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A Few Very Compelling Arguments - Frank Iero x Reader

Summary: You are new in the band and Frank can’t seem to stand you. After getting hurt by him on stage you decide to quit the band, something Frank is not at all happy about. Reader: fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of mental illness, hints at suicide(?), blood, jealousy, Frank is an asshole in the first half Word Count: 7 702 (don’t ask me what happened there, I don’t know either) A/N: I’ve wanted to write some enemies to lovers with Frank since I read this story by @ghoulgirlwrites a few weeks back. I hope it’s not too similar. Anyways this story sent me on a total enemies to lovers thing, and now you guys have to live with that. Also I take no criticism for writing Frank this vulnerably. We all know he’s sensible, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be afraid to be vulnerable in the presence of the people he loves and trusts.

You weren‘t sure when things had started to change, but you knew you didn’t like it. You had not been in My Chemical Romance for long, a little less than a year. You were a friend of Ray’s, all the way back from his time in college, even though you were several years younger than him. After he had asked you to join the band on tour as their drummer one thing had led to another, and suddenly you had become the fifth member of the band. Then things had been fine, as fine as things could be when you were stuck in a van a majority of the day with a bunch of guys who had yet to discover the concept of taking showers. It was only at the start of this tour, right after the release of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge that Frank had started to change. He had always been very sweet to you before then, polite, friendly. Sure he was somewhat energetic on stage, but off stage he had been nothing but a sweetheart, something that definitely had gotten more to you than it should have.

It started off slow, the poking, the pranks, the nicknames. You knew he loved sneaking bites of other people’s food, or just put on whatever shirt he found on top of the clean laundry basket, no matter who it belonged to. You would not have minded this at all, if it had not always been your plate he stole fries from, or your favourite band shirt he picked to wear on stage.

That had been the beginning of it all. He had stopped after you had gotten pissed at him for staining your only white shirt with coffee one morning, and almost you had allowed yourself to believed things would calm down again. Sure you were angry that he had ruined your shirt, which he had had no reason for wearing other than being too lazy to search for his own. And that he had bought you a new package of your favourite cookies after having finished the last one without telling you had almost soothed the waves of your grudge against his impulsiveness.

But then he began throwing shit at your drums. At first just empty water bottles, which were really harmless. You even laughed at that, feeling like he was trying to include you more on stage. The roll of gaffer tape he had thrown was not quite as funny, nor was the full water bottle, Mikey’s shoe, and his mic stand; especially because the last one had ruined one of your drums, leaving you to improvise for the rest of the show.

You had been righteously furious after that.

That had been the evening you had realised something between Frank and you had truly changed. When you had talked to him about stealing your food and clothes, he had nodded and apologized for overstepping. That night, he had shrugged you off, saying he’d pay for it and there was no reason to react as upset as you did. This comment got him not only protest from you, but also from Ray, who had had the misfortune of overhearing that conversation.

Since then things had completely gotten out of control.

Frank snapped at you every opportunity he had, watched you like a hawk as if he was waiting for you to make a mistake he could get you for. He did not necessarily insult you. He just made it abundantly clear that he considered you unfit for the job of MCR’s drummer.

You knew they had not meant for you to overhead that snippet of conversation, but one time you had even heard Frank complain to Gerard about you, how you distracted everyone, how you would make it impossible to enjoy this tour for everyone.

You had quickly plucked in your headphones in order to not overhear more than that, but these few words had been enough to drive you towards the brink of a crisis. Wasn’t it bad enough that you had to share the very limited tour bus space with someone who actively seemed to hate you? He also tried to involve others in this strange feud he had started and was scheming against you!

After that incident you did not try to hide your annoyance at him anymore. If he already had to tell Gerard, Gerard might as well see for himself. Maybe that would speed up the inevitable process of them kicking you out of the band. Nobody had brought it up to your face yet, but you were sure Frank had suggested it to the others already. You didn’t want to leave the band, but with the way Frank was treating you, it was not hard to guess that this was his goal, to get you kicked out of the band.

Whatever you had done to make him hate you this much, it was something nobody was willing to talk to you about. Had you said or done something wrong? Was it your behaviour towards your band members? You were sure you had treated them just like any other friends, and of course you were closest to Ray, since you knew him the longest. But even though you were not aware of anything that could have upset Frank this much, especially since the others seemed to have no problem with you whatsoever, you would still have been willing to make up for it. If you only knew what the problem was!

You had tried talking to Frank, who had always brushed you off with a mean comment about you not caring anyway. And if you tried talking to the others, they always said it was not their place to tell you, and you needed to talk to Frank. At your response that you had tried, but he wouldn't tell you anything, they had just shrugged, and told you they couldn’t help you.

And this was how tour had started. For two months Frank and you had done nothing but glaring at each other. He shot hurtful comments your way, and whenever you were too tired or annoyed to hold back, you returned them. The tension this created was undeniable, but to your surprise the others just laughed it off, even having fun watching Frank and you bicker.

The worst thing of all though was probably how much ever single comment from Frank hurt. Not because of the comment itself, but because of him. You had not known him for very long, but you spent enough time together to have gotten to know him quite well. You saw the way he treated his friends, caring, loving, mischievous of course, yes, but never leaving a sliver of doubt that all his actions towards them were laced with nothing but deep, honest love for them.

A part of you hated yourself for loving watching him play music, no matter whether he was writing it, rehearsing or playing shows. At shows he was as energetic as you had never seen anyone in their life before, writhing around on stage, singing, screaming, and still flawlessly playing his guitar. He threw stuff at you occasionally, but this tour it did not seem quite as bad as the previous one.

During rehearsals he was absolutely focused, only rarely loosing himself in the music as much as he did on stage. But your favourite times to watch him were when he was writing music. Most often it was during long bus rides, when Gerard and Mikey would read comics, and you one of the novels off your ‘to be read’-pile. Ray and Frank would grab their guitars, and sit down, playing the same melodies in variations for hours upon hours until they had found something they both were content with. Then you would take glances over the rim of your book, just watching Frank, as he was sitting on one of the sofas, his fingers skipping over the fret board, his eyes closed. He was so focused then, and still half lost in the melody, in the music he and Ray were creating. Those moments were so soft, so intimate. It felt forbidden to watch him then, and still you could not tear your eyes away. You just hoped he would never find out about it.

He, on the other hand, was unashamed whenever he stared at you. It was during meals, when you sat on opposite ends of the table, as many of your friends between you as possible to stop you from getting into another heated argument. He would watch you closely then, his eyes following your every movement, never caring if you were staring back at him challengingly.

It was worse on stage. Moments in which he should have payed attention to Ray or Gerard, he glanced at you, even when there was no need to. Of course there were the few parts of the show where the two of you needed to work together, coordinate with each other, and those were never a problem, because as much as you hated him, you were still professional enough to not let it show. But the moments where he made sure you were looking at him right before doing something stupid-

It drove you up the walls, the constant feeling of his eyes on you, until you would eventually give in and meet his across the stage.

This night was no different. Or well, maybe it was. It was more of Frank’s snarky, hurtful comments before the show, more than usual. More of relentlessly watching you during it.

You knew Frank was not in the best space of mind recently. Just like the Way brothers he struggled with mental health, and just because you could not stand seeing his pretty face around you, and felt like getting sick the moment you thought about him because of your contrasting feelings for him, you still were observant. Maybe it was about keeping the team together, you wondered, as you felt sweat running down your face, your arms, your back. In order to keep doing the shows everyone needed to be in top shape, and whenever someone wasn’t, the others did their best to take care of them.

It was difficult with Frank though. He would insist to be left alone, and wouldn't come out of his bunk for anything other than a small breakfast in the morning, a toilet break or playing shows. It had been like this for the past three days, and slowly but surely you began worrying about him.

He looked pale underneath his make-up, dark circles under his eyes which he covered up with red eyeshadow. If he hadn’t screamed at you that one time you had tried to ask if there was something you could do for him, you might have tried to get him to open up a little. You hated to see him suffer just as much as you hated him. But then again, maybe you didn’t hate him quite as much as you always made yourself believe.

The thought was unsettling, and at the realisation you almost would have lost the rhythm you were still playing. You definitely had crushed on Frank before things had gotten weird. And you knew you cared about him, even if you did not want to admit it to yourself. So was the idea that you did not hate him at all so far off?

Just in that moment you felt his eyes on you. Not to coordinate the music, but staring at you. For a moment you tried to resist looking back at him, but it was impossible.

He was close to your drums, black crosses over his eyes, the red eyeshadow masking how sunken in his face was. As if he hadn’t eaten and slept for days. You had a feeling he really hadn’t.

For a moment he was holding your gaze, and then, with three big steps, he strode over to Gerard, who was prancing around on stage as always. It happened so fast you were not even sure what you had seen, when Frank let go of his guitar, and grabbed Gerard’s face while he was still in the middle of singing, only to kiss his passionately.

You could tell Gerard was surprised, suddenly having been cut off by a kiss from one of his guitarists, but he reacted smoothly, wrapping his arm around Frank’s neck and kissing back for a short moment, before he pushed Frank off, and continuing to sing as if nothing had happened.

Quickly you averted your gaze, feeling like you had witnessed something you were not supposed to. Of course you knew of the rumours that Frank and Gerard were dating. It was nothing more than that, a rumour, as far as you knew, but maybe you did not know everything.

It was clear Frank had wanted you to see that kiss. Was this maybe the reason he hated you so much? Because you and Gerard had become close friends, and he thought you were trying to steal Gerard away from him? Nothing could have been further from the truth. You liked Gerard, but only as a friend. You were far too confused about your feelings for Frank to even think about liking anyone else.

Still, you felt like that kiss had meant to show you who Gerard belonged with. But what did you care? Frank could have Gerard all for himself, if this was what his weird behaviour was about. It just stung a little too much, the idea that Frank had never seen you as anything but a rival for Gerard’s affection. Secretly you had wanted his glances and stares to mean more than pure hatred.

That’s how the rest of the show went by. You tried focusing on your drumming, but were continuously distracted by thoughts about Frank, about how maybe you had liked him the whole time, more than liked even. About how he seemed to hate you because you were close to Gerard. About how unreasonably disappointed you were that he had probably never had any positive feelings for you at all.

You were glad when the encore finally was over. Your head hurt from all the intrusive thoughts, the picture of Frank kissing Gerard had burnt itself deeper into your mind than you wanted to admit, you were bathed in sweat and your whole body was aching. You had been so tense during the set that you would probably have a whole body muscle ache tomorrow.

You slammed your sticks down on the drums for the last few times that night, letting the applause of the audience wash over you as the last chords of the nights echoed back from the venue’s walls. Gerard was waving at crowd, Mikey already on his way off stage, and Ray threw the left over picks into the audience. You were about to do the same with your drum sticks, when your eyes involuntarily found Frank. He was standing not too far off from your drums, but instead of having turned to the crowd, he had turned to you.

Too late did you notice the motion he had executed with his right hand, too late did you see the blinking thing he had thrown through the air right at you. If you had not been mid motion of throwing your sticks into the audience, you could have evaded whatever he had launched at you, but now you were to slow, the metallic object hitting the side of your forehead hard, and you could not suppress the pained gasp.

Surprised you clasped your hand over the part where you had been hit, immediately searching for what had hit you. It was Frank’s capo. It had clattered to the ground after having it you. Annoyed you picked it up, and threw it back at Frank, not noticing the guilty and apologetic expression he was wearing. The capo hit him mid-chest, and surprised he caught it, as you stared daggers at him from behind your drums. Quickly, as quickly as you could, you climbed out from behind them, and headed off stage.

“Oh, (y/n), you’re bleeding,” Mikey noticed as you tried storming past him to get to the backstage room as quickly as possible.

You were done with tonight. Not only because of all these thoughts that had plagued you, or Frank kissing Gerard. No, this was the first time Frank had actually injured you, and that was the last drop. You couldn’t do this anymore. Frank had made it so very clear he didn’t want you in the band, he could finally have what he wanted. Tomorrow morning you would tell Gerard you quit. Tomorrow, not today, so nobody could say you were being too emotional about it. If they asked you really, really nicely, and promised to keep Frank in check, you would finish this tour with them until they had a new drummer to replace you. But you wanted out. Now.

A warm hand around your wrist dragged you out of your thoughts, and Mikey was looking down on you worriedly.

“What happened there,” he asked, gesturing to your head.

“What,” you asked, bringing your hand up to where Frank had hit you with the capo. When you pulled your hand away, your fingers were coated in blood. “Oh shit.”

Quickly you looked around, trying to find a mirror, but the closest one was probably down the hallway in the bathrooms.

“Is it bad,” you asked.

Mikey leant in closer, taking a good look.

“Nope, don’t think so. Small cut, about this long.” He held his hand out, showing you with his index finger and thumb how long the cut was. Not more than three milimeters.

It seemed there had been a sharp edge on the capo.

“Shit, (y/n), I’m so sorry-”

The voice belonged to no other than Frank, who had followed you off stage. When you spun around to face him, and he saw the thin line of blood running down the side of your face, his eyes grew wide.

“Oh fuck-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, asshole,” you hissed at him, feeling your blood boil at the sight of him. Had you really thought you liked him? What the hell had been wrong with you? “This was the last time, the last time you threw anything at me, you understand?”

“I didn’t mean to hit you, I was aiming for the- it’s not gonna happen again, I promise,” Frank rushed out. Something about him now was so very different than you remembered him from the past months. He looked genuinely sorry and concerned. But you couldn’t be bothered, not anymore.

“No it’s not, because I won’t be on stage with you anymore for you to throw shit at me!”

You had not meant to say that, but it felt good, to see the shock on Frank’s face, to feel Mikey’s surprise.

“(y/n), you’re not-”

“Yes, I am Mikey! I am quitting! So you-” you pocked your finger into Frank’s direction, “are finally getting what you’ve wanted all this time. Happy now?”

And with that you stormed off.

You did not bother to go to the backstage room, as you had planned, and you did not wait as you heard both Frank and Mikey calling for you to wait. You headed straight out of the backdoor, past the tour bus that was supposed to drop everyone off at the hotel. You could not wait long enough for everyone to make it there, and you could not face Frank.

By now him and Mikey had probably found Gerard and Ray, and told them what had happened; that you had quit.

Shit. That was exactly what you had wanted to avoid, coming across as impulsive and emotional. Frank was supposed to be the impulsive and emotional one, not you. But fuck, you were emotional! There was still blood running down the side of your face, and the headache you had already felt before increased its intensity with every minute. You needed to get away from here, as fast as possible.

Not caring about security or fans being able to see you, you hasted towards the street, already seeing multiple cabs lined up, waiting to find concert goers who were ready to pay for a ride home. Climbing into the first cab in the line, you named the address of the hotel the band had booked rooms at. In the hotel the staff gave you concerned looks, considering how you looked, and even offered to call a doctor, but you insisted you would be fine with a plaster and the keys to one of the booked rooms.

Just as always during hotel nights, it was a double room. A queen sized bed took up the majority of the room, leaving little space for anything but a narrow wardrobe and two bedside tables. You wondered who they would pair up with you tonight. Probably not Gerard, Frank would insist they share a room. Maybe Mikey then, or Ray. You hoped it was Ray. He still knew you the best, and would understand why you could not stay in the band any longer.

Only once you entered the bathroom, you realised you had basically left everything but your wallet at the tour bus, your whole overnight bag with shampoo, towels and pyjama. Luckily the hotel had a shampoo dispenser, towels and some bathrobes prepared for their guests, so you quickly grabbed one, and locked the bathroom door behind you.

The first thing you did was inspect the cut on your forehead. It really was tiny, but the amount of blood had made it look way worse than it was. Now the bleeding had stopped, and the blood dried. Carefully you washed it off, and in the end there was hardly anything to see but a small scratch.

While you were in the shower, rinsing off the sweat of the show, you heard someone entering the hotel room. Over the rushing of water it was impossible to tell who it was, but you definitely heard the door to the room open and then close.

After that you tried to hurry. It wouldn't have been fair to Ray to make him wait too long for his shower. He probably hadn’t taken one at the venue yet. Drying yourself off, you threw on the bathrobe, hoping Ray had either brought your night bag.

“Hey Ray,” you called, as you unlocked the door, your dirty clothes thrown over your arm, and stepped into the room, “you didn’t happen to bring my-”

You froze as you saw that it was not Ray who was sitting on the bed, waiting for you to finish in the bathroom.

It was Frank. He seemed to have washed off the make-up at the venue, because only faint traces of colour stuck to his face now.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he got up. “The others said we should pair up.”

For a long moment you stared at him. You wanted to say something along the lines of never sharing a bed with him, but you knew that he would then insist of sleeping on the floor, and another part of you, the one that had come up with the stupid idea of you maybe liking him, would never have allowed that.

“I packed your bag,” Frank added, nodding to the bag he had placed on the window side of the bed. How had he known you preferred the window side? Or was it just a coincidence?

You nodded, not bothering with an answer.

“Can I- is the bathroom free,” Frank asked carefully. You knew he was watching you, but you refused to look at him, just nodded.

As you were going through your night bag, trying to find a shirt and a pair of shorts, you heard as Frank grabbed his own bag, and headed for the bathroom.

“What you said about leaving the band-”

You guessed he had stopped in the door, but you didn’t turn around.

“I don’t want you to leave. Never wanted that. Can you- I don’t know, can you think about it again? I know we all would-”

“Luckily I don’t care about what you – or the others – want. Not anymore anyway,” you hissed at him, and for the first time that night you felt your throat close up as tears burnt in your eyes.

There was shuffling behind you, and almost you would have expected Frank to say more on the matter but then the bathroom door closed.

Wiping away the tears with the back of your hand, you began looking through your bag again. The idea that Frank had been the one to have packed it, that he had gone through your stuff, made you feel uncomfortable, but at the same time tucked at your heart.

There was a pair of shorts, but the only t-shirt you found was not your own. In fact you were pretty certain it was one of Frank’s. Maybe he had packed it by accident. What other explanation could be there for it? In the end it did not matter though. Shirt was shirt, whether it was his or yours, so you threw it on, and tied the bathrobe closed over it, so Frank wouldn't give you shit for wearing one of his shirts.

In the bathroom the water was still running when you went to bed, cuddled underneath one of the thick blankets. You were grateful there were separate blankets. The idea to share one with Frank was sickening. Speaking of sickening, you still had that headache. While you had been in the shower, it had gotten better, but now it came back worse than before.

After a while you decided you were not going to be the hero who suffered through it, and got up again. Somewhere in your bag you still had some painkillers…

Once more going through your bag, you subconsciously registered that in the bathroom the water had stopped running, and instead suspicious silence spread out from behind the door. No ruffling of towels, no clicking of shampoo bottle lids, not padding of naked feet on tiled floor.

Holding your movement, you listened. Only silence.

With a shrug you grabbed one of the painkillers from the small bottle, and downed it together with the contents of a small water bottle you had kept in your bag. Definitely needed to replace that one tomorrow with a full one, you mentally noted.

That was when you heard it.

Again you halted, not sure if you had imagined the sound, but a second later it was clearer than before. That was definitely someone crying, sobbing even. Quietly, trying to muffle the sound, but the nightly environment was too quiet to hide it. And it came from the bathroom.

Before you even had thought about it, you were banging against the door. You had heard about how badly Gerard had been, you’d be damned if My Chem lost one of their guitarists just because you couldn’t be bothered to try to talk to him. The idea of Frank doing something really stupid to himself wasn’t farfetched, considering the state he had been over the past days.

“Frank? Frank! What’s going on in there? Open the door!”

Again you banged at it, before listening for a response, but all you got was another sob.

“Frank! Are you okay? Let me in!”

Nothing but more sobs.

Your heart was racing in your throat, and your knees weak. You were probably the last person Frank would really talk to, but you didn’t dare leave the room to get help from the others. So instead you pressed down the door handle experimentally, and like a miracle it swung open.

“I don’t care if you’re naked, I’m coming in,” you warned before you pushed the door fully open and stepped inside.

The air of the bathroom was wet and smelled of Frank’s shower gel. The man himself was sitting in front of the sink, back leant against the wall, and luckily dressed in some shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He had his knees pulled up to his chest, his face buried between them, hands and arms pulled over his head as if to protect himself from the outside world.

As quickly as you could you ran over to him, and fell to your knees besides him.

“Frank,” you asked worriedly, carefully trying to pry away one of his arms. “Frank, are you hurt?”

Another sob, muffled between his knees, escaped him, before he unwrapped himself, and instead leant his head against your shoulder, burying his face in the fabric of the bathrobe. Instinctively you brought your arms around him, and wrapped him in an awkward hug.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he cried. The air he exhaled was hot, traveling through the layers of fabric until it brushed over your skin. “I know it’s my fault, and it’s all on me, but I don’t know how to fix this. I tried to fix it. But I’ve just made it so much worse. I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to lose you.”

Confused you blinked, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“Well, you’re not gonna stop me from leaving,” you told him, fully aware that this was probably exactly the wrong thing to say. But lying to him wouldn’t help him either.

You felt a shiver go through him, and he sobbed again, probably smearing snot all over your bathrobe. Well, not really yours, the hotels. So this should be the least of your worries right now.

“I know. I’m not trying to stop you. I know I fucked up. I tried to fix it, tried to make it work so hard, and all I did was fuck it up. I’m so sorry for ruining this for you,” he whimpered between heavy breaths.

“At which point did you try to fix shit, Frank, hm? When you told Gerard I was a distraction, or when you kept calling me weird names even though you knew I didn’t like it? Or when you kept staring at me as if I’d grow a second head any second? When have you ever tried fixing things? Do you think throwing shit at me would make anything any better? Fuck, Frank, you couldn’t even be bothered to pretend you didn’t hate me as much as you do, just to make it less weird for the others! You didn’t try fixing shit!”

Frank nodded, his hands gripping into the bathrobe, still hiding his face. You could feel how warm his body was, from showering, from crying- he was like a furnace. His shower-wet hair stuck to his head.

“And you can’t expect me to take it any longer, you know? All I’ve been getting from you for months were off handed comments that made me feel like shit, and stuff thrown at me on stage! Fuck, you threw a capo at my head, Frank!”

“I didn’t mean to hit you,” he cried.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you did!”

You couldn’t help but wonder what a strange position you found yourselves in. You were shouting at him while he had buried his face in your shoulder, and was crying his eyes out, all while you soothingly rubbed circles into his back.

After a moment of silence, Frank took a shuddering breath.

