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Sugawara Koshi

Moonlight

Birthday Cuddles

Oikawa Toru

3am Apologies

Bokuto Kotaro

Yakiniku

Akaashi Keiji

Falling For You

Kuroo Tetsuro

Send Sleepy cat Pictures

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Haiba Lev

Sweater Weather

Hinata Shoyo

Signal

Fate

Tsukishima Kei

Coffee

Hugs

Iwaizumi Hajime

Birthday

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Random Night Activities

Ft Mammon

• Mammon definitely feels like the kind of guy that like watches you as your on your phone in bed.

• You're just on your side, watching random videos

• Hes got his face buried into your neck and watching them too

• He's noticed how you fall asleep

• He can tell by your breathing, how tense you are etc

• If he feels you falling asleep he'll try to take your phone away so you can cuddle

• "Noooo I'm not done-" "you're half asleep, lets go to bed" "no-"

• Then he wraps his arms around you and burrows into your back

• Tickles sometimes

• Eventually will coax you to put your phone down and sleep.

Extra since i was going through satisfying videos Monday, a day after super bowl (ew)

• "What's that?"

• "An American football"

• "What do you mean American football-"

• Proceeds to explain how America chose football and soccer instead of being nOrMaL

• "So why is there so many.... football things?"

• Explains super bowl

• He's invested in learning about the human world from you

• Like he's got wide eyes and is listening to every word

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You're the only one for me!

You get a random text while hanging out in your room. But who just messaged you?

It's Mammon!

Gender Neutral reader

Scrolling through your phone, you stop on a video of a cat from the human world. It was one of those trends where they look normal at first and then another picture shows, and they look like hell spawn because of some camera movement. (Ya trick ya or something like that, i like it). Happily, you continue to watch the video, until your screen is blocked by an incoming text message.

You're the only one for me! I can't live without ya!

A series of emotions flood through your brain; shyness, confusion, happiness. You clicked on the message, and it took you to the chat. It was from Mammon? You pondered on why he would send this to you. Did he need money? Was he being genuine? You didn't know, but the feelings bubbling in your chest had you hoping he was genuine.

Mammon! ＞﹏＜

You messaged back, your heart fluttering more as you saw him typing. He sent a shy demon sticker. Your cheeks heated up as your hopes grew higher.

Well, if it makes ya happy, I just might say it to your face next time.

Your heart beats faster.

The lead in the school play got sick and asked me to take his role.

You slapped your cheek, the smile on your lips growing. And yet, knowing that he was just practicing lines made your heart sink.

Maybe I should ask someone else instead.

His text bubble continued typing. Questions swimming in your head, you wonder anxiously about what he meant.

A message came through.

There's only one person who i wanna say this to anyway....

No more messages came from Mammon after that. Your cheeks stayed flushed, and your heart pounded in your chest. It was such a random conversation with him, mainly because he refused to be all mushy. But at the same time, he was just practicing some lines, right? He was just a friend, right? A knock sounds at your door, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hear someone clear their throat on the other side, and you make your way from your bed to the doorknob. Before opening the door, you hear small whispers on the other end.

What do I say? Will they like it? What if they don't- hmph!

You open the door, and on the other side is Mammon. He looks at you in surprise, fumbling with excuses for his arrival at your bedroom door. Smiling, you let him in.

"Hello, Mammon! Do you need something?" You ask, sitting back on your bed. Mammon looks around, as if he'd never been in your room before, and then sits beside you on your bed. He sighs and places his head on your shoulder, relaxing at the contact. You sit in peace for a moment, enjoying each other's company. Sometimes, Mammon would come into your room and sit with you in silence, just to get away from the gazes and jeers from his brothers. You were glad that he felt comfortable with you, and you appreciated the downtime.

"Is there anything bothering you?" You ask, leaning your head onto his. Another sigh emits from Mammon as he nuzzles into your shoulder more. You hear mumbling from him, but you couldn't quite make out his words. "Hmm?" You sound, not trying to pry too much. He sighs again.

"Those messages I sent you, how did you feel about them?" He asks, looking up at you. You felt a slight heat in your cheeks as you think back to just a few minutes ago. "Well, you seem to have those lines memorized, I think you'd be great for the role." You reply, trying to keep your actual thoughts to yourself. He huffs in response. "Thats not what I meant..." His cheeks were dusted pink. Seeing him flustered was cute, and he always stutters as well. "I mean, if I said that- If I said that to you right now. Would you be happy?" You could hear your heart beating even faster, Mammon's puppy eyes looking into your own. Stuttering, you manage "I, I wouldn't be upset, maybe." His eyes lit up and a smile spread along his lips. He jumped from your bed, grabbing your hands and pulling you up with him.

"Y/N! Listen here and listen well! I, the great Mammon, you're number one! You're first! Offer you a deal! Stay by my side and allow me to be yours'. Those messages were not only lines for a dumb play, but they were also my true feelings. I want you by my side, because you really are the only one for me. I'm not sure what I would do without you, I don't think I would be able to live without you. So please, accept my...feelings?"

Such a speech was enough to make your heart pound in your ears, and you were sure that if he listened, he would hear it as well. Many thoughts ran through your head at once, enough to make you dizzy. But there was only one right answer, right?

Mammon nuzzled into your back and clung to your shirt as he slept. After accepting his feelings, he nearly crushed you in a hug. He was happy, happier than he was when Goldie was given back to him. He was a bit awkward with what to do next, he couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss you or just hold you in his arms until they fell off. So, he did both. He stayed cuddled up to you until he fell asleep, a peaceful look adorned his features.

He didn't take the role in the play, he handed it off to someone else and sat next to you as you watched it together. He held your hand and made small jokes, and you laughed as Lucifer smacked him across the back of his head.

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Festivities § Obi-Wan Kenobi

Im sick. That is all. This has 1135 words, you're welcome.

Summary- Obi-Wan searches for you at a festival, but finds himself stumbling instead.

Lights twinkled and shined as they swayed in the breeze. The festivities of the planet were full of vendors and people. Obi-Wan looked around, searching faces. He stopped when he saw his padawan, Anakin, talking with now Senator Padme. He watched for a few moments and continued his search. You had mentioned that you would be there, enjoying the festival alongside your companions, yet you were no where to be found. Obi-Wan huffed as he trudged towards Anakin and Padme and took a drink from the table beside him.

“Is there something bothering you, Master?” Anakin asked, looking at Obi-Wan quizzically. Obi-Wan shook his head in response, muttering “you did hear her say she would be joining us tonight, right?” Anakin looked down at Padme, a smirk on his lips. “She did say she would, are you looking for her?” He teased.

Ever since he became a padawan, Anakin had witnessed the connection between you and Obi-Wan, one that he would consider mutual crushing, much like him and Padme originally had. Though, neither of you had made a move, and even after Anakin and Padme had secretly married, they watched as the tension had only grown between the two of you. Padme thought it was sweet, where Anakin had just about enough of the side glances and smiles. But he had to admit, what Obi-Wan had said about you not being there set an unease in his gut. You had promised to be there. The planet of Aquim was celebrating the moon cycle, something that reportedly only happened every 20 years. Growing up on a planet of sand with two suns, the thought of a planet of water and two moons was something Anakin couldn’t miss, and had made you promise to come along after your many stories of the planet to him when he was younger.

