#i have no idea if he steams in the rain but i couldn't pass up on the effect

[thedemonscrawler]

What greater indulgence is there than being able to put yourself in mild discomfort?

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I've had this idea for @ayyy-imma-ninja's Fairy!Eclipse since just before he got officially introduced. I think he'd enjoy things like being able to stand in the rain, even if it's uncomfortable, just because he CAN.

[pyonpyonnnn]

angel devil

a/n: it's not selfish if there ISN'T ENOUGH ANGEL FICS!! no but im rlly happy so many ppl like him<3 and ty for ur kind words i- *crumbles* also sorry this is so late LMFAO

The cold of winter had come, the north wind bringing along with it dark, foreboding clouds. The perfect weather for hot chocolate with a soft serve—as insisted by Angel.

An intermediate thrum could be heard outside; the pitter-pattering of rain akin to that of an old piano having its resonating, baritone keys played for the first time in years. Eyes swept from the water drop littered window to the warm cup of hot chocolate you held, rejecting the cold and rather embracing the comforting ambiance of it all, accompanied by an angel who—similar to you—held a cup of cocoa in his hands.

Sunsetesque eyes found interest in the rain-dotted windowpane as he absentmindedly took a sip of the steaming cocoa.

"Ow." He had stuck his tongue out, eyes crossed as they were drawn to the burning sensation that prickled his taste buds. "Ith hot."

Leaning over to inspect his face, you smiled. Finally. You could finally use your god-awful pick up line.

"Want me to kiss it better?"

Strain as you might keep a straight face, you couldn't. Embarrassment made itself apparent with how pink speckled your cheeks, only darkening more so when Angel held his gaze on yours like a vice; said gaze only increased in intimidation when words failed to articulate your explanation.

"I'm waiting." Curt and clipped was his response; he too was embarrassed—ears and cheeks already singed from the anticipated feeling of your lips, glossy from his own, wet with saliva—he lied; he couldn't wait any longer.

When you had revealed your identity as the immortal devil, Angel had found it easy to slip into the sweet clutches of your fingers that promised many halcyon days to come. As time passed, his advances became bolder, as measly as bolder could get; he was still accommodating to the thrilling sensation of touch from another. Touch, for him, was registered with the highest sensitivity—the outcome being a flustered, jittery male who's wings fluttered with the anticipation of again.

Lips remained, on the cusp of a grandeur he had yet to experience a second time. Effluences of love whispered from your lips, enrapturing him—mind muddled as he was overcome with the trance-like desire to concede to your want.

Hands intertwined under the blanket, as did your tongues.

Angel's free, inexperienced hand made its way to hold your waist; rubbing it comfortingly more for himself than anything. You'd teasingly squeeze his thigh, his hold on you tightening into a grip in response, where you'd giggle from the ticklish sensation. Much to his dismay, your mouth dominated his, and he fell victim to your advances that had his hands shaking, brows knitted in concentration to do good for you, and mouth eliciting breathy gasps from those short moments you'd let him mercifully breathe.

Opening your eyes, you caught sight of this and your heart melted. Hands wandered and found purchase in his hair, tugging his locks, and sensually scaping his scalp where he shuddered out a prolonged groan. Angel's eyes snapped open and found that you were drinking in his pleasurable pink-tinted expressions. At this, he yanked away, tucking his embarrassed self in the juncture of your neck, slender hands venturing under your clothes, where they rubbed mindless circles on your plush, bare skin to uphold this intimate moment.

He'd mumble something about this exchange being "unfair", as you were always the one to fluster him—at this moment he vowed that he would someday be the reason for your own flustered, pink face. He felt elated at this idea, finishing his thought with a gentle bite and kiss to your neck.

The cocoa had been set on the table, forgotten, for the two of you had found your sweet, warm drink elsewhere.

[cheynovak]

A new addiction - Part 4 

Jensen Ackles x F/reader (Y/N)  

Warning: Nothing too graphic but still, age difference, Open relationship  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Let's make it very clear I don't want to denigrate, break up or talk bad about Danneel, their relationship or family. I love them and wish both all the happiness.  

This story is pure fiction. Have fun!  

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Story:  recap 

Jensen and Danneel are going through a difficult time in their relationship. After being together for so long and married for 14 years the excitement and sexual tension is gone. After going to marriage counselling Danneel had the idea of trying a semi-open relationship.  

But is Jensen capable to just physical needs or will he fall for Y/N?

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Y/N sat alone in her cozy living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting warm light on her book. Outside, the rain tapped against the windowpanes in a rhythmic melody. But inside, there was only silence, broken occasionally by the crackle of the fireplace. 

Resting on the sofa, Y/N hugged a cushion close to her chest, her thoughts consumed by Jensen. He was with his wife, fulfilling the commitments of a life they had built together before Y/N entered the picture. Jensen had asked her to give him time.  

Despite knowing the complexities of their relationship, Y/N had giving in the night at his party, again. As much as she wanted to keep her distance, seeing him, feeling him was an addiction she never knew excited. 

She couldn't help but wonder if Jensen's thoughts ever drifted to her when he was with his wife, if he yearned for her touch or missed the sound of her laughter. But such thoughts only fuelled the turmoil within Y/N's mind, tearing at the fragile threads of hope she clung to. 

With a heavy sigh, Y/N closed her eyes, trying to push away the overwhelming sense of loneliness that threatened to consume her. Memories flooded her mind stolen moments of passion, whispered promises exchanged in the darkness of night, and the warmth of Jensen's embrace that felt like home. 

Y/N decided to go out with her friends to distract herself from the thoughts of Jensen being with his wife. They went to a cozy café where they caught up over cups of steaming coffee and plates of pastries. Laughter filled the air, momentarily lifting the weight off Y/N's shoulders. 

As they chatted and shared stories, Y/N's friend suggested taking a stroll down memory lane by visiting their old high school hangout spot. Nostalgia tinged the air as they reminisced about their teenage years, the innocence of youth, and the dreams they once held dear. 

While at the old hangout, they bumped into an old high school boyfriend of Y/N's. He was charming and handsome, and despite the years that had passed, there was still a spark of familiarity between them. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up on each other's lives. 

Feeling nostalgic, someone suggested taking a few pictures to capture the moment. Y/N hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged off her concerns. After all, it was just a harmless picture, a fragment of time frozen in pixels. 

They posed for the camera, smiling and laughing, unaware of the consequences their actions would have. Y/N uploaded the pictures to Instagram, tagging her friends. Little did she know Jensen was scrolling online.  

Jensen sat alone in his study, his laptop open in front of him to work but his mind wandered elsewhere. He couldn't shake the image from his head, the picture of Y/N with her friends, smiling and laughing as if the world around them didn't matter. 

A pang of jealousy twisted in Jensen's chest. He knew he shouldn't feel this way. Y/N had every right to spend time with her friends, to reminisce about old memories. But seeing her with another man, even if it was just a friend from her past, stirred something possessive within him.  

With a sigh, Jensen reached for his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen as he debated whether to text Y/N. He wanted to tell her how he felt, to let her know that seeing her with another man made him jealous, but he was afraid of sounding controlling or insecure. And even then, what right did he have, he was the one having an affair.  

In the end, he couldn't control himself, he typed out a short message, his words carefully chosen to convey his feelings without overwhelming Y/N. He hit send and waited, his heart racing as he anxiously awaited her response. 

Jensen's heart sank as he stared at his phone, the message he had been sent and read by Y/N, but left unanswered. He felt a surge of frustration mixed with a tinge of hurt. Did she not care about his feelings? Was she purposely ignoring him? 

His mind raced with questions, doubts creeping in like unwelcome shadows. Perhaps he had been too forward, too vulnerable in expressing his jealousy. Maybe Y/N needed space, or perhaps she was upset with him for even feeling jealous in the first place. But she could tell her.  

As minutes turned into hours, Jensen's anxiety only grew. He tried to focus on other things, to distract himself from the gnawing uncertainty, but his thoughts kept circling back to Y/N and the unanswered text. 

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. With a heavy sigh, Jensen decided to call her, hoping to hear the sound of her voice and find some reassurance in her words. The phone rang several times before it finally went to voicemail. Jensen hesitated, unsure of what to say. Should he leave a message? Or should he try again later? 

In the end, he opted to leave a brief message, his voice laced with a hint of concern. "Hey, it's me. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Give me a call back when you get this, okay? I miss you." 

Danneel stood in the hallway just outside Jensen's study, her heart clenched with a mix of emotions, surprise, disappointment, and a twinge of sadness. His words lingering in her head “... I miss you.”  

With a determined tilt of her chin, Danneel reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialled a familiar number. It rang once, twice, before a voice answered on the other end. "Hey, it's me," Danneel said, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "I know it's late, but I was wondering if you're free to talk?" 

As she spoke to her ‘boyfriend’, Danneel felt a sense of liberation wash over her. She didn’t meet up with him yet. Despite being her idea to an open relationship. And even though they agreed to end things when one didn’t want it anymore, she needed to give it a chance, give Jensen the benefit of the doubt.  

“Hey, Jensen," she began, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. "I need to talk to you about something. "Jensen looked up, his expression curious. "Sure, what's up?"  

Danneel hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "I've decided to go out for the night," she said, meeting his gaze head-on. "I need some time to myself, to clear my head." 

Jensen's brows furrowed in confusion. "Is everything okay? You know you can talk to me, right?" Danneel nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I know, and I appreciate that. But I just need some space tonight, to do my own thing." 

Jensen studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Okay," he finally said, though there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Sure, ok, I’ll watch the kids." Danneel nodded thanks. 

There was a moment of silence as Jensen processed her words, his gaze flickering with a mix of emotions. Danneel could sense his uncertainty, his desire to understand her sudden need for independence. "I hope you have a good night," Jensen said finally, his voice soft with resignation. “You too” she yelled while walking out the door.  

That night Jensen had the bedroom to himself, realising she didn’t just go out. Jensen felt sleep washing over him. In his dreams, he woke up feeling someone lying next to him, he reached out to find Y/N, his fingers brushing against her soft skin, his lips hungering for the taste of her kiss. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, the sweetness of her lips as they met his own in a tender embrace. 

Weeks passed.  

The tension in the room exploded, Jensen and Danneel stood facing each other, their voices raised in anger and frustration. Words flew like daggers, cutting through the air with precision, leaving wounds that ran deep. "I can't believe you went out to see him!" Jensen's voice was laced with accusation, his eyes burning with hurt and betrayal. 

“We agreed on seeing other people when we are apart. I was home Danneel!” Danneel's jaw clenched, her fists balling at her sides as she met Jensen's gaze head-on. "You don't get to judge me, Jensen," she shot back, her voice trembling with pent-up emotion.  

"I thought we agreed to keep our affairs separate from our home life," Jensen said, his voice low and strained. "But clearly, you had other plans." 

Danneel scoffed, her eyes flashing with defiance. "And what about you, Jensen? Don't think I don't know about your calls and gifts to Y/N." Jensen's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of guilt crossing his features before he quickly composed himself. "That's different," he insisted, though the words sounded hollow even to his own ears. 

"I know about the flowers," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And the texts, secret calls." Jensen's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of guilt crossing his features before he quickly composed himself. "Danneel, I—" he began, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words. 

But Danneel held up a hand, cutting him off before he could finish. "Save it, Jensen," she said, her voice tinged with resignation. "I don't want to hear your excuses anymore. I'm tired of pretending like everything is okay when it's not." 

Danneel's voice was firm but gentle as she looked into Jensen's eyes, searching for the truth hidden within. "Jay," she said softly, "I need you to be honest with me. Do you love Y/N?" 

Jensen's jaw tightened, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet Danneel's steady gaze. "It's... complicated," he admitted, his voice strained with emotion. "I care about Y/N, but it's not like that. It's... it's just physical." 

“Maybe we need some time to think, time apart.” She added not believing his words. “I’ll take the kids to my mother. For a few weeks, give you time to think what you want, need.” 

As soon as Danneel and the children were safely on their way, Jensen wasted no time in grabbing his keys and heading out the door. He knew where he needed to be, who he needed to see. Without a word, he climbed into his car and drove straight to Y/N's house, his heart pounding in his chest with each passing mile. 

When he finally arrived, Jensen hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell. He didn't know what to expect, didn't know if Y/N would even want to see him. But he had to try, he had to hear it from her if she still wanted him. Giving her no choice but to talk to him. 

To his surprise, Y/N opened the door her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and sadness. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if afraid to let her go. Jensen buried his face in Y/N's hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. In that moment, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. 

"Y/N, I've been trying to reach you," Jensen whispered, his voice filled with desperation. "Why didn't you respond to my calls and texts?" 

