#i got so emotional just flooded with memories and i started tearing up seeing the kids’ faces

[yourssincerely-mimi]

The Car's Outside.

𐙚 - he's not going in his Addison Lee.

PAIRINGS - bf!heeseung X reader

MIMI'S NOTE: Hii! I have awakend from my eternal writers block!! i'm sorry i haven't posted a lot.. so here's a little blurb about he(e) and you! I wanted to experiment with some things, so it might feel off or weird :) I made this in de dead of night. so it's bound to have mistakes, typos, etc :) Please, do enjoy and don't hold back on feedback!

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Your hands trembled as you zipped up your suitcase. The soft hum of an engine outside your window made your heart skip a beat. You knew it was him. Taking a deep breath, you walked to the window. There it was- Heeseung's Acura RDX, parked under the streetlight. Just like it had been countless times before. But this time was different. This time was goodbye.

You grabbed your bag and made your way downstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. You opened the front door, their eyes met. His face was a mixture of hope and resignation.

"Hey," he said softly, leaning against the car.

"Hi," You replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Finally, Heeseung opened the passenger door.

"One last drive?" he asked.

You nodded, sliding into the familiar seat. As they drove through the quiet streets of their hometown, memories flooded back - first dates, late-night adventures, whispered promises of forever.

But forever had run its course.

Heeseung drove aimlessly, neither of them wanting the journey to end. They passed by the diner where they had their first date and the little bookstore where they spent countless Sundays browsing together.

"Remember when we got caught in that thunderstorm at the beach?" Heeseung asked, breaking the silence.

You couldn't help but smile. "How could I forget? We were soaked to the bone, but you still insisted on finishing our picnic under that tiny umbrella."

They both laughed, the sound bittersweet in the confines of the car.

As they approached the airport, the laughter faded, replaced by the heavy reality of what was to come. He pulled into the parking lot, killing the engine. The silence was deafening.

"I guess this is it," You said, your voice cracking.

Heeseung's hand reached for yours hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll always love you, you know that, right?"

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. "I know. I'll always love you too."

They sat there for a moment, neither wanting to be the first to let go. Finally, you took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.

"Wait," Heeseung said, his voice urgent. He leaned over and kissed you softly, one last time. It was a kiss filled with all the words they couldn't say, all the memories they'd shared, and all the dreams they were letting go. "I don't wanna leave you anymore.."

When they parted, you saw tears in his eyes too. You never saw him this emotional, it broke your heart more than it needed to be. You carefully went over his cheek with your thumb.

"I promise, I'll come back.. Just.. we met at a wrong time, and you deserve more than I can offer.." Tears slowly started swelling in your eyes.

Both of you let go, knowing you couldn't turn back anymore. You opened his car door one last time, and took out your suitcase out his trunk, one final time.

Both of you couldn't stand the thought of seeing each other like this. Yet, you kept looking inside those tear-filled eyes. One final time, before leaving. Leaving him and his car, staying outside.

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[hotpinkstars]

-> the house won't ever feel the same again

synopsis -> you and alhaitham got into a relationship-damaging fight.

w/c -> 1.3k

warnings -> hurt no comfort, alhaitham is an asshole in this, dehya is your emotional support lol, reader moves to liyue, arguing and insults, reader is an artist

“alhaitham, please stop stressing. you cannot write twenty papers in the span of three hours. come to bed with me, dear.” 

you knew that this would happen. dating the acting grand sage of sumeru would be no easy feat. and now here he was, slumped over his desk, gripping an abnormally large mug of coffee. you telling him to stop was making the grip even harder. you noticed, and took a deep breath in.

“you know, getting angry is not going to get you anywhere. please, take my advice, and do not overwork yourself tonight.”

“can you not?” he snapped. “let me do my work.” 

this took you off guard for a second. he’s never said something like this to you before- even in your wedding vows, he promised he wouldn’t ever insult you, show major aggression to you, or put his hands on you. ever. 

“i’m simply just trying to help, dearest, please take my advice-” you stopped yourself, seeing his expression. he just rolled his eyes at you, bringing himself back into his work. you’ve never seen your husband do that, he’s always at least taken your words into regards. you try once more. “alhaitham, come to bed-” 

“can’t you tell i’m trying to do work? leave me the hell alone!” he slammed his hands on the table, making you jump back a little bit. tears were coming to your eyes, but you tried to control them. 

“what is with the sudden aggression? you have never done this before!” you raised your voice slightly to try and counter his words, trying to make yourself appear bigger than you felt you were. 

“you’re trying to interrupt me as i work. i will not tolerate it. you can wait. stop caring so much, would you?” he sighs, putting his face in his hands, running his hands up and down his head and ruffling his own hair. “leave me alone. how many times do i have to make myself clear? or is it not clear enough? are you just that stupid?” 

that sentence made you freeze. he did not at all look like he was going to take that back. you nodded and started to walk out the door before he grabbed your shoulder. you stopped once again, thinking this was him apologizing, but you turned around to find a very angry man. 

“and by the way, i’d never do that for you. that’s irritating, and your artwork isn’t worth caring for anyways. go.” 

and there was the start of many tears. you ran out in fear and sadness, wondering what ever got into him to lash out like that. you knew he could be extreme and give out major criticism, but he was never this harsh to you. you looked down at the band on your ring finger, spinning it around a few times. the good memories, your honeymoon, your wedding, and the proposal all came flooding through your mind. it made you cry even harder than you already were, if that's even possible. you slid the ring off and threw it on your nightstand of your shared home, and then was sure to make a point of moving it to his. so he could see the damage he’s caused. you packed a tiny bag and left for the night to go to your friend dehyas place. you knew she’d have some good advice for you.

after a short trek to see her, you knocked on her door, soaked from the rain. she welcomed you in with an impressively strong pat on the back, immediately noticing your puffy eyes and noticing the ring wasn’t where it was normally. 

“what happened to that ring that alhaitham married ya with? did divorce knock on your door?” she sighed. “i knew that’d happen, damned man.”

that sentence made you cry again. she immediately corrected her wrongdoings and pulled you into a strong embrace, stroking your hair. 

“alright, tell me what's the matter.”

“he raised his voice at me… he’s never done that before, dehya!!” you cried harder into her arms, and you could hear her sigh.

“that man, oh did he make a mistake. what are you going to do?” she asked, looking down at you without stopping her motions.

“i’m not sure.. i love him… but i don’t think he loves me..” you sniffled, hugging dehya even tighter now. she nodded, looking down at you in sorrow. she wishes on every star there was something she could do to make you feel better. 

“maybe you should try to talk to him. i know that’s probably not gonna do too much, but i guess it’s worth the effort…”

“but i tried that already, dehya! trust me, i tried to talk to him. and then he ever so rudely kicked me out like i was a colleague that was sent from the fortress of meropide in fontaine! worthless!” you groaned, letting your head fall dramatically on dehyas lap. 

“maybe you have to let him approach you first. give it time, it’ll probably happen.”

you thought long and hard about that night. it’s been two days since your argument, over what exactly? just because you didn’t want him to fail at his job? his papers don’t even have a near due date! if even one at all!! you sat against your bed, lightly scratching the ground with your nails. it seems alhaitham took the ring he gave you, and went back to work the next day. he probably isn’t even thinking about what happened, or so you thought.

considering, the night you got back from dehyas, you were welcomed home to him sipping on some tea, watching the television. probably some documentary about the history of the aranara. you said a slight hey, and he just looked at you, immediately making your heart sink. you sighed and walked away to the spare bedroom. the worst part was that he just let you. he didn’t seem like he cared, or willing to take back all of the insults he threw at you that night. it seemed like that night was the only thing you could think about. 

though, he feels super remorseful about the things he did and said that night. he hasn’t been able to properly focus, being logical enough to know that those words are something you’ll likely never bounce back from. you’ve already broken a paintbrush you’ve had, scratching a rip into a painting you spent hours on. he saw that when he came back home that night, gasping slightly. and that’s when the reality hit him. 

he’s currently slouching over his desk, doing something he’d never even fathom doing in a million years- doodling on his papers. he couldn’t focus, he felt he needed to make it up to you. but he’d only ignore you whenever you tried to take dehyas advice and maybe talk through it with him. he doesn’t know why he ignored you, he just thought he couldn’t talk to you properly in the moment. 

little did he know you were packing your suitcases to move into a small apartment you purchased with a fair amount of mora in the middle of liyue harbor. you told dehya about your plan, also letting her know to wait on letting alhaitham know about your plan. you were too hurt by his words, and you knew you could never be able to sleep in the same bed, nevertheless see the man anymore. you knew you were gonna be gone by dark tonight, which is plenty time before he’d get home. once you’ve packed the last of your things, you set off, taking a carriage to the chasm before being escorted by yelan herself to the harbor, tipping her a fair amount of mora for her kindness. you immediately felt more refreshed, in a new place, away from the man you’ve never known would be as toxic as he appeared to be.

[whorediaries-09]

okay but popstar!reader and rockstar!sirius where reader performs a song, and wears sirius' leather jacket while doing it and screams "yes i'm his girlfriend, do what you want with that information"and sirius is SHOCKED or in which reader is in an interview and get questioned abt siri and she's like "he's the love of my lifee" and he is all gooey and melty

eep! i'm sorry i've been inactive, i hope you forgive me. i was on a little trip and also have my exams. anyways, i hope you like what i've written.

smoke on my clothes;

pairing- rockstar!sirius black x popstar!reader warnings- fluff, 18+ content (i had to incorporate it cause its him-) use of y/n (aghhhkdjci4utcisn). let me know if i should add more a/n- okay so i mixed both the ideas like-um- idk how to explain, you'll see.

the slut club

lovelorn and nobody knows love thorns all over this rose

he was known for his notorious dating history. he was known for his "sex appeal". he was known for cigarettes after sex. he was known for his black leather jackets. he was known for his distinct rough voice, booming through stadiums. and through the years, he had a gained a reputation of being nothing but a man who seemed to a 'playboy' of sorts.

that pushed the media to slut shame him. but what happened behind close walls remained in his memories, and only he knew. while he could usually laugh it off when asked in interviews, he still felt hurt. he wasn't a man of commitment, and whenever he took a woman to his bed, he specified he didn't want any emotional bonding. it was supposed to be just a one night stand.

that was until he met you. you had agreed to collab with him on a project he had been working on. while the both of you rehearsed different genres of music, sirius wanted to experiment with his style a little bit. you were truly a sight to behold, clad in your cream oversized sweater and black jeans when you walked in the studio. there was something so mesmerizing about you, something that truly enchanted him.

that is how you got to know him. the sobs behind his smiles, the addiction behind the smoke on his clothes, the kisses behind his stage. he'd hold your hand under tables, kiss your pretty face stupid in private, he'd braid flowers into you hair. and in the perception of the hues of dark oceans, his gray stormy eyes would melt into your tear flooded haze when his cock was buried into you, hitting spots you'd never knew existed. his well defined abs would be soaked in sweat, lit under the moonlight. his lips would melt into your lips, his fingers pressing into your skin as your walls would clench around his cock, hinting the arrival of your orgasm. he would ghost his fingers at your clit, your moans and screams of his name falling like a cacophony of a melody into his ears. you'd shudder, shake and curl your toes with your breast heaving as you'd come down from your high euphoria, hitting you as he'd paint your walls with his hot white cum. he'd pepper kisses upon your hot skin, murmuring phrases of affection and falling asleep with his arms wrapped around your body.

he was a liquor you could be drunk on. but loving him was like holding a love thorned rose.

****

you wrapped the jacket around your body, hugging it closer, smelling sirius' scent upon you. the interview consisted of the same old questions but you still had to answer them with a faux smile on your face. sirius wondered how you could manage to do it all the damn time.

you shuffled with the cards, reading the tweet by a fan. you looked into the camera,

'so sirius motherfucking black just collabed with y/n? i think i'm about to faint. oh holy lord, they'd be the hottest couple if they dated.'

sirius almost about fainted. bells started ringing in his ears, as his heart thumped against his heart. truly against your wishes and his, the love you had for each other was hidden. once when you had brought it up, he'd laughed it off by saying it would blow up on your pretty face. but deep down he wanted the world to know how amazing you were, and maybe being slut shamed for you, would be worth it, for once. and while you had the image of a sweet popstar, and the world wanted you, it felt like it would be a crime to confine you with him. but his love knew no boundaries. he'd kill for you, he thought when you were so accepting of him and his flaws when he revealed that he was so 'imperfect'.

he gripped on the edge of his table, his knuckles almost turning white when you opened your mouth to answer. you smiled, holding up a finger as you did so.

'actually he is the love of my life,'

the sentence slipped so casually from your lips, as you proceeded with the tweets and questions. if he could, he'd hug you. but you were behind a screen on his phone. he felt wanted, accepted and desired. without his realization tears pooled into his eyes. he felt loved.

because you didn't care about the smoke adorned on your clothes. you didn't care about getting lovesick all over your bed. you didn't care about handprints in wet cement. you didn't care about that he was rose with thorns. you were truly drunk in love, and maybe it would be worth it even for once if it blew up on your pretty face.

[antoncyng]

౨ৎ. SUFFERED - h.sh

synopsis - dreaming about his presence started to hurt again, so it was time to finally watch the VHS.

genre / warning(s) - angst, mentions of death, somewhat based off of 20th century girl, vhs tape is different tho, flashbacks based in 1999

word count - 1.0k (first fic to hit 1k???)

author’s note - this fic is for @cupidhoons because this woman wanted her heartbroken so what better way than to make it about seunghan :33 love u liz! want to read m0re . . ? cl1ck here !

24 YEARS.

24 years was the length you’ve had to suffer without the love of your life by your side.

waking up from this dream was a nightmare, the more you tried to reach out and save him, the farther you would get. it was so hard to accept the fact he was gone, no matter how long it’s been.

the words spilling out of his bestfriend’s mouth still and always will break your heart, deny deny deny was all your mind could comprehend.

7.18.00 6:45 PM

“what do you mean? seunghan isn’t dead.. he’s on a family trip!” all the excuses you could think of spewed out of your mouth with tears running down your face.

“no.. no yn. he isn’t on a family trip, he never went on a family trip. just accept it, he isn’t with us anymore, how would it make sense to go on a family trip if his family came home? he died yn, he died after his surgery. it was guaranteed he would’t live for more than a month, so he did it himself. he left this for you.” sohee did the best he could keeping himself together as well, not wanting to make your situation worse.

he kept quiet and gave you a VHS tape, only to walk away soon after, it looked like he wanted to say something to you(?).

HOW could this be? it only felt like a few weeks ago that seunghan was by your side, holding your hand as you two walked along the beach together, laughing the night away together as the world blurred around the two of you. when you were together, everything just felt right.

now, it feels like nothing would feel right ever again.

6.11.24 4:37 AM

it felt so real. sweat coated your forehead and parts of your body, your breathing grew heavy by the minute, your eyes shot open with water growing in them.

you tried so so hard to reach out for seunghan, but it just looked like the more you stepped closer to him, the further he would walk away. your fingertips touched, and his body slowly started to fade away. all you could do was cry, trying to scream but nothing would come out as you watched seunghan step further into the distance with an emotional smile on his lips, you swore he had a tear running down his face. why did it feel so real?

it hurt, it hurt like someone had just ripped your heart out of your chest and walked away so emotionless. what was so scary or hard that he couldn’t tell you?

you got out of bed, walking towards your desk and opened the drawer, pulling out the VHS tape sohee gave you 24 years ago, you never pulled yourself enough to throw it away. slipping it into the player, the video started to play.

sitting back in your chair, you didn’t know what to expect. a song started playing, it rang in your ears like a shooting star of nostalgia.