“I never hated you,” he mumbled, his voice shaky but clear, as if he was putting lots of thought and effort into every word. “I know it seemed that way, but I never did. The opposite really. When you leave that’s the only thing I need you to know: That I’ve always admired you, and that I wish I could’ve done things right, so we could’ve played with this band ‘till the day we die.”

“Some things just aren’t meant to be,” you answered softly, patting his head, making him sob again.

“I just wish I could go back in time and do it right, you know. Do it right from the very first moment on. Just be honest with you, and hope things work out from there.”

“You could still be honest now,” you offered.

Curiosity was eating away at you. Could you finally find out why Frank had treated you the way he had? Why he had never let you get close, why he had not left his bunk in the past days?

“It wouldn’t make a difference anymore,” Frank mumbled, but he seemed calmer now, as if the idea of telling the truth might offer some relief.

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you suggested, running your hand through his wet locks. They were soft like silk. When he did not speak for a moment, you added: “What’s going on these past days? You barely got out of bed.”

“Wasn’t feeling good,” Frank mumbled. You could feel him slightly lean into your touch as you ran your nails over his scalp, so you continued the simple action.

“I thought so much. What wasn’t feeling good exactly?”

“Think I knew this was coming to an end,” he admitted. “That I’ve gone too far, and you’d want to leave, and that nothing I could do would stop you, and that everything I had tried to keep you to stay up until that point had only driven you away.”

You hummed, signalling him you had heard, waiting if he wanted to say more, but when he didn’t, you asked another question.

“What was that thing about kissing Gerard earlier at the show? You know… if you like him you don’t gotta worry about me, okay? Gee ‘n I are friends, nothing more.”

“I know.”

“Then why that kiss? It felt like… you wanted to demonstrate that Gerard belonged with you…”

“Didn’t,” Frank answered quietly. “Wanted to make you jealous.”

“Why would you want to make me jealous of you?”

“Not me. Gee.”

You blinked. “Gerard? Why would I be jealous of Gerard?”

Frank tensed underneath your hands, but did not answer. If he wanted you to be jealous of Gerard, could it be that- no. No possible way.

You filed that piece of information away with all the other puzzle pieces that did not fit the picture, and continued asking your questions. It seemed, for the first time since you had met Frank that he was willing to open up to you, at least to a certain degree. You had to make use of that opportunity.

“In the beginning – the first few weeks – we were fine, remember? What changed?”

Frank shook his head against your shoulder, making you raise your eyebrows.

“You don’t know?”

“Don’t wanna say,” Frank corrected.

“I thought you wanted to be honest,” you answered, knowing you were poking around in affairs that probably were none of your business, but he had made you suffer for months. You felt like you finally deserved some answers.

“Emotions are complicated,” Frank replied cryptically.

“What emotions?”

For a moment he thought about his answer, then he spoke slowly. “I wanted you to notice me, wanted you to know that I felt comfortable around you, like when I stole your food and your clothes. And when it got obvious you didn’t feel the same… I got frustrated. And jealous. Because you always hang out with Gee ‘nd Ray ‘nd Mikey- and I started doing dumb shit, and – it was easier to drive you away than to admit that I wanted actually the complete opposite of that. Because when I’m honest, I’m vulnerable, and I don’t wanna be hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Frank,” you whispered, not entirely sure what to make of the things he had just told you. He had wanted you to notice him? He sure had managed that. Why would he have been jealous though?

“What hurts me and what doesn’t isn’t in your power to decide,” Frank mumbled, his words muffled against the bathrobe you wore.

“Frank-” trying to pull him slightly away from you to look at his face, you placed your hands on his shoulders, but he only stiffened under your touch, his hands clawing tighter into your clothes. “Frank, I feel like I still don’t really understand what is going on, what has been going on the whole time. You say you’re jealous, and you don’t really hate me- but it’s pretty obvious you don’t like me either. What is it, you feel? Can you try putting it into words?”

Frank shook his head against your shoulder again.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“’m scared.”

“Of what?”

For a moment he was quiet, before he suddenly sat up with a jolt. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips red-rimmed, and his whole face swollen and flaky from crying. He looked truly pitiful. You wanted to wrap him in your arms again and promise him everything would be alright. It would have been a lie. He had said he didn’t want you to leave the band but your mind was made up. But maybe a white lie, just to make him feel better…

You were still thinking about how much you wanted to help him, when Frank suddenly leant forward, and without warning pressed his lips to yours. They were hot and tasted of his salty tears. Slightly startled you almost lost your balance from the force with which Frank had come at you. Searching for something to hold onto, and desperate not to let go of him, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, holding him close.

At first it was just the surprise of the sudden kiss that made you dizzy, but when Frank opened his mouth, and licked against your lips, you felt like you could faint any moment. Everything around you was spinning; the only solid thing was Frank, as he took over the kiss, and kissed you harder than anyone had ever done before.

You could feel his pulse hammer underneath your hands, could feel his breath fan over your skin, could taste the desperation with which he kissed you. It was both sweet and hungry, the way he pressed closer to you needy and hopeful, as he twisted you so your back was pressed to the cold, tiled wall of the bathroom, with him pinning you against it, as good as your sitting positions allowed him too.

It was only when you seemed to have worked through the first rush of surprise that Frank suddenly pulled away. Confused at the loss of contact you blinked your eyes open, finding his lips were cherry red, and his eyes glowing. It made you want to lurch forward and kiss him again. But before you could, it seemed like dark clouded his face, and the glimmer in his eyes disappeared, the glow he had seemed to emit darkened.

“This is what I’ve wanted the whole time,” he sat back, bringing more distance between you. Agonizing, cold, painful distance. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you without-”

You cut him off then and there. You didn’t care. Yes, consent was important, but now that you knew he wanted to kiss you, you saw no reason as to why you should stop yourself from doing so.

He gasped when your lips met his again, just as desperate as he had been moments ago, but he kissed back hungrily, and placed his warm hands on your waist as you climbed into his lap. He held you close and steady, as you got lost in his touch. An hour ago you could never have imagined thinking this, but he radiated safety. The way he held you, the way he kissed you, the way his breath brushed over your skin in little gasps, the hammering of your heart at the quiet moans that escaped him. It made you feel like you were on top of the world, everything else around you forgotten, only you and Frank. Who cared about hotel bathrooms and touring and bands and music? Not you, not while you were kissing Frank like you had dreamt of since the first proper conversation you had had with him. The voice, that had tried to remind you of this little fantasy while the rest of you had convinced you that you hated Frank, seemed to dance a little dance of joy in your heart, as you wrapped your hands into Frank’s hair, and pulled him closer and closer.

Only when you were completely out of breath, you eventually pulled away, leaning your forehead to Frank’s shoulder. He used the opportunity to push the collar of the bathrobe away a bit, and placed butterfly kisses on your neck until you were giggling.

“I know I can’t make you stay,” Frank suddenly said, lifting his head. You did too, looking down on him from where you sat in his lap. “I know that if you truly want to leave the band, nothing and nobody can stop you. But when you do… do you think you could stay at least with me? I don’t want to lose you.”

Confused you furrowed your brows at him, tilting your head to ask what he meant.

“Do you think you could give me – us – a second chance. I love you, (y/n), I love your passion and how you never take shit from anyone, how patient you are, how caring, and you’re the most beautiful person I could ever imagine. I love you so fucking much, and I know I probably ruined any chance, but if I haven’t-”

“You haven’t,” you interrupted him.

Frank eyes widened hopefully, and he watched you very closely as he continued. “So if I asked you to be mine- will you be mine?”

“As much as you’ll be mine,” you answered, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour, as Frank laughed in disbelief.

“My heart’s been yours from the first moment on,” he breathed, before pressing his lips to yours again.

But instead of losing yourself in his kiss, you pulled away again.

“Ask me the other thing,” you demanded, making him look at you confused.

“The other-” he stopped, realisation hitting him like a freight train, and he barely managed to get the words out quickly enough. “Please stay in the band, please I beg you. Will you stay in the band?”

You smiled softly, and brushed his hair out of his eyes, before slowly getting up from his lap. Offering him a hand you helped him up. Immediately he placed his hands back at your waist, his eyes searching for an answer to his question in yours.

“Let’s go to bed,” you whispered, “We have a long tour ahead of us, and I don’t wanna miss out on a proper bed.”

“Is that a-”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll stay in the band. If you stop throwing shit at me on stage.”

Gently you pushed Frank down on the bed, and quickly he scrambled to get under the blanket before he opened his arms for you to crawl into. You followed his invitation without hesitation.

“I promise I’ll only throw myself at you from now on,” he whispered, and you could hear the sly grin in his voice, but when you placed your head on his chest, his heart was racing. He was not at all feeling as cool about the situation as he pretended. It made you grin, and you found yourself liking him even more than before.

“Approved, but only under the condition that you take the guitar off before.”

“That can be arranged,” Frank nodded, playing around with the hem of the bathrobe you were still wearing. “Hey, is that one of my shirts?”

Quickly you sat up again, and brushed the bathrobe off, revealing the shirt you had found in your bag, and put on.

“You packed that one for me,” you accused, but when you glanced at Frank, you found he looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

“You look so good in my clothes,” he whispered, pulling you back down to his chest, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, and while he told you more about how he had felt in the months in which you had been fighting, how heartbroken he had been, how helpless, and how much he had loved you the whole time, you listened to his steady heartbeat until you had fallen asleep.

“Of course she was serious, when she said she wanted to leave,” Ray shook his head, pouring milk into his cereal. “Frank’s been harassing her for months. I’m surprised she didn’t quit sooner.”

“I always thought it was all in good fun between them,” Gerard sighed, sipping from his coffee. “I thought they were goofing around, not actually fighting. I mean, he’s so fucking hard in love with her...”

“Well, yesterday evening they were actually fighting,” Mikey mumbled. “Kept me up ‘till two before they finally shut up.”

“Do you think they killed each other?”

“If yes, we’re in real trouble finding not one, but two new band members,” Mikey sighed.

“I’m not offering my friends again,” Ray quickly defended. “She’s probably already mad that I didn’t shut Frank down more often. I don’t wanna loose more friends.”

“Do we even know anyone who plays drums and would join us?”

“You won’t need a new drummer, if you’ll still have me.”

Your voice made the three look up from their breakfast table, their eyes widening as they saw Frank and you standing next to them. It looked weird seeing the two of you standing so close next to each other without fuming from the mouths. Like an alternative reality, or real life Photoshop.

“Does that mean you’ll stay,” Ray asked, hopeful, his eyes quickly flickering to where Frank’s and your pinkies were linked between you.

“Frank and I talked tonight,” you answered and pulled out a chair, sitting down next to Ray. Frank took the chair on your other side, throwing his arm around your shoulder, and leant over, gently nudging his nose against your jaw before he placed a kiss there. “He had a few very compelling arguments for me to stay.”

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mybelovedwoo · 2 years

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in which you realise you can't live without each other

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship, comfort / wc: 1.1k

warnings: mention of eating, crying, making out/kissing

note: I had barely any time lately, so I couldn't watch any Ateez content, and I missed them so much. I wrote down all my emotions in this. I can't wait to catch up with all the videos :)

You weren't this distant with Wooyoung ever in your relationship before. It's not because you had a fight or you don't love each other anymore, it's simply because life is not on your side these days, you both are very busy people.

He is working almost every day, from early in the morning to late at night. Another semester started, so you have so much schoolwork to do, that it's actually painful. Lately, your relationship depends on texts and small phone calls here and there, you don't even remember the last time you saw him.

It isn't easy to learn though when all you have in mind is him, and how much you miss him, his gentle touch on your skin, his smile that brightens the whole room he's in, his voice that calms you down immediately, his laugh that makes you the happiest girl in the world, his love that he only has for you.

It's pretty late at night, you haven't gotten up from your desk in hours, you have awfully bad pain in your back, and you didn't even have dinner yet. You started to look around for your phone to check the time, and you found it thrown on your bed. You thought you could have a little break, so you jumped to the bed, laying on your stomach and playing with your legs in the air.

You opened your phone and there was a message from your boyfriend, asking if you had dinner already. He is so caring, he loves to look after you, even when you are not together physically, it's just another love language of his.

You were about to reply to him when a little picture of him, making a funny face popped up on your phone. You didn't expect him to call you this late, he must be exhausted from practice earlier today.

You answered the phone and were about to scold him that he is not resting and for being on his phone instead, but as soon as you heard his voice you couldn't bare to upset him, it was impossible for you to do, he made you the happiest in the world just by hearing his lovely voice.

"Hello my love, how have you been today?" he asked with the the warmest voice, it was full of love and sincerity. You swear it brought tears to your eyes, your heart even skipped a beat.

"I'm fine, but I'm still not ready studying, I have a lot of things to do." You told him honestly, not for him to feel sorry for you, but you always told him everything.

"Did you have dinner already, right?" He was concerned, he knew how you can sometimes forget about yourself when you get caught up with something. He hated when you didn't take care of yourself, you were the most precious thing to him, and you can't even look after yourself, how dare you hurt his baby.

"It's already this late? Oh, I didn't even notice, yeah I had a snack here and there..." Okay, maybe you didn't tell him everything all the time, but it was for the good. You didn't want to worry him, you are a big girl and you can take care of yourself, you are just forgetful, that's all. You tried to lie to him, okay not lie, just skipped that part of the answer, but he noticed it right away, of course, he knew you better than yourself.

"I know you didn't eat yet. Now open the door." You were super confused. What does he mean? Why would you open the door? You couldn't even react to him when you heard keys clinging at your door.

"I swear, you make me look for my keys at bottom of my bag." That's when you realized what was happening. You got up immediately and ran to the door at full speed. But he was already taking off his shoes when you got there.

You jumped at him with the biggest smile on your face. It was like you finally got home after a long trip, you didn't want to leave ever again, because it was the most comforting thing ever, the warmest place on earth, your safe place.

You broke the hug to look at him, it was the hardest thing to ever do. When you looked at him in the eyes, you cupped his face on both sides with your hands. His eyes were filled with tears.

He got emotional when he smelled your scent, it was his favorite scent in the world. He loved just randomly smelling you when you were together, even in public. He didn't even notice how much he missed your scent, until now.

"You smell nice." All he said, no more words were needed.

You went to the living room and sat down on the couch, cuddling up to each other. His skin felt so soft on you, it was just like silk. His body was so weak, you could feel it, it must be because of the exhaustion due to the practice.

"You can't imagine how painfully lonely my life was without you here." You told him as you caressed his hair, and admired the features of his face.

"Baby, I think I realized something." He told you as he leaned into your touch. You gave him all your attention for him to continue his thoughts. "I can't live without you anymore."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, not because you weren't expecting him to say such a thing, but because you were feeling the same thing.

"Good thing I'm not planning to live without you." You tried to comfort him. All you ever wanted was to take away all his pain, to protect him from it all, and catch him when he falls because when he is happy there is nothing like it on earth.

His eyes were sparkling and he made a quick glance at your lips. You knew exactly what was about to happen, you knew all of his moves and glances. He gently kissed you, it was warm and passionate, and it has all of his love in it. You didn't need much time to pick up his rhythm, you were already used to each other.

He gently ran over the tip of his tounges at your bottom lip, so you did the same thing. The kissing got hotter in a second. He carefully laid you down on your back as he got on top of you. You don't even know how long it lasted, but neither of you wanted to stop it, you just went with the flow, it was like you were teenagers again and making out after school before your parents came home from work.

But sadly he suddenly broke your make-out session. You finally had time to catch your breath.

"Wait, trust me, I want to continue this really badly, but we should have dinner first, you didn't even eat yet." It wasn't the moment for him to be so caring, but how could you ever say no to him? At this very moment, you would do anything he would ask you to do.

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ijwrsmff · 2 years

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yandere loid yandere loid yandere loid

Hehehe. I have written the thing. Also featuring Platonic! Yandere! Anya! I adore them. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it ^^

Word count: 1,196

You didn’t know it…but he found you.

Loud was going through single people in the area, looking for a potential spouse. Your profile was exactly what he was seeking to find. Someone normal…good looking, but normal in the sense you didn’t seem like a spy, nor did you have any criminal history. It would be a shame if someone as perfect as you were to get into any legal trouble and ruin his plans.

You were just going to the store, getting some groceries, when you bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed as you picked up the items you dropped and helped the man to pick up his own items.

A small laugh came from the man, “It’s okay! I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.” He said as he looked at you.

You smiled at the man, and found yourself in awe…this man…he was gorgeous.

The man smiled back at you and held out his hand to shake yours, “I’m Loid. Loid Forger!” And he helped you place the items dropped into your cart.

“Nice to meet you Loid!” You sighed, “I have to get going now, but thank you for helping me!”

Loud laughed, “It was my fault you dropped your items, it’s only fair I help pick them up!” He turned to leave, and for a second…you were sad to see him go. He seemed like such a kind man. But, you didn’t want to get your hopes up of a possible friendship just yet.

After leaving the grocery store, you headed home with your groceries. And you thought that encounter would be the last time you saw Loid Forger.

But you were wrong.

From then on out, you ran into Loid a couple times. Funny how you never noticed this man before, but now you were seeing him all over the place. Not enough to suspect anything nefarious, but it was certainly interesting how much your lives seemed to overlap.

At one point, you even met his daughter. They were at the store getting peanuts, when Anya ran up to you.

“Papa! It’s y/n!” She exclaimed and ran up to you, giving you a big hug.

You smiled at the young girl, “Hi Anya! It’s so good to see you again!” You picked her up and spun her around, something she loved for you to do.

Anya turned back to Loid with a shocked expression on her face, before turning back to you with a smirk.

‘What’s got her so happy?’ You thought. ‘She’s just so cute…I wonder if she has a mother…’

You set Anya down, and she walked back over to Loid and looked faint.

Loid immediately looked concerned, “Anya? What’s wrong?” He patted her head, and checked her forehead for a fever.

It also made you concerned, so you walked closer to the two of them.

She stumbled back to her dad, and said “I am just so upset. I have a papa, but most kids have two parents. I love my papa, but I want another parent. I wanna be a happy family of three.” She looked at you with the same smirk.

‘So…he’s single? Maybe…I can ask for his number…’ You thought, looking at the two with a hopeful expression on your face.

Loid seemed shocked by Anya’s “outburst” and looked at you.

He smiled, with a light blush on his face as Anya continued, “Y/n is so nice, papa you should get their number and date them so I can have two parents.” Which only caused his blush to get deeper.

“So…what do you say, y/n? I’m not asking you to jump in and be a parent immediately, but Anya likes you. That’s very important to me.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “We could…go on a few dates and see where it goes.”

You blushed as well, Loid was so handsome…he wanted to go on dates with you? ‘I wouldn’t mind going on dates…and Anya is such a sweet kid, maybe…maybe this could work out.’

You didn’t realize how long you’d been lost in thought until Anya ran back up to you, “Please? I like you lots!”

Bringing you out of your thoughts, you stuttered, “Y-yes! I would like that!” And you gave them a genuine smile.

You didn’t notice…but both Anya and Loid reacted to your statement by smirking briefly.

Got you.

After that, you went on a couple dates. Loid was making sure you would be the perfect partner.

You didn’t trust him immediately, but after a couple dates he asked you to visit his home so you could see Anya and you all could watch her favorite spy show together.

Not thinking anything of it, you agreed. He seemed kind, and you quickly grew to love Anya. She was one of the sweetest and smartest kids you’ve ever encountered, so you were excited to see her more.

You reached their apartment, and were about to knock when Anya pulled the door open. How did she know you were here?

“Y/n! Papa they’re here!” She rushed towards you and jumped, hugging you like a koala.

With a laugh, you hugged her back, holding her up. “Hey Anya!” You walked into their apartment, still carrying Anya.

Loid came into view, coming from somewhere down the hallway. “Hello! It’s good to see you again!” He laughed at the sight of you and Anya, “You can’t cling to them forever!”

She sighed, and said “Why not? They don’t mind! Do you?” And she looked up at you with the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Of course not! I don’t mind carrying my little Anya forever!” And you meant it. You loved this little girl with all your heart. You’d seen her out with Loid a good number of times when you were around town, so you’ve had plenty of time to get to know Anya as well as Loid.

But honestly? Who WOULDN’T love Anya, even after the first meeting.

Loid gave a dramatic sigh, defeated. “At least let them go until we finish our apartment tour.” He gave Anya a look you couldn’t decipher, and she got down immediately.

He walked you through the kitchen and living room, then showed you where the bathroom was, and skipped past a certain door in the hallway. Anya was very excited to show you her adorable room, and introduce you to Mr. Chimera.

Loid showed you his room briefly, then went to the door he skipped.

“And this…is your room.” He said.

Suddenly…you got a bad feeling. “My room? Wh-” You were cut off when Loid placed something over your mouth. Some kind of cloth damp with an unknown liquid.

You felt yourself getting faint, and Loid caught you in his arm, while still using the other to hold this cloth over your mouth.

Your vision was getting blurry, and before you lost consciousness…you heard a conversation between Loid and Anya that filled you with fear.

Anya looked excited, “Papa! Papa! Can we keep them?” She said, all but jumping up and down.

The last thing you heard was Loid’s voice.

“Yes…we'll keep them. Forever.”

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scarlet-star-witch · 3 years

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Since I’ve been loving you (Part II)

Fezco x Female OC

Summary: Fez and his sunshine learn how to navigate the dangers of his job and her past relationship that threatens to ruin it all for them

Word Count: 12.2K

Warnings: Mouse being a creep, Nate being a toxic piece of shit, mentions of anxiety and a panic attack, and SMUT!

AN: This is an OC story because the character is named, but there are no physical descriptions xx

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

He hated to see his sunshine upset.

Every time she so much as had a headache, Fez treated her like she was minutes away from being admitted to the hospital.

Truth was, it made him feel better to be at her beck and call in those moments, to do anything he could to make her feel better because he couldn’t stand to see her in any kind of pain.

She’d be the first person to admit, she was a total wimp when it came to pain. She once stubbed her toe and crumpled to the ground with a cry like she’d just been kneecapped. Ash had laughed at her dramatics, but Fez, who had come sprinting into the room with his gun in hand, hadn’t found it as funny.

She had Fez wrapped around her finger. The second she showed signs of being unwell, either physically or mentally, he was there for her like her own personal care worker.

When it was her time of the month and cramps became too much to handle, Fez would make the flavored tea he knew she liked, he would warm up her heating pad, grab her fuzzy socks from her stash of clothes she always kept at his place and let her put on whatever she wanted on the tv, much to Ash’s chagrin.

