#& I love the continuity cheat of just having them all forget it ever happened twice over

[bastillewolf]

Shinigami Eyes (I)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: When you’re paired up with Corpse as imposters in a game of Among Us, you seem to somehow apprehend each others strategies even though it’s the first time you’ve ever played together. He appreciates a good impostor.

Notes: I know I still have many fics I need to finish, but I just wanted to throw out a quick Corpse one because sad to say I’ve been simping for him too. By the way, this is my interpretation of him and this is just for fun. Also, I haven’t written for second person in a while, so I’m sorry if this sucks.

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Shinigami Eyes - Oneshot

“Hey, I wanted to invite Corpse,” Sean said right as the Among Us theme started playing on your computer.

“Great vooooice,” Grease called out.

“Oh, I haven’t played with him before,” you said. It was true, but you’d heard of his legendary voice before and your viewers had been asking for him. You’d only allow it because No Simp September was over. Chat was already going mad.

“You’ll love him. Unless he murders you, because he’s a great imposter,” Sean replies. “He’s too good,” Felix adds.

After a moment, you heard the familiar noise of someone joining the Discord. “Hello everyone,” a deep rumble greeted. The group all said their welcomes, while you introduced yourself. “Very nice to meet you, Corpse,” you added. You didn’t want to comment on the obvious. He must hear it all the time. But you couldn’t deny it was like silk to your ears.

“Nice to meet you to. You make great vids.” A blush spread across your cheeks, “You shouldn’t say things like that, chat is already jealous.” He chuckled.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

Great, you’re instantly sweating. Thankfully, though, it seems you were lucky enough to have been teamed up with the king of lying himself. Corpse’s name is as bloodred as yours.

You decide to follow him after Toast and Sean, and think about how it was Sean who ironically invited the person who was going to murder him in just a few moments. All four of you were being decontaminated below lab, when Corpse made stepped a tad closer to him. You almost synchronically chopped their heads off, and you squealed in excitement. 2 down, 4 to go. As long as no one would find their bodies for a while, you still had time.

Next thing, you’re out of the South entrance and you’ve split up. You join Sykkuno in electric and just wait on him to do his task. Felix joins you afterwards in the next room. That’s when Toast’s body, and ultimately Sean’s, is reported.

Corpse had run back and self-reported.

“Corpse and I just ran into decontamination and found Sean and Toast,” Rae announced.

You were still muted. “Oh god, he’s playing a dangerous game.”

Sykkuno decided it would be the perfect time to call you out. “You and Felix only joined me a while later and decided to stay. Kinda sus of you.”

“No, she was with me at the beginning. I watched her do a task in office,” your fellow impostor vouched. They’d been right, he’s a damn good liar. He manages to hide any sliver of emotion in that deep baritone.

“I don’t trust Corpse anymore, he does stuff like this all the time when he’s impostor,” Lily noted.

“Stuff like what?” He huffed in amusement.

The group agreed the accusation made was a bit vague, and it had affectively directed the attention away from you and onto Felix. After another round of some serious investigating and threatening you all decided to skip.

“Corpse makes me feel less nervous about being an impostor,” you tell chat, “He seems so chill about it.” You ran down to Weapons, but decided against killing anyone when you found three people doing tasks there. You shoved yourself into the clump of bodies and waited until everyone had finished. Running back up to centre with both Lily and Rae, you felt restless that you would eventually have to kill one of them. You just hoped they wouldn’t take it personally.

Corpse ran past, alone. Your characters didn’t have eyes, but somehow they showed a mutual understanding. He killed Lily, you killed Rae. You sputtered and chortled and followed right on after him down into the venthole. He met you in the bathroom stall. “Cosy,” you joked. Until Grease walked in. “Oh, that’s awkward.” You realized you were still standing suspiciously over the venthole. “Shit.”

You didn’t know where Grease had gone, but your first instinct was to hit the red emergency meeting button in the Office. “Grease was in the bathroom stall hovering over a vent.” You may not have your fellow impostors emotionless tone, but you knew laughing through your accusation usually worked.

“Are you kidding me?! I just saw you and Corpse standing in there doing I don’t know what!” Grease yelled.

“That’s a bold statement. You know I’d never cheat on Sykkuno,” Corpse said. “Wait, what?” the man in question replied. Corpse ignored him.

“Corpse was with me when I found you there. On another note I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people vent at the same time before.” Two truths, technically.

“Alright, I’m voting Grease,” Felix said, “I’m sensing liar voice.”

Sykkuno suspected Grease and you, but promised he’d vote you out after if he was wrong. “We have to vote now,” you reminded them.

Grease was ejected.

You met Corpse again in laboratory, where only Felix was doing a task. No one moved. “Oh no, you may have the honours,” you gracefully called out to an unsuspecting impostor. He seemed to get the message through however, and swiftly killed Felix when the Kill button was set to press again.

Defeat.

 “Oh my god, that was so stressful,” you cried out. Corpse chuckled, “Don’t worry, you did great.”

“Hey, don’t you dare steal him,” Sean threatened, “He’s my impostor mate!” You laughed.

“You murdered me and Lily almost synchronically,” Rae sputtered, to which Sean added, “Oh my god, same here. It was some nasty psychic shit.” “Corpse and I just have the Shinigami eyes,” you explained. You saw Corpse’s name flash in the top left corner, but only heard him exhale in amusement. It was cute.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Oh… my… god.” Has this ever happened before in this game? Either way, no one will suspect both of you to be it again. You imagine he was feeling similarly, as he hadn’t moved from the spawn point yet. “How in the fuck…?” Chat was confused, but seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

You and corpse split up this time. Don’t use the same tactics twice.

You followed Felix and Sykkuno into Office and faked a task. They decided to wait for you, and you kept your eyes on the green bar until it moved. You travelled trough Admin and Decontamination until you met up with Lily in Labs. “Shit,” you murmured, “There’s too many people. I’m gonna look suspicious.”

Corpse showed up. Lily and Sykkuno left. You killed Felix. Toast walked in, and unfortunately at the hands of your teammate, he did become toast.

You ran in a circle around him and hoped it was enough of a hint for him to follow you. He picked up on it and followed you into the bathroom stall. But neither of you vented. You let a smile slip, almost forgetting you had a face cam. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you explained to your viewers in a very non-convincing way this was just a good impostor strategy. They’d do well to learn from it.

The bodies were reported instantly, and you cursed under your breath. Lily was the one who reported it. “So, I found Felix in Labs and there were only two other people in there before me and Sykkuno left.”

“I went down through Decontamination,” you explained, “I lost Corpse back at Labs.”

“I went back North, I passed you on the way there, Lily.”

Lily was sus of you. “What? Why?!” You asked. “Because I didn’t see anyone in Decontamination and there’s no way you could’ve gone through there that quickly. I wasn’t gone that long,” she said.

Well, shit. “Weren’t the lights off? You couldn’t possibly see me in Decontamination. I’m wondering why you walked back into Labs anyway, Lily.”

A series of ‘ooh’s were heard through the Discord call.

“But I was running up that hallway, I didn’t see you come out,” Grease suddenly spoke up.

“Why were you in there, Grease?” Corpse asked, but you knew it was already too late.

“I was running up to do my task in Labs. I didn’t see her come through the doors before the body was reported.”

“I wasn’t out of Decontamination yet,” you ground out. It was of no use, however. More than half of the people left voted you out, including Lily, Grease, Sean and Corpse, since he had an image to maintain as fake crewmember.

HeartEyes was ejected.

You decided, both out of your own interest and for content’s sake, to follow Corpse as a ghost. He seemed to be having the same trouble as you, suddenly being surrounded by a group of people. “That’s rough. He’s gonna have to kill five more people.”

That was when he bravely decided to take action. Sabotage the reactor, follow everyone there, jump into the lump of people trying to fix the problem and kill so no one would know who did it. He self-reported it in the blink of an eye.

The group was indeed confused, to say the least. Grease had died. “Wait, who was the last to come in?” Sean asked. “It was me,” Corpse admitted, “But I did the handprint scan because no one else was doing it. Weren’t you standing there doing that with Lily?” “Yeah, I had to wait because it wasn’t working.”

“What?!” Lily exclaimed, in only a way she could, “I was doing the scan! It was Sean, then!” The two suspects were starting a heavy discussion, whilst your eyes were trained on the red of Corpse’s name.

The group decided to vote out Lily, as she was the one to report the last murder.

“Is he just… Killing the people who voted for me?” you muttered. Shaking your head, you continued, “Nah, it has to be coincidence.”

But then a body was found, and Corpse said he suspected Sean again. Was he actually working down the list? “Is he avenging me? That’s so sweet, no one has ever done that for me before…” Just a video game, you had to remind yourself. It was just a video game you were playing with friends. And a man with a very nice voice who’d just murdered everyone who did you wrong. Just a game, yes.

Turns out, Corpse really knew how to put his voice to use, as Sean was ejected. He managed to kill Sykkuno and Dave after that, and the game was won by the imposters.

“AGAIN?!” Felix yelled, “How did you two get teamed up again?!” “That’s bullshit,” Sean laughed.

You smiled, as Corpse said, “Us Shinigami’s have to stick together.” It made you blush. “Thanks for avenging me, Corpse. That was very sweet of you.” He chuckled, “Any time. I don’t mind killing people when I have a good teammate.”

“Hey! I’m still here too, you know!” Sean yelled upset.

“It was really fun playing with you guys,” you said, stretching your arms. You’d already been streaming for three hours, it was time to go. Everyone said goodbye, but you didn’t hear Corpse. And you wished it hadn’t twisted your stomach in the way it did.

You wished your viewers a nice day, and promised to update them on Twitter when you’d be streaming next. You were done for the day.

Yet, as you’d closed all tabs and were about to close Discord, you got a call. It was private, and it was from Corpse.

“Hey, miss me already?” you jokingly said.

He chuckled quietly. He suddenly seemed a lot shyer now, being extracted from the group. “Nice game.”

“Yeah, you really know how to keep your emotions hidden. I was impressed, to say the least.”

“You were really good, too. I can appreciate a good imposter.”

You bit your lip. “Hm, I hope to see some more of that appreciation in the future. It was rather nice having someone avenge me.”

“I’d do it again any time. Hiding in the toilet was a good strategy, by the way.”

You snorted at that, “Not good enough, it seems. They voted me out.”

“Big mistake. Nobody kills my teammate.”

“Aww, did the Shinigami catch feelings for the human?”

He rumbled, “I thought you weren’t human?”

You didn’t comment on the fact that he’d failed to answer the original suggestion you’d made. “Touché.”

It was quiet for a moment, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line there and made the wrong assumptions about where the conversation was going. You quickly added, “Are you playing again this week?”

“Yeah, Sean said they’d stream again this Thursday.”

“I suppose I’ll see you there, then.”

He hummed. You sensed there was more to it, though. He hadn’t made any indication he wanted to end the call yet. But then he finally said, “I hope we get teamed up again. So you can get your own revenge.”

“I hope so too.”

***

Might do a follow up to this oneshot, if anyone asks for it. Will definitely create more for Corpse, he’s a lot of fun to write.

[escapetodreamworld]

I’ll protect you. Angie x fem!reader

Request: Can you write a one shot where reader saves Angie from the Collins? Requested by anon.

Words 4,259

Warnings: Angst Hurt/Comfort Character's we don’t care about die.

Thank you to the groupchat, we really do share a mind sometimes, you'll know what I'm talking about. There's also i little nod at the end about something we talked about.

A special thank you @arewecoolio who helped me a lot with this story. Thank you for hyping me up when I thought this was going to be a terrible fic, thank for giving me tips to help it run more smoothly. Ily.

You didn't even think twice when your powerful hearing picked up on her cries. You pushed yourself off your knees where you were scrubbing the tile floors, and sprinted as fast as you could through the manor. You finally reached the servants quarters, and didn't bother knocking on her door, barging right in. What you see makes your heartbreak and anger rise and burn in your throat.

Angelique’s curled into a ball sitting on the floor in between her bed and dresser. Tears rolling down her face, as a big bruise forms on her cheek, dried stream of her blood running from her lip down her chin.

You enter her room, closing the door behind you, you take a few steps towards Angelique before stopping. You drop to your knees and crawl the last couple feet towards her, stopping a foot away. Angelique hasn't acknowledged your presents, so you're careful not to touch her, you don't want to scare her.

"Angelique." You say softly, trying to get her attention. She continues to stare ahead, straight through you. "Angie, please, talk to me." You try again, voice cracking. You used your nickname for her, hoping it will snap her out of her trance.

She continues to stare at nothing, after a few moments of silence she speaks, so quiet that someone with normal hearing would have had a hard time understanding it.

"Master Collins caught me staring at Barnabas"

"Is that why you got that bruise? Because you stared at his son." You ask, your voice so low it comes out more as a growl. Angelique nods. "Angie, you can't keep doing this, the man is going to get you killed." You explain, hoping she finally listens to you. She doesn't.

"I just need to get his parents out of the way, then we can be together." She says, completely ignoring what you said. She stands up eruptly, moving through her room, grabbing a spell book from her hiding place. she turns back to you, her bruise and dried blood gone from her face. "Cover for me?" She asks.

You want to say "No way!" Tell her he's not worth it, tell her she's not thinking clearly. But you don't, you just nod your head. She grins and leaves the room, leaving you completely alone. Just like every other time she ditches you for Barnabas. You used to be inseparable, always following each other around, well you followed Angelique around. But there wasn't a day you weren't together. 

At least until Barnabas Collins started showing interest in Angelique, after that, they were always sneaking around, doing things that could get Angie beaten if anyone found out. And you had to just sit there, praying the day they get caught would never come. A small part of yourself, hopes they do get caught, because then Angie would have to stop seeing him, and spend time with you again. You hate that part of yourself.

You admitted to yourself a long time ago that your feelings for Angie went way beyond friendship. Many times you catch yourself watching Angie while she watches Barnabas. Wishing she'd look at you like that. That intense stare, following wherever he goes.

It makes your blood boil knowing he doesn't love her, he only uses her, and Angie is to blind with love to see it. If they ever got caught, nothing would happen to him, he would go about his life like nothing happened, never sparing Angelique another thought.

And his parents, they would see that Angelique disappeared, you'd never see her again. And it would be all his fault, all because he was a man whore. The time that they get caught will come sooner or later. Angelique's right, his parents have to go. It's the only way she'll be safe. You can't wait for Angie to find a way, it could take days, weeks even, and the chances of getting caught are higher every day. You have to help her, you can't stand the thought of never seeing her again.

You sit there, on Angie's floor, trying to think of ways to ensure Angie's safety. There's only one thing that comes to mind, and you hate it, it disgusts you, makes you feel ill, but it's the only way, you'll have to kill them yourself, tonight. during the full moon.

Rising from the floor, you leave to find master Collins and lady Collins. It's getting dark, and the full moon is starting to rise. And every night master and lady Collins take an evening stroll. Everything's coming together perfectly. You would never do what you're about to do, but it's for Angie, you tell yourself. You hide in the trees near the manor, all you have to do is wait. And try not to chicken out.

 The moon finally reaches peak position, you realize with dread. You step further into the shadows, letting the transformation take its hold on you. You've learned not to fight it, it only hurts if you do. After a few moments it's done, your legs and feet are longer and you're covered in hair.

A noise alerts you to two people approaching. the Collins on their walk, You  crouch down to not alert their dog, and wait for them to get closer. Oddly before they can get close enough, a giant seahorse gargoyle falls onto them, killing them. You stand there, shocked before realizing Angelique must have found a way of getting rid of them. You run further into the wood, knowing the sound that statue made will make a servant or two investigate.

By the morning when you transform back into your human form, everyone knows of master and lady Collins passing. On your way to bed you're practically tackled by Angelique, she throws her arms around you. You're surprised but hug her back, when she finally pulls away she drags you into her room. 

"Where were you last night? I came to your room last night to tell you something important but you weren't there." Angelique asks. Worried.

"Oh, I was out again, you know, watching the stars and full moon. I fell asleep out there again." You lie. You're a terrible liar but you know how to distract Angie so she forgets about it. "What did you have to tell me?" You ask quickly when it looked like Angelique was going to comment on your lie.

It works. Angie forgets, she immediately starts grinning. "I did it, I killed them." She whispers, so proud of what she's accomplished.

"I thought you might've had something to do with that accident." You say, even though you knew she had everything to do with it. Her grin gets wider.

"This means Barnabas and I can be together." She says, excitedly. Your heart drops, you forgot why she wanted them gone, so she could continue sleeping with Barnabas. Your heartbreaks, you don't hear what Angie's saying, it all sounds underwater to you. But you do notice that she starts to leave, practically skipping to the door. She turns around to say something else to you before she leaves.

"Oh, and (y/n), maybe don't fall asleep outdoors anymore. There could be werewolves." She says, jokingly. Before smiling and leaving you alone in her room once again. Her joke ringing in your ears, you never told her what you were. You didn't want her to know, the thought of her ever seeing you in that ugly form disgusts you. You feel bad for hiding it, but it's for the best.

Despite two of the Collins dying, everything continues on like normal, do your chores, then do whatever you want as long as you're not in the Collins family's way. Of course, it's only Barnabas now. Which means more freedom, but it comes at a price, that price for you is you never see Angie, and when you do all she does is complain that Barnabas isn't spending time with her. You want to be annoyed, but at least you're seeing her when she's complaining.

That's how it goes for weeks, only seeing her when she complains to you about Barnabas not sleeping with her. You're getting mad about it, all she does is tell you how she threw herself at him again and he just sends her away. But today is different.

She storms into your room while you're reading, she's angry, something about seeing Barnabas with some girl. How they were kissing and confessing their love for each other, you know Barnabas told Angie he didn't love her, you can see how mad Angie is. It makes you angry, but not for the reason she wants.

"Maybe you should just let him be happy, he clearly loves this girl." You snap, you couldn't hold it in anymore. All that anger is finally coming out.

"Excuse me! I tell you he's cheating on me and your suggestion if I let him!" Angelique yells, her anger now focusing on you. You don't care, you're going to say what needs to be said anyways.

"He's not cheating on you! He was never courting you! He was just using you, and you let him!" You yelled, frustrated. Why couldn't she just see that he doesn't love her.

"Whose side are you on?" She asks, angrily. You growl and grit out "yours" "are you sure? Cause it sounds like you don't care about me." She says, and that weakens you. Your shoulders slump, and you try your best to take deep breaths, releasing all your anger.

Once you've calmed down you address her. "I'm sorry Angie, I do care about you. It's just, miss you, i never see you anymore." You say sadly, look down at your hands, hoping she accepts your apology. 

You hear her sigh, and feel her hand on your face, lifting your head up  to look at her. Once you look at her she rubs her thumb over your cheek. You close your eyes, relaxing into her touch. "I am sorry too, you must have felt abandoned. I promise not to do it again. I just need to figure out how to get rid of this whore that's trying to take Barnabas away from me." She says, still rubbing circles in your cheek. 

"I don't know Ang, push her off a cliff." You say, not really thinking about it, still caught up in the feeling and her warm hand on your face. But when she stops drawing patterns in your face, you open your eyes. Angelique has a wicked grin on her face, you've never seen her like this before, it scares you.

"You're a genius, my dear." She says, and you blush at the praise and pet name. But before you can say anything, she's withdrawing her hands and walks away. Once again leaving you. You sit there, staring at the door, you can't believe it happened again. She left you again, after promising. You close your door and cry.

You don't leave your room for two days, And no one checks on you. You know you'll have to leave your room before tonight, you can't risk changing into a werewolf while in the manor. But you stay in bed till you know you can't wait any longer, finally you sneak out, towards the servants staircase. But when you hear people on the stairwell, you quickly decide you don't want to see anyone and get asked questions, so you turn on your heels, heading for the main stairwell. 

You hear a commotion from below, it sounds like a man shouting. You peer over the railing, listening to what was happening. You can't see anyone but you can hear them. 

"You're a wretched woman, you're vile and evil, you killed the woman I love, you cursed me to be this monster, and you have the audacity to try and place your lips upon me!" You hear Barnabas shout, and he finally comes onto view. You're shocked by what you see, Barnabas is paler than you've ever thought possible, his fingernails are longer and sharper, almost like yours when you change. And the most terrifying part about him, he's covered in blood. "What did you do Angie?" You whisper to yourself.

You see Angelique following after him, a frown on her face, she grabs Barnabas's arm, spinning him to look at her. "Don't you see, I did this for us. So we could finally be together." She says, touching his face. Just like she did with you. A growl tries to escape your throat, you clasp your hands over your mouth. You realize in horror that you stayed too long, that the moon has risen. Backing away from the railing you hunch over, transforming, you try to stop it, hold it off just a little longer, but it's too strong.

Suddenly you hear a crash coming from below. Rushing back to the railing you see Angelique crumbled on the floor, on the complete opposite side of the room, from where she stood earlier. Barnabas slowly approaches, glaring down at Angelique, it's clear what happened, Barnabas threw her off of himself.

Barnabas lifts Angie up by her throat, you can see her struggling to breathe. And the next thing you know you're running full speed towards the two of them, slamming into Barnabas. You and him go tumbling to the floor, you hear Angie drop to the floor behind you, coughing and gasping for air.

You and Barnabas get up quickly, he stares at you in shock, you glare back. Your tense, ready to attack, "(y/n)? What has this witch done to you?" Barnabas asks, looking you over, deeply concerned about the state you're in. He reaches out to touch You, you growl and he pulls back. You can hear the coughing subside behind you, then a strained voice. 

"(Y/n)?" Angelique says, shock clear in her voice, despite how rough it was. You send Barnabas another glare before turning to Angelique, dropping to your knees before her. 

"Angie, are you alright?" You ask, carefully reaching to touch the bruising on her neck. You ignore Angie's eyes burning into your face, and focus on searching her for broken bones.

You touch her wrist, feeling for breaks. Angelique clasps her hand around your wrist, not painful, just enough to get your attention. you look at her, and you wish you could look away. "Why didn't you tell me?" her eyes bore into you so intensely, almost searching your very soul for the information she wants.

"I, I didn't want you to see me like this." You say, finally breaking eye contact. Staring at her bruises instead, until the familiar feeling of her hand on your cheek pulls you back in.

"I could have helped you." She says sadly, eyes showing the hurt she feels. You shake your head, pulling her hand away. "No spell can fix me Angie, you know that." You tell her, crying. Saddened by her concern for you. Stepping away from her, you turn back to Barnabas.

Barnabas was still standing there, watching your interaction. You send him another glare as you slowly advance on him. You can see the concern in his eyes, concern for his safety. He starts talking, rambling about what Angie did, how she deserves to burn for her crimes. You strike, your back hand to his face sends him into the wall. You ignore the gasp you hear coming from Angelique. You advance on him again, this time, once he gets back up, the fear in his eyes is gone, replaced with hate and determination.

He charges at you, and you're in a fight of teeth and claws, both trying to rip the other apart. You'll be damned if he's the survivor of the battle, you'll be the one winning this, even if it means Angelique never looks at you again, at least she'll be safe. 

Barnabas throws a nasty punch to your stomach and in your moment of weakness, he grabs you, throwing you across the room. You hit the floor, sliding, you use your claws on the tile to slow you down, the sound is terrible but it stops you from hitting the wall behind you. Your back up, running at Barnabas, he charges you too, you leap up, striking in from the air. The blow causes him to be knocked over. You are on him, hands wrapped under his neck, trying to get it to break. He shoves you off, pushing you away a few feet, you run back towards him, only to get kicked. Thrown into the statue pillar, a sickening crack is heard and you're not sure if it came from you of the statue, too disoriented to tell.