“are you alright? how are you doing these days? are you crying again..”

you heard his singing voice call out to you, it brought you to tears.

“because i’m not there? we used to chat a lot, now i don’t see your fine face..”

he appeared on the screen, guitar in his hands as his face focused on the strings, the tears slipped out of your eyes. he’s still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, the most beautiful person you’ll ever meet.

the song stopped. a few clips of the beach you two always walked on together showed, there were clips of the places you loved to bring him to. you were shown clips of yourself falling asleep in an empty classroom, seunghan’s voice in the back.

“look at this girl, she told me she would stay behind during lunch to study..”

more clips were shown, memories were flooding your mind. then it cut to a scene on the beach, it seemed like the phone was set up.

and there he was again, your beautiful boy. just the sight of him on the old tv had your heart melting, he was just so pretty.

“hi yn. if you’re seeing this, you must be very angry with me.” he started off, chuckling dryly. “i recorded this before i went to the u.s. for my surgery, and you must already know the result. i’m sorry i can’t tell you, i would if i really could, but everything is too much for the both of us and i figured it would be better for your life in the future to figure out like this.”

he read off of a piece of paper like a script, clearing his throat as he was already getting emotional just from reading the next words. tears were already flowing out of your eyes, but you couldn’t stop watching the tape.

“i know living without each other is hard after sticking together for so long, i want you to know i truly love you so much, but there’s a reason that i could not tell you about the guaranteed result of my surgery. i don’t think i’ll tell you that now, maybe in another century?” he dryly laughs again, before looking back at the sunset behind him.

“its nice seeing this view again before i leave, i wish i could see it with you. you’re busy a lot but i understand that, i just wish i could spend just a few more hours with you.” his voice makes it obvious he’s starting to tear up, before turning back to the camera with teary eyes like he’s about to end the video.

“but don’t worry too much, i’ll make a pretty sunset and sunrise for you so you don’t have to suffer too much without me, how does that sound? i hope you’re saying good behind this screen..” he tries to cheer himself up with a smile, distracting you from the tears rolling down his face.

“i love you so much, i’ll see you again soon. don’t suffer too much, okay?” he says, waving with his sweet smile before the video ends and the old tv audio starts buzzing again.

but what seunghan will always know, is how much you already suffered without his presence.

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Abscond

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N had that cute innocent teenage love, but what happens when Y/N’s life is flipped upside down; and he’s the one that got away?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None….hope you enjoy this one tho…she cute or whateva🤭

Song for the imagine: The One That Got Away-Katy Perry

Never planned that one day

I’d be losing you

In another life

I would be your girl

“Is that the last box?” My mom asked me as I walked into the front door

“Yes finally, never realized how much stuff I had” I said walking up the stairs to my bedroom

“Well you were away for a good 5 years” she said laughing

“True, didn’t feel like I had so much stuff though” I said laughing

“I’ll let you unpack, and I’ll start some dinner” she said walking away

“Okay! I’ll be down in a few” I said walking up to my room

I stepped into my room placing the last box down….god this room needed some major upgrades. Can’t believe this is what my room looked like when I was 16…who did I think I was

I started to unpack some things, mainly my clothes and some trinkets.

“This room is such a disaster” I said looking around and laughing to myself. I can’t believe my mom left my room the same since I was 16….shes so weird.

I headed down to eat and chat with my mom after I cleaned up some more.

“Mom why’d you leave my room the same” I said laughing

“Well with your father getting full custody, and me knowing your father, and him not wanting you to come here, or me to go there I wanted to keep the memory of you from the last time I would see you” she said smiling

“Yeah dads a dick….Im so glad to be back home. I just missed Boston so much, Arizona is utter crap” I said laughing and drinking some water

“The east coast is better” she said laughing with me

“We have so much stuff to catch up on, and so many things to do” I said getting emotional

“I know. I can’t believe my babies 21 I can not drink with you” she said taking a sip of her wine

“Can’t wait for our drunk nights laughing and crying about random shit” I said

“Those are the best times” she said nodding her head

I had finished eating, and helped my mom clean up the kitchen

“Alright I’m going to head upstairs, and clean up some more, and unpack” I said kissing her on the cheek

“Okay baby, and if you need help let me know” she said drying her hands

“Will do” I said smiling at her before heading back upstairs

I got upstairs and started throwing all my stuff I didn’t want in trash bags for donation, putting more of my clothes away, and putting my new stuff out where my old things were.

I was pretty much done, and I decided to put my shoe container under my bed, I lifted up the skirt of the bed

“Oh god so much dust” I said making a grossed out face

I decided to get the broom and sweep underneath, I was sweeping when all of a sudden two Polaroids flew out from under my bed

“The fuck?” I said leaning down and picking them up, wiping the dust off of them

It was two Polaroids of Matt and I from when we were 16…. Holy shit…

My brows furrowed. When I moved to Arizona I swore I packed these, but I couldn’t find them after days of tearing my room apart

My dad never liked me talking about or speaking to boys, so I assumed he found them and threw them away. I held so much anger towards him for that….and the whole time they’ve been here.

I flipped them over and on the back of the left one it said

“Don’t forget about me I love you-Matt”, and on the right Polaroid it said “be us against the world, in another life I would make you stay”

All my memories started flooding back of Matt and I

Flashback

I was neighbors with the Sturniolos my whole life, but never spoke to the boys. I was always so scared, but one day when I was 13 my mom threw a party and invited them, the triplets and I immediately became friends.

We went to the same high school, and had most of the same classes together. They were the best things to have happened to me. By the time we were 16 I started to realize that I may have liked Matt, but was always so scared to tell him

One night I was just so fed up of never saying anything to him, so I got up and walked over to their house, texting Matt to meet me outside

“Hey Y/N are you alright?” He asked shutting the door behind him

“Yeah I’m good, I’ve just been thinking about some things” I said smiling at him

“Oh? Tell me” he said walking down the steps

“Walk with me?” I asked

“Yeah let’s go” he said following me

“So uh I’m not sure how to put this, and I’m not sure that you’ll feel the same way, but Matt I really like you” I said looking over at him

“Like, like me like me, or like me as a friend?” He said confused

“No Matt, like I like you. I have a huge crush on you” I said getting shy

“You do?” He said looking at me

“Matt YES” I said looking at him

“Y/N….I have the biggest crush on you too” he said smiling

“You do?” I asked confused

“Yes! Hasn't it been obvious?” He said

“No not really” I said laughing

“Well I do” he said pulling me in for a hug

From that moment Matt and I started dating, spending every second together. There was nothing but laughs, long conversations and overall innocent love you see in the movies.

“Hey Y/N, could I kiss you?” Matt asked me one night while we were watching a movie in my living room

“Yeah….ive never kissed anyone before though” I said getting nervous

“Me neither” he said also getting nervous

“Okay, so this could be a learning curve for us” I said laughing to break the awkwardness

“Uh yeah” he said getting shy

Matt had turned towards me, and leaned in kissing me first. It took me a few seconds to register what happened, and then finally I kissed back.

My stomach exploding with butterflies and fireworks…I never wanted to leave this moment. Matt had pulled away, and from that day on he couldn’t keep his lips off of me, but then again neither could I.

Everything was going good for 6 months, before my mom came home one day stressed and crying

“Mom? What’s going on” I said looking at her

“Baby….im so sorry” she said looking over at me and crying

“Mom what’s going on you’re scaring me” I said getting worried

“Y/N your dad won custody of you” she said looking down

“What? I’m 16. How does he magically get custody of me now?” I said getting upset

“I know baby trust me I tried to fight it, but he’s got a better rep than me” she said shaking her head

“What that’s not true! You’ve been here for me and where has he been? Gone nowhere to be seen…..I can’t believe this” I said shaking my head and letting out a sigh

“Trust me I know. I tried, but they don’t care they just look at his perfect record” she said wiping her eyes

“So what now?” I said scared of what she has to say next

“You have to go move with him” she said avoiding eye contact

“IN ARIZONA?? NO” I said raising my voice

“You don’t understand. We have no choice” she said

“This is so unfair. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you, and my friends and I don’t want to leave Matt” I said starting to cry

“I know you don’t, and I’m so sorry that you have to do this, but there’s no other choice” she said shaking her head

“When do I leave?” I asked

“Two weeks” she said looking down

“TWO WEEKS! I don’t even get to finish the school year, or properly say bye to my friends and boyfriend” I said shrieking

“Y/N…..this hurts me too okay” she said

“I can’t believe dad…” I said rolling my eyes

I waited till the very last day to tell Matt and his brothers. I couldn’t spend two weeks with them knowing that we’re all hurting while we’re hanging out. So I much rather just tell them the night before I’m leaving. I can’t be here to see their pain

The night before I was leaving I texted Matt asking if I could come over, and he said yes. I walked over, and he let me in

“What’s going on?” He said noticing my demeanor

“I have to tell you and your brothers something” I said sniffling

“Okay yeah we’re in Chris room” he said

We went up to Chris room, and they all looked concerned

“What’s going on? You’re freaking us out” Chris said

“I’m moving…..to Arizona….with my dad” I said avoiding eye contact

“WHAT?” They all screamed

“Yeah I know, he won custody, and now I have no choice” I said crying

“This is bullshit” Matt said

“Trust me Matt I know” I said shaking my head

“When do you leave?” Nick asked

“Tomorrow morning…my flights at 5AM” i said

“What? And you didn’t bother to tell us sooner” Matt said

“I know okay. I just couldn’t sit here and see us all hurting, so I rather rip the bandaid off now, and not have to see the hurt in your eyes” I said wiping my tears

“I can’t believe this” Matt said

“Will you visit?” Nick asked

“I have no clue, my dads like a drill sergeant….he hates my mom, and he will probably hate me too. I’d be lucky if he lets me visit for the holidays” I said

“This is fucked” Chris said

“Very….” I said

“Well instead of being sad let’s try to make these next few hours memorable for you” Nick said smiling

That night we watched movies, and shows and laughed and ate snacks and took pictures and videos to always have one another

“Y/N let’s take Polaroids, so you’ll never forget me in Arizona” Matt said

“I could never forget you” I said looking at him

He pulled me in and snapped two Polaroids of us, writing on the back, and handing it to me

“I love you so much” he said pulling me in for a hug and kiss

“I love you too Matt” I said smiling at him

Later on that night I went back home and packed up the last of my things that I would be carrying with me. I thought I put the Polaroids in my bookbag, but what actually happened was I didn’t close the pocket, and they fell out when I put my bag on causing them to fall under my bed…..

It was 3:00am and my mom was in the car waiting for me. I looked at my room one last time

“I guess I’ll be back one day” I said shutting the light off and closing my door

I walked outside to see Matt and his family talking to my mom

“We’re going to miss you so much” Mary Lou said pulling me in for a hug

“I’m going to miss you guys too” I said sniffling

I hugged all of them, and waited to hug Matt last

“Matt I love you so much, and never forget about me” I said letting a tear slip

“I could never” he said letting a tear slip as well

I pulled him in for a hug, and kissed him

“I guess I’ll see you when I see you” I said to them

“Bye Y/N” they said

As I got in the front seat I waved

“Love yall” I said before getting in

My mom started to drive off as I stared into the side view mirror…..my whole life just gone down the drain….and now I have to start a new life in Arizona with my dad

We had gotten to the airport, and this was my first time flying alone, so I was nervous

“You’re going to be okay baby, I love you and let me know when you landed okay? Call me every single day please” She said letting tears fall

“Don’t cry mom” I said pulling her in for a hug

“How can I not? You’re leaving me” she said

“I’ll be okay, I’ll call you everyday and I love you too” I said before getting out the car

“Love you baby” she said and I shut the door walking to my new life

My dad was an absolute asshole. All we did was fight and yell and bicker. He never let me see my mom. I never went back to Boston, and at 17 when I graduated he put me in a private college. I could’ve left, but by that point I had so much fear in my heart because of him.

I had gotten two jobs so I could save and move out, and go back to Boston. I only did three years of college before dropping out. My dad was fuming, but I was 21, and I was ready to see my mother again

I hadn’t really kept up with the triplets because I didn’t want to endure that pain, but about a year ago I saw they were really famous on youtube. My tik tok page has become full of videos of these people I used to be so close with, and my ex Matt.

It was so crazy to see, but yet again we never spoke to each other for these 5 years.

Flashback Over

“God this is crazy” I said examining these Polaroids of us

I went downstairs to my mom

“Hey mom look what i found” I said shaking her the Polaroids

“Holy shit, you and Matt” she said looking at the pictures

“So crazy how fast 5 years can change everything” I said

“Man yall had such cute innocent love” she said smiling at the pictures

“Yeah I never talked to them again after i left” I said

“Yeah I know they’re mom always asked about you, you know they're super famous on social media now. They were just on tour last I spoke to their mom” my mom said

“Yeah I’ve seen it on my social media pages….its so crazy” I said

“You know Matt’s super cute now” she said winking at me

“Mommmm stop” I said laughing

“I’m just saying, you know You should see if they’re home I know that they live half in LA and half here because of their job” she said

“Mom I doubt they’d remember me or care because it’s been so long” I said rolling my eyes

“You act like you’ve been gone for 20 years, they will remember you” she said laughing

“I don’t know. I feel like we grew apart at this point, so would they really care to see me?” I said

“I’m sure Mary Lou always said they asked about you! Go on” she said shooing me

“Okay” I said giving up

I decided to walk over to the Sturniolos house, knocking and getting super nervous about who would open the door.

I heard walking, and suddenly the door was opening up

“Hi” I heard Mary Lou say as she opened the door

“Hi Mary” I said smiling at her, she looked at me a little confused before suddenly her eyes got wide

“Y/N??” She said shocked

“Yes!” I said smiling at her

“Oh my god! Look at you! You’re all grown up. My god it’s been so long” she said pulling me in for a hug

“I know…. 5 years and 6 days to be exact” I said pulling away from the hug

“Please come in” she said waving me in

We walked to the kitchen where I sat at the island

“Jimmy! Come look who’s here” she yelled

Suddenly Jimmy came in from upstairs

“Holy shit!” He said smiling at me and pulling me in for a hug

“When did you get back?” He asked

“About a few hours ago actually” I said

“Man the boys prayed every day you’d come and visit” he said

“Yeah I know….my dads not the nicest” I said shaking my head

“I figured it was him” Mary Lou said

“Are you back for good?” Jimmy asked

“Yes! I’m back for good” I said smiling

“Oh wait till the boys hear about this” she said

“It’s so insane how fast 5 years go by” Jimmy said

“I know I was saying the same thing earlier….i'm just so glad to be back home” I said

“We are too! Man this is amazing” Jimmy said

“I should call the boys” Mary said, I assumed she meant FaceTime, and that they were back in LA

“They’ll be so happy to see you” she said

I smiled at her, and right before she went to call one of them, the front door opened

I heard three deeps voices laughing and talking

“Oh well never mind they’re home” she said

“We’re in the kitchen” Jimmy yelled out

Chris walked in first with Nick behind him, and then Matt behind Nick

“What the fuck” Chris said looking at me as he stopped in his tracks

“Is this real life?” Nick said looking at me

“Y/N?” Matt said looking at me with a shocked expression

“Yeah” I said smiling at them

The End

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Echoes and Shadows - Part 5  

Soldier Boy x F/Reader Y/N           

Warnings:  Fights, Dead, mentioning miscarriage, blood, hurt, fluff ... 