He was one more episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race away from putting a bullet in the tv just to make it stop.

But Fez was always willing to do whatever it took to make her feel better, even if he was completely out of his depth.

And that happened more than he liked.

When she came to his place after a long day at school, Fez and Ash were shocked when she slammed the door, hard enough to rattle the windows and stomped up the stairs without even a glance or greeting of hello, something that was very unlike her usual sunny disposition.

Fez’s gaze stayed locked on the staircase she had just stormed off from, his face twisted with worry and his lips parted with shock. He looked over his shoulder, sharing an uneasy look with Ash who just shrugged in response.

“Don’t look at me, I ain’t dealin’ with that shit.”

With a heavy sigh, Fez got to his feet and made his way up the stairs to find Stevie in his room - well, it was practically their shared room at the point, she was over all the time. He watched her, wincing slightly as she threw her backpack on the bed with a force so unlike her he found he was reluctant to put himself in this situation.

But one look at her face let him know she was upset, on the verge of tears, and that put an end to any hesitancy on his end.

“You ok, sunshine?”

“Obviously not.” She spoke in a clipped tone making him wince even further, scratching at the back of his head.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.” She answered swiftly, taking her textbooks out of her bag with a force like they had done something to offend her.

“Kay, I’ll be down-”

“I just don’t get why friends can’t have an honest, civil conversation.” Stevie interrupted, beginning her tirade and completely negating her previous statement. Fez stayed quiet in the doorway, watching her with worry as she paced back and forth in the small room.

“People just need to head straight into these wild assumptions that obviously aren’t true. What’s the point of having a friend if you’re not even going to trust them, or listen to them when they try to fucking speak?”

“Kay, baby, you gotta catch me up to speed here. Who’s pissin’ you off?”

“Maddy. She went on this insane tirade against me. I think the phrase ‘backstabbing slut’ was used at least twenty times.”

Fez’s anger rose and he straightened his posture, his arms crossing over his chest as his immediate instinct to confront anyone who had hurt her rose, but this was Maddy Perez she was talking about. He wasn’t touching that conflict even if you paid him.

“Why the hell she call you that?” He asked, practically spitting his words, his anger evident.

Stevie suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions all at once. She was both touched and amused by his willingness to stand up for her, to get angry whenever someone wronged her. But the inevitable truth she’d been avoiding for so long was finally catching up to her and she dreaded Fez’s reaction to her big secret.

“It’s stupid.”

“You’re upset. Obviously ain’t stupid.” He spoke softly as he stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in his. “You know you can tell me anythin’.”

“I know.” Stevie said quietly, almost bashfully. She was dreading what came next and as she looked into the beautiful blue eyes of her boyfriend, she knew she couldn’t back out of this.

“Ok, what I’m about to tell you is most likely going to make you really angry and upset at me because I didn’t tell you. But you need to know now that me not telling you this very tiny, stupid and honestly, irrelevant, detail is only because I’m so fucking embarrassed about it and you have to promise not to judge me.”

Fez watched her as she ranted, her voice frantic and rapid, the way it always got when she was nervous and it brought an amused smirk to his face.

“Damn, baby, you gotta remember to breathe once in a while.”

Stevie sighed and stared down at him in annoyance. “Fez this is serious.”

He sat up, a nervous feeling pulsing through him suddenly at her serious tone. “Ok.” He said slowly, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“Maddy hates me because I went out with her boyfriend.”

Fez’s face screwed up in confusion and when he looked up at her she saw a hint of fear in his eyes.

“It was years ago, a long time before we were a thing.” She clarified quickly. “Jesus, Fez, who do you think I am?” She mumbled, swatting his shoulder lightly for the two-timing he thought she was insinuating.

“Ok, so who’s the guy?”

Stevie clammed up, her lips pursing as a look of disdain flashed across her face, portraying just how much she did not want to come clean.

“C’mon, you said you were embarrassed so I’m not gonna get jealous or think you still have feelings for the guy. Just tell me.”

Stevie averted her gaze from Fez and blurted out the one name that made her stomach curl.

“Nate Jacobs.”

The moment after the name was uttered, the room fell eerily silent. Fez’s face was frozen in an expression of shock and distaste. He didn’t know much about Nate Jacobs personally, all he did know was that he was an arrogant, cocky asshole who always looked down at him whenever he came into the store.

He was the definition of privilege and he always found a way to piss off Fez when he was in close contact.

He couldn’t imagine his sweet sunshine ever falling for the man’s tricks.

“You serious?”

“Yeah.” Stevie admitted quietly.

“You… and that douchebag… you two were…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. The thought of his girl with that guy made his skin crawl. The thought of Stevie with anyone but him wasn’t a pleasant thought, but Nate Jacobs, that thought was too awful to comprehend.

“It was a long time ago.”

Fez just nodded, his mind continuing to race as he tried to picture the sweet girl he knew with that asshole. It still didn’t make sense.

“Fez, I swear to you, he means absolutely nothing to me, he hasn’t meant anything to me for years.”

“Did you two… did you… ?”

The unfinished question was obvious and Stevie nodded shamefully, cringing slightly at having to admit it.

“He was my first.” She whispered and Fez’s brows furrowed further in an expression of disdain.

Fez knew a lot of girls cherished their first time and he hated the thought that Nate Jacobs could be a lingering thought for his girl, that he could have any significance in her life.

“It’s not a big deal.” Stevie added quickly, trying her hardest to think of ways to ease his mind. “It’s not like it meant a whole lot. I’ve been with plenty of guys since- ok, I’m not helping.” She stopped herself when she saw the derision cross over his face at the topic of her with other men.

Fez stayed quiet, wringing his hands together as he tried to make sense of the news. It all seemed like a practical joke. Sensing his discomfort, Stevie took a seat next to him on the bed, making sure to leave a wide amount of space between them.

“Do you hate me now?”

Fez’s face twisted in disbelief and looked over at her with a slight scoff, nudging her gently. “You crazy, you know that?”

She laughed slightly when she noticed his smirk, relief coursing through her at the moment of brevity, thankful he wasn’t holding a grudge. She wouldn’t blame him if he did, it was a big bomb to drop and most people would have a hard time accepting the blunder.

“There’s nothin’ you could do to make me hate you. I’m just… I dunno, surprised I guess. Never would’a pictured you with someone like him.”

“I wouldn’t either. I was a stupid kid who wanted validation from anyone that would give it to me. It took a while for me to realize I shouldn’t take it from just anyone. I raised my standards after him.” She said with a smile, leaning in closer to Fez to emphasize her point.

He scoffed and shook his head. “Don’t think that’s true.”

Stevie slapped his chest lightly in admonishment. “Shut up.”

“What? Not like datin’ a drug dealer’s much better than datin’ an arrogant douchebag.”

“Yes it is.” Stevie stated simply. “Dealing’s what you do, not who you are.”

Fez just shrugged and she tilted her head, looking at him intently. “Fez, you have no idea what a good guy you are, do you?”

Noticing his passive expression, one that showed just how much he didn’t believe her words, she moved closer to him, throwing her leg over his lap to straddle him. She wound her arms around his neck, letting her forehead rest against his.

She smiled lightly as she felt his hands gently rest at her back, rubbing soothing patterns, a motion that had become instinctual anytime she was in his arms.

“You’ve called me a genius before, right?”

“Cause you are one.”

“So do you really think I, a certified genius, would waste my time with someone I thought wasn’t worthy of me?”

Fez sighed heavily, leaning back to look at her plainly, knowing he was trapped in her logic. “That’s not-”

“Don’t try to deny it.” She interrupted. “You’re a good guy, Fez. The best guy I’ve ever been with and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

His lips twitched in the slightest, smallest smile and when she kissed him quickly, the smile grew into one of genuine happiness.

“You’re not going to judge me because of Nate, right?”

“I’d never do that. Never judge you for anything.” He told her honestly, finding the notion absolutely ridiculous.

“And I won’t for you either.”

Fez exhaled loudly, looking at her with a pointed stare, making her laugh. She had trapped him again.

“Ok, you fuckin’ genius, you got me.”

She laughed and leaned down, kissing him firmly. “Yeah, I got you.”

Fez swallowed thickly, having to repress a shiver at the low tone of her voice that made the hair on his arms stand at attention. He cleared his throat, shaking himself of the hazy, lust-induced fog she easily put him in.

“So you gonna talk to Maddy and work things out?” He asked, getting the conversation back on track.

“I dunno, probably not any time soon. She’s not gonna wanna listen to anything I have to say.”

He could see her anxiety creep back in and he tightened his grip on her waist. “You worried for her?”

“Yeah, Maddy thinks Nate is god’s gift to women. She doesn’t see who he really is. She doesn’t know how manipulative and possessive he is. I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Fez was always protective of Stevie. He was before they even got together, Jeff’s busted up face was proof of that, and he found himself wanting to protect her from her own past.

He didn’t know Nate well but he knew the guy was a narcissist who wouldn’t take well to a strong, smart woman like Stevie seeing right through his pretentious bullshit. He knew what a girl like Stevie could do to a man, he was lucky enough to have her by his side, but he knew he’d go crazy if he ever lost her.

He didn’t know what a man like Nate would do with that loss.

His instincts told him to wrap her up tight in his arms and never let go. Never give Nate the opportunity to even have a bad thought against her.

He would do whatever he could to protect her.

By the time the next party rolled around, Fez kept his arm firmly over Stevie’s shoulders as they stepped into the crowded house that was vibrating with the volume of the music. He sent hard stares to the men whose eyes wandered over her form greedily, the silent warning enough to have them avert their predatory gazes.

Fez usually let Stevie do her own thing at parties. Sure, they’d spend time together, she’d be at his side while he chilled in whatever spot he could find, but if she wanted to go be with her friends, she would.

But after hearing about her past with Nate, hearing just how toxic the man was, he was suddenly reluctant to let her leave his side and beyond relieved that she had chosen to spend the majority of the night with him.

“I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?” She yelled over the music and he shook his head.

“Nah, baby, I’m good.”

“Ok, I’ll be back.” She kissed his cheek and stood from the couch. He kept his eyes on her as she weaved her way through the crowd and shifted uncomfortably when he lost sight of her.

He felt the couch dip beside him and he looked over, seeing Rue laying beside him, a lazy smile on her face, betraying just how high she already was.

“Looks like you’re havin’ a good night.”

“Don’t I always?” Rue slurred with a triumphant grin. “Where’s Stevie? I thought you two were attached at the hip nowadays.”

Fez glared playfully at her and took a long drag of his joint. “She’s getting a drink.”

Rue nodded, though the mischievous smirk on her face never wavered, letting him know he probably wasn’t going to love where this conversation was going to go.

“So… things are good with you two?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” He answered vaguely. It wasn’t a lie by any means. The past year of his life with her was one he never could’ve imagined for himself. He was in a paradise he wanted to last forever.

“I heard she finally came clean about Nate.”

Fez’s brows furrowed and he looked at Rue with an expression that showed just how unamused he was by the choice of topic of conversation.

“What? She told me.” Rue defended, assuming the expression on his face was because she knew about the past his girl was so ashamed of. “Honestly, I couldn’t believe it when they got together, but a girl’s gotta eat, you know?”

Fez’s expression twisted into one of derision, but Rue didn’t notice and continued her rambling.

“I know she hates him now, so you got nothing to worry about. Besides, Stevie’s told me that you’re really good in bed. Not that I wanna know that about you, it kinda makes me wanna throw up thinking about you and my best friend together like that. But hey, at least you know you’re better in bed than Nate Jacobs. That’s a win, right?”

“Rue, please stop talkin’.”

The inebriated woman snickered in amusement and leaned further into the couch, feeling more relaxed now that the drugs she had just taken had kicked in.

“Hey, you got any more for me?” She slurred slightly, motioning to his pocket that was full of supply for the party goers.

“I just gave you some a few days ago.”

“Yeah, and? That was a few days ago, today is… today.”

Fez looked at her with uncertainty. His instincts, the part of him that cared deeply for her, telling him not to give her any more.

“I dunno, Rue, you-”

“Fez, I’m fine. You know I know when to stop.”

“Do you?” He questioned and Rue straightened, looking taken aback by his question.

“Look, I’m really not in the mood for this deep ass conversation. Can you just give it to me? I’ll go bug Stevie for it if I have to.”

“Nah, you’re not getting her involved in this shit.”

“She doesn’t sell with you? She’s wicked smart, she’d be an amazing business partner and you two are already banging, so, you know, you get the best of both worlds.”

“Jesus christ, Rue, no. She’s not in this shit, don’t want her near it.” Fez said sternly, his anger beginning to rise, one that stemmed from deep seeded fear of the dangers of his life following her.

“Ok, ok.” Rue raised her hands in defense, sensing his growing tension. “But I mean, she’s with you, she’s kinda already in it.”

Fez took a long drag of his joint, the tension that radiated throughout his body making him go rigid as her words washed over him with the harshness of an ice bath.

He didn’t want to think about it. Because if he did, he would know she was right and that thought terrified him.

In the crowded house, Stevie had finally elbowed her way into the kitchen and began to pour herself a concoction of whatever alcohol was there.

She flinched as she felt a hand on the small of her back and abruptly moved out of the grip, glaring over her shoulder to whoever had just touched her so forwardly.

Her stomach dropped, her glare now smoldering as she met the smug smile of Nate Jacobs.

“What are you doing?”

“Wanted to talk. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, well, exes usually don’t keep in touch.”

Nate watched her intently as she made her drink, his piercing gaze making her skin prickle uncomfortably. With her patience wearing thin and her being a few drinks deep, giving her enough liquid courage to move past her usual anxious default way of thinking that told her to stay quiet, she turned to him, a stern look in her eyes.

“Is there something you need from me or are you just trying to get on my nerves?”

Nate laughed slightly. “Damn, Stevie, you’ve gotten brave. The girl I knew would never talk to someone like that.”

“So you are just trying to get on my nerves, great.” She drawled, ignoring his comment.

“Hey, come on.” He grabbed her arm to stop her before she could leave the room. “I wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“I know you told Maddy a bunch of bullshit about me.”

“It’s not bullshit. You were a terrible boyfriend and honestly, you scared the shit out of me. I thought I owed Maddy the courtesy of telling her what she was getting herself into.”

“It’s been years, Stevie. People can change. You of all people should know that.”

Her face creased with confusion at the pointed tone of his voice. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, don’t try to play dumb with me. We both know you’re smarter than that.” Nate accused, his charming smile never wavering.

“Nate, I really don’t know what you’re trying to do here and honestly, I don’t give a shit. So if you could let go of me, I’ll be on my way and we’ll never have to speak to each other again.”

Nate laughed again, the sound, though seemingly innocent to many, sounded menacing to her.

“Goody two-shoes Stevie dating a drug dealer. Now, I didn’t believe it when I first heard it, thought it was some idiotic rumour. But then I see you walk in here with that low-life’s arm around you.”

Stevie grit her teeth, her jaw clenched tightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. To any bystander, it would be obvious how angry and uncomfortable she was. But no one dared to intervene, no one dared to step up to the Nate Jacobs.

“You know nothing about him.”

She moved to step out of the room, but he grabbed her by the arm again, making her tense every instinct in her body yelling at her to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. Her heart began to beat faster as he leaned in close to her, practically nose to nose with her.

“Stay the hell out of my relationship.” Nate warned, his voice low, the threat he posed to her clear.

She yanked her arm out of his grip, her face drawn tightly with a fierce glare. “If you even think about hurting Maddy, you’re daddy won’t be able to fix what happens to you.”

She turned on her heel before he could say anything more and quickly bumped her way through the crowd, only able to breathe once she knew she was out of his sight, his cold glare no longer crawling over her like a parasite.

She could feel her hands shaking, her anxiety off the charts from the confrontation she hadn’t expected to have and all she wanted was to make her way back to Fez. She flinched, jumping back when she felt a hand on her side. Noticing it was only Kat, she relaxed, placing a hand over her racing heart.

Kat was looking at her worriedly, concerned for her agitated state. “Hey, are you ok? You look upset.”

“I’m good. You know how I am in crowds.” Stevie plastered on a smile she hoped was convincing enough.

“You sure? Cause I… I heard what happened with you and Maddy.”

Stevie blew out a long breath, her annoyance rising. That was the last thing she wanted to talk about now.

“I’m fine, I guess. I dunno. I’m upset, but I can’t change her mind for her.”

“She’ll get over it soon. You know how she gets about boys. She’ll be obsessive over him for a while then she’ll realize how crazy she’s being. I mean, it’s not like you were with him when you knew she had a thing for him.”

Stevie just shrugged, she didn’t know if she had much hope for Maddy to come around. And if she was being honest with herself, she didn’t really want her to, not if she was going to be with Nate.

She didn’t want to be anywhere near the guy.

Sensing that she wasn’t in the mood to talk about the drama, Kat smiled sadly and grabbed her friend’s hand.

“You wanna dance?”

Before she could answer, Stevie was already being dragged to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room.

She normally wouldn’t be one to dance at a party like this, not with the amount of eyes that could potentially find her, but with her nerves fried from the confrontation with Nate, she was willing to just say ‘fuck it’. She downed her drink in one swallow, tossing the empty red solo cup over her shoulder as she followed Kat to the crowd of grinding teenagers.

Across the room, where Fez was seated with Rue, he heard the girl beside him laugh loudly in delight.

“Well, fuck me, I never thought I’d see the day.” Rue mused with a smile. Fez looked to where she was pointing, only to see his girl dancing without a care in the world, a wide smile on her face.

His own smile began to grow, the sight warming his insides.

He only ever saw her let loose like that in the car, singing along to her favorite songs, or in the kitchen as she made dinner for him and Ash, paying no mind to the way Ash would roll his eyes and call her embarrassing or the way he’d watch her adoringly.

He never thought he’d see her dance like that in a crowd and he felt a surge of pride inside him swelling for her, so happy to see her let loose the way he knew she always wanted to.

Stevie caught his eye and when he raised a questioning brow she just shrugged in response.

After the confrontation with Nate, all she wanted was to crawl into Fez’s arms and beg to go home, away from the party, away from Nate. But now, as she danced with Kat, the alcohol numbing her senses, Nate was the last thing on her mind. Telling Fez and retreating was the last thing on her mind.

She figured there were certain things she didn’t have to tell Fez.

She didn’t want to worry him. And she knew he would worry, he always did when it came to her.

So staying quiet about Nate was the new plan.

Their relationship was wonderful. It was healthy, they were both outgoing people who didn’t have jealous tendencies or petty arguments over nothing.

But despite it all, there were things they kept from each other.

For Fez, he told himself the less she knew the better. He didn’t want her anywhere near his business and while, sometimes it was inevitable, she’d be in the store with him when people came in to buy, there were certain people he never wanted to know she existed.

Stevie came home one Thursday evening, dragging her feet tiredly. She’d spent hours at the library studying for an upcoming exam she was nervous about and with barely a kiss to Fez’s cheek in passing, she was shuffling towards the bedroom.

Fez smiled at the sight of her and got to his feet to follow her. He let out a laugh when he came to their bedroom and saw her sprawled face down on the bed. In a second, he was laying down next to her.

“Don’t know why you’re so worried ‘bout this. You know you got this.” He told her, his smile only widening as she just groaned into her pillow in response.

She rolled onto her back lazily, blinking up at him tiredly. “My teacher’s an asshole. I swear he has it out for me. I need to ace this or my grade’s gonna slip.”

She sat up with a groan and reached to take her books out to continue with her studying, but Fez stopped her, tossing the books to the foot of the bed and pushing her back to lay down.

“Nah, you can do that later. You need to rest.”

“But-”

“The books will still be there and you’ve done enough today. Just sleep for a bit, you deserve a break.”

She looked uncertain for a moment, but the desire to nap was too great to deny and she relaxed in his hold.

“Fine.” She mumbled and he couldn’t help but find the tiredness of her voice that made her sound so soft, the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

“Here.” Fez grabbed his hoodie he knew she loved to wear and tossed it over to her. He watched as she changed out of her jeans and into her sweats and hauled the enormous sweater over her head, her much smaller frame engulfed in the fabric.

He smiled adoringly at her and kissed her forehead before letting her lay back down in bed.

He pulled the comforter over her shoulders and wrapped his arm over her waist, nuzzling into her, placing a gentle kiss to the slope of her neck, making her hum in pleasure tiredly.

He laid with her until he heard her breathing even out and he knew she was asleep.

Even then, he waited, indulging in a few more minutes wrapped up with her in his arms. It was hard to tear himself away, but he didn’t want to disturb her.

He carefully got out of bed, sparing one last, loving look at her sleeping form before closing the door as quietly as possible and making his way downstairs to avoid disturbing her.

Ash was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him, his face dark and serious, making his insides twist with nerves. He didn’t need to hear anything to know something was wrong.

“What’s up?”

“Mouse is coming.”

“What?” Fez spat, his heart rate spiking as fear struck him like a bolt of lightning. “Thought he was comin’ tomorrow.”

Tomorrow Stevie would be at her parents house. Tomorrow she wouldn't be at his place, she wouldn’t be around for Mouse to torment, she wouldn’t be in danger.

“Well now he’s comin’ in five minutes.”

“Fuck.” Fez muttered, running a hand over his face as he breathed heavily.

“What are we gonna do about Stevie? We gotta get her outta here.” Ash said, the worry clear in his voice.

Fez couldn’t even take the time to tease his brother for the love he was showing his girlfriend. He couldn’t even enjoy the sweet moment. He just placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder to ease him.

“She’s asleep. As long as she stays that way, we’ll be fine. Mouse won’t know she’s here.” Fez told him, moving to take Stevie’s shoes by the front door and hide them in the coat closet, making sure there was no evidence of her presence for Mouse to find.

“This ain’t a good idea, bro.” Ash said nervously. Like Fez, the thought of Mouse getting his hands on that sweet girl, made him feel sick.

“Yeah, well, it’s the only one we got. We ain’t got time for anything else.”

Only a few minutes later, a knock at the door sounded. Fez winced slightly, praying to god the sound wouldn’t wake his sunshine upstairs.

The deal was going smoothly and Fez was successfully ignoring his racing pulse that he could feel thrumming throughout his entire body. He ignored the sick, twisting feeling in his gut that made him want to puke.

Upstairs, Stevie was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the dangerous men in the house. In her sleep, her leg stretched out, pushing the textbooks off the foot of the bed, causing them to crash to the floor with a loud bang.

