft and fluffy blurb 🥺✨

Summary: it’s a rainy Sunday morning, Wayne’s music is fairly playing as you wake up next to Eddie. Inspired on this video, which ngl I’ve been watching on repeat for the last two days. Basically plot less domestic fluff with Eddie and Wayne Munson.

Warnings: implied smut, mentions of Eddie and the reader being on a sexually active relationship.

Word Count: 1.5K words

The soft rain was hitting the roof, echoing in the most subtle and peaceful white noise. Along with Wayne’s music playing faintly in the distance. Gentle, romantic songs from the 50’s. And the best part was Eddie’s deep breathing echoing close to your ears. Slow and rhythmic, as his face was snuggled next to your shoulder as you lied on your back, slow lying waking up to a scene you could grow used to. The music, the rain, Eddie’s warmth next to you. It was everything you needed to ensure a happy life.

The soft sleepy humming and sighs that escaped his lips brought an indescribable warm feeling to your heart as you looked over at him and saw his relaxed face buried in the pillow next to you, his messy hair sticking out everywhere. He had one arm around your waist beeping you close to him as your legs were tangled.

God, he was beautiful.

However, like every morning, you woke up thirsty. It was hard to tell what time it was due to the rain, and the clouds, but you knew it was already sometime around 9, as you felt refreshed and well rested, and assumed you had a full night sleep. Your dry throat only reaffirming that statement.

“Eddie?” You whispered softly, as he groaned. “Are you awake?” He groaned again, making you giggle softly. “I’ll go get water, babe…” You whispered as he hummed.

As you moved, Eddie slowly got his arm off of you and rolled over on the bed, mumbling something incomprehensible and soon, he was deeply asleep again. He took a deep sigh, and his slow Dee breathing resumed.

You looked at him, your heart melting with adoration before the chilly wind gave you shivers and you looked for your clothes on the floor. You grabbed your underwear and your denim shorts putting them on and grabbing his red flannel shirt he was wearing the night before and out it on, feeling the thick fabric warming you instantly. You grabbed your socks and adventured yourself outside his room, into the kitchen.

Walking through the hall, you soon spotted Wayne Munson sitting behind the kitchen bar, the newspaper, a pencil on one hand and a cigarette on the other. As you walked inside the kitchen, he looked up from his crossword and smiled gently at you. You smiled back.

“Good morning,” You said politely.

“Good mornin’, kiddo” He said cheerfully.

The smile Wayne gave you was far more than genuine. He knew you and Eddie had been dating for almost a year now. And it wasn’t until a few months after you two started dating that Eddie introduced you to his uncle.

And if he was being honest, he actually felt grateful that Eddie he found someone like you. Not only did you help Eddie study for the one class he needed to pass to graduate, but Wayne could see how much you actually cared for Eddie.

Specially when you came from very different backgrounds. Your family was wealthy and somewhat popular around town. Your father was the newscaster from the local news. Eddie was a trailer boy with a fairly bad reputation. And yet, when Wayne had the chance to see the both of you, he could see the way you stared at Eddie. Such a pure and loving adoration. He noticed the way Eddie kissed you, even if it was a simple kiss on the cheek. It was always sweet and gentle gesture. It all made Wayne miss his days when he was a teenager in love.

Wayne was not blind nor naive, he knew it wasn’t the first time you stayed over at the trailer. More than once he came back from work to notice the kitchen oddly too clean and tidy, or Eddie’s room smelling like girl’s perfume. But this was the first time you two came across each other on a morning. It was the first time his free day and you staying over happened in the same day.

“He’s not gonna be up ‘fore 1 pm, he ain’t a mornin’ person, darlin’” Wayne said, as you found a glass and filled it up with water.

You chuckled softly, noticing the little pet name that had slipped of Wayne’s lips and noticed that was where a Eddie had gotten the little habit of constantly using pet names —and one that made you weak on the knees every time Eddie called you something sweet and cute.

“Yeah, I know…” You replied with a soft giggle. “I don’t mind, though…Actually it’s the only free time I get to catch up on reading when I’m with Eddie…” You joked, managing to make Wayne chuckle.

“He got some books in his closet, there’s a few others in the living room too if you want to pick one of them up and kill some time…” He pointed out.

“I might actually do that,”

“Coffee’s almost ready if ya like some” He pointed at the coffee machine.

“Thank you, Mr Munson”

“How many times d’I have to tell you to drop the formality, girl?” He replied with a chuckle. “I ain’t gonna tell you’re ol’man if ya call me Wayne”

“Old habits…Wayne,” He smiled at your big effort on calling him by his name.

“Issokay,” He chuckled as he left his cigarette on the ashtray and put down his pencil walking to the kitchen and grabbing two mugs from a tall shelf. “Here ya go, kiddo” he said handing one of them to you.

“Thanks,”

“You drink it black? With sugar?”

“A bit of sugar and milk please,”

Even in he’s deep asleep state, The sweet smell of something being cooked sparked his appetite and woke him up. He is then aware that you’re not in bed as he vaguely remembered something about you going for water. As he got up from bed he grabbed his pajama pants, noticing his plaid shirt was missing and took the Metallica shirt he was wearing yesterday.