Side note: English isn’t my first language    

Words:  3000 

*Does not follow the boys storyline * 

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In the 1950, Soldier Boy had to train a train a young girl supe named Y/N, she had a "nice girl next door" persona. Soldier Boy hated it at first, until they started to work together, he seemed to start to like this kid.   

Years passed and Y/N didn’t seem to age a lot either. To her it seemed that Ben started to respect her. The two of them worked together just fine until his team Payback was assembled.   

His relationship with Crimson made her feel alone, and her bond with Noir made him jealous. It goes without saying her and Crimson Countess where never best friends.   

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Y/N's mind swam with the flood of memories, the painful flashback receding as the present came back into focus. Annie sat across from her, a mix of shock and concern on her face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.  

The kitchen was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of the front door opening. Ben stepped in, his face a mix of surprise and worry as he saw both Y/N and Annie in tears. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he quickly crossed the room to them.  

Y/N, her hands trembling, pushed the stack of medical files to his chest. Ben took the papers, his eyes scanning the contents. Y/N swallowed hard, steeling herself for what he had to say.  

Annie, sensing the need for privacy, quietly excused herself, leaving Y/N and Ben alone in the dimly lit kitchen. 

“Is that what you wanted to keep from me, Ben?" Ben's expression shifted, the memories clearly resurfacing for him as well. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before speaking.  

"Y/N, it was... you were never the same," he began, his voice gentle but firm. "You were depressed, sad, angry." Ben hesitated, then continued. "You had a lot of pain, and there was nothing I could do." He paused, taking her hands in his.  

She pulled back “You could have stayed.” Ben looked confused. ”What?” Y/N’s lip trembled, “You could have stayed the morning after... You could have stayed with me when I lost...” Y/N could see she was working on his nerves.

"You said I needed to leave!”  

She got closer to him, fingers pointing to his chest. “Because you accused Noir! It was you who fucked me Ben, it was you who said all the right words to get me to sleep with you. It was you who I told that I needed, no wanted a steady relationship. It was you who left before the morning and acted like nothing ever happened. It was you who used me! It was YOU who was the FUCKING father!”  

Both Ben and Y/N’s eyes started to tear. “I know” Ben said his lip trembling “I know... I know that."

The weight of the moment pressed heavily on both of them, the revelations and emotions swirling around them like a storm. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes again.  

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Ben took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. "Because you didn't remember," he explained, his voice pained, "I didn't want to put you through it all over again."  

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion. "But you knew it wasn't Earving's right? How did you find out, did I told you it was yours?" Ben hesitated, the memory clearly painful for him. "There was a moment, after you got home from the hospital," he began, his voice low.

"I was angry, confused. I thought... I thought you had been with someone else. I accused you of sleeping with Noir of cheating on me." Y/N's eyes widened in shock.  

“So I... I asked Vogelbaum for the test results they did after you refused to answer who’s it was. I wanted to confront you...” He continued. “He eh, also said you asked to eh... make sure that could never happen again.”  

Y/N nods remembering the conversation.” He said he’d do it if he could use my DNA for tests.” Ben took a step closer, “In ‘80 he asked me to get tested too. Probably to make sure something like that never happens again.”  

She got up “Probably.” and moved to the bedrooms.” Hey” Ben said, Y/N turned around.” I never meant to hurt you. I’m not a bad guy... you know that.” Y/N sniffed “I don’t know what to believe anymore Ben.” before she left for her room. 

Ben lay on his back, staring at the dark ceiling of his bedroom. The familiar shapes of the furniture took on ghostly forms in the dim light filtering through the curtains. His mind was a labyrinth of tangled thoughts and regrets.  

He turned onto his side, trying to escape the memories that flooded his consciousness, but it was useless. The soft, heart-wrenching sobs from the next room pierced the silence, each cry a dagger in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to ignore the sound, but Y/N's grief was impossible to ignore.  

It was a Deja vu from 1979, the year everything changed, the year he lost her thanks to his own fucking stupid mistakes. The memory came rushing back with a clarity that was almost painful. "The baby was yours." Vogelbaum had said, Ben had been numb at first, unable to process the enormity of the loss.  

But Y/N had been devastated, her sorrow a palpable force that hung over them like a dark cloud. He had been such a fool. He remembered the way suspicion had gnawed at him, how he had convinced himself that the child couldn't be his.  

The guilt gnawed at him now, years later, as he lay in the dark. He had betrayed her trust, accused her of infidelity, while he himself was entangled in a multiple affairs. The irony was bitter on his tongue.  

The fights with Crimson Countess had become more frequent and more violent after Y/N lost the baby. Ben knew, deep down, that she had always known the truth. The baby had been his, a cruel twist of fate that he couldn't accept at the time. He had projected his own guilt and shame onto Y/N, using anger to mask his fear. 

The sobs from the next room intensified, a crescendo of anguish that echoed through the walls. Ben's heart ached with the knowledge that he was the cause of her pain. He had never truly understood how deeply she had been wounded until it was too late.  

Crimson Countess had been a reckless attempt to escape the reality of his own failures. But the more he fought with her, the more he saw the truth reflected in her eyes. She had known all along that he wanted Y/N but was too scared, and she had used that knowledge to manipulate him, to keep him under her control.  

The doubt and anger had twisted him into someone he no longer recognized. Ben sat up in bed, the weight of his remorse pressing down on him. He couldn't change the past, but he could try to make amends.  

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet. He hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door and quietly opened it. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the sliver under Y/N's door.  

He moved silently, each step a reminder of the countless times he had walked this path before. He paused outside her room, listening to the sound of her sobs, his heart breaking anew.  

Ben knocked softly, the sound barely audible. There was a moment of silence, then the door opened a crack. Y/N's tear-streaked face appeared, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "What?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.  

"I'm... sorry, Y/N," he said, his voice trembling but honest. She looked at him for a long moment, the pain in her eyes a mirror of his own. Then, slowly, she opened the door wider, allowing him to step inside.

Ben gently lifted Y/N off the ground, feeling her small frame tremble against him. He carried her to the bed, settling her gently against his chest. The years of distance and unspoken pain melted away as he held her close, his hand moving soothingly over her back.  

He pressed his lips to her hair, whispering words of comfort that he hoped could bridge the chasm between them. "It's okay, let it all out" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Not anymore."  

Her sobs gradually slowed, turning into shaky breaths. Each exhale was a fragile testament to the weight of her sorrow. Ben continued to stroke her back, the rhythmic motion intended to calm the storm of emotions within her. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, a rapid, fragile flutter that gradually steadied.  

Y/N nestled closer against Ben, drawing strength from his embrace. But the question that had lingered in her mind for years surfaced, raw and demanding answers. "Ben, why didn't you ever choose me? Was I not good enough?"

Her voice was a whisper, tinged with a pain that had never fully healed. Ben's breath caught in his throat. He had known this question would come someday, but facing it now, with her fragile and vulnerable in his arms, made it all the more excruciating.  

He tightened his hold on her, as if by doing so he could shield her from the painful truth. "I..." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "I never thought I was good enough for you, Y/N. You were always this incredible, kind, and beautiful person, and I... I was flawed, broken.” 

He took a deep breath. “Once I got to know you, I felt like I didn't deserve you, like I would only drag you down... and I did." She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. "But you were everything to me, Ben. I loved you. I needed you. I sticked with you since the first day we were introduced."   

"I know," he said, his voice breaking. "And I failed you. It was easier to push you away, to hide. It was cowardly, and it was wrong." Y/N's fingers tightened on his shirt, her knuckles whitening.  

"I would have never asked you to choose me, but when you said you wanted to be the man I wanted, I believed you." Ben closed his eyes, the memory of that terrible time slicing through him like a knife. “I meant it, I just... freaked out in the morning.”  

“Why?” He looked in her eyes, the honesty reflecting in his green pearls. “I saw everything I dreamt of. You, me a life together somewhere in the country, sitting on a porch watching our grandkids...”  

He could see the tears in her eyes shine, but also a soft smile on her lips. “And then I thought about what my father said, and I... just... ran. Afraid of losing what we had. Afraid to fuck everything up, which, I know I did by treating you that way. But still, you would have the opportunity to find a man who isn’t a disappointment, like fucking Noir.”   

He looked at his hand that was still caressing her back. Y/N’s hand moved over his cheek, his beard feeling rough against her skin. “You are not a disappointment, Ben.” She lifted herself and softly placed her lips on his. “An idiot, yes, disappointment never.” He smirked.  

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As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Ben and Y/N still entwined in each other's arms, the comfort of their closeness a balm to years of pain. They had fallen asleep at some point during the night, their bodies and hearts finally finding a moment of peace.  

But that peace was shattered by the loud, insistent pounding on the door. "Oi! Wakey, wakey!" Butcher's voice bellowed through the wood. "Get yer arses up! We got work to do." Ben stirred, blinking groggily as he sat up, his arm still wrapped protectively around Y/N.  

She awoke with a start, her eyes wide and disoriented. The brief moment of tranquillity was gone, replaced by the urgency of Butcher's call. "What's going on?" Y/N asked, her voice still husky from sleep. Ben frowned, his mind racing to catch up. "Sounds like Butcher found something."  

They dressed quickly, the previous night's intimacy giving way to the practical need for action. When they emerged from the room, Butcher was waiting in the hallway, his expression a mix of impatience and grim determination.  

"We found Mindstorm," Butcher said without preamble. "He's holed up in a compound not far from here. We need to move fast." Y/N's heart quickened at the mention of Mindstorm. She had her own reasons for wanting to find him, reasons she hadn't yet shared with Ben.  

"I'm coming with you," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Butcher raised an eyebrow. "This ain't a sightseeing tour, love. It's gonna be dangerous." 

"I know," Y/N replied firmly." Ben looked at her, concern etched on his face. "Y/N, are you sure? This is just about getting revenge. You know that right?" She met his gaze, her eyes steady. "I'm sure, Ben." Butcher glanced at Ben, then back at Y/N.  

After a long moment, he nodded reluctantly. "Alright. But you stay close, and if things go south, you follow my lead. Got it?" - "Got it," Y/N agreed, relief flooding through her. They set out together, the tension of the upcoming confrontation hanging heavy in the air.  

As they neared Mindstorm's compound, Y/N's resolve only strengthened. She knew this was her chance to reclaim the pieces of herself that had been lost. She acted like she changed her mind. Staying behind with the car. Ben and Butcher looked with suspicion but moved on. 

But before Butcher or Ben could make a move, Hughie appeared beside Mindstorm in a blink, grabbing his arm. "Now!" Y/N shouted, and in an instant, they were gone, teleported. She knew this was her chance, and she was determined to uncover the truth about her past, no matter what it took.  

Mindstorm looked frightened, his eyes darting around as if expecting Soldier Boy or Butcher to appear at any moment. Hughie stood beside him, ready to teleport them away at the first sign of trouble.  

"Y/N," Hughie said, relief evident in his voice as she approached. "We don't have much time." She with her eyes still closed said. "I need to talk to him. Alone." Hughie hesitated, then gave a quick “ok”   

With that, he stepped out of earshot, leaving Y/N alone with Mindstorm. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath steadying herself. "Mindstorm, I need your help."  

"Help?" he echoed, his voice shaking. "Why would I help you? You know what they’ll do to me if they find me." She opened her eyes, her expression resolute. "Because I can get you out of here. Hughie will take you anywhere you want to go, away from Soldier Boy, away from Vought. But I need you to give me back my memories first."  

Mindstorm swallowed hard, his fear evident. "I... I can't. If they find out..." "They won't," Y/N interrupted, her voice firm. "This is your chance to disappear. To start over. But I need to know the truth. I need to know what happened to me."  

He hesitated, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deceit. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. Y/N stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. "I know Vought had you do it. There's no way I would forget such a significant part of my past just from a fight. You erased my memories, didn't you?"  

Mindstorm nodded, guilt and fear warring in his expression. "Yes. Vought ordered it. They wanted to protect their secrets. They didn't care about what it would do to you." "Give them back," Y/N demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. "I need to know everything." and in a second he did. 

She felt a strange sensation, like a gentle tugging at the edges of her consciousness. Images and feelings began to flood back, overwhelming her senses. She saw herself with Ben, their happy moments before the tragedy of losing their unborn child.  

She felt the crushing grief, the accusations, the betrayal. She remembered the day Vought had taken her, to a room where Mindstorm had erased her memories. Tears streamed down her face as the memories continued to pour in, each one a sharp reminder of the life she had lost.  

Mindstorm looked at her, his expression a mixture of pity and relief. "It's done. You have them all back." Y/N wiped her tears, her resolve hardening. "Thank you," she said, her voice steady. "Now, go with Hughie. He'll take you somewhere safe." 

Before Mindstorm could react, Ben hurled a knife with lethal precision. The blade buried itself in Mindstorm's eye, eliciting a bloodcurdling scream. He fell to his knees, clutching his face as blood streamed down. Ben didn't hesitate. He grabbed Mindstorm by the hair, dragging him to the ground.  

"You think you can mess with her mind and get away with it?" Ben snarled, slamming Mindstorm's head against the floor. "You think you can ruin our lives and walk free?" Mindstorm's voice was barely a whisper, choked with pain and fear. "Please... I was following orders. Vought... Vought made me do it." Ben hesitated, his grip loosening slightly. 

Y/N and Hughie heard Ben yell.

"What are you talking about?!" Mindstorm coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "They needed you gone. Both of you. Vought... had a plan, they made a baby. Born in 1981. A replacement for you. They couldn't have you around, too much of a liability. And they couldn't risk Y/N remembering."  

Y/N's eyes widened when seeing Ben’s anger flare “WHAT! That’s impossible!” he yelled, her breath catching in her throat. "Ben stop! STOP!" With a brutal motion, Ben slammed his shield into Mindstorm's head, over and over.  

The supes' body went limp. a heavy silence fell upon them, broken only by the ragged breathing of Ben. "What did he say?" she asked when he walked past them. "Ben?"

But he ignored her and walked on.  

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07. WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP ME ? ; left on read

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y/n pov;

you put your phone down with a frustrated sigh, feeling hot tears well up behind your closed eyelids. nothing made sense anymore. why was ajax and venti sitting with kuni? you didn’t even let any of them explain because seeing him there just set something off inside of you. so many past memories with him, good and bad, flooded your mind as soon as you saw him and you just had to get out of there.

a hand found it’s way onto your shoulder, pulling you away from the internal hate directed towards kuni. “i know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but are you sure you’re okay, y/n?” tighnari asked quietly.

as soon as you left the restaurant, you sought out someone who you knew wouldn’t ask questions and let you in their space without a second thought. and that friend was tighnari. underneath his sarcastic exterior, he cared dearly for all his loved ones, so it was no surprise that he immediately welcomed you in with open arms seeing your solemn frustration. cyno, tighnari’s boyfriend, and collei, tighnari’s younger sister, were there as well. cyno because he lived with tighnari in their apartment off campus and collei because she liked visiting her brother as often as her schedule allowed her to.

allowing yourself a bit of comfort, you leaned your head onto tighnari’s shoulder to which he wrapped his arms around you and started rubbing circles into your back, soon followed by cyno and collei huddling around you to join in the embrace (which was surprising because cyno hated physical contact with people he wasn’t close with). the soothing touches and words from your friends was enough to make a couple tears fall down your cheeks.

