#‘and I’ll just wait until those arms belong to me I’m not saying that you love me I’m not saying anything’

[theselfshippingrose]

(Listening to French exit album) hm….. how can I make this all about my selfships….

[bootsukki]

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as graduation winds down, tsukishima kei stands in the courtyard, looking out over karasuno high once last time. he holds his diploma tightly in his right hand, waving goodbye to some of his friends, rejecting the idea of having dinner with them, knowing that they will get a lot of chances to do so, as the majority of them will go to the same university, except for those like kageyama, yachi and hinata who have bigger dreams that require moving cities or even countries.

kei’s usual calm facade is in place, but inside, he feels the weight of the day, the end of high school, of volleyball with his team and of seeing you every day.

graduation is still one year away from you, getting into your third year this april. kei spots you waiting for him at the edge of the crowd that is going out of one last time and others like you, who still have years of high school to go through.

as he approaches you, he sees your beautiful eyes shimmering with unshed tears and his hearts soften even harder. he walks over and without a word, you fall into step together, wandering off-campus towards the tsukishima household. as you walk, you clutch the sleeve of his jacket and he lets you, walking in silence until you are in his house.

kei leaves his diploma on the living room as you walk upstairs to his room. the sight of the bare walls and some of his belongings in boxes makes you feel sad as you sit down on the floor, waiting for him.

as kei enters the bedroom, he gives you a cup of tea and you mutter a quick thank you, carefully leaving it on his bedside table, waiting for it to get cold.

“why’d you have to go and get all emotional?” he murmurs, though his voice lacks any of its usual sarcasm. there’s a quiet vulnerability in his tone as he pulls your hand into his.

you let out a shaky laugh, looking down, avoiding his gaze. “i… i don’t know. i know i’ll see you again. you’re not moving that far and it will only take me a bus to get to you but… it’s hard, thinking about not seeing you every day.” your voice breaks a little, and you quickly swipe at your eyes.

“you know what? i’m glad i won’t have to change my route to walk with you from your house to school”

you playfully punch his arm and he laughs, muttering a it’s a joke softly. for a moment, kei is quiet and when you glance up at him, you’re surprise to see a sheen of tears in his own eyes. kei clears his throat, looking away as if it he was embarrassed but his finders hold onto yours a little tighter.

“come here,” he says softly, reaching down to his jacket, fumbling for a second as he pulls off the second button, pressing it gently into your hand. you stare down at it, heart squeezing. kei holds your chin with his hand, pulling it up to stare into your eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. “this… i’ll be waiting for you, you know? i don’t want anyone else.”

your hand closes tightly over the button, tears finally slipping down your cheeks. before you can even mutter a thing, kei pulls you into his arms, holding you close. you feel his heart beat, fast and strong and you place a hand on his chest as his hand gently cradles your head.

“i hate this too,” he whispers against your hair, his voice rough, breaking slightly. “leaving without you.”

when he finally pulls back, there’s a tear slipping down his cheek, and for once, he doesn’t seem to care that you see it. he just reaches out, brushing a thumb across your cheek to catch your tears, as if that’s all he can do to hold back his own.

he pulls you closer into a gentle kiss, a soft brush of lips that deepens as you lean closer into him, tilting your head slightly as his hands move towards your jaw and the back of your neck, holding you as close as possible.

the kiss grows more urgent, as if you were pouring every feeling into it. both of your breaths quicken as your lips move together. as kei pulls backs for just a fraction, he opens his eyes, forehead pressed against yours and he smiles, leaning in again to peck your lips.

“you’re the one for me,” he says, voice low. “i’ll wait for you at university.”

“okay.”

“tell me you’ll be thinking of me as much as i’ll think of you.” he closes his eyes, voice shaking. “tell me you’ll miss me as much as i’ll miss you.”

“kei…”

“because… because i always think about you, when i’m awake and when i’m sleeping, I always dream of you. even when we are in the same city, or in the same building but different rooms, i miss you. i miss you when you are at extracurriculars or when i am in practice and i can’t see you, even if i had just said goodbye to you.” he sighs, “because i love you.”

you clutch the button closer to your heart as you kiss him again,

“i love you too.”

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hate the ending (Ｔ＿Ｔ)

[blueicequeen19]

Broken Toy

Warnings: non-con, Dark JJ, oral, overstimulation, orgasm denial, reader got JJ fired, unprotected sex

I yank her into my bedroom, slamming the door shut and shove her against the dresser. The noise of the party is muffled but I can still feel the thump of the bass letting me know if she screams, no one will hear her. Her big doe eyes glare up at me defiantly as I crowd her space but I can see the way she’s trembling. I know she’s scared.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl, caging her against the door with an arm on either side. I hate how good she looks. I’ve never seen her with a speck of makeup on and I can’t be the only guy that’s noticed her tonight. She’d cause a fucking wreck.

“I was invited. If I’d known it was your place, I wouldn’t have come.” She tries to keep her voice firm but she fails. I don’t buy her bullshit. This girl is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A snake in the grass, waiting to strike. She hides behind fake innocence and her manners but I know the truth. I plan to make her life fucking miserable for what she did.

“You don’t belong here.” I snap, letting my gaze openly descend her body in the tight little dress she showed up in. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra and it makes me wonder what kind of panties she’s wearing under something so tight.

“Then let me leave.” She pleads, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I lean in until I can smell her sweet scent mixed with her shampoo. I bite back a groan and resist the urge to kiss her neck. I love that I can see her pulse racing. That she’s breathing so quickly, trying to catch her breath.

“JJ, please just—.”

“Tell me you love sucking cock.” I demand in her ear, loving the way her body stiffens. Goosebumps appear along her bare shoulder.

“I’ve never—.”

“Say. It.”

“I love sucking cock.” Those words mixed with her breathy whimper have my cock hardening in my sweats.

“Now say, fill me with your cum JJ.”

She swallows. “Fill me with your cum JJ.”

“Say, you own all my holes.”

“You own all my h-holes.” She sniffles and this time I can’t stop myself from kissing just below her ear, pressing my cock against her so she feels how hard I am just from her words. I don’t care if I made her say them.

“You don’t talk or even look at another dude until I say so.” My free hand finds her throat so I can grant myself easier access to her neck. She whimpers, her body rigid against mine as I leave sloppy wet kisses.

The thought of marking her makes me feral. I want every guy on the island to know she belongs to me. I don’t realize how hard I’ve bitten down until her nails bite into my chest where she’s pushing against me. One of her tears lands on my cheek and I smile as I release her flesh and trail my tongue up the side of her face.

She makes a frustrated noise, her eyes narrowing into slits as I step back. When she notices the bulge in my sweats, her eyes nearly bug out and she flushes a deep shade of pink. But not as dark as the huge hickey on her neck.

“Take your panties off.”

“No.”

My eyes widen for a moment before I take a step forward and she quickly shoves her hands under the skin tight material. She struggles but I watch in fascination as her dress moves higher and higher with her attempts until just when I think I’ll see the triangle covering her pussy, she bends to shove them down her legs and leaves them on her ankles as she works her dress back down her thighs.

“Don’t move.” I instruct just as she makes a move for the panties. She freezes before putting her back against the door, eyes wide as she watches me kneel in front of her. I carefully lift each of her high heels so I can free her panties. My plan was to humiliate her but now I’m losing it. I look up at her as I bring her cute little pink panties to my nose and sniff, making me groan from her scent alone. I don’t miss the wet spot either. She gasps, quickly looking away in humiliation but I grab her leg roughly in warning.

“Don’t look away from me again.” I growl, her wide eyes quickly finding mine again. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I don’t even recognize myself.

I shove her panties in my pocket and quickly lean forward, burying my face in her dress just over her pussy. She whimpers, attempting to pull her hips back but it’s no use. I shove her dress up over her hips the best I can and nearly cum in my pants from the site of her shaved pussy slick with arousal. She’s glistening and I can’t stand it. I don’t know if I want more or less. Do I love it or hate it that she’s so turned on?

“Have you ever had anyone done here?” I ask, looking up at her trembling form. She shakes her head, keeping her pleading eyes on me.

“Good.” I lean forward but she bucks in fear. I slap her thighs hard, making her cry out as I push her legs open a little wider.

“If you move I’ll bite.” I hold her terrified gaze so she knows I’m serious before I dive in. Her scent and taste overwhelms me immediately. A soft sob escapes her as I lick and suck and pry her with my tongue. I use my hands to spread her lips and easily find her swollen clit. I suck it into my mouth and she mewls, her knees threatening to buckle as I suck harder and harder.

I resist the urge to make her cum. The urge to hear her cries and moans. The urge to hear her scream my name. I have to remind myself that this isn’t for her pleasure. It’s for me. So I back off her clit and lick everywhere but there. When her breathing comes quicker and needier, I move to a different spot. I tease her until her arousal drips down her thighs and my chin. Until her knees are fucking shaking and I know she’s moments away from fisting my hair and shoving my head where she needs.

It takes every ounce of my strength to pull back and meet her gaze. Her eyes are hooded, lips parted, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s fucking delicious.

“You don’t get to cum.” I don’t wipe my mouth as I slowly get to my feet and she seems to sag against the door in defeat. When my hand shoots out to fist the back of her hair, the lust is quickly replaced with fear as I yank her forward and smash my mouth over hers. She’s too stunned to put up much of a fight as I make her taste herself. Taste her desperation and need on my tongue. I devour her until she’s putty in my hands and leaning into me. When she moans, I pull back with a snarl. I don’t want her to see how much I want this. I don’t want her to get any sort of pleasure from this. This is me owning her.

“Your turn.” She blinks at me until I put a hand on each of her shoulders and force her down.

“JJ, please—.” Her begging has my cock pulsing in my sweats and I know she can see it by the way the whites of her eyes are showing.

“Save your begging for when I’m balls deep inside your sweet pussy. Now take it out.” I grind out my words, moving my hand to her hair to guide her movements.

“All this over a job?” She spats, shooting me a defiant look as she tentatively reaches for the waistband of my sweats. Her fingers brush over my skin as she peels the material down and I can’t help but shudder.

“I warned you.” I snap, intrigued with her delicate movements. I’m not wearing any boxers so when her hand slides inside the material and immediately meets my cock, she gasps, shooting me a surprised look.

“You’re not wearing boxers and you have a house full of people?” She scoffs, her voice soft as she wraps her hand around my cock and pulls it free.

“Easy access for when I’m getting my dick sucked.” I taunt, her lip rolling in disgust. “Now put it in your mouth.”

“No.” She removes her hand. I step forward, pinning her against the door with my legs. She glares at me, my cock in her face.

“Either it goes in your mouth or it goes in your ass.” My threat hangs in the air for a moment before you wraps her lips around the weeping tip, making my knees weak as I brace myself against the door. I try not to make any sounds but I can’t stop them as she works just the tip until she’s more comfortable to take more. I’m barely half way in and she’s gagging, backing off only to try again.

“Suck harder.” I rasp, unable to tear my eyes away as she moves back and forth, hallowing out her cheeks until I can hear the suction. My balls tighten and sparks shoot up my spine as she sucks. I don’t want this to be over yet so I shove her off with a growl and yank her to her feet.

“What—.” I pull her into the attached bathroom and slam the door before making her bend over the vanity.

“You want to make it up to me? You want all to be forgiven and go back to the way it was?” I demand, our eyes locked in the mirror.

“Y-yes.”

“Then pull your dress back up and spread your legs.” I’m shaking with need, hanging on to the last bit of restraint I have left.