 You struggle to your feet when you hear Barnabas approaching, but he's next to you before you can, lifting you into the air by your throat. You struggle, trying to pry his hands away with your own, kicking him. You know the kicks hurt but he stays strong, choking you out. "I'm sorry about this (y/n)" he says, remorsefully, squeezing tighter. It's become very hard to see, you really just want to close your eyes. You can barely make out the scream coming from somewhere in the room.

"ENOUGH!"

Suddenly you drop to the floor, pain shooting through your knees from the impact, you gasp for air, struggling to inhale any. Your vision slowly comes back, you're able to see Barnabas, floating in mid air struggling to get out of the invisible hold he's in. You continue taking deep breaths, focusing your very limited vision on Barnabas, worried he'll drop at any second.

You flinch when you feel someone touch you, you jerk away from the touch, only to be pulled back into it. The smell of vanilla, and the unmistakable stench of magic hit your nose, you relax into it. Welcoming the touch you've been pulled into. You finally take your eyes off Barnabas, and focus on Angie. Taking in the tears on her cheeks, and the slight quiver of her lip.

"You idiot, you almost got killed, why should you do something so stupid?" Angelique asks, furiously. But you can see the concern all over her face. You smile, sheepishly. "You're welcome." Angie didn't like that answer, not one bit. Glaring at you, her way of saying "Don't joke." You stop smiling, You clear your throat, wincing in pain when you do. Angelique frowns, moving her hand over your throat, barely grazing it, you flinch when you feel it, causing her to pull back slightly.

Angelique carefully moves her hand back towards you, keeping eye contact. You don't flinch when she touches you this time, your neck feels tingly, then the pain in your throat is gone. "Now, tell me why you thought fighting a vampire was a good idea." Angie says, sternly. removing her hand from your throat.

"He hurt you, I couldn't stand by and watch him choke you to death." You explain to her, causing Angie to sigh.  "So you thought you'd kill him. Sweetie, that's not like you." Angie says, running her hand through your messy hair, you wince when she touches a spot on the back of your head, both of you realizing you must have hit it, Angelique starts healing it. "I would do it for you, I would have killed his parents that night if you didn't beat me to it." You say, revealing that information caused Angelique to frown.

"You were going to kill Barnabas's parents for me? Why would you do something like that for me?" Angie asks, her brows scrunching in confusion. "Why are you so willing to hurt people or get hurt for me?" She questioned, and you realize this is the best opportunity to tell her.

"I would do anything for you, I love you." You tell Angelique, looking at every little detail on her face, memorizing it. When you meet her eyes you shiver, she's looking at you the way she does Barnabas, that intense possessive stare, the look you always wished was directed at you. You can help looking at her lips, Angie notices, her lips forming into a smirk.

She uses the hand still holding the back of your head to slowly pull your head towards hers, you're so excited, you're about to kiss the girl you've been dreaming about. But before you can press your lips to hers, you remember something and pull back. It confuses Angelique, but you quickly explain.

"My teeth are a lot sharper in this form, I could hurt you." You tell her, showing her your sharpened teeth. She looks at them and laughs. "I'll be careful." She says, leaning back into. You pull back again. "That's great but I might forget and cut you. Maybe we should wait till the sun rises?" You say, glancing towards the window. Angie pouts but nods, understanding your concern.

"Thank gods, I didn't want to see that disgusting display" you hear Barnabas growl. Angie's and your heads snap up to Barnabas, glaring daggers. You growl back but Angie acts quick, Barnabas is slammed into the ground, the tile shattering upon his impact. He's then thrown into the wall opposite the two of you, and finally he's positioned again in the spot he was hanging from earlier, his unconscious body above you.

Your eyes are brought back to Angie by the always familiar hand on your cheek, you lean against her hand, a content sigh leaving your lips. Angie smiles at you. "I love you." She whispers, kissing your cheek, very close to your lips. You're so happy, but one fear looms over you, along with his body.

"What are you going to do about Barnabas?" You ask Angie, you're deeply worried about her response. Her soft smile turns into a wicked grin, the same one you witnessed after telling her to push that girl off a cliff, it's worries you but gives you hope at the same time.

"I think the town's people would be very interested in knowing about our local vampire." She says, eyes wild. She grins at you then sneers at Barnabas's body.

The plan was simple. Angie tells the town's people about Barnabas, leads the angry mob to the manor, and you stay hidden so no one sees you, and she'll be back to you by sunrise. So far it's went well, they came for Barnabas dragging him out of the house, you've been hiding in Angie's spell room, the one place no one can find, unless Angie wants them to find it. The sun is almost risen, you'll turn back soon, but Angie isn't here yet. You're worried, what if Barnabas told everyone she was a witch and they believed him, what if he broke free and killed her. What if she just doesn't want to come back to you.

You've paced the room for what feels like forever, worrying yourself into a panic. You're about to sneak upstairs to see if there's any sign of Angie when you hear footsteps echo down the stone steps. The latch on the door clicks open and the door swings open, Angie strides in, a smirk plastered on her face. She closes the door behind her with a flick of her wrist. 

"I'm sorry, those idiots wanted to try stoning him first, they didn't realize it would work, finally, they decided to bury him deep in the woods in a chained up coffin." She explains, washing the dirt from her hands in a wash bowl. "I marked the place he was buried, just to make sure we remember and so no one can unearth him." She continues saying.

You've listened silently, just content on watching her. You're so relieved she's back, safe, not one scorch mark on her. She turns around, catching you staring, she smirks and winks at you. You blush at being caught. Angelique stalks towards you, like she's hunting her prey. As she reaches you the sunlight shines through the window, basking the room in a golden color, all you can think about is how beautiful the color makes Angie look. But her grin makes you know she's thinking something very different.

Angie reaches out, grabbing your skirts pulling you closer to her, you gasp at the feeling of her body pressing against yours. Angie leans in to whisper something in your ear. "As cute as you look in the other form, this one's my favorite." She says, then kisses below your ear.

You gasp, both at the feeling of her lips and breathe on your ear and because you forgot what the sunrise meant. You're human again. You pull back so you can see Angie's face, and you can tell she can't hold off anymore. You lean forward, and Angie surges forwards meeting your lips, it doesn't take long for a whimper to leave your lips, but Angie swallows it, pressing further into you.

It's bliss, pure bliss, you've never been happier than in this moment, and you know, it'll feel like this for a very long time to come. You'll do anything to keep Angie happy, and in the following centuries, you do just that. Sure Angie is happy with you, your relationship hasn't lost any if it's intensity or love. But you're in love with a devious little witch, and she thinks it's fun to mess with the Collins family, she even asks you to help sometimes, so when she begs and seduces you into going to bite the Collins kid. You do it.

[fanmoose12]

the final part of the break up fic! (the first part is there, second one is here and the third one is here!)

It's the anniversary of their breakup and Levi is standing at Hange's doorstep.

And this - the fact that he remembers the day when they broke up but can't for the life of him remember when they got together - probably tells a lot about the reasons why their relationship didn't work out.

He doesn't remember the day they've started dating. Doesn't really remember who confessed first and what words were exchanged, but he remembers (how could he ever forget) their first kiss. It was sweet, exhilarating, it was the best thing in his life.

Every kiss with Hange felt like this.

Sometimes he closes his eyes and can almost feel her soft lips on his. Sometimes he wakes up from dream, fruitlessly chasing after her lips.

But his imagination, his dreams they don't compare to the real thing. Not even close.

Their relationship always has been more than a little bit rocky. From an unconventional start that began with "four-eyes, did you really just spill that coffee on me" to the deceptively calm middle that found both of them cuddling on the old, rackety coach he still didn't throw out to the devastating ending which Hange announced by shouting "if you don't care about me, then why bother coming back all the time".

She thought he didn't care, and Levi knew - he knew and hated himself for it - that he didn't show her just how much he had cared.

Hange wore her heart on her sleeve and he used to hide his inside a box behind a dozen locks. And even smart, brilliant Hange couldn't see through it.

And he didn't wish to show her until it was a little too late.

And now he's standing at her doorstep, dressed in his best suit and holding a large bouquet he doesn't really know what to do with in one hand and a giant plushie in another.

He blames the flowers for it, really. He was leaving another stupid corporate party with Erwin, when across the street he saw bright red peonies.

His legs moved without his consent, bringing him closer to that flower stall. His hands that took out the wallet and paid for the flowers refused to listen to him too.

And, while the flowers are a recent purchase and could be blamed on a moment of weakness, the giant pink plushie - something that looks like a horrible mix of bunny and lion - was bought a long time ago.

Three years, to be exact, on the very same evening that Hange broke up with him.

He was in particularly good mood, and when he saw that plushie looking at him with its red, bloodthirsty eyes from outside a shop, his mood became even better.

Hange would love this monstrosity so much, he had thought then.

But then he came home and saw Hange packing her stuff.

If you don't care about me, Levi, then why bother coming back all the time?

He didn't say anything then. He didn't know what. Because nothing - nothing - could be further from the truth.

He cared about Hange, still cares about her and will probably continue to do so until his dying breath.

But how could he say that, how could explain if he was never taught, never shown how to give and receive attention.

As he stood there, watching Hange leave, the damn plushie kept staring at him, as though mocking.

When the door after Hange closed and silence fell over his (theirs) apartment, he grabbed the plushie in his hands. He wanted to gauge his stupid eyes, tear his arms and legs out, rip it into pieces, destroy everything.

But he didn't. Because this plushie - it wasn't his. It was Hange's.

His heart would always be Hange's too.

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And now he's here. Standing at her doorstep, not knowing what he's even doing here. Should he knock on the door? Ask Hange to come in?

She would just laugh in his face, and then kick him out. Or worse - her fiancé is going to kick him out.

Wouldn't that be pathetic?

He thinks of just leaving the gifts there, underneath her door - he wants Hange to have them, maybe, they'll light up that beautiful sparkle in her eyes or even make her smile... It'd be the best thanks Levi could ever get.

He is searching for the best place to drop the gifts, when the front door swings open.

Levi freezes, his heart stopping. He's afraid to look up, he doesn't know what is going to be worse - if it's Moblit standing there, or Hange.

On one hand, Moblit possibly won't kick him out forcefully. The poor sod is so kind and polite, he'd probably even invite Levi over for a cup of tea.

Hange, though... Once Levi saw her deck a man twice her size. What she is going to do to him, Levi is honestly afraid to even predict.

Still, he might be a pathetic loser, who lurks around his ex's apartment, but he's not a coward. He turns to face the door.

And locks gazes with Hange.

He swallows heavily, feeling like he's shrinking under the weight of her glare.

"You've been pacing around for more than ten minutes, Levi."

He was? He didn't even notice.

"What are you doing here?"

Good question. Levi had been asking it himself ever since he turned up here.

"I'm..." he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes darting around nervously. "I just came to congratulate you on your engagement. Here..." he passes Hange the gifts.

She looks over them skeptically. Levi thinks that the ice is ready to break, but then she sighs.

"My engagement party was two weeks ago. And," she looks down, as though in shame. Levi stares at her incredulously. "I'm not engaged anymore."

The plushie drops to the ground. His jaw drops down too, but peonies - Levi holds onto them tightly, Hange doesn't deserve a ruined bouquet.

"What did you just say?" he whispers, not sure if he had misheard.

"God, you're an asshole," Hange mutters, rolling her eyes. She answers him, though, this time she even looks him in the eyes. "We broke off our engagement."

"W-why?"

Did he do something? Did Moblit, that deceptively mild-looking bastard, hurt Hange? Did he cheat on Hange? If he did, then, god help him, Levi would go straight to him and--

His thoughts are interrupted by a strong kick to his shin.

"Stop with the fuming face, Romeo," Hange huffs. "I was the one, who called off the engagement. We-- it just didn't work out. Moblit deserves someone better than me. Someone, who doesn't lie to him and doesn't try to see in him someone he is not."

Levi's pulse speeds up, making him feel dizzy. He curls his fingers tighter around peonies. He can't believe what he's hearing, but he gathers his courage and forces the next words out.

"Who were you trying to see in him?"

He knows the answer is probably going to break him. He can't be that lucky - he doesn't deserve it, but if there is a chance - just smallest chance, he can't waste it.

"You really are one of a kind, Ackerman," Hange glowers angrily. "Don't tell me you don't know who I'm talking about. Or, what, you want to hear me say it? Want to scratch your ego on my behalf?"

"Hange--" he chokes out, looking up at her and showing her the desperation, the pain he felt for all these three years. Hange swallows as she stares back at him. "Please, tell me."

Hange takes a deep, shuddering breath, like she's preparing for a fall, for a dive in so deep she's not sure she'll swim out on the shore.

"It's you, Levi," she whispers. "Damn it, it was always you. I tried so hard to move on from you, but I... I never could."

Her words, her confession turns his insides upside down. It makes him giddy and happy and--

And he wants nothing more than to say something in return, reassure Hange that he feels this way too, that he always felt this way, but-- he was never good with words. And he doesn't want - can't allow himself - to fuck this all up right now.

He never knew - never hoped - that he would get this chance. But he'd be damned but make the most (the best) out of it.

"Hange-- can I," his voice drops, laced with helplessness, "please, can I kiss you?"

Hange gives a small nod, and immediately Levi dives in, crushing his lips against hers. God, it feels good. And Hange's body in his arms, her long fingers in his hair - it feels-- feels divine.

After a long moment of pure bliss, Hange withdraws and, subconsciously, Levi chases after her lips, desperate to get more of her.

"Wait, wait--" she turns her face to the side, and instantly his happiness turns into worry. Didn't she... enjoy it? Didn't she feel the same after all?

"I'm more than happy to continue kissing," she chuckles and he's able to breath again. "But don't you think we need to talk about this? I thought you--"

"I was a fool," Levi admits. "I was young and dumb and didn't know how lucky I was to have you. I didn't get much smarter since then, but I-- I want to try again. I'll try my best to do better. If you allow me."

"And this?" Hange points to flowers and stuffed toy. "This is your better?"

"You don't like it?" he asks, more than a little confused. He was sure Hange would enjoy the gifts...

But if she doesn't, that's alright too. Whatever Hange wants, he'll get her. She just needs to say the word and he'll bring it.

"I can bring you something else..." he almost turns away, but Hange doesn't let him, grabbing his sleeve.

"Oi, give me that, that's mine," Hange huffs and snatches peonies and plushie out of his hands. She presses the toy to her chest, and Levi's own chest warms at the sight. "So what, should I expect more of this?"

"I told you I want to do better..."

Hange scoffs, interrupting him. "Just don't overdo it. I fell in love with the grumpy shorty. I don't want you to become a different person for me."

"I... alright," Levi sighs, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. Now that Hange had taken away the gifts, he doesn't know where to put his hands anymore. He doesn't know where to put himself too. Whatever he was thinking as he drove there (and he wasn't really thinking much), he didn't expect this to happen.

For Hange to confess her love for him... He didn't expect this to happen even in his wildest dreams.

He knows what he wants to do - get Hange into his arms and never let go, and maybe, get more kisses out of her, but he also knows that this won't happen, not right away, at least. He promised to do better, and there is a lot of work waiting for him.

"You can come in, you know," Hange suddenly speaks up, bringing him back to present. "I think my neighbors had enough of this show. We can talk a bit more..." she trails off, playing with her hair. "I just finished cooking spaghetti. It's your favorite, if I remember correctly..."

"With cheese and eggs?"

Hange laughs, and Levi smiles in return. He's so happy, he feels like flying.

Hange laces her fingers with his, and he's ready to combust. "Yes, with cheese and eggs."

"Then it's only fair if I make tea for you afterwards."

"Alright," Hange beckons him inside. "We can watch some movie too, but," she raises her hand - another one, the one that doesn't hold Levi's. "You're going home for the night."

"Okay."

"And," Hange grins, leaning in to steal a kiss. She turns away, before Levi gets his chance to deepen the kiss. "You're taking me dancing this weekend."

"As you wish," Levi murmurs.

With Hange in his arms, he's ready to dance for the rest of his life.

[skei-seems]

Professor Reid (PART 2)

(Click here for PART 1:)  https://skei-seems.tumblr.com/post/642651570175148032/professor-reid

Summary: (con’t) After a steamy interaction with her professor on a school trip and a bad misunderstanding, Y/N tries to make up for her mistake when a new opportunity arises.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (female) reader

Category: Smut [NSFW]

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Swearing

A/N: Thank you for all the love on part 1. Please like/reblog, I would really love to hear your thoughts and feel free to send me requests. Hope you guys like it! :)

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Spencer didn’t know what had caused you to change so suddenly, he wanted to talk but you were so good at avoiding him. He wanted to tell you it was all a mistake, that it never should have happened, but the other part of him wanted, no needed, you in every way.  Prior to the trip he dealt with a bad breakup - his girlfriend cheated on him - and it had pushed him far enough to want your sweetness and innocence more than ever.  If only you would let him talk to you...

      A sharp wind of breath swirled into his lungs when he saw you that evening, you looked breathtaking.  Your hair flowed perfectly around your face, and your body fit so well in your tight clothing, he adored that you always wore sneakers despite the rest of the group’s formal attire.  He just couldn’t avert his eyes from this goddess of a woman.

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      He was looking at you like a meal.  Those melting eyes still sent shivers down your spine. Annoyed, you occupied yourself with your phone while the group waited in line.  The booming music made it difficult to hear yourself think once you were all inside.  The place was modern and extremely crowded, and the music more popular and recent.

      The song playing was not to your taste, though there was something about the loudness sending vibrations through your chest, and the strong amount of perfume and cologne in the air that reverberated into an intense excitement in the pit of your stomach.  Some of the group seated themselves at a table overlooking the crowded dance floor, the rest scattered out to join the dancing bodies or to get drinks. After getting a drink, you took a seat across from Professor Reid. He watched you tentatively through the first bit of the night, and you shifted a little your seat. Those penetrating brown eyes through his blonde curls had the tendency to burn holes in you.

      You bit your lip, an idea had lit up in you. You downed the last of your drink and headed straight into the crowd, and joined their rhythmic movements. Soon, a good looking guy your age started to dance with you. He was cute, you couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t... him. Nevertheless, it was part of your plan. Initiating phase two, you moved closer until you were dancing like you and Spencer had the other night. Your eyes wandered around until they landed on him, he was staring at you, eyes lit with a fire that you could see even from the distance where you were standing. You smirked, and continued moving without breaking eye contact. Suddenly, and without warning, the handsome stranger you were tangling with pushed his tongue down your throat. OK, none of that, you thought to yourself. It had not been part of your plan. Fed up, you pushed the horny man off of you and strode out of the club.

      The fresh air was a relief like no other. Not even halfway through a night at the club, and you had already had enough. You rested against the wall of the building, a spot where there wasn’t a crowd of people waiting in line. Before you could make a move to start walking home, a slim body appeared in front of you.

“What was that about?” Professor Reid’s voice came out as husked, right against your face as he pushed both of his hands on the wall beside your face, trapping you between him and the wall.

Unable to conjure up an explanation in the closed proximity, you gulped and looked into those two orbs of honey. 

You pushed him away, regaining some posture. “What was that about? Really,” you spat out. “What’s you-having-a-girlfriend about?!”

The bit of shouting had caused adrenaline to course through your body, your chest was heaving. He looked taken aback at your accusation.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone changing to a much softer one.

“I heard you on the phone in the cafeteria.”

He slowly took a deep breath. “That was my little sister, really.” 

      The look in his eye told you he wasn’t lying, you didn’t have to be a profiler to see that. For a moment you were dumbstruck, but the professor spoke again before the silence stretched too long.

“I did have a girlfriend,” this information came differently as you previously took it, when it was just an assumption. “I broke up with her not long ago,” he looked away, “she cheated on me.”

      Guilt quickly built up in you, unlike it had before when you thought you would be a wedge in someone else’s relationship. No, this was something new, something mixed with shame. 

“Professor,” you finally said. “I’m... sorry.”

The smart eyes studied you before he shook his golden curls. “You didn’t know. But if you think the other night was a mistake, I get it. It’s fine, we can forget about it.”

Hesitation and guilt kept you from telling him otherwise, your mouth just opened and closed. He pursed his lips, then called a taxi to take you back safely to the hotel. 

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      It had been weeks since the trip, you hadn’t spoken a word to Professor Reid except for a few short answers in class. He seemed back to his old self. You tried, but each time you saw his beautiful golden hair and those god forsaken eyes, and those soft red lips - you could not forget how they had felt on yours - the slick feeling of hunger and lust grew from the pit of your stomach and rose up to your throat.

      You were deep in thought when the door of the classroom swung open and pulled every student’s attention from whatever they had been busying their thoughts with. It was the head of your University, what on earth was she doing here? She searched the class and her eyes landed on you, “Ah, Miss (Y/L/N).”

Trying not to freak out, you hesitantly replied, “Yes, ma’am?”

“Could I borrow a moment of your time after class?”

Wide-eyed, you bobbed your head up and down. “Of course.”

She smiled, then looked at your professor. “Oh, and you as well Doctor Reid, my office.”

      He immediately looked at you, but seemed much less alert than you had. Still, butterflies wove their way through your intestines at your mutual gaze. He broke the eye contact and nodded at the Head Mistress, with that, she left.

      You wanted to communicate with him through telepathy. “Does she know?” Ridiculous, you thought, then cheekily added, “your ass looks good in those pants.” The professor continued with his lecture, you desperately tried to fuse down the blush that had crept up your cheeks and resumed taking notes.

      Not until class was over did you remember the request of the Head Mistress. You didn’t even know where her office was, so you silently followed Doctor Reid. The two of you entered after knocking. She was sitting behind her desk with an eager expression.

“Please, have a seat.”

The two of you lowered onto the leather stools like two naughty school children in a principal’s office. 

“We heard back from the university of your expedition. They said without Y/N, their research project would have been drastically insufficient.”

Professor Reid looked over to you and smiled. “Well I must say, she is one of my best students.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson again. The Head Mistress nodded in approval. “But that’s not why I called this meeting.”

Frozen in your seat, you awaited your fate. Could Spencer hear your heat racing from next to you? Why was he not this nervous?

“I called you in, because I have elected you as your year’s representative to compete against other students across the country in FBI preparation and criminal analogy.”

“Of course,” she continued, “I called Doctor Reid here too as I would like him to be your mentor for the preparation and duration of the program.”

This information was baffling you. “I don’t know what to say, ma’am. I’m, honoured.”

In truth, you were mortified. Hours alone, studying with Professor Reid? You could barely focus in class, but one-on-one? Impossible.

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You were dreading your mentor meetings. The schedule the head mistress had set up for you indicated twice a week, and that was twice too many. Most of them were in the universities library, and some in his classroom. Nervously, you strode through the isles of old books until you found him in the far corner. He looked perfect, like a beam of sunlight, so at home between the rows and piles of books.

“Y/N,” he smiled up at you. It was so easy for him to act normal.

“Hi sir,” you avoided his gaze and sat down.

      Your study session went slowly, and with immense difficulty to concentrate. It was like he was burning you from the other end of the table, unaffected by your presence. Sometimes he would get up and grab a book to show you something, leaning over your shoulder to point out a certain word or image. 

      When it was over, you were so relieved you almost left without saying goodbye. You had started to doubt whether this was going to work at all, until you spoke to your best friend. Her advise was that, if he didn’t let you focus, why should you allow him to focus? You mulled it around for a while, and decided that it was either that, or you’d have to ask for a new mentor. But you knew that would raise question, or worse, hurt his feelings - which you had already done once. 

