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Onceler x Reader Fluff

Neutral Pronouns!!

for @arson-n-barf (for some reason your name won’t come up when i try to tag you 😿)

It finally happened. Your boyfriend, the Onceler, had gotten to the lowest point in his business. His machines had cut down the last truffula tree. His family, seeing how this would bring his business to an end, up and left the second they noticed. It had been about a month since it happened, and Onceler was hidden away in his little factory home, wallowing in his misery as he finally realized what he’d done to the truffula forest. You’d tried to contact him a few times now, but each time you’d open the door a wooden mallet would quickly shoo you away. This time, you wouldn’t accept that. You knew you needed to talk to him, and he needed to talk to you.

Taking a walk from the Onceler’s wagon to his little house was always a bit depressing. What used to be lush landscape full of pink, orange, and yellow shades, was now a desolate wasteland of stumps and smog. It was a long trip by foot, but you didn’t have the resources to get there any faster at the moment. Approaching his home, you knew better than to knock on the door this time. A faint light was shining through a boarded up window, the only light you’d seen in what felt like hours.

That must be where he is…

“Onceler?”

No response. You didn’t expect it to be so easy, but you weren’t going to give up.

“Onceler. I’m not leaving until you let me talk to you! Please just say something. Anything at all?”

“Go away. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.”

That’s harsh! How does he not know? Can he not recognize my voice?

It then occurred to you that with all the smog you had to breathe in on the way, your voice had become a bit raspier and lower. Not to a disturbing point, but apparently just enough to mask your identity. Just then, peering up at the window, you noticed a small bucket up by his window.

That’s right! Before everything went downhill, he had a bucket where he’d accept gifts from any of his fans while he was away or was too tired to come out of his house!

“Mr. Onceler, I have a gift for you.”

There was a pause, and then a longer pause. Suddenly, the sounds of clattering metal began to approach. As soon as the bucket was close enough, you hopped in - as best you could anyway.

“Okay I’m leaving now!”

The Onceler waited for what seemed like an eternity before quickly pulling the bucket up to his window. He peeked through the holes of his boarded up window and that’s when he saw…

“Y/N?”

His voice was trembling, and his eyes appeared shiny and reddish.

“Onceler, let me talk to you. Let me help you! You can get through this. It isn’t too-”

“You shouldn’t be here Y/N. The air is too polluted. Go into town, it’s farther. It’ll be safer for you.”

The bucket started to lower, so as fast as you could you swung it forward, grabbing onto the boards. You were now dangling off of them, as the bucket was on the ground.

“Y/N!”

The Onceler punched through the wood and pulled you inside. He fell backwards, and you collapsed on top of him. You could now see the state of his room. It was nearly empty, except for a bed, a drawer, and lots of tissues and empty marshmallow bags all around. Onceler hugged you tight, sniffling and crying.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away! I was just so lost in my own head. Will you forgive me, Y/N?”

“Of course, Oncie! I was never upset with you, I was just so worried. I wanted to tell you that it isn’t all as bad as it seems. You still have all the money you had before. You still have all this land to remake what’s been destroyed. You still have me! Unless we do something now, this will all be lost to time.”

The Onceler looked at you, and then to the window.

“Unless we… Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to change… That’s it! Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

Onceler took your arm and pulled you up off the ground. He walked over to the little drawer and opened it, reaching in to find a little brown seed.

“Oncie… is that?”

“Yes. The last truffula seed. I think you should be the one to plant it.”

“I think we should plant it together. And I have the perfect spot. Come on!”

You led the Onceler back to his wagon you’d been staying in. Everything outside was dark and gray, but the wagon was still a place full of warm light.

“If we plant it here, Oncie, we could bring the forest back. One truffula seed at a time! Does that sound good?”

The Onceler nodded, and you got to work. Using a little shovel you found inside, you dug a hole in the ground. Onceler looked hesitant, so you took his hands in your own and planted the seed into the ground together. You enveloped the little truffula in soil, and stood back to admire your progress.

“Now it just needs…”

“I’ve got it!”

The Onceler ran inside and came back out with a little metal watering can. He watered the seed, and reached out to hold your hand.

“What if it doesn’t grow?”

“I’m sure it will. I’ve heard that truffula trees grow much faster than any other kind. We can check in tomorrow?”

Onceler nodded, and placed his head on top of yours. You felt him shaking a little. With that, you led him inside and sat down on the bed.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

“Oh, Y/N, you’ve been troubled with me enough already. I think what I’d like the most would be for you to just relax.”

You smiled, and headed over to the couch to lay down. You assumed the Onceler needed space, since he’d locked himself away for a month now. About a half hour passed, and neither of you were asleep yet.

“Y/N… I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

You picked up a bag of marshmallows you’d been munching on, and offered him one in his bed. You fed him some more, and eventually the two of you cuddled to sleep. With that, the night was over. The next day, the truffula seed had grown to a little fluffy pink sprout. Eventually, the two of you managed to replant almost the entire valley together. The Lorax didn’t show up immediately, but in time he came back to help out, bringing back all the wildlife that had travelled away long ago.

and that’s it! hope it’s good and fluffy enough, I got a little carried away in the beginning there 😿

Onceler x Reader Fluff!! (rainy day)

neutral pronouns :D

for @pinkystarwberry !! hope it turns out alright <3

ignore this i got it off google i have no clue who to credit ^^

You woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the windows of the Onceler’s wagon. You’d been staying with him every now and then after coming across him singing and dancing with a bunch of… barbaloots in the truffula forest? It was a strange sight for sure, as you had just been taking a walk that day only to witness such a beautiful scene. The truffula forest of course, not the Onceler! You didn’t have any feelings for him at all… Back then at least. The two of you had started dating after many weeks spent together supporting his thneed business. It hadn’t gone anywhere yet, but you were sure it would eventually. Probably. Sure hope it doesn’t go overboard and cause massive destruction to this beautiful forest!

Turning to face the interior of the wagon, you rubbed your eyes and stretched. The Onceler was probably already in town advertising his invention.

But it’s raining, isn’t it? So he wouldn’t be out… Does that mean?