The crowd around the open hall began to quiet and gather around the center, all looking in the direction of what resembled a long table towards the front, rested atop a small flight of stairs. A man came out, thanking the guests and announcing, “Our dear Duchess is thankful for your attendance, and wishes to thank you all personally.” With that, he stepped aside.

Gasps were heard throughout the hall as a woman dressed in a deep blue dress walked up. The dress was long and free flow, silver shone in small spots all over and two crescent moons sat just on the bosom. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened when he looked into the eyes of the Duchess, your e/c orbs scanning the crowed before you and landing on his own. You smiled softly.

“Thank you, all of you, for joining me in the celebration of the moons.” Anakin looked at Obi-Wan, eyes wide and mouth agape. Padme stood next to him, chuckling, for she had already known where you were and what you were doing. “For those who are visiting us for the first time,” you started again, “I thank you. The celebration of the Moons is a very important affair for my people. On this day every 20 years, our dear Moons Effie and Cyrus meet in the sky together and embrace. It is their love that allow our planet to function. Our tides are a key part to our way of living, and our dear moons control them and the water itself. Without them, we would not have the life we graciously live today.” You stopped, waiting for the applause to quiet down, before continuing. “This day is not only to celebrate the Moons, however. We are here today to also choose a new leader, one that has been touched by moonlight and has been chosen to lead us for the next 20 years. I have had the gracious responsibility of leading you all, but I’m afraid it is time for me to step down.”

With that, you stepped to the side, and a new girl took your place. She greeted the people before her and assumed the role of duchess. You smiled as the festivities started to truly begin and made your way to the east side of the hall, where you saw your companions waiting for you.

“Y/n! You look great! And you’re a duchess?” Anakin exclaimed, running up and grasping your waist and spinning you around in a hug. You laughed and hugged him back as he sent you down. Padme walked up to you and hugged you as well, squeezing you lightly in a way to show she was proud. “Thank you, really. I had been waiting for the next festival for a while so I could do this. Being a Jedi and a duchess is hard work, you know.” You joked, waving the two off as you made your way towards Obi-Wan. He eyed you slightly as you got closer, your smile still present on your lips. “So, a duchess?” He questioned, handing you a drink. You nodded in thanks and took a sip. “Yes,” you hummed, leaning your shoulder against his own. “And here I thought you bailed on me and stayed home.” Obi-Wan joked, looking down to look at your face. He couldn’t help the feelings that blossomed in his gut seeing you in such a beautiful dress, and the lovely look you gave him as you noticed his staring.

“Something the matter?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Without thinking, Obi-Wan found himself reaching for your face and caressing your cheek, speaking just loud enough for the two of you to hear. “You look even more beautiful than the day we met” he hushed, resting his forehead against your own. Heat crept up to your cheeks as your breath hitched, resting your hand on his arm. “Well, I am dressed up for a festival,” you joked, moving to rest your head on the spot between his shoulder and neck. You felt him hum in response and take your hand in his own, a soft tone to his next words. “Each day, you grow more beautiful. It is something I cannot bare. Dressed up or not, my love for you grows.” His sudden confession makes your lips curl into a smile as you look up and into his eyes. His blue eyes stared into your own, lovingly, and before you knew it, your lips had connected. His beard tickled you as you embraced him and deepened the kiss, hands moving up and into his auburn hair. He hummed into the kiss and sighed when you pulled away. “Not here, darling.” You stated, looking around as the people around you bustled in excitement to enjoy the activities. “Perhaps you’d like to join me in the festivities, my love?” Obi-Wan’s smile grew at the new nickname and place his hand on the small of your back as you began to explore the festival.

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Sweet Medicine

Went shopping today for college supplies, got the Star Wars book Kenobi to add to the brand new Padawan book by Kiersten White along with a shirt covered in Obi-Wan Kenobi from Hot Topic, life is good, and my paycheck is gone. Anyway

Summary: while being ambushed on a planet, you and Obi-Wan retreat and tend to your wounds.

Blaster fire rang out through the forest, chunks of bark flying apart with each missed shot. You spun around a tree, narrowly dodging a blast that would have left your arm in a world of pain later. The voices of nearby droids drew closer as you readied your blaster once again, shifting your eyes to another tree next to you. There stood Obi-Wan, who desperately tried to get a message through to the Jedi order while also dodging debris and blaster fire. The soft thud of fallen rebels started growing faint and you stood behind the tree, not knowing if they were all dead or had managed to find shelter away from the battle.

“Think you can cover me really quick?” Obi-Wan shouted, droid bomb in hand. You nodded and moved from your position, firing at any droid nearby and drawing any fire to yourself. Obi-Wan tossed the bomb, the electricity taking down a relatively large group of droids, making the perfect opening. Leaping from your hiding spot you drew your saber and started cutting down the remaining droids that surrounded you. Obi-Wan joined you and covered your back, spinning his own saber and cutting down the droids.

A sharp pain shot through your thigh as you failed to block a blast, but you bit back the yelp in your throat and continued your defense, pushing away some droids that got too close with your force. “They don’t seem to be stopping, Obi!” You yelled, looking over your shoulder to find him fully surrounded. You ran towards the group and slammed into a droid with your body, the light metal still strong enough to cause a bruise. Obi-Wan ducked as you swung your saber over his head, throwing it as it spun and sliced through three droids. “Is that your way of saying we should retreat?” Obi-Wan jeered, swiping at the legs of a droid. Another blast hits your shoulder as you force your lightsaber back into your hands. Holding back the pain, you reply, “I suppose so. You don’t see anyone else here to help us, do you?” He nods in response, blocking a few more blasts before grabbing your arm and pulling you deeper into the trees.

You ran as far as you could, as much as your leg would allow you at least. Branches snapped under your feet and you were dragged through the brush, holding tightly to the sleeve of Obi-Wan’s robe and his hand stayed wrapped around your wrist. The sound of droids had faded and so had your strength, and you started to slow down, pulling Obi-Wan with you.

“We can’t stop now, y/n. We need to find the ship and get out of here,” he said, tightening his grip and pulling you along. You trudged behind and then felt your leg give out, tossing you to the earth. Obi-Wan turned quickly and knelt by you, still holding your wrist. “Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll be doing that at this moment, Obi.” You stated, sitting up and examining your injuries. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as he took realization that you had been injured. He looked quickly between your shoulder and thigh, where your main wounds were. He saw the blood drip from your chin from your fall, and the small cuts you had sustained from the thorns found throughout the plants you had run through. He sighed as he looked into your eyes, fatigue evident as well as pain. “Why didn’t you say something about these earlier, I would have helped you with this,” he questioned, still glancing between your wounds and the area around. You looked over him as well, taking note of the light burn marks and cuts to his own body. “Didn’t have much time to think about it, with running away from killer bots and all.” You joked, a slight smile on your lips. Obi-Wan scoffed as his lips twitched slightly, moving to help you stand. “Yeah, well we’ll have plenty of time to mull that over when we get to the ship, if there is one still there.” He said, looking in the direction of the setting sun.