“fuck, i didn’t want to start crying about this.” you said with a slight laugh at your own predicament.

tighnari looked down on you with eyes full of concern despite the warm smile plastered on his face. “it’s okay to let your emotions out, you know.”

collei had moved from the group hug to type something on her phone while cyno lingered near the two of you. “yeah, but still.” you sighed, wiping your tears with the back of your sleeve.

”i’m sorry, i’m just upset because i saw my ex.” you admitted, though when saying it out loud, you felt a little embarrassed.

”you don’t have to apologize-“ tighnari started before cyno cut him off.

”i’d be upset if i saw my ex too.”

”you don’t have an ex?” tighnari raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend’s attempt to cheer you up. cyno rolled his eyes with a slight smirk, nudging his foot into tighnari’s side. 

“i ordered us some food!” collei chimes in, draping her arms across your shoulders as she leaned on your back. “so let’s forget about your ex! we can watch some movies or play some games and eat.” she suggested, smile never fading. it warmed your heart that they were caring for you this much, you didn’t think you deserved it since you just barged in on their hangout.

”okay, that sounds like fun.” you nodded in agreement despite the internal debate as tighnari and cyno got up to set up the tv while collei opened a nearby closet and pulled out blankets and pillows.

”we should play sonic adventure two.” cyno said to tighnari which got him a snort in response.

”why? so you can explain the sonic lore to all of us?” tighnari joked.

”yes.” cyno stated, you could tell he was beaming at the idea of showcasing all his knowledge on the series by the way he was inching closer into tighnari’s personal bubble. cyno was never good at expressing himself but you’ve sat through countless amounts of tighnari explaining cyno’s body language to you. you were just that good of a friend.

as tighnari and cyno set up the gamecube and talked amongst themselves, collei snuggled up on your left side and offered you a small plush for comfort. “why did you see your ex? like you visited them or?” she asked innocently, collei always reminded you of a younger sibling even despite the two of you not being related at all.

”well,” you started, unsure of whether or not you wanted to admit your outburst at the mere sight of seeing him. “i was supposed to meet up with my two friends to meet our new roommate, since the three of us dorm together and we needed a fourth since the old one moved out. but then he was sitting there with them — and — i don’t know — i kinda flipped out?” you sighed, leaning the side of your head on top of her own while squeezing the plush closely to your chest.

”ah, i see,” collei started, linking your arms together with a sigh, “that sucks. i can’t imagine how you’re feeling.”

”like shit. ugh, i have to text them back.” you looked over at your phone casted off to the side. “fuck! he even texted me, you know?”

collei looked up with a raised eyebrow, “wow, that’s kinda shitty? after ruining your evening he even texts you…” she scoffs and cyno rejoins you two on the couch while tighnari heads downstairs to get the food.

”he sounds like a bitch. bet i can take him in a fight.” cyno sat by the armrest so tighnari can settle between the two of you. you laughed at his joke (although he meant it) and shook your head.

”id love to see that actually.” you bit the inside of your cheek, “but as much as i hate him for breaking my heart… i was kinda relieved to see him?”

“y/n, you lummox.” you heard tighnari start to scold you from behind as he came back with the food. you daren’t turn and look him in the eyes because you could already tell he was standing with the food in one hand and the other placed on his hip. “don’t you dare tell me you’re missing him after he, might i remind you my dear, broke up with you a week before your birthday?” you heard cyno and collei gasp, forgetting they didn’t know that about kuni.

”oh my gods???” collei’s hand was over her mouth.

”yeah, so, about me fighting him…” cyno mutters under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest.

“guys…” you whined, covering your face with your hands. “i don’t want to talk about this anymore, ugh, cyno why don’t you talk about your sonic fursona?” you decided to change the subject away from you as soon as possible so that you could collect your thoughts.

cyno’s eyes lit up and he sat up almost like a puppy dog seeing treats for the first time.

“i thought you guys would never ask me to.”

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A/N: btw sonic adventure 2 best sonic game out there don’t even argue with me i’m right 🤞 sorry this chapter is late (it's not i dont have a scedule for this) uhm im currently dying (not actually but ive been in bed all day) anyways since i couldn't sleep last night at all i started thinking about making another smau for scara what do u guys think.....

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[haveihitanerve]

You Can Cry If You Want To-

Bruce Wayne was just on his way to bed when he paused in the hallway. He hadn't checked on anyones bedroom since steph and tim had moved out, and damian didn't seem the type to sleep heavy and feel secure if his father poked his head in the door at midnight. But Bruce missed watching his children sleep, missed watching as their chest rose and fell, missed seeing all the tension leave their bodies as they relaxed. Got to be children. Young. For the night. So quietly, in a way only a man trained by ninjas in the himalayans can move, bruce snuck over to his youngest sons bedroom, and gently pushed open the door. He frowned when the light fell onto an empty bed, his heart starting to race. He had checked all the cameras, he had raised dick grayson and jason todd, there was no way to escape the Manor without Bruce knowing and letting it happen. And no one could come in either. Cautiously, he stepped a bit further in, looking around. Maybe for signs of a struggle, or a packed bag or anything. But he found nothing. Bruces frown deepened and he walked in further, scanning. That was when he heard the sniffling. Bruce tensed, but realized it was… the sound of crying? He turned slowly, and spotted the closet door cracked open slightly, a small light, probably from a flashlight, shining through the slats in the door. So bruce crouched down and crept forward slowly, opening the door further. “Damian?” he whispered. The crying cut off. “F-father?” Damian's shaky voice floated out to him from behind a few racks of clothes and he let out a sigh of relief. “Hey dami. You alright Prince?” Bruce pushed aside the hangers and peered down at his youngest, huddled in the corner, alfred the cat curled up next to him, his knees up to his chest and tears streaked across his cheeks. “Oh baby.” Bruce reached out a hand, slowly, so that damian wouldn't tense, and gently wiped his tears away. “Whats wrong?” he asked. Damian blinked, and the confusion at the kindness, the simple act of fatherly behavior, made bruce want to snap Talia Al Ghul's neck. But he kept the anger off his face, instead crawling deeper into the clothes and pulling damian onto his lap. He carded his fingers through the soft brown curls and damian cuddled closer, digging his hands into bruces chest. “What happened?” Bruce asked softly, reaching out a hand to rub alfreds chin when the cat let out a put out meow. “I-I had a bad dream.” Damian answered quietly and the doubt and fear in his voice made bruce see red. But he pushed it away, focusing instead on the small, scared little boy in his arms. His heart squeezed. How many times had he been in this position before? How many times had he held dick, held jason, tim, cass, steph, and even babs when the things they had seen had been too much or memories of their past flooded their senses. And in that moment Bruce hated his sons mother. Hated the League of Assassins. He had kept damian’s conceiving quiet, not revealing anything to alfred as to how the child had actually come to be, for he knew that if the butler got even a whiff of it, or the exact details of what life had been like for damian there, he would tear the place apart to get to those who had hurt him. But in that moment, as he held his son who had been kept from him for so many years, had been hurt and trained to be a weapon, had been beaten for showing emotions so much so to the point where showing any here, in a place he was safe, when he had a nightmare and wanted comfort(if the vice grip he had on bruce was any indication) had scarred him so severely, bruce didn't know if he wanted to keep the secret any longer. Or hold alfred back when he did. 

But Bruce shoved all his emotions, his feelings of rage aside, in favor of calming the little boy in his arms. “Thats okay baby. Sometimes i have nightmares too.” He kissed damian’s head. “You wanna talk about it?” Damian shook his head, but he cuddled closer. “Alright.” Bruce said softly, wrapping his arms tighter around the boy. “Grandfather said we’re not to cry.” Damian whispered pitifully. Bruce felt a growl build up in his throat, but he swallowed it down, rubbing damian’s back soothingly. “That is because Ras Al Ghul is incapable of human emotion.” he kissed damian’s head. “You are ten. You can cry if you want to.” Damian didn't answer, but bruce felt his shirt grow wet. He didn't move, just held the boy closer. “You wanna sleep with me tonight?” He asked quietly. Damian hiccuped, nodding. “Y-yes. Yes please.” “okay.” Bruce stood and damian moved to get back on the ground, but bruce just held him, cradling him as he walked to his own room, alfred the cat trailing behind him. Damian sniffed, wiping his nose as bruce pushed open the door to his bedroom and walked to the bed. “Wait here okay? Ill be right back.” he promised. Damian nodded, hugging alfred close to his chest when the cat leapt onto the bed. Bruce hurried to get changed, slipping into his bed clothes before half running back out. Damian was seated in the same spot as before, alfred in his lap. Bruce smiled softly, coming over and slipping under the covers. “Come here.” he bade his son softly. Damian crawled over to him, snuggling underneath his arm. Bruce kissed his head and wrapped the blanket around them, pulling alfred in as well for damian to cuddle. Damian's eyes drooped and bruce smiled, opening his mouth to sing. He had used to sing goodnight lullabies all the time when dick and jason had been younger, but had stopped after a while. Damian let out a yawn, and his eyes slid shut. Bruce smiled, finishing the song and switched off the light. Damian rolled in his arms, snuggling closer.  “I love you baba.” he murmured, drowsily, before wrapping his arms around alfred and passing out. Bruce wiped at his eyes and kissed his sons head again. “I love you too Princeling.” He whispered. Neither noticed the flash of the camera, or the butler, watching from the hall with a smile. 

based on this little short but changed slightly because, come on, gotta give bruce some good dad points. he would so stand by his kids if they cried. he might not understand the emotion because hes been through too much, but he would let them cry

[nieceeee]

"SOON AS I GET HOME"

P/C: babydaddy eren POV from leaving your house.

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: Little quick fluff and emotional whirlwind yall been asking for. Just wanted to get this one out my head while I build the next part.

I think I need to build out a playlist and put these in order so we can know where to go from here. I never actually established their relationship before the baby and I want to share that. Its alittle wild but I think it will make sense to further the plot

My heart was heavy as I started my engine and pulled out of y/n’s driveway. What the fuck Eren? Why would you ask her that? I reprimanded myself. I shook my head at myself. I didn't head straight home. My mind still spinning. I knew I was getting too close to her but I couldn’t help it. Y/N was my everything at one point in my life. And now, seeing her with our child, watching her from afar, my heart started to long for those familiar moments. Memories of being cuddled up with her, my head in her legs as she stroked my scalp gently. Or when I would see the shock on her face as I would surprise her at home with dinners and gifts. She was so important to me but we never seemed to work out when we got together. It's like the balance was always tipped and it was easier to fight and leave than sift through the drama. 

Still, that never erased the good moments. I let out a heavy sigh. You can't do this Eren. You can't get attached. You’re in a relationship. I thought about my girlfriend. We had been together before I found out about the baby and recently after y/n had given birth. It’s been a tough journey. I knew that she knew I had gone back to y/n when we broke up. We weren’t dating but that definitely didn't stop the other things we did. My mind flooded with images of the day I helped her and a small ball of fire ignited in my stomach. I refocused again. As much as I wanted to relive some of those memories, I wouldn't do that to my girlfriend. She didn't deserve that. Part of me wanted to leave and try to convince y/n to work it out. But the fear of it failing and driving a wedge between us was too much to bear. I couldn't lose her and my baby. And being in a relationship made it easier for me to not act on the urges, at least not with y/n. Now the things I did alone in my room were different. 

It wasn’t intentional but I couldn't deny it and say sometimes my mind didn't shift to another person to get myself off. I was always riddled with guilt afterwards but it didn't change the way it made my body react to her. I groaned aloud. Why is this so damn complicated. 

I drove around a little while longer. I knew what was waiting for me when I got home and I wasn’t ready to let the small sense of peace I had leave just yet. When I was with y/n, I felt at ease. There was no confusion, just us. We could sit and talk for hours and I would long for it the moment it stopped. Y/n made me feel whole in a way I couldn’t explain and I wanted that wholeness all the time but she wasn’t on the same page. I could see it in her eyes when I asked her about us. The way she would shift the topic or dodge the questions when I mentioned what we could've been. I know we weren’t perfect but I at least hoped there was something to salvage with her. 

Tears burned in the back of my eyes but I cleared my throat and blinked them away. It was no use dreaming of things that wouldn't happen. I made the quick turn onto my street. Here we go. I thought to myself as I cut the engine on my car and walked inside. The lights were on and I knew she was awake and waiting for me to walk through the door.

“Did you fuck her?” She asked, disdain dripping from her voice. She sat in front of me, her arms crossed across her chest. I had just walked in the front door and she was already on her bullshit. I tried my best not to roll my eyes. “Again with this shit? You ask me every time I go over there.” I shook my head, kicked my shoes off at the door and made my way towards the guest bedroom. “Because you smell like her.” She said walking behind me. I groan internally. It was a never ending cycle with her and it was starting to weigh on me mentally. “Just answer the question Eren.” She pushed. “No.” I answered. “For the thousandth time, for the past 6 months. I did not and have not fucked her. Are you happy now?” She stood in front of me. Time stood still for a beat. Two beats. Three. “Fine.” She huffed before turning on her heels and walking away.

I let her leave before turning to get undressed and climb into bed. She had given me the ultimatum. ‘Whenever you go see her, you can sleep in the guest room. I don't want her scent in our bed.’ I’ll admit I found solace in those days. Moments where I could be alone and in my memories without feeling the weight of her next to me. I closed the door to the guest room behind me and locked it before sliding under the covers. I picked up my phone just as a text message came through. 

Hope you made it safe. Good night

My heart jumped in my chest as I responded. 

Yeah, here. Thanks. Good night baby doll

Good night Rennie.

I sat my phone down on the dresser and closed my eyes to rest but sleep wouldn't come to me. So as I always did, I picked it back up and went to my photos. I spent the next few minutes scrolling through the pictures and video of my son. My heart filled with joy as I looked back through the memories. Then I switched to my albums and pulled up my hidden folder and entered the passcode. All of the videos that included y/n appeared. A small smile tugged at my lips as I scrolled through them, pulling up my favorite. The video started to play, the camera on our son as he cooed and giggled in the playpen. Music was playing in the background as y/n got ready to go out with her friend for the day. “Hey little man, let’s go see what mommy is doing” I had said in the video. 

I picked him up and carried him and the camera into her room. She was dancing around, singing at the top of her lungs to Beyonce’s Love On Top. I recorded the way she jumped and spun as her voice matched the song.  She turned to me and gasped, eyes widening as I burst out laughing. “Damnit Rennie, I told you not to scare me.” I continued to laugh as she rolled her eyes playfully and went back to singing. She picked up her hairbrush and turned to me, pointing and singing the words to the song as I recorded her performance. My smile widened the same way it did when I was there. The action of her singing the lyrics and pointing her finger at me made me buzz with energy. I knew it wasn't for me. I knew she was in the moment but it didn't stop the way it made me feel. At the end of the video she did a goofy bow and walked closer to me. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, smiling and out of breath. “I did. I need an encore.” I teased her. The video ended with her laughing out loud.