      From a distance, you could see how utterly childish the idea was, but he had not satisfied your need of him that night back at the hotel. You still craved him, his lips on yours, his hands over your body and him inside of you. You knew some part of him had wanted this too.

So, the next meeting you showed up in the shortest skirt you could find in your closet, and an oversized sweater. What was underneath was a mystery. Professor Reid’s eyebrows climbed his forehead when you entered, he had been reading a book but almost dropped it when he saw your bare legs. A smirk crept up your face, your plan was working.

Sooner or later you knew he would break, or stop you. Of course, he was a profiler, he could see the signs of attraction, nervousness, lust, and whatever else you could possibly feel for him - oblivious to the fact that he had the visible emotional range of a teaspoon. (I hope y’all got that reference) 

“Would you mind fetching the following encyclopaedia for me?” He asked with a layer of honey coating his sexy voice.

You happily obliged and after searching for a while you realised it was on the top most shelf behind him. Perfect. You grabbed a chair and walked over to the section, climbed on top and reached your hand to the book, making sure your skirt hiked up. “This one, sir?” You asked, looking down at him. A low string of swearwords were mumbled from below you. Doctor Reid nodded and quickly looked away from your exposed bottom, occupying himself with tapping his pencil.

Smiling, you seated yourself again and started rolling the back of your pencil between your mouth as he explained something to you. His eyes briefly traveled down to your lips, then back to your eyes. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie with those large, veiny hands of his - your thighs pressed together. He was making you squirm just by existing, literally anything he did turned you on. When he was deep in focus, he pulled his lip between his teeth or raked a hand through his loose curls.

You let him rest for the next twenty minutes, then decided to take things up a notch, test the waters, if you will. You two were sitting side by side, him facing a little toward you, each focused on diagramming statistics from multiple books, when you “accidentally” dropped your pencil between his spread legs. 

“Oops,” you giggled slightly, quickly getting down before he could.

Taking longer than needed to retrieve the fallen pencil and getting down on your hands and knees, you slowly looked up at him from your position. His lips parted slightly, but he didn’t look away. From between his legs you spoke, “I’m so clumsy today,” and batted your lashes with innocence.

“I see that,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up. 

You got back into your seat, he resumed his work. Maybe your plan wasn’t working, he still seemed calm and collected. You sighed, and were ready to call it quits, when you felt a hand on your thigh. 

When you looked over he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were on the book on the table and his other hand was tugging on his collar. His touch was sending tingles straight to your core, and you almost moaned when he started rubbing circles on your inner thigh. Damn it, you thought, he was winning now. You didn’t want him to remove his hand, but you didn’t want him to have the upper hand either. So, you stood up - momentarily earning his gaze on you again - and sat on the edge of the table close to him, your legs dangling against his thigh that was facing you. 

He looked up at you with suspicion. “You aren’t supposed to sit on the tables, you know.”

Your higher ground provided some confidence, you leaned in a little to him and in a whisper voice said, “We aren’t supposed to fuck on them either, how about we break more than one rule today?”

His pupils dilated and he pulled his lip between his teeth again, then abruptly stood up. “My office. Now.” He pulled you behind him as he lead the way.

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By the time you had gotten to Spencer’s office, your nerves had worked themselves up into snakes in your stomach. He was pulling you by your wrist, and slammed the door behind you once you got inside. You were pushed once again by those strong hands against the door, he kissed you. The feeling of his soft mouth on yours sent fireworks off behind your closed eyelids. It was bliss. You wove your hands through his hair, but he suddenly stopped kissing you.

“What makes you think you can talk to me like that, and tease me in a library full of people,” he whispered in a husky voice next to your ear, sending tingles down your back.

You bit your lip, the dominant side had come out again - and this time, you were happy to hand over the role of the upper hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl, but I’m gonna have to punish you for that.” The excitement was building up between your legs at such a fast rate you were afraid it would soak completely through your tiny underwear.

“First” you said, and lowered onto your knees in front of him, “let me try to make it up to you.”

He watched you with his mouth open, and moved his hands to your hair. Smirking, you undid his belt and took him out, he was already hard. You licked up the underside, then swirled your tongue over the tip. This earned a loud moan from the professor, and an even louder one when you took him in completely. He guided the rhythm with his hands in your hair as you bobbed your head along his length, taking in what you couldn’t fit with your hands. You felt him twitch, then he suddenly drew you away and pulled up his pants.

“Enough,” he breathed out heavily, “I still want to fuck you.” His words sent chills down your spine. His hair had fallen into his eyes, his shirt and tie hanging askew - this messy look was your favourite.

You wrapped your hands around his neck as he picked you up and carried you you over to his desk, where he reattached your lips. You weren’t getting enough of him, even though your hands were exploring all the places they’ve been missing, until he grabbed your thigh and pushed his hardness onto your core. Electricity sparked between you two. A moan left your swollen lips, and he took this as a sign to continue rubbing onto you.

“You like feeling me against you?” 

“Ahuh,” your reply came out as a half moan.

He put his mouth next to your ear again, “Wait till you feel what it’s like when I’m inside.”

His lips attacked your neck as he pulled off your sweater, only to discover you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He clicked his tongue, “bad girl.” Shaking his head, he turned you around so you were bent over his desk. A hard hand landed on your behind. Instead of moaning, you inhaled sharply. “That’s it, not too loud.” He approved, and trailed his fingers up between your unclothed thighs.

You felt a little nervous like this, of course you had been fucked before, but never like this. But you wanted, and needed him so badly. “Sir,” you pleaded.

He chuckled, and rubbed you through your underwear, causing you to close your thighs around his hand. In disapproval, he separated your feet again and pulled off your underwear completely. You were left only in your skirt.

“We’ll leave this on,” he huffed, stroking the waistband softly.

The anticipation was too much. He snaked both of his hands around your waist and pulled you closer into a standing position. Now, his lips sloppily kissed into the crook of your neck as his hand moved down your stomach. A gasp left your mouth when his hand reached down there, slowly rubbing your sensitive part. Your body was squirming against his hand, and his free one came up to your throat. 

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed against your cheek.

“I-” you moaned again when his finger started rubbing faster, “-I want you inside of me!”

He smiled, “That’s what I like to hear.”

His fingers left your soaking area, causing you to moan at the loss of contact. You heard him fumbling with his pants again, then felt his bare harness stroke against you, which produced another moan. He bent you over his desk again, and without warning, slammed into you. Adjusting to his size was difficult, but when he gradually started pumping in and out it gave some relief. Your breathing was now coming out as loud sighs every time he dragged back into you, steadying himself by holding your right hip by hand and using the other to hold onto the desk.

“Faster,” you pleaded.

He swore and started pounding harder, in and out. Moans filled the air of his office. The fast rhythm was now building into a climax, you were getting closer with each thrust. You knew by the sounds coming from him that he was close too. “More,” you almost yelled. He obliged and thrusted until you were hitting the desk each time he pound into you. Pressure started to build up in your legs, you were so close. He grunted and continued slamming into you, every thrust feeling harder and deeper than the last. You moaned loudly as you reached your climax, the warmth causing him to reach his own. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out. You shakily sat down, out of breath and satisfied beyond what you had ever imagined possible. 

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and kissed you once again after pulling on his pants.

Professor Reid looked at you with the same intrigue that made you need all this in the first place, and for the rest of the mentoring, this continued.

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A/N: I will be writing more Spencer Reid x reader, please send me requests (I will also write for characters from other shows/movies/books).

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Alistair & Celia Headcanon Collection

Some Amell x Alistair (largely fluff) headcanons! Includes some from Origins, Warden time at Amaranthine and the Inquisition-era. Some of these I have had since my first playthrough, but others I may have read elsewhere, loved and thusly absorbed so please let me know if I can link anyone!

Origins

The first time they meet at Ostagar, Celia thinks Alistair is the most fascinating person she has ever encountered because no one in the Circle had a particularly boisterous sense of humour. Alistair is oblivious to her heart eyes, and also holds back because he’s worried she won’t survive the Joining.

Even after the Joining, Alistair tries very hard not to ~feel feelings~ despite the clear signals Celia is hurling at him because he assumes she won’t like him once she gets to know him more/she will get bored of him/ she will leave like everyone else i.e. the boy is hecking damaged.

Celia laughs obnoxiously hard at all Alistair’s jokes because a) she finds them unexpected, and b) because, like a dork, she wants to prove she gets the punch line. Alistair is perplexed by her reactions at first, and cautiously wonders if she is mocking him. Once he realises she is genuinely amused, it bolsters his ego significantly. 

Celia has no concept of personal space and sits and walks very close to everyone. There wasn’t a lot of room at the Circle so she forgets she can spread out. Morrigan makes it clear she needs to back off (Celia doesn’t need telling twice) but Alistair is more relaxed and gets used to it quickly after the confusion of the first night when she blithely sets up her bedroll right next to his. Alistair assumes she is a bit scared of sleeping in the forest but really she is just accustomed to the need to cram as many apprentice bunks into a room as possible.

In a way, Alistair is also used to sharing small spaces (Chantry and Wardens) so it doesn’t bother him at all when Celia chooses to sit pressed against his side, walks so their arms bump together, or unconsciously brushes an eyelash from his cheek. He quickly grows to like her overfamiliarity (for some reason…).

Similarly, Alistair eats Celia’s leftover food if she can’t finish it or doesn’t like it, even before they’re a couple. She just offers one day and after that it becomes a given. The others side-eye them but they are happily oblivious.   

Celia gets in trouble from the rest of the party for getting distracted yelling encouragement and cheering Alistair during combat. In turn, Alistair gets in trouble for turning around mid-battle to thank her when she buffs or heals him. Morrigan advises that if they are both so determined to get killed, she is more than happy to assist with hastening the process.

Celia’s mabari, Trevor, is quickly accepting of Alistair and his proximity to Celia because he observes Alistair protecting Celia in battle and thusly deems him to be a ‘good dog’ and considers that they are equals in the pack.

Alistair and Celia vandalise each other’s wanted posters whenever they come across them. It gets competitive.

Celia doesn’t really want to be in charge of saving the world but has three things working in her favour: 1) she absolutely hates letting people down 2) has an intense need to finish what she starts 3) she is in possession of a bossy streak.

That said she spends the entire Blight screaming internally to an extent not even Alistair fully grasps.

They go to the Circle Tower first, because Celia thinks she will have the best chance of getting help from people she knows and is also ‘homesick’ in the sense that she is very glad to be free of the place, but stressed enough with everything going on to crave something familiar even if she resents it. The events there devastate her. Along with the loss of friends and mentors she has known since childhood, being trapped by herself in the fade particularly terrifies her as she has never truly been alone for so long before in her life. It reminds her of the Harowing which totally blindsided her. She is very teary, untalkative and introspective for some time afterwards, but both Trevor and Alistair have the correct instinct to stay close without trying to interact with her which she finds incredibly comforting.

Accustomed to making potions, Celia will not under any circumstances deviate from a recipe while cooking, whereas Alistair just chucks everything in to use up leftovers and see what happens. Alistair gets meals together super quickly whereas Celia takes forever. A little unfairly, Celia is perceived as the better cook because she produces very consistent meals, while Alistair’s experiments sometimes do work, and sometimes don’t, with people tending to focus on the disasters rather than the successes. Meanwhile Celia is rather: “should I add half a sprig of rosemary? No I mustn’t: it would be far too daring!” so everyone learns to tip their own seasonings into their bowl before even tasting her food.

When they’re travelling and walking for days on end, Alistair and Celia make up a lot of games in the vein of ‘I spy’ and ‘would you rather?’ They can occasionally persuade others to participate though no one enjoys them or gets quite as invested as Celia and Alistair (who are actual children).

A game stops abruptly one day when Celia guilelessly asks if Alistair would rather be Emperor of Orlais or King of Fereldan and he gets extremely defensive and answers, “Neither.” Having no context for this reaction (yet), Celia (a stickler for the rules) pushes him, insisting his answer isn’t allowed and that he’s cheating until Alistair gets grouchy, stomps off and refuses to play anything for days. 

Celia figures he must be overtired, but his unhappy reaction does come back to her later at the Landsmeet and contributes to her already firm resolve not to put him on the throne.

When bored, Alistair also periodically asks Celia to, “Do a trick!” with her magic and she usually obliges with something small and silly which Wynne always scolds them for (but they continue to do anyway).

Celia does not like Eamon one bit and makes it clear from their first meeting. Alistair actually gets a bit annoyed at her because she is polite to 99% of the other people they meet and he can’t understand what her problem is. Celia won’t say because she doesn’t want to drive Alistair away so she remains coldly civil towards Eamon and commences a long, looong process of nudging Alistair towards having the realisation himself that a) Eamon is manipulative, selfish and cruel and b) Alistair deserves better.

Celia wants to collect some of the books they find which is not practical given they are constantly travelling, but Alistair carries as many as he can in his pack and suffers in silence for it, ultimately finding it worth it for her enthusiastic gratitude.

Celia cuts Alistair’s hair and does a very respectable job after weeks of him complaining it’s flopping in his eyes (they used to cut each other’s hair in the Circle). Zevran pretends she did an awful job, gasping in horror at Alistair’s appearance, much to Celia’s ire. Alistair (internally weeping) tries to be brave until he can check his reflection in some plate mail and see it is fine.

Celia is very naïve about how the ‘real world’ works having been at the Circle since she was a child. This is especially evident in Denerim and Alistair has to explain how money works and grab her before she wanders down dicey looking alleyways.

Alistair nearly dissolves into a paroxysm of agony when he points out his favourite type of cheese at the Denerim Markets and (accustomed to the very limited range of bland foods provided at the Circle) Celia innocently asks, “There is more than one type of cheese?” Alistair makes it his mission to educate her. She doesn’t like most of what he feeds her but doesn’t say so to protect his feelings given he seems to take the matter so incredibly personally.

Leliana convinces Celia to sing one evening at the campfire. She’s breathy with a very limited range but manages okay, and Leliana plays and harmonises in support. Watching on with a goofy smile plastered over his face, Alistair comments to the surrounding companions about how talented she is and they’re like “…she’s really not mate.”

When they both wake up from a blightmare (or Celia has one and wakes Alistair with her flailing) they sneak about and eat anything they can find then sit up and have massive deep & meaningfuls (i.e. in the spirit of going for a long drive with a friend or being in the garden with someone outside a party and spilling your guts). Eventually they start blaming the depleted food stores on Leliana’s nug, Schmooples, much to Leliana’s displeasure.

Given Celia usually responds so well to his jokes, Alistair gets a bit peeved when Celia starts replying to some of his more severely self-deprecating humour with an unamused, “No you’re not,” or, “That’s not true.” He defensively argues it’s just a joke, but he does stop doing it so much as time goes on.

Celia is SO excited when Alistair gives her the rose. She never in her life thought she would be the recipient of a proper ~romantic gesture~…however she accidentally sits on the rose about five minutes after she gets it. Celia is devastated. There is a lot of panic and tears and she keeps one petal pressed in a book but has to unceremoniously ditch the rest in secret.

Celia doesn’t tell Alistair about this until years later and she’s terrified he’ll be hurt but he just laughs because he was so worried he was going to be the one to squash it and then she destroyed it basically the minute she got it. Alistair acknowledges it was an impractical gift given their situation. Celia gets mad and says it was a PERFECT gift and is annoyed at how funny he finds it given this has been a crushing, guilty secret hanging over her for years.

Following this, every time Alistair gives her any kind of gift, he can’t help but throw in a ‘Don’t sit on it!” and cracks himself up, especially when Celia gets grumpy about it and accuses him of spoiling the moment. It happens so often that when Alistair chooses a horse for her and plans to teach her to ride, Celia manages to cut him off with, “Yes, I know Alistair: I can sit on this one,” and steals his thunder.

Alistair periodically says Celia’s name just to check if she’ll answer, especially after a long period of quiet or to see if she’s awake à la screaming in the chantry because it’s so silent. When she responds he says, “Nothing” or “Never mind” but he finds it vaguely comforting just to hear her reply and it’s a habit he never loses, even when they have been together for years and he is much less isolated generally. Alistair doesn’t realise he’s doing it, and it never happens frequently enough for Celia to notice: she just assumes he has lost his train of thought.

They sometimes conspire to purposely fall to the back of the group while on the road so that they can hold hands. Everyone knows full well what they are doing, but Alistair and Celia think they are being incredibly ~sneaky~.

The first time they sleep together they laugh. A lot. Before, during and after.

Alistair snores loudly but only when he’s on his back. Celia is used to the noise of people sleeping around her at the Circle so it doesn’t bother her and she doesn’t want to disturb him because she knows he needs the rest.

When they are known to be sharing a tent however, their companions will slap on the walls of it and demand she kick him until he stops snoring. Celia will relent and gently prod and nudge Alistair until he rolls over with a bit of sleepy grumbling.

I think everyone has this headcanon to the point it is basically actual canon HOWEVER I am legally obligated to include it: Alistair is a professional body heat distributor and Celia drastically cuts down on the number of blankets she uses once they are sleeping together. If she stands in front of him on cold days, he understands the non-verbal signal and will automatically wrap her in his cloak.

Also might as well be canon: Alistair likes to be the little spoon. He doesn’t say, but Celia knows.

Decidedly not a fluff one (you can skip to Amaranthine to avoid) but the ritual with Morrigan fairly significantly messes Alistair up (both the act itself and his consideration of the repercussions i.e. Kieran). He’s jubilant and relieved at their victory over the Archdemon, but in the background struggles to process and there is some fallout once the victory celebrations lull and he has time to fully register what happened. Alistair grapples with a lot of guilt, disgust and confusion. He doesn’t know how to express it or where to direct his emotions so it mainly manifests as self-loathing. He wants to talk to Celia about it but can’t articulate his feelings which makes him feel worse.

Celia tries to comfort him, but he needs space on and off for a long while after and she gives him it. She feels a lot of guilt too, and never stops wondering how much it was actually his choice to do the ritual, worrying that she made him feel like he had to do it. Eventually they discuss it openly and honestly, which eases both of their minds somewhat, but it takes a long time to get to a point where they can talk on the subject. Meeting Kieran at Skyhold also helps Alistair down the line, though it’s obviously painful.

Amaranthine & Inquisition

Alistair keeps an eye out for people struggling, especially new recruits who are having trouble fitting in. He takes them under his wing and is very good at building people up and making sure everyone is included. He’ll just start enthusiastically greeting people like they are his best friend and squeezing himself onto the bench next to them at meals until everyone else follows suit.

For recruits that don’t respond well to his ‘mother hen’ type attention, Celia is good at assigning tasks that specifically highlight their strengths and builds their confidence/sense of purpose which also gains them the respect of their peers.

Alistair has been known to stand behind Celia while she is giving mundane orders/making speeches and pull faces or impersonate her, turning stony and impassive when she spins around accusingly because people are laughing.  

But if anyone else talks smack about her he gets very, “Sorry mate, just to clarify was that comment directed at my wife, your Commander, the hERO OF FERELDAN, VANQUISHER OF AN ARCHDEMON!? That’s lucky, I didn’t THINK IT LIKELY. Because that wouldn’t be WISE, would it now?” etc. with some loud, fake laughter and firm backslapping for the worst offenders.

The plan for them to part ways so that Celia can search for a cure goes very badly, especially because Celia (under a lot of stress and not coping™) eventually devolves into, “I’m in charge and I say so,” which is a big betrayal of their agreements both to stay together, and make decisions together on equal footing. She realises this and takes it back but Alistair is demoralised and gives in with a bit of petty, sarcastic reverence e.g. saluting and, “Whatever you say boss, don’t know why I dared to utter an opinion how foolish of me...” so they still part on slightly strained terms, even after later mutually apologising and trying to make the most of their time together before they go.

Both regret the argument during their separation and write horribly soppy letters to each other, but something still feels uncomfortably unresolved until they are together again. They pine. So much. It’s disgusting and cliched. There is considerable sighing and staring at the moon or deep into tankards, very much to the ire of those around them. Alistair can be particularly annoying: “This roll reminds me of my wife...she eats bread sometimes...”

After Celia sends the letter to the Inquisitor, she writes to Leliana directly along the lines of, “I know it was incredibly subtle but I wanted to check: did they get the message? That I will destroy them if Alistair gets hurt?” and Leliana replies in the vein of, “Hon, it wasn’t even remotely subtle ffs…”

When reunited, though ecstatic and nearly delirious with joy and relief, it takes a while to rebuild the trust they once had, especially for Alistair. There’s an unfamiliar awkwardness that flares up unexpectedly, but it doesn’t last and they’re both fully committed to each other and to staying together permanently this time.

Celia and Alistair have a conversation recapping everything that happened while they were apart in which Celia is all, “Poor Hawke. Honestly I’m shocked you didn’t do something obscenely idiotic like try and sacrifice yourself thank the Maker for that…” and Alistair is there, nervously sweating, looking for an exit, loosening his collar etc.

As they settle back into their old routines Alistair will occasionally blurt out things like, “I really like having breakfast with you,” and then berate himself internally for how trite that sounds but Celia replies on cue, “I love waking up next to you and the way you groan when you stretch your back out and the way you check your hair twice before you leave the room and the way you complain if I don’t eat my crusts and the way you still hold my hand when we’re walking...” and basically they’re just blissfully happy being comfortably domestic and even as they get older they are forever just teenagers in love.

The Wardens at Amaranthine acquire/receive a griffon egg and the hatchling imprints on Alistair and decides he is their mother. It can’t cope with separation, crying constantly if Alistair goes out of sight, and won’t let anyone else feed or handle it so Alistair carries them in a sling 24/7. He gets to give orders and run training sessions with the tiny griffon occasionally poking its head out just to glare at everyone.

Whenever the baby griffon squeaks, Alistair automatically replies, “Well said,” or “Excellent point, Ser Beaksly” with a totally straight face.

For the first few months, Celia gets nipped or scratched if she approaches Alistair unless he wraps the griffon up. It so badly wants to fight her. Celia is permitted to sleep in her own bed, as long as the griffon sleeps curled on Alistair’s chest and Celia doesn't try anything outrageous like touching her husband even fleetingly. It gets a little frustrating as the months drag on, but the image of Alistair with the sling over his armour, or with the griffon snuggling possessively around his neck staring daggers at everyone, is so entertaining that Celia can’t get truly annoyed about it. As the griffon gets older it does learn to tolerate other people and becomes more independent but remains very protective of Alistair and favours him above all others. Insert the ‘Ah yes. Me. My husband. And his thousand pound murder-bird-cat child’ meme here.

Modern AU Bonus Round

They share headphones while commuting.

They occasionally end up wearing sort of matching outfits, mostly unintentionally.

They consistently refer to their dog, Trevor, as their son to the point that people who aren’t familiar with them assume that they actually have a child.

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“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” part 2 | Nanami Kento x fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Moving to your dream home had been more difficult than you had expected. Everything seems so be going well, until you get a surprise guest.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: nsfw, fingering, rough kissing, penetration, shower sex

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: part two is here! hope you guys enjoy it, I know I did while writing it haha and as always it's not proofread so please show mercy.

♡ ♡ ♡ part one here:  “You don’t know how to beg, darling.”

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“It’s not too big but it’s not too small, and property is selling like crazy in this neighborhood, so I think you’re making a great investment!”

The real estate agent pulled in front of a modest looking house and offered you a hopeful grin. It had been almost a month since you were house hunting and nothing really fit with what you were looking for. Your dream home was proving to be quite an impossible task – either the property was good but it was too far from the beach, or the property was right on the beach but the house was a disaster. The ones that hurt the most? The houses that were just right but they were over budget.