You grasped his arm as you limped along, watching your step to avoid falling over a root or some other obstacle. The pain throbbing through your body now with each step, your grip on his arm tightened. Obi-Wan took notice of the growing pain and knew that dragging you around was only causing you more pain, but the idea of picking you up and carrying you around made a heat rise to his cheeks. He had struggled more than once in the past few months with his ever-growing feelings for you, which had come from years prior to your Padawan time. You were close, but he didn’t know if you were close enough for it not to be weird if he picked you up bridal style. Pushing the feeling away and trying to calm his now racing heartbeat, he stopped walking and turned to you. You looked up at him curiously and made a small yelp when he swung his arm under your legs and held you against his chest, not saying a word as he continued walking ahead, holding you close.

The ship was finally in sights nearly an hour later, untouched. Obi-Wan sighed a breath of relief; medical supplies were a must in their current situation. He looked down to check on you, your eyes fluttered shut and a calm look across your face; you had become exhausted from the battle and wounds. He held you tighter to him as he started moving quicker to the ship, placing you in the copilot seat when he got in. He searched the compartments for bacta patches and bandages, finding them towards the back of the ship. “Really should have these placed elsewhere,” he mumbled to himself, carrying the pack back up to the cockpit, where you sat awake from the change of atmosphere.

“You’ll have to take off your robe so I can take a look at your shoulder, y/n.” Obi-Wan said quietly, feeling his cheeks heat slightly as if he just asker you to take your top off. You nodded slowly and shrugged the robe off, trying to roll your sleeve up to give him more room to work. Obi-Wan looked closely at the wound, the surrounding skin burnt and red, but the main wound relatively clean from blood since the blasters were pure light and heat. “That bad?” you quipped; breath fanning past Obi-Wan’s ear. He shivered slightly as he noticed just how close he was to your face, turning slightly to look into your eyes. Your cheeks were lightly dusted with pink, whether it was from pain or something else, Obi-Wan had no time to figure it out. He quickly looked back down and began cleaning the area. “This will sting, but it shouldn’t be too bad,” he warned, bacta patch in hand. “Says you,” you started before hissing at the contact. Burying you head into the crook of his neck, you gasped as the cooling agent began making its way through your shoulder, numbing it and making the pain slowly fade. “I told you,” Obi-Wan breathed, gliding his hand up and down your back.

His next target was the nasty shot that was present on your thigh. It was nasty, in Obi-Wan’s opinion. He cleaned the dirt a dried blood from it, unmoving each time your nails dug into his shoulder in pain. Once cleaned, Obi-Wan was able to really examine the damage. The hit went deep, multiple layers of skin had been burned and there was a spot that kept bleeding, so the bacta patch would have to come later. He looked up at your eyes from his knelt position, a knit between his brows. “We’ll have to get you some professional medical attention to this one, but I think I can stabilize it until we get there.” He said, grabbing gauze, bandages, and burn gel. A slight chuckle left your lips as you looked down at him, causing him to meet your eyes once again. “You mean you aren’t a doctor? Maker what else are you hiding?” You joked, placing a soft hand onto his shoulder to stabilize yourself. Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed at the last statement, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. He quickly wrapped up your thigh and began taking out a small bandage for your chin.

“I’m sure I don’t need all that Obi-Wan,” you said, sitting up. He said nothing as he took out the bandage and swiftly hooked his fingers under your chin, lifting your head slightly so he could get to the small gash. Your face felt hot, a sudden flash from a sudden action. He quickly placed the bandage and lowered your chin slowly, thumb resting on the side of your chin. The air grew hot as you looked into his blue eyes, watching his pupils dilate and widen at thoughts that ran through his mind. You felt his other hand rest lightly on your hip, the one holding your chin moving up to cup your cheek. His breath fanned and mixed with your own as he leaned closer, stopping when your noses began to touch. You felt your lips part as your eyes fluttered closed, the action granting him permission to close the gap.

His lips felt soft against your own and moved in sync as you deepened the kiss. Every thought pertaining to the Jedi Order and its rules left your thoughts as you felt Obi-Wan move closer to you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you close. You hummed and moved you hand into his soft auburn locks, messaging his scalp. A soft groan left his lips and you smiled into the kiss, pulling away shortly afterwards to breath. Obi-Wan rested his forehead against your own, smile spreading across his lips. “Well, now that that’s been settled, lets have a look at you, hm?” You said removing his own robe and tending to his wounds.

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Golden Revelations <Obi-Wan Kenobi>

Listened to I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dream by Weezer the whole time I wrote this. Was also talking about Spree with a friend the whole time while still managing to write a whole 1494 word story. the summary was literally just a writing prompt "the sun rises and wakes up two friends who fell asleep on a bench" and i completely left that behind- also my back hurts Enjoy

Summary- Waking up to the sun rising, you think back to what transpired on the bench you wake up on.

Warnings- ngl it got angsty but its like fluff<angst<fluff

The brilliant sun had taken its time rising in the morning on the planet of Coruscant. Its rays reaching far and wide, touching the faces of those who were already awake, and those who were still resting comfortably in bliss. It crept its way up, touching the green grass and slowly making its way up to its target. Its rays warmed your cheeks and its soft light gently coaxed your eyes open.

Slowly opening your eyes, you squint. The golden glow was bright enough to make your eyes hurt if you stared too long. You stretched your legs first. The soothing motion sending small cracks up your legs from your toes. You sigh in relief and look around at your surroundings. Trees rustle softly as a faint breeze moves by, causing something to tickle your cheek. With a small huff you turn your head, greeted by soft auburn locks, now golden in the sunrise.

With his head on your shoulder, Obi-Wan slept peacefully. The golden light shining on his every feature. You examined him, careful not to wake him up. His cheeks had soft freckles dusted randomly around, easily seen in the gentle light. You could see how his lashes curled and rested as he slept, envious of their volume and length. His hair seemed almost pure gold, hints of soft strawberry blonde highlights. You wanted to run your fingers through it, feel how soft they were. Your mind wanders to what you were doing before you found yourself asleep on this bench with Obi-Wan.

You sighed, watching the sun set calmly as you worked through your thoughts. Many things were going on within the order that you couldn’t keep track of. It made your head spin thinking about it and you had excused yourself from the meeting a bit early, wandering to a garden outside to calm down. It wasn’t just the ordeals of the order that made you feel overwhelmed. Your own mind had started to betray you, thoughts that went against everything you were floating into it as you did your daily activities. Many of these thoughts were of one thing in particular; your own feelings. The Jedi rule strictly said no attachments, and you understood why completely, but you couldn’t help it. The bonds you had made throughout your time were unbreakable, including the one you had made with Obi-Wan, the center of your thoughts. He was your closest bond. You’d hate to say that you loved him.