Y/N pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I needed some space, Jensen," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I needed time to sort through my feelings, to figure out what I want." 

Jensen's heart sank at her words, the weight of his own actions pressing down on him like a heavy burden. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you." 

Y/N reached up to brush away the tears that stained his cheeks, her touch gentle and comforting. "I know," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "But sometimes, sorry isn't enough." 

She invited Jensen inside, as they stood in the kitchen she spoke. "I can't do this anymore, Jensen," she said softly, her voice tinged with determination. "I need certainty, not fleeting moments of passion."  

Jensen's eyes widened it wasn't a surprise but still, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek with a tenderness that made her heart ache. But she couldn't allow herself to be swayed by his touch, not when she needed clarity more than ever. So, she took a step back. "I need time to heal, Jay" she said quietly.  

Her voice trembling with emotion. "Why are you here?" she asked. Jensen took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. "Danneel took the kids to her mother's house," he admitted. “So, you’re here because you are alone?”  

I'm sorry, Y/N," Jensen said softly, his eyes filled with regret. “You’re apologising a lot lately.” Y/N looked at her coffee. He didn’t know what to say. "I'm here for you, Jensen," she said quietly, “But as a friend, nothing more. If you don’t want to be alone, you can take the guest room for a couple of nights.”  

Jensen paced back and forth in Y/N's kitchen. He had made the decision to stay with Y/N for a while, hoping to earn back her affection and rebuild whatever it was they needed. But with each passing moment, he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration, the ache of longing for the closeness they once shared. 

As the days stretched into weeks, Jensen tried his best to show Y/N how much he cared, showering her with affection and attention in the hopes of winning her back. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling of being distant, of being on the outside looking in. 

Y/N could sense his frustration, his desperation to bridge the gap between them. 

One evening, as they sat together playing chess, the tension between them lingering in the air, Jensen turned out to Y/N "I hate this distance between us, Y/N," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "I want to be close to you, to feel you again.” 

I hate it too, Jensen," she whispered, her voice filled with longing. Jensen nodded, a sense of determination shining in his eyes. "I'll do whatever it takes, Y/N," he vowed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I won't give up on us." Feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on them, Jensen got up and gently pulled Y/N into his arms, in a warm embrace.  

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her heart torn between the desire to pull away and the longing to melt into his embrace. But as Jensen held her close, his touch gentle and reassuring, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. “You’ll need to make a choice Jay.” she whispered against his chest. “I know.”  

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Wrong Time, Wrong Place

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hii there!

So I dont have a proper idea but a tom hiddleston oneshot with a bit of angst and a lot of fluff at the end?

Thank you I love your writing ❤❤" - Requested by @simping-for-marvel ! 😄

Summary: Tom and you had been together for almost a year - about to celebrate your one-year anniversary. But a huge misunderstanding causes a lot of trouble and heartache...

Warnings: a lot of angst, self-doubts, mentions of cheating, fluff!

Word Count: 3k

a/n: Okay, this got a lot more angsty than I wanted it to be... I hope you like it nevertheless! I promise, it's fluffy at the end! 😊 Thank you for requesting and for your kind words! ❤

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MASTERLIST

You never ever – not even in your wildest dreams had imagined that something like this could happen to you. Sure, it was something what a lot of girls and women imagined and dreamed of. You were sure of that. But the fact that you had the privilege to live this dream, still seemed so surreal to you. A normal woman, with a boring standard job, who had grown up in a normal, loving family, somewhere in the Scottish Highlands? Oh please... If someone would've told you a year ago that this was about to happen, you would've laughed into the persons face. You were a nobody - he was Britain's most famous actor. Two seemingly completely different worlds collided - in the most beautiful way possible... Love.

Tom Hiddleston. Britain's most famous actor, known for his performance as the mischievous Norse God Loki in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, one of the greatest of his age group, womanizer - and a total sweetheart. That was how several tabloids described him. You couldn't know, of course, could you? You never met him in person, only saw him on a screen or through the TV. Although, that didn't mean that you did not agree with those tabloids. He was brilliant, extraordinarily talented and without a doubt a handsome man. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. Who hadn't? But not one tabloid, interview or Comic Con Panel could've prepared you for what happened a few months ago...

It had been a stressful day for you at work. Nothing seemed to go after plan for you today. The day started with you oversleeping your alarm clock, causing you to be too late at work. Missing your underground didn't help either. The cherry on top was, that it started to rain, drenching your clothes and reflecting that Monday's just hated you. Your boss had been furious, of course. You were facing his wrath the whole day, only getting to do the dirty work. It was definitely a day to forget. At least you had good chances to catch your train back home. What you didn't expect, though was to run into a man on your way to the underground, dumping your cup of steaming hot tea all over his jacket. You apologised on no end, before you even realised, who were standing in front of you. Your eyes were popping out of your head, when you discovered that said man was nobody else but the infamous Tom Hiddleston. Long story short, this dreadful day had been the beginning of something wonderful... A growing love between an actor and a normal woman. Sure, it wasn't easy for you to adjust to this different world you had been suddenly thrown into. Suddenly standing in limelight and being a part of the tabloids, you used to read. But with the time passing and your love blooming and growing, you got used to this world of fame.

A smile grazed your lips, as you stared absentmindedly on the first picture you and Tom took together as a couple, standing framed on your desk in your office.

This love was true, honest and meant to last forever - or was it?

The ringing of your mobile pulled you back into the here and now. You gazed down at the device and saw Tom's name popping up on the display, causing your heart to beat faster. Looking around, to check if your boss was in eyesight - which wasn't the case, you took the call excitedly. "Hey there!" "Hello, darling!" Tom's happy voice urged to your ears from the other side of the line. "Why are you calling me at that time of the day? Shouldn't you be doing a photoshoot right now?" A low chuckle left the Brit's lips. "Actually, yes, but one of the photographers got unfortunately stuck in traffic and arrives later, so..." "Oh..." You let out a soft giggle. "Well, things like that happen." "Quite right, yes..." Tom paused for a moment, before he suddenly realised that he was calling you in the middle of the day, which meant... His eyes widened. "Darling, are you still at work?" "Yeah, I-" "Shit, I didn't mean to keep you from working, sorry, I-I hope your boss-" You jumped to interrupt the rambling boyfriend. "No, Tommy, no! It's fine, don't worry! I have ten minutes left of my break anyway, so..." "You sure?" You smiled to yourself. "Yes." Tom let out a relieved breath. "Okay, good." The actor paused for another moment and took a deep breath, before he continued to speak. "There's, uh, actually a reason why I called you." Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and wonder. "Oh okay..." "Yes, I, uh wanted to talk with you about our one-year anniversary..." Your eyes widened. Yours and Tom's one-year anniversary... It was next week - and you didn't have a gift yet! "Y/N?" You blinked. "Yes, sorry, I'm here, I'm listening. What were you saying, love?" "I said that I'd like to take you out. I may have something planned for us." To tell the truth, Tom had the idea planned out in his mind since weeks. He wanted to turn the first anniversary you two could celebrate and cherish into something special. "Would that be alright?" Yeah... You still couldn't believe how you ended up with that sweetheart of a man. He was just perfect. "R-Really? You planned something?" Tom chuckled softly. "Yes, indeed, my love." "Wow, that's... Yes! Yes, it's completely alright! I... Oh my, I am so excited!" "I am glad to hear that." You could practically hear the smile on his face. "But I won't tell you where- Oh, darling, I have to go! Work is calling me." You giggled. "Me too." "We are going to talk later about it again, yes?" "Yes." "Perfect. See you later, I love you." "Love you, too!" With those words you hung up, both of you going back to work. At that time, you didn't know, that your world was going to shatter only a few hours later...

Just getting home from work, you immediately headed straight for the bathroom, preparing a hot tub. You stripped yourself off your clothes, tested the temperature of the water and then sunk into the warm, relaxing water. You just laid there for a while, enjoying the silence and relaxing with your eyes closed shut. After a few minutes of letting the water relax your sore muscles, you reached for your mobile. Now was the time of the day to check emails, unanswered messages, the weather, social media and of course the news. Little did you know, that you were going to regret scrolling through the newest headlines of several tabloids... Mindlessly, without a second thought, you checked the newest celebrity news, causing your heart to drop at a sudden.

'Tom Hiddleston caught kissing a woman, who is clearly not his Y/N!'

You read the headline, felt the words burn inside your eyes. Of course, you couldn't help yourself but to tap on the article. Tears built up in your eyes, when you read the written sentences, through a blurry view. You desperately tried to calm yourself down, 'cause this was just an article of a tabloid. Fake news was a common thing, right? But what you didn't see coming were the pictures at the end of the article, causing your heart to shatter into a million pieces. The taken photo was a bit unsharp and wobbly, but clear evidence. Seen on the picture was Tom in front of a coffee shop or something, with a woman you didn't know - kissing her. At least that was how it looked like. The view was slightly blocked by their bodies, but the position and body language seemed to be a clear indication. A loud gasp left your lips and suddenly it was hard to breathe, due to the pain in your chest. It felt like somebody had just drove a dagger straight through your heart. No... You told yourself. No, this... This couldn't be true! Frantically, you checked the release date of the article. Perhaps it was an old one, which just decided to pop up? It wasn't. Published an hour ago. An hour ago... An hour ago, you were talking to Tom about your anniversary. That was your downfall. You let your mobile slip from your hands, letting it crash to the piled bathroom floor, before you broke down, crying. Uncontrollable sobs wracked your body as you cried and cried, until the water in the tub got ice cold, causing you to freeze. Like a robot, you lifted yourself out of the tub and got dressed, a vacant expression on your face.

After the shock of the discovery that Tom had obviously cheated on you subsidised, kicked your doubts and lack of self confidence in. Of course he would cheat on you. It had just been a matter of time, wasn't it? Tom Hiddleston - Britain's most famous actor, charming gentleman and an absolute ladies' man - with a woman like you? No. Certainly not. How could you ever be on eye-level with a man like him? He was so much more than you could ever be. You should've known from the beginning that this wasn't going to work out. That you just weren't enough. How could you be so stupid and believe that you could be enough for him? At some point he was going to let you fall - and you had reached that point now. Yes, it was 'just' a year, but nevertheless... You loved Tom with every fibre of your body. You had seen a future with him. A wedding - marriage, children, growing old together. But now? Now you saw nothing anymore. It was nothing left, except the pain in your chest, caused by your broken heart. Another wave of fresh tears rolled over you like a hurricane. You curled yourself up into a ball on the bathroom floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Through a blurry view, you saw the screen of your mobile suddenly lighting up from the corner of your eyes. Five missed messages and three missed calls from Tom. Make it four. He called you straight again, but you ignored it, looked away and buried your face in your arms. You didn't want to talk to him. Preferably never ever again.

You didn't know how long you sat there. Minutes, hours? You still hadn't moved an inch, were frozen to the ground, drowning in your heartache and self-doubts - but the ringing of your door bell pulled you back into reality, startling you to death. You assumed it was Tom. After a minute or so, he rang the doorbell again, but you didn't move. You didn't want to see him or hear his pitiful apologies. What you unfortunately didn't think of, was that he had a key to your apartment... Which he used. Actually, Tom had promised you to only use it if he had to, in case of emergency - and that was a case of emergency for him. You didn't text, didn't answer his calls. What if something had happened to you?

"Y/N?" You heard Tom call out, causing you to shiver. You didn't answer and hoped that he would just go away again. But deep down you knew this wasn't going to happen. "Y/N?" He called again; voice now utterly worried. You could hear the sound of his steps. He was searching for you. "Y/N?!" Tom was desperate now, voice filled with fear. When you heard his steps getting closer, you had enough. "Go away!" You yelled - and didn't think your plan through. It led him of course straight to you. The bathroom door flew open mere seconds later. "Y/N?!" The panic on his face was clearly visible. He looked utterly worried and fearful - a thing you didn't see. "I told you to go away!" His expression got immediately replaced by a deep frown. Tom was more than confused. "G-Go away? Why?" Then he seemed to notice your tear-stained cheeks and your puffy, red eyes. His eyes widened and he knelt down in front of you on an instant. "Gods, darling... What happened?!" Tom reached out a hand to touch your arm, but you flinched away from him. "Don't touch me!" The actor was more than just confused by now. So many thoughts were running through his mind. What had happened? Why were you acting like this? Had he done something wrong? When he had talked to you on the phone earlier that day, everything was fine... What changed? Why didn't you answer his calls and messages now? The only chance he had, was to do what you wanted him to do. So, he didn't touch you and distanced himself a bit, to give you some space. "If you want me to leave, I will. Just please... Please tell me what happened. I-I don't understand." Tom tried to stay calm, but internally he was absolutely losing his shit. He was so scared. Scared of what you were going to tell him - if you decided to do so. Scared that he had done something wrong and fucked everything up. But especially, he was scared of losing you. The actor swallowed hard, fighting the tears when your broken, hurtful gaze met his. Without saying a word, you reached for your mobile, unlocked it and tapped onto the article, before literally tossing the device at Tom's feet. Hesitatingly, he averted his eyes from you again and picked up your phone.