As he dragged his feet out of his room, he heard your voice along with Wayne’s echoing in a friendly conversation. He greeted Wayne, sitting behind the bar, holding his mug and soon spotted you by the stove.

The small scene melted his heart instantly, seeing the both of you engaged in such a conversation, comfortable with each other. The two people he cared for the most in the world, not only getting along but genuinely enjoying each other’s company.

Eddie walked up to you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissed your head as you flinched lightly.

“Jesus, where did you come from?” You giggled softly as Eddie kissed your head and then buzzed his face over your shoulder.

“Ain’t that a miracle, it ain’t even 11 yet” Wayne teased.

“Good morning to the both of you too,” Eddie said sarcastically with a chuckle. “Besides, not every day we have real breakfast on Sundays…” Eddie joked. “Mmm, watch’s doing, my love?”

Your heart flipped at the way he said that. ‘My love’. It made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks blush lightly.

“French toast,” You replied, flipping the slice of bread you had on the pan.

“Sounds magnificent…” He purred. “Need help, baby?”

“Just sit there and be pretty…”

He rolled his eyes at your cheeky comment and let go of you. He gave you another kiss and stole the scrunchie you had on your wrist, and used it to tie his own hair in a lazy ponytail, his fringe as well as a shorter strands of hair remained framing his face.

The three of you had breakfast together, Wayne’s music softly playing in the background as you were all busy eating. Both Munson boys complemented your cooking over and over again, making you get all blushy and flustered. And after you were done, you all talked for a while about nothing in particular. Just enjoying the company.

Wayne offered himself to wash the dishes so you and Eddie could go back to do whatever, knowing perhaps you two would like to spend some time by yourselves.

And shortly after, Eddie had taken you back to his room. Back to the little cute scene with the rain outside and Wayne’s music playing faintly. Eddie’s lips sweetly licking with yours as he tasted of burnt coffee and cinnamon, and his hands quickly snuck underneath the plaid shirt.

He took his time undressing you, painting your skin with delicate kisses as you too undressed him bit by bit. And once the both of you were completely naked and back underneath the bed sheets, Eddie was nestled between your legs, laying his weight on top of you as he nuzzled his face against your neck, getting drunk on your scent.

He hummed softly before he pulled himself up on his elbows. His black eyes staring into yours lovingly, the kind of look he gave you always made your heart want to jump out of your chest.

“I’m seriously, deeply, madly, in love with you…” He whispered, caressing your cheek with his finger.

You blushed and smiled, entranced by his eyes.

“What a freak,” You teased with a soft smile, making him crack a smile as you cupped his face in your hands. “I am too, seriously, deeply, madly in love with you, Eddie Munson…” You purred and kissed him.

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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years

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This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Request: Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and having a crush on Iroh II

Tags: @tincdraws

Growing up as the daughter of Lin Beifong metal and earth bending were your whole life. You learnt to earth bend by the time you could walk and your mother had you in training from a young age so you graduated from the earth bending school at the top of your class with your eyes firmly set on following in your mother’s footsteps whilst also trying to emulate your grandmother’s success. You had a sharp focus and nothing else really caught your attention. You had friends but training came first and dating seemed something superficial you could live without. Republic city was your life and you would never dream of leaving it but your mother had other ideas.

Your mother thought you needed more worldly experience before you joined the police force so she sent you to the fire nation to gain some training as an officer. She claimed the fire nation had some of the best officers in the world and that they would help you learn invaluable real-life experience. You did not agree and protested the whole thing. All your training had revolved around the needs of Republic City specifically and you couldn’t see how you’d learn anything new about how to protect your city by travelling all the way to fire nation but your mother refused to change her mind and that was that.