It was against the rules, and against Obi-Wan. He worked long and hard to get to where he was, and you just knew that he wouldn’t throw that away. You sighed, resting against the back of the bench. The warm breeze cooled your skin and helped still your thoughts. You closed your eyes and cleared your head, practicing the closest thing to mediation in your state.

“Would you like some company?” A smooth and calming voice sounded behind you. You tilted your head back and opened your eyes, looking up into the dazzling blue of Obi-Wan’s. The sunset showed small flecks of gold in his eyes, only visible in the golden hours of the day. You smiled softly and nodded, shifting slightly on the bench. Obi-Wan smiled in return and walked around the bench to sit beside you, hands in his lap. You sat in silence for a moment before Obi-Wan sighed. “What is on your mind, y/n?” He asked, looking over at you. You looked down at your hands, hoping to avoid his stare. You thought of what to say, unable to find the right words to explain your thoughts and feelings now. Obi-Wan knew not to peer into your mind for the answers and allowed you to mull over your words. “I’m not quite sure, if I’m to be honest with you?” You started. “There’s so much going on right now, with the order, with me. I’m not sure what it is.” Obi-Wan hummed at your response placing his hand on his chin and lightly stroking his beard. He looked like he belonged in this moment, encapsulated in golden light. You watched him as he thought, taking in his features. “What about you? Is there something on your mind?” You interrupted, unsure if you wanted him breaking down your response and learning about your deepest problems at that time. You could see his lips twitch up at the change of perspective, and he looked over at you once again.

“A couple of things. Some of it is the missions ahead, some are a bit more personal.” He stated a soft smile on his lips. You nodded in response and looked back down at your hands, unsure as to what to do next. Obi-Wan continued. “The one thing that is on my mind right now, though? It’s about you.” You felt your cheeks warm at his statement. You weren’t sure how to feel about it, was it because you left the meeting early, or because you were sitting here, on a bench, unable to tell him what was on your mind? You looked up at him, unsure what to say. “You seem distracted, distressed even.” He continued, “I hate seeing you like this. I miss the smile you always have, and the happy look and skip in your step. That is what’s on my mind.”

You felt your cheeks grow even more warm. Knowing that your whole demeanor had changed because you were caught up in your thoughts, that it was noticeable. You felt ashamed that you didn’t hide it better. A long pause sounded between the two of you, your mind racing as you tried to find the words. “It’s just, I don’t know. There’s this thing that’s bothering me, it’s a big thing.” You began. “Jedi should have no attachment, yeah? Do you…follow those rules?” You asked, brows furrowed as you looked over at him. You saw his eyes squint slightly and move away as he thought. “It is the Jedi way, yes. But I always thought about that part. It’s impossible to avoid those kinds of things, so I suppose that not everyone follows the rules to that extent.” He replied, turning slightly towards you. You nodded, “Of course. Well, I suppose that is my problem then. The whole attachment thing. I can’t seem to shake my feelings. “This time, it was Obi-Wan’s turn to nod. “And your feelings, do they bother you?” You chuckled and looked at him, “Therapy session with Obi-Wan?” You joked, but he didn’t smile. He kept his gaze on you. A pause, and you were back to fumbling with your words. “I suppose they do. The rules forbid it, but I can’t shake them. And I can’t ask someone to throw it all away for something like this.”  You sighed, placing your head into your hands. You felt Obi-Wan’s hand contact your back, rubbing soothing circular motions across your spine. With your head still in your hands, you bit the bullet and spilled. “I can’t just ask you…- “You breathed unsure as to where to go from there. You felt his hand still, and you were sure that he was ready to leave your side right there. But you never felt his presence leave.

“You wouldn’t have to ask, you know.” He said quietly. You lifted your head and looked up at him, his face glowing with the last rays of the setting sun. His soft smile calmed your every nerve, and you felt his hand take your own shaky one. His other hand lifted and cupped your cheek, bringing you closer and allowing him to rest his forehead to your own. “There’s not much we can do here, but just know that I’m here, with you.” He whispered, his last words fading with the final ray of sunlight.

Looking at him now, the soft snores that left his lips and the slow rise of his chest. You knew that it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but he had slept that way the whole time. His hand still holding your own, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he slept. You knew he had to get up and get out of yesterdays clothes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you smiled and placed your head on top of his once again, watching the sun rise slowly until he stirred. His eyes fluttered open and his blue orbs becoming illuminated by the morning light. He squeezed your hand as he stretched, a yawn leaving his lips.

“Good morning, my dear.” He said tiredly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled and leaned into his touch, giving his hand a light squeeze. “Good morning. I was just watching the sunrise, if you wish to join me?” You asked. The smile never left his lips as he nodded and stayed by your side, watching the growing sun.

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A comforting sadness <Obi-Wan Kenobi>

Been reading Padawan. Got to a spot where, while reading, I felt like the author had just described me. Padawan Obi-Wan is just a teenager, figuring out his life. It makes you think about a lot, knowing his feelings. I hated that I cried reading the words, because why. Why is it so, me? Anyway, here's a fic about that.

Summary- Obi-Wan finds himself searching for comfort in you as he tries to figure out his thoughts and feelings, only to find you in the same state.

Warnings- very....sad. Angst is seemingly my specialty. Lightly dedicated to @0-0slashers0-0 who posted a bit ago that they wanted more Padawan Obi, not sure if you want like angst/fluff but its something. Also realizing that my work is getting longer, 1550 words today after uncontrollable sobbing? Get it Kimi, get it.

Obi-Wan paced around his room as his mind raced. It appeared that no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t understand the Force. He tried the meditation methods that Qui-Gon had taught him, ones that he often used himself when he started a session between the two. He tried to just feel it; feel his mind calm as he breathed and the world around him disappear. Meditation was something that Qui-Gon spent most of his time doing, dragging Obi-Wan along with him. Obi-Wan tried, desperately, to do it right. It had been much easier before, when he was only a youngling. Back then, he had no fear for the future and only one clear goal. Now, it seemed as if his goal became fuzzy, full of doubt and uncertainty. He had watched his fellow younglings meet their masters, and bond with them in such short time. Even you, who seemed to dislike most of the masters that walked by in the hall. Obi-Wan thought back to one night, when he was just a youngling a few years prior. He couldn’t sleep and had found himself wandering the hall with no destination in mind. But, as if by the Force, you had opened your door, and beckoned him in.

    He felt himself being pulled the same way towards your quarters and he snapped back to the present, already walking towards you. He always found comfort in you, the way you talked always made him feel better about things that troubled him. Perhaps that was why he was at your door, just moments from knocking when you slid it opened.

     Your eyes widened when you locked eyes with Obi-Wan. You hadn’t expected him to be outside your door at this hour. You hadn’t expected anyone, which was why you were leaving your quarters silently. “Hey there,” you breathed, looking around the hall. Obi-Wan nodded quickly, stuttering out a greeting. He felt confused. Why was he at your door, and why were you trying to leave you room at this hour, at the same time he was outside? “I was…actually going to see if you were awake, strangely.” You squinted, a surprised yet questioning tone in your voice. “As was I, really.”