The headline was enough to cause his eyes to widen in pure shock. When he scrolled down the page and saw the pictures, everything became clear. Why you acted that way. Realisation hit him like a truck. You thought he cheated on you. "Y-Y/N... This is not-" Tom started to explain, but you interrupted him. "How it looks like. Yes, sure, Thomas. It always isn't, right?" You spoke in a cold tone, the venom literally dripping from your tongue. Tom shook his head, tears gathering in his eyes. "It really isn't, darling. I swear! I'd never ever cheat on you! I love you way too much. You mean the world to me, why on earth would I be so stupid to destroy this? They got this wrong, Y/N! I didn't cheat on you!" He tried feverishly to explain himself, but you just shook your head and snorted out a laugh. "Thomas... I may be stupid, but I am not blind. You can't bluff it out. It's obvious. The picture is the evident. Now just go, please." Once again, Tom shook his head, tears now free-falling. "Yes, but no! Please, let me explain." "What's there to explain? You kissed this woman and cheated on me." "I didn't! She's not just any woman! For god's sake, that's Sarah - and I didn't kiss her on the lips! I kissed the corner of her mouth!" What? Your anger subsided all of a sudden, got replaced by utter confusion. "W-What? Sarah, but...?" Tom sighed. "You know she works in India. She surprised me this morning on set. I hadn't the time to tell you she's back home, because you were at work. I took her to that coffee shop in my break to catch up with her. We didn't see each other in a long time, like you know. The pictures you saw... It was the moment I told her we were about to celebrate our one-year anniversary a-and she was so happy for me - us and well... That paparazzi was at the wrong time at the wrong place... But I can't blame them, though... Sarah looks different. Cut and dyed her hair..."

You blinked, trying to process Tom's words. Sarah? It had been his sister, Sarah? What? You literally couldn't believe this. "I-It was S-Sarah?" Your boyfriend just nodded, smiling softly through blurry eyes. "Oh my gosh..." You squeezed your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands in shame. "I am so stupid..." Tom shook his head - what you weren't able to see. "Darling, no. No, you're definitely not stupid for thinking this. You had every right to do so, and react the way you did. You couldn't know." The emotions ran wild inside your body. The rage and sadness you felt before, had turned now in utter shame and sorrow. "I-I'm so sorry, Tom." You sobbed - again. "I'm so sorry for accusing you of cheating on me and I'm sorry for the things I said." You suddenly felt how his warm, soft hands landed on your knees. "Y/N... If anybody has to be sorry, it's me. Sarah and I should've been more careful and I should've told you that she is in London. This all wouldn't have happened if I – we did that." You shook your head; felt the tears wetting the palms of your hands. "I-I just thought..." You needed to take a deep breath. "I thought you finally got rid of me, 'cause I am not good enough... Because you're you and I am just... me." A painful, heart-wrenching sob left Tom's lips, and suddenly you were in his arms, pressed against his strong chest. "Never ever say or think that again, please... You are enough, my love. You are more than enough. You always were - and you always will be. I don't care that you are 'just you'... In fact, I love that about you." He said, gently pulling your hands away from your face, so he could look you in the eyes. "You are the woman of my dreams. The woman I want to marry someday. The woman I want to have children with. The woman I want to grow old with. I love you, Y/N. To the moon and back." You felt like your heart was going to explode at the sudden rush of love you felt for the man in front of you. His beautiful words caused you to cry even more. "Oh Tommy..." You didn't know what to say. You had no words. You were speechless. "I-I want that, too. I-I love you. So much it hurts." Tom smiled at you - in the most loving way, and dipped his head to capture your lips with his. It was a kiss full of love and emotions. A kiss you desperately needed.

[knsm-idk123456-blog]

The Design of Love

Chapter 1: Unexpected Encounters

I never expected to meet someone like Blaine in a quaint little coffee shop on a rainy Tuesday morning. But as fate would have it, there he was, sitting across from me with a steaming cup of espresso in his hand, looking every bit as captivating as the storm brewing outside.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked with a charming smile, gesturing to the empty chair opposite mine.

I glanced up from my sketchbook, momentarily caught off guard by his sudden appearance. "Oh, uh, sure," I replied, hastily tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

As he settled into the seat, I couldn't help but notice the air of confidence that surrounded him. His tailored suit exuded success, and his piercing blue eyes held a hint of mischief that intrigued me.

"So, what brings you to this little corner of the city?" he inquired, taking a sip of his coffee.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Just grabbing a quick caffeine fix before heading to the office. What about you?"

Blaine chuckled softly. "Same here. Though I must admit, stumbling upon such a charming company was not part of my agenda for the day."

His words sent a flush of warmth to my cheeks, and I ducked my head to hide the sudden blush. "Flattery will get you nowhere," I teased, grateful for the distraction his presence provided.

We fell into an easy conversation, trading stories and laughter as the rain drummed against the windows outside. I learned that Blaine was the CEO of a prominent tech company, while I worked as a design strategist for a small start-up. Despite our differing backgrounds, we found common ground in our passion for innovation and creativity.

Before I knew it, hours had passed, and the once bustling coffee shop had emptied out, leaving only Blaine and me lost in our own little world.

"Well, it looks like we've solved all the world's problems over coffee," Blaine remarked with a playful twinkle in his eye.

I couldn't help but smile at his infectious energy. "Who knew all it took was a chance encounter in a coffee shop?"

As we gathered our belongings and prepared to part ways, Blaine hesitated for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a business card.

"In case you ever need someone to bounce ideas off of," he said, handing me the card with a wink.

I accepted it with a grateful smile, feeling a newfound sense of excitement bubbling within me.

"Thanks, Blaine. I'll definitely keep that in mind," I replied, already looking forward to our next unexpected encounter.

Little did I know, that chance meeting would be the beginning of a love story I never saw coming.

[no-oneknowsmyname]

Summary: Ghostbur finds himself confronted with a train, and he decides to take it. He wakes up with hardly a memory to his name, laying injured and confused on the floor of one of the G-Train's shopping carts. Thankfully, Etho, on one of his many shopping escapades, is there to find him and get some Boatem people to help.

I happened upon this art and I couldn't stop thinking about the concept of Ghostbur ending up in Hermitcraft. I just had to get this written down. I might continue this, I'm not sure. I just really love the idea of Ghostbur ending up in S8 Hermitcraft smack in the middle of the hermits already dealing with big moons, earthquakes, and prank wars. Plus, Mr Soot's fanfictions on Reddit mean nothing to me, and this was my way of flipping him off. Stay away from my comfort character, Wilbur. I can and will write a fanfic about him having fun with my other comfort characters in a different server.

Also, slight warnings for angst, disassociation, depression, injury, blood, and such at the beginning of this. Ghostbur doesn't start off in a happy place, but it gets better.

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Ghostbur had forgotten to count how long he'd been here. It wasn't like there were days for him to count by; the station was always dark and shadowed, expanding endlessly in every direction. Not a single window to be seen. 

At first, he counted on the train. It came, he thought, at regular enough intervals. It wasn't very reliable, however, as saying he'd been sitting on the same bench for any number of times of the train passing by would mean nothing to everybody. 

There was a screen hanging on the ceiling, however, that had a timer. But he never looked at it, not after seeing it showed the things people said about him back home… not after seeing how few and far in-between and mean some of those things had become.

So he forgot to keep count. Forgot to care. His fingers hurt from scratching on the walls, and they hadn't ever seemed to heal along with the hole in his chest and the burns steaming on his cheeks down from his eyes. 

He missed his friends. He missed Tommy. Techno. Phil. Tubbo. Ranboo. Friend especially. But he had long accepted that none of them were coming for him. Ghostbur fucked up in that prison, trying to help Tommy with something that he didn't quite understand. At first, he tried to blame Tommy for this limbo, as he had promised he wouldn't get hurt… but deep down he knew he was the one to fail Tommy. They weren't coming for him because they preferred Wilbur. Wilbur didn't fuck up. Wilbur could do great things and be respected. Wilbur didn't forget or get attached to little, stupid things, or melt in the rain. 

Ghostbur was going to stay here forever. And he forgot to count how long he'd been here or forgot to care because it didn't matter. 

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He sobbed. His brain was too loud again, thinking these depressing thoughts. He wished he could turn it off, or at least cry himself to sleep… but his brain got too loud. He hated this. He much preferred when he would disassociate from this, stare off into the corner and pretend that he didn't exist here. Get lost in daydreams about running in the snowfields with Friend. 

But right now wasn't the case. 

He was here. He was here and he'd always be here. 

No one missed him. No one cared. They only tolerated him, and it hurt more than the scars from his tears, the bleeding wounds on his fingertips and chest. More than anything. And he wanted to forget. He wanted to forget because at least it wouldn't hurt anymore.

Forget. He wanted to forget so badly, but the thought of forgetting hurt just as much too.

He was stuck.

That was his limbo. 

It wasn't the train station.

It was remembering.

He was curled up so tight he could feel his shattered ribs against his weak knees. Everything felt torturous, and he couldn't help but wonder when it would end. He couldn't be stuck like this forever. Eventually, the agony should turn into splinters… decaying and rotting and eventually becoming nothing just like his dearly departed desire to hold on to any semblance of hope. 

Maybe one day he'll become dust. Maybe, the last time someone says his name would be the last time he's forced to take a breath. 

He… cannot help but look forward to that day, if it ever would come. 

Unfortunately, that day never would come. What did arrive, however, was a train. Initially, it wasn't surprising. There had been many trains arriving and leaving just as quickly, never stopping and never slowing… windows dark and shadowed and wheels screeching against the tracks loud enough to make his ears burst. They're what brought him here, and they continue to pass by like a taunt. A pointed finger and a howling laugh at his misery and loneliness. 

But this train was different. 

The wheels didn't scream. That was what he noticed first. They hummed gently, like the train was well loved and well used. Nothing like those subway cars caked with rust and hopelessness. And when he looked up, shocked at the tenderness of the sound, he found himself staring dumbfounded at a train that wasn't a subway cart at all. 

It was a steam engine, billowing pure white clouds that smelled like fresh rain. He could feel his chest pounding as a whistle sounded, long and true, piercing his eardrums and forcing him to bring his blue stained sleeves to his ears. His eyes remained wide open, however, as the engine began to slow down… as if all of this wasn't baffling enough. He had no idea what to do or think as the train came to a complete stop, releasing a final fit of steam before going still. He could only sit there… and stare.

It was a lovely vehicle. Nothing like what Ghostbur had ever seen… especially trapped in here. Eventually, the pounding in his chest and ears calmed down, and when the train revealed itself to not be going anywhere… he worked up the courage to stand up.

He kept his eyes downcast from the screen above him, not wanting to think about them right now. He took curious steps towards the train, stopping close enough to make out  plated logos nailed into the metal surface. 

B.T.M.

G-TRAIN

He couldn't recall what that could stand for, and instead took a look further down the train where he could see wooden cart after wooden cart… some closed off and some open enough to reveal crates after more crates.

He could take the time to poke around those crates. Maybe he'd find some blue, or maybe some food, or maybe even a shovel… but something was calling for him at the engine. Something that felt safe. Safer than he had ever felt before. 

He arrived here in a train, it wasn't hard to assume that maybe he'd be able to leave on one too. 

It wasn't a difficult decision to climb aboard and make his way to the engine room. The second he sat down on a leather padded chair near the controls, the train came to life seemingly all on its own. The whistle sang and the floor jolted as the wheels began to move. He didn't look out the windows as the train moved forward, and he didn't allow himself to wonder what he truly was leaving.

He didn't know where he was going… but he had the feeling that anywhere he could go would be better than here. 

For the first time in many, many years… he felt alive. For the first time in sixteen years…

He laughed.

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He woke up on hardwood floors, stuffed between a cold wall and unmoving, heavy purple boxes. He had no idea when he had transitioned from laughing on the engine to waking up here, but at least he can rest assured that it wasn't a sick dream. 

If it was a sick dream, he'd be waking up leaning against that bench, feeling cold and impossibly dead. Not… not to the feeling of sunlight and textured wood and the smell of wild grass. 