Suddenly you catch the scent of something sweet in the air. Is that…

“Good morning Y/N! I made pancakes. Way too many actually. How many do you want? There’s gotta be tons leftover I won’t be able to finish.”

The Onceler was standing by his little makeshift stovetop, flipping pancakes and humming a silly tune. He was still wearing his blue and yellow bunny pajama set, but with an apron over top. You hadn’t noticed it before, but the apron was covered in little pink hearts.

“I didn’t realize you’d be home. Usually you aren’t back until a few hours after I’ve woken up. Maybe i’ll have… P/P/N?” (preferred pancake number. i don’t judge, i won’t pick for you! also can be pee-pee-nut if you prefer.)

The Onceler handed you a plate and flipped your pancakes across the room into a graceful stack on top. He then picked up an already pancaked plate and walked over, sitting beside you on the bed. The rain was coming down harder now. It must have been around noon, but it was still as dark out as it would be in the middle of the night. You noticed a flash out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly…

CRAZH BANG BOOM OH NO!!1!1!

The thunder surprised you, and you screamed a little, jumping from your place on the comfy orangey-red sheets. Onceler was startled too, but not nearly as much. You fell back into his arms, knocking your pancakes all over the place.

“Oh no… I’m so sorry Oncie. The two bites I had were really good…”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N! I did tell you I made tons.”

The Onceler sliced a piece with his fork and put it up to your mouth. You were hesitant and a little embarrassed, but ate it. CRASH BANG OH ITS MORE THUNDER HOW TERRIBLE!! You jumped a little again, this time closer the Onceler, and nuzzled your head into his chest. He reached for a blanket and wrapped it around you both. You looked up into his pretty blue eyes, and he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here. The storm should calm down soon.”

He sliced another portion of his pancakes and fed them to you, stroking your hair and giving you occasional kisses anywhere he could reach. The two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddling, eating pancakes, and listening to the rain.

hope that was okay for my first fic! boy am i glad the onceler is real and i actually just made up the miserable life i’m living. i’m so glad i’m getting the physical contact i need! i love being healthy!! KEEP THE REQUESTS COMING I NEED IT

hi i saw ur post about wanting to take requests to write about hoo and I have one for u

Maybe leo×automaton reader? I was listening to polyester girl and thought it'd be a funny idea (i also just hate calleo with a passion) ok bye thxx

W song choice also so real for hating calleo. I actually love this idea so I'm really glad you asked me to write it and thank you for being the first to request a fic!

Warnings: pet names (babe)

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Leo thought you were beautiful. With your soft skin and lush hair. Leo found it unfortunate that it wasn't real but he loved you regardless. He's never been good with people, never understanding what made them tick. But with you, since you were an automaton, it just came naturally. It's like he had a 6th sense for everything you needed. Like his magic Hepheastus powers allowed him to read your mechanical mind. He knew when you wanted flowers, when you wanted hugs, when you were bored or upset and he always tried his best to adhere to your needs.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, holding your hair out of the way while he worked on fixing a loose cog under the hatch in the back of your neck. "Jeez, Daedalus really put work into this, huh?" He muttered, impressed by the wiring and pumping of your robotic insides. Back in the labyrinth, Daedalus not only had a son, but a daughter. You weren't mentioned in mythology because you weren't as relevant as your brother Icarus. You'd never truly felt seen, being kept alive for centuries just so your father had someone to speak to to prevent insanity in the confined walls of the maze while everyone above spoke of the tragedy that was your brother's death. Maybe if you had been reckless you'd have the same recognition he does. But you were glad you'd been smarter than him because if you hadn't you would've never met Leo. Leo made you feel seen, wanted, tended to. Leo loved you, and he made that abundantly clear.

"Babe, pass me a screwdriver real quick?" He requested, gesturing to the screwdriver in the toolbox by your knee. "The small one, please." When you handed him the screwdriver he thanked you, pressing a kiss to your temple as a show of gratitude before he returned his focus to the back of your neck. You looked to the side with your eyes, watching in the mirror as he sat in a position that made him look like a shrimp with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and his thick eyebrows knitted together in unwavering concentration, careful not to mess up or ruin anything. He'd never forgive himself if he messed you up somehow. He shut the hatch and grabbed your shoulder to spin you around and face him, like a hairdresser after giving you a funky new hairdo. You smiled at him and took his hand. "Thank you, Leo."

Leo fought back a shudder as your freezing cold hand intertwined with his. "No problem, babe. I love you." His hand heated up to warm yours before he let his hand cool down, the heat sticking to your fake skin and giving the illusion of a real hand holding his. A feeling he yearns for. He knows you can't give him that feeling, you know it too. And he knows you can't help it, but he craves it. No matter how realistic your skin feels or how defined your carved in fingerprints are, you aren't a real human. Not physically atleast. But even so, he loves you and there is not a thing in the world he'd give you up for, not even warm skin.

AHHHH POOKIE POSTED READ ITTT

♥︎ Good graces part two ♥︎

(Pete dinunzio x fem reader)

(couldnt find a gif with pete only 💔)

♡-Summery: You decide maybe you should get to know him and see whats he like!

♡-Genre fluff? (Sfw)

♡-Warnings: little perverted thoughts and mini make-out session

♡-Notes: This is mostly mixed with the pilot version and a tad of his comic version of him plz lmk if i went out of character 😭 but just wanna say thank you so much for reblogging or liking part one means a lot to me :,)

While getting ready, You decide that you are going to ask for his number and get to know him better hopefully you won't sound awkward or anything

——-

Later on 4th-period ends and you try to look for him down the halls luckily he isn't with his friends like yesterday and you tap on his shoulder

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“Hey,” you said trying to stay calm

“Oh uh hey” he sounds a bit surprised that you came up to him again ever since he was acting cold toward you

“I was gonna ask can I get your number?” You started to get a bit nervous

“Why” he asked in an amused tone he mostly thinks that you’re doing this as a joke 

You start to get anxious

“Uh well, I would like to get to know you better maybe like to hang out sometime?”

He starts to get nervous but tries to hide it he never got a girl's number or attention “Yeah sure..”