My heart tugged as it ended. The longing heavier in my chest than before. I watched a few more videos before reluctantly sitting the phone down and releasing another breath. My eyes stared into the darkness as I reminisced on what could’ve been.

[kanbockoida]

Third time’s the charm.

Adam x fem! Reader x Lucifer

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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Y/N just stood there, completely unmoving and completely void of any emotion. Why did he lash out? It made no sense to her, no matter how she looked at it. In their vows they had promised to always talk about what’s on their mind, when they’re insecure.. All of it happened so quickly, it took the woman a few moments to truly register everything.

Memories of their most happy moments flooded her mind, all of them quite literally breaking her apart inside. The pain bit away at her heart, small tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

The proposal.. planning their wedding together, the honeymoon. It seemed almost as a distant memory now. Her life has been a mess ever since that first meeting with Lucifer.

The woman waltzed over to the couch, sitting down with a deflated expression. Lying down, everything suddenly completely flooded her mind.

“Babe, planning all this is exhausting! Can’t we take a break?” Her overgrown manchild whined, groaning like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he moped in the chair. Deadpanning, Y/N looked up from her laptop, staring at Adam. “Dear.. we sat down barely five minutes ago. I’m starting to think you don’t want to marry me~” Judging by the look on his face, she’s got him right where she wants him.

The first man frantically shook his head, sitting upright in an instant as his eyes shot wide. “Fuck you, of course I want to marry you!” As vulgar as he was, the brunette was telling the truth. Just like that Adam got to work, eyes not once moving from the screen. Sounds of frantic typing echoed through their living room, which made the woman giggle. He was honest and determined, she had to give him that. They worked efficiently for once, looking at everything they’d want at a wedding.

After a long while of convincing, Adam finally got what he wanted. Since day one he’s been praised for being the first man, the first human to ever be made. That alone gave him an ego bigger than anyone else’s. “I was thinking a huge fucking venue. Only the best for my babe~” The man cooed at his lover, putting his chin onto his hands, staring at the beautiful woman across from him. Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile dancing on her lips. He’s an idiot, but she loves him. They spent hours planning their wedding, deeming their ideas to be perfect.

”Shall we wind down tonight? We can review what we got so far once we wake up.” Begrudgingly, Adam agreed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was exhausted. That night was one of many she appreciated. Cuddled up to the love of her life. Just where she wanted to be.

Sighing, Y/N once more stood up to walk around their house, feeling the need to somehow get rid of the stress she was feeling, staring at the pictures they had hung up on the walls. It was pictures of them together over the years Adam and Y/N spent together. Their first date, their first kiss. All those endearing memories seemed so near yet so far away. Thanks to Lute, they had a perfect captured moment from their proposal. Tenderly touching the frame from the picture, a small tear running down her cheek. How did everything turn out this way? Ever since she learned about the exterminations their marriage life somehow went down the drain.

The angel walked down the little hallway, stopping in front of another framed picture. A painting from their wedding day. Both her and Adam were clad in white and gold, their happy expressions captured perfectly by the artist they had hired for their perfect day. There were no worries present in that very moment all those years ago. A sigh left Y/N’s lips, remembering every single moment from that very day.

The two were always rather competitive, and getting married might have heightened that fact. A bet was made a week before the wedding, all in good fun of course. They were not to see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding, let alone talk to one another in any sort of way. Considering Adam and Y/N are rather dependent on each other, they are a little nervous. However, who was Adam if he turned down a bet like this? Surely it won’t be that bad.

However, it was terrible for Adam. No contact with the love of his life for a whole day? That’s pure torture in every way shape and form. The man yearned for her touch, for the sound of her voice. The first man is an absolute mess, moping around in his bed. It hasn’t even been half a day and Adam already missed his soon to be wife. Thinking about all of this, all he could wonder how he survived this long without his beloved being practically glued onto him. In the end, he decided to bug Lute, crying about how much he misses Y/N.

“I miss my wife, Lute.. I miss her a lot..” Whining, Adam threw himself onto the couch, face first into a pillow. Lute, Adam’s right hand and supposed ‘not-best-friend’ only sighed, shaking her head at his antics. “Sir, don’t be dramatic.”

On the other side of town, there was a soul with the same exact problem. Y/N, staying at Sera’s place, let out a groan, pacing around the woman’s living room. Just like Adam, Y/N was restless, heart yearning for his touch and the sound of his voice. “Sera, whose stupid idea was this?!” Her voice was somewhat agitated, turning to the tall woman as her expression turned sour. Acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum wasn’t unusual, especially when she didn’t get what she wanted when it involved Adam. The Seraphim however only shook her head, just a little sick of Y/N’s antics. But who was she to blame? “Y/N.. this was quite literally your idea.” Sera chortled as she stared upon the woman throwing a tantrum on her living room couch. The other woman only pouted, rolling her eyes unamused with what she had brought upon herself. “Yeah, yeah.. I get it.” Y/N scoffed, putting her face into a pillow before groaning.

Those twenty four hours passed agonizingly slow, both parties bored and sad out of their minds. So why was she this nervous now? Standing before the large mirror, the angel stared at herself in the beautiful, white dress she picked herself. Marrying the love of her life.. It felt like a dream. There was nothing that was going to come between them and force them apart.

In less than ten minutes Y/N was going to walk down that aisle. The very aisle that both her and Adam decorated to match the theme. Fairytale themed like in the books, white and gold just like they adored it. Getting the final touch-ups almost felt unreal, the makeup artist the couple hired giving her the last ounce of pep-talk the bride clearly needed while applying a soft rosy blush as a final touch. “You’re in love with him, it’s clear as day. You’ll be fine! This day is all yours, it’ll be perfect in every single way you could imagine. Now, take a deep breath and don’t start crying, you’ll ruin our hard work!” The artist chuckled, finally having to pack up her work station, a bright smile on her lips as she stared at the bride. Y/N sighed, standing up from her seated position to get the last few steps in to calm herself. The bride smiled back, a grateful and genuine one. “Thank you, really. You did an amazing job.” Y/N turned to the woman who did her makeup, before briefly admiring herself in the full body mirror. Said makeup-artist smiled before picking up her equipment, scurrying out of the bridal suite.

The clock was ticking, and the time has finally come. A soft knock on the door made her tense up briefly. It was Emily, picking her up for the bride’s entrance.

It’s time.

Soft golden light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting gentle hues of white, gold, and soft purples across the room. The air was filled with the subtle scent of lavender, mingling with the soft notes of the harpist playing a delicate melody. Each guest turned their attention towards the grand entrance, where the bride would soon appear. The aisle was a pathway to a dream, lined with tall, slender candles in ornate gold holders, their flames flickering gently. Lush arrangements of white roses, lavender sprigs, and gold-dusted leaves adorned the pews, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The high vaulted ceiling sparkled with delicate fairy lights, twinkling like stars in a perfect night sky. Above, a grand chandelier with cascading crystals caught the light, sending rainbows dancing across the room.

At the end of the aisle stood the groom, holding his breath in a desperate attempt to calm his pounding heart. ‘Hold it together’ He thought to himself, eyes slowly beginning to water as he realized that his wife-to-be is about to walk through those doors.

Just as he anticipated, the doors opened.

There she was. His bride, his beloved. A vision of ethereal beauty. Her dress, a masterpiece of lace and satin, shimmered with every step she took down the beautifully decorated aisle.

The bodice was intricately detailed with delicate embroidery and tiny pearls, flowing into a skirt that seemed to float like a cloud. Her veil, edged with lace, trailed behind her, catching the light in a soft, glowing halo. She held a bouquet of white lilies, lavender, and golden accents, a perfect match to the enchanting surroundings.

Each step she took was in time with the music, her eyes locked onto Adam’s. Her face was a mixture of joy and serene confidence, her smile radiant. Guests whispered softly, their eyes glistening with tears of happiness.

His heart ached with a powerful mix of love and awe. His eyes never left hers, and the closer she got he felt his emotional defenses crumble. His mind flashed through memories of their journey together – the first time they met, their first kiss, the countless moments that had led them to this magical day. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the tears that were threatening to spill over. He wanted to stay strong, but how could he when Y/N looked this stunning?

As she reached the altar, her eyes welled with tears as well. She handed her bouquet to her maid of honor and took the groom’s hands in hers. Feeling his hands in hers felt thrilling, a surge of electricity seemingly rushing through their bodies. The pair admired one another, the way they stared into their eyes speaking louder than a million words. They stood there, facing each other, the world around them fading into a blur of light and color. The officiant began to speak, but their attention was solely on each other.

Adam felt a lump in his throat, and he could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down his face, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. His shoulders shook with emotion, and he smiled through his tears. The bride squeezed his hands, her own tears mingling with her radiant smile. They were both crying now, a perfect reflection of the love and happiness that filled the room.

Adam stood there, looking into the eyes of his love. The pounding of his heart was stronger than ever, his big hands cradling hers so lovingly he was afraid he’d break her if he were any rougher. With one trembling hand he reached into his pocket, pulling out a messily folded paper.. which unrolled to reveal five more pages. Seeing this made the guests burst out laughing, his beloved looking at him with the purest form of surprise.

“My flower,” the first man started, voice trembling slightly with emotion, surprising even himself. He swallowed, clenching his eyes shut as he was close to losing his composure. “From the moment I first laid my eyes upon you I knew my life would never be the same, positively of course. You’re my light and joy, the love of my life. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone as much as I love you.”

The words that came out past his lips were sincere, shocking everybody in the venue, especially the love of his life. “Sometimes it’s very difficult to find the right words to tell you just how much you mean to me. You’ve seen me at my best and at my worst. And through it all you’ve loved me unconditionally. You’ve been my rock, my confidant and my greatest supporter.” Finally, tears streamed down his cheeks, the emotions he was feeling finally got too intense. He didn’t even bother wiping them away.

“I promise to always be there for you, just as you've always been there for me. I vow to cherish you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I promise to support your dreams and to celebrate your achievements, no matter how big or small." He took another deep breath, his voice filled with earnest sincerity. "I promise to grow with you, to face the challenges of life together, hand in hand. And I vow to love you more each day than I did the day before, for the rest of our lives."

His voice broke again, and he paused, taking a moment to compose himself. The room was silent, the air thick with emotion. "I... I may not always have the right words, but please know that my heart is yours, now and forever. I love you more than I can ever express, and I am so grateful to be standing here with you today, promising you my forever." He smiled through his tears, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you for choosing me. I promise to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me."

To Y/N, Adam looked so incredibly handsome being vulnerable with his feelings. Her heart pounded, little tears too streaming down her cheeks. “My heart,” She started, voice one of a soft tremble. “From the very moment I was created, I knew we were destined to be together. The heavenly Father used half your heart to create me, making us bound together forever, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that opportunity.”

For a brief moment, the woman paused, the brightest of smiles forming upon her rosy lips, staring into Adam’s beautiful golden eyes she always got herself lost in. “You’ve shown me what it means to be loved, you showed me what it means to live, and I am eternally thankful to have you as my lifelong companion. With you, I’ve found a partner who makes my everyday life brighter, and every passing moment more meaningful.” Despite her wavering voice, her tone remained strong. “I promise to always stand by your side, through every high and every low. I vow to be your constant source of encouragement, to lift you up when you’re down, and to celebrate all of your victories, big and small. I promise to listen to you with an open heart and to speak to you with honesty and respect."

With her unwavering gaze, Y/N leaned in slightly as a big smile formed upon her lips. "I vow to cherish every moment we share, to create new memories, and to build a life filled with laughter, love, and endless adventures. I will always be your biggest fan, your partner in crime, and your safe haven." Her smile was radiant, her eyes locked onto his with unwavering certainty. "I love you with all my heart, and I am so grateful to be standing here with you today, ready to start this beautiful journey together. I promise to be the best wife I can be, for you deserve nothing less."

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a palpable sense of joy and love emanating from every corner. The officiant smiled warmly at the couple standing before them, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes with an intensity that seemed to make time stand still.

"Do you, Adam, " the officiant, Saint Peter, began, turning to look at the first man, "take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish from this day forward, until death do you part?"

The groom's eyes shone with tears, his voice steady but filled with emotion as he replied, "I do."

The Saint then turned to the bride, who was already smiling, her eyes brimming with joyful tears. "And do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish from this day forward, until death do you part?"

The bride's voice was clear and filled with love as she responded, "I do."

The officiant beamed, looking out over the gathered friends and family before returning their gaze to the couple. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the groom took a step closer, his hands gently cradling the bride’s face. He leaned in, their foreheads touching for a brief, intimate moment. Then, with a playful yet tender smile, he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other still holding her cheek. With one swift and careful movement, he dipped his wife back, her dress cascading around them like a waterfall of lace and satin.

The guests gasped softly, enchanted by the romantic gesture. The groom leaned in further, their lips finally meeting in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. It was a kiss that spoke of their journey together, their unwavering love, and the promise of a future filled with endless adventures.

The bride’s hand found its way to the nape of the groom’s neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with all the love and joy she felt. The room erupted into applause and cheers, the sound echoing off the walls and filling the space with celebration.

As the groom gently lifted her back up, their eyes locked once more, both of them breathless and smiling. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading into a blur of golden light and happy faces.

Their first kiss as husband and wife was nothing short of magical, a perfect beginning to their happily ever after. Breaking away, Adam helped the love of his life stand up straight once more, smiling like an absolute fool. Without thinking, he scooped her up, almost speed walking down the aisle with wife in his hands. “Let’s fucking go!” He celebrated, not caring about using profanities in the holy house. And off they went to the reception..

“Just where did it all go wrong..?” Y/N muttered, finally breaking her gaze from the picture that brought up all the memories.

[lysarria]

Warnings: Fluff, Tiny hint of PTSD, Cussing, Lots of love ❤️

Words: 3562

I enjoyed writing this and I hope that you all enjoy it as well. This story will be 2 parts. Possibly 3. There will be typos. Thank you for reading ☺️😘

A love that never fades

Part 1

Finally got the last box out of storage and into my house. Long distance moving and trying to get everything lined up is frustrating and very exhausting. I flopped my tired body onto the couch to rest my sore feet and back. I reached for my phone to check the notifications and I saw I had new text messages. Most were in my group chat with Cat and James (My friend and Sy's sister Catherine and her husband James who is good friend of Sy's from the Army). I replied in our group chat and went to my next set of new texts and they were from Lily (Sy's Mom).

Lily - Good morning sunshine and welcome home! We are thrilled that you are back here. We think of you as family and love you. You are always welcome at our house.

Let me know if you need any help! If you are feeling up for it later today we would love to have you over at the house for dinner and catching up. You're welcome over anytime but we will start cooking around 4:00. :)

While reading her messages I started to tear up a little bit and felt happiness in my heart. I moved away for a job opportunity little over 3 years ago. I gained a great deal of experience to further my job advancement but the feeling of being out of place and alone started to wear me down. I knew where I belonged so I put together a plan and made it happen. I replied back and let her know that I'd love to come over and that I would let her know once I was on my way.