He still hurt, however. In fact… the more he woke up, the more he felt the pain grow. 

He gasped, curling in on himself and squeezing his eyes shut… but it moved the gaping hole in his chest and he choked on a scream. He's been in pain for so long, but this felt more sharp than… than it ever had. And he knew, he knew he had other injuries other than that gaping wound, but they were too small for his brain to process. 

Tears leaked down his face. He could feel them sting. 

And he was so trapped in his sudden misery, wondering what he had done to deserve such torture after being granted fresh air and sunlight… that he didn't notice that someone else was in the cart with him. 

In fact, he didn't even realize someone was there until they were touching him. He shouted, weakly fighting the hold, but their grasp was persistent. 

"Oh shoot," a deep voice said, "you're hurt bad."

And Ghostbur wasn't an angry ghost. He'd hardly ever raised his voice unless he was scared. But the sheer audacity of that mysterious voice to tell him what he already knew made him want to scream every swear word he'd been taught right at their face. 

He knew lots of swear words. He was taught by none other than… than… what was… his name…?

"I don't have any health potions…" The voice said, sitting him against the wall of the cart. Ghostbur desperately tried to open his eyes and figure out who this person was, but it was like looking through a foggy sheet of ice. 

The sunlight brought more tears to his eyes, and all he could make out while gasping and sobbing against the wall of the cart was a tall figure leaning before him, their hands covered in blue. They wore a green vest… the bottom half of their face was obscured by something colored a deep navy… hair must be either a pure blonde or a white. 

One eye was dark. The other red.

"Snappers," the man whispered under his breath. "I- I'm gonna go see if the Boatem people have anything that can help."

And then the man was gone. 

Ghostbur forced himself to breathe, sucking in lungful after lungful of air and blinking tears from his eyes as the world came more and more into view. 

He had no idea where he was. Plains stretched far ahead of him, only interrupted by pathways and towering buildings in the distance. A couple houses… A factory… Something large and grey that suggested a mountain. 

He didn't have a chance to study anymore before blurry figures were running towards him from one of the buildings. 

One of them, he recognized the white hair of. But there were two others. One had a deep blue hoodie over long brown hair, and the other had a red jumper and shaggy, dirty blonde hair. 

The image of the second one struck some sort of familiarity within him, but he couldn't place it. 

"There really is someone?! You weren't lying?!" The smaller one shouted in surprise as they came up to Ghostbur. The exclamation went ignored as the white haired one and the hooded one came to a stop before him, already shoving a bottle filled with a bright magenta liquid.

"Why don't you drink this, hun," the hooded one said, her voice heavily accented and kind. "You'll be feelin' right better."

Ghostbur didn't have any reason to argue with her gentle instructions, especially as she promised that the pain would go away. With her hands cradling his own as he lifted the bottle to his lips, he heard the white haired one say her name. 

"You're a lifesaver, Pearl," he said, breathless. 

She chuckled. "I would hope so. I always have some of these stored away for when I need to rescue Mumbo for the thousandth time from a magma cube."

The liquid was cold and comforting, like fresh spring water flavored with hints of lime and strawberry. He was so enchanted with the taste, that he didn't realize how much better he was feeling until the bottle was gone. 

He looked down at his chest, shocked to find that while his yellow sweater was still stained blue with his blood… the pale skin underneath was sealed… leaving nothing but a pink, jagged scar. He looked down at his fingertips, no longer cut at the tips, and brought them to his cheeks where the scars still stung… but they weren't freshly wounded anymore. 

"Where did he come from?" Pearl asked.

"What is he?" The third, red-jumpered one chimed in. "He doesn't look… completely human…"

Ghostbur lowered his hands from his face and studied his rescuers with better detail, noting features he hadn't been able to see before through his teary eyes. 

The one who found him first did, in fact, have white hair; it was pulled up by a headband of some sort. His lower face was covered by a mask, and he wore a uniform that looked like it was made for stealth, along with a comfy looking pair of sandals. His eyes looked kind, if not a little permanently tired.

The one who handed him the potion, Pearl, who looked every bit as kind and nurturing as her voice suggested. There's an impish way to how she smiled at him, however, like she had a mischievous side she couldn't always resist and often embraced. 

And the last one, the one Ghostbur hadn't yet really had any direct contact with. For a minute, Ghostbur thought he was looking in the mirror. They had much the same hair, eyes, sweater… with only some color mismatching here and there. He wondered if that was where that flash of familiarity came from earlier… oh why was he so forgetful?

"What's your name?" Pearl asked. She pointed to herself, then to the white haired man, then to Ghostbur's look-alike. "I'm Pearl, this is Etho, and behind us is Grian."

Ghostbur swallowed, suddenly nervous. "I'm…" his voice scratched. He cleared it, and they waited patiently. "I'm, uh, Ghostbur! Where am I?"

"Ghostbur?" Grian questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

Ghostbur nodded, beginning to really enjoy these kind faces and no longer feeling like he was in agonizing pain. "Yes! It's like Wilbur, but I'm a ghost! Ghostbur! But don't call me Wilbur, I don't like that name very much, thank you. I like the color blue, and sheep, and bells, and-"

Pearl laughed, making Ghostbur realize he'd begun to ramble. 

"Um. Sorry, I'm a little airheaded sometimes. Can you tell me where I am? I can't seem to remember much."

"You're in Boatem," Grian answered, still standing back and looking at Ghostbur with a calculative look on his face. "On my G-Train. Where did you come from?"

Ghostbur hummed. "Uh. I'm not sure, I'm afraid. Last I remember I was… I was somewhere dark I think? And then there was a train. I got on it and woke up here! Boatem sounds like a nice place, and it seems I've already made some new friends. Thank you for helping the pain go away! I like blue, but not when it's coming from my own body."

Ghostbur laughed after his last sentence, but the others didn't share his laughter. Pearl looked suddenly concerned while Etho and Grian shared looks. Ghostbur swallowed nervously and made to stand up. That regained all of their attention.

"Thank you for helping me, again. You are all so nice, and I'm lucky to have met you. I should be on my way then, I'm sorry for bothering you all like this."

"Woah, woah, woah," Pearl said, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. 

She tugged it away like she touched fire when Ghostbur couldn't contain his flinch… his heart spiking. 

"I'm sorry," he said, as if on instinct. 

She shook her head, keeping a comfortable distance. "You don't need to apologize. We're happy to help, and we want to make sure you're okay. You shouldn't be going off on your own… especially if you don't know where you are."

"Oh, I won't be alone," Ghostbur replied, smiling. "I'll have Friend with me. He's a blue sheep, and he always respawns. We always find each other. I just gotta look for him."

"You'll need a place to stay while looking for him," Grian said, not sounding convinced at all. "Besides, it's almost night, and it's getting more and more... weird at night lately. You can stay at my starter base… and you'll probably have to meet X before you can go off on your own."

So many people to meet! That alone is what made Ghostbur slowly nod his head in agreement, making them promise that he'd still be able to look for Friend while waiting to meet this X person. 

While Pearl held out her hand again in an offer to take his own, he noticed Etho beginning to hang back, looking all mopey and silent. Pearl led him off the train cart onto the station's platform, and he turned to his first new friend here. "Will you be coming too?"

Etho blinked, then sheepishly stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Ah, no. I gotta head back to my place. It was nice meeting you, but, uh, I uh, better head back before Iskall starts worrying 'bout me."

Iskall. Another new name. Perhaps another new friend. 

"Thanks for finding us, Etho," Grian says, jumping off the train cart and turning to wave at the man. It was then Ghostbur noticed the wings on his back. He'd only ever seen one other person with wings before, though he cannot recall the name or face. He had thought winged people were rare, but here one was, with wings shaped like a bat's, large and leathery and shimmering like a twilight sky. Colorful scales that almost looked like parrot feathers rested near his shoulder blades. They're the most beautiful things Ghostbur's seen so far in this new place.  "And thank you for your business at the G-Train!"

Etho waved them goodbye, his mismatched eyes lingering on Ghostbur for a second longer than the others. Then, before Ghostbur knew it, he was being led hand-in-hand with Pearl towards a cute house with gray stone walls and a dark tiled roof. Lush, green grass and moss lined the lawn. It looked cozy and warm… until they opened the front doors to reveal it baren and open. Green glass separated some strange looking contraptions to the right, and to the left was a green glass floor that roofed a large room that he couldn't see into from this angle yet. 

"It's not much," Grian said, walking ahead of them towards a closet under a flight of stairs and dragging out a small bed. "But it'll give you some privacy. I don't live here anymore."

"It's… not very complete in here is it?"

Grian laughed. "Like I said, it's not much."

"If you want, you can come with me to my place," Pearl offered, but Ghostbur shook his head. 

He felt like he's had a strange day, so far. His brain was still muddled thanks to his own forgetfulness and calming down from waking up confused and in pain. He really wasn't sure what he could be doing right now besides staying here and trying to remember anything useful. He had to have come from somewhere… somewhere with other friends who probably miss him. Somewhere with a nice home out in the snowy forests, far far away from anything that wanted to hurt him with his- his someones. Someones who were special to him. Somehow. He knew it. 

He just needed to remember. 

He bid Grian and Pearl goodnight, promising not to leave the house during the night. They left with a strange warning to not be too panicked if he looked out of the window and the moon was big, and to not go outside because apparently there was a hole that went down to the void under the world that he could accidentally fall into… and to not panic if the ground shook "it was probably okay maybe". 

These people were all weird, and it left a smile on his face as he dragged the old bed Grian got out of the closet back towards the east window, looking back at the G-Train and the large, green mountains behind it. 

He sat on the bed, watching the huge moon rise. Moons weren't usually that big, he was pretty sure of that. It looked almost as if it was going to fall right towards them.

But Grian and Pearl didn't seem panicked when they told him about it. He got the feeling that they're used to strange. 

He laid down on the bed, his eyes feeling heavy and tired, which felt like a new thing to him. His past was a fog to him, but he was still sure that feeling tired was new for him. Along with feeling pain like he had earlier. Along with the beating in his chest as he pressed his hand over his heart. 

Weird things around here, huh?

Ghostbur realized he might just be the newest weird thing for these people. 

He laughed to himself, his eyes slipping shut and drowsiness settling in his bones. 

Tomorrow would certainly be a weird day. He was counting on it.

[theresa-nam-nam-me]

| hybrid seokjin | true love

Masterlist

Requested?: yes

Sugar glider Hybrid jin x reader

Summary → owners and their hybrids, a magical story of the two falling in love at first sight but jin knew better then anyone that this wasn't the case. Meeting you though, was nothing but a pure miracle.

Warnings: none

"Y/n!" Your friend shouted for you "yes misa?" You said trying to swallow your salad "I and jisoo are going to Italy next week" she said excitedly showing you her plane tickets. "That's great!" You smiled "and i, kind of need a favor" she dragged her words "i was wondering if you could look after jin for a few days, while I'm in Italy." You had forgotten she had that sugar glider hybrid she hadn't talk about him much "you aren't bringing him along with you?" You asked confused "uh, no i don't want him to ruin the mood, so will you please!" She begged clasping her hands together. You knew he was a hybrid but he was also a grown man, couldn't he take care of himself? "Fine" you sighed

The week passed too quickly and now you were standing outside misas door with a small suitcase in hand. "Y/n! Come in" she gestured you inside. "Good evening misa" you greeted, looking forward was rather a tall hybrid with small ears, a long tail that match the soft brown of his hair, and plump red lips. "Good evening jin" you smiled taking off your coat "good evening Miss. L/n," he said "oh please call me y/n" he smiled and nodded "ill show you to your room," misa said dragging you alongside her. "Here you go" she opened the door. The room was just a plane guest room with a bed, small tv, and a few plants.

"Well ill see you in a few days, take care!" Misa waved to you before sprinting out the door. After unpacking your things you left your room and a great creamy smell hit you. You followed it into the kitchen seeing jin make an alfredo sauce. "What is that?" You asked "oh, it's nokey" (Italian dish) "it smells amazing" you complemented making him smile "thank you, would you like some?" He asked, you nodded your head happily. Seokjin placed the bowls on the table and pulled out a seat for you. "Thank you jin" you said before sitting down.