“You promise?” She whispers, already tugging her dress up then widening her stance as she sniffles. Her makeup is running but I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful. I love that she looks like that because of me.

“Yes. Arch your back. Stick your ass out.” I push down on her back and she juts her ass out as I step up behind her. I palm her bare ass, my cock leaking precum all over the pretty flesh.

“Are you going to wear a condom?” She whispers.

“What do you think?” I snap, guiding the head to her wet entrance.

“I-I’m not on anything. I’m a virgin.” I suspected that but having her confirm it only lights my blood on fire more. I’m the first to have her. She’s mine.

“Then you better hope I pull out in time.” Her eyes widen and I thrust in, tearing through her hymen in one go and making her scream out. She’s so wet that there’s very little resistance but I feel it when her opening finally gives. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skulls as her tight, wet, heat washes over me all the way down to my toes. I give her a moment to adjust, until she lifts her head and looks at me through the mirror.

“Pull your dress down. I want to see your tits while I fuck you.” I pull her upright by her hair and she whimpers, tightening around my cock and making me groan as she quickly frees her tits. I reach around to palm one, rolling the hardened bud between my fingers until she’s mewling and backing up against me.

“You’re so goddamn tight I can barely breathe.” I growl into her hair as I slide my hand up to squeeze her throat. Her hands find my waist as I slowly pull out half way then thrust back in. We both moan.

“Tell me it feels good.” I whisper, my lips grazing her ear as I give another short thrust.

“It does. It feels good.” Her breathy voice has me thrusting in harder and her sounds turn to pained whimpers, her nails digging in my hips.

“My good little broke toy.” I turn her head and kiss her hard, fucking her mouth with my tongue while I fuck her pussy with my cock. Her inner walls begin to quake and I know she’s close. Her lips wrap around my tongue, sucking it like she did my cock and I nearly lose it.

When I finally jerk away from her mouth she moans loudly against my lips, her eyes closed as she lets the pleasure wash over her. I hate that I like kissing her. I hate that I love the sounds she’s making.

I yank out with growl, noting the blood on my cock as I open the shower door and turn on the sprayer. I grab her arm and haul her in with me. She doesn’t protest as I shut the door and the hot water rains down on us. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, leaving her pussy and tits free, her heels on the bathroom floor, and her makeup now running down her face as her hair sticks to her.

She looks different now that I’ve been inside her. Like she’s no longer afraid and wants more of me.

“Legs together. Wrap your arms around my neck.” I instruct, pressing my body to hers as I guide my cock between her thighs. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck as we both watch my cock slide between her thighs. I bend my knees as I find her entrance and when I do, I thrust upwards and she cries out, her head falling back against the shower wall.

“Oh— god—.” She moans, pushing her tits against my chest as her back bows off the wall.

I don’t hold back as I fuck her hard and fast, resisting the urge to kiss her again or to lick up the water droplets running down her face. I want to taste her everywhere. I want to be inside her everywhere although I can’t get any closer. I brace one arm next to her head and grab her bouncing tit with my free hand, twisting her nipple.

She moans loudly, her hands fisting my hair as I fuck her way harder than any virgin should be fucked the first time. The sound of skin slapping skin increases along with her moans and whimpers.

“JJ!” My movements falter when she cums hard and suddenly, erupting from her so powerfully that she sucks in a breath to scream until I clamp my hand over her mouth. She shakes uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back as her pussy chokes the life out of me.

“Fucking shit.” I bite out, unable to hold mine back anymore as I step back and fist my cock. I only have to stroke it once and spurts of cum meet her tits, stomach, and mound. I love it.

We’re both panting for air and the water is starting to get cold but all I can think about is how I want to do that again. Only this time I want to fuck her in my bed until she screams my name, her nails leaving marks down my back.

She’s blinking at me, her eyes dazed with lust as she waits for my next move. I’m suddenly wishing she’d fought me more. But that just means that she gave in and trapped me in her web. I didn’t win. She did.

“Get out.”

“B-but—I don’t have any clothes!”

“Not my problem.”

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Can I be the helpless victim? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) Part 2

Hiii! Tbh I wasn’t gonna make a second part but….. why not! Not proofread, also this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s cringy or badly written.

NSFW!!, Cursing,mentions of reader being drugged, Yandere Peter and Miguel, mentions readers dead boyfriend, Threesome, reader is chained up at beginning, double penetration, pussy slapping, ass slapping, reader gets fucked dumb, Miguel vaguely threatens ready but don’t actually hurt her,use of “good girl”, possessive Miguel and Peter, SMUT!! Non-Con/Dub-con, Dead Dove Do not eat, MDNI!

Word count: 1.4K

Part 1

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Your head was aching as you began to drift back into consciousness, what a weird dream…

You let out a yawn as you open your eyes, the after effects of your deep slumber made your vision blur, wincing at the harsh light from ceiling light. You go to rub your eyes, but stopping once you notice your wrists are oddly heavy, and the faint nose of medal clinking rang through your ears. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, the dull ache suddenly turning into a massive pounding as you suddenly recall your last waking moments, hitting you like a freight train.

It wasn’t a dream.

Your heart jumps up into your throat as your breath quickened, your hands start to shake as you begin to sit up, only to feel a pair of chains on your ankles as well. You quickly began to squirm on the unfamiliar king size bed, attempting to pull yourself out of the chains knowing full well all your struggling would only result in tiring you out, but your mind was too frantic to think rationally at the moment. Eventually, your arms began to ache from the heavy metal, and the rattling only made your headache worse so you took in a deep breath and cleared your throat, attempting to use your own saliva to lubricate your throat.

“H-hello!” You manage to croak, ignoring the burning that followed, looking around the room. You felt like you were in a fever dream, the room was almost a one by one replica of yours except bigger, and all the pics you had hung up featuring your (now dead) boyfriend were replaced with photos of… wait…

“Angelita…You're up?” A voice asked from the hall, before footsteps were heard, your blood ran cold once the voice found your ears. You know that accent anywhere. You didn’t even realize you were still in the angel/Juliet costume for Halloween on, until he called you that.

“M-Miguel? Is that you?” You already knew the answer though. Your voice shook slightly with each syllable despite your hardest attempts to keep it calm. “What’s-what’s going on?”

There was a small pause, silent growing over the room as you wait for an answer, the only noise where the footsteps drawing closer and the slight shuffling of your chains and sheets as you try to find a more comfortable position in the bed, it was hard though when your heartbeat was so rapid that you could feel it pulsating in your ears.

“Finally… I thought for a bit I had put too much chloroform on the rag I gave Miguel.” A second voice spoke, making you all the more confused upon seeing the two enter the room, but the confusion turned into panic once again once you realized who it belong too.

“Pete-Miguel- you guys gonna let me go.” You pleaded as you try to yank at the chains once more, “Please- please- I don’t know what you want but-“

“Cálmate Angelita… you’re gonna injure those delicate wrists of yours…” Miguel says in an eerily calm tone as he and Peter walked up to you, one on either side of the bed, Miguel wrapping his callous hand around your restant, before giving it a tight squeeze. A pained whimper leaving your lips as he does so, neither of you had to say it out right to know that was a warning. One that said “be a good girl or I’ll break your wrists” and you didn’t want to see if he was just bluffing or not, you knew now what he was capable. What both of them were capable of.

“Don’t-don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me- don’t kill me!” The pleas came out rushed and frantic, letting them fall out of your mouth before your brain could stop the word vomit, fearing what would happen if you angered them for whatever reason. But instead of the angry reaction you were expecting, Peter smirked, a huff of air escaping through his nose as he leaned down, nuzzing your cheek with his nose. A deep and almost sadistic chuckle rumbles from his chest, his hot breath hitting your face, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. You wanted to move away but your body froze with fear as you felt his hand go to your stomach, before slowly trailing to the side then down, his index finger tracing a small heart over and over on the side of your hip.

“Anything?” Peter asked, and you swallowed down the limp that had formed in your throat.

Oh how you regret your words already.

—

“What do you say?” Peter asked, almost mockingly.

“Hmm-ahh… ahhh…”

“Poor girl, can’t even think anymore… probably fucked her little brain into mush.” Miguel cooed.

Another whine leaves your lips, your eyes roll so far back Peter could only see the whites of your eyes as he continues to thrust his hips up, his stamina nor his pace wavering despite the two of them having their way with you for over an hour now. He couldn’t help the groan that leaves his lips when Miguel pulls you back to lean against his tan and sweaty chest with a hash tug of your hair, your whine somehow becoming even higher. No matter how much Miguel and Peter have been dreaming of this day, none of it compared to how it was actually happening. Your lewd and borderline pornographic sounds enough for the two grown men to feel like horny teens waking up from their first wet dream.

Expect this was so much better than a wet dream, any fantasy, because it was real. You had finally given yourself to them, even though it wasn't exactly much of a choice, being bound to happen eventually, but the sooner the better. First your body then your mind will follow, and if you don’t, they’ll just fuck you till they pushed any thoughts of resistance out with their cocks, making your brain leak away from between your legs.

You felt so impossibly full, how both could fit inside you was a complete miracle, and you were so overstimulated, your moans turning into nothing but whine and whimpers, the hickies they had riddled all over your body didn’t help either. Your legs were shaking almost as much as the bed underneath you was, and you were sure if Miguel wasn’t guiding you up and down you wouldn’t have been able to move at all. Another gasp leaves your lips when you felt Miguel’s hand slap your left asscheek, followed by Peter hitting your sensitive clit with his palm repeatedly, squirming attempting to get away from their hands, but you didn’t really have anywhere to go as you clenched around them like a vase.

“Muñeca… I need you to try and think for a second…” Miguel said to you in between shallow breaths, you dumbly nodded, despite not comprehending a single word that was said to you. “What’s your name?” He had asked, not being able to hold a smirk from forming on his face. Peter only let out a small eye roll, already knowing where this was going. (Doll)

Your name? Why were they asking you what your name was? You licked your dry lips before attempting to speak.

“My-name…my name is-“

Thruuuust.

Your mouth hung open as you let out another whine. Peter let out a chuckle before dipping his head down into the crook of your neck, nibbling at the dark hickey he left.

“Come on pretty, don’t leave Miguel hanging, you know your name don’t you?” Peter teased, before tugging at the purple and red spot. You let out a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan, a whine and a borderline sob as you shook your head.

“Don’t-don’t know-fuck-don’t re-ahhh-remember… feels too good…”

“Fuck-who owns you?”

“You-ahhh- you do! Both of-fuckfuckfuck- you do!” You exclaimed without much thought, nothing thinking about anything else except the building in your lower stomach as you come close to your 5th orgasim.

“Good fucking girl.” The praise was enough to push you over the edge, your vision becoming spotty as your spasm and twitch uncontrollably around their members, their names falling from your lips like a mantra before eventually slumping over into Peter’s chest. Your breaths heavy as you allow your eyes to flutter shut, Miguel and Peter hold you onto you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as they lull you to sleep.

[pigeonpeach]

Yandere Genshin

Prompt: youve caught their eye but… you’re already taken… that won’t be a problem…

Cw: yandere duh, mentions of murder and violence, manipulation, kidnapping, etc. fem reader

Characters: Jean, Diluc,Yelan, Neuvillete

Jean finds herself more and more infuriated with your commitment everyday. A simple hunter from Springvale is the one that catches your eye? How absurd! She knew she should’ve been more forward with her tatics. Oh this frustration and heartbreak has been tormenting her, impacting her work ethic as she tries to give you space. But its hard because you work for her. A cutesy little maid. You belong to her.. you’re everything she could want in a partner. So delicate, so plump, you’re the perfect bride. There’s no way she’s letting a man who can’t read s kid’s book without struggle surpass her!