She startled awake, moaning tiredly. Turning over, she noticed Fez was no longer beside her and she sat up, rubbing her tired eyes.

Downstairs, Fez briefly wondered how many seconds it would take until he dropped dead of a heart attack. He could feel his entire body thrumming with nervous energy, his hands twitching, ready to reach into the cushion for the hidden gun if he needed to.

Mouse’s eyes moved from the ceiling to look at Fez with a deadly scowl, causing the younger man to hold back a wince, trying his best to play it cool and not show how utterly petrified he was.

“What the fuck was that? You got someone here?”

“No, no one’s here.”

Upstairs and still unaware of the danger she was about to put herself in, Stevie left the room and began to make her way down the stairs to find Fez and make herself a very much needed cup of coffee.

Hearing her soft footsteps coming down the stairs, Fez’s eyes widened and he shared a brief look of panic with Ash, the both of them dreading what would come next.

Stevie’s tired demeanor changed the instant she rounded the corner and saw the faces of two unfamiliar and frankly, terrifying looking men staring back at her with interest.

“Thought you said no one was here.” Mouse accused, looking over his shoulder at Fez to glare at him briefly before quickly turning his attention back to the young woman in front of him whose scared expression intrigued him.

Stevie looked at Fez, her eyes wide and filled with a million questions. First of which was ‘who the fuck is this guy?’. She didn’t know who he was, but she knew he wasn’t a good guy, that much was easy to tell right away.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Mouse asked her, his beady eyes looking over every inch of her, making her want to curl up into a ball.

“Stevie.” She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly.

“Stevie? Like that bitch in that old band. What was their name?” Mouse asked, looking over at his companion who just shrugged.

Barely listening to what Mouse had to say, Fez stood from the couch and quickly made his way over to his sunshine who was practically trembling in her spot, the sight of her so scared making his chest ache.

“Go back upstairs.” He told her, failing to keep the urgency out of his voice.

Mouse laughed and stood, moving towards the young couple. He clapped a hand on Fez’s shoulder, making him flinch under his touch.

“C’mon man, don’t be rude. You don’t take a beautiful woman away from an important man.”

Mouse held his hand out in front of Stevie and gave her a pointed look.

She looked up at Fez, silently asking him what to do. Despite the expression many would call passive, Stevie could see right through it. She could see how scared he was, only making her own nerves spike.

She had never seen him look at her like that before and she knew this was serious.

Ignoring the shaking of her hand, she let it fall into Mouse’s grip and she followed, like a lamb to the slaughter, letting him guide her to sit on the couch next to him.

She stayed rigid, making sure to keep a large space in between them, but Mouse wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

“C’mon, sweetheart. I don’t bite.” He smiled, the sight like that of the joker, or someone equally as dangerous. He grabbed her, making her bite her tongue to hold back a yelp, and hauled her into his lap, his arms wrapping around her shaking frame.

“Hey, easy, man.” Fez barked, making Mouse stare at him coldly and his hand to move to the gun at his waist in a silent threat. “She ain’t into that, just let her go.” Fez told him, his tone more relaxed, not wanting to aggravate the dangerous man, but traces of anger remained in his voice.

Mouse looked over at Fez, his face hard, a slight smirk painted across his lips, as if challenging him.

“I think she’s fine right here. What do you think, hun?” He asked, looking up at her scared face.

Stevie looked over at Fez, her eyes begging, pleading for him to help, but there was nothing he could do. His expression was one of heartbreak, one of failure. The apology conveyed in his soft gaze towards her was clear and she swallowed thickly, knowing he was stuck in a corner, unable to save her the way he so desperately wanted.

“I’m fine.” She choked out with a weak voice.

“C’mon, man, just let her go.” Fez said again, practically begging for his touch to be gone from his girl.

“She said she’s fine.” Mouse drawled smugly, knowing he had Fez trapped. “So, you two together or somethin’?”

“Yeah, she’s my girl.”

Mouse traced his finger along her jaw and pushed her chin so she was facing him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous. The hell you doin’ with him?” Mouse laughed, sparing a scowl over to Fez before turning back to her. “A girl like you, well, you need a real man to take care of you.”

Stevie tried her best to keep her composure as Mouse ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

Across the room, Fez felt sick to his stomach. He physically flinched as he watched Mouse touch her, as if he were receiving a knockout punch.

This is your fault. Your fault. Your fault.

The words echoed in his head on a loop, translating into the look of pure anguish on his face.

“Yo, we gonna do this or what?” He asked, desperately trying to get the deal back on track. The sooner they continued, the sooner it would be over and the sooner Mouse would get his hands off her.

The deal continued, Stevie trapped in Mouse’s tight grip, tears beginning to well in her eyes as his hands wandered up her thigh and to her waist.

Behind them, Ashtray watched with a gaze of burning fury. His jaw clenched, his entire body rigid as he watched the man violate the woman he had grown to love like family. He took a few steps back slowly, making sure not to draw attention to himself as he reached for the gun hidden in the kitchen.

But Fez caught him. He gave his brother a fierce look, silently warning him not to do anything drastic or it could turn ugly quick. The last thing he wanted was his girl stuck in the middle of a shootout.

Ash gave Fez a look, his eyes pointedly moving to Stevie and back to him but Fez subtly shook his head, giving the kid a pleading look.

With a heavy sigh, Ash stepped back into the room, seizing his quest for bloody revenge on Mouse and his goon and was left to watch with all the anger he possessed as the man ran his hands over Stevie's shaking body.

Fez forced himself to listen to the information Mouse was giving about the current supply, but every few seconds his eyes would drift back to Stevie and the haunted look in her tearful eyes and Mouse’s hand on her thigh.

He squeezed his eyes shut, the sight causing a burning pit of fury to settle within him. He could barely keep himself sitting still.

He wanted nothing more than to shoot the fucker between the eyes for ever making his girl upset.

“Money’s all here.” Custer announced making both Fez and Ash hold back sighs of relief. The deal was finally over.

Mouse tightened his grip on Stevie, his fingers digging into her thigh painfully. “Well, sweetheart, until next time.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips to her neck, making her eyes squeeze shut as she forced herself not to cry, to not give him the satisfaction of her tears.

With his fury reaching a boiling point, Fez jumped to his feet, his face dark with hatred. “I’ll see you guys out.” He spoke through gritted teeth, words that were definitely not the ones he wanted to be saying to the dangerous man.

Mouse laughed, sensing his urgency to get him out. As soon as his grip loosened, Stevie was crawling out of his lap and curling her legs up into her chest on the other side of the couch.

She stayed in that position, her body still trembling, like she could still feel his lingering touch on her body. It wasn’t until she heard the door close, signaling that they had finally left, that she exhaled loudly, her shoulders sagging in relief.

Fez was by her side in a second, kneeling in front of her, his hand cradling her cheeks as he looked at her worriedly.

“Please, please tell me you’re ok.”

“Who the fuck was that?” She yelled, getting to her feet and beginning to pace the length of the room.

“Look, I know you’re mad-”

“We’re way past mad, Fezco. I know I’m not entitled to know everything about what you do, but you could’ve given me a fucking heads up! You didn’t think to tell me he was coming over? You didn’t think to tell me you were doing business with a guy like that?”

“What the fuck kinda people you think I’m workin’ with?” He yelled back, his anger over the situation coming to a head, leaving him unable to keep calm.

He had been scared close to death. He had never felt that kind of anger, fear, and guilt all at once before and it was overwhelming to come to terms with.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Stevie yelled, the tears she’d been holding back finally flowing freely.

“Cause this shit got nothin’ to do with you!”

“We’re not fuckbuddies or idiots who just have a crush on each other. We’re in a committed fucking relationship. I thought that’d warrant me knowing the bare fucking minimum about what’s going on in your life.’

Ashtray watched, blindsided and stunned, his eyes flickering back and forth between the couple as they argued. He’d never heard Stevie raise her voice before, he’d never seen her so pissed off before and it made him itch. He hated to see her like this.

“I didn’t tell you cause I don’t want you havin’ any part of this shit. I didn’t tell you to avoid this exact fucking situation!” Fez yelled frantically.

Stevie stayed quiet, the anger in his voice echoing in the now deadly silent room.

He sighed heavily, running a hand over his head, his heart still beating at an alarmingly fast rate.

“C’mon, I’m takin’ you home.” He spoke up, his voice softer now, no longer angry, but now shrouded in guilt, something Stevie found she hated much more.

“What?”

“Get your shit, I’m takin’ you home.” He repeated fiercely, leaving no room for her to argue.

Fez stomped out of the room to get his keys, leaving Stevie to watch him leave, her lip quivering as the barest hold she held on her emotions crumbled, leaving tears streaming down her face. She covered her face as a sob escaped her.

Her body shaking cries continued and she suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist. She flinched slightly and took her hands off her face to find Ash hugging her lightly. The gesture was tentative and slightly awkward, but it was enough to have her crying even harder, though now for a completely different reason.

He had never hugged her before.

She wound her arms around the child who acted nothing like a child and hugged him back tightly.

“Are you ok?” He asked quietly, sounding hesitant, completely out of his element.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok. I’m just a little shaken up.”

When Fez arrived back in the room, he stopped short, his gaze falling onto the sight of the two people he cared for the most wrapped up in a tight hug. He swallowed the lump that formed, pushing past the swell of emotions that rose within him at the sight.

Fez cleared his throat, making Ash jump back, abruptly breaking the hug. He shifted on his feet awkwardly, keeping his gaze downwards.

“I’ll see you later.” He mumbled and left the room hastily.

Stevie watched him go with a sad smile. With a shaking breath, she wiped under her eyes and moved to get her shoes on, avoiding looking up at Fez as she passed him, something that did not go unnoticed by him.

It was like the knife that had already been stabbed in his heart was twisting, every passing second an agonized twist of the knife.

The couple was silent as they made their way to the car. They were silent as they drove to her house, nothing but the low sounds of the radio playing.

It took only a few minutes for the car to pull up at her house and Stevie found her heart racing, an uncomfortable dread twisting in her stomach as Fez pulled the key from the ignition, but made no move to look at her or even speak.

She dreaded what would come next.

“Is this the part where you break up with me?” She blurted out, her voice quiet and trembling.

“What?”

“I saw the way you looked at me. Like it was your fault he was touching me.”

Fez swallowed thickly, the images that ran through his mind making him clench the steering wheel tighter. The image of Mouse with his hands on her, the scared look on her face, they were images he would not soon forget.

He knew they would haunt him for a long time.

“It is my fault he was touching you. I never should’a put you in that situation.”

“But you didn’t. I put myself in that situation. I knew what you did for a living, I knew what kind of world I was getting myself into when we got together.”

Fez stayed silent, his mind screaming at him to take that dreaded step, to let her go. He knew it was the only way to truly protect her, but the selfish part of him that wanted her by his side kept him quiet.

“You know, for the longest time, I felt like I was too awkward to even exist.” She started quietly, making him look over at her, his gaze soft like it always was. “I thought there was no way I would ever be able to be myself around other people. That there was no way I’d ever feel comfortable around someone else, not enough to share my life with them. I accepted the very real possibility that I’d spend my life alone.”

She looked over at him, her gaze meeting his and he was floored by the shining of her eyes.

“You know where I’m going with this, right?”

Fez sighed and leaned his head back, knowing what she was getting at, but refusing to believe it. He didn’t think he was as special as she was making him out to be. He couldn’t believe it, especially not after tonight.

She reached out, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers.

“I found you. I found someone I can be myself around, someone who would never judge me. I found what I thought was impossible.”

Fez felt a lump grow in his throat, emotion he was not yet ready to face.

“Tonight scared the shit out of me. But it’s not enough to make me leave you. Nothing ever will be.”

He shook his head, sniffling and silently cursing himself for the display of emotion he hated showing.

“You don’t deserve this kind of life, Sunshine.”

“I get a say in this, Fez. I choose what to do with my life. And sure, we can break up and never be happy again, but that’s the last thing I want. I want you and everything that comes with being with you, even the bad parts. Because I love you and I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to even try.”

His heart jumped in his chest and he looked at her with bewilderment, not believing that he’d truly heard the words that had just come out of her mouth. No one had ever said those three words to him before.

His grandma had warned him not to fall in love, but his grandma never knew Stevie.

The revelation, while not new - it was something he had thought of for a long time - made him realize how miserable his life would be without her. He knew he could never let her go.

“You love me?”

Stevie smiled softly and leaned in closer to him, her hand resting at the base of his neck. “I do.”

“I love you too.” He whispered.

“Enough to be selfish?”

He nodded eagerly and without a moment of hesitation he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her with all the passion he possessed. His hand cradled her cheek, the gentle gesture a juxtaposition to the way his lips claimed hers fiercely.

They kissed until they were breathless and as they pulled away to breathe, they kept each other in their arms, reluctant to leave much space between them.

“Come inside with me.” She whispered, not a question, but a plea and he was powerless to refuse.

He followed her across the dark lawn, his hand cemented in hers tightly. He followed her throughout the dimly lit house that was silent with the midnight stillness this part of town held.

They were silent as they could’ve possibly been as they crept up the staircase. They shared soft, mischievous smirks as they passed her parents’ closed door. When they reached her room and she slowly closed the door behind them, making sure the lock was in place, it took only a second for her to be back in his arms.

He held her tightly, his arms wound around her waist tightly as he kissed her fervently. He was quick with shedding her of every inch of her clothing, frantic in his movements, desperate to have her close.

“Fez.” Stevie moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck.

“What do you need, baby?”

She was breathing heavily, her head swimming with pleasure, making her feel hazy. “Make me forget he ever touched me.”

Her whispered words sent shivers down his spine, causing lust and anger to rise simultaneously. The memory of Mouse’s touch on her fueled him, wanting to erase the memory from her brain forever.

He knew it was impossible, but he’d try his damn hardest.

Grabbing her by the backs of her thighs, he hauled her up into his arms, her squeal of surprise muffled by his lips on hers. He walked them towards her bed and tossed her down like a ragdoll. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and quickly undid his belt, hastily ridding himself of his own clothes.

She watched with a dazed expression that made him want to swoon. No one had ever looked at him like that.

He crawled over her, planting heated kisses up the length of her body, reveling in the breathy moans it earned him when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Think you can be quiet?” He whispered and she smiled, biting her lip seductively.

“I’ll try.”

Fez smiled and kissed her hard, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude and fucking fear he was still feeling after the chaotic night they had.

All the bad feelings that had crawled under skin with Mouse’s touch were dissipating as Fez touched her with that gentle yet determined purpose that made her shiver.

Mouse was gone from her mind as Fez settled between her thighs. Those bad thoughts were gone as his tongue worked her in the expert way only Fez knew. Those thoughts were gone as her head fell back, lust taking over every one of her senses, leaving her a quivering and moaning mess beneath him.

It was hard to keep quiet as he worked her to the edge perfectly. She had to bite her lip so hard, it began to sting, but she had to keep quiet. She couldn’t risk ruining this moment.

Fez moaned against her, making her eyes fall closed at the feeling, her hands clutching at the sheets below her desperately.

He could feel her thighs shaking around his head and he grabbed onto her thighs tightly, holding them in place, reveling in each quiver as his tongue brushed against that one spot that never failed to make her eyes cross.

He watched her intently, paying attention to every little reaction she had to his ministrations. Every hitch of her breath, every heave of her chest, every twitch of her lips, the furrow of her brow, the flutter of her eyes, he couldn’t decide which was the most enticing sight. He was entranced by her, amazed by how she could be so fucking perfect.

“Fez,” She breathed out in warning, her hips stuttering against his mouth, her mind beginning to spin with the ecstasy he was giving her.

She was so worked up, wound so tightly, that it didn’t take long before she found her peak. Her nails scratched at his shaved head, looking for any kind of purchase as she was catapulted into a euphoric, stardrip trip.

Her back arched, her eyes squeezing shut as it hit her with the force of a collision. She slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her inescapable noises of pleasure.

Her body felt limp, her limbs weak and tingling with aftershocks. She barely had time to recover, to regain her composure when Fez crawled up the length of her body and kissed her firmly. He didn’t waste any time and slowly slid inside her, a heavy breath expelling from his parted lips as her walls fluttered around him tightly.

“Fuck.” He whispered, gripping onto her tightly as he fought hard to keep his composure.

But he wasn’t the only desperate one.

Despite the orgasm she’d just received, she was incensed for more. The fear they had both felt that night lingered, making them both frantic to prove to each other that they were ok, that they were with each other and would be despite the dangers that came their way.

Stevie wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper, making him moan and fall over her, leaving no space between them as he began to move, starting slowly, but his pace gradually getting faster and faster as he felt her hips grinding against his, coaxing him into a much more frantic pace than he had planned for.

It was too much and not enough all at once.

In one swift motion, she pushed Fez off of her and onto the bed below, moving to straddle his lap and reveling in the wide eyed and dazed look in his eyes. His hands anchored to her hips the moment she sunk down on him and he let his eyes fall closed for a moment, basking in the feeling of her riding him before he forced his eyes back open, desperate to see her as she moved on him.

Her hands were planted on his chest, her nails creating small, crescent moons on his skin. Fez lost the ability to speak as her hips moved expertly, drawing sharp, gasping breaths from him. He sat up abruptly, making her moan loudly at the change in angle and he crashed his lips to hers to keep her quiet.

His hands latched onto her waist, helping her move over him at a rapid pace. Their kisses were frantic and furious, portraying a desperation that they doubted would ever dissipate. Especially after the night they’d had.

Fez thought of those three words she had uttered in the car, they played in his mind on a loop, making the flipping feeling in his stomach all the more intense.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

He never wanted to stop hearing those words. And he needed to hear them again.

He pulled his lips away from hers, panting heavily, but he managed to whisper in her ear, those three words that he meant with all of his heart and soul.

Stevie smiled involuntarily at the breathless words and she pulled away, cradling his face in her hands and looked down at him intently, her eyes filled with nothing but pure love and adoration.

“I love you.”

Fez looked at her in awe, like he still couldn’t quite believe that those words were meant for him. He let his eyes flutter closed as she twisted her hips in a way that left his mind completely blank, rendering him a stuttering fool.

She repeated the words, mumbling that she loved him over and over again.

It drove him wild.

His mouth dropped open, but no words escaped him. He couldn’t even warn her of his impending descent into pure pleasure.

His hips jerked upwards against hers, his blunt nails digging into her hips. A louder than was wise whine escaped him as he came hard. He panted heavily, her name a frantic whisper on his lips.

She held him tight, holding him as his body shook against hers. And she was right there with him. Her hips stuttered unevenly, her toes curling, her body going rigid as she felt herself reach her end.

She placed her lips against his shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Her hips slowed, both of them trembling in each other’s arms as they came down from their highs, both of their heads spinning and dizzy in the best possible way, a high that no drug could ever give them.

Their panting breaths mingled together as small, innocent kisses were placed to wherever they wanted. Neither of them wanted to move so they stayed wrapped up in each other, Stevie still perched in his lap.

“Say it again.” He whispered and she smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“I love you.”

Fez sat in his car, looking over all the faces that emerged from the high school, looking for the one person he wanted to see.

He perked up, a smile forming on his face reflexively as he saw her walk out of the school. He could tell she had a good day. There was no dragging of her feet, her arms weren’t crossed over her chest, like she wanted to disappear, her head wasn’t down, watching the steps of her feet.

She was upbeat, excited for the rest of the day.

It only took a second for his mood to sour completely as he saw Nate Jacobs come up from behind her and grab her by the arm, stopping her in her tracks. A voice in his head immediately told him to get his ass out of the car and make his way over to Nate Jacobs and beat the living daylights out of him, but he held back, waiting to see if he could decipher the situation without causing a scene.

He shifted in his seat, watching with a narrowed gaze as the man he’d only ever heard horrible things about talked to his girl.

Stevie’s back was to him so he couldn’t make out what she was feeling, if she needed help or if she was ok.

It was Nate, so he doubted she was completely ok, he’d heard of the toxic things Nate had done to her all those years ago.

He tapped his fingers against the wheel anxiously, biting his lip so hard the skin split. But he didn’t notice. He only noticed her.

It felt like hours until the man finally left her side.

He kept his watchful eye on Stevie as she turned around, trying to gauge every inch of her expression, trying to find any sign that something wasn’t right. She didn’t look hurt, just annoyed. But that was enough to have his blood pressure rising.

He didn’t want Nate anywhere near her.

Usually, his annoyance would be gone the second Stevie approached the car, seeing that her frown was now a big, brilliant, bright smile, one that never failed to knock him off his feet. But this time, even her dazzling smile wasn’t enough to calm his nerves.

“The hell did he want?” Was the first thing Fez said as she got into the car.

“Well, hello to you too. My day was great, thanks for asking.”

Fez rolled his eyes and sighed, leaning over to kiss her soundly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She said with a smile, pecking his lips again before sitting back and fastening her seat belt.

“Now what the hell was Nate talking to you about?”

Stevie looked at him plainly, knowing he wasn’t going to drop this.

“Nothing important.”

“You do realize how suspicious that sounds, right?”

She sighed heavily and leaned back in her seat. “I’ll tell you if you promise not to freak out, ok?”

“Why the fuck would I freak out?” He asked, his tone getting stern with worry. “The fuck did he do?”

“He was just talking shit, like always.”

“Like always? He talk to you before?”

Stevie’s lips parted but she found no words to say, suddenly realizing she was caught. She had never told Fez about the confrontation with Nate at the party. It had been months since that happened and as more time passed, the more she dreaded to bring it up.

But with Nate constantly seeking her out, sending threats her way about her relationship, to stay away from Maddy and their picture-perfect relationship, she figured it was inevitable that Fez would find out eventually.

But it was something she really, really didn’t want to deal with.

“I mean… yeah, a few times.”

“About what?”

“Stupid shit that doesn’t matter.”

“Stevie.” Fez warned and she clammed up. He hardly ever used her real name. It was always ‘sunshine’ or ‘baby’. She winced, there was no getting out of this.

“He has it out for me because I talked to Maddy about him and he wants me to stay away from her. I only ever spoke the truth but that narcissistic asshole thinks he’s done nothing wrong.”

“He fuckin’ threatened you?”

“Not threatened, just… asked…. sternly.”

Fez looked over at his girlfriend, his face a mask of annoyance. “Why don’t you wanna tell me this shit?”

“Because I feel like a hypocrite.” She mumbled as she sank lower into her seat.