“I don’t know, I’m not impressed.”

With pursed lips, you stepped out of the car and looked at the exterior wall of the house that clearly needed some good repairs. As you followed the agent through the metal gate and into the front garden, you had to admit that it at least had some nice flower arrangements and sturdy trees offered a pleasant shade.

“It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small study, a large kitchen equipped with all the newest gadgets, a garage and quite a cozy living room.”

As you stepped inside you had to admit that it looked much better that what the exterior had promised. The rooms were spacious enough, the main bedroom having a nice view of the beach and the kitchen was indeed equipped with everything you’d want a modern kitchen to have.

It might not have been perfect, there was definitely work to be done and the furniture it came with was hideous, but so far it was the best you’ve seen. However, just like you expected, it was over budget.

Sensing your indecisive state, like any good agent would, the young woman pushed you from behind towards the terrace. “Oh, but I haven’t showed you the best part yet!”

You gasped, you just stood there like an idiot and gasped as you stepped out on the terrace and looked straight at the sea in front of you. Forget being near the beach, you were literally on the beach! There was a small wooden trail leading to the golden sand and the blue waves, just a minute walk and you’d be submersed in the cool water.

“Imagine waking up to this every morning and imagine reading a book and drinking a glass of wine as the sun sets.” The devil on your shoulder, that’s what it felt like as she whispered almost seductively in your ear. You were impressed with her skill though - she definitely left the best part for last just to give it that wow factor.

Still, it was a going to drain almost all of your economies and - “The beach in front is private, you own it.”

“Where do I sign?”

The agent gave you a tight hug, more than happy to finally be rid of you, and dashed to the car where she happened to have a bottle of champagne prepared for the wonderful occasion. You thought to yourself that she either was so confident in her skills that she will convince you to buy this house, or prepared to get drunk after yet another failed attempt.

You looked back at the incredible blue sea and took a deep breath. It was scary, it was right down terrifying to jump head on into the unknown and with no current financial stability. You still had a regular income from your previous job since your boss pretty much refused to let you go, but you had half of your responsibilities and obviously half the salary. You would be on a tight budget for the next few months, you had to see if the house needed any immediate repairs and you had to redecorate everything inside.

“And when will your husband be joining you?”

You were brought back to the harsh reality by the excited voice of the young woman who was now pouring the cheap champagne in plastic glasses.

“Soon…he still has some things he needs to take care of back home.”

Your heart began to tighten in your chest as your thumb gently rubbed the golden ring on your index finger. You were so used to wearing it that you simply put it on every morning like routine. When asked, you told everyone that you were still married because you felt you would be safer that way and because, technically, you still were.

After your last exchange of messages Nanami had not contacted you once. He didn’t sign the divorce papers and you were starting to think that hiring a lawyer just seemed inevitable at this point. You had been so caught up with the moving and the house hunting that you just pushed it in the back of your mind like some trivial matter that you’ll take care of once you got around.

“Well I’m sure he’s just going to love your new home! Here’s to a happy family!”

You took a sip from the champagne glass, quickly spitting the liquid back before the agent could see you, and looked outside the window. Family…you felt like you were a long way from achieving that, but owning your very own little piece of heaven in Malaysia sure made things easier.

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With a sigh you pulled the phone away from your ear as the whimpers of your boss were now scratching your eardrums. “No, I’m not coming back, we’ve talked about this hundreds of times already. Also, please stop crying.”

“And I’m telling you that you’ve offered them too much for such a small quantity of products. Last year when we made the purchase we offered them 30% less, what made them spike the prices so high this time around?” You poured the fresh coffee in your favorite mug and skillfully avoided stepping on your cat as you moved to place it on a tray.

“The bad economy has affected everyone not just them.” You propped your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you dropped a tablespoon of sugar in the coffee and began to stir. “Tell them that you’re going to offer them 10% more than what we offered last year and only if they increase the batch by 20%.” Your eyes narrowed slightly as you placed a book on the tray and a freshly baked pain au chocolat. “What do you mean what are you going to do with the rest of the products? Sell them to your competitors at double the price. Have I taught you nothing?”

Several minutes later, after somewhat managing to calm down the older man, you strolled down the wooden path to the beach where a large folding chair and a small table were waiting for you. You placed the tray on the table, sat down and took in the wonderful view in front of you. The weather outside was perfect and you decided to wear just a light summer dress that was slightly transparent.

You took a sip from your coffee and opened your book, deciding that this was a day for lazing around. It had been more than a month since you’ve finally finished with all the repairs and decorations but it was worth the long wait. Everything looked just perfect now, you had flexible working hours and you even managed to adopt a stray cat.

Yes, everything was perfect, everything was going great.

“Took me forever to find you.”

You looked up from your book and blinked once, blinked twice, and still couldn’t believe what you were seeing. There, hovering above you, stood Nanami with his blond hair and sharp blue eyes, with his sand colored pants and his white shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, the golden band of the wedding ring shinning in the sun.

“What…How…When…” You didn’t even know how to phrase your shock. A part of you was hoping that you were hallucinating.

“It took me forever to convince your mother to talk to me. Then probably just as long to get her to tell me where you were. She’s not really good at remembering small details so she had no idea what your house looked like.” He huffed in annoyance before plopping down on the sand by your side. “Took me awhile to find the house.”

“How did you get in?”

“Strangely enough she remembered perfectly where the spare key was.” Betrayed by my own mother, you thought bitterly.

“Why are you here, Nanami?”

“Not Kento? From what I remember, you’re Nanami too.”

Your face began to burn with anger and sensing that you were on the verge of exploding, he quickly fished out of his pocket a folded paper.

“I’m not here to fight, I just came to give you this.” You took the piece of paper with trembling hands and opened it. The divorce papers, and they were signed. Finally, your marriage was over.

“You could have just mailed them to me.”

“I didn’t come all the way here just to hand you the papers, I also wanted to talk. You owe me that much after pulling that disappearing act.”

Your first intention was to protest, then again maybe listening to him rather than fighting back would make things end quicker. You offered him a little nod to continue.

“I don’t have excuses for cheating on you. No one seduced me, I searched for someone to bend to my will and I found her quickly. I wanted to feel needed…no, I wanted to feel like I was dominating.” His eyes looked down to his hands almost in shame. “You were working so hard, you were so ambitious, it felt like you could truly achieve our dream…while I had so little hope it was possible, it felt like you would leave me behind.”

You listened attentively to every word, trying your best not to let the anger get to you. Just bear with it, let him say whatever will make him feel better and then you won’t have to see him ever again. Although, now that he was in front of you, that thought was turning to be hell.

“I was jealous, I was jealous of the fact that I was no longer your priority. I feared the day you’d realize you didn’t really need me and that you could achieve everything by your own.”

“So you’ve cheated on me and said all those cruel things because you were insecure?” Your eyes became watery as your hands curled in tight fists. “Is this all you had to say? Because I think I’ve heard enough.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused, I’m sorry for not being strong enough to make our dream come true. That day when you left me was also the day I ended my affair. If I could…but I can’t, so I guess that yeah, that’s all I had to say.”

He stood up and gently patted his pants to get rid of the sand before looking at you.

“For all it’s worth, I really like the house and I like the cat and-” His eyes traveled to your chest that was covered by the thin white material of the dress. “-I definitely like this dress.”

Your cheeks turned pink and your arms quickly went to cover the skin that felt so exposed. Taking advantage of your distraction, he reached for your legs and lifted you up, carrying you princess style, and began to walk towards the sea.

“W-What are you doing?”

You were met with silence as Nanami continued his march unbothered by your kicking and screaming.

“Wait! The water is pretty cold!” Despite your protest, he entered the icy blue water, trying his best to hide the little winces every time a small wave hit him.

“Nanami, if you drop me, I swear-”

“I thought you wanted me to let you down.”

“Oh you’ve let me down plenty of times already.”

With a small glare, he retrieved his arm making you fall unceremoniously in the cold water. You let at a shriek and realized in horror that the divorce papers that you were holding were now being washed away by the sea.

“Oh no, how very tragic.” Nanami’s smirk and sarcasm were the last straw, and you plunged yourself at him, knocking him down in the shallow water.

His eyes grew large and tried to fight you as you straddled him and pinned his arms above his head.

“Move.” His voice was low and dangerous but the adrenaline pumping in your veins made you immune.

“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” There were a series of emotions flashing in his eyes, from shock, to anger, to amusement and finally…sadness.

“But if I learn, will you take me back?”

You looked at him and time just seemed to stop. Right here, this moment, this bickering and playing in the water, this half wet half disheveled man, the way he looked at you, your clothes wet and sticking to your skin, sticking to each other…it was perfect.

Your lips crushed on his in a hungry kiss and he eagerly retuned it. With a quick movement, he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted your body along with his. Effortlessly, you thought as you your legs wrapped around his waist and let yourself be carried inside the house.

“Bedroom.” You motioned to the small stairs that ledmk to the first floor and he pretty much jogged towards the room, all the while maneuvering splendidly your excited cat that thought it was time to play.

He closed the door behind you before his hand reached for the back of your head and pulled you in for another deep kiss. You both began to shiver, probably from the excitement of finally touching each other for so long but also because you were wet from head to toe.

“Undress.” He pulled slightly away and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving you.

“You’re pretty monosyllabic today.” You ignored his annoyed expression and focused on removing your dress, but your hands froze on the waistband of your panties.

What were you doing? Was this enough? Was this all it took for you to forgive him and welcome him back with opened arms?

“I’ll help you remove these.” With a quick movement, he pulled down the piece of lingerie and tossed it on the ground where the rest of the clothes were. You didn’t even realize when he had backed you against the wall, but now here you were, trapped like last time, the only difference was that now you were both very much naked.

He was so close to you that your perked nipples were softly brushing against his bare chest. Slowly, he let his hand travel between your thighs and began to rub gently with his thumb. You inhaled deeply and looked down at his cock, hard and swollen and begging for attention. You wrapped your small hand around it and gave it a few gentle strokes, noticing how his brows began to furrow and sweat began to form on his forehead.

He was hard and more than ready to have you against the wall, and as his finger travelled to your folds, he realized you were wet and needy and more than ready to be taken.

Just as you were anticipating his fingers to enter you, he pulled away and took a few steps back. You were left there, the light of the morning sun shining on your naked body and looked at him in a quizzical way.

“Beautiful…you’re just so damn beautiful.” Your face felt red and hot and the lack of his touch made your body shiver.

Noticing your state, Nanami gently took your hand and guided you both to the bathroom, turning on the shower before letting you step inside.

You left out a sigh as the hot water washed over your skin and glanced over your shoulder as Nanami stepped inside as well, one hand resting on the shower tiles while the other rested on your hip.

“Hard and fast.” He whispered in your ear as you felt the tip of his cock probing at your entrance. “Hard and fast and then I promise…I’ll make it slow and good for you.” With that he entered you with a deep thrust and you let your head fall back in a silent scream.

He wasn’t joking when he said hard and fast, his hips were snapping into you at such a pace you were seeing stars. Your hands fell on the wet tiles, trying to hold your body from collapsing. It had been too long for the both of you so you understood the urgency of fucking you so intensely.

His hand travelled to your clit and began to rub it vigorously, making all your body tremble from head to toe. “Oh! K-Kento!”

“So we’re back to Kento now?”

You turned your head to look at him and arched a brow. “Do you want me to call you ‘daddy’?”

He pinched your clit hard and rubbed your left nipple with little mercy. “Would you like to call me that, princess?” His hand left your clit and landed a slap against your ass. “Although, I suggest next time you put a little more effort into it, just to avoid punishment.” He was grinning from head to toe, the damn bastard was enjoying every single second of this teasing.

Your mouth opened in order to argue back but you let out a loud moan as he began to push himself inside of you even deeper. So close, you were so close and he was hitting just that right spot. The warm water was falling on your already hot skin, the slaps that his hips made against your body were making lewd sounds that filled the whole bathroom, everything was foggy and your mouth felt dry.

“Fuck, I’m so close-” You could hear him mumble some other words but you were so far gone at this point that the only thing that you could concentrate on was your inevitable soul shattering climax.

“Oh god, please, please, Kento, I’m almost, I’m-” You let out a scream as you came around his swollen cock, nearly collapsing in the process. With his hand tightly fixated on your hips, Nanami slowed down for a moment, letting you regain some kind of composer before returning to a fast pace. You were so wet, you were squeezing him so tightly, your little moans and whimpers sent vibrations to his lower stomach, making him shiver.

“You’re just so perfect, my love. You’re always just so perfect for me to fuck.” A few more thrusts and his hands gripped with such force at your hips that you were sure he left bruises. You didn’t care at the very least, not when your husband had just let out the most primal growl you ever heard him making and his cock filled your hole with his delicious hot cum.

You both just stood there for a few seconds, your forehead resting on the slightly cool tile while Nanami kissed your shoulders before finally pulling out of you.

“Now that hard and fast is over…when am I getting slow and good?”

“Always so greedy.” He let out a light chuckle before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.” Just like that, he let the words roll out of his mouth with such ease and looked at you with complete adoration.

“I love you too.” You turned around and let your hands gently caress his cheeks, the happiness of being able to say these words again making you feel light as a feather.

“Good, I’ll need you to love me a lot. There will be plenty of other ‘hard and fast’ sessions before this day is over.” And for once, you didn’t open your mouth to argue.

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aaaaaaaa @yukiyuuki‘s tags are so good it makes me want to talk abt what I think this panel means some more,,,,

the panel in question:

Post under the cut!

So when I was in middle school I had this blowout fight with my dad about something stupid and it escalated into yelling. But y’know, yelling back at your parents gets you in even deeper shit, so like... it’s best not to.

We had this cheap set of window blinds at the time that we got from a discount outlet that were “supposed” to look like wood but were really just plastic and tbh you couldn’t fool anyone. So in the middle of this fight I feel like I’m going to explode because I’m trapped in a fight with my dad and he’s yelling at me--instead of yelling back, I turned around and sank my teeth into the blinds like a bite block.

Again: these were made of cheap plastic and it left a very clear indent of my teeth. But the blinds were newish, they were a pain in the ass and took two men with DIY know-how to put them up, and my parents had to be careful with money, so they weren’t replaced for many years after. Any time I walked into the kitchen I would see it, and I would feel (irrationally, mind you) ashamed at my “loss of control.”

That’s what the phone is to Mike.

He’s had it for a very significant portion of the comic, over 40 chapters.

This is Call Waiting, page 2. It was posted in June 2011, just over ten years ago now. This is a very long ways back from the current chapter (Eternal Flame).

Oliver’s commentary on the page notes that Mike’s family is pretty comfortable as, in 2008, an iPhone would have been pretty expensive -- especially for a teenager. Mike was so desperate for the phone that he cashed in his birthday and Christmas presents for it so he could text Sandy.

sidenote: It’s been mentioned, probably by Mod Brambles iirc, that Mike’s lockscreen has never changed. It has always been this picture of Sandy from when they were much younger.

During their fight/breakup, Mike threw it very hard and with very little care across the room, causing the screen to crack. Presumably, like my window blinds, this serves as a permanent physical reminder of what happened that night. The phone is his link to Sandy, and represents nearly the whole of their relationship. Every since getting together, Mike and Sandy have met face-to-face twice, and all other communication has been through letters and phone lines. Mike’s cell phone is representative of them as a couple.

And... it’s about what you’d expect from two teenagers who have nothing in common.

In page 64 of Eternal Flame, Mike looks down at his cracked screen and tells his friend that they’re going to “get rid of distractions.”

As yukiyuuki said in their tags, this doesn’t just mean Francis. It means Lucy, too. Mike intends to continue his relationship with Sandy through the phone (with promised schedules calls and more frequent replies). But every time he unlocks it to text her... he’s going to see these cracks in the screen.

another sidenote: I don’t believe Mike would go out of his way to fix the phone within the confines of the narrative. The phone is expensive and a repair would be as bad--touchscreen electronics, if not insured, can be less costly to just replace instead of fixing. And while Mike gets along with his parents, unlike my relationship with my dad, he still understandably shrinks like a violet when they’re angry at him. also, Vero would have to dedicate writing/art to a scene as such and she has better things to be working on irt the comic it’s gonna be soooo funny if I’m wrong.

anyway.

additionally, there’s plenty of analysis on the way Mike sees cheating/cheaters and @bramblepaws​ put it a lot better than I ever could have, check it out here. the point is that he takes loyalty and commitment very seriously. while it wasn’t technically cheating since she’d dumped him immediately prior, I’m willing to wager that the fact that Mike went out and kissed Lucy as soon as he was cut loose is going to weight very heavily on their relationship for the rest of the time they’re in it, even and especially if it’s only by his own guilt. he absolutely saw this as a hiccup and not a true breakup, since it probably didn’t even last an hour. so not only was Sandy compromising fidelity, (wrt to Bramble’s post: “I really love him”/”you’re so... nice”), so was he.

after all, this wasn’t exactly the same at the other two kisses they’ve shared...

One of these things is NOT like the others, if you catch my meaning.

And while none of these kisses were technically cheating on Sandy or disrespecting his feelings toward her (the first two were before they got back together and the third is, of course, right after their breakup/makeup), Mike has always looked back on them as such because they represent the idea that when Sandy left, Mike fell in love with someone else and therefore he wasn’t “loyal enough,” hence the trauma surrounding being perceived as a cheater by his peers.

yet another sidenote: it occurs to me that these three kisses each have different instigators. the Confrontation one is instigated by Lucy, the Pillow Talk one is instigated by Mike, and while you could argue that Mike instigated in Eternal Flame, the truth is that they both made the decision and came together into that kiss and therefore it was a mutual decision.

so yeah. not only does Mike have another “tally” in his Wasn’t Faithful box, self-imposed and self-inflicted as it is, but Sandy does as well. Sandy’s as-of-currently [checks time] 4:51pm 7/15/21 emotional unfaithfulness (we don’t know how far it goes as the camera’s not on her, but it was unfaithfulness) paired with this third kiss is the coffin for Mike and Sandy that December was for Mike and Lucy (and in a previous post, I described Mike’s behavior toward Lucy in Eternal Flame as the “final nail,” and while we have yet to see Mike and Sandy’s this is a good way to frame the countless parallels between this chapter and December).

Neither of them are going to be able to forget about it. they’re attached to the point that I would describe their relationship as nearly codependent, and absolutely toxic... but it’s no longer a genuine relationship either of them are taking genuine pleasure in. they’ve each has encounters where they’ve experienced pretty explosive chemistry with other people, but they’ve been together since they were kids and for fear of hurting each other and in the unknown variables of new relationships, they’ve decided to stay together.

(please wear safety goggles in the fireworks lab, folks.)

but again, they won’t forget what happened here, and it’s going to have ramifications for how they move forward. the only thing they’ve done by getting back together is delayed the inevitable and gotten other people hurt in the crossfires.

and that’s what the crack in that panel means.

[todourouki]

Misery Business | K. Bakugou

a one shot

✰ SUMMARY the one where you didn’t mean to take the hothead away from his girlfriend, but you did anyway. It was nothing personal, you just knew that Bakugou Katsuki deserved way better than what he was settling for.

PAIRING Taken/Pro-Hero!Bakugou & Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT 4.6K

WARNINGS explicit language, mentions of cheating, cheating lol, suggestive language, angst, and some fluff at the end bc I cannot end my fics in a bad way I am weak sorry!

You were not a home wrecker.

At least, you wouldn’t say that to your own face.

You knew that the crush you had on Bakugou was wrong. You know that no matter how it is that you put it, or however strong your feelings are, or even however long you’ve even had feelings— liking a guy in a relationship was a huge no-no.

You weren’t the kind of girl to go around liking a girl’s boyfriend, though. It’s not like your feelings magically appeared out of thin air and now you’re stuck falling inlove with a guy that finds solitude in someone else— no, you aren’t like that.

Your feelings for Bakugou are much more complex, to say the least.

It all started in high school, when just the mere thought of the boy brought butterflies to your stomach with how strong and courageous he was. From his attractive face, to his blunt and explosive personality, you always found yourself admiring him when given the chance.

All of that went to shit when he decided to finally give one of the girls that were always fawning over him a chance during the beginning of your third year attending Yuuei Academy.

It was like you had gotten punched in the face, and now it feels like you’re just purposely getting stabbing in the heart every time you did as much as look at them.

That definitely explains why you’re sulking at your table during a school dance with a scowl on your face so you don’t have to see the happy couple waltz around the cafeteria floor.

All the top Pro-Heroes were assigned to attend the dance as academy alumni in order to ensure the safety of the students (as well as make sure students even decided to show up). You, being one of the top five heroes, were ordered to show up with no complaints.

The song currently playing finally changed from a low-tempo song to a much higher one, and with that, you decided to make that your imaginary queue to take a walk around the school’s building before returning to the large decorated area.

Your heel-clad feet dragged you all the way across the gymnasium, sending kids smiles if they were in your way and simply telling them that you were “getting some fresh air before the real fun starts.”

The doors slammed shut, and the solitude of the hallways engulfed in dark hues reflected against your strained eyes in a way that made you have to physically restrain your hand from harshly rubbing at it in order to make sure your make up stood intact.

The halls reminded you of a younger you (and by younger, you mean two years. you’re only 20 and already have the mind of some old hag) that used to run through these halls with a mini little green skirt and an imagination you wish you could still understand.

They also reminded you of the blond boy inside. Especially the room you stood in front of right now.

Almost as if it was second nature, your body made its way to Class 1-A: the place where it all began, the place where you met your closest friends, and the place where you fell inlove.

Opening the door, the lights turned on to reveal a classroom almost identical to the one you walked into every day four years ago. The desks were positioned the same, the posters remained in the same spot, and even the words on the chalkboard seemed oddly familiar.

The room reeked of new paint and textbook papers, and the only thing you really wanted to smell was the designer perfume clinging helplessly to your body so the odors of a high school class don’t even think twice about sticking to you.

Your body walked towards your old desk, Seat 12, the dress you wore clinging to your body as you pulled the chair out and nostalgically sat down. You were a first year all over again, and the thought made you laugh.

You looked embarrassing your first year— as embarrassing as someone who looks like you now can get. From the hideously overheated hair, to the emo phase you still seemed to sort of be stuck in, the world seemed too easy no matter what bullshit was going on the minute you sat down at that desk.

That explained how you felt now— no matter how much your heart yearned to be in the hands of Bakugou, the minute the cold sturdiness of the chair touched your warm body, all of that disappeared. For once, nothing in the world mattered. More precisely, Bakugou didn’t matter.

“Tch, I knew you’d be in here.” Annnddd there goes that.

Your eyes widened, now staring at a smirking blond wearing a black and white tux instead of the chalkboard you once zoned out on.

His arms were crossed against his muscular chest, and the muscles outlined the button up shirt in a way that should just be downright illegal. His face was gleaming with mischief, slowly walking his way over to the empty desk directly next to yours, taking a seat, and positioning his body in a lazy manner with his legs propped up against the table. Just like before.

“You know, this brings back a lot of shitty memories.” He grunted, stretching his arms behind his head and lolling his head to face you.

You nodded in response, glancing your head up to look at the lights in a way to move the gears in your brain to say something. Literally the same thing you used to do during Midnight’s long, tedious classes.

“Yea, a bunch of ones I’d much rather forget.” You said, looking over at him and watching as his eyes stared directly at the window you always found him staring out of when he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone in class.