So… she staged a little accident lets say.. she happened to cut the patrols in the area, making them closer to the city itself. That way there still was protection for the city… just not for the hunters. For awhile they’d been complaining sbout how the patrols spooked the boar. Even though those patrols were meant to cut down and discourage hilichurl camps. From a political perspective she just gave the hunters what they wanted. To up the anti more she had Kaeya tell him about a legendary boar deep into the wilderness. How the boars get bigger in hilichurl camps because they’ve started to fence them off and fatten them up, if he goes at night when they’re asleep, he could surely nail himself a big boar and pass it as a authentic catch…

The short of it was this. Your almost boyfriend snuck into one of the biggest hilichurl camps without the knights patroling nearby. And Kaeya knowing Jean’s work was negatively impacted by him.. may or may not have done something to alert the hilichurls to the the intruder. Quickly he was overwhelmed and beaten. With no knight in sight he was all alone. His struggle only made the hilichurls more violent. They threw him out, beaten to a pulp. When he saw Kaeya he was relieved thinking he was saved. But Kaeya had orders to finish the job of need be.

His death? A accident. Later hunters found him rotting near the camp, no foul play found. No one knew of his idea or who gave it to him, or who gave that person the idea. In your devastation you ended up right in her arms weeping.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I’ll make sure patrols return to normal and those camps are wiped out soon enough. I won’t let you experience such hardship ever again.” Crying to your boss felt so unprofessional but Jean was just so comforting to you. You had been putting on a brave face until now. You stood as she held you. “Lisa bought me this tea recently. It helps to steady my mind when I’m stressed, would you like me to give you some. I know it won’t remove your pain but it should help you somewhat. Unfortunately I can’t give you time off as two others are currently sick. But once they’re back I’ll give you some vacation okay?” She wiped your tears as you nodded.

“Th-that’s reasonable.. th-thank you.. oh god i must be such a burden. You’re already so stressed i didn’t mean to make it worse for you-“

“That’s not the case at all. I care about you. I want you to be safe and happy as every citizen in Mondstadt should be.” She kissed your forehead as she handed you the cup she prepared. “Here drink some tea. It was originally for me but I figure you need it more. I haven’t dranken from it.”

“Y-you’re sure that’s okay? I don’t mind waiting for another cup.” You asked. Oh how innocent you looked. Jean hated how she had to come to this, asking Lisa for a love spell to be put into the tea. But she couldn’t risk doing this to every suitor who got close to success. She needed to make sure you chose her otherwise she might go further next time.

“Its fine.” She said. You drank it with no further complaints.

Diluc was certain this was some sick prank. You, his beloved little maid, in love with nothing more than a simple merchant? Its not uncommon for the route from dawn winery to be used. But a certain merchant he purchased seeds from seemed to be getting far too close to you. Sure you two weren’t dating, he hadn’t even made the first step. But now he was absolutely was going to take drastic measures.

The first step: Distract you. You found yourself being assigned to chores more indoors an less outdoors. Diluc could sense how you would look out beyond hoping to see him again and he didn’t want that to continue. The second step was to lure said merchant back on a day you weren’t working. His arrival was horrible as the maids had all gone home leaving Diluc and Adelinde to recieve him, on a new moon, there was no moon to illuminate his path home so Diluc offered him to stay the night. He thought of this gratefully, originally the death Diluc planned was a simple killed in his sleep. But when he asked about you… oh it activated something in him. He even brought you a gift… how thoughtful… Diluc struggled to maintain his composure.

The merchant never did make it past the night. Despite his struggles. His body found beneath the bridge near Stone Gate. A investigation launched but ultimately blamed on bandits. With it his gift was smashed. You were devastated yes but your employer seemed to suddenly be more attentive than usual. He offered you meals and tea. Often requesting just to talk to you.

“Its getting late. I really should be going.” You set the tea cup back. “This was nice though. I wouldn’t mind doing this again but… oh.. is it raining?” You look out to see water coating the windows as what sounding like rain came from outside.

“Oh my it appears to be. At this hour you would be most vulnerable if you left now. You have no pets correct?”

“No.. oh dear…” you silently began to worry.

“You could always.. stay over. There is many a guest room and there’s spare pajamas for you. I’m certain it’ll be better than getting sick. Besides there’s bandits on the roads at these hours. You remember what happened to that merchant.” His voice luring you to s false sense of safety.

“Yes… I’ve been quite nervous going home now to be honest. Do you know if they ever found who did it?”

“Still nothing. Guards are posted more though. But it wpuld be easier. You do have a early shift here anyways in the morning so you wouldn’t need to go home right away. If that sounds alright.” He says, you jolted slightly as his hand gently grazed yours as you held your jacket. At that moment thunder clapped, startling you.

“I suppose that makes sene. I’ll take you up on that offer then..” you smiled shyly.

“I’ll lead you to your room then.”

He wasn’t going to let you leave.

(A/n: this is a alternative route to my other work Yelan vs Pantalone, dont consider this cannon to that piece but as its own spinoff)

Everyone has secrets. And Yelan’s is the fact that she stole a bride straight from Pantalone. It was mostly just to spite him, and also because she’s a sucker for a pretty face and couldn’t stand letting that happen. But oh they’re far more irresistible than she could’ve imagined. Now that they’re safely hidden in the jade chamber, working as a intern. She’s been visiting them when she comes to visit Ninguang, lucky her that Ninguang would allow her little damsel to stay in the jade chamber. But while her back was turned to her former life, she set her eyes on the people once known as parents to them. Her little Damsel cannot return to her former identity ever. And thus its better for her to believe that Pantalone went back on his word and killed them.

And that’s exactly what ended up happening. The Fatui’s search was halted and stopped because the Millieth wasn’t going to let the Fatui kill civilians just because they lost a bride. Even though they insisted they didn’t all signs pointed to that. She then forged documents to show to her beloved little damsel that this was the plan from the beginning, that Pantalone would have killed her parents upon acquiring her. Like the others so far, she used this opportunity to soothe them and bring them closer. At least this way they are alive and safe rather than in the hands of their families killer. Only… they are infact in the arms of their families killer. All seemed well until some stupid guard started poking around. He seemed more interested in courting them, believing they myst secretly be from s powerful family outside of Liyue and hiding. It was a rumor she purposely started to cover for their true identity. But now it backfired as this man saw a opportunity to climb up the social ladder. She isn’t quite sure what his exact plan was but her guess was he intended to make her fall for him and then marry him when she returned to her life, this guaranteeing a life of luxury. Unfortunately for him that won’t be the case. But Yelan can’t go killing her own. So she decided to simply use her influence to have him demoted to ground work instead. Convincing Ningguang that if allowed to stay he’ll uncover their scheme. The reason given to him was that apparently he was too loud or social than was acceptable in such environments. Afterwards he died to a hilichurl raid. Whoops.

“You.. you got my stuff?” You were surprised when she came to you with a crate.

“Yes, since legally you’re dead, your parents stuff was sold at auction at request of your family members. I grabbed what I remembered you valued myself.” She said with s smile as you beamed at the sight of your old things.

“It won’t raise suspicions will it?” Yu asked.

“I won’t let it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about the details.” She said patting you.

“I-i don’t know what I could do to repay you. You’ve done so much for me i-i truly have never had someone like you in my life.” You looked at her expecting a sort of humble brush off or something to actually be named.

“A date would be nice. Once everything cools down of course.” Her voice was like a purr, making you flustered.

“O-oh sure.. as long as it won’t cause you any trouble.”

“Perfect.” She said. You didn’t see it but she was considering drugging your tea that sat on the table behind her. A love potion, how typical but how effective. But seeing your blush she could tell you had infact fallen for her already. Which made the potion more of a backup if you ever lost feelings.

Neuvillete is anything but dishonest. But… seeing you cling to the arm of a guard, how happy you two looked.. it left him green with envy and red with wrath. To control himself he decided to simply change the guards routine to be out of your way. But you just went to meet them after work. His favorite little employee falling for the guard rather than him.. he felt deeply insulted.

Time for more drastic measures. He asks a favor from the clueless and happy Sedene (a simple melusine) to sneak into his house. To which she happens to find something. Just as planned he spends his time arranging scenarios to increase suspicion causing the other guards perform a check up right as he is planted with primordial sea water. He is quickly taken away to be questioned. Meanwhile you are distraught. You never thought him capable of such feats. But alas he was hardly the man you thought he was.

“I-I’m so sorry.. i truly didn’t know anything… i- Oh god ll this time..” you were hyperventilating as you were brought into questioning. “I-i.. oh god.. am i in danger? I could’ve ended up just like those missing girls..” Neuvillette’s hands reached out to your space as if to tell you to quiet down.

“I understand this situation is difficult. If necessary I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself. There isn’t any reason I have to suspect you but I still have to take precautions. You agreed to the random house search and no trace of seawater was found. I’m simply asking if he told you of anything suspicious or gave you any implications of his true nature.” He lowered his voice in a more gentle manner than he would in court. You sniffled as you wiped your tears.

“He.. he did keep inviting me to his place. I never went though. I didn’t think we were far along to do such things.. you know like… intimacy..” you nervously muttered. He still heard you, he was pleased to know you two didn’t get too serious.

“Were you two officially a couple?”

“No.. but we were close… i was going to ask him but then this all happened and… you know the story from there.”

“Hmm.. I see. It appears you infact were a target. Is there any reason you can think of?” He says. The sight of you so heartbroken and shaking is strangely attractive to him. So timid, so easily manipulated.

“No.. no not at all.. i don’t understand why?” You seemed more and more frightened. “S-should i not leave the house for a bit. This sounds very scary.. i don’t know if I can continue my routine as normal like this!” You whimpered as your hands seemed to get closer to your body. As if you retreating into she’ll to hide in.

“Fear not, I’ll have the secret patrol watch over. And each guard will undergo inspections from here onward. But i will be seeing you more. I want at least weekly updates to know of any strange activities or unexpected changes. Understand?” He said. You nodded. “With my life, I promise you, you will be safe. And I will let no harm come to you.. ever.”

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat, Chapter 8: Her Absence.

Summary: Wednesday isn't sure which she detests more, your presence.. or your absence.

Warnings: LightAngst! EmotionallyConfusedWednedsay! WHIPPED WEDNESDAY!

[ It took me longer than expected because I was so confused about certain parts but big thanks to @ortegalvr and @cobaltperun for their helpful insights! ]

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

Worklist.

Wednesday was trying to process the string of events that had led her here—walking beside you after a night of vulnerability that she couldn’t quite shake off. The camp, the spiked coffee, her uncharacteristic confessions—it was all a blur. But the one thing that stood out, You. It infuriated her, how your presence gnawed at her thoughts.

“You good Wends? You look like you’re plotting at least ten different ways to murder me.”

“Eleven,” she deadpanned, her arms crossed as she continued walking.

You laughed, not fazed in the slightest. “Glad to see you haven’t changed after last night. Honestly, I’m torn between which Wednesday I like better.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” she muttered.

“Nope,”

As you reached the hallway that led to your dorms, you stopped, turning to face her. “Well, this is me,” you said, pointing to the corridor that led to your room.

Wednesday’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. She hadn’t expected you to leave so abruptly. It felt…off.

"Don’t look so sad, Addams,” you said with a grin. “I’ll see you around.”