Jin picked up his fork blowing away the steam making his cheeks puff up. "Do you like it?" He asked, tail slightly swinging behind him "yes, it's delicious" you said stuffing your face with more "I thought I'd be making dinner for you though" you commented. He could clearly cook very well without issue so you didn't see why he needed to be babysat. After dinner you decided to take a shower before bed. getting out you wrapped a towel around you, when you opened the door you were met with jins now flustered face “oj jin, can i help you?” you questioned, he shook his head “i was wondering if you would like to watch a movie” he asked “sorry jin maybe tomorrow, i'm really tired right now”

you felt bad seeing jins smile drop and silently moving out of the way “goodnight jin” you smiled making his small ears perk up again “goodnight y/n'' it took you a few minutes to adjust but you slowly started to drift off with heavy eyelids and the sounds of rain hitting the roof. you were barely coneses when you felt the other side of the bed dip. “hello” you grumbled out looking through halfly opened lids. “sorry i just don't like storms...may i stay here” you nodded not thinking much of it until you felt him cuddle into you. his head hid in your neck, you let out a soft sigh before combing your hands through his hair.

The sun shines through the window and you hid under the cover but the sudden smell of pancakes slowly pulled you out of bed leading you to the kitchen “Jin?” You called seeing him flip pancakes over the stove “good morning y/n” he greeted you “please take a seat in almost done with breakfast” you nodded seating yourself at the table watching him flip a few more pancakes before placing them on a plate and setting it in front of you. “ thank you seokjin” he smiled before digging into his plate. You whipped you mouth with a cloth before picking up your plate and washing it “would you like to watch a movie today before I go?”

“Yes, do you like Avengers?” he asked. You nodded after seokjin finished his plate he quickly washed up before sitting on the soft Couch turning on the tv. “Sit with me” he pulled you next to him as you held a bowl of popcorn. You had seen the movie plenty of times before so it was no surprise when you started drifting off to a soft nap and slowly leaning against seokjins shoulder. “Im back!” a loud voice interrupted your peaceful slumber making you flinch away from jin as if being caught doing something wrong. You quickly regained yourself standing up straight “misa! How was your trip?” you asked moving into a hug “amazing, you should have seen it, such a beautiful country!” she smiled greatly. “How was jin?” she asked looking over at him, her voice toning down from her energetic energy. “Oh, he's fine, he is a grown man after all” she only mumbled an “i guess” to your comment before changing the subject.

After a few more minutes of catching up, you packed your stuff and headed to the door “y/n” jins voice called behind you, when you turned your head jin held out his hands holding out a small box, you gentle took it from his hold “what is it?” you asked “some homemade chocolates...a thank you for visiting” he smiled “thank you jin” he nodded opening the door for you. “Goodbye jin” you waved goodbye to each other.

His smile feel as he closed behind you, he felt his heart suddenly ache as he walked deeper into the house. “Can y/n come for dinner?” Jin asked sering misa started to unpack, she just shot him a glare to leave her alone. That evening when dinner rolled around he sat in silence as misa stared at her phone paying no mind to him,you seemed to have plagued jins mind, he missed your conpany at the table and recalled the conversation you had together. He began to realize how lonely he truly was and how you weren't just in his head but filled his heart with a warm sensation.

That night he felt himself twisting and turning in bed, he was unable to sleep. The previous night cuddled up to you felt like such bliss that tonight couldn't satisfy him. He reluctantly threw his covers off and touched his feet to cold hardwood floors. He tiptoed into the living room seeing misa to occupied with what was on tv to notice him slipping by. He made his way to the door, slowly turning the nob before slipping out. He followed the smell of rosemary and soon ended up in front of a small apartment door. He honestly hadn't thought what hed do when he got to this stage but he knew it was to late to turn back now.

He slowly rose his hand knocking it against the door. “Hello” you peaked your head out from behind the door in your PJs and messy hair. “Hi y/n” jin greeted “oh seokjin, it's late is misa here?” you asked confusion. “No it's just me, I just wanted to see you and maybe stay a while,” he said awkwardly, not wanting to jump on you with the idea of mates just yet. “Uh sure,” you opened up the door making way for him. “What brings you here?” you asked closing the door “i thought we could hang out” you raised a brow looking up at the clock, “at 1 am?” he nodded his head. “We could finish our movie” he smiled hoping to lighten the mood. You nodded your head before making your way to the couch together.

-time skip (the next morning)-

The sun shined in between the curtains, you pushed your blanket of touching your feet to the cold hardwood before making your way into the kitchen. You could see jins sleeping figure on the couch, he stayed the night after falling asleep during the movie. You turned around to make breakfast. “Y/n?” seokjins mumbly voiced called out. “Good morning jin, I'm making breakfast if you'd like to take a seat” jin stood from the couch making his way to the dining room padding down his messy hair. You set his plate down in front of him and began to eat. “You never told me why you came over last night” jin nearly choked at your comment. “Oh well, you see there's this thing called a mate and-” the doorbell rang cutting off jins sentence.

You opened the door to see misa with a very unpleasant look on her face “misa you must be looking for jin-” you were loudly cut of by her yelling “so he is here!” she pushed past you “who gave you permission to leave last night?!” she screamed at him “it's really no big deal misa” you tried to rationalize. “I wanted to see y/n but you wouldn't listen!” jin yelled back slamming his hand on the table. “And this is the type of stunt you pull! You can't listen to you lucky if you ever see her again!” misa spat balling her first “You can't! Y/ns my mate!” he screamed out. There was a moment of f silence before misa gave a huff and snatched jin by the collar of his shirt in an attempt to drag him out the house. jin harshly pulled back riping his shirt. “Im staying with y/n!”he screamed pulling you in front of him.

“Please y/n will you keep me?” his eyes turned puppy looking at you. “But mias your owner not me” he sighed “but your my mate, like a soulmate!” he begged “i-i don't know jin misa can provide better-” “i don't care I want you y/n!” he said nudgeing his head into your shoulder. You looked back at misa who gave you a nasty glare but then back at jin who could break into tears at any moment “ill keep him” you said. Misas eyes widened before returning to a glare “fine!! but don't even think of coming back to get your stuff!” she yelled walking out slamming the door behind her.

Your mind was blank at what had just happened but you were brought back to reality by jin snuggling his face into your neck. “Thank you y/n this is all I've ever wanted” a sense of relief washed over you as you wrapped your arms around him, you didn't know what could become of this but you are willing to accept whatever it may be.

[aangelinakii]

Ahh! I didnt get to ask for another request since it took me a little while to log back in again— since I notice you’re struggling on deciding what to write for dbh, I want to request something if you’d like to do it! :>

I’ve been really starved for some Simon/reader content so here’s a little idea that I’ve thought about lately. How about something domestic with Him and the reader? Maybe they’re human so they get sick easily and Simon’s always there to assist and help the reader out. It doesn’t have to be specifically that but anything fluffy would be really great honestly! Hope you have a wonderful day~ ♡ ♡ ♡

LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN

in which you keep getting sick and simon is always there to nurse you back to health <333

character : simon pl600

song : leave the door open , bruno mars & anderson .paak & silk sonic

date : 24th october 2021

au : no android revolution or whatever, just domestic and cuteness <3

note : omg i swear i never see simon content ,,, but honestly a character i loved sm <3 idk if it was an option but i really wanted to see markus x simon happen ? i loved their dynamic a lot more than i loved north x markus :/

pulling your warm duvet tighter around you, trying to cling on to the warmth it gave you, you watched as simon entered your room again, but this time with a steaming bowl and thermometer in his hands. a small smile tugged on your lips.

you tried to sit up, only to be gently lowered back onto your back by simon. "lay down, sweetheart," he spoke softly as he placed the bowl of soup down on the bedside table. "the soup's still hot so give it a moment to cool down."

simon sat down on the bed beside you, taking careful hold of your chin and placing the thermometer under your tongue. you stared up at him, into his beautifully striking blue eyes, your eyes flickering down to his lips. technically, since he was an android and couldn't get sick, if you kissed him right now, it wasn't like you'd be passing anything on.

after a moment, simon pulled the thermometer from your mouth and examined the number that had been reached. when he exhaled a sigh, it was like he deflated, his whole manner and body moving with him. "thirty-nine point five," he recited sullenly, carefully placing the thermometer on a napkin on the beside table — easy access so he could grab it with ease later on. "you're going to be in bed for a few more days, i imagine, unless you miraculously sweat it all out overnight."

you giggled, scrunching your nose up. "ew. imagine me waking up tomorrow morning and the duvet feels like i was sleeping in the rain."

simon laughed, too, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair, narrowly avoiding your clammy forehead. "yeah," he replied, his tone filled with humour, "i might sleep on the couch until you get better. just in case."

another laugh brushed past your lips, beginning to grow hoarse from speaking too much in one go. you looked around the room; at the windows, which had been covered by the curtains, but you could hear the heavy rain hammering against it, and then to the tv mounted on the wall opposite you, almost waiting to be turned on. you looked back up simon. "can i have the tv on?"

when he looked down at you sternly, you were unsure whether or not he would say yes. due to your fever and throbbing head, simon was trying to restrict any loud noises or bright lights and, unfortunately, the tv was both, unless you simply didn't turn it on. but, just as you were about to tell him not to bother, simon's expression brightened, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile. "i know i ought to say no, but if we have the volume down, and i can watch it with you, then i might make an acception."

your own smile widened, and you wriggled around in your blanket burrito. "of course! how can i resist watching tv and have you watching it with me?"

the grin on his face widening, simon walked around to the other side of the bed, and kicked off his shoes before slotting himself beside you. the television flicked on, and simon was quick to lower the volume. "what were you thinking?"

various movies and tv shows played on screen as simon flicked through the channels. "are there any throwbacks? maybe 80s or 90s?"

simon scanned the tv guide for any "throwback films". "we have a winner," he announced, landing on back to the future a few minutes in. "you okay with marty mcfly?"

you glanced over at him excitedly. "am i? of course i am! i haven't seen this film in ages, but, god, i love it so bad."

as the movie played on, simon made himself comfortable, slinging an arm around your shoulders and the other around your torso. god... you loved being sick.

[anntidote]

:club room keys - sawamura daichi

back to: series index || ann’s playground

pairing: sawamura daichi x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: timestop!au, TW!!dubcon, smut, angst, pwp, blowjob, deep throating, penetration, i still don’t know if this counts as somnophilia (?), mentions of kageyama, michimiya, and oikawa

summary: rain comes down heavy after student council duties, but you still have to drop off a set of keys. luckily, daichi helps you out- and there’s only so many ways that you can repay him.

a/n: dedicated to @ceo-of-daichi simply because lydz deserves a different daichi D word than drought. so here’s some dick LOL. 

the ring of the intercom and the bustling life of students. the clatter of shoes against the blue tile and chatter of passing conversation, definitely fell on deaf ears. your form slumping against the desk, and the weight of your face leaning into your palm. 

it'd been a couple days since your last run in with tobio, and the whole ordeal of the bathroom incident. the thoughts of him still living rent free in your mind-- at how his eyebrows scrunched up. pursed lips and the weeping tip of his cock, almost blushing the same shade of rose that graced his cheeks. 

wait. you shook your head. no. you told yourself you wouldn't think of him like that anymore. 

 tobio doesn't deserve to be a rebound. he deserves to be treasured, and loved correctly. your job was to keep that awkward, wobbly smile on his face when sipping on his milk straw. you were to worry about his studies, and whether he goes straight home after practice.

the last thing that should be bothering you is the voice at the back of your head. tethering your mindset elsewhere, and questioning why he was jacking off in the school bathroom in the first place. 

what made him so frustrated that he went during class?

did he like someone that much? was it someone you knew?

was that someone perhaps you?

"so will you do it?" hands slamming down on your desk, you bolt upright in shock. snapped out of a day dream, you're met with the sight of michimiya, captain of the girls' volleyball team. a crumb or two still on her face, her lopsided grin holds hope when she stares down at you. 

"h-huh?" you barely register her words to respond, still alarmed. "i asked if you were willing to drop off our gym's keys after practice. i need to hurry home to do something-- but…" she retracts her hands and props them on her hips. "... are you doing alright? you've seem out of it these couple days. it's not like you." 

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would."

your nose scrunches up a bit at the impromptu flashback. "just peachy." 

"oh really?" a tinge of sarcasm sprinkled into her reply, you luckily miss the flash of pity in her eyes when you finally look up at her.

 almost as if she knew.

 "well, i hope things get better for you."

"yeah, yeah." you wave off the topic. "but you said you needed me to drop off keys or something?" 

"ah, right!" her usual go-lucky smile making an appearance. "sawamura asked if he could borrow our gym after practice for the last couple days, but i have to promised to run some errands back at home. i was hoping you could swing by the club room after student council, and drop off the keys for me?" 

you bit back a laugh, trying to keep the best poker face you could- as the pleading expression on her face looked like something out of a cartoon. "i don't know…"

"oh my goodness, please! i already promised sawamura, and it's already hard enough, trying to get all the members to get to practice and-" 

you grab her shoulders, halting the blubbering, and frantic look in her eyes. "calm down, yui! i was only joking- of course i will."