As you were writing down your number you remembered you never got his name

“Hey, I never got your name.” You asked

“Oh, it's Pete.”

“Nice my name is Y/n!!”

You gave him a note with your number on it with a little heart doodle and gave it to him

Pete noticed the heart doodle and looked up at you as you waved goodbye

Pete couldn’t stop looking at you whenever you would walk past by down the halls

But one of his friends (Bill) noticed and got a little suspicious

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Later on, you ran to your bedroom and you were so happy that the short conversation was a total success that you decided to text him

(Pete:red Y/n:pink)

“Hey, whatcha doing :D”

“Nothing much what about you”

“I’m just finishing my homework”

“You do the homework assignments?”

“Uh yeah, you don’t?”

“Nah it’s not my thing”

“Anyways I wanted to ask you if you would like to go hang out tomorrow??”

“Yeah sure I guess”

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Uhh up to you”

“Ooh, how about the mall??”

“Alright that’s fine with me”

“Thats great! meet me at my place at 2:30 at *address number*

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Timeskips and you start getting ready, apply your makeup,

you want to impress him so you wear a black cardigan unbuttoned, a black simple tube top, and low-rise baggy jeans with a washed-out color then you apply your “Paco Rabanne Fame” perfume once again

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Pete was walking to y/n’s place and realized you two didn't live too far away from each other

Pete starts to freak out a bit he never got as close to a girl before so this whole situation is new to him

He starts to imagine y/n side hugging him and her head against his shoulder while he gets a trace of her perfume and starts to get a bit flustered by his thoughts

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You hear a knock at the door and you run downstairs before opening your door you grab a little compact mirror just to double-check if you look good

and then open your door

“Damn what took you so long,” Pete said with a smirk and his arms crossed

“Whatever I didn’t take that long,” you said jokingly

Pete glanced at your top mostly looking at your chest

“Uh are we going or what?” You said trying to get his eyes off

“Oh yeah right” he got caught red-handed he felt a bit embarrassed after that

*Not bad..* he thought

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Timeskips and you two are at the mall together and you try to start a conversation

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“So do you mostly go out?” You asked

“Well would hanging out with my friend's place count” He said

“Well, it isn’t your house so that counts! What do you guys mostly do?” You asked

“Well we mostly play D&D and stuff like that” although he didn’t want to mention that half of the time they mostly argue

“Hey, there's a record store wanna check it out??” You sounded excited because it’s one of your favorite stores

Pete smiles and agrees to go and you two walk together You thought he was so cute when he smiles

You two have a lot in common mostly with horror movies

Then you guys made it to the record store and started to browse around 

Then you two check out the CD section

“So what kind of CDs are you looking for?” Pete asked

“Well I always wanted to get a Depeche mode CD I recently bought a CD player,” you said

“What kind of music do you listen to?” You asked

“I mostly like Tool they’re pretty cool but I mostly just listen to any heavy metal band or black metal though,”

“What about you??” He seems interested in talking to you

“Well, I like Sonic Youth I have been listening to them recently I’m mostly into that kind of stuff you do have good music taste!!”

Pete liked the fact that you complimented his music taste

“Thanks, I think I heard of them before but I never got into them”

“Oh my gosh, you should!! I feel like you might like them” You said holding the Sonic Youth “Goo” cd

Pete grabbed the CD from your hand and checked the back

“Hey what if we listen to one of our favorite bands like I listen to this band and you listen to my favorite band” he sounds excited

“Sure what band??” You said

Pete looked at the CD shelf and pulled out a black metal band but you couldn’t exactly tell what the name was due to the exaggerated font on the CD

“Listen to this album it's really good,” he said

“Sure I think I can give them a try”

You guys headed to the cashier and both bought two CDs together

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After that, you guys were tired of walking around the mall he asked if he could walk you home, and you didn’t mind

You guys had the best time together and got to know each other even better

then you made it home safe

“It was fun spending time with you i never knew how interesting you are,” you said

“Yeah I thought the same way about you, never thought you were interesting,” Pete said jokingly

“Oh really??” You said laughing

Then you two looked at each other and you got closer to him and you kissed him on the lips

Pete looked at you with a shocked expression but then he smirked

“Oh, so you feel the same way too huh?” He teases

You grab his hand and bring him to the side of the house so your parents don’t see you

You pin him to the wall and started French-kissing him

Pete wasn't a bad kisser but he wasn’t good which explains a lot but he tries to follow how you do it

Then you felt his hands slowly go to your waist and pull you closer

you could tell he was enjoying this moment the way how strong your perfume was and how close you were to him, drove him crazy.

His hands try to reach your left bum cheek but you grab his hand and laughed

“Nice try but you aren’t slick,” you laugh he looks a bit disappointed but he smirks

“Sorry couldn’t wait” he teases

“But one thing I gotta ask,” he said

“Yeah, what is it?” You said

“Was this even a hangout or a date” he smirked

“Well after what just happened then yes I guess it was a date” you giggled

After that, you waved him goodbye and closed your door

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While Pete was walking home he couldn’t believe what just happened, he looked at the Sonic Youth CD and then thought to himself

*Oh I'm definitely gonna listen to this*

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𝘛𝘌𝘟𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ~𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 2: 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘢

SUMMARY: What it's like texting them

Deku x GN! reader, no pronouns mentioned, uses of petnames

WARNNGS!!: swearing, suggestive comments/jokes, a lot of fluff!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

Lettuce head 💚: Y/N ARE U ALR?

I HEARD A BUNCH OF NOISE FROM UR DORM

You: lmao im alr baby

i was just tackling bakugou off of me

Lettuce head 💚: WHAT

WHY WAS KACCHAN TACKLING U?

You: i ate his leftover katsudon

not my fault it didnt have his name on it smh

Lettuce head 💚: are u ok tho? ur not hurt, r u?

You: i promize izu, im alright <3

i think bakugou has a broken pinkie now tho hehe

Lettuce head 💚: HE HAS A WEHAT???:L9079203]#[#=-2

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You: izu

can u come over please

Lettuce head 💚: ofc!

are u ok?

u arent usually this dry 🧍‍♂️

You: im alr, just had a crap day

Lettuce head 💚: aw hun :(

im coming to ur dorm rn

do u want me to get some snacks and we can watch ur fav movies? :) You: yes plss :)

Lettuce head 💚: okk! i'll go get them and i'll be there asap!