“Why?”

“Because I gave you a lot of shit for not telling me about Mouse, but then I was keeping something from you.”

“You were keeping shit about Nate from me.” Fez surmised and Stevie nodded slowly, feeling ashamed for how this had played out.

“I didn’t want to freak you out, which now I’m realizing makes me even more of a hypocrite because that’s what you were doing by not telling me about Mouse and I feel like shit for not telling you, but I just didn’t want to start anything.”

“Who said you’d start something?”

“Fez, you beat up Jeff without even knowing what he did to me. You know what Nate did to me and if I told you he was threatening me, then you’d flip the fuck out.”

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching angrily. He couldn’t deny what she was saying. He was seconds from jumping out of his car just because he saw Nate talking to her.

“What’s he been sayin’ to you?”

She sighed heavily, unsure if she was ready to divulge every dark detail of her interactions with Nate.

But with one look at Fez, one look at the desperate and frantic worry in his eyes, told her she needed to be truthful. She couldn’t keep Fez away any longer, he didn’t deserve it.

“He keeps threatening to tell my parents that I’m dating a drug dealer.”

Fez went still, his expression turning dark. Nate was threatening to ruin their relationship, threatening to take her away from him, threatening to expose his entire operation, affecting not only him, but Ash too.

He wanted nothing more than to drive straight to Nate Jacobs’ house and eliminate the problem. He wanted to protect his family, the people he loved, and there was no way he was going to let that asshole ruin it.

But he kept himself stagnant, resisting the urge to spin the wheel and drive in the opposite direction to carry out his bloody mission. For her sake.

He wouldn’t get Stevie wrapped up in any more drama or danger.

So he kept driving.

“You tell me if he talks to you again.”

She nodded, her worried gaze remaining on his rigid form. She knew his anger was simmering, so close to the surface, so close to exploding. She didn’t blame him. Nate was threatening to ruin everything just because she had the guts to speak out against his toxic behavior.

Nate didn’t like pulling the curtain back on himself and all his demons and he especially didn’t like it when someone else did.

He would ruin her before she got the chance to ruin him.

“I’m sorry I got us into this.” She whispered, the regretful tone of her voice making Fez soften. He reached out, placing his hand on her thigh.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Sunshine. You were tryin’ to be a good friend ‘cause you’re a good person.”

Stevie smiled softly, though it was strained. She reached down, placing her hand over his. He immediately turned his hand over, letting their fingers intertwine.

“We’re gonna be ok.” He assured her.

She hoped to god that was true.

Their relationship continued to flourish.

There were hardships, every relationship had them, but their hardships weren’t exactly what every other couple had to deal with. There were times Stevie had to leave their house in a flurry because Mouse was on his way over.

There were times Stevie had to hold Fez back when Nate crossed his path at a party, stopping her boyfriend from punching the smug smile right off that asshole’s face.

They had to sneak around her parents, knowing if they found out the truth, both their lives would be ruined.

But despite it all, they loved each other so fiercely, so intensely that it made up for the darkness they faced.

To them, they would go through anything and everything, good or bad, to be with each other. They wouldn’t trade their time together, their love for each other, for anything.

To them, they found it easier to go through whatever life threw at them with each other at their sides.

Fez was there for her every time her parents pissed her off, every time her anxiety became too much for her to handle.

He was there to comfort her through every trial and tribulation they faced.

And he was there for her when he had to break the awful news about her best friend.

Fez was reluctant, watching from the shadows as she danced around the kitchen as she made dinner, teasing Ash who was sat at the table, rolling his eyes at her antics, but secretly loving the carefree attitude she brought into the house.

He hated that he had to ruin the moment.

She finally noticed him when he stepped into the room slowly, though she didn’t notice the ashen expression on his face.

“You don’t mind it being spicy, right?” She asked with a grin as she continued to season the food with an excessive amount of chili powder.

“I need to talk to you.”

The words, something no one wanted to hear from their boyfriend, were scary enough. But his voice was what made her chest tighten. She had never heard him sound so sad, so scared, before.

Fez looked at Ash and motioned with his head to give them privacy. The kid nodded, looking back at Stevie briefly before getting out of his seat and leaving the room, leaving the couple to themselves.

“Is everything ok?” She asked, her voice strained with worry.

Fez shook his head, his eyes trained on a chip on the tiled floor, not having the courage to look her in the eye as he told her. He couldn’t bear to see her inevitable devastation.

“Rue overdosed.”

The world seemed to stop in that second. Nothing felt real.

It had to be a dream, surely, because there was no way she was going to accept the harsh reality. It had to be a dream.

But the way Fez was refusing to look at her, the way his shoulders were sagged in anguish, made it harder to believe this was some sort of cruel joke.

This was real.

“Is she-”

“She’s at the hospital.” Fez told her, stopping her before she could utter that dreaded ‘d’ word.

Stevie nodded slowly, her brain taking a few seconds to work out the words and what they meant. She turned back to the food at the counter, staring down at it blankly, her mind not able to work out what to do next.

All she thought of was Rue.

Her vision blurred and she bit her lip roughly, feeling her panic rising, her hands becoming numb, her pulse thrumming in her ears, her lungs constricting as it became harder to breathe.

She was spiraling quickly.

“Stevie?” Fez’s voice sounded far away, like she was trapped under the roar of rolling waves.

He could see the signs and his chest tightened painfully as he watched her descend into a panic attack. He was at her side with three long steps, his hand placed on the small of her back softly, not wanting to overwhelm her further.

“You gotta breathe. In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three.” He guided her through her breaths, helping her stay grounded.

But still, all she thought of was Rue.

The moment Fez saw that first tear fall down her cheek, he turned her slowly and brought her into his arms, holding her as the dam broke.

He held her tighter each time her body shook with a sob, the broken sound making his own eyes sting uncomfortably. He ran his hand through her hair soothingly, letting her cry out her anger and worry for her friend.

Anyone that could’ve seen them would see the love and devotion they had for each other. People tried to discredit their relationship, not understanding how a quiet straight A student fell for a drug dealing drop out. But if they could see them now, they would have no argument.

It would finally make sense to them why they were together.

The way Fez held her so tightly, the way he acted as her anchor in a storm, the way she gripped onto him like he was her lifeline, the way she leaned on him heavily, knowing she never had to fear he wouldn’t keep her standing, said it all.

Fez was working late at the store. His foot tapped against the floor impatiently as he counted down the minutes until he could go home.

He looked at the empty space on the counter beside him, feeling her absence more and more, the longer she wasn’t there with him.

Ever since Rue had her overdose, Stevie had spent most of her time at the hospital to visit her and once Rue was shipped off to rehab and she wasn’t allowed to visit, Stevie was with her family, making sure Gia was ok and comforting her when she wasn’t and helping Rue’s mom keep the house afloat in her grief.

When she wasn’t with the Bennett family, Stevie stayed at his house, laying on their bed in a daze, letting her depression reign freely.

She hadn’t come to visit him at the store, just to hang out, just to be with him throughout his shift, since Rue had her overdose.

It was hitting Stevie hard and Fez felt at a loss as to how to help pull her out of the darkness that was slowly consuming her more and more each day.

Fez looked up, his worried thoughts of his girlfriend fading to the back of his mind, but never leaving, as a customer entered the store.

He deflated, his entire demeanor shifting when he realized it was none other than Nate Jacobs. His shoulders became tense, his body standing up straighter in the guise of a challenge, a silent warning to Nate that he better not start shit.

But Nate Jacobs never backed down from a challenge.

That cocky smirk remained on his lips as he perused the store, picking out a few miscellaneous items at random, sparing glances at Fez as he did.

When he got to the counter, Nate realized the absence of a certain someone.

“Stevie’s not here?”

Fez stayed silent, scowling at the man with all the coldness he could muster.

Nate just smirked, knowing he could easily get under the man’s skin with just the slightest mention of his girl.

“She told you about us, right?”

Fez knew what he was trying to do and he would not fall into it.

“She mentioned somethin’ about not givin’ a shit about it.” He shrugged and he was proud that it was in fact the truth.

Nate just hummed in response, eyeing Fez intently, looking for any chink in his armour, any opening he could get his knife into to weaken the laid back man.

“But it bothers you right, that I had her first?”

Fez’s expression darkened and he stared back at Nate with nothing but pure hatred in his gaze.

He wasn’t an insecure person to hate that his girl had a past before him. He just hated that it had to be Nate.

He pushed his anger down and forced himself to remain calm, giving the cocky man another shrug.

“You don’t have her now.” He said simply as he rang through his items.

Nate grit his teeth and let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, we’ll see for how long.” He mumbled and placed his money on the counter before grabbing his things and turning to leave the store.

Fez watched him with barely contained rage, wanting nothing more than to jump over the counter and get his hands around his neck.

“Hey,” He called out, watching as Nate turned on his heel to face him again, a look of passive annoyance on his face. “You threaten my girl again and I’ll kill you.”

Nate stared back at him for a few, long seconds before turning and leaving the store.

Fez watched him go, his expression of anger never wavering.

He hoped Nate knew his words were true.

I am so floored by the amount of love I got on the first chapter. I love all of you readers! Thank you so much for the love and I hope you’re ready for more! xx

#fez x reader #fezco x reader #euphoria #fezco x oc #fezco smut

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xieula · 3 years

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How they would comfort you if you were insecure

Encanto characters x Female Reader

A/N: alright, this is a new account.. which is a new start. So I hope I'm welcomed on tumblr in this .. account. First thing I'd like to post a writing of is Encanto. Since it's such a good movie, how can I resist myself? Enjoy.

Also, I do have insecurities of my own. But in this chapter, I'll place SOME insecurities I do not own, because it can't just all be about me.

Camilo

Your looks.

Now, don't get me wrong- looks aren't everything. But you fear that Camilo may lose all interest for you.

It's scary to think, "Camilo only goes for looks." But that's what you often think to yourself, which isn't very unusual for people to see you pacing back and forth, thinking ways on how to gain much more beauty.

The people from the village, Encanto started to aware Camilo by telling him all the things you've been doing recently, and has been going on for quite a while now.

Which makes Camilo upset.

Not upset at you, but at himself. He's been so busy with chores recently that he didn't even notice himself any sooner.

"Y/N, can we talk?.."

Now you were trembling, is he planning to break up? What have you done now..? Have you done something upsetting?

"Mi amor.. I fear that you have a.. huge insecurity about.. your looks?"

Oh, this?

WAIT, THIS?!

How did he catch up ? How did he take notice ? WHO TOLD HIM?!

"waaaaat, me? Insecurity? About my , pfft, looks?! Funny , Camilo."

Now you know he was being dead serious.

"Mi vida , you are perfect in every way, and I want you to never forget that. Alright? No matter how much insecurities you have, my love will never fade for you."

Those words touched your heart fully.

Now, you don't know if your insecurity is going to fade, but all you know is that it will die down for a bit.

C'mon. This guy literally looks at you for 1 second and he has hearts in his eyes already!! He's in love😔‼‼

Mirabel

Your smile.

Being a good girlfriend as she already is, she caught up to that pretty quickly.

She's always noticed how you'd always look away from her, like turning from the side whenever you'd smile.

From your whole 3 months of dating, I dont think shes ever seen you smile before.

It's either that you cover your mouth when laughing

Or looking away to which she can't completely see your face!

She knows it's just out of habit but she is very sure your smile is as bright as the sun.

"Uhhh, s/o?" Mirabel lightly spoke

"Yes, Mirabel? Need anything?"

"I've been wondering.." Mirabel stops mid-sentence to gather up her words, "why haven't I ever seen you smile before?"

"Huh..?" You asked, knowing full well what she was saying. You just needed to double check if your ears werent fooling you

"I-I mean, it's either th-that or you're always hiding your smile because you're ... insecure?" Mirabel replied rather quickly, in panic of thought that she offended you.

"Oh.. insecure, seems like you've catched up rather quickly than I expected," you spoke.

Mirabel walks up to you and smudges your face in order for you to make a smiley face.

You thought it was adorable and ended up smiling, which you did NOT want.

Mirabel's cheeks started turning red, probably flustered.

"See?! You're so adorable, awhh!~"

Bruno

Your teeth gap.

You've always been so insecure about your stupid teeth gap, why does it have to look so stupid?

Due to your insecurity, whenever Bruno made you smile or laugh, it shows your teeth gap- making you cover your mouth.

Bruno's been quite concerned about it for a while

He decided not to make a scene and just ignore it for a while, though.

But that won't help anything, he wants to see your smile, your wonderful smile..

It may seem selfish of him, but he wants to see you laugh without your hand in the way.

He's decided to approach about your certain habit, which he is aware it may seem offensive- which he prevents on making it sound like it.

"Uh.. i-is it just me or you're always covering your hand whenever you smile or laugh.."

"Oh, uh, yeah, just out of habit. Heh, nothing to worry about, Bruno."

Yeah, easy for you to say that.. he just wants to see you smile for once!

"I just wanted to say that.. I wanna see you smile without covering your hand.."

"Uhm." You spoke- not liking the idea of doing so.

"I-I'm so sorry, if it made you uncomfortable then it's alright , again, I am so so sorry-"

You couldn't help but smile, I mean, that was adorable. And you know he's going to apologize for the next few hours if you don't, so you just had to.

Bruno suddenly stopped talking to gaze at you, with love hearts in his eyes. It just like in one of his dreams.

He's indeed lucky to have you, and he sincerely hopes you continue doing this often.

Alright, that's the end of it. If you want a part two, well I'll try decided that for now.

If you actually want one, do suggest me some characters!

Hope this one was good enough for you, thank you and goodbye!

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hyeque · 2 years

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social media mishap [kuroo tetsurō]

synopsis: kuroo explores and struggles navigating the world of social media

notes: inspired by these posts (one | two | three) as well. i wanted to write up a quick drabble for you all so excuse the typos!

warnings: mildly suggestive, kuroo being petty as usual

“i don’t get it.”

kuroo tetsurō stares at the screen of his phone, brows knitted in confusion as he tries to absorb the information just relayed to him by you.

“so you’re telling me,” he leans back, hands on his knees, “that linkedIn is not considered a social media app?”

“um, no, tetsu.” you blink, shifting in your spot. “i’ve made that pretty clear the first five times.”

kuroo had been talking about marketing for the jva, wondering of what ways he can engage more with younger audiences to get them interested in volleyball.

the poor man looks just as lost as he was from the get-go. “i met you on linkedIn though, doesn’t that count for something?”

“sure, if bugging yachi for my number through her linkedIn counts. i still can’t believe you did that.” embarrassment seeps into your skin when you remember getting a message from the rooster head, saying he’d like to work with you again. it didn’t take long for you to realize he actually had other motives.

he pinches your cheek, making you swat his hand away. “you were so cute. i didn’t know if i would see you again so i didn’t want to waste any chances.” he says. “and look at us now! linkedIn creates romances!”

“not normally. people don’t use linkedIn to flirt or date people.” you snort.

kuroo blinks. “but then how do people engage or interact with people? especially when you want to keep up with them?”

you blink, wondering how he can be so oblivious. “people use instagram, websites, twitter, facebook, even youtube. there’s many ways to reach audiences besides linkedIn.” you respond. “i don’t know why you don’t try one of those. well i mean i guess you have instagram, but why not something like twitter?”

“people on twitter are sensitive.” he huffs, “when that one guy insulted volleyball i got hate for defending it! can you believe that?”

“no honey, i can’t.” you respond, feigning empathy for him as you rub his shoulders. he doesn’t seem to notice the sarcasm in your tone and you relax. the memories hit you and you really don’t want to argue with him and tell him that calling someone a ‘preschooler’ is not appropriate.

you think the conversation is over but kuroo is still on his soapbox. “and listen, linkedIn been very efficient with conducting business. don’t judge. i’ve met many amazing people on there!”

“i’m not judging tetsu, don’t worry…and why does it sound like you’re using a dating app?” you laugh, “also, have you ever thought about using tiktok to reach younger audiences?”

“tiktok? no way.” he groans, “kenma said they’d bully and… ‘drag’? me for sure.” he uses quotes around the word ‘drag’ and you hold back laughter over how seriously he’s taking this.

“besides, i can’t keep up with kids these days. they’re weird. and scary.” he shivers slightly at the thought of making a tiktok.

“you’re so…” you trail off and shake your head, resuming your tasks of folding laundry. “never mind.”

“i’m what?” he challenges, tilting his head. “finish the sentence, sweetheart.”

“very much an old man. it’s funny how kenma knows everything about technology yet you know very little, and you’re only a year older than him.” you chuckle.

kuroo pouts at the sentiment, “hey, i’m trying at least. you should be proud of me. you told me to get a new phone, and i did!”

“after begging you many times.” you point out.

“that wasn’t the only time you begged with this phone. at least under different circumstances.” he winks, making you shove him away. your phone pings and you check it, a small grimace at whatever it was on your screen.

kuroo, attentive as he ever is, notices immediately.“someone bothering you?” he sits up straighter but his eyes darken slightly at the thought of someone disrespecting and upsetting you. no way is he going to have that on his conscious.

“no, atsumu just left a dumb comment on my instagram post again.” you say, waving it off. you disappear into your shared bedroom before kuroo has the chance to get another word in.

“‘again’?” he pulls out his phone before going to your instagram. upon seeing the post of you he almost gets sidetracked by how pretty and beautiful you are before seeing what atsumu wrote.

his eyes widen at the message before glaring. before he knows it, his thumbs are moving across the screen to reply.

he doesn’t think too much about what happens after but when he sees you stomping from the bedroom, an upset look on your face he knows something he did was wrong.

“tetsurō, why did you comment on my post that you’re going to get atsumu fired from his job?!” you yell, holding up your phone. “on the japan volleyball association account of all places?”

kuroo’s heart skips a beat. “crap, that wasn’t my personal? well, whatever,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “look i know people. i can do things. it’s not my fault that he wanted to bad mouth you.” he turns his nose up before sighing, “you should be thanking me for being a good husband looking out for his wife.”

you shake your head, rolling your eyes. “he was joking? it’s how we mess with each other. and…you can’t just threaten people online?” you look at your phone and let out a distressed noise. “great, now atsumu’s blowing up my phone wondering what you meant.”

“you know i don’t understand tone indications on the internet!” he whines, starting after you. “and maybe he deserved it—”

“kuroo.” you say sternly.

he smiles that sweet smile that he thinks will get him out of trouble, “yes, kuroo?” he pulls you close and nuzzles his face into your neck.

“this is your problem, fix it.” you shove your phone towards him before pulling out of his grasp to walk away. your phone buzzes and there’s no need to look at the caller ID to know who it is.

kuroo sighs, knowing he’s going to be spending a lot of time making it up to you tonight. he takes a breath before answering, a charming smile on his face.

“miya, hi! how are ya?”

endnote: for context to the atsumu thing, you and him are friends and often mess with each other on each other’s posts. he posts a lot of thirst traps on his account so you always say he’s ‘trying too hard’ or looks ‘ugly’ with the faces that he makes. he’ll often say something of the same thing under your selfies out of pettiness.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years

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Riven x female reader

Riven realzing the ice fairy competely melts under him if it’s just him talking either though she’s always trying to act tough she’s a huge softie maybe he sees her cuddling musa to rest because she always felt safer in someone’s arms an gets jealous because she wasn’t cuddling into him

THIS OMG also it got a little little little bit very much longer. so. like. this is basically a oneshot this isn't even a drabble anymore

took your request very literal btw, you'll see

"-just because he's tall and handsome and always wearing that stupid leather jacket, like, seriously, does this guy wear it to sleep? I don't think I've ever seen him without it." Riven almost jumped at the sound of your voice as he passed the pillar you were leaning against, talking to Musa in what he could only assume was something you tried to keep a hushed tone.

"Hopefully talking about me, are you, ladies?", he grinned, running a hand along his jacket. His leather jacket. That he never took off.

Your face turned red in under a second, which seemed to him to be a new personal record. Perhaps he'd really caught you talking about him. His smirk deepened.

"No", you retorted, even though your voice certainly wasn't as steady as you most likely would've wanted it to be. "It's not like you're... that... memorable. That people needed to, you know. Talk about you. While you're not there. Or even if you are-"

He chuckled as you blushed an even deeper shade of red. "Ouch, that one hurt. But, just know, if you ever do want to talk about me" - and then he had the audacity to wink. As though not everyone in this corridor had already realised that you were close to fainting.

"Oh?", you yelled after him as you'd caught onto some string of thought again when he'd turned around and begun walking away, "Always so- bold like that you never even consider that, that, that- that people might not want you to! That's right!"

Riven only glanced over his shoulder and laughed.

Two days later, he had barely seen you at all. And that he couldn't stop thinking about when he'd do next was more upsetting than anything else.

This time, when he walked by the pillar, you weren't there. Had he expected you to be? He wasn't quite sure.

But he was very much sure that what he did see was not something he'd wanted to see. Not with you being so close to someone else. Not when your head was resting on Musa's shoulder, not when you eyes were closed, not when she was only tapping on her phone and listening to her music and not acknowledging your presence at all.

"C'mon", he muttered under his breath, not knowing who he was talking to and what he expected them to do at all.

But he couldn't just stay here and not do shit. So he just kept walking. And walking. And passing you, and walking ahead- or he would've, probably, if you hadn't blinked hazily at him in that moment and lifted your head from Musa's shoulder (who, again, didn't even seem to have any reaction at all).

"You look like the walking dead", he grinned instead and put his backpack down onto the ground as he slid onto the bench next to you.

"Funny", you grumbled, but ran a hand through your hair and over your face regardless. "I didn't get too much sleep last night."

He raised an eyebrow. "Someone keep you up?" Please say no, please say no-

"What?" A little blush spread on your cheeks. "I was studying, I needed to catch up with some stuff they did in class when I was sick last week."

"Of course", he teased. "It wasn't like you couldn't fall asleep because the thought of me kept you all busy-"

"Shut up!" You hit his shoulder with one hand, and he was surprised that he could even feel anything with your wrist basically going limp halfway through the motion. "I'm not thinking of you 24/7!"

"Oh, but you are thinking of me?"

Exasperated and embarrassed, you pointed a finger at him and created a little snowflake that you let dangle at the tip of it. "I'm honestly this close to just freezing you all over!"

Riven didn't know what to say for a second. Not because of your threat - he honestly didn't have to consider that for even a moment - but because somehow, being tired made you impulsive. Confident. Quickwitted. He loved making you blush, but.... he loved seeing you like this.