I placed my phone on the ottoman and jumped up and started to dig around in boxes and putting together an outfit for this afternoon. Once that mission was completed I decided to turn on some music to rock out to and start working on unpacking boxes and figure out how I wanted to setup the house. Mötley Crüe - "Kickstart my heart" came on and that music adrenaline rush hit and I was rocking out all over the house cleaning out boxes while memories of Sy started to flood in and how he had taken me to see Mötley Crüe in concert a couple of times. He would always stand close to me, especially during the slow songs. He would stand behind me and wrap his arms tightly around me. Damn, I miss him. Does he miss me? Does he ever think of me ? For whatever reason we became distant after I moved. Honestly, the man is on my mind probably more than he should be, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. I sighed and shook my head and reset my focus back on the task.

I took a much needed long shower. The hot water felt so good on my sore body. Now it was time to finish getting ready and drive over to the Syverson's for dinner. I sent Lily a text to let her know I would be leaving soon and should arrive in 30 minutes. I am excited, nervous, happy and somewhat emotional on this drive. I haven't seen them in years and I have missed them so much. It is such a beautiful drive in the country to their house.

The leaves are starting to change colors for Fall. The feeling of actually being home is becoming stronger and stronger. The feeling of real happiness is sparking again. Moving back to Texas was the best decision and I'm excited for the future.

I entered their long driveway and came to a stop. I stepped out of the car and grabbed my phone to take a picture. They have Pecan trees and Oak trees along the sides of the driveway. The color of the leaves are so magical. A slight breeze blows the leaves around and the smell of crisp air flows. I've always loved their property. Out in the country. Away from the loud and busy city. Out here it's just nature and peace. I let out a content sigh and get back into the car and continue on. I parked my car and got out and looked around. Sy's truck is under the car port. He would always leave his truck at his parents during deployment. I could feel my heart speeding up just seeing his truck and all the memories I have with him. Our random adventures, driving around just because, going out to eat, sitting on the tailgate and watching sunsets. He loves that truck and seemed that he also loved having me sit next to him with his arm around me. I know that I loved it and I would put my head against his chest. I know he's currently deployed in Iraq but a big part of me wishes that this was a surprise and he was actually home because he's pulled that surprise on me before. I jumped as a dog started to bark at me and my eyes quickly located the incoming dog. "Hank!?" I quickly squatted down and greeted their Chocolate Labrador, Hank. I gave him lots of love and pets as he's trying to lick my face off and dancing in excitement. All these years and he remembers me! Then I hear laughing and look up to see Lily and Felix (Sy's Dad). I stood up and walked towards them and they met me half way. Lots of hugs given and received. They are two of the kindest people I've ever met. Chatting away in the driveway with Lily and there's good ole Hank at my side. Felix went back into the house but returned in seconds. I can hear keys jingling and slightly curious. Lily stepped away to check on dinner and Felix motions for me to follow him. We chat back and forth as we walk to Sy's truck and he hands me the keys that I heard. I looked at him and then to the truck. Felix smiles at me and says "Go ahead Sweetheart. I saw you checking out his truck when you got here." I unlocked the door and slowly slide onto the custom made leather bench seat. I looked down at the set of keys and Sy still had something on the keyring that I had made for him many years ago when I was learning different crafts. A small metal charm in the shape of Texas and I had engraved Sy and a little heart below his name. I put the key in the ignition and started up his truck. Ahhh that loud rumble. I can't help but smile like a big goof. His truck had such a distinct sound. Everything inside looks almost the same as a few years ago. I turned off the truck and slid out of and I handed Felix the keys and thanked him. He then looks at me and says "You know he loves you, right." Tears immediately start to form up as I look at him. Shocked and unsure what to do or say. Felix reaches out and hugs me tightly and as I'm crying I tell him that I love his son so much. He patted me on the back saying "I know you love him, sweetheart. You always have. You're very special to him and to us as well. You bring out a side of him that not many people get to see. You truly make him happy, dear."

Felix made sure I was okay and then stepped back into the house to help Lily with dinner. I walked around the yard with Hank by my side as I gather myself and my thoughts before I head inside. We walk up the steps and I open the door and I'm hit with the wonderful smell of Pot Roast. Lily and Felix always made the most delicious meals. I head into the kitchen and let them know dinner smells great! Lily smiles and winks at me. "We knew this was one of your favorites and we felt a good comfort meal would be perfect for this evening." Felix is making homemade mashed potatoes and rolls. I thanked them for doing so much for me and it wasn't needed. They just shake their heads at me and Felix said dinner will still be a bit and to make myself at home.

I walked around the house and viewed the framed pictures on the walls. Many pictures of friends and family. Army pictures. Baby pictures. A few of the pictures I remember and then some new ones. Pictures of Cat and James adorable daughter, Skyler. She is 2 years old. There's a picture of my Dad and Felix. They were both Majors in the Army. They had met on Base and quickly became good friends. That is how I ended up in this area during my highschool days. My parents had divorced and I picked to live with my Dad. He was transferred to Texas and of all the places we lived. This is where I felt the most at "home." A lot of that is from meeting the Syverson family and how fast they welcomed us in like we were family. Now I am in my late 30s and this is where I still feel the most at home and welcomed. I stepped down the hallway and there's one of my favorite pictures of me and Sy at a Fall festival. Both of us making goofy faces while lost in a corn maze. I can't believe that was almost 4 years ago. Another picture is me with the Syverson family on Christmas. Cat came up with the idea of doing an ugly Christmas sweater photo op and everyone actually agreed to it. That was a fun day. We did the photos after opening our gifts. So to add to the ugly sweaters we decided to stick bows on each other and do silly pictures. His family has such a great sense of humor and very laid back. All these memories makes my heart feel alive. I walked down the hall more and enter Sy's old bedroom. He always liked to stay at his parents house from time to time. Framed Army certificates, Medals, Awards and Army group pictures are hung on the walls. His stereo system and large music collection still sat in the same spot as I remembered. The top of his dresser had a couple of framed pictures. One of him with his parents before leaving for his first deployment. The second picture is of us at Cat and James wedding 4 years ago. Sy in his Army dress uniform....*swoons*. Another favorite picture of us. They had such a beautiful outdoors evening wedding. I grabbed the photo and sat on the bed and just stared at it. It's so obvious that we love each other. I have so many regrets and I'm sure Sy has regrets as well. I do hope that whenever he returns home that he will want to see me and we can talk. I miss that man so much. Half of my heart feels empty without him. Then I hear a knock on the door and Lily walks in. She sat down on the bed next to me and looked at the picture with me.

"He called us a couple of days ago. We told him that you were getting yourself settled in. I could hear a difference in his voice once I mentioned you. He sounded livelier. He asked if you were single! Oh my boy. That was his first question about you. I could hear him smile. If that makes sense. When I told him that you were single. He said he wished he could get on that plane now and come home. He probably has three more months on this deployment but maybe things will change and he can come home sooner. That would be wonderful, huh? Ya know....you should mail him a Care package. I remember when you would mail him packages and letters all the time. You helped him feel like he wasn't too far from home or alone. He knew he had people back home that cared and loved him. I think that would be quite the surprise for him on mail day! I will write down his address for you. He decided to date about a year and half ago while he was home in between deployments and that didn't last long. That girlfriend was absolutely the worst nightmare ever and really messed him up. He was really hard on himself after that. He wanted to jump in his truck and drive out to see you. He kept kicking himself for not asking you out. So many years he wanted to ask you out. He wanted to take it further with you but he always hesitated. We sat right here on this bed and had many discussions about the two of you. I believe in soul mates and I feel it in my heart that you two are meant to be. You both were teenagers when you met but even then. You both clicked like you had known each other for a lifetime and got along perfectly. It was hard for him to fully wrap around the idea he had met "the one" at such a young age. Then he went into the Army and was away so often. He wasn't sure if you wanted that life with him because you grew up in the Army life with your dad. At times he wondered if he deserved to have you in his life in that way. Each deployment changed him and I get it. I went through it with Felix. Just like you had seen a change in your Dad over the years. I told Sy that you are both strong people and can handle anything that is tossed at you. As he grew up and older he realized more and more that you were his world and didn't want to be without you and kicked himself for the past and letting all these years slip by. You two have such a special bond and no other woman has made him feel the way that you do or treated him so lovingly the way you do. I think things will fall right back into place as they were with you two and your future together will be bright and full of happiness and maybe even a wedding! Then we can officially make you a Syverson!"

Lily winked at me and I can feel that I'm blushing and my face hurts from smiling. Felix shouts from down the hall that dinner is ready!

Dinner was amazing and the best meal I've had in a long time. We sat at the table talking and catching up. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the sun was setting. The sky was covered in orange, red and a hint of yellow. I quickly jumped up and asked if one of them would take my picture with Sy's truck so I could print him a copy and put it in his care package. We rushed outside to capture the gorgeous sunset before it was gone. The sun was shining brightly through the trees. Felix took a few pictures for me and then I asked for a group picture. Of course we included Hank! It was very entertaining trying to get the 4 of us in a picture but we finally got it. I can give Sy a copy of that picture as well. We go back inside and continue to chat and catch up. Lily yawns and I didn't realize how fast time had zipped by. It was almost 10:00 p.m. I thanked them again for a wonderful evening and everything they had done for me. They followed me out to my car. I gave Hank some pets and told him bye. I hugged Lily and Felix again and got into the car then Lily stops me from leaving and runs into the house and returns with a post-it note and smiles at me. It's Sy's Military address. It's too late to shop for items tonight. I know what my plans are for tomorrow after my morning jog. I'm excited to go shopping for Sy like I use to and buy some of his favorite things. The drive home went by fast as I had many thoughts going in my brain. Having someone and something special to look forward to. It really makes each day better and happier.

I got up early and went for my usual sunrise jog. Afterwards, I went the post office to get Priority mail shipping boxes and then off to the store to buy items to put into his care packages. It's been such a long time since I've felt like this. The excitement for him to receive my packages and how he'll react when he opens. If only I could see those reactions. From the way his parents talked to me then he should be over the moon. I purchased: coffee, creamer packets, beef jerky, trail mix, oatmeal cookies, granola bars and packs of crackers. Then I decided to get some candies that were cute and a little flirty. In my head I could see him shaking his head and grinning as he pulled the items out of the box. So off to the candy aisle! I tossed a variety of different types of Hershey's kisses...they probably won't survive the Iraq heat but I'm sure he'll still enjoy. Looking around I spot Hot Tamales candies.... I mean...he is pretty damn hot. Perfect find. Tossed a couple of boxes of those in the cart. The last great find... Gummy bears! Of course. I've called him Bear for almost 20 years. Then I went to the other side of the store and purchased some hygiene products that will I will put into a different care package box. Off to the register to purchase the items. I almost feel like squealing and dancing as I exit the store. Before going home I swing by the photo center and quickly print off some copies of the pictures we had taken the day before.

I placed all of the store bags on the living room floor and then I went to browse my crafting box for cardstock, stickers, markers and glue. It's been a while since I've mailed him a package but I had kept all of the supplies. I sat on the living room floor and started working on the packages. Trying to decide on what to write on the inside flaps of the boxes. Then it hit me...."Someone in Texas misses you beary much!". Cute, cheesy, corny? I'm going to go with my heart on this and just be me. After writing that on the flaps I placed a big cute bear sticker on one flap and then placed some little red hearts on each flap. I filled up the boxes with the items I had purchased. I wrote a short note to him on the inside of a card and wrote my phone number at the bottom. I'd love to hear his voice. I placed the photos in the card and sealed the envelope. I looked at both care packages and felt like they were ready to be taped up and to be mailed. I decided to add a little extra love and put some hearts on the outside of the boxes as well. I wish I could see the looks he receives whenever he picks up his packages.

Off to the Post office I go. I took a picture of me with the boxes and sent to Lily. Packages were accepted and later today they will officially be on the way to Iraq to a very special Captain. I get back into the car and Lily had replied:

Wow Honey!! You were on it this morning, huh?! You are such a wonderful person. Thank you for caring and loving our Son like you do. Thank you for loving us and we love you and glad you're a part of our family.

Each day I check the tracking numbers on his packages to see their progress. On day 10 the status on both of his packages change to Arrived to Military Post office. They made it ! Now the feeling of being nervous/anxious hits. I check the tracking again a few hours later and the status has changed. Green words that say "Package delivered to Recipient." I thought I was nervous and anxious earlier. Nope. What I feel now blows that away. I want to jump up and down, scream, cry, giggle, dance. Every emotion is hitting me. Will he call me or maybe just write to me. I can't concentrate on anything. All of my thoughts are on him and these packages I sent. Hours go by and nothing. It's almost 9:00 pm and my phone starts to vibrate and I freeze in spot. I grab my phone. Unknown number. I accepted the call and said Hello. I hear a lot of crackling. No voice. I say hello again. Still just crackling. Then I hear a deep breath...

"I miss you too, Sweet Pea."

..... To be continued 💚

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[ladyshadowsblog]

Needed comfort.

A drawn and written story with both rehab Asahi & Midnight Dreamer

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After a loud crash that Midnight heard from Asahi's room after he got back from a meeting. He ran to Asahi's room with the thought that the cultists were trying to take Asahi back, once he opened the door he noticed Asahi was there but not laying in bed asleep. Instead he was sitting on the floor knees to his chest; it seemed he hadn't noticed Midnight. He walked up to Asahi and sat down next to him, he then could hear soft cries only to be heard when close.

He sat there for what felt like minutes till he finally said something, Asahi jumped at the voice of Dreamer being right beside him quickly looking next to him in shock. It's very rare that Dreamer goes into that room of Asahi's, he had betrayed him so it was only right for Dreamer to hate him but yet he took Asahi under his wing.

All Asahi could do was tear up, unable to say a word before Dreamer hugged him "Let it all out Asahi, i know your hurting" Dreamer states as Asahi looked down at his knees vision now blurry from tears. He couldn't understand why Dreamer was so persistent that he would care for him and why he wanted to be around him.

So Asahi cried, he cried as if had lost everything. So many emotions, so many questions he couldn't ask in his current state, so many regrets that no apology would help the fate that Blooming Stars faced all those years ago. As Asahi cried, Dreamer moved his tail around him as a way to comfort him, to make him feel safe.

He hated seeing Asahi cry many years ago and he still does even years later. He started to tear up hearing the sobs his old friend was letting out, he wanted to mend a broken relationship that occurred from betrayal. Dreamer sat there hugging Asahi with his own thoughts, one flooding his mind the most was the fact he absolutely hated what those cultists did to Asahi he hated seeing him being destroyed mentally. He hates seeing him cry like he lost everything, like the day when left those flowers for the people of Blooming Stars; Dreamer visited his home land often it was a way of comfort, but he would see Asahi There sometimes leaving flowers for those who passed during the attack seeing Asahi cry and fall to his knees hurt him more then losing his people did that Horrible Day.