You: god ilysm <3333

Lettuce head 💚: ily more <333333

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

Lettuce head 💚: SWEETIEo

GUES WAT

GURESS WaT

EHHEHEHEHEOQ

You: WHAT? :D

Lettuce head 💚: I LOOUUUVVEEE UUUOO

You: I LOVE YOU TOO :)) are u ok tho? ur words are slurred

Lettuce head 💚: YAH IM OCK

You: ur huh? 😀

Lettuce head 💚: Hello dear, this is Recovery Girl. Midoryia is a bit woozy since he's on some pain medication, he had a pretty bad injury during his training earlier. So please excuse any mistakes from him

You: again??

Lettuce head 💚: Yes, again

You: is he gonna be ok?

Lettuce head 💚: Yes, he will, he just needs rest

EHEH I STOLL MY PHOWN BACK

You: omg 😭

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a/n: hii! sorry this was short, i wasnt that sure what to write haha, i hope u enjoyed tho! more content coming tho!! :)

Flirt | Tony Stark x Male!Reader

A/N: Omg a fanfic that isn't about Steve Rogers?!?! Hope you enjoy :) Also, school is starting soon but I will try to write as much as I can. I actually do find writing these enjoyable. Fanfic writing is different but fun. It's nice to use my English somewhere aside from just writing essays 🥹.

P.S. Listen to this song right now or I will hurt you:

Flirt

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: During a night out with his close friend, Y/N encounters Tony Stark and they immediately hit it off. Get that bag, Y/N!

Warnings: Alcohol use

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"Are you sure about this, Sal?" Y/N said, uncertainty laced in his voice.

"100% sure. You need to get your mind off of that cheating douchebag." Sal responded with no hesitation. A small sigh came from Y/N's mouth. He knew deep down that she was right.

After finding out his ex had been cheating on him, Y/N had rotted in his house for almost two weeks, completely isolating himself from the outside world. Only today, when his closest friend Sal practically broke his front door down, had he been freed from his lovelorn pitying.

Now, Sal was forcing Y/N out for a much-needed night out in town, determined to help him forget about his troubles, at least for just a couple of hours. The two were currently headed to one of the liveliest bars downtown, with the promise of copious amounts of alcohol and good company.

"Look, I know this might not be what you want right now," Sal said, giving Y/N a reaffirming pat on the shoulder. "But, just trust me. We're going to enjoy the night, the drinks and the people, and," Sal's head turned slightly, giving a Y/N a small smirk, "we might even find you a nice man there."

Y/N turned downward and began shaking his head to hide the smile forming on his face – he ultimately failed. "Yeah, yeah alright." While his very recent relationship's ending was abrupt and messy, the idea of finding someone new was very enticing. His previous boyfriend was, according to Sal, "hot trash", so he believed tonight could be the chance to find a truly suitable partner for him.

"That's the spirit," Sal grinned, tightly hugging Y/N's side. "Now let's go and make very questionable decisions."

Y/N chuckled despite himself, softly pushing Sal off of him. Maybe tonight would be when he'd truly move on.

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According to Y/N's inner monologue, the bar itself was quite lovely. It was a quaint, hole-in-the-wall establishment yet very populated. People occupied the bar's booths in large groups, their conversations filling the atmosphere with a nice volume. The warm and soft lighting gave the space a slight touch of intimacy. As he continued looking around, Y/N grimaced as he glanced toward a corner of the bar and saw a couple making out, their hands touching in places that were definitely inappropriate for a public space. However, despite seeing the touchy-feely pair, Y/N could tell tonight would be somewhat fun.

The two settled down on two barstools at the bar's front. Sal, being the more outgoing of the one, wasted no time waving down the bartender. "Two tequila shots, please," she said with a grin. It was a tradition for the two to begin a night out with tequila shots – a nice ritual that set the tone for the night.

The bartender slid two shot glasses filled to the brim with tequila. The two each grabbed a glass, Sal raising hers and toasting, "to a night of fun and forgetting."

Y/N raised his also, saying, "Cheers to whatever comes our way." The two smiled at each other, clinking their glasses before downing their drinks in one swift gulp.

Y/N's face scrunched in pain upon swallowing. The feeling of tequila was familiar to Y/N as he and Sal have spent multiple nights out together. However, he never grew as much of a tolerance as her for the throat-burning it caused when ingesting it. He coughed slightly, but laughed, a tingly feeling spreading throughout his chest.

Sal leaned over, slightly nudging Y/N's elbow. "So, what'll it be next for us? Should we try something strong or should steady ourselves for tonight?"

Y/N thought deeply for a moment before responding. "Let's try something different," he said, feeling bolder. "How about margaritas?"

Sal laughed. "Alright, margaritas it is. Don't blame me though for how shit-faced you might get."

Y/N rolled his eyes, but couldn't prevent the smile from forming on his face. "I guess we'll see," he replied, feeling the anticipation from what the night has to offer.

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Sal and Y/N had 3 margaritas and 4 tequila shots in each and were already a tad inebriated. Despite the bar being quite packed, their egregiously loud laughter carried around the room, causing people to look at them with slight annoyance.

Suddenly, Sal's eyes widened and she began choking on her drink. "Holy shit, bitch," she semi-yelled, catching Y/N's attention. "Don't look behind you, but Tony 'Richboy' Stark just came in with a really hot dude."

Y/N wasn't the type to listen to directions he was told – especially when inebriated – so despite Sal's warnings, he immediately looked. And Sal was correct. There, unmistakably, was Tony Stark clad in a simple tux with a black tie near the bar's entrance. Next to him was an equally attractive man, taller, with blonde hair and broad shoulders. Upon second glance, Y/N realized the other man was the Captain America.