     You moved to the side, inviting him in. He hurriedly walked in and began pacing your room. You watched intently, curious as to why he was here. “Were you unable to sleep, again?” You asked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. Obi-Wan’s thoughts wondered slightly, wondering if he would be able to open up to you on the matter. Your eyes were welcoming, if not a bit red. It looked as if you had been crying. Obi-Wan began to think that perhaps, maybe, your thoughts were getting to you as well. The two of you had always been close, closer than the rest of the Padawans. When they went out on missions with their masters, you always found time to still be with Obi-Wan, whose master kept him in the temple, meditating and performing the basic training time and time again.

     He moved to sit on the other side of your bed, fumbling with his hands. He found the silence comforting, soothing even. It felt as if he didn’t need to say anything to feel heard by you. You moved around and sat behind him, resting your head on his shoulder. “What’s on your mind?” Your words seemingly coaxed him to speak. “I fell…conflict. What if I’m not on the right path? We’ve been taught about the force and stuff our whole lives. I’ve studied it, learned it and memorized it. But it feels…out of reach?” You nodded into his shoulder. “Like you’re not connected. Like a feeling you can’t figure out.” It was Obi-Wan’s turn to nod. You understood him. “It feels bad. Watching our friends be so connected to it, like second nature. Feels unfair, which in turn makes you feel like a bad person, wanting them to at least know that you don’t feel the connection like they do.” Obi-Wan felt his chest swell. You had the same problems. Unable to trust your own feelings and what you felt was the Force. You were both there for a reason, to become Jedi and help those who couldn’t help themselves, yet unable to find the key to achieving that. The Force was what made Jedi, well, Jedi. If you couldn’t trust it, follow where it led you, then could you ever really help others?

     The silence between the two of you felt comforting still, maybe a hint of sadness. Obi-Wan learned the reason behind finding you at your door, ready to leave, red eyed and surprised. He could feel his own tears well up in his eyes, only falling when he felt your own soak into his shirt. For once, he didn’t feel alone knowing that he couldn’t feel the Force the way he was supposed to. He felt accepted in a way, sad that you were feeling the same way, yet happy that he had someone who understood his own feelings. You were able to put into words something that he could only feel yet not explain. He shuffled in place, slowly turning to face you. Your silent tears and sorrowful face made his heart hurt, not knowing that his own teary eyes and sad frown made you feel the same way.

      He shuffled you towards the head of the bed, where he could lean his back against the wall comfortably as he held you in his arms. He didn’t care that his shirt was now wet with tears, and even lightly chuckled as you sniffed heavily as to not get snot on him. “Do you think our masters ever felt this way? Sad and afraid that they wouldn’t achieve their Jedi status?” You asked softly, lightly burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Surely, they did, early on as Padawans, such as Obi-Wan and you were. Obi-Wan had a hard time seeing Qui-Gon curled up on his bed, silently crying as his mind filled with doubts. It seemed unnatural, yet not unlikely. “Maybe.”

    He heard you chuckle lightly yet felt the frown on your lips grow. “I feel awful.” He understood, of course, and rubbed circles on your back as you continued. “I hate that I wished I wasn’t alone. That someone else felt this pain and fear. Doubt. But I wouldn’t want the others to feel like this. They’re our friends, yet I wished they felt just as bad as I did.” Obi-Wan felt more tears fall from your eyes, your hands balling into fists with parts of his shirt between them. “I wish you didn’t feel this way either, Obi-Wan. I wished to not be alone and I find you the same way. You deserve more than this, deserve to feel the Force just as strongly as Master Yoda, even stronger really. I feel bad about that, mostly.” You shook as you cried harder, hating that you weren’t alone with these feelings. Obi-Wan hated it as well; the guilt that you had thinking that only you should have this pain. “I could say the same, for you. I didn’t want to be alone with these thoughts, but it felt wrong.” He sympathized. He felt his body shake lightly as he cried into you. “Its sickening.” You whisper.

     Obi-Wan held you as you both cried. He never expected it to go this way. What had he expected, really? That you would bestow wisdom onto him? You were only a Padawan, same as him. Perhaps, he thought, you would have let him sit in your room in silence as you meditated, much like Qui-Gon might have. Yet you didn’t, you had felt his feelings and reciprocated them, helping him understand what he felt. You helped him know that he wasn’t alone, no matter what his mind told him. This interaction, this meeting in the late hours of the night, felt natural. Obi-Wan thought that maybe, just maybe, the Force had something to do with it. Perhaps it wanted him to work through it with someone, two birds with one stone if he thought about it.

    He heard a small sniffle come from you as you shifted in his grasp. Your eyes were red, puffy and teary. Obi-Wan could see the stains that covered your cheeks and how red your nose was. He was sure he looked the same way and chuckled at the thought. You giggled with him and smiled softly. “I think we needed this; don’t you think?” You said, steadying your breathing as you calmed yourself. Obi-Wan nodded in response, resting his head on top of your own. He slowly slid himself down from the wall, laying in your bed as fatigue crept up to him. You had felt it as well, trying to stifle a yawn. You adjusted yourself so that both of you were comfortable as you laid there, snuggling into Obi-Wan’s shirt. “We’ll just have to get through this, together.” You whispered as your eyes grew heavy. As you drifted into a teary sleep, you heard Obi-Wan’s voice faintly. “Yes. Together.”

[fanoffoo]

whoops

fanoffoo, or whatever the account name was supposed to be, is dead. Obviously. I have a new tumblr that i post work on periodically. I start college, yes you heard me, college! Could you imagine. Anyway, I accidently logged onto this account trying to get into my other one to post a new fic i made, so Im going to promote it here and reblog some of my work. Hope you are all ok 

@fluffshisuga

[fluffshisuga]

Moonlight / Sugawara x Reader

So i was chilling outside last night with a few of my cats watching the moon. We laid on my car and i watched as the clouds moved by while my one cat Tiger Lilly was trying to get comfortable. It was relaxing. Then it started to rain, but it was nice. And i thought, "what if i had a partner here? That would be so romantic!" So i made it 🤣

I had been laying on my bed for a few minutes, swiping through my phone to entertain myself. There wasn't much to do, just lay around and be lazy i guess? I wasn't a big fan of just doing nothing, but at this point I'm just extremely bored. I had swiped through one of my news apps and saw an article about a Super Pink Moon that was supposed to happen tonight. I quickly scrolled through the article to find out if it was true or not, and came to the conclusion that i was going to see that Super Moon. It was pretty late into the night, almost midnight. That's the perfect time to see the moon! I didn't want to go alone though, because moments like these should be shared with others.

I messaged Sugawara asking him if he wanted to join me on my moon adventure. I didn't expect him to be awake, so I started getting dressed to leave. I heard my phone go off with a message, and to my surprise Sugawara wanted to join me. We decided to meet at the park, which was pretty close to both of our houses. I had put on some light clothes, a bad idea once i was halfway to the park. It was rather chilly, and i mentally yelled at myself about how i should have been prepared. But the cold would not stop me from seeing this moon, or hanging out with Sugawara.