“Always hearing your annoying ass mumble and suck your teeth used to really piss me off.” His words were masked with seriousness, trying to hide the playful smirk on his lips you identified much too quickly. With that, a scoff left your lips and you crossed your arms.

“Nobody said anything about the pencil you insisted on tapping for hours straight.” Your jab back made him chuckle, looking back at you with vermillion eyes that made you lose all sense of feelings.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you always forgot what it was like to look at anything before you looked into his eyes. That’s how scary it was— how intimidating it was to be under his presence. His eyes captured you, holding you hostage and probably never letting you go.

“At least we didn’t sit next to each other during our third year,” he began, placing a hand loosely around his tie as he continued to look at you in your eyes, “I don’t think I would have ever focused with the humming you did to the same damn song every day.”

“Yeah, instead of me though, you ended up sitting with your future wife.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID.

It was like word vomit, the snarky tone slipping through your lips as if it was trying its hardest to come off in a jokingly manner, only ending up appearing as sarcastic as possible. It was like the words fell from your tongue quicker than you could punch your own esophagus.

Bakugou stood quiet for a moment, staring at you and knitting his eyebrows together as if deep in thought. Your eyes ended up leading you back to the words Relief Fund written messily against the green chalkboard to save your embarrassment.

You didn’t see the frown itching across Bakugou’s lips.

“We aren’t married, ya know. I don’t know why people decided to start that rumor.” He said, a sigh passing by his lips to quiet his tone as if he was scared his girlfriend was around to hear it.

“Might as well marry her. You’re not really the kind of guy that dates just to date.” Your words struck hesitantly in the room in a timid yet informative voice, and Bakugou watched the board as well so that you were both avoiding each other’s gaze.

“Yeah well I’m not sure, marriage is a big deal.” Bakugou was muttering, and the tone of his voice made you crane your neck over to where he was seated as you stood quiet.

What were you, someone who was basically inlove with him, supposed to say that?

You both stood in silence for a few seconds, the words in your throat itching to escape as the remnants of memories you both had both in class and just together in general filled your vision.

“I always hated this seat because I knew it meant that I would always be the person you would argue with.” You began, closing your eyes and releasing a strained scoff from your glossed lips.

You didn’t know what you were doing, or what you were talking about, but as the moon danced across the pale boy’s face and the music in the cafeteria continued to gently ring through the halls, the only thing you were thinking about doing was speaking more than you ever have.

“Morning after morning, I grew used to your loud voice and extremely hostile—” “HAH? I was NOT—”

You sent him a glare, immediately cutting him off and proceeding your weird speech that just couldn’t let anything go.

“Anyways, morning after morning, I ended up looking forward to the words you decided to call me and yell at me about for the day. It’s like, if it didn’t happen,” your arms moved in an animated way, catching Katsuki’s full attention as he looked on to your rant, “I felt like my day wasn’t really an actual day, ya know?

The one thing you loved appreciated most about Bakugou was his ability to listen. And when you say listen, you mean just listen. His ears were perked up in your direction, shoes turned towards you and eyes watching your movements like a hawk.

“And then—” you gulped, pausing for a second in order to think your words though. It was always now or never to you, the drama giving you a sense of hope against a man like that.

It’s either I bring it up now, or I never get to speak my peace, and I refuse to be one of those people showing up to the wedding yelling ‘I oppose.’

“And then it was here that I realized I was the biggest idiot alive by feeling the way I felt about this one person.” You said, eyes glaring at the wall in front of you blankly as you cowered behind the whisps of your lashes.

Bakugou said nothing, but from the corner of you eye, you could see him staring at the side of your face with an expression you had never really see on him.

“I spent years pining after some dumbass that didn’t even see the genuine interest I had in him.” Your words were like alcohol, and Bakugou was too busy drinking them all in to fully acknowledge what you were talking about.

“I watched him give in to this one girl though,” a lightbulb when off in the boy’s head and for once, he felt like the idiot in the room, “a girl that doesn’t even care for him.”

“Y/N..” Bakugou growled, almost as if he was threatening you and warning you to tread on light waters.

If there was one thing he ever respected about you though, it was that you were never scared of him.

Your eyes snapped towards him, a scowl on your face as you began to feel anger bubbling up in your stomach from the way he tried to shut you up. You were finally speaking your peace and he’s too much of a coward to let you finish?

“You know, I thought the first red flag of her trying to change his attitude was enough. I thought that maybe, just maybe, after her telling him that being number one hero wasn’t really tangible, he’d have some common fucking sense and see what everyone else sees.” Your words were like venom, your eyes not leaving his as you huffed in your seat.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Bakugou’s voice was low and angry, laced with anger as he stared at you just as intensely as you stared at him. Your expression never faltered, and instead, you turned your entire body around in the chair to fully face him with arms across your chest.

“I know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about,” you taunted, your anger only rising in value, “and so the fuck do you, Bakugou.”

“You know she doesn’t give a fuck about you and you know very fucking well she’s only with you because you’re Bakugou Katsuki!”

His name slipping off your tongue brought shivers to his spine as he sat up in his seat and glared at you with the tip of his ears painting themselves a light red hue.

He was angry— not necessarily at you, but at the fact that he was getting called out for something like this. He was getting called out for finally being with a girl and was getting shit for it from someone he saw as a best friend.

“You don’t know shit— you don’t even fucking know her.” His voice began to get louder, the bass in his voice causing your heart to vibrate as you shocked both you and him by slamming a hand against the desk in frustration.

“For God’s sake, Katsuki open your fucking eyes!” You only used his first name when your emotions were high, and that made the man’s hands shake in anger as he watched your outburst.

“She forgot your anniversary! She doesn’t make you your favorite food— fuck she doesn’t even kiss you unless there’s a shitty camera around!” You stood up, stomping your feet and watching as he stood up quickly after you and scowled over at your angry face.

“She doesn’t care enough to remember shit that you don’t like which is why you always end up at stupid shit like this and she doesn’t even care to meet your friends!” Your voice was now loud, the music of the cafeteria being long forgotten as you huffed over at him and slammed a finger into his chest at every syllable you spoke.

“You want to know what I think about her, Bakugou? Bestfriend to bestfriend?” The words bestfriend seethed through your lips like venom as your finger dug itself into the middle of his pecks. He said nothing, waiting for you to continue as his hands balled into fists along his sides.

“I think that you’re such a fucking pussy, you can’t fathom being with someone who doesn’t worship the ground you walk on the way she does.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at his angry expression as you took a step closer to him threateningly.

“I think you hate the fact that I’m right— the fact that she blatantly uses you and doesn’t give a fuck about you, and you hate the fact that I know you so well enough to know that—”

Before the last few letters of the words could slip through your lips, a warm hand slammed against your fingers and snatched it into his grasp as he began to huff in anger. The caramel smell only increased, and you could sense his quirk begin to flare the abnormal heat in his hands up every second.

“You don’t know shit,” he growled, his voice raising as he began to yell at you in your face, “you don’t know shit about me!”

“Are you shitting me?!” You exclaimed, grabbing at the hand that grasped yours with a grip so tight Bakugou had to glance at it quickly before reverting his eyes back to yours.

“I’ve known every little fucking thing about you since we were fifteen!” You yelled, tears threatening to spill down your eyes as the anger inside you finally erupted in a way you couldn’t control.

“Nobody asked you to be so invested in my fucking life anyway!” He retaliated, his voice booming through the room as you stared at him incredulously.

“I was so fucking invested in you because I’m fucking inlove with you, you idiot!”

Your voice silenced the room, the grip he had on your hand tightening as he stared at you with shocked eyes yet the same familiar scowl you were used to. Your expression never faltered the way his eyes did when he heard you, though. You stood your ground.

“It’s so annoying seeing the guy you are inlove with be so unhappy in a relationship because he feels as if he has no one else.” Your voice began to quiet down, a tear slipping down your eye as Bakugou watched you with a slightly softened face.

The hand gripping yours loosened a bit, still gripping it to his chest as he wrapped all his fingers around your bracelet covered wrist.

“It’s so annoying watching you try to force someone else to fall inlove with you, when I’ve been inlove with you for free for years. It hurts watching you try to force yourself to be inlove with a girl you know you don’t want to be with. It just fucking hurts Bakugou, so fucking bad.”

There was a crack in your voice that Bakugou knew all too well from the restless nights you’d spend together, and it didn’t take much for him to engulf your frame into a tight hug as he rested his head against yours. You dived into his chest, the familiar warmth wrapping around you in a way that made a few more tears slip from your eyes. You didn’t make a noise, but he knew that you were hurting.

Neither of you said anything, only holding each other until you removed yourself from him and wiped the tears off your face before he could see the evident streams marking your cheeks. He stared at you silently, as if he was contemplating something.

With timid eyes, he watched you fix the straps of your dress to find something to play with under his gaze. The silence was deafening, and was an unusual characteristic for the boy who always had something to say.

“You know she hates me, that’s why you never bring her around me.” You said, a tone of blankness carrying your voice through the room as your tears dried up and was replaced by the anger haunting your heart once again.

“No she doesn’t, she just feels like we’re too close.” Bakugou retorted, sighing and taking a seat on the chair he once occupied. You followed suit, leaning against the back of your own seat as you faced his body.

“Back in high school, I never told you this, but her and I argued in the bathroom once.” You informed, dryly chuckling as you watched his face contort with confusion.

“I told her that her pretty little face and fucked up manipulation wasn’t going to keep you around in the long run.” You stood quiet after letting him know, gulping some saliva down as you averted your gaze from his body to your painted nails. “Guess I was wrong.”

Bakugou didn’t know what to do. There were many things the man was capable of: he could destroy any villain in his way, was braver than any other fucking half assed hero out there, was smart as fuck, and could manage a relationship as well as being a top pro-hero because that’s just who he was.

What he couldn’t do, though, was fully digest the situation in front of him.

He bit his lip, running a hand across his face in frustration and staring meekly at your face. You couldn’t help but admire his frame as you did before. He was strong, well-built, smelled good, had great posture— there was nothing wrong with him. It was almost surreal.

“We’ve been dating for like two years.” Bakugou’s low voice broke the silence as he stared deep into your now glazed over eyes. You didn’t break the contact, hands rested against each side of the seat as you watched him speak.

“I’ve been dating her for two years and yet...” His words were lost, almost sounding as if he was hesitating the very same way you were earlier. You said nothing though, knowing he would stop expressing himself if you had opened your mouth.

“And yet I can’t help but imagine she was someone else.”

It was like every word he said was the last glass of water, and you drank it up against your skin in a way that brought goosebumps to his. You furrowed your eyebrows, silently signaling for him to continue.

“I never told you this,” he mocked your voice, his scowl still resting against his soft face, “but there was a time where I thought about what it would be like if we were a shitty thing.”

Everyone always assumed Bakugou and you would end up together. Whether it be from watching you both pin are each other relentlessly, to watching you fawn over him, and from just watching your interactions with one another— it almost seemed destined for you two to work out. Keyword: almost.

“Shitty Hair and Dunce-Face tell me all the fucking time that I’m an idiot for choosing this girl over you.” He scoffed, and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tingle at the use of the name ‘this girl’ for his own girlfriend. “It’s not like I wanted to, you were always my first option.”

You stood quiet. The last sentence was lower than the others and sounded way more vulnerable. You couldn’t help but gape at him, repeating it in your brain as if they was the last words you’d ever hear again. You were always my first option.

Maybe it was the buzz you felt from the energy within the room, maybe you were drunk on adrenaline, or maybe you were just being a fucking dumbass, but the way your feet moved you from your seat to the desk he was sitting at was something you just couldn’t stop in time.

Bakugou hasn’t said anything beyond what he just finished as he watched you gently push his body away and hop up onto the desk. Your body was now inches away from his as you watched him shyly. You were always so obnoxiously close to him, so why is it that his stomach was throwing fireballs at his insides now?

“You deserve better, Katsu..” You lowly began, fiddling with the rings on your fingers as you glanced over at his body through your dark eyelashes. “Does she take care of you?”

Your words hit him in the chest and he couldn’t find it within himself to look away from you. He wasn’t sure what it was, or how you were doing it, but he was entranced by your every word and it was scaring the shit out of him. He found himself shaking his head, eyes never leaving yours as the scowl in his face began to soften.

“You’re a strong man, Katsu,” the way his nickname slipped from your lips nearly made him melt, the unfamiliar feelings he was so used to suppressing caused his head to jumble around and process your words, “you need someone who takes care of you the right way.”

You watched him, a hand lifting towards his head and running itself through his soft yet spikey hair. Bakugou always claimed he hated it when you played with his hair since that was something he thought no one was close enough to be able to touch, but he always seemed to lean into you unknowingly.

His chair scooted closer to the table, your legs now in between his lazily opened ones and his body aching to go closer into your touch.

“What are you suggesting?” His dark voice questioned, eyes staring at you as the once softened expression transformed into another of a slowly rising mischievous smirk. You were sure you were breathing earlier, but now? Not so much.

“Are you suggesting that I need someone else to take care of me?” His words hit you hard, your body facing whiplash from all the sudden changes of emotion.

You looked down shyly, trying to find the confidence you once had that was now lost in the gush of your flustered moment, yet Bakugou’s calloused, warm hand then reached up to your chin to perk it up to face his now standing body.

“Are you saying that you should be the one taking care of me?” He asked, staring at your eyes with more intensity than you were fully even prepared for. Your eyes dug into his as the feeling of his hands on your chin caused your brain to short circuit for a moment.

“You said it yourself, I’m a strong man.” You could feel the confidence drip from his words as you bit your left cheek to keep from whimpering at the intensity laced within the empty classroom. “I need someone to take care of me the right way, and I don’t think this girl is doing it Y/N.”

The use of your name caused you to tug your bottom lip between your teeth and blush behind his words. You didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly zipped from your eyes to your mouth, and back to your eyes once again. His body was now towering over your seated one, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world at this moment.

Bakugou was out of it, to say the least. Usually he felt as if he had control over situations like this, but even with towering over your frame and his hand gripping your chin, he felt as if you were in complete control of the situation. He knew that his current girlfriend was probably coming to look for him, and he knew that everything was inevitable and he was simply just prolonging it.

That didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across your neck to grip the back of it and pull your face in towards him.

A kiss was the last thing you were expecting, and you would have gasped if his lips weren’t putting you in such a trance. It was like everything had stopped, time stopped, the dance stopped, everything was just on a hiatus.

His tongue danced against yours in a way that made you whimper lowly into his touch. His hands explored your body, rubbing against you in exasperated motions as you reciprocated by rubbing your hands across his chest, shoulders, and waist. It was like you were both doing the last thing you’d do before the world came to an end.

His lips moved feverishly across your own as tilted your head upwards to get a more comfortable position. A warm yet equally rough hand snaked it’s way back onto your neck and gripped your throat with such possession, you felt a tingle reach your lower half.

The intensity of the make out was one that put every other sound to shame as the room was filled with nothing but the small whimpers coming from either of you and the sound of your lips smacking against his. It was like a dream, and Bakugou couldn’t control himself any longer as he groaned into your touch.

It wasn’t until a gasp broke the seductive silence within the room, as well as pushed the two of you apart only to see his girlfriend staring at the two of you with wide eyes and a fizzy drink in both of her hands., that you realized something.

Shit just got really fucking complicated.

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I wanna have an angsty kiss moment with bakugou

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- heilly

[sweeethinny]

Wildflower - Chapter 1

one more chapter, i'm excited about this story, i hope you like it as much as i do <3

Thank you @startanewdream who read and opined on some things <3

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| L. E |

The room was quiet, everyone paying attention to what the Professor was saying and presenting on the slides, with all those graphs and statistics that made Lily almost sleep with her eyes open. She loved her course, but calculus class wasn't her favorite, it wasn't even in her top three preferences.

Lily would rather have a full day of Environmental Chemistry with Professor Hagrid than one more with Burbage.

"Aren't you going to write down what she's saying?" Severus muttered beside her, making her nearly jump in her chair in fright, her heart racing at being pulled out of the quiet of her mind. "Hey, calm down."

"I already wrote down the important one." Lily shrugged, seeing her representation of the chart in the notebook and her lazy scribble of what the Professor had said.

"I won't lend you my notebook to study," he whispered, a smirk on his lips. Lily rolled her eyes, resting her head on her hand again, no longer listening to Burbage's voice.

Was it so early, why did she like to make students suffer like that?

"I don't need to, thanks." Severus didn't respond, but he kissed her on the cheek and then turned his attention back to class, much more interested than she was.

She still hadn't forgotten about their fight after the party Saturday, and all the embarrassment he put her through, and Lily was still hurting, even though she didn't understand why it hurt so much. He explained to her that he was trying to protect her, and the next day, he took her for brunch at her favorite restaurant, which was near a flower shop where Severus bought her flowers. Her favorites.

He was sorry, and Lily had to stop mulling things over even days after they had happened.

"Excuse me, Professor?" A female voice woke her, looking toward the door where one of the cheerleaders was standing.

The girl was beautiful, Lily had seen her before in the presentations in between games - the few she went to - and in the hallways of college; she had long brown hair and eyes almost the same color, and Lily knew the line of boys wanting her wasn't short.

“Say it, Miss Fortescue,” Burbage said, not looking overly excited at being interrupted. ‘I have no time to waste.’

“It'll be quick, I swear.” The girl walked into the room, wearing her red college sweatshirt and simple jeans, and even so, she looked stunning. Lily was a little jealous of her.

‘Me, and the Hogwarts Cheerleaders team, are passing by to remind you that applications to join the Team begin today. You need to have a minimal knowledge of ice skating, and be able to train three times a week, and twice a month on Saturdays. In addition to keeping in mind that if chosen, you will have to travel with us when necessary, and participate in our activities off the field.'’ She smiled, looking at everyone there waiting for questions or any interruptions, but when no one raised a hand, she continued;

‘’To apply you just need to talk to me, or any other cheerleader, and fill in the form. The tests will start next week, so you have plenty of time to think about whether you want to or not.” She waited a few more seconds, then smiled at the woman. "Thank you so much, Professor, excuse me." And she left.

Side conversations began, even though Burbage was trying to restrain the students, but Lily didn't care too much, wondering whether or not she should take the test. Of course she didn't have a body like the other girls, their waists looked almost unreal, but she could try, right? It looked so much fun the few times she watched it, and Lily had been balletting as a child until her mid-teens, when she started to put on weight and Petunia kept saying she was getting too fat to dance.

She could at least try. Maybe she couldn't get in, there were probably girls who had trained her entire life for it, Lily knew it was a competitive sport that many took very seriously, but… She could try.

Lily skated really well too, another reason she should try, and-

"You'd think she'd at least be embarrassed to appear in public, but no," Severus whispered, making Lily look at him not quite understanding what he was talking about, having once again become lost in her thoughts. "God, Lily, pay attention!"

‘‘Sorry, I was thinking. Who has to have courage?’’

‘‘Alice. That captain of the cheerleaders. She was seen having sex in the car with one of the players late last year… Such a bitch.” Severus rolled his eyes, looking almost offended by what she had done. ‘‘But what to expect, all are.’’

"I wanted to take the test," Lily whispered, feeling a weight drop in her stomach that made all her courage drain away.

'’Why? Do you want to wear those short skirts and show your ass for a bunch of men to see? And still call it dancing? Christ, Lily, have a little respect for yourself.” He turned forward, not seeming to want to hear her answer, but Lily ignored the movement and continued;

‘But… it looks so cool, and maybe I don't even come in and-’

‘Lils, I'm a man, listen to what I tell you, these girls don't dance because they like it, they dance because they want to have a dick to suck at the end of the day and get something in return; sometimes a higher note, or sometimes just the gratification of having sucked that dick. You're not like them, you don't need that.”

| J . P |

"Look who's here, our Geppetto!" Remus said, a wide grin on his face and the glass of orange juice raised to James, who was now bitterly regretting not having changed after his carpentry practice class.

"Dude, shut up." James chuckled, not even wanting to argue about how old this joke was getting and that they should try harder. "I can't believe we're not joking about the fact that Sirius needs to wear a wig in his class."

"We did, but you were late, mate." Remus seemed indifferent to James' attempt to shift his attention to Sirius, drinking all of his juice before looking at him more closely. "Marlene put makeup on you?"

"Yeah, is there a problem?" He put his hand to his jaw, no longer as purple and sore as it had been on Saturday, but still too disgusting an orange color to show everyone on the first day of his sophomore year. James had a bit of self-esteem even though it kept him from doing that. "It was horrible."

"Yeah, it's not pretty now." Peter pulled James' face to the side, wanting to see more detail, and that made the pain in the back of his neck return. "But it's better than before."

"Peter, my head." James pushed him away, touching where the back of his neck ached and trying to ease some of the pain that was still bothering him. The doctor had said it would hurt for a few more days, but James couldn't take the headaches anymore. "That asshole was lucky I was drunk."

"I still don't understand why he punched you," Sirius said, the pink wig still in his hands, trying to untangle the strands. "The girl said you didn't even touch her."

‘’I didn't touch it. Man, I don't even remember her face, I was trying to stay upright and not pass out right there, there were like ten redheads in front of me.’' He sighed, taking a sip of his own juice and denying it, still not believing he had stopped at the hospital because someone thought he was harassing the girl. "Was he her boyfriend?"

"I think so, but she didn't look too happy about what he'd done to you, so I don't know if they're still together," Remus said.

"Was she beautiful?" James didn't remember much of that night, least of all the details of her face, the only thing he could remember was that she was wearing an all-black outfit and had red hair. Everything else was just a blur in his mind.

"Yeah," Peter smiled. ‘’Was she wearing weird clothes? Yeah. I mean, who wears sweats to a party? But, she was beautiful. Don't you have a class with her?” He glanced at Remus, who looked like he was in another world as he watched a table next to theirs, full of girls chatting and laughing, one in particular standing with her back to them.

‘’Moony, if you keep drooling on Amelia like that, I'll punch you in the face. She kicked your ass, bro, part to another, forget about her.'’

"James, have you ever been in love yet?" James took a deep breath, thinking they would go back to that same subject Remus always brought up every time someone said something about his ex. '’Answer me.'’

"This wasn't love, Moony, it was a trap." James said the same thing every other time, but it was like he spoke to a wall when it came to Remus. It was frustrating. "She betrayed you."

“It was a slip.” He repeated as usual.

‘’Remus, slip was when I mistook James' aunt for his grandmother, and congratulated her on her 90th birthday. That was a slip. What did she do to you,” Sirius dropped his wig and looked at their friend, a tired smile on his face. It was the tenth time they had had that conversation. ‘It was low. She cheated on you the second you quarreled with her, without a second thought. Besides,” He held up a hand, preventing Remus from saying anything. "She never told you, you only knew because her friend felt sorry for you."

"She was going to tell me!"

"Let's not discuss this again." Peter interrupted the fight that was likely to ensue, but even if he hadn't, someone else did for them.

A girl stopped at their table, arms back and cheeks already on fire, she looked like she wanted to get inside a hole instead of being there.

"Hm. I’m sorry..er..." Her low voice was barely heard in the din in the cafeteria, but James was at the end of the table and could hear her speaking. It was the girl from the party, he recognized her sweet voice, her red hair was in a bun and she was wearing a sweatshirt today too, this time it wasn't black but dark blue, and James thought it didn't look comfortable because it wasn't that cold and that fabric seemed to be very thick and warm. ‘I came to apologize.’

"Sorry?" James looked at her, now everyone at the table was silently paying attention to her, and her cheeks got even hotter, which he thought was cute. Her green eyes fell on James, and he hated even more that he was wearing that ridiculous protective clothes.