…

rain was something tooru despised. 

his complaints were one of a child, as it ruined his hair. it made everything sticky, and smell like wet dog. being out too long would make him sick, and if there was too much of it- it would turn into a storm. it could turn into a hurricane. or even a typhoon. 

and it's honestly ironic, even as you hold your bag over your head. your rubber sneakers hitting the mud and pavement, rushing to get under the roof of the club building. much to your luck, the reminiscent squeak of rubber isn't heard, as the gym doors were shut. letting out a huff, the sheer amount of relief that pours over you when the familiar screech of the metal door opens is a blessing. 

"hey! you made it-- oh my gosh, get inside!" he cuts off his warm greeting, as he grabs your wrist, pulling you into the room before the door slams behind you. "holy crap, you're drenched."

"thanks for stating the obvious, daichi." you snarkily remark, but still giving him a small smile. 

you knew daichi for a lot of reasons. being the karasuno boys' volleyball captain, he's been noted as one of dependability. a solid rock in a foundation, and everything the student body says about him is relatively positive. 

but even as a third year, you can still remember his shenanigans like it was yesterday. how he dashed past you whilst racing the basketball team's captain, and accidentally hitting the fire alarm. you couldn't even count how many times he'd had a run in with the principal's toupee. 

but even now, in his plain tee and black shorts-- there's this responsible look in his eyes. a quality only built up by experience, and you mentally applaud him. especially when you learn the sheer amount of siblings he had. 

"here's the keys for the other gym." you drop the keys into his open palm.

"ah, thanks." a hand moves to the back of his neck, a tell tale sign of his nervousness. "but i thought michimiya was dropping these off."

"yui had something to do today, so she asked me to. hope you don't mind it being me instead of your girlfriend." 

his eyes widen, beginning to frantically shake his hands in front of him. "n-no! that's not what i meant at all! she's not even my girlfriend, i-" he cuts himself off at the sound of your laugh, as you clutch a palm on your mouth. a grin peaks through his annoyance. "hey! why're you laughing so bad?"

"i'm sorry but what the heck is this?" you push past him to point at the poster at the far right corner of the room.

"bikini girls? really?"

the blush that comes over his face is absolutely hilarious. "t-that was-!"

"man, who knew sawamura daichi, captain of the volleyball club was a boob man! wait until yui hears about this!" you almost double over in laughter, watching steam puff out of daichi's ears in utter embarrassment. 

"don't you have somewhere to be?" he tries to divert the subject, only to hear a crack of thunder beat you to a response. the onslaught of rain beginning to hit the window panes at full force, and the lights flickering. "... nevermind." 

"i meant to ask, is it okay if i'm in here?" looking down, you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. "this is the boys' club room after all." 

unfortunately for daichi, the implication doesn't go over his head. and the fact that you're confused about why his face seems to flush a further shade of red seems to seal the deal.

that man, does daichi hates being a guy right now. 

his initial intent was to simply shield you from the rain. the simple connection that he didn't want you to get further drenched, and fall sick because of the favor he asked for. but now?

he feels guilty when his eyes draw lower, the tune of your laughter and friendly banter playing like background music. he swallows at the translucency of your uniforms while dress shirt. how the faint blue shape of your bra cups your chest, and how the damp fabric seems to cling to your skin. the jealousy of the water droplets that run down your neck and into the divet of your collarbones. 

you're in the boys' volleyball club room right now. clothes and gym bags strewn about, the smell of teenage cologne, and all alone. 

"t-the rest of the club is in the gym with the coaches." daichi stutters, before coughing to clear his throat. "we can just wait until it lightens up and make a dash for it." 

"sounds like a plan! how's tobio doing with sho-- achoo!" you start, only to sneeze mid way. 

"crap, your clothes are soaked from the rain." you hurry to wipe your nose, as daichi hands a set of spare clothes toward you. "here."

you raise an eyebrow. "why do you have another set of gym clothes?"

"after hinata puked at our seijoh game, i'm not taking any more chances-- oh shit, wait!" he explains, before his eyes widen at your fingers undoing your blouse buttons, and hurriedly turning the other direction. 

you giggle at his panic stricken face, before proceeding to peel the dampened cloth off your body, and your mind still processing the fact he had to have mentioned seijoh. but then a voice chimes in from the back of your head, crying out desperately. 

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would." 

it's truly unfortunate. and you genuinely sorry for daichi, as you dig into the pocket of your soaked blazer, and pressing the lone button on the stop watch. the pattering of the droplets against the window, halting in its path. the swirl of winds silencing, and the thunder strike through the air, simply pausing at your fingertips. 

you're not stupid. you knew where daichi's eyes trailed, especially as you drop your underwear and skirt to the floor, altogether. stepping out of the clothes and bounding toward the captain, sinking to your knees, and staring up at the frozen crimson tint of his face. 

you knew the moment you were pulled into this room, that this was a bad idea. and right then and there, your entire consciousness told you that this was your chance to be a good person. 

… but was tooru ever a good person? 

you let out a small gasp as you grab at his clothed bulge, already half hard through the cloth of his shorts. feeling yourself salivate, you begin to slowly pump. pawing at his size, coaxing him into a full erection. 

and honestly, you wonder what would go through daichi's head right now. what would this man think as you pulled down his athletic wear, and how you stared at him in pure wonder. what would he do when his cock lewdly slaps against his abdomen, and falls shy of your lips? what would he do when you swirl your tongue over hips tip, lapping up the weeping cry of arousal, and savoring his taste? taking him deeper, peering back up through fogging vision, as your struggle, and choke around him. coating him in spit, saliva dripping down your chin, and making an utter mess. 

you coo at how responsive he is, even when unconscious. the frozen look of his face is one of guilt, but the tips of his ears are the same shade of his cock. you wish to tell him that it's alright, as you were definitely more of a sinner than him. popping off of his length and heaving a full breath, you stand. cupping his face by the cheek, and gently nudging his face to meet yours. 

"sorry." your whisper fans hotly against his face, as you continue. moving his limbs almost like a doll, laying him against the floor, and having your legs on either side of his hips. 

but if you were going to have fun, it's only fair you'd share it. 

the thunder strikes far from where you are, and the heavy breeze makes the windows wobble. but daichi doesn't seem to care- as everything hits him like a truck. 

the slick of your mouth, and the choke of your throat. the pumps of your soft hand against his shaft- and how you brutally sink your weeping cunt onto him. the ungiving clench and sheer heat of your pussy had his hands flying to your hips. his eyes widening at the sight of your hands against his chest. fucking yourself onto his cock, moaning his name like a mantra, and lust blown gaze staring right back at him- his eyes roll back as everything becomes too much. 

he cums. rope upon rope of milky essence spills from him, legs shaking and earth shattering. daichi almost screams, as the pleasure is borderline painful. the sight of you was too much to handle, and undoubtedly made him double over. "ah shit-!"

daichi doesn't know how you paused time once again, just to make sure he doesn't cum inside you. he doesn't know how quickly you dropped to your knees, mouth wide open, and how he releases down your throat. how you milk every single drop out of him before freezing the world at will. 

all daichi knows is confusion and the fuzziness his head pounds with. when suddenly, you're not on top of him anymore. his form is turned, facing the wall again. shaky legs, and not laid against the floor. 

"daichi? are you okay?" you call out. 

he coughs, turning toward you. "y-yeah…" his confusion etching even more as you're wearing his spare shirt, still in your skirt, and a tilted head facing him. "... i think."

you laugh, hitting his shoulder playfully. "goodness, does the lightning scare you so bad? you look like someone just sucked the soul outta ya!" 

he thinks you don't know a thing. the sight of your walls sucking him in fresh in his mind makes heat, and guilt simultaneously pool at his gut. he thinks you're the most innocent soul on earth when you lean in toward him, pressing your palm on his forehead, and giving him an eyeful that makes his breath hitch, before taking a step back. 

"don't get sick on me now, captain. you take care of everyone else, so who's going to take care of you?" you tell him off with a wink, only for him to hum an incoherent response, and his mind still buzzing. 

was that all his imagination? 

"oh look! it's lightening up!" you snap him out of his train of thought when you smile, grabbing his hand, pulling him forward. "let's make a run for it!" 

"w-wait!" he stops your other hand from turning the door knob. 

you turn toward him, eyebrows raised. "huh?"

it definitely catches you off guard as daichi leans in to look into your eyes. you feel your heart pound in your ears when you stare back. the caramel shade of his skin and the dark pupils trying to analyze you- trying to figure you out. "d-daichi?" you stutter out. 

"a-ah… sorry." he pulls back before muttering something under his breath. something about it feeling real. 

and it almost hurts as you facade innocence, letting go of his hand and racing toward karasuno's second gym. bags over your heads as you pound against the door, and laugh heartily as kageyama messes up a serve in your presence. it almost hurts as your cunt weeps arousal, and ruins your new, navy blue set of panties. 

because it's ironic at how much you told tooru how much you loved the rain. how fun it was as a child to jump into puddles, and dance. how the pattering felt like the knock on a door and a call out to play. how easily rain covered for all the moans that daichi never got to hear when you came around him, walls creaming him in your slick. how the wind howls loudly so that no one could hear you babble your gratitude, and at how thankful you were. and how rain was the best excuse for your tears. the most viable excuse of why your face was an utter mess the other day. 

and how it seemed to rain the same day tooru broke your heart in two. 

[merci-bitch]

My Sweet Little One part II

Rose The Hat x fem!reader

Warning(s): swearing, slight abuse, PDA? 

Words: 2,5k

A/N: It has been quite a while. Hasn’t it? Haha. Well there might be a part 3 to this. It’s not as long as the first part which is 8k, and I have no idea how to make links so sadly I can’t link it here. ;/ . Hopefully there will more stories coming soon!

I made Y/N mine, alright. And everyone knew it, for sure. The next night she laid in my bed, I made her scream my name until her vocal chords were raw and made sweat crack across her place physiognomy.

No one could have her body the way I do, specially that loathsome rube. But he doesn't matter now.' I told myself. Though I wanted to make him pay. Rip his heart out and eat it on a silver platter after making him after making him suffer. Who the hell does he think he is? Laying his hands on my Y/n. They might both be steamy but he should see me. Oh yes, I am a cathedral compared to his small amount of steam.

"Rosie?" Y/n's voice pulled me out of my self induced trance. "Yes love?" I hummed. "You were zoning off again. Is something the matter?" I loved hearing the sweetness in her voice. It was like music to my ears.

"No darling, I'm quite alright." I smiled and placed my lips against hers and gave her a soft kiss. 'If only she knew though.' I thought to myself but shoved that aside for the moment. I could feel her soft hands gently caressing my bare skin and moved closer to her. Normally I preferred being the big spoon but on this moment, I didn't quite mind. She was home now and has been for quite a few weeks but still, I missed her.

"You're sure?" I nodded and ran my hands through Y/n's hair. "You're so pretty. You know that right?" She nodded and I smirked. "There is no one quite like you." Y/n's cheeks flushed cherry red and I chuckled. "No shame, darling. I only speak the truth."

"I know." She gave me a small smile that made me swell up inside. "Have you thought about my offer?" Y/n let out a sigh and I sat up. "I have but-"

"But what?" I tried my hardest not to sound angry. "When you stabbed me before, you told me it was for steam?" I nodded cordially. "Is that...what you guys eat?"

"Does it matter?" I expected to have her argue with me a little bit but surprisingly she didn't. Which I was thankful for. I took Y/n's hands gently in my own and kissed them. "Look, I know it's hard for you to wrap your head around but their pain is our gain. Don't you want to have a life with me? Unconditional bliss?"

She looked down as she slowly sat up and started fumbling with her hands. I wanted to say things, but I didn't want her to run away again. I didn't want to lose her again. She was mine, and only mine.

—— You don't know what it's like, not knowing who you are. To have lived in the shadows and to have travelled this far. Now I've seen a flashes of fire and echos of screams. But I still have faith, faith that someday my memories will come back.

In my dreams, it's all real. And my heart has so much to reveal. And my dreams seems to say, 'don't be afraid to go on, don't give up hope, come what may.' I know it will all come back! One day!

In my dreams shadows call. There's a light at the end a hall. Then my dreams fade away, but I know it will all come back one day. I just remember, rain against the windows. Sheets upon a bed. Terrifying nurses whispering overhead.

It was all strange. Rose, everyone. They say I was found on the side of the road. It had recently rained. In the darkness and cold with the wind in the trees. A girl with no name, and no memories but these above. I don't know a thing before that. Traveling the back roads, sleeping in the wood. I was always taking what I needed, working when I could. Keeping up my courage, foolish as it seems.