"Or, just, don't", he grinned, catching your finger and lowering it, a bit surprised as the snowflake melted as soon as he touched it. One would've guessed you'd at least cool down his hand, or have it be covered in white mist. Who knew what you could do, after all? He didn't, certainly. But no, you were melting.

So he intertwined your fingers and got up, pulling you with him, dragging you behind him. You let out a shocked screech.

"Riv! My god, what are you doing? Where are you kidnapping me to?"

Riv - he didn't think anyone had called him that in a while. He liked it- or, no actually, saying he simply liked it was ridiculous. He'd fall onto his knees for you to say it just one more time, and he felt like a fool for it; but now it seemed that he was the one melting. And you couldn't even see it. That was probably for the better.

"Trying to use your powers on something much better than turning me into the most beautiful ice statue anyone has ever seen - we're going ice skating. And you're freezing the Specialist pool for us."

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subwaysurf45 · 2 years

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The Time of the Prey (3)

Summary: The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made.

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!reader

Words: 4665

Warning: bad childhood, bad relationships with father, mourning, fainting, adding some heat: sexual acts, use of ice

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The painting was partly complete, you had been working on it for days, making sure there were no mistakes present so you could hang it up for most people to see. You’d hang it in your new room where the walls were cold and vacant unlike your chambers back at South Lands’ castle, part of you missed your old bed and old castle but you also loved everything about the new place you were staying.

Today you were not planning to go inside the castle, it would be dark and grim for the people of South Lands. Your father died exactly ten years ago. You were younger but not young enough to forget the curve of his jaw or the shape of his nose, you’d never forget it because of how close Natasha looked like him.

You also couldn’t forget his dying words to you and how they felt like a dagger going through your heart, it was always obvious he picked favourites and it was obvious you were in second place. Natasha won his heart the moment she was born, so you heard, with her grabbing at his crown after being held by him for less than a minute.

He didn’t like the way you rebelled from such a young age, he’d hate you more now to know you were not set to marry yet, he’d probably arrange something if he was brought back to life. Your mother didn’t like corsets on you and Natasha when you were young so you never wore them, he wanted both of you to be tied up all the time and looking presentable.

As you brushed against the canvas ever so slightly you could hear the rustling of grass from behind you.

“Y/N,” it was your mother. You turned around to see her in a black dress and black mesh veil that covered her eyes, her face was as cold as every other day; neither of you were phased by the anniversary of your father’s passing. “Why don’t you come inside, your sister is very upset.”

You looked down to see your black dress, your toes poking out from taking off your shoes again, “I don’t want to go in, everyone sends their condolences but I don’t want them, I can’t turn every corner and be faced with all these Noblemen drowning in sorrow over a man I didn’t care to like.”

“Don’t speak so poorly about your father,” your mother shook her head as she approached and stood beside you.

“What is he going to do?” you muttered under your breath as you dripped your brush in the small chalice filled with water. You looked over to see your mother covering her mouth with a black-gloved hand.

“That was funny,” she whispered as she looked forward, “and I understand. I’ve been drowned in flowers that will die in three days because I don’t have any vases, and people are gifting me silk and wine even though I don’t need any more dresses and I do not drink.” she looked over, “that’s pretty,” she was talking about the painting.

“Far from done,” you nodded and took a step back, “I want to add two people rolling down the hill, wrapped in each other’s arms and just laughing, I want to try and capture that.” your hand that was covered in paint rested under your chin.

“I see,” Lady Melina nodded, “can you take a break a visit your sister, maybe you will see a happy Duke and his Dutches walking and you’ll want to paint them.” her arm linked with yours, “put your shoes back on a come see your sister, will you?”

“Alright,” you sighed and shoved your feet back into your black slippers, walking at your mother’s pace to the castle.

The moment you walked in every Knight, Duke, and Nobleman gave their condolences, grasping your hands and kissing your knuckles as you walked by. It was times like these you thanked your mother for training you on how to keep a solid face when dealing with uncomfortable situations, you wanted to scream for them to leave you alone but you couldn’t. So you smiled and nodded, thanking them as you walked past. You kept your shoulders back and your chin up, making sure none of them saw any crumble in your exterior.

Before you walked into Natasha’s chambers James walked down the hall, “Lady Y/N!” he called as he jugged up to you.

Your mother sent you a knowing look, she picked up on the fact that he called you Lady instead of Princess. You shook your head at your mother, “go inside, I’ll be there.”

“Hello,” he was out of breath as he stood in front of you, “my sincerest condolences, Lady Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, “but keep those for Princess Natasha and not me,” he gave you a confused look, “I’m not as sad as her, I mean, it has been ten years since his passing, we all grieve and accepted at our own rate…mine just happened to be faster than Natasha.”

“I see,” he spoke slowly, “so the flowers I got you did not really matter?”

“You got me flowers?” your hands pressed flat against your chest, and you could feel your eyes light up. A small, but noticeable, smile appeared on James’ face from your excitement.

“Of course,” he nodded, “they’re in your room, have you not seen them?”

“I haven’t been in my room all day I’m afraid,” you smiled, “I’ll see them later tonight, I promise.”

“Alright,” he gulped and nodded, “I just wanted to see you and make sure you got them but it seems…” he nervously laughed, “sorry to keep you waiting, go see your sister.”

“Thank you!” you called as he walked past you and down the hall, “it means a lot coming from you, James.” He turned around for a moment and walked backwards, waving you goodbye.

When you opened the door you were immediately greeted with black and sadness, Natasha also wore a veil or black mesh that covered her entire face. Her gloves were black velvet and her dress was blacker than your mother's, your mother wore the same dress but it seemed Natasha got a new one each year. The curtains had been drawn so you could barely make out the large beds on either side of the room, their room was double the size of yours.

She was sitting by the only open window, her eyes filled with grief as she looked out the stained glass to find a slightly frosted image of everything happening around her. You carefully sat on the small stool that was pulled out from her vanity, your hands sat properly on your lap as you waited for someone to say something.

“Natasha,” your mother began, “your sister is here.”

Natasha slowly looked over at you, you could see her red eyes and sunken face. “You know I didn’t want to see her,” she said sadly, trying her best to be as mean as she could, “she never cared about father and you know that mother, I only want people who care about father with me during this time of mourning.”

“Get over yourself,” you sighed as you stood, “he’s been dead for ten years, I understand you’re grieving, still, but I know for a fact you’ll be fine tomorrow. Be more like mother, wear the black clothes and get on with your day, Natasha there are things to plan and you sulking in your room doesn’t move them any faster.”

“You’re so rude,” Natasha gritted her teeth, “all you’ve ever cared about is yourself-”

“Natasha,” your mother scolded, “you were there when your father said his last words to her, imagine if it had been you on the receiving end, you’d also have so hate towards the man.” you always knew your mother was never fully in love with him.

You had told her what he whispered in your ears years later, not fully knowing how she would react to what you were saying. But when you did it was the first time you saw her cry, apologies for the things he did to you all your life.

“How can you people talk so ill about the dead?” Natasha rose from her seat, “it’s like you have no care for the man that raised you,” she pointed at you, “and wed you, it’s shameful.” she spat, “shameful.”

“Natasha,” you took a step closer to her, “have you spoken with Prince Steve at all today?” when she didn’t answer you shook your head, “confined in him, he will understand and he will care for you and lift your spirits, don’t waste the day sulking in your room when you could be looking at the flowers you are going to carry when you walked down the aisle,�� you walked up to her and took her cold hands in yours, “try to do something that will put a smile on your face today, if not for me then for father, that’s all I ask.”

“Okay…” she nodded and looked at the ground, “I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t actually mean it.”

“Sister,” you smiled and cupped her cheek so she’d look at you, “I know you wouldn’t harm a fly.”

You bowed and left the room, you knew your mother would follow you and ask questions but you carried on and found your way to your room to see the flowers James had given you. As you passed through the inside courtyard you stopped for a moment and turned, waiting with your hands on your hips as your mother rounded the corner with a stern look in her eye.

“I was expecting you,” you smiled as she caught up, “would you like to sit or would you like to talk privately?”

“Privately,” she took your arm again, “who do you think I am?”

When you entered your room you were welcomed but a large bouquet of roses sitting on her vanity, already trimmed and in a vase. The sound of a gasp from your mother fell on deaf ears as you walked over and took in their scent, closing your eyes and smiling at the thought of James picking them out for you. Roses were not condolence flowers, but yet he got you them anyway.

“Who are those from?” she walked up and felt the healthy petals.

“Ser James,” though you had been calling him James for a little while it felt weird to add the title, “he’s been my companion for the last couple of days, ever since that man was able to get into my room. He’s so very kind and loves my art, he took me to the pond because he knew I’d like the scenery.”

“And he called you Lady Y/N, am I not mistaken?” she left the flowers alone and turned to you.

“I asked him to when he asked me to call him James and not Ser James,” you could feel the warmth spread out on your face, “he’s very kind.”

Your mother took your hand and made you look at her, “he seems like a good man, but I can not help but wonder if he feels the same as you. Most Knights never marry because they are so tied to the throne, I don’t know if he’d break his vow and be with you; I don’t want your heart to break.”

“He is still a friend,” you pressed your hand on top of hers, “and whatever this is it is still very young, neither of us has discussed courting because we’re happy seeing each other around and spending time together when they’re time to be spent.”

“I see,” she nodded, “but you like him, yes?”

“I do,” you couldn’t help but smile, “he’s just the kindest, softest man I’ve ever met.”

“Well I’m happy,” she patted your hand and stepped away, “you deserve a kind man.”

You waved her goodbye before heading back to the pond to continue painting, people knew to leave your setup alone. It was high noon by the time you were back to the water, taking one long breath before picking up your supplies and beginning again.

When you painted you seemed to lose a few senses, though you could see what you were painting and what the subject was, you did not know who was beside you or even in your peripheral. Back at home, your mother would scare you as she opened the door, claiming she knocked three times before tapping your shoulder. Your hearing was the worst when you were painting, never heard anyone call your name or the sound of someone walking closer; recently you had trained your ear to recognize your mother’s footsteps so she wouldn’t tsk after snapping you out of it.

“Lady Y/N,” James’ voice came from over your shoulder, it seemed he had waited for you to finish your stroke so he wouldn’t scare you into making a mistake.

“James,” you smiled as you looked over your shoulder, a bright smile quickly appearing on your face. You placed your palette on the little bench and put your brush down so it didn’t pick up any more paint, you brushed your hands down your paint apron. “I saw the roes you got me.”

“You did?” his head tilted to the side, a smirk on his face.

“They were so lovely,” you nodded and slipped off your apron completely.

“I came to ask…and something else-but I came to ask if your mother is now cross with me?” James looked extremely embarrassed but also worried, Lady Melina was not a force to be reckoned with. She was tough as nails and barely gave anyone any slack; except for you and Natasha.

“She’s fine,” you waved him off and took a step closer to close the awkward gap between the two of you, “no one calls me Lady even though that’s technically correct, she likes it when I’m called Princess because of my father.”

“I see,” he nodded, “I never met him,” he says as he looks at your painting.

“You didn’t miss too much,” you laughed but James did not, “he was a strict and very…rude man, he was rude to me the most.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” James’ voice was full of sincerity, something you didn’t experience every day between royal walls. “Well,” he straightened his back a bit, “I decided to give you a gift.”

“James, I saw the flowers,” you smiled and shook your head, curing one piece of hair behind your ear with the hands that were covered in paint.

James shook his head and walked with you away from your painting, his arm linking with yours so nicely you couldn't help but stare at the two limbs that were connected. As he walked with you down the gravel path you could see something small in the distance, it was on the ground. As you got closer your jaw hung lower, eyes looking at James though he looked forward.

“A picnic?” you gasped, your hand coming up and touching the exposed part of your chest, “you got me a picnic?”

“Yes,” James held your hand as you sat on the red cloth, “I was hoping I could join you?”

“Of course,” you cheered and pulled his hand so he was also sitting.

The spread was something you could have painted. There were a few different types of cheese, meats, and crackers all lined in along the wood plank. There were a few tea sandwiches and fruits that filled the spaces between everything, glasses of water and something else you couldn’t figure out my sight was sitting there as well.

All you could do was look between him and the food he had gotten for you, “I-” you started but didn’t know where to finish, your mind wandered and wandered until it was lost. Thinking of your father always caused you to remember things you tried to bury, his death ruined your day no matter how long ago it was. “I don’t deserve this,” was all you could say.

“Now,” your mother leaned down and placed both hands on her knees, “your father is very sick, he’s had a very fulfilling life but it seems he’s very tired and we need to say our goodbyes, alright?” his eyes were glossy as she looked between you and Natasha.

“Okay, mommy,” you spoke first, your little hands fiddling with the tool of your dress. You had just gotten back from your sewing lesson and saw your mother already talking to Natasha.

“What’s going to happen, mama?” Natasha cried.

“He’s going to take a very long sleep,” Melina whispered, “let’s go see him.”

Both of you stood behind your mother’s legs as she walked in. You saw many nurses at your father’s bedside, many of them trying to ease some sort of discomfort he was feeling, one was wringing out a towel and then placing it on his forehead, the other was giving him something to drink which wasn’t water.

As your mother walked forward so you did you, holding onto her dress now for some sort of protection. When you played with your dolls and dressed up with Natasha he always told you to suck in to look like her or make yourself smile like your dolls; then slap you. You were a child and didn’t know the lasting impact of those passing words.

“My Love,” your mother placed a hand on his forearm, “your daughters are here…to say goodbye.”

“Where’s Natasha?” he said right away. Natasha moved up onto the bed and sat on his lap, your father quickly pushed away all the handmaids so he could talk to her. “Oh, my darling,” he sighed, brushing her red hair behind one ear, “I’ll miss you, sweetheart, I hope you know that I am so proud of the woman you are becoming, even though you have only been on this Earth for a decade I can tell you will radiate such wonderful beauty, I just wish I was there to see you become a woman, Natasha.” he cradled her head as she cried into his shoulder, screaming for him not to leave.

You stood there, beside your mother, as you watched a few tears gather in his eyes.

When Natasha was done you stood at his bedside, taking one hand into yours. It seemed his tears dried up when he looked at you. “Y/N…” he looked at what you were wearing, “please don’t disappoint me, stop painting those stupid things and just accept you will marry someone someday, I do not want to watch from above and see you ruin a life that technically doesn't-” he was cut off by your mother slapping his arm, “give me one hug,” he opened his arms. When you begrudgingly hugged him his lips moved next to your ear, “you were never my daughter,” he whispered so quietly your mother didn’t hear, she would have slapped him, “you were more an exile I was forced to raise, a disappointment.” his teeth touched hard, punctuation his sentence.

You pulled out of the hug with a horrified expression, your mother pushed you behind her though she didn’t hear what he had said to you. As you left the room you looked over your shoulder, seeing him cough into a handkerchief that became red. His menacing eyes locked onto yours and his lips began to move.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you looked at James, “I need to leave-”

“Y/N,” he said slowly, “just eat some food, you’ve gone pale.” his hands guided your back down to a sitting position, one arm staying against your shoulder and turning you to face the food, “please,” he begged.

“I don’t feel well,” the past images flashed in your mind, “J-James…” you could hear how queasy your voice sounded, reaching out and placing both hands on his shoulders.

“Drink this,” he whispered, “just water, drink.” the rim of the cup met your parted lips, and he slowly tilted the cup towards you as you drank more, “there you go,” he whispered, scanning your entire body.

When you were finished drinking you still felt a churning pit in your stomach, your hand rested there as you leaned over, “I need to lie down,” your voice shook, a few tears falling down.

“Here here,” James’ voice was becoming frantic, he moved you so your head rested on his legs. James sat cross-legged and moved so your head rested on one thigh. As you lay down you saw his head above yours, his jawline was defined from this angle. “Get ice here now!” he yelled at someone who was over his shoulder, “do I need your mother?” his head was upside down as he looked down to whisper to you.

“N-no…” your hands covered your eyes due to the sun shining on them.

“Have you eaten today, Y/N?” he asked as he looked at the board, “what do you like to eat, hm?” he head quickly looked between you and the board, “please let me help you, we need to get some-”

“Cheese,” you whispered, a few sniffles following. After some rustling and movement from James, he tapped your shoulder, your hands moving to see he was holding a piece of brie right by your mouth, “thank you,” you gasped as he fed it to you.

“You need to eat more,” he muttered more to himself, “how have you gone all day without eating?” again, talking to himself rather than directly at you. “I mean, you’re in the sweltering heat, wearing black, on a sad day, you haven’t eaten, you’re most likely wearing some type of corset around your waist-imagine if I didn’t show up?” he gasped and finally looked down at you, his head upside down again, “you would have fainted, my god…” he whispered as he grabbed more of the same cheese, “we’re going to get you an umbrella or something to cover you when you paint.”

“That’s not necessary,” you shook your head and tried to sit up, getting hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness, his hands held your cheeks and guided you down on his thigh.

“Get an umbrella too, thank you,” he said as he took a bucket of ice from whoever approached, “are you sure I don’t need to get your mother?”

“No,” you said more sternly.

“Here,” he whispered and placed a piece of ice in his palm, cupping his hand and resting it on the backside of your neck. At the immediate touch, you moaned in relief, nausea getting a little better. “I thought this was going to be more romantic,” he joked and you laughed along.

“Give me the-” you didn’t have enough air to get out the full sentence, reaching for the bucket and placing it beside you.

“More on your neck?” he asked, flicking his hand so most of the water would fly off.

“My chest,” you groaned, touching the exposed skin of your chest, your pinkly falling in your cleavage.

“I-I’m afraid I can’t place it there,” he dug his hand into the ice.

“I know you wanted this to be romantic but this part isn’t,” you whispered and slightly sat up again, looking for the ice yourself.

When you laid back down you placed one cube in the middle of your collarbone, right at the dip in your neck. As you lay there and felt the ice rapidly melt you tried to fight the burning sensation of the extremely cold ice, your chest rising and falling faster the longer it went on. From how good it felt and how exhausted you were a few moans innocently escaped your lips from the deep breathing, your chest pressing hard against the bust of your dress, you could feel everything moving.

Your eyes were closed but James was no longer moving or saying anything, you hoped he had a little bit of decency and looked away while you tried to let the melting ice calm you. After most of the ice had melted and run off your body, some over your shoulders and some down between your breasts you looked up to see him thanking the man who set up the umbrella.

“Thank you,” you sighed, finally getting enough air into your lungs.

You sat up and really took in the spread in front of you, grabbing some food and quickly feeding yourself. He was right, you hadn’t eaten all day and only now realized how hungry you really were. He watched you, staring as you stuffed your face.

“This is really good,” you smiled after swallowing, “and I’m alright now,” you said more quietly.

“I’m glad,” he leaned forward and swiped a crumb from a cracker off your bottom lip, “just next time…take care of yourself before you’re about to pass out again, for my stresses sake,” you both laughed, leaning into one another.

“No promises.”

He didn’t say anything at first, leaning over and grabbing the same piece of cheese and feeding it to you, grabbing one for himself as well. “I feel like you’ve done that before,” he said quietly though no one was around.

“Almost faint when presented a picnic?” you laughed, laying back down and looking up at his upside-down face.

“No…” his eye flickered to the right, then the left, then in front, and then he turned to look over both shoulders, “drip ice between your breasts.”

“I didn’t purposely place it there, I placed it higher up,” though the sun was no long beaming on your face a new heat spread around you.

“Uh-huh,” he faked and bit his lip, “and those noises- my god, are you ever ladylike?”

“I-I… Ser James this is very inappropriate,” you gasped, your hand coming up to your chest and feeling the wetness.

“Then tell me to stop, Lady Y/N,” his tone dripped with a type of arrogance, a good kind. When you didn’t respond his tongue began to click, “and what did I say about my name, Y/N?” his hand moved so his thumb brushed the lower side of your face.

“S-sorry,” you brain wasn’t moving fast enough, “James,” you added.

“Good,” he nodded, his thumb moving closer and closer towards your lips before gently pressing on them. “You’re very beautiful,” his eyes scanned your body.

“And you’re very handsome,” you sat up so you were seeing him the right way, “I’m sorry about what I did with the ice, it was really unlady like.”

James simled and reached out so his hand laid on top of yours, “are you really sorry or are you saying that because you are a Lady?”

“I-” you were very quick to lose the stern face and break out a smile you tried to hide, biting down on your lip, “I’m not sorry,” your head shook as you leaned towards him.

“I’m not upset you did it either,” he leaned in as well, “I can’t kiss you the way I want to kiss you out here,” it looked like he was talking only to your lips the way they stuck there, “we have to wait.”

“That’s quite alright,” you nodded, “in the meantime, we can feed each food.”

“And…” his face became more serious, “whatever made you think you didn’t deserve this is wrong, you deserve the world and I’m prepared to give it to you,” a smile tugged at one side of his mouth, “we can talk later about what made you so upset, I would like to know so I don’t mistakenly cause another episode again, that’s all.”

“Okay,” you nodded, leaning forward and dropping your head on his shoulder, “you are nothing like the men I’ve been around before.”

“Who were the men you were around before?” He laughed and looked down at you.

“My father.”

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vtoriacore · 2 years

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✧ a push in the right direction

note: idk what possesed me to write this but my friend was rambling about how they were dreaming of deuce confessing to them a week prior so the inspiration truck came full force and this. this is coming straight from the notes app. also also also i haven't written much for epel and jack yet so they're on my radar to either suffer horrible angst or be happy (ig).

synopsis: in which, after an awkward encounter with your crush which you ran away from, your friends decide to help push you in the right direction. one, which will finally end the (very tiring from their perspective) pining on both your ends.

"Are you gonna kiss me prefect?~" Ace, in a very mocking voice, circled his arms around you with his lips all puckered up as you sighed out for the nth time this evening. Clearly staying in Heartslabyul and telling your group of friends about the awkward encounter was the wrong move.

"How childish, will you ever let Deuce and the prefect live this down?" Riddle, despite wanting to sound serious, was really failing to hide his own smile behind his hand. And oh boy you know it’s bad when even the Riddle Rosehearts himself, someone with zero romantic experience, finds this situation funny.

"Ahhh!! I can't believe I didn't catch that on video! It would've made for a perfect Magitok pov . . . I can just imagine the reactions of people, 'Oh how cute!' or 'Me and whoooo?' oh, oh, oh! Or, 'ughh theyre so dreamyy and for whattt'. What a wasted opportunity! 100% SRS! Everyone would've ate that right up!" Cater's voice rang out through the room as his little monologue sent the red headed first year still clutching onto your arms into a fit of laughter. You had to admit it made you want to laugh just a little bit, but your conflicting state of mind didn't allow you to.