It had been almost two hours when Asahi finally calmed down and fell asleep leaning on Dreamer. Dreamer looked down at the sleeping Kitsuné and signed he moved to put him on the bed so he himself could get some much needed rest, but when he moved to get up he noticed Asahi flinch as if having a nightmare so he stayed and used his arms to drag himself & Asahi to lean on the nearby wall. Dreamer was exhausted from the thoughts and memories of the past so it wasn't long till he too fell asleep after but not before he wrapped part of his clock around Asahi as he drifted off to sleep.

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Bonus! Cloudy Sky's design jumpscare

As Cloud started waking up he very quickly realized Dreamer wasn't in bed with him nor did he come to the bed last night.

He searched the home, looking for his husband who seemed to have just vanished with no warning. He remembered they were taking care of Asahi whilst he recovered and served his time for being part of the attacks and being a cultist as well, so he walked to Asahi's room and quietly opened the door knowing Asahi wasn't up this early in the morning neither was Dreamer hint why he was so alert.

When he opened the door he peaked inside the room and looked around before noticing both Asahi and Dreamer on the floor Dreamer leaning on a wall whilst Asahi lay peacefully sleeping on Dreamer both of them still sleeping peacefully. Cloud smiled, closing the door quietly behind him as he left to his bedroom to catch up on some important paper work whilst the two slept peacefully for the next 3 hours.

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I hope the long awaited Fluff was enjoyed, and you guys got a story out of it so you guys got some good wholesome foor

Dreamer & Cloud belong to me @ladyshadowsblog

Asahi Belongs to the @truelazymaker

Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline

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All I Wanted

Paring: Quackity x Fem!reader

Summary: When you finally built up the courage to confess your feelings, it was already too late..

Warnings: reader is sad, everyone being confused, just sad overall

Word count: 603

Heyy guysss! This has to be my favorite by far, I hope u like itttt

“Y/n. You should just tell him.”

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You’ve had a crush on Alex for the longest now. it’s been 2 years and your love never went away. But you always thought you would be better off as friends, but it was really getting the best of you. “I don’t know, what if i embarrass myself?” you say to Niki. “What? Are you serious? He would be so lucky to even know that you like him. Just do it. Please, it’s hurting me seeing you like this.” she answers. “Okay.”

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“but Niki, what if he says no?” you say, pasting your apartment. “He’s not.” “You promise?” you ask. “I pinky promise.” and she pinky promises you. “I think i’m gonna take a nap on the couch, don’t whatever you want.”

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When you wake up, you realize that you still have to go to Alex’s house. but first you have to ask if he’s busy.

Alex♡

You: Hey! Can I come over? I have something to tell you.

Alex♡: Yea of course! What do you wanna tell me?

You: Uhhh i think it’s a in-person matter.

Alex♡: Oh okay, when are u coming?

You: Right now.

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You pull up to Alex’s house, ready to confess all your feelings. As you look in the driveway, you see another car. Your mind immediately goes to bad things, but you take the safe way and just assumed it was a friend.

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Walking up to the same door you’ve walked up to for the last 3 years to hang out, but it’s different this time, way different. you ring the doorbell, all of your memories flooding in your mind. While thinking, the door open and you see your bestfriend, also your crush. Your mind is swirling with thoughts and your heart is pounding because of your emotions.

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“Hey Alex. I’ve been thinking a lot lately and i just have to tell you that I-“ was all you got out until you saw the door creek open more slightly and a beautiful blonde girl is in view. “Who is this?” you ask him. “Uhh Y/n, this is Angel, my girlfriend..” he responds.

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Before you could even try to respond, you start tearing up. “Oh, um I should go..” “No, what did you want to say?” he asks. “Yeah, what were you trying to say?” Angel says is a snarky tone. “It doesn’t matter, i can just talk to you later.” you say on the brink of tears. “No tell me plea-“ “Do you really wanna know!?” you say. You’re just so tired and didn’t care anymore. “Alex. All i wanted was you…”

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You just couldn’t take it anymore. You ran off to your car but before you could open the door, Alex caught up to you and stopped you. “What? Go back to your loving girlfriend.” you yelled. While that whole thing went down, there was massive downfall that started to happen. You and Alex were just sitting out in the middle of the rain. He yelled back, “Just give me a chance to explain!” You just stared at him. “Okay go ahead.” you say. “Y/n, i’ve always liked you. But I never wanted to ruin our friendship. And you know, I thought getting with her would make my crush for you go away, but it didn’t. it just made it stronger.”

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you respond, “Alex..” he stopped you before you could finish. “Y/n please.” he pleaded.

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“It’s too late.” was the last thing you said before you got into the car and drove away into the abyss of rain and darkness.

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[crownedtargaryen]

cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): this chapter deals with small acts of trauma response! so sorry it’s so short :’) rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter doesn’t have anything NSFW though. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @fairysluna @daenerysapologist

My memories were scattered from the previous night, and I only vaguely recall the care my new friend provided for my sick and drunken state. Though, the trauma I had faced was clear, a feeling of disgust plagued my senses. I allowed Aegon to see me in a vulnerable state when I knew I should've walked away.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone's vibrations, one notification after another. I open my eyes slowly, groggily reaching over to grasp my device. The noise intensifies as my eyes widen at the abundance of messages and notifications on my screen. I skim over the words and see a video of Jace and Aemond throwing punches. I watch his face bloody as his expression grows dazed. Eventually, Aemond falls and Jace rushes me out without regard for his damage. My heart grows conflicted, unsure whether I should find his defensiveness attractive in such a serious condition. I shake my head, opening my messages and spotting missed messages from Jacaerys. Countless apologies and loose comments, trying to explain and justify why he hurt his blood in such a way. He also assured me he didn't take advantage of me, a sigh escaping me.

I started writing my response, but I heard idle chitchat downstairs. Familiar voices flood my ears, but I lack the motivation to get out of bed. The hangover hits me like a truck. I sigh, sinking into my sheets as a soft knock comes on my door.

"Come in," I call with a strained voice, since these are the first words I've spoken today. I clear my throat, watching as the door opens. I expected Cregan or Robb, but when I lock eyes with Jace, I feel my heart dance. "Jace?! What- What're you doing here?"

The brunette seems shocked at my response for a brief moment, before softening and stopping in his tracks to refrain from making me uncomfortable. "I've come to check on you; and to, if it's alright with you, get my jersey back?" His words are gentle, a smile on his lips as he signals to my shirt. I look down, surprised to find myself wearing what he wants returned. "But, my biggest priority is your health. Are you okay? Last night was scary. I hope it didn't make you look at me differently." I notice his face is bruised and his knuckles have a bandage wrapped around them. I sit up, wincing at my headache, then wave him in. Jace enters the room hastily, closing the door behind himself and coming to my bedside, inspecting me carefully.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asks quickly, surprising me with his eagerness and care. I shake my head no, a soft hum escapes him. "I have a sore question if it's alright to ask." His voice is now hushed. I look at him and furrow my brows. "Go on," I urge. Jace inhales sharply, pursing his lips for a moment before asking his question.

"Did… Did Aegon manage to do anything? Before I got to you?" His voice shakes now, my gaze waning. Flashbacks to the event fill my head, and tears roll down my cheeks. I feel Jace staring at me, moving onto my bed to hold me, but stopping himself. "Can I touch you?" I nod, hiccuping and sobbing as he hugs me close and cradles me in his arms, softly shushing me and rubbing his hands down my back. I feel a kiss on my head as he strokes my hair, holding my head to his chest. I hear his heart racing, my own heart clenching at the raw emotion he's showing to balance mine.

"I'll fucking kill him," I hear him whisper under his breath. A sense of safety falls over me as I tuck my arms around his torso. I continue to sob, my tears staining his brown shirt. He doesn't react, just rubs my back lovingly. "You're safe, I promise. I won't let anyone touch you." His voice is soft in my ear, so sincere. I clench his shirt, looking up at him. Our eyes meet and I notice tears are dripping down his cheeks as well. I smile at him, noting he's trying to hide the worry he feels about me. I hiccup violently at first, but my sobbing slows and turns into gentle cries, then into mere hiccups. He places his forehead on mine, making me melt in comfort.

Then, I do something I hadn't expected of myself. I move in, clashing my lips with his. I feel hesitance from him, and he doesn't kiss back. He merely moves his head away and looks at me sadly. I feel confused by his response, but he cups my cheek and kisses my nose. "Not now, okay? When you're in a better place and can make better decisions, we can work something out. You're not in a proper state of mind." His voice is hushed and careful. I sense defensiveness coming over me as I resist him, humiliation washing over me.

"I'm sorry," I say softly, feeling him staring at me. "I think you should leave. I'll give the jersey back at school," I grip my arms, clawing at the skin to bite back the sobs.

"I didn't mean to offend-" he begins, but I cut him off. "No, no. Please. Just take a leave, Jace."

I hear his sigh as my bed surfaces to its normal height without his weight on it. Opening the door, he moves towards it. I hear him say one last thing before he departs.

"Take care (Y/N)."

And with that, he left me grieving. I sit in my bed, sobbing uncontrollably in response to his leaving, wailing in my bed out of desperation and anguish from the embarrassment and trauma I’d been faced with. I couldn’t keep myself together anymore, I was truly falling apart.

I rip off his jersey, throwing it across the room due to my raw emotions, screaming in frustration with myself for doing such a thing. I grab my pillow and squeeze it, tears streaming from my cheeks as I curl into a weak and helpless ball, overstimulated by the smallest things. I ruined it, I ruined it all. I couldn't breathe, my lungs feeling as if holes were poked into them.

Eventually, I cried myself to sleep. Blissful in my solemn slumber.

[hotdilfs11]

People We Met In Supermarkets pt 3- Damon x Reader

✩Jade had some past secrets she's been keeping away from the Salvatores especially Damon. Ever since she met them she only told bits and pieces about herself, and it's so bad that they don't even know that Jades older than them. What secrets are she keeping and will it come out? Who or what is hiding?

✩parings:Girl name Jade x Damon

warnings:mention of stabbing/being casted away

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 As night fell, the Salvatore house was surprisingly peaceful and quiet. No talking or arguing it was just dead silence however, I could hear Elena human heart pumping with blood but other than that nothing. Stefan was with Elena in his room and Damon and I were in our own separate rooms. I think he’s giving me space because he would've been all over me the minute we got home and I wish he was. Even though we’ve been apart for at least four hours I still wanted to march in his room and coddle him. I never wanted to be away from him and I always wished I met him before Elijah and Klaus but it's in the past and this is now. Anyway at 1AM I nuzzled into my soft white pillow as the sense of comfort swarmed over me. My eyes fluttered shut as the sounds of the outsider world and its problems faded away.

Jades subconsciousness

 As I entered this dream state a feeling of warmth flooded my body. I was in this very old village-like house and then I remembered it was my family's old house. I saw my beautiful mother walk up to me and she cupped my face giving me a heartfelt smile. I rested my face on her warm and soft hands as I started to look around;remembering every memory I made in this very house. The rest of my family surrounded me with love and care as they looked down at me, admiring my every feature. I was home and I’ve missed this feeling so much and I would do anything to go back to this  feeling. However, that faded away as I fell into this gaping black void that filled the brown creaking floor. I fell and ended up in the middle of the dark eerie forest right outside my house surrounded by a bunch of tall men. They were all hovering over me, beating me into a pulp as blood started rushing out my mouth and then when I least suspected a fiery burn feeling ripped into the side of my abdomen as blood gushed out of it. I cupped the side of my stomach trying to keep myself together; crying out in agony while they just watched me bleed out and suffer. I  was waiting for someone to come. Damon, Stefan, Elijah, and  even fucking Klaus, while in pain and I just needed someone to be by my side but no was there as I bled out on the fucking floor dying slowly. 

Damon's pov-

I was in my bed enjoying the quiet in this house that no one ever gets because we never get a break. There's always a vampire doing this and another mysterious creature doing that but tonight that's not the case and I’m grateful for that. I wanted to go into Jade's room and be all over her like I usually am but I can’t even though I crave her deeply. I want to be with her all the time but I didn’t want to coddle her tonight after the emotional day she had. I was thinking about going into her room until I heard a scream echo through the house. It wasn’t too loud but it was loud enough for me to hear. I stepped out of bed and slowly walked towards my door trying to see if it was Jade. I stopped in front of my closed door trying to concentrate on the silent screams coming to Jade's room. 

“Please help, NO!” Jade quietly shrieked.

My eyes widened as I swiftly opened the door quickly ran into her room seeing her fidgeting and talking in her sleep; trying to get out of her insufferable nightmare. “ELIJAH PLEASE, DAMON…help me” she wailed as I walked up to her bed, trying to shake back into reality however she’s not waking up.

I started rapidly tapping her cheeks “hey, hey, Jade wake up”

She started to wake up slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw me as tears flooded her eyes; she started to look around the room in terror, confused about what's going on. Jade sat up and started to move away from me;thinking I was someone else.

I sat down on her bed inching towards her as I softly said  “no…its me, hi”

Jade Pov

I woke up in absolute terror. Everything was a blur and I felt drowsy when I felt the bed sink beside me. I noticed a man was tapping my cheeks trying to wake me up but I didn’t know who he was or how he got in my room. I moved away from him as I was still in a dream-like state but then I started to make out his voice a lot more and realized it was Damon.

I squinted my eyes in confusion “Damon?” I said as a tear escaped my eye. I didn’t even realize I was crying until everything around me came to life.

“Yes baby it's me.” he said quietly as he cupped both of my cheeks with his strong, soft, pale hands.

I lunged into his arms and wrapped my arms around his rippled back feeling his semi warm body against my cold skin. His arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into him; feeling his hard, broad chest against mine. His comforting scent hit me rapidly as I took in his sweet and husky scent. I felt one of his arms go in my  hair trying to  bring me in closer to him. 

“Stay here with me please” I whispered

He moved away from me and looked at me with a sincere look “of course”

I moved to the other side of the bed while Damon crawled under the soft, cotton sheets with me. Our bodies collided together as I laid my head softly on his firm chest. His arms wrapped around my waist like chains, pulling me closer into his firm body. Our legs tangled together as I started to nuzzle my face into his neck taking in his sweet aroma.

I sighed in relief “thank you Damon”

“No problem” he whispered. He kissed my forehead as I drifted sweetly back into my dream state.

I woke up in the afternoon with Damon gone from my bed. I was too lazy to go to school so I just stayed in bed looking at my off-white ceiling in silence. However, that all came  to a halt when I heard a slight commotion downstairs in the living room. It was between Stefan, Elena, Damon, and a familiar voice.

“You have my word” the familiar voice said in a familiar accent

I sat up from my bed and frowned by those four singular words. I started to walk towards the door trying to hear what else he was saying and I did. My eyes widened in rage as I slowly crept downstairs; entering the living room. Elena noticed me and she slightly smiled and said “Hey Jade this is-”

I deeply exhaled“Elijah?” as I slowly walked into the living room.

He turned around in a swift motion and we were face to face “Hi Jade” he said breathlessly. 

It was silent for a minute until Damon cut the tension in half  “whats going on?”

I looked at Elijah while channeling all of my rage as I started casting a spell on him. I kept looking at him with deep raw emotion until a sharp piercing sound started to flood his head. I started to make all of the vessels in his head burst rapidly as I watched him suffer. Elijah went down on the ground, touching the temple of his head as he screamed in agony. A tear fell down my cheek while the adrenaline and my magic flooded through my whole body like rushing water.