“Sad?” she scoffed, crossing her arms tighter. “The only emotion I’ll feel is relief.”

“Of course,” you replied, unconvinced. “Just try not to miss me too much.”

With that, you gave her a mock salute and turned, walking down the hallway with a casual wave over your shoulder. She stood there for a moment, watching you leave. There was a part of her—a very small, minuscule part— that found the sudden quiet... unsettling.

With a sharp shake of her head, she dismissed the feeling and turned on her heel, making her way back to her own dorm.

Upon entering, she found Enid sprawled across her bed, scrolling through her phone. The moment she noticed Wednesday, she perked up with a bright smile.

“Hey!” Enid chirped, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Where were you last night? How was the therapy session?”

Wednesday resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Excruciating. As expected."

Enid tilted her head, clearly skeptical but not one to push. “Huh. Well, it must’ve been really bad ‘cause, um…” Enid trailed off, her eyes traveling down Wednesday’s frame. “Nice clothes. But they’re, uh, a bit big on you.”

Wednesday froze. Her eyes slowly dropped to the clothes she was wearing—clothes that definitely didn’t belong to her. They were yours. Damn it.

Enid’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Wait, are those Y/N’s clothes?”

Wednesday turned away, her expression carefully neutral, but the heat rising to her face was undeniable.

“Oh my god!” Enid squealed, practically bouncing off the bed. “You spent the night at Y/N’s place! This is huge! You never do sleepovers! You always say no to me and Yoko! Why didn’t you invite me though?” She pouted, clearly in full gossip mode.

“Because nothing of significance happened,” Wednesday replied, her tone as icy as she could manage.

Enid wasn’t buying it. “Uh-huh, sure. And the fact that you’re still wearing Y/N’s clothes means nothing at all, right? Like, absolutely no hidden meaning? No secret story?” she teased.

Wednesday gritted her teeth, annoyed with both Enid and the situation.

"The only thing ‘secret’ here is how you’ve managed to survive this long without me murdering you in your sleep."

"Wow, rude," Enid huffed, though her expression remained playful."But seriously, what happened? Come on, spill the tea!"

Wednesday let out a sharp sigh. It was clear Enid wasn’t going to shut up until she gave her something.

"I was accidentally incapacitated last night," Wednesday admitted stiffly. "I had to spend the night in Y/n's house."

Enid blinked in surprise. "Wait, what? You were incapacitated? Like… drunk?" Her eyes widened with excitement. "No way! Wednesday Addams got drunk?"

"I wasn’t drunk," Wednesday snapped. "I was drugged. There’s a difference."

Enid’s grin only widened. "Oh my gosh, who drugged you? Was it a prank? Are they dead?"

"Not yet, but soon." Yeah, Rick is going to pay. Time to plan her revenge. Enid pulled her out of her thoughts. "Sooo… are we just going to ignore the fact that you are still wearing Y/N’s clothes" Time to plan her revenge after getting out of your clothes.

But as she yanked off your shirt and tossed it onto the bed, something caught her attention—the faint scent of you still lingering on the fabric. It was subtle but undeniable, and it made something unfamiliar and unsettling stir in her chest.

Whatever this was, whatever you were doing to her—it was becoming dangerous.

So what now... Wednesday found herself at a loss for what to do. She had spent so much time in your chaotic orbit this week that now, without you by her side, the day felt strangely dull. It was irritating how much of an impact you'd had. Perhaps that ridiculous spiked coffee had affected her more than she’d realized. Or maybe it was the fact that her thoughts kept circling back to you, which was even more disturbing.

Enough of this nonsense. She wasn’t some emotional weakling who would pine over someone’s absence. There was plenty to occupy her time.

She marched over to her bookshelf and grabbed the thickest volume she could find—a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s complete works. She sat down, flipped the book open, and forced herself to read. But the words were just that—words. No matter how many pages she turned, they refused to hold her attention. Her mind kept wandering back to your face, the way you looked when you smiled, and the way you’d been…different last night, more serious, more caring. She hated how vividly she remembered every moment.

Stop it. She slammed the book shut with more force than necessary, the sound reverberating through the quiet room. This was absurd. You were nothing more than a distraction—a temporary one at that. She could certainly live without you for a day.

Wednesday pulled out her textbooks, intending to immerse herself in something productive. But after hours of skimming through botanical studies and historical analyses, she found herself staring blankly at the pages, unable to retain any of the information.

She groaned inwardly. What is happening to her? She had always prided herself on her focus, her ability to block out anything unnecessary. Yet here she was, unable to shake the thought of you, and it was driving her insane.

It was late afternoon when her phone rang, snapping her out of her daze. She glanced at the screen—David. She answered with her usual briskness.

"What?" she said, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Hey, Wednesday," David replied, his voice sounding unusually hesitant. "I just wanted to call and… well, apologize for yesterday. I should’ve been paying closer attention. For Rick's mistake, I feel responsible."

“You should feel responsible,” she said without sugarcoating it. “And Rick will answer for it. I’ve already begun plotting his untimely demise.”

David let out a nervous chuckle, clearly unsure whether she was joking or not. “Right… anyway, I also wanted to apologize personally. I feel pretty guilty about everything, so I was thinking of hosting a small dinner tomorrow night. Just to make up for it."

“I’m not interested in another therapy session,” Wednesday replied flatly, ready to end the call.

“It’s not a therapy session,” David reassured her. “Just dinner. A way for me to say sorry properly. I’ve invited the others too, along with their partners. I thought… well, I was hoping you might bring Y/N as well.”

For a brief moment, Wednesday’s brain screamed no. There was no way she would subject herself to more of this insufferable socializing. And yet… there were you. She had spent so much time with you this week that the thought of another evening in your presence—annoying as you were—had some strange allure to it.

Before she even realized what she was saying, Wednesday heard herself agree. “Fine. I’ll be there.”

“Great,” David said, relief evident in his tone. “Dinner’s at seven. Hope to see you there.”

Wednesday hung up the phone, staring at the screen for a moment longer than necessary. What had just happened?

Frustrated with herself, she tossed her phone aside and walked over to her desk. She moved to her typewriter.

The keys clicked with sharp precision as her fingers danced across them, bringing Viper’s world back to life. Viper, like her, was strong, solitary, and focused. Viper didn’t let anyone close enough to break her concentration. Viper does not allow distractions.

But the story wasn’t coming together. She stared at the page, trying to force the next sequence of events to unfold in her mind. Where was Viper supposed to go from here? What was her next move?

Her fingers hesitated above the keys. Nothing.

An unsettling feeling crept up her spine. For the past few days, she had tried to work on Viper’s story, only to be met with this same void. It was unacceptable. She had never experienced such a thing before—this sudden lack of inspiration, this… inability to progress. It was as though some unseen force was blocking her creativity.

“Writer’s block,” they called it. What a ridiculous concept. How could someone as brilliant as her be struck down by something so petty?

Wednesday had had enough. She craved the solace of something familiar—something that could pull her out of this maddening state. The cello.

Yes. That would do.

After dinner, Wednesday retrieved her cello and carried it to the balcony. She carefully set up the instrument, it's been some time but her skill is still the same.

And then, something caught her eye.

Down below, near the gates of Nevermore, she saw you. You were standing alone, glancing around as if waiting for someone. It was late, almost midnight—what were you doing out there? Where were you going?

She couldn’t explain it, but something about the way you stood there, the way you looked—nervous, distracted—made her feel that annoying, unsettling tug in her chest again.

Before she even realized what she was doing, she was walking. Her feet carried her down the stairs, out of the house, and through the courtyard. She didn’t question her actions until she was already standing beside you.

“Where are you going?” she asked,

“Jesus, you need to stop doing that, Wednesday!” You clutched your chest, eyes wide with surprise. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Wednesday was unfazed, her dark eyes narrowing. “Answer the question.”

That nervous gesture—it was familiar. You had the same look when Bianca had asked where you were at the end of last year. The way you averted your eyes, “Um… tomorrow, it’s a family function. My aunt’s having a baby,” the words tumbling out as if rehearsed. The hesitation in your voice didn’t escape her, and her instincts flared to life.

Lies. Wednesday could smell them a mile away. But she didn’t press. Not yet. The first rule of interrogation was never to reveal that she knew someone was lying—not until she had all the pieces. She would let you think you had her fooled, for now.

“David invited you to a dinner tomorrow” Wednesday stated, her voice sharp, as if daring you to avoid the question.

“Oh,” you replied, your posture relaxing slightly. “I’ll be there.”

You offered her a small smile, but Wednesday wasn’t convinced.

Her eyes remained on you, unblinking. You were nervous, your gaze flitting between her and the gate.

"Look, I’ll see you tomorrow evening," you said, flashing a quick, almost forced smile. "I have to go, but I promise I’ll be there for dinner."

Before she could respond, a car pulled up, and you glanced back at it with obvious relief. You turned to leave, not even offering a goodbye. Yet, as you stepped into the car, you looked back at her. Wednesday noticed something strange in your eyes. A flicker of something she couldn’t quite place—fear, distress, sadness, regret?

And as your car disappeared into the distance, Wednesday felt that hollow, irritating emptiness return. It gnawed at her, digging its claws deeper into her chest. The feeling was familiar by now, but that didn’t make it any less infuriating.

She had been alone her entire life, and she preferred it that way. But lately, your absence felt far more unsettling than your presence.

Since the start of this… whatever it was between you two, just when she thought she had you figured out, you went and did something like this—leaving her standing alone in the courtyard.

Wednesday tried to rationalize her emotions. This was all a temporary lapse, nothing more. Soon, she would return to her usual self—focused, sharp, and unburdened by these absurd feelings.

Enid had already gone to bed by the time Wednesday entered the room, thankfully sparing her any more of the bubbly werewolf's questions.

Good. Wednesday needed the silence, the chance to process everything without any distractions. She slid into bed, pulling the covers over her and lying rigidly on her back, folding her arms across her chest.

Back to the start, you had needed her help to break out that old woman from the asylum for her wedding. So, she thought that's it, that must be the reason. But Wednesday cursed herself for not prying in further, she should've investigated why was that important for you.

And then, you trying to get close to her, you had said you have no intention, that you just want to be her... wait you hadn't said anything about that... you never called her friend like Enid does.

So.. it's not friendship that you seek... so.. did you seek?

No, it can't be, It felt wrong. This whole thing felt wrong.

It felt like you had dug a space in her mind and settled there without permission. No, not permission. Permission would have been refused immediately. This... this was more like you had just sauntered in, hung your jacket beside her coat, and sat on the sofa beside Wednesday despite her repeated protests.

It wasn’t just your lies that bothered her. It was the vulnerability she had shown around you—the things she had said, it was the uncomfortable feeling, of how you can use them against her.

But what was your secret? And why did it matter? Wednesday didn’t care about people’s secrets unless they were her enemies. So why did she care about yours? How had she allowed this to happen? How had she, of all people, let you get under her skin so deeply? It was unacceptable. She hated how easily you disarmed her with your presence, with that damnable smile that haunted her even now.

And then, there was the look, the look you gave her, the one that reflected her own... fear of vulnerbility. You surrounded by trees? In the forest? It was dark. Wednesday tried to focus on that memory,

"It’ll be... selfish." your voice, what would be selfish? What did you tell her? What did she tell you?

Sleep did not come easily. Her thoughts kept racing, kept circling back to you, no matter how hard she tried to focus on something—anything—else. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and she slipped into a fitful sleep, her dreams plagued by fragmented images of you and the growing sense that something was very, very wrong.