"Aren't we being a bit too harsh?" Trey, finishing up the cake he was decorating for tomorrow's unbirthday party, hummed with a tilt oh his head.

"Finally! Thank you Trey! He was trying his best- if anything you should be mocking me! Looking at you Ace," you smiled slightly, recalling the way the cobalt haired boy accidentally let that slip of the tongue pass through. As sweet a moment as it was, you did accidentally ruin it. Your smile fell at that thought slightly, although no one seemed to catch it.

"Aww, look at you smiling and all! You got a lil' crush on Deuce too? How cute~!" with a huge grin, Cater took his phone out with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You did not like where this was going.

"Cater . . . What are you doing?" the colour drained from your face as you watched him type something. When you tried to move however, Ace held you back with a very much wicked grin of his own as he spoke up, "ah, ah, ah! Not so fast prefect! Today is gonna be your lucky day and you'll have us to thank for it!"

"I must agree this once, and with Ace of all people no less. It is very exhausting seeing the two of you clearly be romantically interested in one another and not doing anything about it," with a little shrug, the Heartslabyul dorm leader leaned on the counter top as he observed Cater's work. You couldn't even begin to describe how nerve racking this really was.

"It's for your own good prefect, so please don't worry. Want a cupcake? I made extra this morning, it might help a little with your nerves," you really appreciated the strawberry flavoured pastry Trey handed to you at that moment, as a loud 'ding' noise reverberated throughout the room, signalling a message must've come through.

You thanked the baker and quickly took a bite, intently observing Cater's expression as his face morphed into one of delighted anticipation. Although it eased you at first, your heart nearly stopped when he furrowed his eyebrows.

"W-what . . . What did he say? Is he still upset I ran away? I already apologised- did my message not come through earlier?" your ramblings quickly made the apricot haired boy snap his head up to look at you.

"Oh no, no! Nothing like that don't worry~ He just said he'd love to hear the confession coming straight from you hehe!" that damn grin came back onto his face, and you wanted to scream.

"A CONFESSION? WHAT DID YOU SAY CATER??" and scream you did, as anxiety filled your entire being to the brim. You weren't really surprised things went this way because of course they did. Expectations of anything semi-good happening were low in this world for you!

"Woah calm down, it's all good! We all agreed for Cater to send a simple 'the prefect's also got a thing for you', nothing more," the crimson haired boy from behind you put his chin on your shoulder, sighing out soon after at your panicked form.

"For the record, we do feel apologetic for having to do this. But as Trey mentioned earlier, this really is for your own good," Riddle nodded his head in your direction. It might've been the thought that counted but it didn't necessarily make things any easier to face.

"You should go see Deuce by the way, he's most likely waiting in his room," finally finishing up the vanilla cake, Trey eyed your form and beckoned for you to go.

"I can't believe you all planned this . . . Not like I can back out now. Well, wish me luck at least," your voice came out feeble as you started heading in the direction of the door, hearing Ace snicker and Cater mumble something to Riddle as Trey clicked his tongue at the remark. You sincerely hoped it wasn't directed at your situation but by now, you knew differently.

"It's okay . . . Deuce clearly likes me back. They wouldn't lie to me about that. I hope he saw my apology message. Why did I run anyway? Must I always panic and make things so awkward?" you ran a hand through your hair as you navigated the dark corridor, it didn't help that the lighting was dim and the sun was already out of sight. The nerves came back tenfold as you thought about Deuce.

When you finally reached the end of the corridor, you almost gave out a shrill shriek as you felt yourself walking directly into someone, "sorry- my bad!"

"P-prefect? I didn't know you were . . . Sorry," your eyes widened when you recognised the owner of the voice. After some silence ensued (mostly on your end), you heard the teal eyed boy clear his throat, "I was . . . I was actually looking for you."

"Oh- You got that stupid message from Cater right? I was just making my way to your dorm room," you bit your lip, trying to avoid eye contact the best you could.

"About that . . . Do you really- I mean, of course I don't doubt you or anything but- I just want to hear it straight from you and well," with a harsh swallow, Deuce cut his sentence off as he observed your reaction.

"Yes. I do, you know, really like you. I didn't mean to run away after you asked to kiss me, really! I just panicked because I didn't think you were serious, sorry," you finally looked up, seeing just about the most beautiful sight yet.

You doubted even the starry sky of this evening could comapre to the way Deuce's eyes shone as a crimson red hue overtook his face. It looked so ethereal that you couldn't help but gaze longer and longer. And by the Great Seven, the longer you stared, the harder it was to tear your gaze away from his lips. You couldn't even feel yourself drawing closer and closer in until reality finally came back when you felt his lips meet your own in a delicate yet passionate kiss that threatened to overtake your senses and clarity -or whatever remained of it.

"I . . . " his voice came out meagre when you two finally separated to catch some air. Your knees almost wanted to buckle under his intense stare, as that hypnotising pair of sparkling, turquoise eyes remained glued to your lips. It was clear Deuce was finding it hard to look away, wanting nothing more but to continue this endeavour and yet, he felt the urge to pour his entire heart out to you. Right here and right now, and he didn't have the patience to keep his feelings locked away any longer.

"Listen, I just . . . I really like you too. I mean it, and it would mean the entire world and more if you could do me the honours of becoming my significant other. I know I'm not the best at this romance stuff but, I would love to try . . . with you, if you'd let me?" small, nervous smile gracing his lips, the boy sheepishly rubbed his neck, awaiting your answer. And he didn't have to wait long, "I'd love that Deuce. I'm so happy you feel the same way."

He supposed he got the answer to his original question in the very end too, and it turned out asking to kiss the very person who stole his heart was the correct choice after all.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #cater diamond #twst imagines

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jadienjaystoriesandart · 2 years

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The Fairy and the ‘Dragon’

Warning: None really, mentions of human trafficking, but that’s about it... also threats, in a funny way.

Pov: Second (You/Your)

Notes: I’ve slowly falling in love with the Hybrid Twins, so here’s one set after @peachsodama story. (I’ve fallen in love with your works too hehe) Emmet X Reader

Summary: After your best friend almost got kidnapped, you’ve been a bit protective. It’s only in your nature, they were the reason you showed your full hybrid traits. Sylveon Hybrids only showed fully when they found a close friend or mate. You’re lucky you haven’t found a mate yet. So, with your friend showing interest in a mate, you decided to cement that you approve... and that you do have scary dog privileges too. And you also end up meeting a man who is... interesting.

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You felt happy for them, very happy, they deserved a mate who cared, who would treat them well. The way they talked about him, the soft fond look, you felt your own tail wag at their happiness. The feelings were so genuine, and you wanted to test to see if his feelings were real too. You would not let anyone hurt or take advantage of them. After what happened and you coming to the hospital very upset, and getting the police report... you were tempted to break some laws to put some nasty curses on those bastards. Fairy Types were often said to be scarier than Dark or Ghosts when it came to curses. Never mess with the “Fae’ as some Fairy Hybrids were called.

But they promised you they were find, laughing at your mutterings of revenge. And started to tell you of Ingo, the man who saved them. And this was how you found yourself knocking on the door too the mans office and peering in. Finding the two brothers at work. You weren’t one to fear people easy, and a Chandelure Hybrid wasn’t one of them. But your eyes did look at the Galvantula hybrid nearby, he was... interesting with the many eyes and four arms.

“Uh... hello, can we help you?” Your ears twitched looking to the man, fit the description your friend gave you. You smiled, showing your fangs as you did so, “You must be Ingo, my friend told me much about you.” you said giving their name as his eyes widen at that and a purple flush on his cheeks.

“Ah yes... they doing alright?” Ingo asked after clearing his throat, you give a nod to that, ears moving again as your ribbons flick also. You could feel eyes staring at you from the other brother. “That’s good, that’s good.” he said again.

You nodded in agreement, “I came to thank you for helping my Friend. I had meant to walk home with them, but they insisted it was fine...” You flash teeth in anger at what had happened, your ribbon feelers tensing and untensing as you relaxed. “Possibly would have killed them had I gotten ahold of those bastards.” you said slowly.

“Oh I was tempted.” came a reply from the guy at the desk as he smiles showing fangs also, you tilted your head in acknowledgment. His tone and emotions said that those guys didn’t leave without some pain.

Ingo looked at you up and down as you beamed back at him, “I also wish to tell you, I do approve of you.” you told him as he could only gap. “I think you’ll make a fine mate for them, they deserve someone who cares and who appreciates them.” The purple flush was back as he could only stutter a bit, amusing. Your smile never leaves as you lean close, eyes glowing an eerie blue, “But if you dare break their heart... I will pry your true name from your mouth and maim you.” you said in a deadly serious tone.

You never thought a ghost hybrid could get paler, but he nodded, “R-Rest assured, I would not dream of hurting them.” he said to you tone slowly taking a firmer tone, as if he didn’t almost wet himself.

“Then you have nothing to worry about from me!” You tell him happily, as if you didn’t just threaten him. From your left you heard his brother snicker at the sight. You flick a ribbon to him lightly, not touching him but in acknowledgement. And turned back to Ingo, “I hope you make them very happy Ingo, they are head over heels for you.” you said in a softer tone.

This gets him flustered again, what a roll coaster of emotions you made this man go through, it was funny. “I best be going though, pleasure to meet you, I’ll be watching you.” you tell him turning to leave. His brother got to his feet, “I’ll walk you out.” he offered, and you shrug at that. And didn’t see Emmet snickering at Ingo with a grin.

The door closed behind you both as Emmet grins, “I am Emmet.” he tells you as you nod to that. “That was funny, scary dog privileges?” you teased you lightly, mandibles clicking a bit. A giggle like bells escapes your lips, “They are the reason I gained my features, they are my Friend, my partner. Normally my kind take them as mates, but I wanted to give them an option, and I’m fine with that.” you explained.

“Sylveon Hybrids are verrrrrry rare.” Emmet comments to you, and you hum in agreement. You were, rarely do any Eevee hybrids find their Friend. In your time you’ve only met one others like you, and his mate. it was nice to meet someone like yourself, made you feel less like something to gawk at.

You were beautiful, all fairy hybrids were. And ethereal face, eyes that were a bit too large, you had no whites, it was all blue with only black dots for pupils. Having long ears with a bow on the left ear and a bow on your chest. Your ribbon feelers extended from your ears and shoulder area. Your hands ended in claws that were pink and white in color. And a long tail that was super fuzzy. Though most only looked surface deep at it all, fairy types were wanted, many ended up in trafficking. Though for each one taken, many more found dead for daring to touch a fairy hybrid. Your kind was feared by some, it was ill advised to give you name to a fairy hybrid, or follow one alone.

Yet this man didn’t seem to care about that, happily chatting away about how his brother had bene pining for days. Sighing like a swooning prince, which made you laugh. You took in his appearance better, bug hybrids were often not liked. Many said they looked ‘gross’ or ‘unappealing’. Bullcrap if you say so, he was quiet attractive.

Having a smile on his face that showed his fangs and small mandibles that clearly he could retract. Four arms, all alight with fuzz that no doubt could shock you. Four eyes, all a deep purplish blue color. Your ribbons twitched lightly as you observed him, subconsciously trying to give off calm feelings, to be noticed. You stopped yourself though, embarrassing, you were trying to impress him! You saw the guy like you do the same thing. He said one does this to mates to show they are pretty, they can help with anything needed. Their kind needed to solve conflict, and those with high strung feelings made for ideal mates.

And oh boy could you sense the emotion on this man, so much of it. Emmet just released waves of so many feelings. It was... intoxicating, your ribbon wrapped around his wrist lightly, wanting to feel more. Emmet blinked at this and laughed, “Sorry am I a bit much?” he asked to you, a bit flushed by your reaction.

Your blue eyes gazed at his many eyes, “No.. I like it.” You said softly, almost lost in a dreamy state, you like his happiness, his enthusiasm, his giddy undertones. “You’re...” you pinch your face looking for the right word, “Cute.” you finally said.

This seemed to be enough to send the poor hybrid over the edge, his face turning bright, and electricity crackling on his arms. But you seemed unbothered by the slight static. “C-Cute?” he stammered out as you laugh at that and nod to that. Might as well go through with it, despite how you felt the heat on the back of your neck.

The moment ended as you neared people out front, slowly, and reluctantly you detached your ribbons from him. Passively his feelings were still there, but no as intense as before. “It was nice meeting you too Emmet.” you finally tell him looking at him as he nodded to that in agreement. Four hands wringing together lightly.

“C-Can we meet again some time?” He finally asked you, “If that’s fine with you.”

You smiled at that, little fangs showing again, “I’d like that.” you tell him, ribbons against twitching, wanting to wrap around him again. To just... feel the happiness, to just feel him. The softness of his fur, it oddly looked sharper than it was. Leaning closer, your press to his cheek, careful of the mandibles area, and kiss him softly. Then nuzzle his neck lightly, your ribbon twitching happily on your ears. “See you later Emmet.” you tell him.

You left into the crowd of people, leaving the conductor standing there in shock. They say a kiss from a fairy was good luck, and boy did Emmet feel like it was going to be his lucky... everything!

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- Fairy hybrids, mostly Sylveon’s, love emotion. Each one likes one different, you like happiness, and all sorts of positive emotions.

- Mates are chosen on their emotions rather than looks alone. Hence why the stories of anyone can court a Fae, if brave enough.

- Sylveons are quiet brave little pokemon, and will show unflinching confidence to even the biggest of foes.

- Hope you all enjoyed this cute fluff

#emmet x reader #second person pov #subway master emmet #submas #hybrid emmet #pokemon hybrid au #one-shot #fluff #tw mentions of human trafficking

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thora-jane · 3 years

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I've Already Lost pt iv (TASM! Peter x Reader)

(a/n) For the record, I didn't expect this to get such a big following, and I certainly didn't expect this to get a part four (or a part 5? Maybe even a part 6???) In the past few days, I've written more than I have in months and it's been really helpful. I wouldn't have been able to do it without all the support from my audience (you wonderful Sandwich Buddies, you) Thank you for reading!

Summary: When Spidey crashes into your fire escape, you start to confront feelings and futures you weren't expecting. Peter starts to do the same.

Warnings: swearing probably. Mentions of blood and very light injury.

Word Count: 3,239

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You:

What did you say to him?

Harry:

What?

You:

I talked to Peter today and he sounded upset when I brought you up.

What did you say to him.

Harry:

I called him out on his bullshit

He didn’t like it.

He told me to stay away from him for a while.

You:

You called him out on his bullshit?

Harry:

Yeah.

He didn’t like it either.

Harry hadn’t done anything bad to you, but something about this wasn’t adding up.

Harry:

Why do you want to know?

That made you set your phone down. Something about this wasn’t adding up. Peter didn’t like getting mad at people, and Harry was one of the people he was close with. You knew Peter, he’d go down kicking and screaming before letting go of someone he cared about that much.

You weren't sure what had happened, but this didn’t feel right.

You:

Idk

That was the last thing you had sent. A week passed and Harry hadn’t responded. You and Peter barely talked to each other and you were certain Gwen was completely ignoring you at this rate. The only good thing was Spiderman, he had shown up every day at lunch, and the two of you ate sandwiches together. You spent the last weekend shut up in your room again, looking at the photographs and doing your homework. But without Spidey by your side, the weekend seemed to drag on forever. Part of you doubted he’d join you again on Monday, but lo and behold, he landed by your side and the two of you ate your sandwiches every day since.

“Of course I came! I wouldn’t miss this for the world, it’s the best part of my day!” he had said, rolling up his mask and chomping down on his sandwich.

“Mine too,” you smiled.

Turning to the notebook and textbook you had lying open on your bedroom floor, you sprawled out as you tried to do your homework. God, why did it have to always be math and science? The two things you hated, the two things you were bad at, and the two things Peter always helped you with.

Luckily you didn’t need to focus for long, a loud thud hit your window, pulling you from whatever trace of productivity you started to settle in.

“Spidey?” You hissed, running over to the window and opening it quickly, “Holy shit you’re bleeding- Oh my god get in here,” You tried not to shout this late, opening the window wider to help him in.

“Thank god this is your place,” He panted, clenching his jaw as he eased onto the bed with your help.

“How did you know I was here?” You asked, looking at the scratches on his shoulder. Shit shit shit how bad is this oh god-

“I didn’t,” he winced.

“You mean you just crash into people’s fire escapes? What, do you hope for the best?” You tried to laugh, but couldn’t seem to find any of this funny.

“I wasn’t gonna ask for help I just…” he shivered, taking a deep breath, “needed a place to rest for a moment.”

“Well you can stay for more than just a moment,” you said, grabbing a box of tissues and dabbing at the blood on his shoulder, “Hold this here, I’ll be right back,” You closed the window and left the room quickly, thankful that your mom was out of the house for the evening. You raided your bathroom cupboard for rubbing alcohol, gauze, ointment, bandages, towels, anything you thought could help. After filling a bowl with soapy water, you ran back to your room with your precarious stack of items in your arms.

“You don’t have to…” His voice was weak, tired. Maybe it was his injuries, but it honestly sounded like he was just exhausted.

“I should probably clean off your shoulder at the very least. Superhero or not having blood all over you isn’t good,” You wrung the excess water from the cloth before blushing, “Uh…how do you want to go about this?” you asked, trying to find a way to clean the blood off his shoulder.

“Try not to stare-” he let out a short laugh that came out more as a huff before reaching behind him and unzipping the suit a bit, shrugging it off his shoulders.

“-Woah there tiger let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you blurted out, reaching out to hold up the collar of his costume so it wouldn’t expose his chest, “How about you uh… maybe you should lay down,” You found yourself trying to stall as you gently helped him lay down on your bed.

“But your bed, I don’t want to get it bloody-”

“It’s not that messy, I just need to clean you up,” You reasoned with him, carefully uncovering only the part of his shoulder you needed to clean. He was right about what he said earlier, it really wasn’t that bad, you just couldn’t stand to see him in bad shape. You quickly went to work wiping away the dirt and dried blood before applying ointment, “You’re right, this isn’t too bad. Is it ok if I look at your other shoulder too?”

He hummed, “You sure you aren’t just trying to get this costume off?” You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t help but feel all the heat creep into your face.

“Trust me, Spidey. If I ever tried to get you out of the suit, you’d know,” Against your better judgment you gave him a wink before tugging the suit down to expose the other shoulder. While assessing what state his shoulder was in (nothing too bad at all really) you chose to ignore the way he swallowed and shifted his legs.

“You seem fine to me,” you started with a sigh, laying the top of his costume back over his shoulders before placing the back of your hand on his forehead, “but you’re obviously exhausted. And freezing. Do you drink tea?”

His shoulders relaxed, “I love tea, yeah,” he yawned, “tea is the best.”

“Alrighty then, I’ll go get you some tea, don’t move, alright?” your voice was firm but mostly full of care. Spidey had no arguments, and before any time had really passed, you were back in your room with a cup of tea and an extra blanket, ready to tuck him in.

“You’re too good, (y/n),” he said softly as you laid the blanket over his body and set the mug on the table by your bed. You just smiled, shrugging it off, but he reached out for your hand, “Really…I can’t thank you enough. This past week has been…difficult for me in more ways than one and you’ve somehow made it all bearable. Really, I don’t deserve you-”

You held a finger up to where you figured his lips would be behind the mask, “Spidey, you go out and risk your life for the city every day, you deserve every good thing and more,” You sat down next to him, smoothing out the blankets, “Stay as long as you need, ok?”

He nodded, laying his head down on the pillow again. It was then that the photos you left on the table caught his eye, “What’s that?” he asked, nodding to them. Your heart dipped as you reached out to pick them up.

“These are…some old photos. I took them a while ago of my friend-”

“The one you love?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at them.

You nodded, “Yeah. We went to a skate park and I took these when he wasn’t looking,” you felt a smile tug at your lips, “His name’s Peter. He loves to skate and he made me crash later. I nearly broke my leg, he had to carry me home-”

“He sounds like an asshole,” He said. You couldn’t quite read his tone, but you shook your head.

“No, no he’s not an asshole. Sometimes stupid, yeah. But he’s not an asshole,” You weren’t sure if you were smiling from the memories or grimacing from the pain they caused as you flipped one of them over, taken by (y/n) (y/l/n).

“He probably could have been better to you, though,” he shrugged, “If I knew a girl like you loved me I wouldn’t let you go. Just saying.”

“I think you got hit in the head, Spidey,” you chuckled, setting the photos down before placing your palm on his forehead, “You should probably rest.”

“Could you stay with me?” he asked rather quickly, “I…I’d rather not be alone right now. And I really enjoy your company. If you’re not busy I’d really appreciate it,” his words sort of stumbled out before you nodded, smiling as you laid down in the space between him and the wall.

“Not how I was expecting to spend my Friday night, for the record,” you chuckled. After a second you froze, “This isn’t like…it’s not like we have anything going on here-”

“Oh no. Nononono. We’re sleeping together not sleeping together. This absolutely doesn’t have to be anything if you don’t want it to,” He started reasoning rather quickly as you picked up on it.

“I mean, I’m monitoring you, you’re resting, I’m resting. There is no feelings of tension. I mean I’ve slept in the same bed as friends before and that didn’t go anywhere-”

“Of course it didn’t,” he agreed, “Because physical affection and proximity don’t have one exclusive meaning of intimacy.”

“Right,” you nodded before laying your head on his unscathed shoulder, “Right.”

“Sweet dreams, (y/n)” He sighed, resting his cheek on your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Spidey.”

At some point that night, he had managed to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. You didn’t mind. Sure, you two had only known each other for about two weeks, but something about him made you feel like you’d known him for longer. There was this undeniable sense of safety you felt with him. This feeling of familiarity and warmed your heart as you dared to nuzzle your face into where his neck met his shoulders and place your hand on his chest.

It’s almost like being with Peter.

But not quite. Peter would never hold you this close, he had Gwen to hold instead. Peter would never say things like ‘you’re too good for me’ or ‘I don’t deserve you’ Because Peter didn’t love you. He never would. And you didn’t love Spiderman, that’s for certain but…

But maybe there could be a life after Peter.

You quietly reached over to grab your phone and check the time. It was 2 AM.

But not just that, you’d gotten a text from Peter.