So you were shipped off to the fire nation fresh out of the academy. Your mother had spoken to Firelord Izumi and it was agreed you’d be staying at the palace so not only would you be unfamiliar with the environment, you’d be in a place where every small look, word or action had large consequences. You didn’t know much about the fire nation and couldn’t really recall the royal family. You were aware your grandmother was very close with the late Firelord Zuko but since then things had changed. Although your grandmother’s friends (mainly Katara) had tried to keep the group close it was hard with everyone scattered across the four nations and so with each generation the group had drifted further and further apart. You knew Firelord Izumi had a daughter older than you and a son around your age called Iroh. You recalled meeting Iroh when you were younger at some event in the south pole but couldn’t remember much more than a serious fire nation child. So you arrived on the steps of the palace utterly out of your depth determined to see these three months through so you could return to your beloved city. You were shown into the palace immediately, your belongings taken by maids who refused to let you carry them yourself as you were a royal guest. You weren’t used to finery so proceeded through the palace partly in awe and partly in utter confusion why someone needed this many paintings of old men everywhere. You were finally shown into a large room. “Ah you must be y/n Beifong” a voice called and you turned to see someone who looked vaguely familiar. You knew he wasn’t Firelord Zuko or Firelord Izumi’s husband as he was too young so figured by his royal outfit this was Izumi’s second child the prince. “Prince Iroh, it’s an honour to see you again” you said bowing and he chuckled “I bet you thought that would be a winning line with any fire nation citizen didn’t you? Because we’re still all obsessed with honour like we were centuries ago?” Iroh asked and you hesitated. “If I caused any offence...” you started but Iroh cut you off breaking out in a large smile “no I was only kidding, it is a winning line we are still obsessed with honour”. You watched as Iroh laughed at his own joke surprised, you didn’t expect the prince of the fire nation to be like this. You figured royalty lacked the ability or the clearance to have a sense of humour but apparently not. “So have I really not changed since we were eight?” Iroh asked and when you frowned he elaborated “you recognised me but the last time we met was just over ten years ago”. You paused “ow no I didn’t actually recognise you, you were young, dressed in fine clothes with royal hairpins, not to mention you’re in the palace...you had to be the prince”. “Good deductions officer” Iroh said saluting you before he grinned “i’m in training too”. That piqued your interest “really? for the fire nation army?”. He nodded “yep! I’m an officer but my hope is to be general one day and to fully earn it, rather than just get it because of who my family is...hopefully in a few years i’ll get there”. “I’m sure you will” you agreed and Iroh led you into a large dining room. “Are we dining alone?” you asked confused and Iroh smirked. “Why? Not pleased with me?” he asked and you rushed to assure him that wasn’t the case when he laughed again “I’m joking again y/n, I know my grandfather told you the whole family would be dining with you in his letter to your mother but he, my parents and sister were all called away to an urgent matter and asked me to fill in as we’re similar ages”. “Ow” you nodded “that makes sense...is everything okay?”. Iroh nodded “everything’s fine just boring fire nation stuff...so shall we?” he asked holding out his arm to you. You weren’t sure if this was appropriate so averted your eyes and only took his arm lightly. Iroh smirked at your caution and led you into the room.

The meal with Iroh was nice. He was friendly, hard-working and interesting. You soon got used to his humour and learnt not to take him too seriously. You hadn’t met many other people your age who shared your passion for a military career and found it was nice, a sentiment Iroh apparently shared. He enquired what you were doing the rest of the week and when you replied nothing as training didn’t start for another week he soon had several of your days planned out with fire nation sights to show you. Iroh seemed to understand you didn’t know much about the fire nation so planned to take you to all the important sites as well as areas relevant to the army to peak both your interests. You enjoyed the prince’s tours greatly and even when training did start you continued meeting with Iroh regularly. You liked his company and were surprised that didn’t fade the more time you spent with him, if anything it grew more and more. You thought he’d be a spoilt entitled prince but he was kind and considerate pleasantly surprising you.

You didn’t become aware that you liked Iroh as anything more until one of your friends at the academy pointed it out. Since starting training you were progressing well, you achieved high grades and were held in high esteem by your fellow recruits. You had made some friends and often trained with them after the academy retired for the day. After a long training session you were heading to the palace when one of your friends called out to you “hey y/n some of us were going into town to celebrate our class’s good progress, do you want to come?”. You smiled pleased they wanted you to come when you remembered you couldn’t go “I’d love to Shani but sorry I can’t I have plans”. “Of course you do” she smirked as your other friend Aizori grinned “is it with Iroh by any chance”. “Actually it is” you said frowning at their shared look “why?”. “Ow nothing just it’s not every day your friend is dating the crowned prince”. “Me and Iroh are not dating!” you cried “our families are old friends that’s all”. “Uh...hu, if that’s true then what are your plans together may we ask?”. “We’re attending a party at the palace”. “Together?” Shani asked and you blushed “yes but he only asked me because it’s a formal event that’s apparently really boring so he wanted a friend there, trust me we’re not dating”. “But how can you resist?” Aizori asked “I’ve only seen the prince a handful of times but he seems to get better looking every single time! How don’t you get lost in those golden eyes and that chiselled jaw? The royal family has some amazing genes not even a Beifong can resist”. You paused considering it. For you looks weren’t very important so you didn’t tend to notice them. You held work ethic and determination as much higher priorities and Iroh scored very highly in both but in looks...you honestly couldn’t say. “I’m not sure I’ve noticed” you admitted and the girls rolled their eyes not believing you.

When you arrived back at the palace your friend’s words were ringing in your head and when you next saw Iroh something felt different. You took note of his looks and were surprised by what you’d found. Iroh was attractive, very attractive, how had you missed that? You stared at Iroh wondering if his eyes had always been that bright? Was his jaw always that sharp? His hair that good regularly when he frowned “why are you staring at me?”. “Nothing” you cried and he paused before shrugging “Are you ready to go?” he asked “the party has already started” offering you his arm. You nodded and took it cautiously following Iroh into the ballroom.

You could see why Iroh had wanted to invite you, everyone in the room was at least 60 years old or some stiff nobel person from an ancient line of fire nation families. All they seemed to want to discuss was old family bloodlines, territories or ancient traditions. After your fifth boring ambush by some old fire nation man Iroh pointedly headed for the gardens. You frowned as he exited discreetly, closing the door behind him, and headed away from the hall. “Iroh I’m pretty sure the party is inside” you commented and Iroh grinned “I know but I can’t take another second in there so humour me? One lap of the gardens then we’ll head back, please? I know you haven’t seen them properly yet so how about a tour?” Iroh holding out his hand to you. You rolled your eyes but took his hand happily.