The next morning, Wednesday awoke feeling no more rested than the night before. Her body had gone through the motions of sleep, but her mind had never truly shut off. The moment she opened her eyes, her thoughts immediately returned to you, as if you had somehow managed to occupy her mind even in her unconscious state.

She got ready with her usual efficiency, pulling on her black uniform, Enid as always, was still snoring. Wednesday checked that cursed device they call phone, You hadn’t called, hadn’t texted—not that she wanted you to. Or so she told herself.

By the time she made her way to the quad for breakfast, Wednesday was in a foul mood. She scanned the area out of habit, her eyes searching for you among the usual group of Nevermore students gathered at their usual spots. Of course, you weren't there, you had "family function".

“Howdy Roomie!” Enid called out behind her “When did you wake up? I didn't hear you leave!”

“Just because I live in the same room as you, Enid, doesn't mean I owe you a detailed schedule of my movements,” Wednesday responded dryly.

“Someone’s grumpy,” Enid teased.

Wednesday shot her a glare that could freeze the sun.

Enid, Yoko, Eugene, and Bianca were deep in conversation, laughing about something Enid had said. Wednesday was beside them with her usual indifference, though her gaze kept flickering to the empty spot where you would have been. They were loud, their chattering, yet it felt so silent, without your voice.

“So where is Y/n?” Bianca’s voice broke through Wednesday’s thoughts.

She turned her head sharply, eyes narrowing at Bianca. “Why would I know? I am not her keeper.” she snapped, her voice cold and clipped.

Bianca raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Wednesday’s defensiveness. “You two have been... close lately. Thought you’d know.”

Close. The word grated at Wednesday, like sandpaper against raw skin. No, if you were close you would have been here, or at least told her the truth of your whereabouts.

“I don’t make it my business to monitor the movements of others. Unlike you,” Wednesday retorted.

Bianca shrugged, but a small smirk played at the edges of her lips. “Okay Okay, I was just curious.”

The first class of the day was worse. The seat next to her was conspicuously empty. Wednesday scowled at it, as though willing you to appear. The lecture droned on, but her focus wasn’t on the words being spoken. It was on the empty chair. It was on the fact that you should have been there, irritating her with snide remarks or unnecessary commentary.

She shouldn’t miss that. She didn’t miss that.

But her eyes kept straying to the clock. Each passing minute seemed slower than the last, a constant reminder that you weren’t there. It was irrational. Ridiculous. Yet every second without your presence felt... wrong. As if a rhythm she hadn’t even realized she’d fallen into had been disrupted. She glanced at the clock again. And again. Till finally, the clock hit 7 pm.

Wednesday found herself mechanically preparing for the dinner David had invited you both to. She didn’t bother dressing up for the occasion—her usual black hoodie would suffice. The entire time, her phone remained maddeningly silent. Not a single call. Not a single text from you.

Should she call you? Of course not. That would be absurd. But the thought gnawed at her anyway, clinging to the back of her mind like a stubborn shadow. What if you didn’t show up? What if you weren’t coming at all?

Wednesday clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening around her phone. No, she wouldn’t call you. She refused to be the one to reach out first. If you wanted to disappear, then fine. She didn’t care.

The restaurant was nothing extravagant or special, a humble spot in the town that seemed to fit David’s predictable lack of taste. The sign above flickered slightly, as if unsure of its own existence, much like her own certainty about coming here.

Her eyes flicked over the tables. Rick, Ashley, Mike, Brooke, Alex, and Milo were already seated, laughing like the therapy group of over-sharers they were. She felt her stomach twist in disdain. The chatter grated on her nerves, each of them blissfully unaware of her silent disdain. And, worse than the noise, worse than their faces, worse than the cheap ambiance... you weren’t there.

David noticed her the moment she walked in, his smile broad and annoyingly warm as he approached. “Wednesday! I was worried you wouldn’t come,” he said, sounding like he might actually care.

“I rarely miss an opportunity to endure forced social interactions,” she replied flatly, the sarcasm dripping along with the poison from her words.

David chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head as his eyes shifted behind her. He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Uh, where’s Y/N? I thought you two would come together.”

A spike of irritation shot through Wednesday. She was used to deflecting these kinds of questions, but your absence had put her in an even worse mood than usual. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Y/N left Nevermore yesterday night and hasn’t attended school today. She said she would be here, but evidently, she lied,” she snapped, her words harsh and biting.

David blinked, clearly surprised by the venom in her tone. “I’m sure she’s just running late,” he offered, trying to sound reassuring.

He led her to the table, where the others greeted her with exaggerated enthusiasm. Rick, in particular, seemed eager to make amends for the chaos he had caused at the camping trip.

“Hey, Wednesday,” Rick started, sounding awkward. “I just wanted to, uh, apologize again for the whole... coffee thing. I really didn’t mean to spike it. It was an accident, I swear.” Rick kept talking, but his voice, somehow, slowly became mute. She didn’t even register what he was saying anymore. The door of the restaurant had opened again, and everything else—the chatter, the dim lighting, the forced smiles of her peers—faded into the background.

There you were.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Wednesday’s composure faltered. Her usually steady pulse quickened. She sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing in an attempt to maintain her usual detached scrutiny, but it was no use. You had walked in, and she was momentarily frozen.

Wednesday swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Her heart was beating just a little too fast, and it annoyed her to no end. This wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be reacting like this. She shouldn’t feel her pulse quicken just because you had walked into a room.

But there it was, undeniable and infuriating. You looked like the embodiment of everything she despised and everything she was inexplicably drawn to. You weren’t trying to make an entrance, weren’t seeking the spotlight, but in that moment, you had all of her attention.

You weren’t dressed in anything overly elaborate—no dazzling sequins, no shimmering fabric. You wore a simple red square-neck dress, its clean lines flattering your form without drawing attention to itself. And yet, the sight of you was enough to render Wednesday utterly still.

Wednesday understood you weren’t trying to be beautiful. You were just being you.

And you were beautiful. It was a problem.

You finally turned your gaze to her, your eyes locking onto hers. And for a moment, the air felt heavy between you, charged with something unspeakable. You smiled softly—just a small curve of your lips—but it was enough to make her feel like the ground beneath her feet had shifted.

David noticed her distraction and followed her gaze, grinning when he saw you.

"See?" he whispered to Wednesday. "Told you she was just late."

But Wednesday barely heard his words. She was still staring at you, trying to make sense of the strange, unfamiliar feelings swirling inside her chest. She had spent her entire life keeping people at arm’s length, priding herself on her emotional detachment. And yet here you were, unraveling her carefully constructed walls with nothing more than your presence.

It was infuriating. It was terrifying.

As you approached the table, you gave a small wave to the group, a smile playing on your lips. "Hey, Wednesday," you said, your voice soft but clear, like the distant echo of something she couldn’t quite reach. Your smile—not the mischievous grin you often wore, but a more subdued, almost nervous smile. It sent a jolt through her, as if you had managed to slip past every wall she had carefully built around herself.

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words—whatever they were supposed to be—stuck in her throat. She managed a nod, her face betraying nothing, but inside… inside, everything was spiraling out of control.

David clapped his hands together, breaking the tension. "We were just about to start. Come on, have a seat."

He gestured to the chair next to Wednesday, the one that had remained conspicuously empty all evening. You hesitated for a fraction of a second before walking over and sitting down beside her.

The moment you were that close, Wednesday’s entire body went rigid. She stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the fact that you were there, sitting next to her, your arm occasionally brushing against hers.

The dinner began, but it felt more like a performance. The others were talking, laughing, passing plates of food around the table, but you… you were quiet. Too quiet.

It wasn’t like you to be this reserved, you weren’t teasing her with that infuriating sense of humor.

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the puzzle. Why weren’t you being your usual irritating self? Why weren’t you joking or nudging her like you always did? There was something off about your behavior tonight, something that tugged at the edges of Wednesday’s awareness, unsettling her.

She wanted to ask. No, she needed to ask. But the words caught in her throat. This wasn’t supposed to happen—this wasn’t supposed to matter to her. You weren’t supposed to matter to her.

Yet here you were, sitting so close to her and being so distant at the same time.

Brooke, sitting a few seats down from you, leaned forward suddenly, “Okay, so… not to bring up that night’s chaos, but who the hell cut my hair?” she asked, gesturing toward her now uneven, poorly trimmed pink strands.

Wednesday felt a small smirk tug at the corner of her lips, the memory of her drunken state returning in flashes. She was about to open her mouth and claim responsibility—it had, after all, been her doing.

But before Wednesday could utter a word, your voice cut through the air for the first time that night.

"It was Rick."

It wasn’t loud, barely more than a casual statement, but the effect was immediate. Everyone at the table believed you since you were the only one who had been sober that night. Except Rick who was halfway through a bite of his food, choked and dropped his fork onto the table with a clatter. "What?" he sputtered, eyes wide with disbelief. "I didn’t—I don't-"

Ashley, sitting next to him, elbowed him sharply in the ribs, “Rick! Seriously?”

He groaned, clutching his side. "I didn’t do anything! Not that I remember but why am I getting blamed for everything tonight?"

Brooke huffed but eventually seemed to relent, giving Rick one last glare before she picked up her drink and took a long, deliberate sip. Ashley, meanwhile, gave Rick another jab in the ribs for good measure,

"It’s still your fault, whether you like it or not."

"Why would it be only my fault? You were the one who brought "the thing" instead of sugar from my bag." Rick complained,

"Why do you even carry "the thing" everywhere?"

"I told I you had business to do!"

David, sensing the tension building around the table, cleared his throat and jumped in to defuse the situation. "Okay, okay, let’s not start throwing accusations around. It was a crazy night. Mistakes were made… coffee was spiked, hair was cut, feelings were probably hurt—let’s just chalk it up to that, yeah?"

The conversation continued, drifting into lighter topics as David worked hard to steer it back toward safer ground. He asked about everyone’s week, threw in some jokes about their upcoming therapy sessions,

But you… you had gone quiet again.

You sat there, eyes fixed on your plate, barely acknowledging the conversation swirling around you. For anyone else at the table, it probably wouldn’t have mattered. They were used to people drifting in and out of conversations, especially when it came to group dinners like this. But for Wednesday, it was suffocating. Every second that passed with you sitting there, silent, felt like an eternity, gnawing at her nerves.

You had spoken, and it had been to protect her. To cover for her, even though she hadn’t asked for it. She hadn’t needed your protection—she could handle everything, and she would’ve gladly taken the credit for the butchered haircut. Yet, you had lied, shifted the blame onto Rick without a second thought.

Wednesday’s mind raced, trying to make sense of it. Was this part of your strange behavior tonight? Was this quietness a deliberate choice, a game? Or was there something else, something you weren’t telling her?

As the others continued their conversations, laughing and chatting as though nothing was out of the ordinary, Wednesday found herself unable to focus. She could barely hear what they were saying, too caught up in the growing frustration of your silence. She wanted you to be annoying again. She wanted the teasing, the jabs, the irritating banter that had become so… familiar.

But now, you were just sitting there, quiet. Too quiet. And for Wednesday Addams, that was a far more dangerous game than any words you could have thrown her way.

She had been hyper-aware of your presence throughout the dinner, glancing at you periodically, waiting for you to say something, to return to the version of you that had been irritating her since the start. But you never did. And now, as the group stepped out onto the street, Wednesday’s eyes subconsciously searched for you again—hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’d finally break the silence and offer some sarcastic remark to alleviate the tension in her chest.

But then— Whoosh!

A burst of light flared up, and someone screamed. Everyone turned, staring in disbelief.