In my dreams I've always dreamed of a city. I dream of a city beyond all compare. Is it Paris? Paris... A beautiful river, a bridge by a scare and I hear a simple voice whisper, 'I'll meet you right there in Paris.' Paris.

Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember, and a song someone sings. It's almost December. Once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully and across my memory.

Far away, long ago. Glowing dim as an ember and things my heart used to know and things it yearns to remember. And a song someone used to sing.

Heart don't fail me now and courage don't desert me. Don't turn back now that we're here. People have always said, life is full of choices and they aren't wrong but they never mentioned fear. Or how the world can seem so vast. On a simple journey to the past.

Somewhere down this road. I know someone true is waiting. Years of dreams just can't be wrong! Someone's arms will open wide and I'll be safe and wanted. Finally a place where I belong. Well, starting now I'm learning fast! On my journey to my past.

Home, love and family. There has to be a time where I had them too. I wouldn't be complete until I find you. But always one step at a time. One hope, then another. Who knows where this road may go? I wanna go back to who I was. On to find my future. There are things my heart still needs to know. Yes! Let this be some kind of sign and let this road be mine. Let it lead me to my past, and bring me home. At last!

—

"So, when the fuck was you gonna tell me."

"Hm? Tell you what my dear."

"Cut the sweet act Rose."

"What's wrong with you? Did they tease you again? You want tea?"

"Oh fuck you."

"Watch it."

"Watch it?! You have some fucking nerve Rose."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. The fuck did you think was gonna happen?"

"Seriously, what do you mean Y/N."

"Did you think I was gonna forget your words? Think I was gonna forget how useless and worthless you called me?"

"Y/N, I-"

"Shut it. I know exactly what you said, I'm not stupid or will I ever fall for some cover up you're calling this. I was happy without you!"

"You would never survive without me!"

"I did perfectly well for 10 fucking years Rose!"

"You call that happy?! With that Danny? You call that happy Y/N?"

"He loved me! He took care of me! More then you'd ever done, he took me for what I was. He picked up the pieces you broke."

"You better watch it. I don't mind killing you myself."

"See, this is exactly where you and I are different. I spend years not fitting in but thinking it was fine. Cause you were 'there' and cuddled me. Did you ever really love me? Cause you're blaming me for everything here, when it actually was you who fucked it up."

"I fucked it up?! You were the one who was so fucking ungrateful!"

"Ungrateful?! I have a fucking soul!"

"No, you don't! Cause you fucking sold it to the devil. You're not human. We turned you Y/N!"

"Excuse me what?"

"What?"

"No, don't change subject. What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"Did you fucking turn me without me saying you could?! Rose what the fuck!"

"What, you're mine. Just had to claim you. You'll be fine."

"Fine?! I don't wanna feed of dead kids Rosie!"

"They're actually quite delicious."

"You're fucking sick."

"Didn't stop you from fucking me."

"I didn't really have a choice."

"I didn't fucking rape you."

"Nah, it felt like it."

"You screamed my name out of pleasure."

"How come you were so sure of that?"

"I saw it, I saw your mind."

"What if that was just for play?"

"Oh, fuck you."

"I'd kill you if you tried."

"Oh, sweetheart. I'd like to see you try."

"Come at me."

"You can't be serious."

"Come kill me Rose."

"No."

"Coward."

"You're a bitch. A fucking bitch."

"Yet you put up with me for years. Took me back in when I was vulnerable. Loved me, well. Kind of. You held me close to you. Favorited me. So technically, I was your bitch."

"Exactly. You're my bitch."

"I was, not anymore."

"You'll always be my bitch. You're so weak for me, nothing will change that."

"Rose-"

"Begging already? Hm. Get on your knees."

"What?"

"Now!"

"Never."

"Get on your fucking knees before I make you."

"Make me then."

"You're playing with fire Y/N. I fucking hate you."

"Yeah, yeah. We've all heard that. How about something new?"

Before I knew it, her hand was wrapped around my throat. Holding me up in the air. Not a single piece of happiness or softness in her eyes. It was just dark. Her whole face was filled with anger. The veins in her throat showed as she strained. Her jaw clenched. Her hand squeezing harder around my throat. More and more air was ripped from my throat.

"You'll learn your fucking place. You disgraceful little piece of shit."

Her fingernails started to dig into the skin of my neck and my vision started to blacken out. Clawing at her hand. Choking on whatever air that was left in my lungs.

"R-Rosie-"

"Hm? Can't really hear you, my dear."

Her hand tightened even more and I felt my limbs go lump. Everything going dark.

-

"I don't know Abra. She's been gone for so long. She was missing when I came back from the bathroom at the cinema. You haven't seen anything?"

"No, I've been trying. It's like Rose is cutting her off from us."

"I just hope she's alright. She doesn't deserve all this."

"I know, but we'll find her."

—

"Sweetheart? Hey, wake up."

I felt someone slap my cheek. Groaning in pain, moving my head away. Slowly opening my eyes.

"Rose?"

"Yes, I'm right here."

"What happened?"

"My dear child, you passed out. You had a nightmare from sleeping and got up and started crying. Then you just dropped."

"Really? I don't remember."

"Oh, don't worry. I've got you."

Rose put her arms around me and pulled the covers over us, giving my forehead a kiss. I couldn't put my thought to it. Was that really what happened? I shook my head and snuggles close to Rose. Breathing in her scent. Relaxing. Smiling softly and looking up at her.

"What? What are you smiling about."

"Nothing."

"Come on, I can see there's something."

"I just -"

"Yes?"

"I love you, Rosie."

"I love you too Y/N."

—

"Rose? Is this really how it has to go?"

"Yes, my dear. Now come on. Stab her."

"I-I don't know, it's just a child."

"What have I told you before?"

"I-, their pain, our gain."

"That's it. Now come, feed your family."

Rose's hands were on my waist, her nose brushing against the back of my neck. I slowly raised the knife in the air. Feeling a sort of deja vu. Had I done this before? I couldn't have. Despite the child's cries, pleas and begging Rose was right. Their pain was our gain. I had to do this to feed the family. The true knot was my family.

Muttering a soft 'sorry' before stabbing the child. Stabbing it over and over again. Hearing both Rose's and Crow's laughter behind me. I felt angry for some reason, the child in front of me was the beat for my anger. The piece to take out all the unknown anger. Again and again. Until there was nothing left. Dropping the knife, shaking.

"You did so great, look at all that steam! Well last for weeks! If not even months. Good girl."

Rose gave me a wet kiss and stroked my cheek.

"Rosie?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Have I done this before?"

"What? Stabbing a child?"

"Yeah, I got like a deja vu."

"Well, haven't we all wished to kill children?"

Her carefree laughter filled the air. It didn't make any sense, but it had to.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Don't be so sad now, poppet. You did well."

"It just feels weird. I was a child too once."

"We all were. But now we are adults, we are the true knot. We live as more powerful then pathetic rubes. You said so yourself."

"I did?"

"Right you did."

"Oh, I can't remember much."

Rose stroked my cheek again and pulled me against her. Rubbing my back and watched the moonlight with me. It was silent. Was it nice? Was it confusing? Was it awkward?

"I just, this doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like I've been walking, but with my face turned to the sun. This weight on my shoulders. And I feel as if I need to run. I do what I can to please you and the others, I just feel like an outsider."

"This is your home, can't you hear freedom calling? Calling you to stay. Don't you feel it in your bones? You belong here."

"In the morning before the sun starts shining, we gotta start moving again, can I drive with you?"

"Always."

—

"So I'm gonna stand up, and take my people with me. Together we are going to our brand new home. Far across the river. Do you hear freedom calling? Calling you to answer their prayer."

"That's what you got?"

"Yes, it was all I could find out."

"It's not really helpful."

"I know, I don't know what's going on. Before it was so easy to track her."

—

"I go to prepare a place for you."

Rose watched you sleep. She knew it wouldn't be long until your memories would come back. Her and Crow had been talking about what to do with you. She didn't want to kill you. She did love you, but if she had to she would kill you. You were steamy but she didn't know if it was that good. She had only tasted it once, but it was only little bit.

It had tasted like flowers. For some reason each time Rose would think about it. She would feel this, this heavy feeling in her chest. She didn't know what it was. It couldn't be guilt, could it? No. Of course not. Rose The Hat never had guilt. She was a strong a confident woman. Powerful. The queen bitch of castle hell.

Rose O'Hara knew guilt, knee pain and specially weakness. Rose The Hat could never dream of getting on her knees for anyone.

If she had to kill the one thing she loved. She fucking would.

[mimisempai]

Wait for me on the other side 3/8

Chapter Summary:

Rain... Fireworks... Romance?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82052251

April 15, 2021 - 7:00

Loki, his heart pounding, approached the mailbox whose flag was raised.

He opened it and unfolded the small note with trembling fingers.

Thank you for this lovely attention. I haven't stopped wearing it since I received it.

You tell me that this connection with me allows you to open up to others and not feel alone anymore and you ask me if I want to continue this correspondence?

I don't want to stop either!

I don't know if we'll ever meet, but I want to continue to get to know you and for you to get to know me.

Tell me what you like.

Yours, Mobius.

Loki breathed a sigh of relief, put the letter in his pocket and left. He would have to work before he could write. This was no longer a matter of a quick word, he wanted to take time to think before he wrote.

As he walked through the school gates, although he loved his job, for once he couldn't wait for the day to be over.

April 17, 2019

Mobius was sitting in what had become his special Loki spot, the armchair in front of the bay window, a steaming cup of coffee next to him, reading Loki's latest letter.

I love Norse mythology and my work.

My favorite cocktail is Gimlets, gin and lime.

This brings me to my favorite color: green.

I have a sweet tooth, I like all kinds of sweets and pastries, and on the other hand I also like everything spicy.

I like quiet evenings reading and listening to music.

I like Jane Austen, The Brontë sisters and Paulo Coehlo.

I like to use metaphors but I have heard that they are not always great.

And although I can't stand violence, I like daggers, especially old ones.

Oh and I forgot, I like the house on the hill.

Mobius promised himself to go and see in Sylvie's antique weapons store if she had any antique daggers.

I can't stand cruelty, condescension, and lies.

And although they are green I hate peas.

Mobius laughed at the last sentence, he finished his coffee and went to get his notepad to start writing.

April 19, 2021

Loki, sitting cross-legged on his couch with Croki's head on his leg, was reading Mobius' latest letter.

I like to take watches apart and put them back together, to see the mechanism inside. They are all different.

I like to walk in the streets of New York and discover places by chance.

I like to draw, or rather make sketches that I never finish.

I like whiskey, Jack Daniels, and occasionally a good glass of red French Bordeaux wine.

I like all kinds of music, but my preference is for jazz.

I don't like lies, preconceived judgments, and gratuitous meanness, well, just plain meanness.

And I also like the house on the hill.

How did you end up living there anyway?

Loki read the letter again, folded it up and put it in the little box with the others before going to bed and thinking about what he would answer the next day.

April 21, 2019

Mobius went out still in his robe because it was a day of rest. He was surprised to see that Loki had already answered if he was to believe the little flag. He refused to question the fact that his heartbeat had accelerated.

He went to get the letter, then read it in front of his breakfast, Croki at his feet.

I rented it after college. It was the strangest place I had ever seen. I couldn't imagine anyone building it. Or... I couldn't imagine anyone building it and not living in it. I liked the way it sort of...hovered over the water. I loved that path that led to it. I don't know why, it has a strange, timeless charm.

April 23, 2021

Loki, on break between classes, took the letter out of his pocket and read it again.

Yes, the fact that you have to walk so much to get to the front door and that it's uphill, it's like you have to earn the right to enter the house. Every time you enter the house, it's like you're embarking on a quest whose prize is the right to enter.

I'm sorry, I must sound eccentric.

April 24, 2019

During his lunch break, and all day, he read that simple phrase from Loki over and over again.

Don't apologize, you can be eccentric. You can be whatever you want.

Mobius had always felt different, both in his personal and professional life choices, and this simple phrase eased some of his inner struggles. He couldn't ignore the warm feeling in his chest.

*********

A few weeks passed. The wind was blowing violently on a late spring day in New York. Loki was walking rapidly towards the school. His phone started to vibrate in his pocket, he grabbed it to answer the call.

-Yes?

Loki lost the smile on his face.

-Look, this isn't easy for me either. You know that... no, I'm not mad that you called. I just... I'm sorry, I have to go to work and I...

He was approaching the school and didn't want to continue this conversation as more and more students came in.