Y/N's eyes had wandered on Tony while he was surveying the bar's interior. For a brief moment, their gazes met under the glow of the bar's warm lighting. Y/N quickly looked away. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he glanced once more. Tony's eyes were still on him, firm but with an undertone of curiosity. Y/N wanted to so desperately look away, but their stare lingered. The world seemed to fade during their intimate stare-off. A palpable tension was shared between them, and it wasn't until Tony flashed Y/N a small smile before heading to a vacant booth that it vanished.

A slight slap on Y/N's arm broke him from his trance. "Dude! I literally told you not to look and guess what you did? Look!" Y/N had to quiet down Sal's loud reprimanding voice, afraid a certain someone would hear her. She regained her composure after a few minutes of quiet yelling and continued drinking her third margarita. "Okay, but he was definitely checking you out," Sal slurred with a volume even a person outside the bar could hear.

A loud cough erupted from Y/N's mouth, an attempt to drown out Sal's voice. "He was absolutely not," he protested, taking a sip of his drink. "He was just checking out the place, and our eyes coincidentally met when he was looking at the front of the bar."

"Oh, Y/N," Sal said, slowly shaking her head. "I know you may be slow in the head–" Y/N was about to object before Sal put a finger to his lips, effectively shutting his mouth. "But you'd practically have to be blind to not notice him eyeing you like a piece of fine meat."

"Okay, but..." Y/N was at a loss for words, partly for the fact he was intoxicated but also because Tony Stark was definitely checking him out. Their stare-off lasted a little too long to be considered anything but friendly. "Wait, why were you looking at him I thought we weren't supposed to look?"

"Well, Y/N," Sal said, sloppily standing from the bar stool and grabbing her purse. "I will be going to the bathroom right now. I hope nothing significant will occur during my absence, like, say, a certain Avenger approaching you while you're sat here all alone." She winked, her gait wobbly from the alcohol.

Before Y/N could yell at her to return, she already turned the bar's corner into the restrooms. Y/N silently cursed, downing his margarita before ordering another one. His heart was beating fast, and he glanced towards where Tony was sitting. As if on cue, Tony looked up from his conversation with Captain America, catching his gaze. This time, Tony's smile widened, and he leaned in and whispered something to Steve. Y/N's pulse quickened. Then, Tony stood up from his booth and started towards Y/N. He quickly turned around, "fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered under his breath.

Y/N could feel Tony's presence approaching. He radiated wealth, power, and overall playboy hubris with each step. As he drew closer, Y/N's anxiety reached a peak. He started drawing his focus away from the intimidating man, attempting to look very intently at the bar's collection of liquor. But Tony's sensation, magnetic as ever, couldn't be ignored by Y/N.

Tony sat on the barstool Sal was on before she left. Y/N felt his palms and the back of his knees becoming clammy, unsure if it was from the alcohol or the undeniably attractive billionaire beside him. It was probably the latter. Tony cleared his throat to catch the attention of the bartender. "I'll take a beer, please."

After Tony got his beer, an uncomfortable silence washed over the two men. Tony wasn't speaking and Y/N was too out of it to verbalize anything. Wasn't Tony – billionaire, playboy, philanthropist – Stark supposed to start their conversation, he silently thought. Suddenly getting very impatient, Y/N put the burden on himself to verbally approach Tony first. "I always thought you were a hard liquor person," Y/N's voice came out, evident in his speech that he was decently drunk.

Tony glanced at Y/N, a hint of amusement in his expression. "I've been trying to lay off the drinking for a while," he replied, taking a sip of his beer. "Only wimpy drinks for me tonight."

Y/N nodded, trying to focus on Tony's words despite his tipsiness. He could feel Tony's eyes on him, curious and unwavering. His gaze was intimidating but felt strangely warm at the same time.

Tony leaned in slightly, his tone teasing. "And what about you. I didn't peg you to be a margarita guy."

Y/N smiled, his confidence from the liquid courage abating his nerves. "I like to keep 'em guessing, Mr. Stark." He took another sip of his margarita. "Only the good ones."

Tony's grin widened slightly. "Does that make me one of the 'good ones'?"

"That depends on how you treat me tonight," Y/N replied, his voice flirtier than he expected it to be.

Another silence came after Y/N's words – a comfortable one, unlike the last time. Y/N sneaked a few glances towards Tony, finding him looking straight ahead bearing a small content smile.

"So what brings you here with" – Y/N gestured towards Steve – "that hunk of a man," Y/N asked, cutting through the quiet.

Tony set down his beer. "Well, I just got off a very important business meeting and decided to head here to unwind. Heard this place had some...interesting company." He then looked towards Y/N. "Capsicle's here as my plus one."

Y/N felt his cheeks go red. "'Interesting company,' huh?" he echoed, his nervousness returning again.

Tony nodded, his expression playful. "Very interesting," he reaffirmed. "And it seems," Tony picked up his beer, gesturing it towards Y/N. "I've made the right choice."

A sudden cough erupted from Y/N's mouth, elicited by Stark's notorious innate flirtiness. "You can't just say that, Tony. We just met and you don't even know my name."

Tony chuckled, clearly amused by Y/N's reaction. "You're right," he admitted, leaning back slightly. "But I don't need to know your name to recognize you're someone worth talking to." He took another quick sip of his beer. "Names are just a formality anyway. I'd rather know the person behind the name."

Y/N felt a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. Despite knowing of Tony's infamous charismatic boldness, it felt nerve-wracking being on the receiving end of it. It was a strange experience. "You surely know how to keep someone on their toes, Mr. Stark."

Tony smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "So, whaddya say? Do I get your name or do I have to keep guessing for a little longer?"

Y/N hesitated briefly before deciding to play along with Tony's game. "Keep guessing, lover-boy."

Tony's eyebrows raised, clearly enjoying the challenge and the nickname. "Let's see..." he said, his face stern with faux concentration. "You strike me as a Jay. Or a Phil." He watched Y/N's expression closely, trying to see if there was any hint he was on the right track.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Nice try, but you're way off. Guess again."

A small sigh came from Tony. "Dammit. I thought I almost had it," he said, feigning playful disappointment. "Okay, how about...Cameron? Or Mitchell?"

Y/N shook his head once more. "Nope. Not even close."

Tony leaned in closer, his smile turning into a small smirk. "Alright, I give up. What's your name, mystery man?"