Rick’s car was on fire.

A full-blown, blazing fire, with flames licking the dark sky and smoke pouring out of the engine. Rick stood frozen, his jaw hanging open, his eyes wide with pure horror as he pointed uselessly at the inferno.

"My car! What the hell happened to my car!?"

Wednesday, equally shocked, stared at the flaming vehicle. Her first instinct was to analyze the situation—had someone sabotaged it? Set it on fire? But before she could process any logical explanation, she felt a dozen pairs of eyes turn to her.

Everyone was looking at her.

She arched an eyebrow, completely confused. "What?"

David tilted his head, "Uh, well... it is something you'd do."

Wednesday crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at them. "As much as I love the idea of committing arson," she replied dryly, "I assure you, I had nothing to do with this."

But before anyone could say another word, they heard a burst of laughter.

Everyone turned to see Brooke standing by the car, holding—of all things—a gas canister, her face flushed with amusement. She doubled over, clutching her sides as she cackled uncontrollably, practically giddy with delight.

“When did she—" Mike started, his eyes widening in disbelief. “When did that happen?”

Rick groaned, his hand dragging down his face in defeat. “Brooke, my car! You set my car on fire!”

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if setting a vehicle ablaze was just another Tuesday for her. “Yeah, well, you deserved it. Consider it payback for my hair!"

Rick sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t getting out of this unscathed. “I mean, I did kinda deserve it, but still... my car, Brooke.”

"Its a Honda Odyssey, she did you a favor by burning it." Ashley joked.

"She is crazier than I thought," Mike mumbled.

“Okay, everyone! Let’s not panic. We’ll, uh, figure something out. Probably not now, but soon. Really soon.” David scratched the back of his head. “Maybe we should call a fire service.”

Wednesday, who had been watching the chaotic scene unfold, found herself caught between irritation and amusement.

But then, a different thought crossed her mind. She hadn’t heard you laugh. You, who always had a sarcastic comment or a snide remark ready. You, who would’ve probably had some offhand comment about Brooke’s arson. But the space beside her was… empty.

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides as she forced herself to focus on the scene in front of her, trying to ignore the nagging thought in the back of her mind. Trying to ignore the fact that you had disappeared without a word, Trying to ignore the fact that you left her without even saying goodbye. Trying to ignore the fact that, despite the fire and the chaos unfolding around her, all she could think about was the empty space beside her where you should have been.

But it was hard ignoring all that.

It was really, really hard.

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Don’t Let Yourself Fade Away (Spencer Reid x GN!Reader)

A/N: Hello there! This one’s a little sad, but it was healing to write. Seeing Spence get shut down sometimes when he gets so animated and excited about the most random topics breaks my neurodivergent heart, so here’s to not only him, but anyone else who feels shut out when they talk about their true passions in life <3 - Mod Ghost

p.s. thank you to everyone 🥺❤️

“The average lifespan of a human is about 73.5 years, and your ears never truly stop growing in that time so if you think about it…” Spence trailed off, just as he was about to finish his sentence. 

“...What were you about to say, sweetheart?” I ask, having been quiet up until now as I listened to him speak. I could tell just by looking at him that he’d gone somewhere deep in that big head of his, and I have no idea what caused it. He suddenly had this glazed over look to his eye and it hurt my heart to look at it. Whatever it was, I wanted to gently pull him back to me.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing, it’s uh, not important. Are you hungry?” He asked as he started to stand off the couch in his apartment where we were both sitting, but stopped when I grabbed his wrist so he could look back at me with those big eyes that looked like they belonged on a puppy and not my boyfriend. 

“It’s not nothing, Spence, why’d you stop talking?” I gently tugged on his arm, trying to get him to sit back down with me.

Spencer looked confused, as if it somehow made less sense for me to ask why he stopped talking than for him to go quiet mid thought. He stood there silently for a moment before sitting back next to me, sheepishly piping up again, “I’ve calculated the amount of time it takes for others to either become disinterested in what I have to say and stop listening or cut me off completely, which is about anywhere from 25 seconds to a minute, so I decided that instead of letting that happen, I would cut myself off at a somewhat natural point in that time frame so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore…Neither would anyone else, so there’s statistically at least one ‘plus side’ to it..” He looked away from me halfway through the sentence, like he was suddenly scared of making eye contact with me. 

The more he spoke, I felt an ache growing in my chest until the entirety of my core was filled with a raw and harrowing anguish. Who on Earth could look at him and ever tell him that he wasn’t interesting or that they didn’t want to hear what he had to say? I always look forward to talking to him, no matter what he says. The sound of his voice is so comforting to me and one of my worst fears is never hearing it again. 

“Oh, Spencer…I…I don’t even know what to say…who made you think like that?” I brush his hair back behind his ear as I speak, moving closer to him so our knees are brushing together.

“Well, at work, sometimes…sometimes, I can get a bit too carried away and I end up just rambling while everyone’s trying to catch the unsub…but even on the jet, if I get too caught up in a topic, I end up blabbering and then whoever I’m talking to loudly says ‘WOW, that’s interesting!’ and walks away, or it’s ‘I’m so glad I asked!’ before the same outcome occurs. Or the worst one is when they just walk away without saying anything,” he momentarily stops, staring off into space as if recalling a memory. “That one hurts the most.”

My brow furrows and I feel tears leak from my own eyes as I see some streaking their way down his face, pulling him toward me until he starts to fold himself into my arms and lets me rub his back gently.

“I don’t care who says or does those things to you…no matter what, I’m always going to want to listen to you speak. I’ll hang on to every one of your words as I wait for the next, because everything you say is always so interesting to me. I love watching your eyes crinkle up when you smile, and hearing how fast you talk when you get really excited. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of your voice, so don’t let yourself fade away because some of the people in your life don’t appreciate you the same way that I do.” I whisper close to his ear, brushing his hair away from his face with my hand that wasn’t rubbing his back. 

He woefully nodded, sniffling pitifully and slowly breaking down as I held him. It was as if something deep inside of his soul broke loose, and he was finally setting it free. He was letting himself feel it, and hopefully start to heal from it at the very least. I’ve been in a similar position to him before, and I would never want to make him feel that way if I could help it. Spence continued to cry for a while longer, and I held him until he sat up enough to look at me. 

“Did you really mean what you said…? About my voice and my smile…?” His voice cracked as he spoke, and I smiled reassuringly as I leaned forward to press a kiss to his temple. 

“Every last word,” I murmured close to his ear, running my hand through his hair again as he closed his eyes. 

He sat still and quietly for a moment, as if he were soaking in everything that we’d said. The only noise in the room was the sound of our breathing until he broke the silence with a soft mutter of “thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for? Telling the truth?” 

Spence only laughed, rolling his eyes at me as if I was telling a joke. 

It was nice to see him smile, though, so I let it go. 

“Now, about that food…” he changed the subject, and for whatever reason, I let him. I think I just wanted to let him be himself, even if it was just for a little while. 

“You asked if I was hungry because you were hungry??” I asked with a dramatic gasp, standing up and pulling him to stand with me. “I never knew you were the type of man to have ulterior motives.” I teased, walking with him to the kitchen. 

“I don’t think that’s usually used in the context of food, my love.” he let out a giggle, a goofy smile spreading across his face as we looked through his fridge together. 

Just hearing him laugh was like music to my ears, and I would give anything in the world to keep hearing it for every day of my life.

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Hellooo, can you make a ftm! Reader x Toji comfort where reader has been feeling down due to dysphoria and feels he’s not enough for Toji and Toji notices this and comforts him abt it?

Feel free to delete/ignore this! :3

Also, i lof ur writings

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Note ~ of course! Thank you so much, I’m glad you like them! (^○^) DM me if you want any changes or smth please! I just wrote off what I thought would be short and sweet💔

MENTIONS — Fluff/Comfort, SFW, FTM!Reader, body dysmorphia, overthinking.

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You and Toji had plans to go out to a friend of yours party, it wasn’t anything major just a hangout for friends. As you were getting ready you looked at yourself in the mirror, placing your hands on your face feeling..icky about yourself. You began judging yourself, feeling like you didn’t look manly enough, how you felt like you didn’t fit into the male standards. You then began to start overthinking if Toji even loved you for you or if he thought you were just some ‘girl’ and not really a man. You were thinking the worst as those thoughts started to flood your head.

As you looked at yourself once more you viewed your body and even tried talking to yourself to hear your voice, you felt like you didn’t sound like a man enough. Like you weren’t enough for Toji in general, you sat on the floor burying your face into your hands as big tears fell down onto your hands. You were crying..shit after all that effort of getting ready to..that didn’t really matter to you though, you just wanted to be reassured that you were just over thinking and that you are a man. You are something.

To Toji you are his everything, you may not think it or may think poorly on yourself but he really does love you. You didn’t notice it until you felt Toji behind you wrapping his arms around you laying his head on your shoulder, he was looking at you with a slightly concerned voice but he suddenly spoke in a calm quiet tone, “hey, it’s okay. ‘m here, tell me what’s wrong.” He’d bring you in a tight embrace looking at you waiting for a response, he didn’t rush you but he wanted to know what was wrong with his boyfriend so he sat there patiently holding you into his arms as you then spoke in a awfully quiet, bothered, sad tone..

“I just uh..I don’t feel like i’m right. I feel out of place. My body I mean..I uh..” you paused mid sentence looking down, your breath was a bit shaky as you were still crying trying to keep your composure. You opened your mouth to speak once more but nothing came out, your mouth was left open, agape. He was also quiet, you then broke the silence by explaining how you felt, “I feel like you don’t really view me as a man like..no one does. I just look at myself and feel so disappointed. It’s tiring.” You slowly looked up at him, “I’m not good enough for you, I feel like I don’t really belong I’m just here for..no reason?”

The room was quiet for a few minutes after you had spoke, he gave you some time to think and calm down a little before he spoke softly. “No reason? I love ya’ very much, Y/N. Looking at you makes me happy knowing I’m dating such a handsome man.” He brushed your hair out of your face as he wiped any tears you had on your face, “I don’t care what ya’ are or want to be, I’ll b’ here for you. I don’t tend to say it much..I show it through action more than my words.” He loosened himself around you as he stood up and helped you get up, he looked at you with a serious genuine look, “we don’t have to attend that party with your friend, I want to spend time with you, is that okay?”

You nodded looking at him with a slight smile feeling a bit better but had some doubts about yourself but before you could even finish your thoughts he spoke up again just to reassure you to make sure he didn’t miss anything, “you are very worth it to me, I assure you there ‘s nothing wrong with ya’, you are just feeling doubt and down about yer’self and I understand. Though I may not understand yer struggle I understand it can be hard for you. And that’s perfectly fine, but you aren’t a girl, I don’t see you that way, at all.” He placed his hand on the side of your face and then kissed your cheek.

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Alastor x Collector! child reader

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(GENDER NEUTRAL READER!)

Also this takes place before Alastor lets his appearance after 7 years be fully known.

I will try to write more parts to this with more interactions of us with Alastor and other characters while trying to also continue the story 😭

@belos-simp69 let me know what you think so far

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He wasn’t expecting to meet someone, a kid in fact, like you. He was curious. What was a shadow doing all the way down here in a cave within hell, with no person it belongs to? It seemed to be as if you were trapped.. which you were and he realized that.

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As he walked in the cave, lanterns illuminated, allowing him to see the scattered bones that littered the place. He walked deeper into the cave, meeting its end… but at the very center was a pedestal where a circular mirror lied with a crescent moon symbol in the middle.