Iroh led you around the gardens explaining the different flora to you and their history. “I spent so many parties hiding in here as a kid” he grinned “this place is so huge they couldn’t find me for hours”. You smiled at the thought “my mother would’ve killed me if I did that”. “Mine did” Iroh chuckled “but I’d honestly rather face her wrath than some boring commander who wants to lecture me about our family’s history and why it’s so important...they’re literally my own family and even I don’t care” Iroh cried making you smile. “I see why you escaped out here so often, I’m very grateful formal parties were not a part of my childhood”. Iroh smiled and went to comment when the smile was wiped from his face and he grabbed you, quickly pushing you behind a large fern. “Iroh what are you...”. “Shhh they’ve come for us” he hissed and you frowned when you heard a voice. “Prince Iroh?” a man you recognised as the palace coordinator called “Are you out here? You’re needed inside”. You smirked and Iroh rolled his eyes “they’re relentless”. “Master Iroh if you’re out there please return to the ballroom, your mother’s orders”. There was silence and then the sound of the butler coming closer. Your eyes widened and Iroh put a hand over your mouth pushing you further into the bushes. “Prince Iroh?” a voice called literally right beside you and Iroh smirked as you grabbed his arm in surprise. You heard a sigh and the sound of the man retreating. When the footsteps died away Iroh dropped his hold on you and you both burst into laughter. “I thought we were going to be caught and then royally punished...literally” you added and Iroh smirked “I wouldn’t let them punish you, it’s not your fault I dragged you out here”. “True but I didn’t try hard to stop you”. “You did encourage me” Iroh nodded thinking “okay it’s all your fault”. You gaped laughing “I never said that! You are such a liar” you cried pushing him and Iroh laughed grabbing your arm “okay okay maybe we share the blame 50:50?”. “No way” you smiled and Iroh paused “60:40?”. “I think 90:10?” you said grinning and Iroh sighed “fine, i’ll take 10% of the blame”. You shook your head at how wonderfully infuriating he was and smiled at him fondly. Iroh grinned back and you realised suddenly how close his face was to yours. Iroh seemed to notice too, he glanced down at your lips and you panicked moving away from him suddenly. There was an awkward tension in the air and you broke it with a cough “so want to show me more of the gardens then?”. Iroh nodded “right this way my lady” the awkwardness gone and led you further into the garden.

When you were safely hidden from the ballroom Iroh stopped walking, explaining this was one of his favourite spots in the whole garden and you gratefully took a break sitting down. “I can’t believe you’ve already been here a month” Iroh commented and you nodded “I know only 2 more to go then my mandatory 3 months work experience is done”. Iroh frowned “mandatory...so you could stay longer if you wanted to?”. “Hypothetically” you agreed and Iroh hesitated “do you think you’d extend it? Hypothetically?”. You paused “I’m not sure, I have enjoyed the fire nation far more than I thought I would but I’ve always wanted to complete my training as quickly as possible, I hope to be chief of police one day and I’ll need many years of service for that...”. Iroh frowned “isn’t the youngest chief like 41?”. You nodded “yeah so i’ve got time I guess, maybe i’ll stay for longer...is this just so you have someone to skirt your royal duties with?”. Iroh laughed “maybe...I like you being here, it’s nice not being the only person under 30 in every room”. You smiled “well i’m glad my presence isn’t displeasing to you...you’ve been pleasant as well” you added blushing and Iroh grinned. “Wait did I make a Beifong blush? That’s like a legendary occurrence, this is amazing!”. “Stop it” you cried but Iroh wouldn’t let you turn away “no, this will go down in history, Beifong blushes are rarer than dragons so I’m soaking up every second”. For the second time that day Iroh stared at you closely and you blushed more under his gaze but this time you didn’t move away. Iroh continued gazing at you before he lightly moved his hand to your cheek “y/n...” he said softly leaning in closer when a figure appeared. “There you are!” a voice cried and you both jumped away from one another. Your jaw dropped when you realised who it was and you dropped into a bow “Firelord Izumi...i’m so sorry I didn’t see you approach”. “Rise child you did nothing wrong” she said warmly “my son on the other hand...” she trailed off glancing at Iroh who paled. “Hey mom” he frowned and she raised an eyebrow “really? That’s all you have to say? No apology or grovelling”. “Erm I’m sorry for ditching?” Iroh offered and Izumi sighed. “Y/n would you please excuse us, I want to have a word with my son”. “Of course” you agreed bowing and you rushed away.

Iroh returned not long after with his mother and told you he had to stay in the ballroom for the rest of the party. You agreed to stay with him and he smiled gratefully at you making you blush and look away rapidly. The night passed and neither you nor Iroh spoke about what happened in the garden. How he’d almost kissed you and how you were going to let him. You couldn’t believe your own recklessness. What good did you think would come out of kissing the prince of the fire nation? You were obviously not an appropriate match and so there was nothing to be encouraged there. You resolved to never find yourself in that situation again and decided to just stay as friends no matter how much you got along or how attractive he was. Getting involved with a fire nation prince was not responsible behaviour. So after that night you made sure to put distance between you and Iroh. You didn’t stop seeing him you just made sure to emphasise it was a friendship. You didn’t let yourself get caught up in him the way you had in the gardens and always kept a level head. Iroh never tried anything or mentioned that night either and you supposed he picked up on your not so subtle hints. You carried on as before but there was definitely an unmentioned barrier between you which you never let fade.