Y/N also leaned in, relenting at Tony's surrender. "It's Y/N," he half-whispered. "But I did enjoy you guessing."

A genuine smile found itself on Tony's face. "Y/N, huh? I like it – it suits you." He raised his beer in a small toast. "To new friends, and to keeping things interesting."

Y/N clinked his margarita with Tony's brown beer bottle. "To new friends," he repeated.

"So," Tony said, taking another sip of his bottle. "Tell me more about yourself."

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Tony and Y/N talked for what seemed like hours, the passage of time becoming irrelevant to them. Y/N went on an extended rant about his ex-boyfriend, Tony listening intently, which Y/N very much appreciated. Tony in turn told Y/N about Avengers and Stark Industries business. Y/N tried hard to understand Tony's talks on logistics, all for the sake of how Tony's eyes lit up with interest when talking about the nitty-gritty of his company.

After I while, their conversation started dwindling down. The initial flirtiness settled down to a comfortable silence. The buzz from the alcohol had faded into a pleasant comfort that made Y/N feel warm inside. Y/N looked around the bar, noticing how the crowded place had thinned out. "Looks like we cleared the place out, huh?"

Tony set his beer bottle down, stretching his arms. "Guess we did. Time flies when you have fun. Or when you're with a cute person."

A warmth covered Y/N's face red. "It's been nice talking to you, Tony." He checked the time on his phone, eyes widening when he saw the time. "It's getting quite late. Me and Sal...where is that girl anyways?" Sal's entire existence completely slipped from Y/N's mind.

"Looks like Cap and your friend are hitting it off quite well." Y/N glanced towards the booth Steve was sitting in. There was very much indeed Sal chatting up a storm with Captain America. What surprised Y/N the most was that Steve actually enjoyed talking to her? He nodded, smile bright and charming as Sal's mouth moved continuously.

"Huh," Y/N mused. He looked towards Tony once more. Y/N wasn't quite sure how but Tony looked even more attractive since the last time he looked.

"I think it's time for us to call it a night, Y/N," Tony said, his voice slightly disappointed. Y/N also found himself unhappy as well. "Though, I'd like for us to see each other again. For margaritas or beer – or something stronger if you prefer." He pulled a sleek black business card from his pocket and handed it to Y/N.

"I'll take you up on that, Tony," Y/N replied, pocketing the card. Y/N stared softly at Tony, feeling a fluttery feeling in his chest. He noticed the closeness between them on the bar chairs.

Y/N hesitated for a brief moment, his mind racing with both excitement and nerves. The temptation to close the gap between them was overwhelming, and he could feel himself gravitating towards Tony.

Tony's gaze flickered towards Y/N's lips, seemingly understanding his intentions. Y/N felt a surge of confidence rush through him. He wanted this, and he knew damn well Tony did too. Without thinking further, Y/N closed the space between him and Tony, lips connecting in an intimate kiss.

Their lips started slowly at first – tentative as if testing the waters. But then Tony responded, pressing back with a gentle ferocity that made Y/N's stomach flutter. The kiss was slow and exploratory, full of curiosity and intrigue.

Y/N's eyes closed as he felt himself melt into Tony's touch. His hands found their way towards Tony's shoulders, linking them around and slightly grazing the fabric of his suit. Y/N could feel Tony's hands lightly caressing his waist, sending tingles around his entire body.

When they both pulled away, Y/N's eyes fluttered open and met Tony's, a mixture of surprise and fluster playing around both of their smiles.

"Wow," Y/N said, breathless. "That was unexpected."

"Yeah," Tony responded, sounding winded himself. "I definitely want to see you again now."

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Tony and Steve insisted on driving Y/N and Sal home, however, Y/N protested heavily against it. Sal was definitely on board with the idea but was drowned out by Y/N's persistent opposition.

After saying their goodbyes to the two Avengers, Y/N and Sal started on home. "So...," she began, sporting a toothy smile.

Y/N reciprocated her wide grin. "We'll debrief tomorrow."

FIN

A/N: Catch the Modern Family names 😼 Hope you enjoyed it!

ok so I’m not a fanfic writer //anymore// so I’ll just put this idea out there

You know how alot of people REALLY love Sun but hate Moon for whatever reason?

so imagine a Sun/Moon x Nb Reader fluff/ hurt comfort fanfic in which;

 the reader just loves, and I mean ABSOLUTELY ADORES Sun, they’re really close and talk about anything, EVERYTHING, so- a really good relationship //friendship or otherwise// a lot of hugging, cuddling, Sun following the reader around, all the good shit.

 Moon, seeing this, rationalizes that; because the reader loves Sun so much they MUST love them too, right?  -Even though they’ve never ACTUALLY met-  and Moon, being socially inept decides to try and interact with the reader, but comes off as too hostile, hurting/ and or scaring them, badly, this happens two separate times, both resulting in the reader sprinting out of the daycare, the third time it happens reader tho instead of just running away, the reader blows up at Moon, //probably cursing them out// and says how much they don’t want/like Moon, and how the reader wishes that they’d just leave them alone, and talking about how creepy they look, before storming off, ending with something along the lines of being done with BOTH Sun and Moon. //reader doesn't want to be around Sun in fear that the lights randomly go out and they have to deal with Moon OR they see Sun and moon as basically the same person//

Now this obviously devastates Moon, “why don’t they love me too? what did I do wrong? why is everyone so scared of me? why do so many people hate me but not Sun?”

Moon stops doing their actual job at night instead opting to follow the reader around, leaving any animatronic that might of got itself broken somehow alone. they’re too scared to try and talk to them cause they don’t want to get yelled at again or scare them. //fears confrontation with staff cause past or ongoing abuse???//

Sun tries their best to talk to their friend again to no luck, they never come around the daycare as much/at all so Sun is essentially completely alone again all night because he isn’t actually allowed to leave. He //probably// blames Moon for the whole situation.