“My my what’s this?” Someone with a radio static voice said walking forward before he was stopped in his tracks due to an unrecognized voice.

“Who said that!? Who’s there?” You yelled out, waiting to hear that voice again. It sounded interesting… fun.

Immediately, a shadow emerged from the mirror like object, traveling around the cave walls, stopping at a certain distance due to restricted movement.

“Well hello there little one!” The man turned his head to the wall the shadow stayed on tilting his head, smiling wildly. He held out his staff pointing it at you. You saw that it had a shielded microphone at the top.

You were surprised to get a response, even more surprised that he saw you. The lanterns that illuminated the cave were dull. Most people don’t see you because of that. Most people get scared and run back to the entrance of the cave wanting to get out as fast as they can.

You are a shadow…in a cave, after all.

You pushed those thoughts away quickly.

“A Person! Hi, hello! It’s been so long since I’ve seen someone!” You say extending and waving your arms. Your hands making a “hello” motion. Going a bit too fast though.

You saying that made him curious.

“Yes yes, a person! Now what might your name be?” He said getting closer to your shadow as he held his staff down. Un-tilting his head, but he was still smiling.

As he got closer, you could see that it looked like he had two long pointy ears on his head and small dear antlers…?

“Y/N! My names Y/N!” you say with excitement coursing through your voice

“What’s your name mister!?” You say questioning him back, waiting for a response.

“The names Alastor dear! Now that we’ve got past the introductions, what’s a little kid like you doing all the way in this cave?”

“Uh uh, I’m not answering another question until you play a game with me!” You say turning your head in the opposite direction of Alastor, turning your head to glare back at him right after before turning back.

“A Game you say? And what game is this?”

“Hide and seek! You know how to play hide and seek righhhttt?” You didn’t give him the chance to answer. “I’ll hide you seek! … and count to ten!” You say before you move from the wall to go to find a hiding spot.

Alastor decided to play along with you and play your little game of hide and seek. For answers. He was curious about why you were down here. Why you were a shadow, and just what was that circular thing with a moon in the middle you emerged from?

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You laughed, you were having so much fun. Something you hadn’t had in a while. Your game of hide and seek turned into a game of tag.

“You caught meee!”

You started to sing

To you, who strayed to far from home!

To me, who’s trapped beneath these bones!

We’ll play forever me and you!

When you paint the land,

In nine bright hues!

You burst out laughing once again

“Trapped you say?” Alastor says, thinking. You were trapped? Why were you, a child even trapped down here? This intrigued him.

“Uh huhhhh.. I’m trapped.” You say sadly.

“We’re friends now, right? We played games together! You can help me get free right?” You yelled out expectingly, your mood immediately changing once again.

“I guess I could help you out a bit! …

but what would I get in return?”

“Anything! I’ll do anything! I just want out of this stupid cave!” You whined. You were willing to do anything if it meant finally being able to be free again.

“Anything? Then, let’s make a deal.” Alastor said, as the certain area in the room you both were illuminated in a spooky green color. You could now see that the deer horns that you made out to be on his head were getting bigger and his smiling grin got wider.

“I’ll help you get out of this cave, and free you, and in return for those two things, you can give me your soul! Do we have a deal?” Alastor said holding out his unoccupied hand.

You thought about it for a few seconds, letting out “hmmm” noises.

“Okay!” You agreed almost immediately, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.

His eyes widened and turned into radio dials…? Then green stitches appeared on his face.

“Wait, you’re not tricking me are you?! You promise to help me out?” You say as you grow suspicious and cross your arms. You’ve learned to not trust people too easily from past encounters.

“Pinky promise!” You said before moving your shadow from the wall to the ground so you could stand in front of him. You held out your pinky finger.

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• After you guys made your deal, Alastor helped you get out of the cave. Not too sure how to actually free you just yet. You told him how he could just carry around your moon mirror for now

“What?! But you said you could free me! You promised. We pinky swore!” You said throwing a tantrum

“I’ve fulfilled the first part of our deal, but I’m not too sure how to fully free you just yet. I’ll just have to figure that out dear!”

• People would give weird looks and stares to Alastor and you as he carried your moon mirror around and you would just be hiding behind him. Everyone looked to be shocked and afraid. Of you? No. Afraid of him.

“Isn’t that the radio demon? Wait, what’s that behind him?”

The radio demon?

“He’s back after seven years?”

“What’s the thing he’s carrying?”

• A few people would start recording with their phones but their phones would start to glitch out and overheat causing them to power off.

“What the heck?”

• Alastor took you to his radio tower where you stayed most of the time, was he even searching for a way to free you from your moon mirror?! It was pretty boring, and he would just barely make an appearance back at his own place. You found it weird. Just where is he? This was no different from being trapped up in that cave.

The doors of his radio tower opened and you came out from your moon mirror

“Where have you been! It’s so boring here, there’s nothing to do!”

“I’ve been out running errands,” he started before you cut him off

Betrayed, beguiled, alone, deceived!

I’ll have my revenge on… ugh. Unity is so hard to rhyme.

“Now now, I am not deceiving you nor am I betraying you. I’m still figuring out how to free you from this.. thing.” He says pointing at your moon mirror.

“In the time being, how about I take you somewhere new. It’s called the Happy Hotel. At the moment.” He says bending down and smiling while staring at you wide eyed.

“Would you like that? Think of it as my apology for keeping you locked up in here for so long.”

“Would I!? Yes yes yes yes yes! Let’s go, right now!” You said excitedly, circling him in your shadow.

“Well then let’s not waste anytime shall we?”

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yoyo! fic idea imagine kuroo comforting reader saying ‘I know, baby, I know’ or something along those lines lol ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

please feel no pressure/rush to write this and look after yourself :)

Kuroo Tetsurō Comforting You After A Hard Day

word count: 600 - gn!reader

a/n: this prompt gives me so much comfort, i need snuggles w him now lmao, thank you so much for sending in a request tho i loved this idea so much so i had to get this written as soon as possible for you i really hope you enjoyed it ! lmk if you have anymore requests, i hope you take care as well love !🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

You trudged into your apartment, the weight of today's frustrations pressing down on you as you shut the door behind you. Your boss had been relentless, nitpicking every little thing you did, making you feel utterly inadequate. The tears you had been holding back all day finally streamed down your face, a flood of pent-up emotions.

Dropping your belongings by the front door, you barely noticed Kuroo emerging from the kitchen. His eyes immediately registered your distress, and he quickly crossed the room to pull you into his arms. “Hey, my love, what’s wrong?” His voice was filled with concern.

You tried to speak, but the lump in your throat made it impossible. Without hesitation, Kuroo scooped you up and carried you over to the couch. He held you in his lap, wrapping you in a tight embrace. With infinite patience, he comforted you, waiting silently until you were ready to talk.

“It’s my boss,” you finally managed to say, your voice trembling. “They’ve been so harsh today. Nothing I did was good enough. I feel so worthless.”

Kuroo’s eyes softened with understanding as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He responded by pulling you closer, cradling you against his chest. “I know, baby, I know,” he softly cooed. “You are not worthless, far from it.”

You clung to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his scent and the feel of his body providing a much-needed sense of comfort. “I just don’t know how much more I can take,” you whispered, your tears soaking into the collar of his shirt.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, my love. I’m here for you always,” Kuroo reassured you, gently stroking your hair. “We will figure this out together, okay? You’re incredibly strong, and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a while, Kuroo’s presence already calming the storm of emotions within you. After a few minutes, he gently pulled back and looked into your eyes.

“How about we take the evening to relax?” he suggested, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll make dinner for us, and we can watch that show you like. Help you forget about work for a bit.”

You nodded, feeling a flicker of relief at the idea. You were so appreciative to have Kuroo in your life; he always knew how to make you feel better. “That sounds nice,” you said with a small smile, your voice steadier now.

Kuroo kissed your forehead and gave you one last big squeeze before getting up to prepare dinner. As he moved around the kitchen, you felt your sense of peace slowly returning.

Later that evening…

You and Kuroo were cuddled up on the couch with a cozy blanket draped over both of you. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as your favorite show played, and a spread of your favorite snacks lay on the coffee table in front of you.

You looked up at Kuroo. “Thank you for everything today,” you said quietly.

Kuroo tilted his head to meet your gaze, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “You don’t have to thank me, babe. I just want you to be happy,” he said, finishing the sentence with a soft kiss to your forehead.

You felt a surge of gratitude and love for him. “I am, especially with you.”

The comfort of Kuroo’s embrace and the familiar show made the troubles of the day fade away. With him by your side, you felt like you could get through anything.

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First and Last With; James Potter

A/N: Hello again! I finally finished that wonderful request, so sorry it took forever. Football (NFL playoffs) and school preparations have kept me preoccupied. Winter break is over and I’m absolutely devastated. For anyone in college, I wish you luck for this Spring Semester. But with that being said, school starting back up means I likely won’t upload as much. So I apologize in advance. Regardless, I hope this makes up for the wait on this request. To the lovely anon and all others, enjoy!

Summary: The one where the Marauders vacation to the Potter’s beach house, and a revealing drinking game ensues...

TW: Descriptions of panic attacks, Sirius is an ass as usual, a lot of mutual pining.

   “Marlene, you have packed half of your house and more, it’s just a week’s vacation.”

“Anything could happen, Sirius. Better to be over prepared than under prepared.”

“I’m just happy James is filthy rich.” Dorcas deadpans, straightening when you and Lilly shoot her a disapproving look. “And so, very generous at the same time.”

“I’m not filthy rich.” James laughs, taking your bags from your grasp and loading them into the trunk for you. Amongst all of your friends belongings, piled high enough to reach the top of the van you’ve rented for the adventure. “We’re just...Comfortable.”

“That’s what all rich people say.” You and Remus look to each other, stunned at your simultaneous blunt confessions. 

“Shush, the lot of you.” Lilly chides, never sparing commonalities. 

“Remind me why we couldn’t just use floo powder? I’m already sweating, and my complexion does not do well in heat.” Sirius fans himself dramatically. James allows you to lift yourself over the mountains of bags with his arm for support in order to reply. 

“When have any of you experienced the adventure of a road trip?” You’re beaming at the thought, James takes your distraction as an opportunity to admire your unusually giddy attitude. Though the real reason you’re so eager to be away from home pulls at his mind, his grin faltering. He pokes your side, grabbing your attention. 

“Miss sunshine gets shotgun, I’ve called it.”

“Prongs, I thought you’d have wanted me to be your passenger princess?”

“Absolutely not, though I’ll miss those luscious locks of yours. I’m driving, so I select my navigator.”

“You’ve been there a million times.” You note, crossing your arms incredulously. James smirks, placing his burgundy and gold quidditch cap atop your head. 

“I’d much rather you keep me company.” He says so only you can hear, unknowing of your flushing when he turns back to Sirius. “Pads, Moons is gonna need a pretty view, it’s fortunate he’ll have you in the middle seat.”

“I’m reading! Reading this entire time, very busy.” Remus teases, pleased with the raven-haired boy’s mock offense. 

You round the corner of the van after checking the trunk for the fourth time, positive you haven’t forgotten any supplies for the trip. James is at the passenger side, holding the door open for you. He’s got a pair of prescription sunglasses on, and looks very different. No less handsome, if anything, the shades accentuate the bravado you’ve always envied. His arms are especially toned after another quidditch season, tanned from the summer sun you’ve missed so dearly. You’re staring. 