It was a while ago, you must have been out of the room getting things to clean up Spiderman. Something squeezed at your stomach, and you opened the text without hesitation.

Sk8r Boy Pete:

Was walking down your street and saw the

wall-crawler crash land on your fire escape

Everything alright?

Are you ok?

Is he ok?

For the first time in over a week, Peter made you smile.

If there was a life after Peter Parker, one thing was for certain; It was gonna hurt like hell.

You:

I’m fine, Pete. Spidey’s fine. He just got a bit banged

up but nothing too bad. He’s actually a really sweet

guy.

You hit send. Not a second later you heard Spiderman’s phone buzz. Which was a little odd, but you were too tired to give it a second thought. You placed your phone back on the table and tried to stifle a yawn.

“(y/n)? Are you awake?” Spidey groaned, his voice was low and a little hoarse as he stretched.

“No, go back to sleep, it’s alright,” You said, hushing him softly. But he only sat up and looked around the room.

“What time is it?” he asked, rubbing his eyes through the suit before looking down at his hands and mumbling, “wait, I’m still in the suit?”

“It’s 2 am. And of course you’re in the suit Spidey, why wouldn’t you be?” You asked.

“Oh, I just…it’s just weird to wake up in the suit, y’know? I thought it was you and me for a moment and not…you and Spiderman?” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

“I guess,” you paused, “I don’t know who you are though,” you pointed out, sitting up next to him.

“You don’t?” He asked, some hesitancy in his voice before he continued, “Oh yeah, that’s right. You don’t,” he let out a nervous chuckle before shifting off the bed, “that’s probably for the best right now. Sorry if any of this was…weird-”

“No it’s fine, don’t apologize,” you couldn’t see his face, but you heard him sigh, “Really. If you’re not uncomfortable I’m not uncomfortable. And this doesn’t have to be a regularly occurring thing,” your voice was quiet as he stood up, running his hands over his face and nodding.

“Thank you…for this. It’s been nice. Really. I’ll see you around-”

“Next Monday?” you asked, feeling concern line your voice, “I’m sorry if I did something wrong I-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he interrupted as he began to pace, “It’s just been an interesting past few weeks and there’s been a lot of things on my mind. I enjoy the time we spend, I really do. But if I don’t show up on Monday please don’t take it personally.”

You nodded, “You need to go, don’t you,” you tried to hide the sadness in your voice, but failed.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I promise we’ll see each other again though,” he stopped in front of you, bending down so his face was level with yours, “you mean a lot to me, and I mean that,” he paused, rolling up his mask just above his lips. It was dead silent, and you could hear his shaky breathing as he placed his fingers under your jaw, “I promise.”

He leaned in. You couldn’t breathe, which only made your pounding heart feel louder as he gently pressed his lips to your cheek. They were soft, spare a cut on his bottom lip that had already started to heal, and you could feel the start of stubble on his chin tickling your jaw. He only kissed your cheek for a moment, but it seemed to stretch on forever. He pulled away, tugging his mask back over his face before opening the window and crawling out into the night.

~(+_+)~ y/n ~(+_+)~:

I’m fine, Pete. Spidey’s fine. He just got a bit banged

up but nothing too bad. He’s actually a really sweet

guy.

He looked at your text. She thinks he’s sweet? God, he had been such a fool. He should have stayed. He should have left earlier. ‘He’s actually a really sweet guy.’ Did you like Spiderman? Did you still love him? Was either of those possibilities good things?

He tucked his phone back in his pocket before jumping off the roof, shooting out a web, and starting his swing to wherever he was headed next. Patrols. Patrols could keep his mind off you. You and Gwen and Harry and the whole shit show that had been the past two weeks. He didn’t need to think about how you had hugged him. Or how he was still trying to breathe without feeling absolutely dizzy thinking about how you’d practically shared the same breaths. Or how soft your cheek was under his lips-

He didn’t need to think about Gwen, how she had been pushing for him to stop seeing you altogether, ‘she said she wanted you, Peter. I’ve seen the way she looks at you and…I just don’t feel comfortable with that. She told me she’d never get over you and I think it’d be best if you just stayed away from each other.’ Something about her story and your story wasn’t quite matching up. And now even Gwen was seeming a little distant, especially with her interview for Oxford coming up.

No matter what was happening, Gwen was applying to Oxford. She and Peter had talked about it a few times; whether they’d break up, if they’d try long-distance, the possibility of him going to London with her. Peter still had his own college opportunities to think about and was more than open to a long-distance relationship. But after these past few weeks, he wasn’t so sure.

He didn’t want to think about Harry. Not right now.

After his rounds were done, he still wasn’t ready to go home, so he went to the only place he knew he could find some peace.

He sat at the edge of the half-pipe, feet dangling over the side. It was freezing, but he didn’t care, maybe the cold would knock some sense into him. He looked at the drop and from here, it did look steep. If he had his board on him, he might have tried to skate, but there was nothing to do but sit now.

No matter how hard he tried, all he could do is think of you.

He took out his phone, scrolling through his camera roll. After a minute of scrolling, he finally found it and hit play.

“Pete, I suck at this,” you whined, standing at the edge of the drop, his board in your hand, “Oh my god, are you recording? Turn it off right now this shirt is covered in sweat I look nasty.”

“I’m not recording,” he lied with a laugh, “And you look fine! Just do it it’ll be epic!”

“If I die I’m gonna kill you,” you had tried to sound threatening, but your smile gave it all away. You placed one foot on the board, kicking off with your other. You went flying off the edge, wheels barely staying on the ground before you tripped on your own feet and got launched into the air. You screamed, and Peter couldn’t make it in time to catch you as you tumbled through the air and hit the ground on your hands and knees. This was long before he had gotten bit by the spider, all he could do is call out your name and start running to you.

He thought he turned off the recording when he tucked his phone in his pocket, but instead, he left it on, recording the muffled sounds of him asking if you were ok.

“I don’t know if now’s the appropriate time but…you looked really cool- oh shit, your knee!”

The screen was black, but Peter could still imagine how you looked, tears in your eyes as he scooped you up.

“Pete I can probably walk-”

“Absolutely not,” his voice was strained, left without the proportionate strength of a spider, it took a lot of work to carry you home that night.

He could carry you now. He could carry you for miles with ease. He would have been able to catch you before you fell. He would have told you he was Spiderman and then maybe you’d love him even more.

He’d have the confidence to go after you.

Maybe he’d even the confidence to tell you how he really felt when he carried you home that night, instead of pushing it aside. Instead of waiting for someone else like Gwen to come along.

Instead of pretending he didn’t love you the way he did.

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abogaboga · 3 years

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THE GAME CALLED LOVE • PETER/ YB

requests: open ig

warnings: yandere-behavior, 18+ (creator’s wishes, respect them.)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this game has been stuck in my head for the past week and my ass is obsessed. it’s a literal gold mine for angst fics 😌

part two • part three

YBF belongs to @/y0urb0yfriend & @/invertedmindinc

“You know I love you, right?”

You couldn’t help but sneer at your so-called boyfriend. “You don’t love me.” You spat, crossing your arms, eyes fixated on the TV that played in front of you. In your peripheral, you could see his face drop, he looked like a kicked puppy… good. Scooting a bit closer to you, he held your hands in his, looking at you with those big blue eyes. “B-But I do love you, I swear I do.” He declared, silently begging for you to look at him. Fed up with his desperate facade, you snatched your hands away from him.

“No, you don’t. People don’t kidnap the people they love!”

You shouted, shooting him a glare before continuing, “People don’t stalk their partners, get upset the minute the attention isn’t on them or hurt their partners. That is not how love works, Peter.” You claim, muttering the last part to yourself. After that, the two of you went silent. Deathly silent. If a pin dropped, you would be able to hear it. You continued to stare at the TV, not paying attention to what was playing. Anything was better than looking or conversing with him. Peter just looked down at his hands, eyes wide with shock. You’ve raised your voice at him before but never flat out yelled at him. He wasn’t sure if he liked that behavior.

The silence quickly became uncomfortable, seeing as neither of you were speaking. Deciding to check on Peter, not that you cared about him, you looked in his direction. Only to see him now glaring at his hands. Anger imprinted on his face and suddenly a sense of dread washed over you. Things never ended well when he was upset.

“Do you really think I don’t love you?”

He inquired, you knew it was rhetorical, so you stayed silent. “Everything I do is for you and you think I don’t love you?!” He exclaimed, placing a hand on his face and laughing to himself. You just stared at him, holding yourself a little tighter. “Oh darling, you are a funny one.” He sighed before grabbing your face and yanking it close to his, “The things I do for you, that’s dedication, that’s loyalty, you should be ecstatic that someone wants to be with you that badly. So don’t you ever doubt my love for you again, I would move heaven and hell just to be with you. Don’t forget it.” He demanded, his smile dropping as he finally let go of his death grip on your face.

You held your face and gently rubbed your cheeks, no doubt there will be bruises there in the morning. It took everything in your power not to say anything back to him, that would only escalate the situation and make him angrier. But just as quickly as his anger formed, it disappeared. And you found yourself dealing with his facade once again. “Did I grip your face too hard? I’m sorry.” He apologized, reaching out to rub your cheeks for you. You cursed yourself internally for flinching slightly. Peter noticed, obviously, but moved his hands away from you regardless. Instead opting to just kneel in front of you. “...You know, I don’t like hurting you. Just sometimes you make me so angry. I mean you think I don’t love you for christ’s sake, how could you ever think that?” He asked. This time you knew it wasn’t a rhetorical question, due to the way he was looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. But you didn’t grant him the privilege of receiving one.

Peter sighed to himself before standing up and walking to the kitchen. And you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You had to get out of here, that much was evident. But that wasn’t easy, he watched you 24/7 and you're almost sure he had cameras everywhere, the bathroom included. Not only that, you didn’t know the layout of his house very well. Flashbacks of the last time you tried to escape flooded your mind, making you subconsciously pick at the cast encasing your leg. You didn’t want to think of what he would do if he caught you trying to leave again. He might just cut off your leg completely, he was crazy enough to do it. Insane bastard.

After a moment of thinking, you finally came up with a plan. You had to play along. As much as you despised and feared this man, you had to pretend to love him. That’s the only way you could gain his trust and with that trust, he might slip up. Giving you the opportunity to get help or at the very least get some distance between the two of you. Because this current situation was not doable, you refused to be cooped up in this house with this deranged man for the rest of your life. If you had to flee the country, change your name, appearance, whatever, you would do it. Your family probably already thought you were dead so you might as well keep it that way. You knew this wouldn’t be easy and you knew it wouldn’t happen overnight. Peter was insane but he wasn’t stupid. He probably would catch on to your fakeness if you weren’t careful.

Hearing his footsteps approaching, you took a deep breath in an attempt to compose yourself. “Here darling, I made you dinner,” Peter stated, handing you a plate of food. If you wanted to get out of here, you had to stop the silent treatment. You wouldn’t get anywhere if you didn’t speak to the man. “...Thank you.” You said, taking the plate and began eating. You noticed how Peter’s eyes shone with happiness, with good reason. Most days you spoke a maximum of two sentences to him and refused to eat. Sometimes to the point where he would have to force-feed you. So, in his eyes, this was progress. He sat back down, next to you, and watched you eat intently, when you finished, he waited for your review as if you were some food critic.

“Dinner was great, thanks.”

You complimented, you thought about using a nickname like babe but you figured that it was too soon. Baby steps. Peter smiled widely, glad that you liked his cooking. He placed the plate aside and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, “I’m glad you liked it darling.” He murmured in your ear. Even though fiber in your body was yelling at you to push him away, you didn’t. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him gently. “I’m sorry about earlier, I’m appreciative of everything you do for me… I was just upset.” You apologized, not meaning a single word. Peter returned the hug, squeezing tightly. You could feel his smile widen even more against your neck.

You could play this game, and you intended to win.

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lunarticxenia · 3 years

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Moon Signs Pt. 2

Hi guys here’s part 2 of the moon sign series! After I post this, I’m going to be focusing more on answering your questions, I have a lot to answer. Thanks so much for all the support! Without further ado, here’s Libra through Pisces moons!

🌵Libra Moon: You guys LOVE attention, and you don’t even try to hide it LMAO. One of my good friends is a Libra moon and he literally loves to say outlandish things just to get a reaction from us and to get attention from us if we’re not talking to him enough in a conversation. Libra moons also love relationships and if underdeveloped they may feel incomplete without one. They can also be very dependent on their partner for happiness as well. However, they are romantic and in love with love. They’re also extremely sensitive and are very feminine. Even in men, it gives them a more feminine touch to their personality. They also hold their morals in very high regard. They have their set morals and won’t change them for anything or anyone. They also tend to hate conflict and usually shy away from confrontation. They’re also too nice, WAYYYYYY too nice. You guys need to be more assertive LMAO. They’re also extremely optimistic and if they don’t believe in that particular way they at least try to be optimistic with others. They’re always reminding you the glass is half full. Also, Libra moons are mad clingy. Even with those they’re not dating LMAO. My Libra moon friend whenever I try to leave the FaceTime Call, he’s like “Don’t go... :(”. They just love to be around the ones they love. They’re also in love with beauty, and all things beautiful in the world. They’re lovers of music, art, film, and literature. Libra moons also have a softness in their eyes, I can’t describe it. This girl I used to like has a Libra moon and her eyes were just so soft. They’re also extremely indecisive, they tend to flip flop between who they wanna be and what they wanna do. They also aren’t shy when it comes to compliments, they will compliment TF out of you. They’re the best hype man. They also put others before themselves a lot, and can be very shy upon first meeting them. However once they feel comfortable around you they open up. One last thing, I feel like they tend to like anyone who’s nice to them...don’t attack me. LMAO.

🌵Scorpio Moon: I feel like Scorpio moons have about ten different playlists relating to their emotions and still won’t open up to anyone about how they feel. Scorpio moons I feel have such intense emotions that they just don’t deal with them and they tend to implode after a while. I relate to them a lot in that respect tbh with my Sun square Moon, because that’s how I am. You guys are also super passionate and super creative. Every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been really creative in some way whether it be makeup, fashion style, or artwork. I’ve also noticed that this is a very alluring placement, there’s this intriguing way about them, and like Aries Moons, they have a fire in their eyes. Their gaze is INTENSE. They’re also very selective with who they let close to them, they don’t let just anybody in. They’re also very good at reading other people and seeing people’s true intentions. They have an extremely good intuition. If underdeveloped this can be used to manipulate other people, as well as being compulsive liars. Scorpio moons are also very protective over the ones they love. If you mess with anyone they care about, they will kill you. End of story. Also I feel like every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been through the wringer, like they’ve really had some hard experiences, it’s so sad to me. Scorpio moons are also extremely stubborn, remember this is a fixed sign. Scorpio moons ain’t playing, once they’ve settled on something, they’re not budging. Also, can we just say, masters at investigating people. These are the friends you want stalking your ex’s social media. They will find out everything. They’re also really good psychologists as well, almost all the Scorpio moons I’ve met are actually Psychology majors LMAO. They’re very good at finding the root causes of people’s issues. I also feel like Scorpio moons undergo a lot of transformations in their lives. I’ve known a Scorpio moon for about 10 years now and he’s undergone so many different transformations in his life. Mentally and physically. They’re also extremely sarcastic and have a tendency to be pessimistic. They’re also mad scary when angry. I’ve seen them angry before, as an Aries moon, even I get a little scared.... love y’all tho.

🌵Sagittarius Moon: The funniest people ever. Sagittarius moons always have me laughing my ass off. Their sense of humor is very diverse. They tend to stick with sarcasm and like to say outlandish things to make people laugh. Also, I feel like Sagittarius moons tend to go for science/math oriented careers or at least have an interest in those subjects. I know four Sag moons, and they’re all in STEM it’s actually crazy. They’re also extremely blunt and honest, especially when it comes to people they don’t like LMAO. They make it very clear when they don’t like someone, it’s so funny. They’re also just so much fun, like they’re genuinely so much fun to hang out with. I feel like I’ve never not had a good time hanging out with a Sagittarius moon. I feel like Sag moons however tend to struggle with asserting themselves a lot of times, until they get really fed up. They’re very much go with the flow kinda people, and this can be to their detriment especially with the ones they love, they don’t wanna rock the boat. However, they also make really good mediators and are good at settling arguments. They also really like to travel, and likely have traveled a lot. All the Sagittarius moons I know have traveled to at least 4+ countries. They love traveling the world, and I’ve also noticed move or want to move far away from their childhood home. They wanna explore everything the world has to offer. My cousin who’s a Sag moon left her parents’ house to move a few states away and my other friend who’s a Sag moon wants to move to the other side of the country. These individuals also tend to like foreign culture as well. I’ve noticed Sagittarius moons tend to like foreign music or foreign tv shows. I feel like they also tend to ignore their emotions when they get sad and just don’t like to deal with their emotions. They also don’t like to talk about how they feel and will brush sad things off because it’s just too upsetting for them. However, once the emotions boil over, just like their anger, they will blow up LMAO. I’ve also noticed that they’re really good at teaching people things? Like my Sag moon friend explained this Chemistry equation to me I couldn’t understand and I got it after 10 minutes. Natural teachers.

🌵 Capricorn Moon: Guys, it’s okay to open up. You don’t have to pretend to be so strong all the time, you’re not weak for showing your emotions. Anyway, Cap moons have high expectations for people, and will not tolerate any bs from people. I seriously commend them for that. I feel like Cap moons struggle with how their points are being expressed, they can say one thing, but it’s seen as something else. While Capricorn moons may struggle with expressing their emotions, I haven’t found them to be closed off or cold when meeting them. Every Capricorn moon I’ve met has warmed up to me very quickly and have been super nice. I feel like they’re very friendly and once they have a conversation with you they’re really warm and kind. Also, they’re not afraid of anything?? Except for showing their feelings maybe. But like, they’re so open to trying new things like scary rollercoasters and aren’t afraid to fight for themselves if they have to. Also, super fucking ambitious. I wish I could be ambitious. These people will really have like three jobs, be in school, and tend to household responsibilities. I don’t know how you guys do it. Now everyone says Capricorn moons are just analytical and systematic when confronted with conflict, and I personally haven’t found that to be true. If they feel wronged?? Nah. They’re not going to be systematic or logical or anything. They will go off. As for personal challenges, yes they’ll be more analytical. But I feel like everyone boils down Cap moons to emotionless and machine-like nerds, which I find to be very untrue. Capricorn moons are very soft once they’re vulnerable with you, and genuinely feel like they’re bothering people when they show their emotions and feel weak for showing them. Also I’ve noticed that their mom is a big motivator for their success. Their moms always push them to do their best in work and school. If poorly aspected, they could feel too pressured by their moms to do well. Also, they’re so underrated for being funny. They have a really dry sense of humor and it’s well developed. I also feel like they get overlooked for putting others before themselves, when it comes to the people they love they’ll do anything for them. Brb gonna go give my Cap moon friends a hug.

🌵Aquarius Moon: You guys are just so unique. There’s something unique about each and every Aquarius moon, whether it’s a quirk or a hobby. These people are literally the best to talk to. It’s so easy to have a conversation with them, they really can talk about anything. I’ve also noticed that Aquarius moons tend to be interested in astrology and tarot and things of that kind. Every Aquarius moon I’ve met has been really interested in it, and even involved in it. I feel like they also have big dreams, and have big plans for themselves. Aquarius moons also love to get lost in their music and tend to use it as an escape. This can be a problem because they tend to avoid dealing with their feelings. They also go between reacting to things really heavily vs not reacting at all. It just seems like it goes back and forth. They speak up with things are unjust however only to their friends or online. They just don’t like to deal with face to face conflict in that regard. They also give really great advice. My best friend is an Aquarius moon and she always gives me the best advice. She knows me better than I know myself tbh. I feel like Aquarius moons relish in being unique LMAO. I’m 99% sure they had an “I’m not like other girls” phase. I feel like this placement always tends to space out and daydream a lot. They also aren’t the types to just lash out at people, their anger is more subtle (unless they have other placements of course). I feel like Aquarius moons also have a lot of friends but they tend to have a small group of friends that they tend to be super super close with. They’re also...really charming? I don’t know what it is, but like every single one I’ve met has been really charming and likable. They also have a really goofy sense of humor and love to do wild shit to make people laugh. I feel like some downsides of Aquarius moons are that they tend to be too analytical and rationalize things too much, and they inadvertently invalidate other people’s feelings. Aquarius moons are also super open minded to all opinions. I have a friend who I tend to disagree with on certain issues but they’ve always been open to hearing my opinion. They also love to travel too. I’ve noticed that as well.

🌵Pisces Moon: To think, I was almost one of you guys. No seriously I almost was, if I were born four hours earlier I would’ve been a Pisces moon LMAO. Anyhoo, Pisces moons are just so sweet. I don’t know how else to start, they literally are the sweetest people and give off this mystical type of aura. They’re very otherworldly. Also, these people daydream 24/7. They put Aquarius moons to shame in daydreaming. This girl I like is a Pisces moon and I always catch her daydreaming LMAO. They’re also extremely sensitive too and feel things so deeply. They try to hide how they feel from people, but you can see it in their eyes. I can always tell when my Pisces moon friend is upset just by the look in her eyes. They also tend to be introverted and it takes a while for them to warm up to someone. My co-worker is a Pisces moon and it took 2 weeks for her to finally start talking to me LMAO. They also have really vivid and wild dreams too. I feel like my Pisces moon friend is always telling me about some wild dream they had like that they were in a castle or in an ocean. They also can be really moody, they can be fine one second and then get really sad out of nowhere. Their emotions are like the ocean. I feel like another downside of Pisces Moons are that they can be very manipulative however this is really with any underdeveloped water moon/sun placement. I also feel like they tend to be escapists a lot. They don’t like to deal with reality a lot, and they see the best in everything and everyone even if it’s to their demise. They’re also super friendly and are nice to everyone they meet, even if they’re reserved they’re still very sweet. They’re also extremely creative too, I feel like every Pisces moon I’ve ever met has some sort of creative hobby. My co-worker who’s a Pisces moon is working on becoming a photographer and her stuff is AMAZING. I think that’s because they see the best in the world and the beauty in everything; and they know how to show that in their work so others can see the world like they do. They’re also super empathetic and are really good listeners. You can talk to them about anything and feel understood. :)

So this wraps up my moon sign series! I hope you guys liked it! Again, don’t take offense these are just my opinions on each moon sign! Hope you guys enjoyed, and if you don’t see your moon sign here it’s likely in part one.

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