I basically have the whole story planned out uh- but I’m lazy so do with this idea what you will. <3

Also yes I know I made Moon WAY softer in this but I didn’t think of this in terms of a nsfw- andalsoi’mamoonapologist

//plz message me if you write it or want to hear more of what I personally planned </3//

Tomorrow, Before Yesterday Begins

Summary: Gol D. Roger expected himself to be in the afterlife after his execution. Instead, he found a seven-year-old boy wearing his most precious straw hat.

It was a fine day under the bright sun. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of its brilliant rays. The sea breeze was slowly blowing in his face. The skies were the perfect hue. It was light blue in color. He opened his eyes and stared at the seagulls flopping their wings in the horizon. People were all over the place but he did not mind them. He was just focused in the scenery. After all, it has been years since he was last here.

It was all too good for an execution.

He is going to die today.

He was never afraid of dying. Ever since he started his piracy life, he knew someday he was going to face death. A man should never gave up on his dreams even if it meant his death and he did fulfilled it. The only thing stopping him now, was his disease. He will die a year from now more or less. He was always the showy type of guy. He will surely do it with a bang.

He has been prepared for it for months now. There was no point in turning back. He always liked to live his life without any regrets. But still, he will die with one.

Gol D. Roger, the man who acquired everything. Wealth, fame and power. The man who is now known as the King of the Pirates, was facing his execution. After surrendering himself to the Marines, they decided to do it in this place.

Logue Town. It was his birthplace. The town where he was born and ironically, the place where he will face death.

Nostalgia struck the Pirate King hard. He remembered his childhood here. This place was the last island on East Blue before the Red Line. A lot of ships always docked here for supplies. Let it be merchants, cruises, marines or pirates. He always wanted to talk to people about their adventure. That was what inspired him to be a pirate. The sea just seemed to be a place where he can attain freedom. And he was glad that before he will die, he managed to succeed attaining freedom.

He walked in the plaza. A demeaning silence befell in the crowd. Even in his execution, Roger still carried an air of respect and fear among the people. A lot of people had gathered here for only one thing. To know where he put his treasure.

Among the crowds, Roger saw some familiar faces. Some of his crewmen were here to witnessed him. Most notably for him, two of his apprentices. Shanks and Buggy. He made a promise with them to not cry but it was obviously something that they cannot fulfill. Both of the boys had tears falling from their eyes like waterfalls.

When he was on the top of the platform, one of the guards talked to him.

"Have you got any last words?"

Roger turned to him and grin widely. He showed his handcuffs. "Can you please remove this? It's bothering me."

"I cannot do that!" The guard snapped.

"Why would I run away now?" Roger asked, scoffing.

He continue to walk a few meters before sitting in the center of the platform. It was taking too long.

"Hurry up and finish it." He stated.

The two guards move their spears. Ready to strike him any minute. Murmurs of people were heard. It became louder as seconds passed by. The atmosphere was tense as they stared atop of the platform with wide eyes. This was a historical moment. The death of the Pirate King in front of them. It was not something you experienced twice in your life.

And all of the sudden, the whispers broke. A man brave enough in the crowds started yelling.

"Pirate King! What did you do to your treasure!? It's somewhere in the Grand Line, isn't it? The greatest treasure in the world!"

"Shut up!" The guard barked, angrily below.

The man did not mind him and continued. "The One Piece!"

At that moment, everyone tensed up. It was the reason why most people were here today. Humans are greedy creatures. They always wanted treasures and money. If only that was the case for the treasure Roger left behind.

Laughter started erupting from Roger's mouth. That laugh. It was exactly the same laugh he expressed when he was on Laugh Tale. Too bad though, he did not have the time to tell the story of Joy Boy had left behind on the Poneglyp of the last island.

"My treasure?" Roger started grinning again.

"Shut up!" The guard shouted as he move his spear further closer to him.

"If you want it, I'll let it have for you! Go look for it. I left it all in that place."

The last thing Roger remembered, was the people's shout of excitement.

He started the new Pirate Era.

• • •

"Not fair, Ace! Again!" Luffy whined loudly.

"Tch," Ace rolled his eyes, annoyed by his younger brother's antics. "How many times do I have to explain to you that we only fight one hundred times?"

"Luffy, we need to go now. We still need to find dinner." Sabo said, erasing the scoreboard. A small grin forming in his lips.

"Why're you smiling like that, Sabo?" Luffy asked, tilting his head.

Sabo chuckled. "I beat Ace, of course."

"It won't happen again tomorrow." Ace stated, rolling his eyes. "C'mon you two. It's hard hunting when it's dark."

Luffy and his two older brothers, Ace and Sabo, just finished their training of a hundred fights a day. In the end, Luffy did not win any fights. Which was expected by now. While Sabo on the other hand, won two fights more than Ace.

They started going down a familiar path. And as usual, Ace was in the front. Sabo in the middle. And Luffy in the back. The forest of Mount Colubo. For them, this forest was home. They build their tree house from the tallest tree in here.

It has been months since they shared the sake cup that made them brothers. But for Luffy, it felt like it was just yesterday. He was glad to have them. Ace and Sabo they just kind of removed the loneliness he felt when his grandfather dropped him in the mountains.

"Shihihihi." Luffy laughed loudly. "Being brothers is awesome don't you think?"

Ace turned and looked at his younger brother. "Weirdo, why're you telling us that?"

"Yes it is, Luffy." Sabo laughed, ignoring Ace's comment.

Sabo and Ace started to have a conversation of their own. Luffy just silently followed them in the back. His eyes were glued on the trees. A lot of interesting things were seen in here. Luffy has always been a curious one. He wanted to know things that was not normally seen by him. Good thing for him, Sabo was smart and know how to answer most of his questions.

A small beetle caught the attention of the young rubbery boy. It was in one of the leaf probably five meters away from him. He stopped on his tracks and went over to the beetle. After all, it was not everyday you see an insect that was gold in color. It fascinated Luffy. He went over to the bush were the golden beetle was staying. Suddenly, the beetle started flying away. Luffy blinked a few times before he realized that the beetle was going away. He chased after it. It was an awesome beetle. He was wondering if he could keep it as a pet.

Unbeknownst to his two older brothers, Luffy was not following them anymore.

Luffy kept chasing after the golden beetle. He has never seen a beetle fly so fast. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. Breathing in, he ran faster. Adrenaline filled his body. He wanted that beetle and he will do everything just to get it.