"For what Sev did," She bit her bottom lip, filling her lungs with air and smiling gently afterwards. "I'm sorry he punched you."

'But…'

"You're not the one who should apologize," Sirius said, sitting at the other end, looking almost as shocked as James. The guy couldn't be such a coward, what did he think they were going to do, punch him up in the middle of the cafeteria?

The girl looked uncomfortable with this, but stayed there, stuffing her hands inside her sweatshirt pocket. ‘‘I know, but… He wasn't coming, but I'm going to feel really bad for not apologizing, because it was my fault, I- ''

"It wasn't your fault," James cut her off, pausing before placing a hand on her arm to soothe whatever was making her nervous. Who knows what her crazy boyfriend would do if he saw James touching her. "It's okay, really."

"You ended up in the hospital." She reminded him, not that James needed it, but he shrugged.

‘’Nothing too serious. And I was drunk, and…” He didn't know what to say, so opting to just smile at her. '’Everything is fine. If it makes you better, apologies accepted.”

"Sorry again, really," The girl said, her hand over her heart and a slightly sad smile on her face, seeming to notice the makeup on his jaw. James nodded, still not quite sure what to say or what to do, and she left.

'’Oh, I knew I knew her boyfriend.’' The four of them looked at the redhead walking back to her table, where three other guys dressed in black were, none of them looking at James' table but the boy next to her didn't look the least bit happy with her attitude, putting an arm around her shoulders in an almost possessive way. "She dates that idiot who tried to fight with Frank."

"Does he fight everyone then?" James continued to stare at her table, a bad feeling burning in his chest. He remembered that she looked so happy when he came to ask about his glasses, but then, now it seemed like there was none of that inside her anymore.

"He doesn't fight, he talks and talks, but when the time comes he runs away." Remus smiled humorlessly, pulling James back to look at him. "Don't want the three of them to come at you, just because one of them is a coward doesn't mean the others are too."

"She looked sad." Peter rambled. "Didn't she look like?"

“Dating a guy like that, who's happy?” James ran a hand through his hair, looking once more at the table the redhead had gone to before giving up and settling down on the bench, putting her image out of his mind and refocusing on Remus, who had turned to face Amelia again.

| L. E |

Lily was nervous, as if she was about to commit a horrible crime, her stomach churning and bile burning in her throat every time she focused her vision on that paper.

It was a mistake, a huge mistake, she shouldn't be there, she didn't even know how she got there. Get out of there Lily! She screamed to herself.

“Need help?” A voice startled her, her heart nearly leapt out of her body, and she ended up dropping the form to the floor, her shaking hands not even good enough to hold the paper. ‘Hey, I’m sorry. Everything is fine?'

"Yes, yes." Lily didn't look at the girl, but she knew who she was; Alice. Severus' voice reverberated in her mind, and she remembered Mulciber - Sev's best friend, who, like Avery, lived with them - saying; "You don't want everyone to think you're a bitch too, do you?" when Lily spoke of her willingness to take the test.

She thought they were wrong, she knew they were wrong, but her mind seemed unable to say anything against it at the time, her body paralyzed, just nodding and going back to eating, even though her hunger was gone.

'’Are you going to sign up?'’ Alice didn't seem to notice that Lily was uncomfortable however, because she went behind the now empty cafeteria table and sat on the bench there, looking at Lily in such a welcoming way that she felt guilty for not looking her in the eye. '’It's fun. We train a lot, but we are a family too, and as some girls are already graduating and leaving, we need new members.’’

"Family?" Lily looked at her, confused, blaming her mind that it was having to deal with the guilt of thinking she was a bitch, and the boys' voices telling her about her having sex in the car.

She's free to do whatever she wants, Lily thought, taking a deep breath.

‘’Yes, we take care of each other and make sure no one feels left out. If you need a house, we have room for you. It's just girls, no boys in there.” Alice took a folder from her purse, it was full of other completed forms, but at the bottom, there was a blank paper. She reached for Lily. "If you want it." She shrugged, and Lily saw it was another form, but this time, to rent a room.

"Oh I don't have to, I live with my boyfriend." Lily felt her cheeks flush, her eyes automatically returning to the team's blank form. Did she want this?

"But if you ever need to, we're always getting a spare room, just in case." Alice smiled. ‘’So having problems with the questions? I know there are many, but we need to know a lot before we call someone in. We've had bad experiences with this.’’

“I'm still wondering whether I'm going to try or not.” Why was she being so kind to her? Alice didn't know what everyone was calling her? Didn't she care?

‘’Do it. The most that can happen is that you won't be accepted.’’

"Yeah…I think it is." Lily nodded, swallowing the ball of nervousness that rose in her throat. "My boyfriend doesn't think I should apply." She didn't know why she'd said that, it just slipped off her tongue without going through her brain first, but as usual, Alice didn't seem to mind.

'’Why not? And you're the one training and dancing, so it's up to you to decide whether you want to or not.” She ran a hand through her brushed hair, and Lily noticed there was a silver ring on her finger. She dated the guy she had sex with in the car? Lily didn't know his name. '’Unless you have labyrinthitis… But, we already had a girl with labyrinthitis on the team, she didn't just participate in the spins, so there's nothing really stopping you from joining us.'’

"Yeah, maybe you're right." Lily took another deep breath, her nervousness lessening a little.

'Sit down.'

"What?" She looked up from her paper, Alice still with that welcoming look from before, but now more attentive.

"Sit down, you've been standing a long time." She did, placing her bag beside her and taking the pen firmly in her hand, signing her name at the top of the sheet, then moving on to the other questions.

Alice was quiet, doing something on her cell phone while Lily concentrated, trying not to show how anxious she was getting at such a silly and simple task. It was like her mind was hazy and the questions started to no longer make sense, Sev's voice telling her that Lily didn't need it because she wasn't like the other girls, making her even more nervous.

"Have you done any dancing yet?" Alice asked, but not taking her eyes off her cell phone.

‘’Ballet. As a child.” Lily glanced at her quickly before turning back to the paper, writing her age and course.

‘’I did artistic gymnastics, but I always wanted to do ballet. It's a very beautiful dance.’’

"Yes, it is." Lily took a deep breath, answering about her schedule and whether she was able to travel out of town during game season.

"I learned to skate when I got to college, Marlene taught me."

"She's also a cheerleader, right?" Alice looked at her, a sweet smile on her lips, then nodded.

"Many say you need to be afraid of her, but that's not true, Marlene is melted butter with the people she likes."

"I hope she likes me." Lily went back to ticking the form, and no, she wasn't using any narcotics or prescription drugs.

"She definitely will," Alive said, and she seemed to speak the truth, winking at Lily and then turning her attention back to her cell phone.

[marvel-and-mischief]

Forgive My Sins

I don’t know what this is but I thought of it when I should have been continuing to write my Maxwell fic 👀

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader Words: 2767 Warnings: alcohol, addiction, swearing, sobriety, sobriety being broken, angst, smut, heavy petting, descriptions of what alcohol does to the body (not detailed) Summary: Nathan has broken a promise he made to you

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It wasn’t unusual for the compound to be peacefully quiet. If Nathan was working he would lock himself in the lab or his old bedroom and you would go about your business usually in the living area at the front of the building or in the large kitchen at the back of the building. 

So when you step out of the shower and get dressed and see no sign of your boyfriend, you’ve no reason to worry. It would be one of those days where if you were lucky you might see him at dinner later or if not you’ll be woken up when he slips into bed at an ungodly hour in the morning. 

It’s something you got used to when you were working for him, before you entered into a relationship, and it’s something that won’t change any time soon. You don’t mind, you never felt as though you were being pushed to the side or forgotten about. It was normal, and you made it work. You both did.

What was unusual was spotting Nathan in neither of the places you expect him to be. Sitting on the bench in the room off the side of the house that overlooks the river that passes by, lights off so the trees surrounding the box room kept the light out and created ominous shadows over Nathan’s form. His head was down, resting on his hands as his elbows dug into his knees. 

You’d seen many of Nathan’s darker emotions, angry verbal outbursts (never at you), frustrated smashing of objects onto the wooden patio outside but you’d never seen despair, which is what this looks like. You had never seen him cry like you thought he was doing now, but his face was hidden so you might be wrong. He had spoken to you about dark thoughts twice before, once when he was drunk (before you helped him get sober) where he professed his fear of loneliness, to which you patiently reminded him that as long as you were with him he would never be lonely again. And a second time a few months back when he had confessed to being scared of pushing you away for good. You didn’t quite understand where that had come from, he had never done anything to make you even think about calling it quits. Nathan isn’t a soft boyfriend, you wouldn’t even say he was loving though you know he loves you. But you don’t need someone to coddle you or tell you they love you every five minutes, that’s what makes him perfect for you. 

The soft red slippers on your feet allow you to silently pad towards the room without detection to observe Nathan more clearly. He’s in his sleep shorts and a long sleeved cotton t-shirt you’ve seen him wear a thousand times before. It’s slightly baggy on him which you like because it smooths his sharp edges, makes him look more boy-next-door. 

When he doesn’t notice you watching him, you carefully take hold of the rectangular door handle and proceed to slide the clear glass across. The sound makes a quiet whoosh that signals that someone is entering the room, yet Nathan doesn’t look up. Now you’re concerned. Nathan’s observant to the point of obsessive. He should have heard you outside the room but now with the door open, you expect him to at least acknowledge you. 

You remain patient, if he’s playing a game you would play along, if he’s truly upset over something you’ll get to the bottom of it in no time. 

You ever so slowly move around the perimeter of the room until you’re directly in front of Nathan, about four feet away from him, leaning back against the glass wall that shows white clouds hiding the sun behind them. You won’t be surprised if it rains soon. You had wanted to go for a hike up the trail later, with or without Nathan, but you suppose that wasn’t going to happen now. 

Nathan was a statue, still like a paused frame of a character in a movie, unmoving like all inanimate objects are. You had joked early on in your relationship that he wasn’t a man, he didn’t think like one or act like one, he was more like one of his AI’s he had later destroyed after the incident. But now you worry you were right after all. He’s acting as though malfunctioned, broken in some way. 

You make a move finally, after studying him and coming to the conclusion that he isn’t going to respond to you, coming to kneel in front of him, almost underneath him as you try to take a peak in the gaps between his fingers. 

Nathan told you once that he had been friendless in college, it didn’t surprise you but it did sadden you that this bright, brilliant, beautiful man was once a lonely, misunderstood boy, and that the first time someone had touched him unprompted it had made him so surprised, so wary of the other person, that he had instinctively shoved them off their seat to which no one would go near him for the rest of his years as a student. 

This reminds you of that memory, you don’t think Nathan would actually shove you away but you’re a little nervous to touch him and scare him into doing something out of pure instinct. 

“I’ve let you down,” Nathan’s voice comes through his fingers croaky and slow. Something’s wrong but you can’t put your finger on it. Has he been crying, is that why his voice sounds so strange? 

“Why do you say that?” You ask kindly, patiently as you slowly pry his fingers away from his face. He fights you though, tensing his fingers, pushing them into his face harder to prevent you from getting a good grip on them. Instead of forcing him you curl your fingers around his wrists and hold them there, letting your presence be felt, letting him know you’re there for him.

“I’ve… done something, fuck, you’re going to be so fucking disappointed,” Nathan mumbles, which he never does, he’s always clear with his words, he likes to be heard. 

You rack your brain to try to work out what failure is to Nathan Bateman. He had been working on a new AI system, a safer one, one without conscious, independent thought that had taken up his time for months. Not succeeding on something he had poured his heart into would be failure. But that wouldn’t disappoint you. You’d be sad for Nathan, but disappointment wouldn’t come into play. So it has to be something else.

“Have you cheated on me?” It wasn’t a serious question, Nathan’s a lot of things but you were absolutely certain if he wasn’t happy with your relationship he would be open and honest about it, he’d break your heart and break up your relationship before he became a cheater. 

You almost laugh when Nathan’s head shoots up, shock paints his features, clearly offended that you think he’d do that to you. But when you see the redness around his eyes and the slightly glazed look in them, the inability to focus on you precisely, your heart cracks at the sight of him. His piercing gaze that used to make you wither before him, shy and uncomfortable, that later sent hot shocks of desire through your body when you eventually got together, was now reduced to a weak, vacant stare. 

You try to disguise your emotions with a quick wink to show that you’re joking. Nathan lets out a sigh of relief, looks away from you, back to the ground that’s holding his attention more than you are. He’s still tense but he keeps his hands away from his face and interlocks them together in the middle of the two of you. 

You have your fears, you think you know what’s going on but you don’t think he’s going to admit it to you, too prideful in the presence of the person he made so many promises to. Those promises that he’s broken for whatever reason. So you have to get confirmation another way.

You place your hands on either side of his face, your thumbs grazing the apple of his cheeks, your palms covering his rough beard that you love so much, and tilt his head up. He knows what you’re going to do, you can see the pain in his eyes, begging you not to break the facade that there’s nothing to search for, nothing to confirm. 

You lean forward slowly, giving him enough time to break away or get up and leave the room. There’s a tiny part of you that wishes he would, so you can forget this even happened and go about your day, take that hike in the rain to clear your head. But he doesn’t do anything, he just waits.

You slot your mouths together and without prompting Nathan opens his mouth for you to taste inside. You linger longer than you need to, long after the sharp tang of alcohol reaches your tongue, long after you slip your tongue out of his mouth and continue to deliver a slow, lazy kiss that you hope reminds Nathan of how much you love him, adore him, appreciate him for opening himself up to you, for bearing his troubles to you and being so emotionally naked in this moment. 

You pull away, swallowing passed the dryness in your throat as you come to terms with his secret. 

It has been nearly two years since Nathan had promised to give up the bottle for you, for your relationship. He was drinking himself into an early grave, and you weren’t going to stick around just to bury him. You had felt cruel at the time, telling him it was you or the drink, but there had been one too many nights when you had had to drag his passed out body onto a soft surface and stay up with him to make sure he didn’t choke on his own sick. You were at the end of your usually very patient tether so you had given him the ultimatum he needed to hear. If he didn’t want to die lonely, he needed to put you above the drink. 

“Where is it?” You ask, subtly looking around the room to see if the bottle is nearby.

“In the trash.” Your heart skips a beat at the thought of an entire bottle of alcohol in his two years sober body. You see his eyes, the slight shake in his hands and it suddenly makes sense why he looks so terrible. At your look of terror Nathan takes a deep breath and places a hand on your upper arm when he speaks, his voice clearer now he was using it. “It was a five hundred mil bottle.”

You don’t let your sigh of relief be heard. You can work with that amount, he shouldn’t be too bad with some glasses of water in him and a long rest. Five hundred mil is a hell of a lot less than what he used to drink daily. 

You look at him, really look at him, you see his clenched jaw and the worry lines on his forehead, his lips downcast in sadness, disappointment. You leave a hand on his cheek, gently stroking at the soft skin just above where his beard starts. 

Nathan frowns at you, shaking his head slightly at your comforting actions. You raise an eyebrow, questioning what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling other than the obvious. 

“Why aren’t you angry?” Nathan finally asks, pushing your hand away from his face as though he doesn’t deserve your touch that encapsulates everything he thinks he doesn’t deserve; your empathy, your understanding, your kindness, your patience.

You ignore his action and instead place the same hand on top of his knee, resuming your action of stroking your thumb along the slightly cracked skin.

“It’s easily forgivable,” you speak your words carefully, concisely, like you would if you were giving an instruction. There’s a tone to your voice that says don’t argue with me and also trust me.

“You’re wrong,” Nathan insists in the tone that used to be patronising (you had to tell him to tone it down or you weren’t going to have debates with him until he spoke to you instead of at you).

“I’m not.” You are stubborn, that’s what initially attracted Nathan to you. You never back down from an argument (unless he spoke down to you) and you always fight your corner with an unrelenting feistiness that, Nathan wasn’t shy to admit, sometimes made him hard. If he hadn’t slipped up so spectacularly today maybe this would have been one of those moments. 

“You are.”

“Nathan,” you give him a pointed look that makes him stay silent, “it is my job as your partner to be understanding, to not overreact when you’ve slipped up but to hold your hand through it so you can come out the other side.” 

You keep your gaze fixed on his, urging him to listen to you. This isn’t about being right or wrong, this is about what you’re going to do moving forward to make sure this never happens again. 

And Nathan finally understands that when he sees your look of determination, your lack of actions up to this point, not shouting at him or hitting him like he expected, not telling him off or making him feel like the fucking loser he thinks he is for losing the battle he fought so hard to win. 

He reaches down and places his hands on either side of your neck, thumbs on your pulse points underneath your ears and holds you there as he takes you in. 

Nathan hates the lump in his throat, the wetness in his eyes, the tremble in his hands that he’s sure you can feel against your soft skin. 

A sob creeps up on him unexpectedly and out of instinct you rise to your knees, push your way between his legs and pull his head into your chest. It’s an awkward angle, he’s a bit too high up on the bench and your knees are starting to hurt but your comfort is unimportant compared to Nathan’s in this moment. 

He’s silent in his sobbing, you wouldn’t know he was crying if it weren’t for your shirt getting wet and his little sniffs now and then. You stay there like that for a while, humming softly with your head resting against his shaved head, rocking him ever so slightly side to side with your arms tight around his shoulders. 

You’re startled out of your calm state when Nathan pulls away and surges up to kiss you, passionately, heated, lips tangling, teeth clattering together until you find a rhythm that’s pleasurable for you both. He pulls you up and onto his lap, your legs straddling him in such a way that you are seated perfectly against his groin. 

Nathan’s hands move up under the back of your t-shirt to pull you flush against his chest, his nails scratching lightly against your skin and making you moan into his mouth.

You grind down against his cock then, momentarily forgetting what had happened, not even tasting the alcohol on his tongue anymore, your brain melting into a puddle of Nathan Nathan Nathan and more more more. 

It’s not until Nathan abruptly pushes you away, far enough that you have to grip onto his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling off his lap, that you realise something has happened. Or rather hasn’t happened.

Nathan lets out a frustrated growl that turns into a sorry cry of embarrassment. You look down to see he’s still soft. He’s so inebriated that he can’t get aroused. 

You scoot forward on his lap to get closer and when he grabs your waist to push you away again you fight his strength to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He gives up eventually, once you have him nestled against your softness, his head hooked into the crook of your neck as you whisper sweets nothings into his ear, keeping him grounded to you and nothing else. 

It isn’t the end of the world, and it definitely isn’t the end of yours and Nathan’s relationship. There will be so many more of these bad days to come but you believe in him and he believes in you. You’re an odd couple but you make it work, and you will continue to make it work, together. 

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[carnelianns]

Hello! I really enjoy reading your work, can I ask for just general headcanons for any ikevamp boyo of your choosing with a S/O(or MC if you'd prefer) who has no idea who these people are. MC; "I failed history twice and cheated to pass."

this ask is gold

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Fame isn’t really important to the man in pursuit of the perfect song, but Mozart admits that your cluelessness does induce some frustration from him.

From what he’s gathered from Sebastian, his pieces — even those he didn’t expect to get famous — are awfully popular in the present time, so why don’t you know a single one?

You think it’s a coincidence that Mozart’s playing a pretty little tune whenever you pass by the piano room. It, in fact, is not.

He peeks his head out into the hallway to see if you’re near and if you are, he’s rushing to the piano immediately to play a composition of his to check if you really don’t know it. He’ll never admit it, though. 

There’s a slight scowl on his face the day he finally pulls you inside the room itself, only warranting a questioning gaze from you. 

“Are you certain.. you don’t know these pieces?” He asks, the gentle tune of Sonata No. 16 contrasting greatly with his furrowed brows and the slight jut of his lower lip.

You can only hum, lifting your head off from his shoulder as you meet his violet eyes. “I’m sorry, Mozart, but the only thing I learned in Music class was how to sleep without getting caught.”

The slight pout on his face transforms into a look of dissatisfaction as he sighs, the sound mingling with the sudden fast pace of “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”, Mozart’s last attempt in seeking for a piece  you know.

“Oh my god.” His eyes swing towards your form, widening infinitesimally at the look of recognition on your face. “That’s from Little Einsteins!”

He almost bashes his head in the piano when you explain that it’s from a kids show you thoroughly enjoyed when you were young, though he doesn’t have the heart to do so (or the skull).

You may be slightly uncultured, but he wouldn’t mind seeing the stars in your eyes much more often, even if it means having to play the song botched by a kids show every so often.

Leonardo da Vinci

Leonardo isn’t one to brag about his achievements, nor does he really care about them, so you being unknowing of who he is exactly isn’t really a big problem for him.

Although he finds it absolutely adorable when you bounce up to him randomly throughout the day, spewing an almost unintelligible “Is it true that..?!” and an achievement of his you probably heard from either Sebastian or Isaac.

He quite honestly falls in love with you more and more each time, if it isn’t clear from the slight crinkle of his eyes, or the soft, genuine smile setting itself upon his lips.

However, there has been something plaguing his mind ever since the day you first met. The words you uttered, and the dreamy sigh and faraway look in your eyes after.

“The only Leo I know is Leonardo di Caprio.”

Making no move to act upon his curiosity, Leonardo quickly forgets your unusual words. That is until he sees you soberly staring out the window one fine day, a sigh resonating through the empty living room.

“Cara mia, what’s wrong?” He asks, brows furrowed as he instantly takes a seat beside you. Not many times has he seen you look this blue, and god forbid it ever happen again.

“It’s just… You know… I sometimes think… Is Leonardo di Caprio doing well?”

A wry smile forms his face as you continue your lament, making inexplicable hand gestures here and there. “I just hope he’s okay, y’know? And god, you should see him. Young Leo is a different breed, perfection incarnate, the lo—”

“Cara mia, are you forgetting I’m here?” His guttural voice — one that seemingly dropped a few octaves — causes you to pause, eyes widening when you finally meet his intense stare and the irked smile on his face.

There’s no room to escape when he pulls you into his impregnable grip, carrying you bridal style to what you just know is his bedroom. ‘It seems I’ll just have to remind you which Leonardo your boyfriend is.”

Isaac Newton

Don’t get him wrong, he’s glad you don’t know of the famed apple incident, subsequently leading you to not tease him, but there’s only so much he can take.

The problem isn’t that you don’t know of him — he can care less, in all honesty. It’s that you don’t know anything about physics — hell, you could barely remember the three laws of motion.

So it was that every time you two are together, the vexed physicist manages to slip in a comment or suggestion about learning more about, well, physics.

Which often leads to you escaping from his grasp, more often than not giving the residents a wonderful show of a yelling Isaac chasing you around the giant mansion.

“I failed Science because I said Newton’s three laws of motion were made by Einstein, please have mercy,” you beg a scowling Isaac who somehow managed to wring you into the library for a one-on-one lesson.

“I don’t even have any words for you, you foolish woman.” He then proceeds to sigh, taking a seat beside you. Your fake sniffles cease as you turn towards your lover, a focused look making itself home on his face.

“... How in the heavens did you mistake me for Einstein?” There’s a visible pout on his face, his cheeks tinged a slight shade of red as he does everything to not meet your gaze.

“... Awh, is my lovely little scientist upset? Is he, now?” You coo teasingly, pinching his cheeks in a way one does an infant.

“Shut up!”

Your laugh echoes through the library as he turns away, crossing his arms. It does nothing to hide his now hot-red ears. 

Taking it upon yourself to slide your arms around Isaac’s waist you hum softly, snuggling into his shoulder. “If it makes you feel any better, then I’m glad good ol’ Isaac Newton ended up being the love of my life.”