You left the fire nation 2 months later. You didn’t extend your stay as with your feelings for Iroh you didn’t think it would be wise. Iroh saw you off and hugged you tightly before you got onto the airship. “It’s been nice having you around Beifong, I’ll miss you”. Iroh’s words made you hesitate and you hugged him tighter. For that time in Iroh’s arms you imagined what would have happened if you’d kissed him in the gardens that night. Iroh didn’t strike you as someone who flitted from person to person taking what he wanted, you think if he wanted to kiss you he must have felt something for you too and perhaps would have suggested dating. You imagined all the things you’d have done together but as a couple and wondered if you’d made a mistake, maybe you should have just gone for it? But then reality set in. If you really wanted to be chief of police then you couldn’t have short relationships with high ranking members of the fire nation. Other candidates could use it to show you had compromised morals and there was no way it would be a long term relationship due to your lack of fire nation heritage. Sure the fire nation was pretty progressive but that didn’t really apply to royalty. They had thousand-year-old traditions to uphold that couldn’t be broken easily so Iroh was never a long term option for you. Therefore all logical signs said you’d done the correct thing not persuing something with him...so why did it feel so shit? You finally pulled away from Iroh and he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked and you shook your head looking away “nothing i’ll just miss it here...promise you’ll keep in touch?”. “Cross my heart” Iroh smiled “you’re not someone I intend to let slip away, expect a visit every time I come to republic city”. You pushed away the rational voice in your mind telling you to keep a distance from him and smiled “you’ll always be welcome and I’m very much looking forward to it”. Iroh blushed “thank you y/n” and you nodded back, just looking at him in admiration before catching yourself. “I should go...” and Iroh nodded “safe travels” and with a final look you walked away.

2 years later

After your departure you and Iroh stayed in regular contact and your letters only halted when he was deployed by the military but the second we was out he would write and arrange to come visit you in Republic City. You still thought about him and your feelings for him regularly and every time you saw him you knew your crush hadn’t lessened. You loved Iroh’s visits and soon they became the thing you cherished most. You told yourself all of this was fine because you’d never act on your feelings but sometimes you wondered if Iroh felt something too? You’d catch him staring at you or he’d blush if you smiled at him in a certain way. The very idea of Iroh liking you made you very excited but you also knew it would only lead to heartache. He wouldn’t be allowed to settle down with someone outside the fire nation so it didn’t matter if he liked you too. So you settled for his friendship which was more than enough for you. When Iroh was posted in republic city when he became general you were thrilled and you only continued to grow closer.

However republic city wasn’t as peaceful. There had been multiple attacks on the city from Amon’s chi blockers to Vaatu’s take over and you and Iroh were constantly pushed into the fray. Multiple times you’d faced staggering odds and every single time you wondered if you should confess your feelings to Iroh in case the unthinkable happened but every time you chickened out. You and Iroh had been safe every time but there was only so much you could push your luck.

You’d been wary of Kuvira’s take over of the earth kingdom from the very start. Your aunt Su Yin had told you all about her so you weren’t surprised when she set her sights on Republic City but that didn’t mean you weren’t terrified. The avatar and her friends informed you what you were facing and you weren’t sure how you could even think about facing a giant mecha suit with spirit cannons. Iroh shared your sentiment but as general of Republic City’s army he was forced by President Raiko to lead his troops out there. Watching Iroh take to the front line you were swept with the desire once again to be honest with him, to tell him how you felt before it was too late. You decided three was too many times to chance it and so decided to finally tell him how you felt. You made your way to the general’s tent and found Iroh with Korra discussing strategies. You greeted them both warmly before making your way to Iroh’s side “could we please talk? I have something to tell you”. You knew Iroh had a hundred things to do but he nodded warmly squeezing your hand “of course just give me one second to...” when the radio sprang into action. President Raiko had surendering to Kuvira’s demands. Republic City was hers.

The avatar was furious and you matched her sentiment. You and Iroh joined her as she met with other leaders in the city like Tenzin and your mother and they all agreed something had to be done to stop Kuvira. A plan was quickly assembled, it was agreed that airbenders would attack the suit from the sky and earth benders would attack from the ground. You didn’t actually expect to damage the suit, you only had to distract Kuvira long enough for Korra to get inside. You were agreeing fervently getting ready to leave with your cousins when Iroh grabbed your arm. “Wait Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” he asked nervously “that mecha suit is dangerous there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to stop it”. I know but it’s my home, I swore to protect it and I won’t break my oath. I have to try and help”. Iroh sighed thinking and you watched him wondering what he’d say. “I understand why you’re doing it and I want to come too”. You paused pleasantly surprised “You do...but I thought President Raiko told you to retreat and surrender?”. “He told me to surrender the army not that I couldn’t personally engage in fighting, i’m not fighting as a general but as plain old Iroh” he announced proudly and you smiled “there’s nothing plain about you even without your titles”. Iroh beamed at you “Does this mean you agree? We can fight this giant together!”. You nodded your head “okay let’s go meet up with the others”.