By the time I had made it to the park, i saw Sugawara waving to me at the entrance. I excitedly ran to him. "Suga! You're here before me!" I laughed. He gave me a sweet smile and held out his hand, "I have to escort you to our land, M'Lady." We both giggled and i took his hand. We walked a short way to a nice clearing in the park where the trees weren't all in your face. We sat down and looked up at the stars. "The stars are very bright tonight, aren't they Suga?" I asked, glancing at him. He smiled. "Yeah, and the clouds don't seem to be covering up the sky. We should be able to see the moon soon." I wiggled in anticipation. "I can't wait! They said it was going to be huge! And very bright, brighter than all the stars combined!" I shouted happily. I couldn't contain my happiness. Suga giggled, looking up at the stars.

We sat in comfortable silence as we gazed up at the sky. The clouds were moving slowly away, showing only bits of the moon at a time. "Oh come on!" I whined. "I want to see the moon." Suga patted my shoulder and laughed. "You'll have to wait a little bit longer. The moon is shy." He told me, his soft voice singing in the air. As if his voice had reached the moon, the clouds had finally disappeared, showing us the amazing sight.

The moon was huge, taking up a good portion of the sky. It was bright too, and had a soft pink glow to it. It was amazing. "Suga look!" I shouted, pointing up. "The moon came to say hi to us!" Suga giggled again, moving closer to me. "Should we say hi back?" He asked, looking at me and then the moon. I nodded happily and waved to the moon. "Hello moon! Thank you for showing yourself to us! You look so beautiful!" I shouted, a big smile on my lips. Suga waved at the moon as well, smiling as i yelled. "The moon is very beautiful tonight," he said looking at me. "But i think you outshine the moon and the stars all together." He smiled, and i could tell by the heat radiating off my cheeks that i was heavily blushing. "Uh-uh you think so?" I stuttered, looking at the grass. He laughed softly, grabbing my hand. "Of course! The moon is envious of your beauty! Look how it shines brightly to outshine you, but it can't." He said squeezing my hand in his. I looked up at him as he spoke, the blush on my cheeks reaching my ears. His face moved closer to mine, leaving only centimeters between us. I looked into his eyes and saw a soft and pure look in them. His eyes were beautiful. Smiling, we closed the space between us and shared a soft kiss. After we pulled back for air, we both started giggling. While we giggled, a soft plop landed on my nose. Looking up, another drop landed on my forehead, and slowly it started lightly raining. "It's raining? It wasn't supposed to rain!" I yellped, burying my face into Suga's chest. I felt him laugh as he moved his arms around me. His warm embrace sheltered me from the cold water drops. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until the rain had stopped.

We walked out of the park together, talking about random things. Before we parted, i gave him a soft kiss on his lips, telling him that i would see him tomorrow at school. He smiled, and pulled me into a tight hug. "I love you, y/n," he whispered. "I love you too, Koushi," i responded, hugging him back. We parted ways and went back to our homes. I skipped away happily, not only because i got to see the Super Pink Moon, but also because of how close my relationship with Suga was, and how it was blooming into something more.

[fanoffoo]

PSA

OK, hear me out, Bees

Bees

In

Minecraft

They are so fricken cute i just can't

[fanoffoo]

Todoroki x reader

So I decided to make an x reader on here so enjoy the ride oof

Quirk: Blood Manipulation. The user can manipulate their own blood and others blood. Can make objects out of their own blood and use it to their advantage. Can also drain the blood from a person to death by blood loss or so they pass out. Over use of Quirk can cause blood loss of user and bleeding from mouth. User may also pass out. User can stop others from bleeding as well by hardening the blood cells clustered over a wound. (I did research like a dummy) (Your character also gets red tattoos when using their quirk because I think its cool and I'm weird like that)

Y/N= Your name

L/N= Last name

E/C= Eye colour

H/C= Hair colour

I feel like we need some background on our baby blood mage

Your character was abused badly as a young girl, and was dumped on the street at the age of 9. Aizawa found her and took her in. Hitoshi is also your brother because I feel like he would be a great brother ngl.

This is literally a big mess I hate this I swear the story will be better

Y/N's pov

    I got into UA by recommendations. It was strange heading into this big hero school, mainly because my brother wasn't in the same class. He wasn't even in the same department! Its really bullshit that I have to be in the hero course and my brother cant, considering his quirk is better than mine in means of usage. Like, he can actually use his, I cant. I felt bad when he came home saying he was put into General Studies, and not the Hero Course. He seemed sad, so decided to take him out for ice cream to make him feel better.

    So here I am, walking into this big school, Hitoshi in tow. We stopped at the entranced and looked up at the big building, and my jaw dropped. "Hitoshi this place is huge! How are we gonna get through this?" I asked, jumping up and down. He scoffed and looked down at me, placing his hand on my head to stop me. "Just follow Dad, he's your homeroom teacher, you'll be fine." He told me, and we walked into the building. I followed him to his class out of custom, and we walked in. His class was full of kids talking in groups and laughing together. I looked at Hitoshi, trying to see his expression. He seemed tired, so I tried to cheer him up. "Don't worry Onee-san! I'll see you at lunch, right?" I asked him, and he nodded curtly. "Yeah, now go to class." And with that, he pushed me out and closed the door. I stood there dazed for a moment, and slowly started walking away. "Have fun and make some friends, okay Y/N?" I turned to see Hitoshi smiling at me from the opened door, and I nodded happily. "I will!"

   I started walking through the halls looking for my class. "I should have asked Hitoshi to walk me to class instead of walking him to class" I said silently, still trying to maneuver through the other students. I had made it to a slightly empty hallway, and looked at the classroom numbers. I found Dad staring at on door. "Dad? What are you doing?" I asked him, tugging at his scarves. He sighed in annoyance. "I'm already dreading this class," he said, still staring at the door. I jumped up speaking, "I'll be there though, so it shouldn't be that bad, right?" He gave a slight chuckle, "It'll be eventful with you in there, that's for sure." I giggled and started speaking when we heard a loud crash and yelling. "That can't be good." I stated, and opened the door.

    Before us were a group of teens, all different in their own way. I scanned the room for a moment, finding the source of the loud noises. There was a spikey blonde yelling at a small green haired boy on the ground, a chair thrown to the other side of the room. I looked to my dad, seeing his extremely annoyed face. He made his way to his teachers desk, and watched the scene unfold. I found my desk, and tried my hardest to not watch the fight. To distract myself, I fixed up my uniform and got my notebooks out. As I placed my notebook onto my desk, I felt something hit my head. I turned to see a small notebook with a number 13 on it, burned and tattered. I picked it up and looked for where it came from. I saw the little green haired boy staring at me and the spikey blonde heaving in anger. I got up and walked to the pair. "Hi there! It seems you misplaced this?" I said, placing the notebook on one of the desks. "Here," I said, offering the green haired boy my hand. He shakenly took it and I helped him up. He dusted himself off and I turned to the blonde. "Hi! Its the first day of class and you're already fighting? I take it you know each other, right? Why not get along, maybe for just today?" I asked him, and sent one of my charming smiles. The room was quiet, and I took a good look at the person in front of me. Red eyes, spikey yet soft blonde hair, and a mega resting bitch face. I turned to the other person, and examined him as well. Green eyes, messy green hair, and a baby face dusted with freckles. He practically looked like a cinnamon roll. The blonde grumbled and went to his desk, and the green haired boy grabbed his notebook. "Thanks," he told me. "No problem!" I smiled and turned to walk to my desk.