“... If this is an attempt to get out of your lessons, then it didn’t work.” Damn.

[cali-holland]

The Talk- Harry Holland One Shot

Pairing: Harry Holland X Osterfield!Reader

Requested by Anon: Hey!! Could I please request one where Harry is dating Harrison’s sister and living in the house with them all and the whole dynamic between her and the boys? You’re my fave Holland/Osterfield writer 🤩

Prompt: Your older brother, Harrison, tries to give you the sex talk.

Word Count: 1600

Featured song: I Just Had Sex by Lonely Island (linked Julianne Hough’s Lip Sync Battle because that was the true inspo)

Masterlist   Harry Holland Masterlist

*Not my gif*

Warnings: swearing, conversations about sex/condoms/pregnancy...

~~~

“Asshole, stop cheating!” You groaned, kicking your brother’s calf as you sat on the floor and he stood in front of you.

“I’m not cheating. You’re screen peeking!” Harrison argued. He lifted his foot and stretched it backwards towards your face.

“Oh my god.” You gagged as you moved away from the terrorizing foot.

“Ah, sounds like Mario Kart.” Harry laughed, coming into the room.

“Yeah and Y/N won’t stop screen peeking.” Your brother sidestepped to stand in your way again. You groaned, getting up while you kept your eyes intently focused on the screen.

“Hi, Harry.” You acknowledged your boyfriend’s presence. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you to fight out the last lap of Mario Kart with your older brother. “How was the shoot?”

“It was good. I take it you had fun this afternoon?” He laughed, laying down on his side on the couch as he watched you and Harrison elbow each other while trying to play.

Harrison was your older brother and best friend; when you had no one else, you always had him. And then he introduced you to Tom, who then introduced you to Harry. Sparks flew instantly between the two of you, but it wasn’t until six months ago that you started dating Harry and wasn’t until recently that you started staying at his place, which was technically also Harrison’s place and Tom’s and Tuwaine’s- and sometimes Sam’s. Like any protective older brother though, Harrison wasn’t a fan of you staying the night, but like any good younger sister, you still spent most of your nights with Harry. In your defense, their house was a lot closer to campus than your apartment.

“Well, I finished my research project early and then this div challenged me to Rainbow Road.” You explained. Knowing you were too far in the lead, Harrison licked his finger and stuck it in your ear, making you shriek in surprise. He and Harry both burst out in laughter. As you crossed the finish line in first, you hit your brother with the controller. “Fuck you, I won!”

“You get so heated over Mario Kart.” Harry chuckled.

“Loser cleans up!” You declared and Harrison shook his head.

“Ah, no. I set it up. You clean it up.” He argued. Your boyfriend sighed from the couch, clicking the remote to turn off the TV.

“There.” He said, and you smiled, laying down with him on the couch. He draped an arm over your waist while you brought him in for a kiss.

“Ok, ok, I get it. I’m not wanted anymore.” Harrison scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes at the two of you borderline making out in front of him. He quickly left the room, and you pulled back from Harry with a giggle.

“I thought he’d never leave.” You joked, feeling his fingers play with the hem of your shirt.

“I missed you today.” Harry mumbled, his lips gliding over yours as he spoke. He’d only been gone a couple hours, doing a photoshoot for the Brothers Trust, but his words still brought a warm smile to your face. 

“I missed you, too.” You replied before capturing his lips with yours for a little lazy makeout session. You both knew only Harrison was home so neither of you were exactly worried about someone walking in, since your brother liked to stay clear of when you and your boyfriend were alone.

A couple days later, somehow you and Harrison were left alone again in the house, and you spent your time working on essays in the home office Harry and Tom had “made”.

“Hey, Y/N, can we, uh, can we talk?” Harrison asked, clearing his throat as he stepped into the room. You knew immediately those were the words of your brother, not your best friend or housemate.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You turned to face him as he sat on the nearby couch. He fiddled with his fingers nervously, before running a hand through his hair.

“Well, I know that you kind of live here at this point, and it’s been a month since you started staying over. And- and I know, that I told you it was okay, but you’re still my baby sister, you know?” He started nervously and you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to decide what he was getting at exactly. “I get that you’re 21, you can make your own choices, and you know I’m completely for you being your own independent woman. I’m concerned that- well, I know, Harry’s a good guy and I trust him, but he’s a guy-“

“Haz, are you trying to give me the sex talk?” You asked with a laugh of disbelief. Your brother’s cheeks turned bright red. Part of you wondered if he knew for sure that you and Harry had had sex before, but there was no way for Harrison to absolutely know since you two only ever did it when the house was empty.

“It’s an important thing to discuss!” He insisted as he attempted to regain some composure. “Look, Y/N, Harry’s your first serious relationship, but you aren’t his. I’m just trying to look out for you, make sure you know that you don’t have to do anything with him if you’re not ready for it- and really you shouldn’t be ready yet. It’s a painful experience for a lot of women.”

“Oh my god.” You hid your face in your hands, wishing he’d just end it there. “I went through sex ed, Haz, please stop.”

“Okay, so then you know to use protection. You can never be too safe. I don’t know about Harry, but never let a guy tell you that condoms are uncomf-“

“Stop!” You whined.

“If you need to go on the pill or get an implant, I’ll be fully supportive of that too.” Harrison continued on.

“Thanks. Are you done now?” You asked, still refusing to look at him.

“Not quite.” He replied, making you let out a groan. The humor of his awkward bluntness was gone and the torture was endless, “Now, if something happens-“

“You mean if I get pregnant?” 

“Yes. If that happens, I’ll do everything to help you because you’re still my sister, no matter what. And if Harry leaves you, I’ll beat him up for you.”

“How nice.” You replied sarcastically as you rolled your eyes.

“I just say all this because Tom told me Harry bought condoms the other day.” Harrison admitted, and you bit back a groan. Of course your boyfriend wouldn’t think twice about the implications of buying condoms in front of his brother, a.k.a. your brother’s best friend. By your reaction, your brother immediately knew what that meant. With wide eyes, he asked, “You’ve done it before?”

“Uh,” You trailed off, not really knowing what to say. You two were close, but that didn’t mean you wanted to go into detail about your sex life with your brother.

“You have! Oh my god, Y/N, you’re too young. What the hell?” He raised his voice, standing up from the couch.

“Too young? You were younger than me when you lost yours!” You shot back, “Look, I love Harry and he loves me. And at least you know we’re being safe about it!”

He paused, shaking his head like he was trying to get rid of the thought. He let out a sigh, turning to leave the room, “It’s fine, just forget about it.”

“Hey Haz?” You called back to him, making him turn to face you one last time in the doorway. “Thanks for looking out for me. I appreciate it.”

Harrison offered you a weak smile before he left the room. You let out a small sigh, you definitely needed to talk to Harry when he got home. It wasn’t until a couple hours later that Harry returned home from an event with Tom, and by that point, you were lounging on Harry’s bed, waiting for him.

“Hi, lovebug. How was your day?” Harry asked, laying down beside you on the bed almost immediately after he had taken off his shoes.

“I had a very, um, interesting conversation with Haz.” You joked, and he furrowed his eyebrows skeptically at you. Laughing, you explained, “Babe, maybe you shouldn’t have bought condoms in front of the biggest loudmouth we know.”

“Fuck, Tom said he wasn’t going to tell anyone.” He sighed.

“Well, he told Harrison, so I had to sit through the ever lovely sex talk.” You said sarcastically, and Harry pulled you in for an apologetic kiss.

“If it makes you feel any better, Tom tried giving me the talk, too, but I tuned him out.” He laughed, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Lucky you.”

“So, is Harrison going to beat me up now?” Harry asked with a chuckle as you pushed his curls out of his face, cuddling in closer to him.

“I hope not. I love this pretty face too much.” You pressed a kiss to his nose, softly cupping his cheeks in your hands. You gave him a proper kiss, lightly swiping your tongue over his lips and he smiled into it.

“Wait, I have an idea.” You said, pulling away from him momentarily to get your phone out. You connected your phone to the living room speaker, pulling up Youtube.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, trying to look over your phone.

“Sometimes, something beautiful happens in this world,” The song started, and Harry laughed, immediately recognizing Andy Samberg’s voice.

“Wait for it.” You teased.

“You don’t know how to express yourself so, you just gotta sing,” The song continued. “I just had sex, and it felt so good,”

You and Harry laughed as you heard a loud crash from downstairs, followed up by Harrison screaming, “What the fuck?”

~~~

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[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.37

Word Count: 2.949

Characters: Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Ethan Steiner, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey (mentioned), Aiden Steiner (mentioned), Kali (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, death

A/N: Season 3A is now complete

Masterlist     Series Masterlist

You wrapped your arms around Derek’s unconscious body, pulling him to the bed as Cora sat up, groaning.

You felt slightly worried, trying your best to ignore it. He was no longer an alpha, but both of them would be okay. If Derek ever woke up.

“How do you feel?” you asked.

“Good… what happened to him?” she asked, motioning to Derek.

“He’s fine. Well, he’s alive. He’ll wake up sooner or later,” you said, walking over to Cora as you wrapped your arms around her tightly.

“He better wake up soon. There's a full moon tonight, which means his time is over, and Kali is on her way,” you looked at the sun setting as Peter paced around.

“Maybe you guys should leave,” you suggested.

“I’m fine,” Derek groaned, sitting up as you tensed slightly.

“You’re not strong enough to take on Kali. You and Cora should get out of town,” you said.

“For once, I agree with (Y/N),” Peter nodded.

“We’re not running away,” Cora ran to get Derek some water as you opened your mouth to speak, getting interrupted by a call from Lydia.

“Hey, what happened?” you asked.

“We found the nemeton. But, me and Ethan are right outside the loft,” she said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, running to the door as you pulled it open.

Ethan stood nervously, Lydia standing next to him.

“What are they doing here?” Peter groaned.

“We’re helping you to find a way to escape.”

---

“No,” Derek started.

“Uhm, yes.” you crossed your arms.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, we’re not running away.”

“Yes, you are,” you clenched your teeth.

“(Y/N), no-”

“Shut your stubborn ass up and get the hell out of here. You are not at full strength, Kali is coming here, right now. She's going to kill you. Peter is taking you and Cora to get another car, and then you’re out of here,” you continued to scold Derek as the rest of them outside the doors of the loft, not wanting to interfere.

“So what? You’re gonna hold her off? You and Ethan?” he scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Yes, we will. You’re leaving and you have no choice,” you pushed past him as he grabbed your arm, pulling you back as you glared.

“Then what if you get hurt? What if she hurts you?” he asked.

“She didn’t last time, she won’t this time,” you rolled your eyes.

You clenched your fist tightly, feeling an aching pain in your head as you tried to ignore it. 

“But now you’re trying to protect me,” he pointed out.

“Look,” you started.

“Will you just listen to me for five seconds?” he raised his voice.

You exhaled sharply, looking up at him. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt (Y/N), please listen to me,” he begged.

You stroked his cheek softly, breathing softly as he looked down at you.

“Somnum,” your eyes turned black, as he gasped softly, closing his eyes as he fell to the ground.

You closed your eyes, taking a breath as you walked to the rest of them.

“So, do we have a plan?”

---

“Isaac just said that Scott’s dad was at Argent’s house. He’s holding them right now,” you sighed, reading your texts from Isaac as you looked up.

“Okay, well, Derek and Cora are heading out of town now. I have no idea where Peter is,” Lydia shrugged.

You heard your phone going off again.

“It’s Stiles,” you said, reading the texts.

“Me and Lydia can hold her up. Aiden’s on our side too. You should go help your friends,” Ethan nodded softly.

You nodded, running off.

---

“What is it?” you looked at Stiles from the passenger seat as he anxiously drove through Beacon Hills.

“I’ve just had this big headache,” he sighed.

You looked outside the window, seeing lighting from the sky.

“Maybe I should drive then,” you offered.

“No, it's fine. I’ve just been feeling weird since we did that thing,” he sighed.

“What thing?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Sort of like what you did, when you lost your powers, the ice bath thingy. We made a sacrifice to the nemeton to try to find it,” Stiles swerved slightly, putting his hands on his head.

“Sorry,” he said.

“You did what?! You guys could've died! Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped!” you immediately scolded him.

“You were trying to help Cora,” he interrupted.

“I can’t believe you… you piece of-” you groaned, frustrated as you took a big breath, clenching your fist.

“Sorry, my head…” he swerved again as you tensed up, putting your hands on the wheel.

“Stiles?” he fell to the side, leaning on your arm as your heart began to race.

You could see the storm getting worse, hearing thunder as you turned the wheel, trying to keep the car in your control.

He laid unconscious on you as you pushed him aside as quickly as you could, trying to keep the car from hitting anything.

You could barely see the view in front of you, blocked out and covered by leaves and twigs. You winced as you heard someone screech, covering your ears with your head. 

“Oh shit!” you turned the wheel quickly, taking a deep breath before seeing the tree in front of you. You quickly moved, trying to shield Stiles as quickly as you could. 

“Stiles!”

---

You opened your eyes, groaning as you felt blood trickling from your wound on your head. Stiles continued to lay unconscious as you tried to push him up. You tried to move, finding a sharp pain shoot up from your leg as you screamed. You could see your eyesight blurring as you yelled out for Stiles.

“Stiles!” you yelled, watching as he jumped up. 

“W-What?! What happened?!” he yelled. 

“We need to get out,” you said.

He pushed open his door, falling out as he gasped for air. 

“H-How did this happen?” he asked, standing up shakily as he reached for your hand.

“Go find the nemeton and save them,” you said.

“I-I can’t leave you here. Y-You’re stuck,” he stuttered.

“Capitulum quintum,” you used your magic, forcing the door open as you fell out.

“I-I,” he stuttered, running his fingers through his hair as you stood up, leaning against the car, breathing heavily. 

“You gotta go to the nemeton on your own… Lydia’s in trouble,” you said.

“What? How do you know?” he asked.

“I heard her scream. Just go. Take your bat in case there’s any trouble,” you said.

He reached for his bat, grabbing it before he gave you a look.

“Your head’s bleeding,” he said.

“Go,” your voice was distorted as you clenched your jaw, pushing yourself up as your eyes went black.

---

You entered Derek's loft, immediately met with the faces of Derek, Jennifer, Lydia, and Cora. 

You noticed Kali’s dead body on the corner, along with Ethan and Aiden’s.

“You’re supposed to be on your way out of here,” you raised an eyebrow.

“You little,” Derek pulled your arm, harshly yanking you to the side.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” he yelled, pushing you against the wall.

“I was trying to save your life!” you yelled back.

“By hurting yourself?!”

“In case you didn't realize, Kali is laying there, dead, and I wasn't even here to begin with!” you yelled.

“Why is your head bleeding?” he asked immediately, scrunching his eyes.

You twisted his arm back, pushing him away from you.

“What the hell are you doing here, Jennifer?” you clenched your jaw.

“I need yours and Derek’s help. To kill Deucalion,” she said.

“Let the sheriff, Melissa and Argent go and maybe we’ll consider it,” you said.

“She said she’ll let them go if we help her,” Derek sighed.

“First, I don’t trust you. Second, we should just kill you right here, right now. Third, Deucalion will be at his lowest right now. The rest of his pack is dead, we don’t need anyone else,” you said.

“Except he’s not alone. He has Scott wrapped around his little finger,” Jeniffer retorted.

“Well, Scott knows what he’s doing,” you crossed your arms.

“You haven't seen Deucalion at his strongest. I have. That’s why I need your help. If we help each other,” she started.

“Forget it,” you shook your head.

“We’re doing it to save them, (Y/N),” Derek said.

“So then what happens when you go fight Deucalion? Kill Scott too? Scott’s on his side,” you scoffed.

“We’re not gonna kill Scott. Look, we have the eclipse in our favor. Deucalion will be powerless, that’s when we strike,” he said.

“She’s worse than Deucalion! How can you not see it?!” you yelled.

“Deucalion was trying to kill me!” he yelled.

“That was Kali! God, you’re so stupid! How can you trust a single thing that comes out of her mouth?! Didn't she abandon you in the hospital? Kidnap Melissa and Argent and Stilinski! Why are you still covering for her?! She killed 9 innocent people, and she’s gonna kill more,” you could feel your head throbbing harshly as you clenched your fists as tight as you could, almost 100 percent sure your palms were bleeding now.

He looked at you silently, crossing his arms. He scratched his forehead twice, giving you a look as you inhaled deeply.

“So, fuck you, Jennifer, and goodbye,” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the loft as you pulled out your phone, texting Derek.

---

Your hands were shaking as you took a deep breath, hiding outside the building, awaiting the eclipse. The plan was fairly simple, wait till they all lose their power and then use a spell to trap both Deucalion and Jennifer. 

Deucalion wasn't a bad person, you couldn't see him as one, for whatever reason. But Jennifer killed innocent people. She was selfish and only cared about power. You tried your hardest not to bring your own feelings into the reasons why you hated her. Derek cheated on you with her. But she did a spell on him, so it wasn't his fault. You kept thinking back to that fact, finding it hard to process that. It wasn't his fault. She manipulated him. 

But he hurt you. He said he never loved you, not her. He said the two of you were a mistake, not her. But he didn't mean it, did he?

His words continued playing through your head on repeat, as you tried to ignore him. You let your emotions overcome your and your powers, now you killed your dad. Now you're always angry and in pain. It takes all your might to not try and kill everyone around you. But it was different with Derek. It was more painful with him. It’s like he was your anchor.

You looked up, seeing the sky turn an orange hue as you jumped up. That was your signal.

You ran into the building, looking around cautiously. Deucalion was nearly unconscious, laying on the floor, Scott staying in the corner. Jennifer stood up, towering over a bloodied Derek as your eyes went black.

“Lignum unum,” you pulled Jennifer away from Derek, using your magic to hold her down on her knees.

“Saepem coici,” you put a small barrier around the two of you, trapping her with you.

“That was a bad idea for you,” she chuckled, strained.

You squeezed your fist tighter, hearing her gasp for breath.

“(Y/N), d-don’t!” Derek yelled.

You ignored him, clenching your jaw as you tried to hold her down.

“She has her powers still! The plan didn't work!” he yelled.

You continued trying to hold her down, taking a deep breath. You could do this. 

You could hear high-pitched ringing in your ears, wincing slightly as you attempted to hold the barrier together, attempting to hold her down.

“A te removere potentiam,” you continued going along with the plans, trying to stay strong as your head began aching from the noise.

“You can’t do that, (Y/N),” Jennifer began to stand up slowly, fighting your magic as you scrunched your eyes, trying to block out the sound.

“Oppilaverunt in perpetuum,” you let out a soft cry, saying one more spell as you fell to your knees. 

“Your little plan backfired. It’s over for you. Stupid move, trapping us both in here. Now you'll die all alone,” she fake pouted.

“Inter duo,” you saw her stumble backward, looking at you.

“If you kill me, you die too. I linked us,” you struggled to speak as blood began falling from your nose, ears, and eyes.

“No, no you didn't!” she screamed.

She turned slowly, blood dripping from her as well.

“W-We…. can both die in here…. or you can stop,” you gasped for air as you laid on the ground.

You let out a cry, feeling pain ebbing throughout your body as blood dripped.

She whispered something softly, as you felt something break inside you as you screamed in pain.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Derek yell.

“Let go of me. Now,” she yelled.

“If you hurt me, you hurt yourself,” you cried.

“Then I’ll hurt Derek,” she said.

You turned to him, watching as she used her magic to hold him against the wall, struggling for breath.

“N-No,” you whimpered.

“Let me go!” she screamed.

“Confractus link Index!” you screamed, breaking the link between the two of you, along with the barrier.

She kicked you harshly in the stomach, throwing you back as you groaned, Derek immediately falling to his feet, running to you.

“I-I’m sorry… It’s my fault. I-I thought she was going to lose her powers. God, you’re bleeding so much,” he wrapped his arms around you, lifting up your head as he held it in her arms.

“I-It’s not… your…. h-how long left till the eclipse is over?” you asked softly.

“Now,” you heard Scott’s voice.

Derek’s eyes turned blue, growling softly.

Jennifer grabbed a vial filled with mountain ash, throwing it around herself to keep the three of you out.

“Let go of (Y/N),” Scott growled.

“Or what? You can't do anything to me,” she scoffed.

You saw a small blue light shining, from the corner of your eyes as you squinted, watching Scott try and break the barrier.

“S-Scott,” you whispered.

You gasped softly, watching as Jennifer collapsed to the side, backing away from Scott.

“Let (Y/N) go. Stop the storm or I’ll kill you, I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes,” Scott threatened, his eyes flashing red.

“He’s an alpha,” you said.

“Shh, don't speak,” Derek whispered, holding your hand as he took your pain.

“It won't do anything to mine,” you watched as Deucalion stood up, walking past you and Derek as he used his claws to slash Jennifer’s throat, in one quick motion.

You gasped for air as his body fell limp, holding onto Derek.

“She’s dead. She’s dead,” he wiped your cheeks softly, cleaning away some of the blood.

It was done. She was gone. It was over.

---

“So, demon wolf? That’s how you knew so much about me turning into a demon,” you leaned against the door, talking with Deucalion.

“Yes, and also, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve,” he put his fingers on your forehead, as you closed your eyes, feeling a warm sensation pulse throughout your body.

“Thank you,” you replied, slightly shocked.

“Of course,” he nodded.

“Is there any way to stop it from happening?” you asked softly.

“I’m afraid there isn’t. At least not to my knowledge. But I will tell you this, witches don't usually have anchors. Consider yourself lucky for him,” Deucalion motioned to Derek.

You smiled softly, pushing yourself up as you put your hand out.

“Stay good, Duke,” you smiled softly.

“Duke?” he questioned.

“What? It’s short for Deucalion,” you shrugged.

“Very well then. Take care, (Y/N),” he shook your hand, before turning his back, walking off.

You walked to Derek and Scott, both of them turning to you.

“How are you feeling?” Derek asked.

“Good, Deucalion healed me. What about you two?” you replied.

Derek nodded, as the two of you looked at Scott.

“Well, I’m apparently an alpha now. My mom’s safe. So is Argent and Sheriff Stilinski,” he sighed.

“Well then, time to go home?” you suggested.

Both of them nodded, linking arms with the two of them, resting your head on Scott's shoulder as the three of you walked away.

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“I’m going back to South America,” you turned to face Cora, your eyes watering.

“You’re leaving?” you asked softly.

She nodded, as you wrapped your arms around her tightly.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you sniffled.

“Come with me,” she said.

“I can’t,” you shook your head.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Beacon Hills is my home, Cora. I’ve been living here for the past 19 years, I don't want to leave,” you said.

Cora froze for a second, before sniffling softly.

“You stupid bitch. Making me cry and crap,” she scoffed.

You laughed softly, looking at her.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said.

“Well, you’re coming with me right now. Derek’s taking me to South America. You’re coming too,” she said.

“What?” you replied.

“You’ll be back in, like, a week. Come on,” she pulled you to the window, seeing Derek and Peter arguing about something, leaning on his car.

“Fine. But only if you promise to text me and call me like every day, okay?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Deal” she nodded, yanking your arm as she pulled you to the car, while you rolled your eyes.

“Hey,” you said to Derek and Peter.

Derek smiled at you softly, earning a glare from Peter.

“So, let’s hit the road, shall we?”

[nintendousimp]

Train of Thought...

Part: 4 The Five Stages

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Word count: 2,3k

Released date: February 14, 2021

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Language, mentions of.

TW ⚠️ : Mentions, depression and suicide attempt.

Disclaimer: All Characters in this story are aged up!

