#jelously

pairing: Safi Fyyad x Fem!Reader

jealousy, hurt/comfort, angst

Requests are open

a/n: RIIIGHT, trust if I was in that game I would treat her right.

divider by dividers-are-us

You spotted her before she spotted you — or at least, you thought you did.  

But Safi always noticed first.

She was sitting on the quad steps, hood up, shoulders tight, staring at the ground like it had personally betrayed her. The kind of stillness that didn’t belong on her. Safi was motion. Safi was spark. Safi was the girl who filled silence before it had a chance to settle.

This?  

This was wrong.

You walked over slow, boots scuffing the concrete. “Hey, sugar.”

Her jaw clenched. She didn’t look at you. “Don’t.”

That one word hit harder than a slap.

It threw you off a bit, but you eased down beside her anyway. “Alright. What’s goin’ on with you?”

She laughed — sharp, humorless. “You really wanna know?”

“I wouldn’t be sittin’ here if I didn’t.”

Safi dragged a hand down her face, fingers trembling. “I saw you today.”

“You see me every day.”

“No,” she said, voice cracking. “I saw you laughing with Vinh. And then I saw the way he looked at you. And then I saw the way you looked back.”

You blinked. “Baby, I was being polite.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not,” she snapped, then winced. “Sorry. I just—” She shook her head, curls brushing her cheeks. “I hate how my brain works.”

You softened. “Talk to me.”

She inhaled like she was about to dive underwater. “I kept thinking… what if you like him better? What if you realize you don’t need me? What if I’m just—” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “—just another face you’re kind to.”

Your chest tightened. “Safi…”

She finally looked at you, and damn, it hurt. Her eyes were glassy, distressed, like she’d been fighting a storm alone.

“You don’t get it,” she said, voice shaking. “I notice everything. Every smile you give. Every time someone else gets your attention. Every second you’re not looking at me. And I hate it. I hate how much I care. I hate that it scares me.”

You reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away — but she didn’t relax either.

“You ain’t gotta be scared of me,” you said softly.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I’m scared of losing you.”

“You ain’t losin’ me.”

“You say that now,” she whispered. “But people always leave. Or they want something else. Something better. And I can be anything — literally anything — and it still doesn’t feel like enough.”

There it was.  

The real wound.  

The one she never let anyone see.

You slid closer, thigh to thigh. “Look at me.”

She did — reluctantly, like she was bracing for impact.

“You don’t have to shift into anybody else for me,” you said. “I want *you*. Just you.”

Her breath hitched. “Why?”

“‘Cause you’re the one I choose,” you said simply. “Every damn time.”

Safi blinked fast, like she was trying not to fall apart. “You mean that?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I do.”

She swallowed hard. “Even when I’m… like this?”

“Especially when you’re like this,” you said. “Means you care.”

Safi let out a shaky exhale, shoulders finally dropping. She leaned into you — not dramatically, just enough that you felt her weight, her trust, her fear easing.

“You make me feel insane,” she muttered into your shoulder.

“You make yourself feel insane,” you teased gently. “I’m just here.”

She snorted — a real laugh this time. “You’re an ass.”

“And you’re dramatic,” you shot back. “We balance each other out.”

She nudged you with her knee. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Safi froze — then smiled, small and dangerous and soft all at once. “Don’t tempt me.”

You squeezed her hand. “You don’t gotta be scared I’ll leave.”

She looked at you like she was memorizing your face. “Tell me again.”

You brushed your thumb over her knuckles. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Safi let out a breath that sounded like relief and surrender all tangled together. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.”

And for the first time all day, she let herself lean fully into you — warm, trembling, real — like she finally believed she wasn’t just another face to you.

Tony : Genius, billionaire, playb--

Stephen [time traveling from future] : THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, ADORABLE, AND KINDEST MAN ON EARTH. WATCH YOUR MOUTH, BIG BOY, HE WILL SAVE YOUR ASS IN FUTURE.

Steve : ....

Tony : ....

Stephen : ... and one more thing. HE'S MINE. SO. BACK OFF FROM NOW ON.

This is my first fanfiction on tumblr. Hope you enjoy it summary is basically title. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~