You and Iroh rushed after the others and found them all suiting up. “Finally” your mother said spotting you but she frowned when she saw Iroh with you “y/n tell me you didn’t bring the general who is also the prince of the fire nation into this”. “She didn’t, I volunteered” Iroh spoke up “I’m not here as a general or as a prince but as a civilian so, where can I help?”. “You know your mother won’t like this” Tenzin commented and Iroh nodded “I know but some things are worth facing her wrath for” he said shooting you a smile and you blushed.

So it was agreed Iroh would stay. Your mother thought it would be best to place him on the roof with the airbenders, she ordered him to shoot lightning at the joints to try and cause some malfunctioning. When you’d all suited up the teams said their goodbyes and Iroh appeared in front of you. You didn’t have long, Kuvira’s giant suit was already in view and the ground shook whenever it took a single step. Iroh stared at you and sighed heavily “Y/n...”. “Don’t say it like that, we don’t have time and we’re both going to be fine okay?” you said faking a smile but Iroh saw right through it. “What did you want to tell me earlier?”. You froze caught off guard and blushed “I...I just wanted to...it doesn’t matter”. The ground jumped and Iroh looked at it nervously before stepping closer to you “I think I can guess what you were going to say”. “You can?” you asked nervously and Iroh smiled “yeah...you had another Beifong blush moment and I’ve noticed you do them around me a lot”. You went bright red and Iroh chuckled “yeah like that...”. You looked down embarrassed but Iroh took your hand gently “don’t, I blush a lot around you too”. You smiled blushing more and Iroh chuckled softly. “Y/n are you ready?” your mom asked and Iroh gripped your hand tightly. “Wait I want to tell you everything before you leave” Iroh cried but you squeezed his hand gently. “It’ll be okay” you smiled “you can tell me everything later and I think I can guess too”. Iroh grinned blushing “later then...just got to get through this”. “We’ll be fine, this is what he trained for” you smiled confidently “I promise I’ll see you on the other side”. Iroh nodded and stared at your lips, he went to move in when your mother called “y/n are you coming or are we leaving you behind”. “I’m coming!” you yelled and stepped away from Iroh “mothers” you commented and he smiled “go, i’ll see you after” and with a last look you both rushed off to your assigned group.

The battle

The fight went about as good as could be expected. The suit swatted the air benders away like flies and your group’s earth, metal and even lava bending barely slowed it down. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the avatar and her team managed to find a way into that thing and your team cheered when you saw she’d done just that. Now the fight was Korra’s so you let your guard down when suddenly the machine began malfunctioning. Your mother yelled for you all to take cover but you were too far away from the building. The suit exploded with a blast and you saw a blinding light and then black.

After the suit exploded everyone assumed the battle won. Half the air benders went after Korra to help her with Kuvira and the other half went to the ground to make sure the others were okay, of course Iroh went with the latter. He saw Bolin, your aunt and cousins but no sign of you or your mother. They told him they were all searching for you and he rushed to join in. With each street he passed his heart began to sink when finally he spotted you! In the arms of your mother unconscious. Iroh ran forward dropping to his knees beside you. “What happened?” he cried and your mother clutched you desperately “that thing exploded and she was too far to get into cover, it hit her sending her flying through the street and now she’s...she’s...”. Iroh saw the blood seeping through your mother’s hands where she held them against you. “No” he said viciously “y/n won’t...she can’t! We need a medic” he yelled loudly before taking off his jacket to wrap around your wound. “Maybe I can cauterise the wound?” he asked “seal it to stop her losing so much blood?”. Lin paused “I think the wounds too big but it’s worth a shot”. Iroh nodded and Lin lifted the bottom of your uniform. Iroh saw a large gash across your stomach and winced. He lit his hand on fire and pressed his hands against the wound. You gasped suddenly and your eyes shot open. “Y/n” your mother and Iroh cried in unison and you blinked trying to make sense of the situation before you groaned in pain. You tensed trying to get away from the burning but your mother held onto you “please y/n just hang on Iroh is trying to cauterise your wound”. “It’s not working” you grimaced resisting the urge to scream “Iroh stop! Please!” you cried and he yelled in frustration moving his hands away from you. “No it has to work if it doesn’t then you’ll.....we need a medic down here” he yelled again but he knew everyone else was spread out and there were no healers in the group. “It’s okay” you said breathing heavily as the situation dawned on you “Iroh it’s alright”. “No it’s not” he cried sinking onto his knees beside you “it’s not y/n, you can’t...you have to fight this, you can’t leave me”. You nodded “trust me i’m trying but Iroh if I do...”. “No y/n don’t even think about it! I won’t let you go it’s not going to happen”. “I don’t think we have a choice” you admitted trying to smile but Iroh just shook his head “but we never got our shot, we never got to talk, I never got to tell you...I love you y/n” he said simply “I have for years, that’s why I never found anyone from the fire nation because the perfect person for me is you. I know there’s traditions and rules but I don’t care, I don’t want anyone else but you. I’d give up anything for you and we were finally heading in that direction and now that stupid spirit cannon”. Tears leaked down Iroh’s face and you reached out a hand to him shakily. He took it and you stroked his face “it’s okay, i’m sorry for being too scared and cautious, I’m sorry for wasting our time together but I love you too, I hope that’s enough”. Iroh nodded “It’s more than I ever hoped, you didn’t waste time you have nothing to be sorry for y/n Beifong, do you hear me?”. “I do” you smiled before coughing in pain and your mother clutched you tighter. “Y/n” your mother cried and you smiled up at her “it’s okay mom, don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay”. You clutched her hand against your chest and took Iroh’s other one. “I’m with the two people I love the most, I’m happy. This is the best way for it to...”. “Stop” Iroh said crying but you just gripped his hand tighter “Iroh look at me”. He blinked through the tears but looked at you. “It’s okay, I promise you everything will be okay”. Iroh just said your name softly and rested his head against yours. Your mother wrapped her arms around both of you and you held onto both of them the best you could when you felt the world fading away. You heard sobbing and your mother faintly saying your name until everything turned dark and it was over.