Please note that this was so hard for me write. As someone who use to have thoughts of self harm it made this story more personal. So if you or anyone are having thoughts of self harm please don’t be scared to DM me or please contact National Suicide Prevention hotline 800-273-8255.

With all this being said. Please enjoy part 4!

Life for Miya Atsumu was sure different after you left. Not having you around was taking a toll on him. He never realized how much you meant to him until you were gone. You kept communication between the two of you to a minimum.

You had told Atsumu that although you forgave him, you didn’t feel comfortable being around him just yet. He thought that if he gave you time, you’d be able to forgive him, and you guys can work on your marriage. That’s what he’d tell his twin brother, at least.

“y/n is in love with me, Osamu. They need some time.” Atsumu said.

“How can you be so sure? y/n said they forgave you; they never said anything about taking yer dumbass back.” Osamu said.

“Shut yer mouth, Samu, I know they’ll forgive me! y/n loves me; they wouldn’t throw away this marriage.” Atsumu had said.

Osamu knew that you’d never forgive Atsumus infidelity. He hated his brother for doing what he did; he couldn’t help feel bad for him. He knew his brother was in denial, but there was nothing that he could do. This type of pain had stages that Atsumu has to go through alone.

….

As days turned into weeks, Atsumu began to become impatient at the fact that you haven’t taken him back. As of now, people started to take notice of Atsumu’s mood swings. He would become distracted during his matches and would take his anger out on his teammates. They knew what was going on with him. Bokuto (with your permission) had told them what happened. The team knew that Atsumu had cheated on you; although they were upset with him, he was still their teammate and their starting setter.

“ Guys, should we say something to him? Atsumu’s been in a terrible mood these few weeks.” Hinata said.

“ No, He deserves this. Who knows what we will catch if we go over and talk to him,” Sakusa said.

“Omi san, that’s not very nice,” Hinata said.

“ I wasn’t trying to be friendly, Shoyo; look, if you want to go over there and try to talk to him, be my guest. I don’t feel bad for what’s happening to him; Atsumu’s not the victim here y/n is,” Sakusa said as he walked away from Bokuto and Hinata.

Sakusa knew he was the closest to Atsumu, and he should be a good friend and be there for him. But Kyoomi knew that he could not get involved with helping Atsumu. He knew his best friend needed to learn from this. It’s the only way Atsumu will learn not to make the same mistake twice.

….

As time flew by, Atsumu began to look for ways to try to win you back. Although he lives with Osamu now, Atsumu spent most of his free time in his room. The younger twin began to worry for his older brother. He noticed that Atsumu spend most of his free time alone. The younger twin also noticed his older brother’s lack of enthusiasm for the sport he’s so very fond of. He knew his brother still held hope to the idea that one day you’d take him back.

Osamu knows his brother is hurting; he knows Atsumu is holding to this fascination, that one day you’ll take him back. One night he heard Atsumu crying through the door, bargaining, pleading with anyone who was out there listening, that if you return to him, he will make sure to dedicate all his life to you and to focus only on you. That made the younger twin very sad. His older brother has slowly changed.

“Yer needs to get out of the bedroom Atsumu: it stinks in here. You should go visit ma too; she’s worried about you, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

Atsumu ignores his younger brother as he’s scrolling through his phone, looking at pictures of when the two of you were together.

“Yer is starting to worry me too, Tsumu. What would y/n say if they saw ya like this? Yer barely gets up to leave your room, and since you moved here, ya barely left the house,” Osamu said.

Atsumu’s hearing his brothers cry to help him, but he can’t even manage to look at his brother out of fear that he’d disappointed him even more. All he can do right now is look at the past he now wished he had once again.

….

Depression came when Atsumu had to meet you with the lawyers to finalize the divorce. It had been four months since he last saw you. He can tell you’ve been busy with work; he can see the dark circles in your eyes but still manages to compliment how beautiful you are.

“It’s good to see you again, y/n. You look beautiful,” Atsumu said.

“I would say the same Tsumu if it were different circumstances. Not the beautiful part! I mean, yeah, you’re beautiful yourself,” as you kept on rambling on about who knows what. Atsumu just only stood there quietly listening to what you had to say. You noticed that he was there just listening to you, not saying a word.

Atsumu gave you a sad smile.

“Yeah, different circumstances,” Atsumu says to himself as you both enter the lawyers’ office.

You took notice that Atsumu looked much thinner than the last time you saw him. He looks likes he’s barely getting any sleep from the dark circles in his eyes. You didn’t believe when Osamu had told you that your husband was now a completely different person. Now that you have Atsumu right in front of you, you can tell that his physical features have changed, and his emotions have changed as well.

...

As the lawyers explain how the process for separation works, Atsumu can’t help ignore everything they’re saying and only focus on you. He’s trying to memorize your features as if this is the last time he’ll ever see you again. He can’t help but look at how long your hair has gotten. You hated keeping it long; you had said that long hair gets in the way, so you always made sure to go to the salon every couple of months to get it trimmed.

He couldn’t stop looking at your eyes, those e/c irises that once use to smile for him. The way you used to look at him with those beautiful eyes would only make him cave in into doing whatever you wanted. Your smile, oh my god, that beautiful smile. You make everyone’s day when you smile. It’s one of Atsumu’s favorite things about you. It made him happy how big it got when he used to take you to his brother’s place for freshly made onigiris.

You always complained about how ugly your smile was but to him; it was his favorite feature of yours. Your smile holds warmth and kindness, something Atsumu took for granted.

Flashback…

He remembers when you guys were back in high school. You guys haven’t been a couple for too long. He’d taken you to meet his mom. He’ll never forget how his mother got when she first met you. She was so happy to have another woman around. He used to remember how excited you’d get when you came to visit his house. You got to spend time with the woman who birthed him. The fact you and his mother got along so well was his deciding factor. That he was going to marry you one day.

End Flashback...

His thoughts kept going on and on, remembering the times where you once were both so young and happy. He would rather be daydreaming of what once was than hear them talk about their assets. Atsumu’s thoughts about you were interrupted when the lawyers spoke to him.

“ Mr. and Mrs. Miya, we’re getting ready to sign the documents. I’ll ask one last time. Are you both in agreement with going through with your divorce? If you both answer yes know, that there’s no going back once you’ve signed the papers,” The lawyer said.

Four months ago, you would’ve hesitated your answer. But within those months, you’ve learned to cope with this pain and focused all your attention on work. You know deep in your heart you’ll always ache for the love you once had for Atsumu. You know what you both had was something special, and you’d never take him for granted. He was your first love and your first heartbreak. As you keep looking back to the memories that once were, you’ve come to realize that you finally have come to terms with your marriage.

“ I want to go through this,” you said as your lawyer pointed you on where to sign.

He had so much hope until the very last minute; he thought you’d change your mind. His brother was right all along. You’d never forgive his infidelity; his last bit of hope faded as he saw you sign those papers.

You sign the paper and look towards Atsumu, who seems to be in complete disbelief. He’s staring at the document as if this piece of writing is going to destroy his whole world. You know what he’s currently going through. You know I’ll hurt him for a while, but you also know that he’ll heal from this. The only way he’ll move forward with his life is if you give him closure.

“Would you gentleman give us a moment?” you said.

They both nod and walk out of the office. With both lawyers gone, you and Atsumu sat in silence. It always comes down to this, neither one of you dares to speak up. As you sat there a little longer, you decide to break the silence.

“Tsumu?” you said.

“What is it?” He says.

“ I want you to know that no matter what happens from now on, I’ll always be here for you,” you said as you continued.

“The last few months were a wreck for me. I wouldn’t eat and barely slept. I was working myself to death just because I couldn’t handle the pain of you not be around anymore. It got so bad I almost thought about ending it all. On our wedding anniversary day, the bridge where you proposed,” you stop for a second to wipe the tears that have now gathered in your eyes.

It’s painful to talk about this, but you’re relieved to get this out of your chest.

Atsumu sits there with tears in his eyes. You had it so much worse than him. You thought you couldn’t move forward. The pain you must’ve felt all those months alone. The pain he put you through all because he had “needs.”

You wiped your tears and began to tell him the rest of the story.

“ I almost succeeded Into jumping off the bridge, but Akaashi had caught hold of my arm; then pulled me back up,” you say that with a smile as you continue the rest of the story.

“I remember how scared he was. He had pulled me in for a hug; his body was shaking, but he was holding me tight. The way he looked at me, though I don’t think I can ever do that to him again,” there’s pain in your eyes. Something in them say regret, Atsumu knows due to the tears in them.

“How did he look at you, y/n?”Atsumu asked.

You looked away from Atsumu; there was a slight smile on your face. The way Akaashi held you there in his arms, telling you how much he needs you here. He looked at you the way someone in love does.

Wiping the tears of your face, manage to look up at Atsumu and confess.

“Like a lover who almost lost the love of his life”It don’t take long for him to notice the blush on your face. It hit him that your love no longer belong to him. Atsumu lost you for good. This was what he needed, to move forward fully, knowing that there’s a man out there who can make you truly happy.

He finally had the closure he needed to let go slowly. He looks at the paper one more time, only this time he doesn’t hesitate to sign. He gets up from the chair he was sitting in and smiles at you.

“ Keep in touch with my ma, will ya? She’s been asking about you. I think she misses you,” Tsumu says as he leaves the room. You were no longer married to him as he was no longer married to you.

“ I hope you find your happiness y/n,” he said to himself as he made his way home.

When he got home, Tsumu noticed his younger twin was in the kitchen making dinner. Samu by now felt the presence of his older brother.

“ It’s finally done,” is what his brother says before he drops to the ground in tears. Samu walked towards his brother and pulled him in for a hug. He didn’t know how to comfort his brother verbally; he’s never been through a divorce. All he can do is offer his brother a shoulder to cry on.

….

It’s been six months since Atsumu last saw you. Life’s gotten a little easier for him. He apologized to his team for putting them through his mood swings and started playing better. He began going out and spend more time with his friends. There were times where his mind wandered to the thought of you, and he’d break crying. Now he looks back at those memories and smiles.

Life without you was sure different. He finally found the acceptance he needed to let you go. The memories you both made together will always live in his heart, and he’ll cherish every one of them, even if he’s no longer the person you are in love with...

....

Sorry I went on hiatus! My life has been super busy and I wanted to take some time to explore the endings I had in mind. We’re so close to the end!! It’s making me really excited for what’s to come for y/n.

Summary:

L/N F/N a young adult working on their first ever book with the help of editor and friend (Akaashi). Discovers that their husband has been cheating on them for the past few months that they’ve  been working nonstop. Heartbroken y/n decides to drown herself in their work. Will they be able to Forgive their cheating husband from his infidelity or will they approach the man who fell in love with them while working on their book?

© All fiction rights of the story belong to @nintendousimp​ 

Characters belong to the Haruichi Furudate.

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[minghaocouture]

REQUEST: Anon asked: “Xion teasing you when he finds out you have a crush on him, even though you’re a little bit older? (but he low key has a crush on you too.)”

Pairing: Son Dongju x Reader Genre: Fluff, Light Angst Warning: Descriptions of anxiety, Language  WC: 978

A/N: Alrightie nonnie, thanks for being patient with me! Dongju is my precious boi and I wanted to do him justice! I’m not sure how well i did on the prompt but i tried! I have learned that for him I am the ultimate perfectionist, he deserves that from me. I hope you enjoy nonnie <333

This was a mistake. 

You knew that you should have kept your feelings close, knew that Dongju wouldn’t like you in that way but you still told him anyway. Yet, you never expected for him to start laughing right after your confession. It hurt a lot more than you would like to admit, but you tried your best to steel your facial expression as you waited for Dongju to finish. It would only be worse if you started crying right now.

As his laughter subsided, he was left with the brightest of smiles you had ever seen grace his face. If only it wasn’t because he was laughing at you, if only it were just out of happiness and not at your expense. You couldn’t meet his beautiful caramel gaze any longer, the anxiety creeping through your system like a plague. You could feel your hands trembling lightly, so you gripped them together in front of you for some semblance of comfort without showing how upset you were.

“Alright, alright you got your laugh. I get it, it’s hilarious that I’m crushing on you.” You muttered, trying to play along like you weren’t hurt. It would be better that way, less awkward if you wanted to try and salvage some semblance of your former relationship. Swallowing your pride, and what little dignity you had left, you continued, “We can, totally just forget this happened and just never talk about it again. I promise I won’t make things weird.”

“Nope.” Dongju didn’t even let you finish your thought before denying your words. Your heart sunk, you hadn’t thought that it would be like this but you were truly regretting listening to Gunhak. 

“Seriously, Dongju it’s fine. I really don’t want these feelings to get between our friendship.” If it was possible for your heart to break more, then it would have shattered further as he shook his head. 

“Too late, friendship officially ruined.” He still held that sickeningly sweet smile on his face as he took a step towards you. It took everything you had to not back away from him, or hell, run away just out of embarrassment and pain. “Relationship started, well if you want me to be your boyfriend.” 

You were floored by his words, did he seriously just pull that shit? For a moment you started questioning, why exactly you liked him, but that was a dumb question because you knew exactly why. You had fallen for that mischievous twinkle in his eye when he decides to mess with his Hyungs, the way he loved teasing those closest to him, the way people thought he was intimidating when really he was one of the sweetest people you had ever met. Well...when he wasn’t pulling shit like this. 

He couldn’t stop smiling as he waited for your response, reaching out and taking your hands into his own and swinging them lightly. 

“Were you worried I didn’t like you cause you’re older than me?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly as that familiar twinkle found its way into his eyes. “I mean, I can still love you even if you’re a dinosaur.” 

You scoffed, pulling one of your hands from his grasp so that you could lightly slap his shoulder. Which once again prompted a laugh from the male, who then proceeded to lean forward and press his forehead into your shoulder. “You’re my favorite dinosaur. My ancient baby.” 

“Dongju, I’m only a few years older than you.” He ignored your argument in favor of continuing to list off things that were old, as if they were going to be his new pet names for you. 

“My Pangea. I like that one, I might have to keep it.” He leaned back just enough so that he could flash a playful grin in your direction. “Kiss me once if you like the name, and kiss me twice if you hate it. “

“Or maybe I don’t kiss you at all, just to be mean back?”

“Noooooo.” He quickly let your hands go so that he could snake his arms around your waist as he whined loudly in your ear. Typical Dongju attitude when things don’t go his way, letting his body weight drop onto your frame which forced you to quickly wrap your arms around him so that neither of you fell. “Pleaseeee, my beautiful Pangea, please give me kisses? I deserve them.” 

“What will I get in return?”

“You...get to kiss me?”

“Dongju!!”

His lower lip jutted out in the most pitiful pout and you were almost certain he learned that from Dongmyeong. Despite knowing what he was doing you couldn’t stop yourself from adhering to his request. 

It was a bit awkward with how he was standing, almost curled around you, but you did it. Gently cupping his cheek, you pulled his face closer to yours and pressed your lips ever so slightly against his. Almost as if he were a fire and you were scared to get too close, just incase this was just a big joke to him. Despite your fear, as soon as your lips met his kissed back with much more force than you were expecting. Turning your feather light kiss into one filled with a passion you weren’t aware lived inside of Dongju. His teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip, and you vaguely wondered how much more you would get bitten by the man now that you were a couple (?). 

After a heat filled moment, he pulled away with a smug grin on his face as if he had just cheated some kind of prize out of you. Your breathing was much heavier than before and you found yourself almost embarrassed as he stared at you.

“Looks like Pangea’s you’re new nickname.”

Without hesitation, you grabbed his cheeks between your hands and firmly kissed him once more.

“Absolutely not.”

[self-indulgent-imagination]

Goodbye

Characters: Mad-Eye Moody, Sirius Black, You (Y/N) 

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Marauder’s Era, Soft!Sirius, Emotional!Sirius, Mature!Sirius, Angst, Romantic, Interpret the end any way you want to

Summary: You have broken up with Sirius and are behaving rather cruelly with him. But why are you doing it? And what happens when he finds out the real reason behind it? 

A/N: Hello, there! This is my first fic on Tumblr, and first that I’ve written in the second person, so do tell me what you think of it. (And as you can see, I don’t really know how to write an author’s note.) Oh yeah, it’s unedited. So, sorry about whatever mistakes you might encounter  :( 

Word count: 1642

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You exit the girls’ dormitory silently, after making sure that no one is awake. Throwing a Disillusionment Charm over yourself, you leave the common room. You sneak through the corridors and hallways and finally reach your destination. The seventh floor, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by the trolls. You walk past the wall thrice, and a door appears. The Room of Requirement.

You enter to find Moody there already. “Y/N,” he grunts. You nod. He throws a jinx at you out of the blue. You side step. The next curse you deflect with a flick of your wand. And so it goes for next three quarters of an hour. He grunts to signal the end. You stop, pretend to relax, let him relax (well, as much as Moody can relax) and then throw the Jelly-Legs Jinx at him. He tumbles down like his legs are made of, well, jelly. He inclines his head towards you. You beam because coming from him, that is like a sign of admiration. “Well done, lassie. Let this be your lesson and remember. Constant vigilance!” he says. You nod.

An awkward silence takes over the room. Both of you know what’s coming. You have been training for it for past few years, but it’s still difficult to speak aloud of. But he is Moody. He takes the bull by its horns, “You know what you have to do?” 

“Yeah. Go to Voldy-boy, suck up to him and join him. Then send back the intel to you however I can.” 

“Yes, good. It’s going to be incredibly dangerous. Your should be Occluding all the time. If you slip up, you will die and take us down with you. So, there’s no margin for error. Got it?” 

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t know what to say. After all, what do you say in farewell to someone you’ve trained to go in the jaws of death? You don’t know what to say either. The enormity of what you’re about to take up and how dangerous it will be hits you all over again. You hug Moody. You’ve never hugged him. But this might well be the last time you get to hug someone you like and respect. Maybe the last time you get to hug, ever.

You clutch him. He holds you awkwardly and pats your hair. “Be safe, girlie,” he says in a suspiciously choked voice. You nod and turn away from your mentor. You will cry if you don’t and you don’t want to embarrass him by being witness to his tears.

As you are leaving the room, you become alert. Someone is watching you. There’s a faint sound of breathing in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. But no one is standing there. You can’t detect any Disillusionment Charm. You pretend not to have noticed anything and walk away. You’re being followed.

You affect carelessness and walk towards the fourth floor. There’s a secret passageway behind a large mirror where you plan to apprehend whoever it is that is following you. And then it hits you. You can only hear the faint sound of footsteps and breathing. And there is no such thing as a perfect disillusionment. Invisibility Cloak.

You relax a bit. Once you’re both inside the passageway, you speak with a semblance of casualness, “Following around someone who has dumped you sounds pretty desperate, even for you.”

Sound of a cloth rustling. And then he is standing there, right behind the mirror. Sirius Black. Your heart misses a beat. You force your face to remain indifferent, bordering on cruel. You cannot let him know that you still love him. It would be too dangerous because he is recklessly protective of people he loves. And you can’t bear to have him put his life in danger like that.

You take in his face. He looks desperate, as if someone has just destroyed his life. You have seen that look on his face only twice before this. You wonder what he is thinking about. For a moment you fear that he knows exactly why you ended things with him. Exactly what you’re going to do. But no, you reassure yourself, how could he possibly know?

He still hasn’t retorted to your taunt with something cutting that you will pretend didn’t mean anything to you but will shatter your heart. After all, that is how it has been since your “break-up”. But he’s silent. You have to play your part. You raise an eyebrow and look at him contemptuously (you hope), “Not even a retort. Exactly how pathetic have you gotten?”

“Stop it, Y/N. Don’t you get tired of paying the part?”

You feign confusion. You can’t let him know how much it hurts you when he calls you a liar, a cheat, a ‘wannabe Pureblood’. You steel yourself for an acidic remark that is not going to come. 

He walks towards you and stands before you. You do not back down. Something is wrong. You don’t know what’s going on. You’re about to say something when he falls to the ground. Sobs wracking through his body. You freeze. You don’t know what to do. Should you pretend to be cruel? But you know your limits. You know that you won’t be able to maintain a halfway decent façade of derision or apathy when the love of your life is breaking down like that. So you don’t say anything. Your body is tense with the effort not to reach out and hold him, comfort him.

It is when he takes your fisted hands, pries them open gently and kisses them that you look down. He is looking at you with such utter heartbreak in his eyes that you have to look away. You slowly drop the pretense of coldness. Your shoulders slump. “So you know,” you whisper, still not looking at him. 

“Yes.”

You nod and sink down in front of him. You let free the tears that you had been holding back for so long. You lean into him and he takes you in his arms. You do not know how long you stay like that.

“I’m scared.” You don’t realise you’re saying it until after you’ve said it. You know that it’s true. He holds you tighter.

“You’d be an idiot if you weren’t.” 

Silence.

“You’re an idiot,” he says. “You should’ve told me.”

“I couldn’t. I didn’t want to put you at risk...”

“And?” He knows you too well.

You sigh, “I was afraid that you would blow this. I still am.”

He laughs without humour. “Just because I play pranks doesn’t mean I don’t understand the gravity of a situation. The seriousness, if you will. You forget that it is in my very name.” You groan. 

“Serio - really?”

He grins through dried tears. “Sorry, darling, can’t help it. Besides, it made you smile, didn’t it?” And it’s true.

He sighs, “Anyway... I understand what we’re facing, Y/N. I know that you’re going to do what needs to be done. It’s probably difficult enough for you as it is, I’m not going to make it even more difficult by whining or trying to stop you.”

You look at him, surprised. He smiles sadly.

“I wish you had trusted me. But that’s the water under the bridge. I’m not going to ask you not to do this. I’ll keep out of your way and pretend that we’re done. I want you to know and remember that whatever cruel words I may use to mock you will not mean anything. It will all be a pretense. Don’t worry about me. Focus on keeping yourself alive and safe.” 

He pauses, contemplating. Then he continues in a softer voice, “There are some things bigger than just you and me. And this is one of them. We can’t put the future of the world on line just because my blood pressure shoots up on seeing you in danger.” 

You look at him with a newfound respect. You’re seeing a serious Sirius Black for the first time and you fall in love with him all over again. You kiss him gently, almost hesitantly. You lean against his chest and stay there.

“Thank you,” you murmur. He kisses your hair, an arm around you, his hand rubbing your arm.

“You’re a shit actress, you know.”

“What?!”

“Every time I insulted you, I could see the heartbreak and pain in your eyes and I would be left feeling so confused and guilty. You were acting like a first-rate bitch, but your eyes were telling a different story and I didn’t know what to believe. If you act like that in front of Voldemort, you won’t last a day.”

“Voldemort doesn’t know me as well as you do.”

“You have to assume that he does. Be prepared for the worst, not the best, Y/N, because I find that I rather like you alive.”

You smile and kiss his chest. Wordlessly, you throw a Warming Charm on both of you and a Cushioning Charm on the floor. Sirius looks at you quizzically. 

“Might as well get comfortable for the night,” you shrug.

“Show-off,” he mutters.

“Learned from the best,” you grin, nudging him. He grins, too, and kisses you.

You spend the night in his arms. Just you and him and silence. This night will be your driving force for many years to come, but you don’t know that yet. For you, it is the last night of peace and love before you step in the devil’s lair. 

It’s dawn when you get up to leave. Sirius stops you. He pulls you in his arms. “Don’t ever forget that I love you, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“And I, you.” And then you part ways.

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A/N: If you’ve read it completely, kudos to you! And thanks for sticking around :) Please tell me if there’s something in particular that you liked or didn’t.