3rd pov

    Y/N made her way back to her desk after stopping the fight between Bakugo and Midoriya. The class went back to little talk, leaving a few students speechless. Aizawa started the class, introducing himself and giving the run down on the rules. Afterwards, he told the class about the first assessment of the day. During the assessment that involved using you quirk to pass, Y/N was able to pass using sheer physical ability and without her quirk, just like she trained. The day continued on, Y/N doing all her work and not talking to anyone. Once lunch came, 1-A students had already formed groups of friends, and had already started sitting with each other at the tables. Midroiya looked for the H/C girl that had saved him from Bakugo, hoping she would sit with him and his new friends at lunch, but she was no where to be found.

Y/N's pov

    Lunch had started and I ran to Hitoshi's class. I was excited to tell him what had happened this morning and wanted to hear everything that happened today in his class. The classroom door opened and a swarm of students pilled out, and I had to move out of the way so I wasn't trampled. After a few moments, I saw Hitoshi emerge from the room, and ran to him. "Onee-San! You wont believe what happened in class today!" I yelped, latching onto his arm. He looked down at me and smiled, "Tell me about it at lunch, ok?" He said, and I nodded happily. We got to the lunch room and sat down at one of the tables, and a few of Hitoshi's classmates sat down with us. They introduced themselves and we started talking. "So, tell me about what happened in class today," Hitoshi said, and his friends also said they wanted to hear, So I told them what happened. "And then I went to my desk and continued getting my things out." I finished, placing some food in my mouth. Hitoshi seemed a bit mad that a book was thrown at my head, but I reassured him I was fine. I got up and told him I was going to throw my trash away and be right back, but he insisted on going with me, so we went to throw our trash away.

3rd pov

     The rest of class 1-A saw the H/C girl come into the lunch room with a few other students, one of which had his arm on her head. Mineta, being the pervert that he was, was upset at the fact that the unnamed girl seemed to already have a boyfriend on the first day of school, and vowed to get to her one day. Midoriya just looked at him with a questionable glance and turned back to his food. A few minutes later he saw the girl appear seemingly out of nowhere with the purple haired boy and threw their trash away. He thought he should thank her again and got up and walked to her. "H-hey," he said, stopping in front of the two. "Hi there!" Y/N said, smiling happily. "I wanted to thank you again for helping me this morning," he said, looking at the purple haired boy once again. "It's no problem! He seems like a bully." She replied, looking over to Bakugo. "Y-yeah, he kinda is, but he's a nice guy. I swear!" Y/N laughed at the statement, and gave Midoriya a thumbs up. "By the way, I'm L/N!" She said, extending her hand once again. "Midoriya!" He said happily, shaking her hand. "Oh! And this is my brother Shinso!" She said, gesturing to Hitoshi. He nodded curtly, "Excuse me, but is that spikey blond guy the one that threw the notebook?" He asked, pointing to Bakugo. Midoriya nodded, and Hitoshi started walking towards Bakugo. "Onee-San No!" Y/N yelped, grabbing at his sleeve. "Relax, I'm only going to talk to him." He reassured, and kept walking. Y/N covered her face and started shaking her head. "Not this again!" She yelled and grabbed Midoriya and they ran after Hitoshi.

Y/N's pov

    Midoriya and I ran after my brother. I knew that he didn't want to talk to the guy, and only wanted to yell at him. But damn he was a fast walker, and Midoriya and I couldn't keep up. We had reached the table that Hitoshi walked to, and saw him already in a heated argument with the other guy. "That Bakugo, he has a strong hatred for people who get in his way," Midoriya explained, watching the scene unfold. "So is Hitoshi," I replied, and we stood in silence for a few seconds. "They're gonna kill each other" we said at once, and went to stop the two boys before anything happened. Bakugo was yelling something about me being in the way, and was standing up moving towards my brother. Hitoshi was "calmly" telling Bakugo that he should apologize to me for hitting me. I told Midoriya to stay where he was and I went and got between them. "Now now boys, first day of school so no fights, please?" I said, putting my hand on both of their chests to stop them from getting closer to each other. "This pick came up to me! He started it!" Bakugo yelled, pointing a finger in Hitoshi's face. "I simply came up to you to ask if you apologize to my sister for hitting her with a book, which you refused." Hitoshi said, crossing his arms under my hand. I looked at each of them and thought about what to do. "You know what? This is ok! There's no need to apologize, and no need to fight! Lets all just be friends!?" I said, with a questioning look. Hitoshi scoffed and started to walk away, and Bakugo huffed and sat back down in his seat. "Not what I meant but ok, I guess." I said shrugging my shoulders. "Sorry about that! I will make sure that it wont happen again!" I waved to the others. Midoriya came up and introduced me to everyone, and I left to go back to my table.

3rd pov

     Mineta and the others at the table sat there in confused silence. After a few seconds, Mineta piqued up with happiness. "She's single!" He yelled triumphantly, receiving a smack to the back of the head by Mina.

[thefernhands]

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.

[silentwhispofhope]

I’ve got 3 and still sleep with my blankie

[fanoffoo]

Bitch i have over 20 and thousands of blankets.

Never be afraid to do things that make you happy..... unless that's killing people, don't so that

[pananni]

Dragon Age Companions and Advisors as John Mulaney Quotes

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[leonkennedystuff]

not alone (leon kennedy x reader)

[RE4 Leon]

Summary: wherein reader finally confronts leon about ada wong 

Warnings: angst

Part 1 of ?

hi guys! so this is my first ever original Leon content! I’ve been obsessing over him since RE4 but the RE2 remake just breathed new life into my already unhealthy obsession. hopefully you guys enjoy this little piece and please, please do feel free to send me some writing requests ! I’d love to generate more Leon content on here! 

The tears you were trying to suppress felt intolerably difficult to keep from spilling, the stinging in your eyes threatening to cascade down your flushed cheeks and show Leon just how much sadness and anger was erupting in your heart. 

The argument you both had snowballed into a full-fledged match; your voices were raspy and strained from how long they’ve been raised at each other, filling the apartment you shared. At no point, though, do you think this will stop soon. Not with how stubborn he was being. It was crazy - how only he can make you feel this loved but also this worthless. You wish he could stop hurting you - this thing, this same issue, over and over again. All you wanted was to break the cycle, having felt suffocated even by the mere mention of her name. Ada Wong. God, how your blood boiled - she just couldn’t stay away. The fact, though, that Leon seemed unable to do so either absolutely got you seeing red.