Epilogue

Following your death the fire nation, earth kingdom and republic city all paid their respects in their traditional fashions. A statue was raised by your mother in the spot of your death and every year on the anniversary of your death both her and Iroh would visit it. Iroh and your mother supported one another following your death being the only one’s who understood how monumental the loss of your life was. They managed to get through it together and although neither of them ever stopped loving you they found a way to carry on. Iroh never married, he couldn’t even consider the idea and his family never pushed him to. He still lived a long and happy life. He was very involved with his sister’s children who he loved dearly and his family never stopped supporting him. If he went quiet and got a teary look in his eye or if he struggled serving in the earth kingdom they understood. Your family also treated him like one of their own, with Lin even calling him her son on a few occasions, and he was invited to all your family’s events in recognition of your love for him. Your memory never faded and when Iroh’s life eventually ended he passed on to find you waiting for him. He knew all the suffering and heartache was over, you were finally together at last.

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So initially I was going to write a happy ending as well but then I thought screw it, I want to cry so I killed off the reader...but I can release the happy ending as a part two if anyone wants it.

Edit: For the happy ending version click here

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Ghost of You

Calum Hood x Reader

Warning(s): death, mourning, Calum crying on stage. Angst.

Notes: I saw a video on tiktok of Cal singing his heart out to this song so here we are. Not revised, written in one session.

Summary: Based on the song Ghost Of You.

The boys were hesitant to keep the tour dates after what happened. Everyone needs time and they thought that the space between the accident and the first show wasn’t long enough.

But Calum disagreed. He assured his bandmates that he would have no trouble by the time the show came around.

They were skeptical, argued with him to the contrary, but Calum just looked at them with tears in his brown eyes and said, “Please. Please let me do this. She would have wanted me to do what I love.”

They didn’t argue after that.

Calum woke up the morning before they hit the road facing the side of the bed that would never be filled again.

He can’t sleep there. He hasn’t even made an effort to make the bed, holding on to the last outlines of where you had once been.

The sheets were ruffled and the comforter was pushed near the end of the bed, your pillow was propped up against the headboard where you had been sitting, drinking out of your coffee cup.

The coffee cup that still sat on the bedside table just next to your side of the bed.

A small tear fell from Calum’s eye as he noticed the ever fading lipstick stain on the rim. A subtle, but pretty pink that you always wore. The one that would sometimes stain his cheek before he went out on stage.

He wiped the tear and tried to smile.

Oh, what you’d say if you could speak to him now. “Wipe those tears away, Cal. You’ll be just fine.”

I’ll be just fine. Calum thought. Eventually, I’ll be just fine.

He got up from the bed, not bothering to prepare himself for the day yet.

His suitcases sat fully packed by the door; ready to be loaded onto the tour bus for the next few months.

He always had more suitcases than you did, for obvious reasons. But he swore you could fit everything you owned in that one little suitcase. A suitcase that wouldn’t be used again, and probably wouldn’t leave the closet.

Calum sighed, pushing away the thoughts and walking out of the bedroom. Trying to drown the thoughts of you out, like he always did, trying to think of anything else.

But he found walking down that hallway to make it especially hard.

In that hallway, in those photos, he swears he can see the ghost of you.

The first one hanging there is a picture of you and him that he used to find almost hilarious to behold. It was an older one, back when they were just getting big and he was still a teenager, it was one of you and him, taken when you were just a fan. Someone Calum didn’t think he’d probably ever see again.

But life works in mysterious ways.

The one across from that was the most recent, it was a selfie you took at Michael and Crystal’s wedding. Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth and you’d made you eyes cross, Calum was making a duck face, doing the same to his eyes.

It never failed to make him laugh.

Next was your first paparazzi appearance. You joked it was your claim to fame, being followed and snapped in a professional photo with Cal. It wasn’t anything special, really. Just a picture of the two of you walking down a street in L.A, holding hands and decked out in what was probably your laziest outfits ever. Calum had on a dark pair of sunglasses and you were smiling up at him, probably about to crack a joke to get that stoic look off his face.

The rest were either family photos, photos of him and the boys, you and your friends, or just silly pictures of the two of you together.

He tried to walk as fast through that hall as he could, trying to keep the tears from reaching his eyes.

But he couldn’t take them down. It might kill him.

He made it to the kitchen with little resistance and poured himself his own cup of coffee, trying to focus on the upcoming tour and not think about you.