After three minutes of chasing, Luffy was in the beach by then. The beetle finally stopped on a log that was probably brought by the waves. Luffy cannot helped but to grin. He will get the insect now.

Luffy's step was cautious yet fast. He needed to be careful. Beetles was easily started when you try to catch them. Opening his hands widely, he finally caught the beetle in his hands.

"Yes!" Luffy exclaimed in excitement. He started chuckling to himself.

He opened his hands but the beetle was not in there anymore. A deep frown was formed in the young boy's face.

"Huh? Where did Mr. Beetle go?" Luffy tried finding it again.

But suddenly, a loud groan startled him. It belonged to the log. He went over to see what was the source of the noise. Maybe his beetle friend was in there.

Instead of a golden beetle, Luffy found a man lying next to a log.

• • •

Roger expected to be in the afterlife after dying.

When he was younger, a lot of the older folks in town told him stories about death. One of them was the afterlife. It was the place where you will be after dying. The old men in the town would tell Roger that after he die, he will see his loved ones in that place. They were waiting for him. And then there would be a feast. There will be music, dancing, talking, and laughing. They will kiss and hug him as they celebrated his life.

He has been in a lot of places on the Grand Line. Everyone has different point of views about death. Reincarnation, nothingness, Hell or Heaven. But for Roger, the afterlife story was much more better and he was expecting that.

But things do not always go as planned.

His black eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times trying to adjust to blinding light of the bright sun. He groaned loudly. A fierce headache ensued. He tried rubbing his head a few times. It seemed to help him even just a little.

Roger noticed a young boy sitting next to him. His black eyes were wide open as he stared at him. He has a jet black hair. His lower right eye has a scar that was probably got because of a cutting. The most notable thing Roger noticed was a straw hat. He also had one in the past but he gave it to his apprentice.

"Hi!" The boy greeted, quite loudly for Roger.

"Hello..." Roger tried to sit. It was kind of hard since his body was stiff but he manage. After all, it was only proper to sit when you were in the midst of a conversation.

"Hey, Ossan. Have you seen a beetle? It's gold in color and it fly towards you! I tried catching it but when I opened my hands, it just disappeared." The young boy ranted out with so much energy.

"No." Roger replied. "What's so special about the beetle you're talking about?"

"Because it is gold in color duh! You don't usually see a beetle like that!" The boy laughed.

A grin was forming in Roger's face. He already knew that he like this boy. The boy was full of enthusiasm. But still, he was a mystery to him.

"What's your name, lad?"

The boy blinked before grinning. He stood up and raised his hands on the air. The way he speak his next words, it was passionate and determined.

"I am Monkey D. Luffy. The man who is gonna be the next Pirate King!"

A/N: If you want more, just click the link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13623141/1/Tomorrow-Before-Yesterday-Begins

Y o u n g L o v e

Pairing: Tate Langdon X Reader

⚠️ Warnings: none ⚠️

Listen to this song while you read:

You slipped into the cold black sheets that adorned your mattress as you prepared yourself for sleep. It was an autumn night and you were ready to fall asleep listening to the rain patter against the glass of your bedroom window. The red panes cast an eerie glow over everything and made your room illuminated in the color. There was something soft and beautiful about it; something you couldn't put your finger on that made you feel as though you were safe and comfortable. Ironically, you were living in a house full of ghosts.

But they were not bad.

Your head hit the pillow and your eyes met the ceiling. It had only been a month since you've moved into the infamous Murder House, yet you were content. The house may have been old and the people may have been rude, but you found yourself here. And you were grateful.

"Hey."

You felt the bed dip next to you and you moved over to the left side to make room for Tate as you participated in your nightly routine. His hand met your back as your face met his chest, your hands reaching up to play with his hair. This is where you felt the safest. Surrounded by the smell of cigarettes and the cashmere of your boyfriend's sweater. The feeling of a now warm bed and the arms resting delicately over your frame. You wouldn't trade this for the world.

Tate kissed you softly on the head; the rain crashing against your window as the storm's intensity increased. Thunder rolled in and made the quiet house alive with the noise of the sky and the universe above. And amongst it all; you were holding your favorite part of the universe in your arms. His short breaths hitting the top of your head and the sound of his heartbeat resonating through his chest signifying that he was both comfortable and in love.

"Hey. Enjoying the rain?" You softly asked him.

He smiled and let out a short laugh. "Of course I am."

He moved your hair out of your face so that he could look you in the eyes. Tate has done a lot of bad in this world. He wasn't always the sweet and loving person you knew him as today. There was a time when his name brought people fear and pain instead of admiration and peace. You were lucky to know him now; you had gone most of your life thinking that people could never change but here he was. Living proof that people aren't always what they seem.

"I love you so much." He said as his gaze met yours. "And I wouldn't trade you for the world." He planted another kiss to your forehead before smiling down at you once more in his arms. In his mind, that's exactly where you belonged, even though there were times where he didn't believe he deserved to have you there. Times when he was alone and found his thoughts drifting to you as they usually did. Times when he saw you leave the house and remembered that you were very much alive. That you still had things to do and people to meet and experiences to have. He felt so selfish for keeping you to himself sometimes knowing that the house was all he could offer you besides from himself. And it crushed him.

As guilty as he felt, having you here tonight made all of his negative thoughts disperse. What had he been so nervous of? Why had he originally fought against the idea of loving you when he first saw you move in? Why had he tried to avoid every attempt of contact you made? Why did he try to convince you that your feelings for him were invalid because you didn't know the truth? It was only when you did find out and you agreed to continue loving him that he let his walls come crashing down.

You still loved him despite his past and the people he's hurt. You still offered to be here and to hold him on nights like these where the loneliness oftentimes took over. You still wore his sweaters and snuggled with him when he felt anxious. You still danced to Nirvana even though it wasn't your taste in music. You still wanted him. And that was more than he could ever ask for.

"Are you okay?" You asked, reaching up to touch his face.

"I'm absolutely perfect."

Lying there, you both fell asleep holding each other and letting the rain drown out the sound of your hearts beating for young love.