“Please…please… make her stop '' He said as he fell helplessly on the ground. 

Stefan started rushing towards me “Jade listen to me stop this we need him…please” he anxiously said however I didn’t care about the people around me, I was only focused on Elijah and killing him. So I didn’t listen to Stefan not a bit. I was still fixated on Elijah Mikaelson until I felt Stefan grab my shoulder. I looked at him in anger and hurled him into the wall. He bashed his head and fell unconscious. Elena ran towards him screaming in disbelief.

“Jade please, we can talk about this, '' Damon softly said as he inched closer and closer to me, however he was more careful when he approached me. “Look at me Jade”

I looked at him as tears escaped my eyes and then I broke the spell, just like that but I knew it wasn't over. I still wanted some type of revenge. 

Elijah sighed in relief as he started to get up off the floor slowly; wiping his suit clean. He looked at me in a deceiving look and I looked at him. We glared at each other for a while until he said “Nice to see you to Jade” 

I scoffed and crossed my arms “fuck off Elijah I should’ve killed both of you when I had the chance”

“But you didn't because why? Oh yes you loved my brother and I didn’t you” He said being petty and childish.

I looked at Damon as guilt flooded my mind. Damon made sobbing eye contact with me; looking disappointed and a bit jealous. I looked at Damon for a second until I looked away back to Elijah.

I rolled my eyes in rage “nope I didn’t and I did tell you that up front did I not Elijah…I don’t even know why I’m arguing with you why the hell are you here”

He started walking towards me “Klaus is in town for Elena to complete the moonstone ritual and I want to kill him”

I scornfully laughed “I heard that same lie before you’ll never kill him even if you want to” 

“I guess we’ll see”

“Yeah we will,” I said as I walked back upstairs with Damons footsteps right behind me.

I started to quicken my pace until I entered my room trying to process the fact that I haven’t seen Elijah since the twenties after a bad argument with both of them. I heard Damon hesitantly walk  into my room and I was scared to face him. I saw how hurt he was when I was downstairs and I didn't even know what to tell him. 

He entered my room and stopped in the middle of my room. “Why didn’t you tell me Jade,” he said in frustration.

I  turned slowly towards him, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know Damon.” I sighed

He scoffed “you loved them both…right?” it was silent until he said “you know what happened with Katherine she did the same exact thing.”

I looked up at him, seeing his saddened eyes. “I was scared…”

“Of what?...of me?” he questioned

I scoffed at him “fuck it… I love you Damon and I was scared to tell you Damon because that's exactly how I lost Elijah and  I don’t want to lose you either.” He looked at me, unable to say anything. He just looked at me as his body stiffened. “Damon, when I first  met you in that bar I just knew right away, but I never said anything because I wasn’t ready and I was scared as hell  to tell you. For decades upon decades it just got harder and harder and I’m so sorr-” 

As I was talking Damon looked at me and ran into me as our lips collided together. His body felt hot and tense against mine while his hands searched my whole body, making its way to my waist as his rough hands tightened its grip. He started pulling me into him; feeling his firm chest against mine. My whole body was shaking as lust took over the both of us. We were both craving each other and you could spot that from a mile away. His lips were soft and delicate however it grew hungry and sloppy the longer we explored each other's lips. Damon hand started to go up my body and wrapped softly around the side of my neck as he slightly put pressure on my neck, he was still trying to pull me closer into him. A soft moan escaped from my mouth as my hands started to tangle in his hair. I started to pull on his hair and grip the back of his neck while I grew hungry for more of him. He groaned a bit when he tried to catch his breath but I didn’t want him to. My heart started to pump more and my cheeks were hot. We wouldn’t let go of each other until I pulled away from him slowly. We were both breathless and Damons face was red hot as I looked into his icy blue eyes. I could feel Damons breath caress my skin as he inched close to my ear. His lips swept against my ear as he whispered “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” He faced me as we made eye contact. My heart started to race again and I got butterflies in my stomach as he said the words I was looking for. “I love you so much”

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X-men - First Class: Part 8- Erik Lehnsheer, Magneto

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To leant against the near by fence as Erik and Charles chattered back and forth before Charles wanted to test Erik's powers. You laughed when Charles awkwardly held up the gun to Erik's head. Erik should be able to stop the bullet since its made out metal. Erik, the maniac he was almost seemed to be excited at the prospect of being able to show off his abilities.

"Are you sure?" Charles asked.

"I'm sure." Erik egged has a smile on his face. Charles clenched his eyes his hands began to tremble.

"No. No I can't I'm sorry." The sentiment only frustrated Erik as he leant down to position the gun against his forehead. Charles gritted his teeth, cringing.

"Oh come on." Erik urged, "You know I can deflect it. You're always telling me I should push myself." You sighed as Charles jerked his hand away.

"If you know you can deflect it, then you're not challenging yourself." Charles countered. "Whatever happened to the man who was trying to raise a submarine?"

Erik slapped his hands down at his sides, "What-I can't." Charles handed the gun to Erik. "I need the situation, the anger." He explained, you started to listen intently to their conversation.

"No, the anger's not enough." Charles replied.

"Well, it's gotten the job done all of this time." Erik retorted.

"And Shaw got the upper hand." You added, stepping towards the two men. "You feel so much Erik, there is so much more power in channeling your emotions into your power." 

"She's right." Charles started. "Because your anger has nearly gotten you killed all this time."

You felt his words deeply and then wonder if this is why Charles was better at controlling himself. He isn't just fueled by emotions but motives, inspiration, justice. Erik wanted to act on all of those raging emotions because he learnt that from a young age. But he could have so much more power and so could you, if you knew how to properly use it. "Follow me." Charles mumbled as he walked over to the fence you were leaning against. "Here's something challenging get that satellite to face us." Erik looked back at him before Charles turned to you.

"Nadine, I want you to unblock his mind, he needs to find that power within his memories. Instead of seeking out the dark, you need to find the light." Charles directed. 

A low humming filled the air as Erik attempted to turn the satellite to no avail. Charles looked over to you and you closed your eyes, you focused in on finding Erik in all the smoke, hearing his daunting of thoughts, the pressure he put on himself to perform this task. That's when a memory flooded back. Erik as a young boy, with his mother, Edie. A menorah set in the front of  the pair, laughter filled the air as you felt the weight of Erik's grief slipping away as a positive memory showed itself to the surface. You felt a tear run down your cheek as you opened your eyes to see Erik turned around facing you, his eyes glazed over with water. 

"What did you do to me?" Erik croaked, his voice soft but demanding. You stepped closer to him as you looked into his eyes.

"I looked for the brightest spot in your memory rather than the worst and it makes me feel so much better-." You explained.

"I didn't know I still had that." Erik murmured, looking down at the ground before meeting your eyes. 

"It's hard to keep those good memories when there are so many bad ones." You breathed, Erik reached out for you, his hands going to the back of your neck. He pulled you into a deep kiss, before Charles cleared his throat. "Now move that satellite bub." You urged as he softly smiled at you and gave you a short nod. 

Then Erik turned back towards the satellite, he focused in on his powers before gritting his teeth as he tried to pull the satellite towards the three of you but he wasn't able to so Charles spoke up, "If you are able to access that good, Erik, you'll possess a power no one can match." Charles explained before shaking his head. "Not even me."

"Come on try again." You persuaded. Erik's hand reaches out and all of his focus going inwards as he set his mind to the task at hand. You watched as tears trailed down his cheek as the metal of the satellite began to groan. He slowly brought his hand in towards himself and the satellite moved. 

Charles laughed in excitement and your heart was pumping with pride as Erik turned to you, laughing in joy. He didn't expect for you to jump on him, wrapping your arms around him. But he took the initiative and smashed his lips on to yours before he whispered, "You and me?"

The rest of the afternoon was filled with training the other mutants to use their powers. You watched as Alex became more comfortable with himself, Banshee more confident in his power and Hank finally using his mutation rather than hiding it away. Erik had gotten to know Raven a little deeper and came over to you to discuss her powers. He even saw a bit of you in her as Raven hid away her abilities, afraid of them. Then he went to speak with Raven, helping her take back her power in her natural form. Explaining to her that if she was always in a human form, then she was always half not paying attention. After dinner, the group piled into the den to listen to the president's address. 

"It shall be the policy of this nation to regard any missile crossing the embargo line that surrounds Cuba as an attack by the Soviet union on the United States requiring a full retaliatory response." Kennedy continued. 

"That's where we're gonna find Shaw." Erik announced.

"How do you know?" Alex asked in curiosity. 

"Two superpowers facing off, and he wants to start world war 3." Charles began to complain. "He won't leave anything to chance."

You glanced over at Erik as he spoke, "So much for diplomacy. I suggested you all get a good night of sleep." He nodded towards the door as his eyes connected with yours. You silently obeyed as you followed after him. 

You had fallen asleep in Erik's arms that night, he had spent hours snuggled into your neck and his arm draped around your waist. He had gotten a bath made up for you before making some tea to help you sleep. He silently took care of you and enjoyed it. You woke up later in the night, turning over in the bed to see the note Erik left for you, letting you know that he was with Charles. Your throat was dry and you were desperately craving a glass of water. As you walked back to the room, you paused as you heard voices on the other side. You reached out your mind, connecting with Erik's.

"This is a surprise." Erik said, as he looked away from Raven's covered body, she was under your sheets, naked. 

"A good one, I hope." Raven coaxed.

"Get out." Erik grunted. "You don't belong in here."

"How about now?" Raven asked, slying turning into your form and your anger informed Erik of your presence. 

"Hello darling." He spoke in his head, before you felt anger bubble up in his chest. "Don't pretend to be her, Raven. You won't ever be."

"But-."

"You are beautiful, Raven. But I would never hurt Nadine like this. I wouldn't ever do this to Charles. And we would never match." 

He covered all of his grounds as Raven began to cry, "Hank-." She broke off into a sob, breaking down in front of Erik, he sighed before speaking into his mind.

"Give us a moment." Erik spoke as you reluctantly left his mind, confused on why he wouldn't want you to be there. 

Moments later the door opens and a blue, naked, Raven came out of your room and you took no time to splash the water in her face. "So much for friends, Raven." You spat, angrily before stepping up to the shocked Raven, anger boiling through your veins. Raven swore she saw flames in your eyes as you threatened her, "You pull a stunt like that again and I will have you reliving your worst nightmare." You gritted.

"Leave her be, she made a mistake." Erik soothed, as he opened the door to the room and nodded for you to come to him. You trudged through the door angrily, trying your best to not be hurt by the situation. Erik didn't need your powers to know how you felt. You sat on the edge of the bed and Erik took it up on himself to kneel in front of you. 

"I would never hurt you, Nadine." Erik began, but you refused to look into his eyes, so his hand reached up to pinch your chin. "I would never give up this relationship, it's me and you." You looked into his eyes, his words puncturing your heart. "You trust me?"

"Of course." You assured, your hand coming up to wipe the tears that came from your overemotional state. 

"What shall I do to help sway you?" Erik asked, as he reached over to your arm before leaning down to softly kiss your hand. He slowly worked his way up your arm before his hands moved to the sides of your thighs, his hands spreading wide. "Show you how much-." He started, his breath hitching, his eyes growing dark as he looked up at you. "How much I love you." He finished as the words sunk into your chest, making you freeze. Erik's hands moved up your thighs, grabbing the edges of your pajama pants and slowly pulling them down. 

You didn't know how to reply to him, staring down at him as he hyper focused on getting you naked and under him. Though you knew it would be hard for Erik to confront his feelings after what you had done to him. When he had a clear head, no alcohol clouding his judgement but that feeling overcame you as Erik kissed on your skin. It was so easy for him to get caught up in you but he noticed that something was off. His hands came up to frame your face, pushing your hair back to look in his eyes. The truth being told at the way he was looking at you. You shouldn't doubt his loyalties, after all this time had never disappointed you in making you feel valued, needed and now loved. 

When you looked in his mind, all you felt was love. Concern flashed in his eyes as you started at him, lost in thought. He moved his head down to rub his nose against your jaw, trying to catch your attention. When you gazed up the man you finally said something, "You love me?"

You remembered your dream, how it played out as he buried his face in your neck, his hot cheeks warming up your skin. He inhaled before lightly kissing your neck. Your hands came up to his short red hair, pulling softly at the threads to meet his face again. "For how long?" You asked. 

Erik sighed as he remembered your trip to Paris, "For a long time, Liebling. On our trip to Paris, you trusted me to take you to different sites and restaurants. You remember that it was the first time we slept in the same bed together?" You felt deju-vu as he continued to explain himself in the best way he could, "I've never told anyone aside from my mother that I've loved them and I've never felt-in love before, " His eyes wonder your face before drifting to your lips and settling on your eyes. You clashed your lips together, running your fingers against his hair as he dipped his tongue into your mouth. 

Erik moved back on the bed, admiring you as he stood in front of you. His eyes trailing your body laid out on the bed, half clothed, you still looked like a wet dream. He pulled off his shirt before going to undo his belt. There was a different air in the night, there was deeper reach for connection rather than just needing each other. When he was finally naked, he knelt over you, his cock swelling by the moment. Erik spreads your legs, his cock fitting between your thighs. Erik's hands hover your breasts, taking his time to kiss your skin and suck at your breasts. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, his cock hard against your thigh. He moved his cock to rub against your clothed panties. Your legs move up as he grasps your panties and quickly gets rid of them. Then he leant back over to you, spreading your folds with his fingers before sliding his cock head into your weeping hole. Erik thrusted into you, his arms holding himself up are by your head. 

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He looked down at you with bliss shown on his face as he began to pound into you. Your hands moved down his back to feel his muscles flex as he held himself above you. Your legs moved around his waist, pulling him down on top of him, his arms moving down to his elbows. Erik leant down to cuddle into your neck and suck bruises on to your skin. This time was different between the two of you. Erik didn't act dominate because he couldn't think he could only feel all the sensations you made his body feel. He was passionately making love to you as he whispered in your ear, "I love you, Liebling. Me and you."

You panted back his words as you pulled his head in close, "Me and you baby." You promised, his thrusts sped up as he used down your neck, his kisses were quick but all consuming. Erik's hand moved down to your clit rubbing it in circles. You croaked out a moan and he lifted your hips up with a pillow to hit a deeper spot in you. You shoot your head back and grip on to his back as you arched into him. 

"Come for me." He croaked. You fluttered around his dick, sucking him in as your orgasm comes crashing down you. Erik picks up his pace, trying to chase his own high. Then his hips stuttered against your own as he was coming. You whined out the over stimulation then he slipped out of you and got on his knees. The flat of his tongue comes in contact with your aching clit and wet hole. 

"God, Erik."

"God won't help you now." Erik murmured, darkly, as he swirled your clit with his tongue before wiping up his come that dripped out of you. Then he started to fuck your cunt with his tongue, making you moan out loudly and grip on to his hair. You could feel another orgasm bubbling up to the surface as Erik suffocated himself to your pussy. His determination to make you come, drove him wild and he desperately needed that from you. You broke apart on his tongue, your skin burning hot. "Calm down, my love." He urged, pulling his tongue off of you as he felt your heated skin. He moved up to lay next to you, his arm draping around your waist. Erik made sure to pull the blanket over the two of you before pulling you close.