He had deleted social media off his phone. He couldn’t take the constant notifications and reminders and apologies from fans. They missed you too, but Calum missed you an ungodly amount more.

He frowned when he saw the empty vodka bottle sitting on his kitchen counter. God his place was a mess. He needed to at least clean up before he left, maybe that’d get his mind off things.

Put on some music. Yeah, that’d be okay.

He finished his cup of coffee, washing the mug before hurrying off to get the other tasks finished before he had to leave.

He took out the trash, cleaned out the fridge, put away his dishes, swept the floors, vacuumed the floors, cleaned the windows, dusted the shelves.

All that was left was laundry.

He made it to the laundry room easily. But once he was in there, nothing was harder.

He filled a load with his dirty clothes, turning on the machine before tentatively reaching for the basket that held yours.

He blinked back tears when he noticed the old Zeppelin shirt sitting in there. The one that your wore when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt.

“He’s a rockstar,” your family had said. “it won’t last.”

“I’m in love with him,” you had replied.

Too young, too dumb, to know things like love. Calum thought with a shake of his head. What did they know? But I know better, now.

Calum went through the rest of your clothes, a memory surfacing for almost each one. A old 5sos merch shirt that you’d worn on your first date, not even thinking about it. A pair of music note socks that he had a matching pair of. A pair of skinny jeans you had a love-hate relationship with. A white bra that you had thrown on stage at one of their concerts as a joke, only for it to end up catching on the neck of Calum’s bass.

He smiled at the memory. His entire face had gone bright red and he had looked down at you with an almost scandalized look. The other boys had to stop the song because they were laughing too hard.

He let your clothes lay back in the hamper after he was done. He didn’t see a reason to wash them yet.

But he tucked that old Zeppelin shirt into his travel bag.

He loaded his bags into the back of Michael’s car, ready to head to the bus. Crystal waved at him from the passenger seat, he waved back.

“You got your keys?”

Calum blinked, not even realizing he was going to need those now. “I didn’t even lock the door,”

Michael laughed, pushing his friend lightly towards his house again. “Go get them.”

Calum chuckled back, hurrying to do so.

It hadn’t even dawned on him that you wouldn’t be there to watch the house, that he needed to lock the door. He had already sent Duke to stay at Luke and Sierra’s but locking his door? He’d never even thought of it.

He grabbed his keys before pausing.

Yours were hanging there, too. A keychain with your initials on it dangling next to the keys.

He grabbed those instead.

“You ready for this, mate?” Ashton asked him as he slid into the back seat.

“Yeah,” Calum said, softly, caressing the keychain with his thumb. “Yeah, I am.”

And as Michael took off, looking back at his house, Calum could’ve sworn he saw the ghost of you.

***

The night was going great so far, the crowd was pumped up, screaming and hollering.

Cal had managed to get lost in the music, forgetting about his problems for hours.

Until the song he had been dreading all night.

He almost asked if they could take it off the setlist after he saw it.

But then they’d have given the sad, almost pitying look that they did when they talked about canceling the tour. And he didn’t think he could stand those looks again.

He took a deep breath as the piano notes began. He could do this.

“Let’s see those lights up in your hands,” Luke said, holding his arm up.

Calum reached his microphone and his breath caught in his throat.

Someone was holding a picture of you up. Almost as if they knew.

His eyes darted to a different part of the crowd only to find an even larger poster being held up and illuminated by the stage lights. It read your name, your birthday, and the day you-

Calum looked away again, trying to blink back tears.

“Wow look at all those-” Luke voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Wow, you guys, this is...”

There were maybe hundreds of posters or photos being held up now along with the phone lights.

“You know, this is my first concert without her in a long time,” Calum found himself saying into the mic. “And this way she’s still here. Thank you guys. Thank you so much.”

The fans cried out in response and Calum cleared his throat, saying to his bandmates away from the mic. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Singing the song, Cal hadn’t realized how much it fit his situation until just then. He hoped it wasn’t some screwed up sort of fate that they would write this song and then he would lose you.

“So I drown it out like I always do,” Luke sang. “Dancing through our house...”

“With the ghost of you,” Calum chimed in, mind filled with thoughts of you. He didn’t drown them out this time, he just let them come.

“And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you,”

“Too young... too dumb... to know things like love,” He could feel the tears falling down his cheeks. “Too young... too dumb...”

“You go!” Luke shouted, allowing the crowd to sing the chorus.

“So I drown it out like I always do,” They sang and Calum hung his head back, trying to hide his tears as he listened. “Dancing through our house. with the ghost of you.”

You would have loved this. You would have said that it gave you chills, hearing the crowd sing such a haunting song back to them.

“And I chase it down with a shot of truth. That my feet don't dance...”

“Like they did with you.” Luke sang the last line with the crowd before the stage went black and Calum rushed off to the side of the stage.

The boys followed quickly, wrapping him in a hug after they reached him, and for the first time since you’d been gone, Calum let himself just cry. He didn’t push it down or wipe his tears, he just cried. He let his best friends hold him and he cried.

But just there, like everywhere, wrapped in the arms of his friends, Calum could have sworn he felt the ghost of you.

#calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum hood x you #calum hood imagine

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