-I don't think that's a good idea. No. Sigyn, I'm asking you not to come. Because we need more time... Especially if we want to stay friends. I just don't think we should... look, I'm on my way to work, we'll talk about it. Bye.

Loki sighed, shaking his head as he walked through the large front door.

" Already feeling demotivated?" asked Natasha as she greeted him with a smile.

"Oh no no!" protested Loki.

"That's good timing. Heimdall has caught the flu and we need someone to cover his classes while he's absent. Since you have an art degree, I was wondering if..."

"No worries! I'm happy to oblige."

"Perfect," Natasha thanked him, "You can check with the assistant about Heimdall's schedule and make arrangements then. Thank you Loki, really. If the exams weren't coming up, I wouldn't have asked you."

Loki replied, "No worries, really."

If anything, he was glad to see that even though he was the last one in and the youngest teacher, he was trusted.

At the end of the week, as he walked home with his arms full of groceries, he thought maybe he should have thought about it before saying yes.

Because he was exhausted.He hadn't realized how much time and energy it would take to handle two positions.

Fortunately, Heimdall was back at work on Monday.

Loki put his groceries in the car and thought he'd stop by the house on the hill before heading home.

When he arrived, the little flag was up.

He took the letter and opened it.

Hi, pen pal. You haven't written in a while. I hope all is well.

You actually I

This is ridiculous, just a few words to write and it makes me sound like a babbling teenager.

Well I'm writing it down: I MISS YOU

It was obvious that the last words had been written with force.

Loki felt a strange warm feeling in his chest. He had also hugely missed the correspondence, so he hurried to answer on the spot and put the letter in the box before going home.

**********

Parking the car in front of the mailbox, Mobius chose to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he saw the little flag raised.

He took the letter out of the box and once he got home, Croki fed, he went to his favorite place to read the letter.

It has been a difficult week.

I couldn't get away from work and only had the strength to go to bed at night. I can't remember the last time I looked up at the sky, or saw a damn tree. That's what I miss. The nature around me.

It's not so bad when I'm busy. It's when I have a minute to breathe, to look around, that it seems really hard. I wonder what I'm doing here, alone, in this gray city. I miss the trees.

PS: I missed you too

June 15, 2019 - 9:00 pm.

In the evening, Mobius left the house with a small tree in the pickup's trailer. He was driving towards the city.

June 15, 2021 - 9:30 pm

In the middle of the walk from school to his apartment, Loki saw the black rain clouds gathering in the sky. Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder in the distance and as he was on the home stretch, the rain began to pour.

June 15, 2019 - 9:35 PM

Arriving at 105 MacDougal Street - Greenwich Village, obviously still under construction, Mobius parked the pickup and pulled a shovel and the tree from the trailer. He began digging a hole outside the construction site that would become Loki's apartment building. Once finished, he began planting the tiny, fragile tree.

June 15, 2021 - 9:35 pm

Loki was completely soaked as he walked the last few yards to his front door. He struggled to find his keys, dropped them, and grew more and more frustrated as the rain poured down on him, when suddenly it stopped. He was baffled, as thunder and lightning continued to flash across the sky, and the rain continued to fall all around him, but not on him.

He looked up.

Above him were the dense green leafy branches of a young tree that formed a canopy swaying in the rain right above Loki. It hadn't been there a second ago, but now it was sheltering him, and Loki was stunned.

June 15, 2019 - 9:37pm

Mobius smiled as he swung the shovel into the pickup's trailer before heading home.

June 15, 2021 - 9:37 pm

Loki, overcome with emotion, broke into a smile and whispered to Mobius, even though he couldn't hear him, "Thank you."

Raindrops fell through the green branches as Loki danced under the tree, his face to the sky.

*********

2019 - A few days later

Casey stood on the small path in front of Mobius' house, "Wow!!!"

Mobius motioned for him to follow him inside.Casey entered, still stunned by the house.

"So, this is where you're hiding?"

Mobius replied with a smile, "Yeah.You want a beer?"

"Yeah thanks."

Mobius pulled two beers out of the fridge and they went to the chairs in front of the bay window and talked about the house for a while. Casey had lots of questions.

Casey took a sip and his face became more serious.

"Mobius. I didn't just come here to escape my pathetic existence in the city. I came to talk to you about TK and ask you to come back with us. We need you."

Mobius shook his head, "TK? Sorry Casey but no."

"I'm sure if you talked to her..." insisted Casey.

"Forget it.Ravonna doesn't want me to come back. I don't want to come back. Everyone's happier now."

Casey argued, "What about your work? Your work was awesome. Even she admitted that. Look, I know it's hard, but if you put your problems with her aside, you-"

"I said forget it." replied Mobius, this time with a sharp tone before softening, "Sorry. It's just... I like it here. And I like my job at the store."

Casey nodded and accepted the answer before asking, curious again, "Are you in a relationship with anyone?"

Mobius answered after a slight hesitation that didn't go unnoticed, "No."

"Why did you hesitate?"

"I didn't hesitate."

"Yes, you did."

Mobius insisted, "I...I'm not involved with anyone, okay?"

"Okay." replied Casey, who smiled playfully before continuing, "All I'm saying is that maybe you should think about the future."

Mobius began to laugh. He couldn't stop himself.

Casey looked at him as if he had gone crazy, "What?"

Mobius continued to laugh.

"What?"

**********

A few days later, with Loki's letter open in the passenger seat of his pickup, Mobius drove to the train station near Brooklyn College of Arts.

He parked, picked up the letter and got out, heading for the entrance to the station.

Around this time two years ago, I lost something.

In the Brooklyn train station.

I was going back to my parents and left it on the platform. See if you can find it for me. I won't tell you what it is.

Then put it in the mailbox. It's your mission if you choose to accept it.

Mobius could not resist a challenge. So he found himself at that moment looking for an object he knew nothing about. He walked through the station. There were a few people. He looked for a single man and saw none. Just a few families and an elderly couple.

He continued to search when suddenly, through the window overlooking the station platform, he saw a young man with long black hair get up and get ready to board the train.

Mobius wasn't sure if it was him, but he felt deep down that he was Loki, and he was amazingly handsome. Mobius hurried through the door and onto the station platform. He was about to head towards him when he stopped.

The young man had embraced a woman who had her back to Mobius.

They kissed and said goodbye.

Neither of them noticed that Loki, for it was undoubtedly Loki, had left a book on the bench behind him. Mobius saw it, but it would be awkward to approach and interrupt the kiss. He hesitated.

The train driver announced the final boarding.

Loki separated from the woman, obviously reluctantly, and boarded the train.

The woman Loki had kissed did not move and watched the train pull away until it was completely out of sight. He did not notice the book. Mobius watched him leave and once he was gone, he approached the bench. He looked at the book that Loki had left behind. It was a well-worn copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen. It had definitely been Loki.

********

Loki impatiently went to the mailbox, thinking that perhaps Mobius had already been to the station.

He opened it, and was disappointed when he didn't see the book and just a little note.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE 4TH OF JULY?

Loki, a little disappointed, answered immediately on the same piece of paper and just as he was about to leave, he heard the characteristic sound of the little flag being raised and went back to the box and opened it. He grabbed the small paper and unfolded it.

L: Going to the fireworks, I guess.

I go every year.  Why?

M: Would you like to watch them together? From the cliff. The fireworks on the lake are beautiful

L: I know, I watched them from the house the time I lived there.

You're not asking me out, are you?

M: No, no. I just thought it might be nice to do the same thing, that's all.

L: The same thing, two years apart.

M: It's better than staying home.

L: Okay. Let's go see the fireworks.

M: See you in 10 days then. July 4th at 10pm in front of the mailbox.

Mobius did not wait for an answer, and walked happily back to the house. Even though he had denied it, it still felt like a date of some sort.

The butterflies began to fly again.

July 4, 2019/2021 - 10:00 pm.

Two years apart, in the same place, Loki and Mobius sat next to the mailbox. Mobius brought one of the seats from the garden furniture and Loki brought an old folding camping seat in his car.

He is armed with his pad and pencil.

The strange and timeless conversation started again, always punctuated by the little flag that went up and down.

L: Did you go to the station? I never got my book.

M: Let me keep it for a while. I want to read it.

By the way, there's something I wanted to ask you.

Who was the girl at the station?

Your fiancée?

Why didn't you tell me about her?

Loki thought it sounded like Mobius was jealous, but didn't want to get the wrong idea.

L: You don't tell me about your love life either.

M: Because I don't have one unfortunately.

My God, I can't believe you didn't tell me you were married.

L: I'm not married. We broke up when I moved to New York.

I'm on my own.

The fireworks just started.

M: They started here too.

I'm sure yours are better, since it's supposed to get better every year.

L: Probably. Let's enjoy the sight.

Afterwards, during the fireworks, the flag did not move for a while. Then when the grand finale was over, and the silence fell, the flag suddenly rose, making Loki jump.

M: At the station, when I saw you... I didn't expect... I mean, you didn't tell me you were so gorgeous.

Loki read these words and could not suppress a small gasp of surprise. He looked around embarrassed even though he knew for a fact that no one was there.

L: Not fair.

You saw me but I still don't know what you look like.

Mobius ran his hand over his face and figured that since it was truth night, he might as well go for it.

M: You're right. I wouldn't mind knowing what I'll look like in two years. Why don't we meet in the future and tell me what you think?

Loki thought about it and then looked at his watch, it was 10:43 pm, he took a deep breath, suddenly excited and nervous

L: Why don't you call me on July 4, 2021 at 10:44 pm

As Loki finished the last line of the "4" the phone rang.

He almost fell out of his chair.

He steadied himself with a pounding heart and picked up, "Hello?"

________

Who is on the other end of the phone...?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

[knockbeforeyouspeak]

tom hiddleston x reader

prompt: 56. "It's so good to see your face."

He made you a glass of chocolate. Served still steaming hot, only half-full, with three marshmallows floating in the middle. It smelt like dark and vanilla, bittersweet yet sugary. Just like your favorite. It had always been your favorite. You didn't know how Tom had got so far as nailing everything the way you liked it to be, but a part of you had already understood.

You could feel your stomach churning. The thought of him hearing what were you going to say next sent a wave of nausea washed over you. You tried to concentrate to the hot chocolate within your grasp, but it wasn't enough. In a minute or so you would have to spill everything out, maybe an explanation or two because he deserved it, but no more than that.

You heard footsteps approaching. The sound felt so dreadful it almost overwhelmed you. But you managed to sat still, gripping onto your glass as if your life depended on it. Soon enough the doorway admitted Tom, in his long-sleeve and jeans and hair neatly combed, a coat hung over his shoulder. You guessed he was about to go out.

He noticed your presence right away. How could he not? You were sitting right across the doorway. Perhaps it was a mistake after all. Seeing him so fresh and right as rain made you felt even more guilty. You didn't want to tear him apart, let alone break him down when he was only weeks away from promoting the new movie he'd been filmed for months. He had to be at his best to nail the upcoming press conferences. There were red carpets and interviews he couldn't miss. The last thing he needed was you throwing rocks at him and watching him crumbling to the ground.

But he wasn't that vurnerable, was he? You contemplated in a vain attempt to justify yourself. Tom was strong. He had always been strong. Probably the strongest person you had ever met. He had a heart as gentle as angels yet as fierce as lions. You had seen both.

His lips were on your forehead and you jerked back, completely taken aback by how long you had been lost in thoughts. He must hotice it for he ruffled your hair slightly. "It's so good to see your face. How is the chocolate? I made it for you since you said you'd be home today."

"Oh," you mentally rummaged through your brain, looking for an answer. "Perfect. Just like, you know, usual. Fantastic."

He took a few seconds to process your answer. Then you realized what was wrong. Tom opened his mouth before you could. "I must have been very amazing at making hot chocolate, then. You haven't even drunk it."

His tone was light, filled with jokes. You snickered back at him, silently praising God for saving your ass. When you were caught in a situation you hated the most, your ability to lie seemed to get worse as well. This had happened countless times.

Tom strode to the counter. He picked a glass from the rack, reaching for the teapot. You had managed to brew some tea the moment you had got here, in an attempt to calm yourself earlier. A few beats of silences passed and you seized the moment. "Actually, I have something to say."

"Sure you do," Tom looked back swiftly, flashing you a smile. "Spill it out."

Tom's back was still facing you. He poured the tea to the glass, the sound of it subtle and somewhat satisfying. Your tongue refused to budge and you almost decided to retreat. Perhaps your plan was that bad. Perhaps your friend was right. This was a ridiculous idea. Perhaps you just had to drink this delicious hot chocolate, wave a goodbye and see you tomorrow, and make a run for it. Clearly this was stupid.

Yet you blurted out without a second thought, "Let's break up."