When their paths cross, it’s as if he forgets he has a girlfriend of almost 2 years. It made you feel insufficient, like you weren’t good enough to keep his attention from swaying. It broke your heart in ways words cannot even begin to describe; all you ever did was love him, as truly, deeply and selflessly a person can love another person. What were you lacking? What did she have?

“You’re being so unfair, (Y/N)! If you can only hear yourself!” He berates, running an exasperated hand through his already disheveled blonde hair. He was clearly worked up with the whole situation, unable to see where you were coming from. For the most part, he thought you were overreacting, your jealousy clouding your better judgement. It was ridiculous, he thought, that you felt disposable whenever Ada came up on your pages; he felt like you were trying to accuse him of disloyalty. Can you really be blamed though? Especially when the reason for this mess was when you found out Leon had been secretly conversing with her after coming home from his latest mission? It was like the world tilted on its axis when you answered the call and that damned woman’s seductive voice rang through your ears. His betrayal created a rift that was just continuing to grow; you couldn’t look at him without feeling a terrible stab in your heart and this overgrown fight was only making it worse. 

If you hadn’t picked the phone up, would he have told you? How long was he going to go without telling you? Your head throbbed trying to think of the answer to your questions - of convincing yourself that it would be the answers you wanted even though the worst came to mind. Despite all this, he still didn’t want to disclose to you what they’ve been talking about.

“Unfair?” Your eyes widen, incredulous at what he had just said. “I’m being unfair, Leon?! How would you feel if I went behind your back!? If I was hiding secrets from you with another man?!”

He shuts his ocean-blue eyes harshly, distress prominent in his strong features. He lets out a frustrated grunt. “Why can’t you just believe me when I tell you that the information is classified!” He snaps, moving forward. Leon was always very level-headed and calm, but he couldn’t help his small outburst. This fight, far by the worst you’ve both had in the entirety of your friendship and relationship, was taking it’s toll. He brings his hands down on the white counter top, the kitchen filling with the sound of his palms connecting with the marble. You flinch ever so slightly at the noise before glaring at him, the dam behind your eyes finally breaking.

Before you could try to stop it, tears leak in streams down your face as your chest started to tremble. “Was it also classified not to tell me you were talking to her? Or did you just want no one stopping you?” You retort, your voice being its lowest and softest in nearly an hour but just as harsh. You swallow the huge lump lodged in your throat, your hands unconsciously clenching as you look away from the bewildered man. You breathe out, not wanting to look at him as you asked your million-dollar question. “If I hadn’t answered, would I ever have known?”

Heavy silence shrouds the room as Leon remains mute for a while. You peel your gaze away from the polished floor and up at him. You blink to clear up your teary vision but seeing your boyfriend’s angry demeanor change into a softer, more remorseful one - a fresh wave tides in. You knew him way too well to know just by his body and expression that the answer was no. He didn’t have to say anything, noting at all. Your heart was already twisting.

His face falls, every trace of his anger long forgotten as his guilt nips painfully at him. He watches as a fresh round of tears run down your cheeks, he aches to wipe them away and just hold you - to forget about this stupid night. There are a lot of things in your fucked up reality that he hated and seeing you hurt would be at the top of the long list. He breathes out heavily, disconsolate and defeated, “(Y/N), she saved my life countless of times,” He tries to explain, feeling pathetic. The fire in his voice as cold as snow now. “I owe her mine,” He says, barely above a whisper. Although you were still trying to let everything process and sink in, you knew that he was right there - she did save his life more than once and that’s something you’ll forever be grateful for regardless of how you feel about her, but that wasn’t the real problem here. There was something deeper, and you knew for a fact that it wasn’t a green-eyed monster of jealousy. It was another nasty beast lurking in the shadows and you just want to know what you’re facing already.

Your voice gives in from exhaustion and heartache, cracking at the start of your sentence, wanting already to end this - no matter how it goes. “Leon - just be honest with me, please.” You urge weakly, your eyes beginning to throb from crying so much. You steady yourself, wiping gingerly at your face and holding it in your palms for a few seconds. Lowering your hands, you felt ill just getting your sentence out. “Do you have feelings for her?” 

It felt like another eternity that he was silent. When you hear him sigh slowly though, the kind before a bad news was going to be delivered, your body grows ice-cold. You begin to shake slightly.

“S-she’s like a part of me I can’t let go,” He finally confesses, finally tearing your heart apart. “But it’s you I love, (Y/N). You’d have to be crazy not to believe that.”

You barely heard the last part of his talking. Your face scrunches, like an invisible hand just slapped all the feeling off your skin. Your breath was painful in your throat and you felt like you were going to choke. You were light-headed, nauseated with the betrayal. 

‘She’s like a part of me I can’t let go.’ 

Who would’ve thought?

You quickly gather up the last of your wits to will yourself to move, to walk upstairs and grab some clothes and leave the place with some shred of dignity- maybe for a few days, maybe never honestly. Where were you going to go though? You didn’t know either. You couldn’t think or function normal, not when you felt stripped of anything and everything. He loves you? If he loves you so much, he wouldn’t have caught feelings for another woman. A woman he met in a day while you, years before.

Once your body obeys your commandment to move, you swiftly turn for the stairs, not caring that you’ll have to pass him. Leon takes a frantic dash towards you, hooking his grip gently but firmly on your arm. “Wait, where are you going?”

Without looking at him, you pull your limb back from his hold. You try to ignore the wounded look in his beautiful blue eyes from how harshly you recoiled from his touch. “I can’t do this,” You croak, shaking your head. “I have to leave, this isn’t good for me or for you.”

“Leave?” Leon’s face blanches at your words, his thoughts going haywire at the thought of you gone. You were leaving him? No, it can’t be. You can’t. He was a fool - yes - but he knew that the sun rose and set with you and you only. Ada - she was manipulative, but she saved his life more than once and they’ve witnessed hell together - their experience in Raccoon City set some kind of attachment between them. It was his fault, though, for letting that attachment cloud his vision at times of what was really important. You.

“(Y/N) -“ He starts but you cut him off, shaking your head.

“Save your breath, Leon.” You dismiss the conversation before it could even start, heading towards the staircase again. He follows behind you, alarmed.

“Let’s talk about this. Just calm down, please,” He stammers slightly, trying to keep his calm despite his racing heartbeat. “I’ll tell you what you want to know. Please, just stop.”

A momentary feeling of relief washes over Leon as you turn back to look at him. His chest, though, feels like a thousand pounds when he sees your puffy eyes and red, stuffy nose.

“What is there left to talk about? I’ve heard your piece and I don’t need to be reminded that she’s some part of you you can’t seem to let go. You don’t know how helpless I feel, Leon, that another woman is living in your heart with me.”

“She doesn’t -”

You clench your teeth and shut your exhausted eyes, repined and extremely tired of hearing his empty reassurances. “I understand that you’ve been through hell and back with her, but it’s been years since Raccoon and you still can’t give her up. That says more than enough.”

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Me:

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