“Systems ready, co-pilot?” He beams down at you, pulling his cap over your eyes in teasing. You stick a tongue out at him, pulling his arms away so you can  adjust it right again. 

“I feel silly in this.”

“Nonsense, you look adorable. My clothes suit you.” He defends, so casual you don’t let the words resonate until after he’s shut your door and rounded to the drivers side. 

“Enjoy the passenger seat, princess.” Sirius sneers, pouting despite not holding any true ill-will. 

“Gladly.” 

************

“Are we there yet?” 

“No, Dorcas. Just like we weren’t there ten minutes ago.” James glances at the girl through the rearview, slightly amused with her childish complaints. 

“You know, we could just pull over and-”

“No floo powder!” You and Lilly shout to Sirius, hoping not to have awoken a sleeping Marlene and Remus. Sirius covers their ears, both of them having dropped their heads on each one of his shoulders some time throughout their slumber. You finish fiddling with the radio when a good song comes on, taking a moment to look at the lot of your friends all corralled in the van. 

“Where’s the camera, James?” 

“On my side door here, I’ll pull over if you want it.” 

“Oh, so you’ll pull over for her.”

“Shut it, Pads.” 

“No need, I can reach it.” You lean over the seat, careful not to block his view of the road as you quickly grab it. James swallows, clears his throat to act natural whilst all of his insides begin to burn. 

“Hot?” Is all you ask, studying his discomposure.

“What?” He starts, voice shaky and strained. Sirius falls into a fit of muffled laughter from the back, leaving you confused. “J-Just a little warm, yeah.” Potter recovers, now well aware you were inquiring about temperature. You turn up the AC, taking the cover off the lens and pointing the camera toward the back. Sirius smiles wide for the camera, handsome features lighted by the early afternoon sun. Marlene and Remus drool along on his shoulders as Lilly beams brightly from the back. Looking positively radiant, as always. Dorcas smiles, but holds up her favorite finger to the lens. You grin,full of adoration for the entire lot of them as you snap a couple photos, ensuring they’re all in the frame. 

James admires in increments from the rearview, blowing a raspberry to the camera when you point it at him. 

“Eyes on the road, Potter.” He shakes his head, running a hand over the steering wheel in a mindless habit as he hears the camera snap. Looking over quickly to smile at the lens. Effortlessly handsome, as usual. 

“We have to take as many pictures as possible this week.” You demand, getting excited all over again for the much needed vacation, spent with all your best friends, no less. 

You roll down your window even more, sticking your head to enjoy the warm, salty air. It smells of the beach, grass, all things green and beautiful. You’re so happy your head spins, giggling to yourself as you catch Lilly doing the same behind you. Meeting her eyes in the side mirror and scrunching your nose when she blows a kiss, an embellished hand pretending to capture it in the air and holding it to your heart. 

James does a double take from his view of the road and then you. Trying to stay focused and not find any distraction in your adorably delighted mood. His brows furrow when you shuffle forward, aiming to get even more of your body out of window the feel the entirety of what this beautiful view has to offer.

“Absolutely not.” He chastises, a finger hooking onto your belt loop and tightening. His eyes are on the road, one hand on the wheel as he tugs you back inside. 

“Lame!” You whine, hitting his arm in distaste. 

“I prefer my friends with their pretty heads in tact, thank you.” 

You settle in your seat, still full of delight but a little more contemplative as you think about what got you here.

“Summer vacation!” Sirius throws himself between you and Remus during lunch. Gathering an assortment of food on his own plate. You’ve barely eaten, stomach turning at the thought of being home for two months. You’re nudged from under the table, meeting James’ gaze, whose eyes avert to your abandoned plate. A subtle request for you to eat. You offer a weak smile, shrugging before your friends go on. 

“Two whole months without exams.” Marlene adds, absolutely pleased with not having to spend another second with her nose in a book. 

“We’ll be seventh years, I can hardly believe it.” You’ve considered Lilly’s words the entirety of this last month of classes, absolutely dreading going home. Hogwarts is more home than your house would ever be, and your friends are the only real family you have. You lose your breath at this, biting at the nail of your thumb and wincing when it draws blood. 

“I’m gonna head to the library,” You announce, blinking hard to fight the room from blurring. “Forgot to turn in my potions textbook.” It’s believable enough for the group to nod along, chorusing their farewells as you head out of the great hall. Heart racing and hands trembling. James takes only a moment, eyes following you the entire time. It’s not his business, but he knows that demeanor. He’s seen all of this before, in the boy he calls his best friend. Sirius Black, who leans forward and shoots James a look. Instantly, the chaser is on his feet, mumbling a feeble excuse and heading out of the hall in search for you. 

“I think he left the curling iron on.”

James searches the corridor wildly, all of the students being in the Great Hall makes the search easy, he can follow the sound of your fleeting footsteps with ease in this sea of silence. He follows your distant frame up a set of stairs, cursing to himself when they shift before he can follow your path. He’s searching for a new route, not wanting to shout to you and scare you even more.

There’s a lot of running, a couple instances of tripping over his own feet, but eventually Potter catches up to you. 

You’re sat in a windowsill beneath an overhang of a hallway above, curled in on yourself. James approaches carefully, trying to control his panting breaths. 

“Fuck, James!” You startle each other, studying the other instantly.

“You’re” the athlete coughs, winded, “so fast.” You smile, but it does little to calm you down, because as he gets closer, the view around him blurs, and everything sounds cloudy, distant. 

“I’m,” you try to form words, too loud because you can’t hear yourself properly. “F-fine.” You try to move, try escaping to prevent embarrassing yourself further. Clutching your chest and swiping at the flood of tears that can’t be ceased. 

“You’re not. You’re having a panic attack.” 

“Happened b-before,” you wheeze, staring at your hands to make sure they’re real “I’m good.” 

“And I’m a humble introvert that loves Slytherin, sit down.” You begin to wheeze, rubbing your hands over your legs to stop them from sweating, ground yourself maybe. “I’m gonna hug you, tight. Is that alright?” You nod, because you’re not entirely sure what he’s just said and it’s easier to comply. 

He encloses you in an embrace, loosening for only a second when you fight it. He’s squeezing again, but it’s not unpleasant. You’re shaking, and your breaths are still rapid. James swallows, terrified and unsure. Because all of this usually helps Sirius but he’s still kind of freaking the fuck out.

“Let’s talk about something.” He suggests, wincing when you hiccup for air in reply. “I know you’ll love this. What’s something about me that annoys you?” You’re aware he’s trying to distract you, and you feel like you’re dying, so you give it a go in the off chance it’ll help.

“You’re im-immature.”

“Good. But you’ve done better than that, love.” 

“You’re reckless. You play quidditch like,” you lick your lips, trying to control your trembling. “Like you’re indestructible.” 

“Attagirl, something else?”

“You’re picky, and...And you’re too stubborn to try new things.” James hums, recalling a time you’d forced him to drink pumpkin juice an he hurled in the lavatory minutes later. He rests his chin on your head, pleased when the added pressure slows your breathing. 

“You’d do anything for your friends, no matter the personal expense. It’s self destructive, p-probably exhausting.”

“Ouch. You really know how to flatter a man, love.” 

“I don’t want to go home.” You whisper, so quiet he’d miss it had he not been surveying your every move. The confession shocks even you, and James, for likely the first time in his life, is devastated to be right about something. 

“I’m not gonna let you. We’re going to figure this out. I’m gonna figure this out, I promise.” 

“You’re doing that thing again.” You note, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your robe. Further comforted in the feel of his chest vibrating against you from laughing.

“And you’re forming full sentences.” He loosens, giving you space to decide whether or not you want to separate.  You don’t, not right away, not when you can feel the strong, stable beating of his heart. 

“What am I gonna do? I can’t stay here over break. Even if Dumbledore allowed it, my family would-” You falter, unable to finish. James holds tight again, nauseated. 

“I promised. And I intend on keeping it, love.”

**********

“Land! Sweet, sweet land.” Sirius cries, throwing himself onto the freshly cut grass. 

“James, it’s stunning.” Lilly shades her eyes to admire the shore house. Standing taller than the others around it. 

“It’s home. Away from home, that is.” James shrugs, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. There’s a faint, deep-rooted envy for the blessings your friends hold. Sirius rolls onto his back to look at you, the only one noticing your hunched shoulders amongst the rest of the group beginning to unload the van. 

“Shall we go inside, lovely? Get dibs on the best rooms while these common folk collect our luggage. He extends his arm for you to take, adjusting the sunglasses adorning his face and ignoring the displeased looks of your friends. Stealing a kiss to your temple as he leads you inside. 

“Moony, sweetheart, do be careful with my things. I’ll show you what bed to place them on.”

“Fuck off, Pads.”

“That’s Sir Padfoot, to you.” 

You and Sirius falter, shocked to see an older woman placing the finishings of a homemade meal on the large kitchen table. The inside is even more impressive than the out, but you don’t have much time to appreciate the decorum. Considering you’re engulfed in an oddly familiar embrace. 

“Welcome, welcome!” She beams, holding Sirius’ face and kissing his cheeks with small pinches. 

“How’s my Siri?”

“Alright, mum. Thanks. James didn’t mention you’d be here. Though it’s a very happy surprise.” He looks at the wrinkled, stunning woman that smells of lavender and tea like she’s hung every star in the sky. It’s then you make the obvious connection this is Mrs. Potter. 

“Oh, he doesn’t know either. I’m only here to make sure you’re all settled in and then I’ll be on my way. We haven’t visited here in a while, I wanted to be sure it looked alright for you all.”

“Hard to imagine it ever looks less than gorgeous,” you say without thinking, “thank you for having us. This is lovely.” 

“And so are you, dear. Sirius, tell me this beautiful young girl is with you?” She strokes your hair, and it’s the most comforting touch you’ve likely ever felt. 

“Only in my dreams, unfortunately. Unless dear y/n would like to make a wish come true?” You laugh, swatting away his puckered lips. 

“Y/n? Oh, I’ve been waiting to meet you! Sweetheart, Jamie talks about you so much in his letters!”

“Let’s get waste-Mum!” James drops the bag in hand, yours. Pulling the handle of liquor behind his back in pure shock. “What are you doing here?” 

“Thought I’d have a warm meal waiting for you kids. You must be starving after that drive. Though I’m so happy you did as opposed to powdering here. Shows some responsibility. And Jamie gets so sick sometimes with the powder and all-”

“Mum!” The taller boy repeats, setting the array of luggage in hand down and hiding the bottle behind it. 

“I’m doting, aren’t I? Remmy!”  She stops herself, rushing over to envelop the taller boy in her arms. He, just as Sirius, is absolutely pleased to see her. She goes down the line of girls, putting faces to names and genuinely loving every second of it. James sighs, no genuine distaste in his nature as he observes.

Sirius throws an arm over your shoulder, cheeky as ever. “Mum was just telling us about your letters home.” 

“You’re just as pretty as he said you were. All you girls are so beautiful!” She goes on, blissfully unaware of her beet-red son. 

“She exaggerates.” James scratches his neck, skin burning with embarrassment. 

“Does she?” Siris pulls you closer, basking in your shared humiliation. 

“This food looks wonderful Mrs. Potter. Thank you so much for thinking of us.” Lilly clasps her hands together, rolling her eyes fondly at James’ indebted glance. 

“Call me Euphemia, please. And yes, you all must be starving. Come, fill those bellies with something warm.” You’re in a state of shock as you sit, unaccustomed to such hospitality and genuine kindness. It’s evident where James gets his big heart, undying selflessness. 

The food is amazing, you all go for seconds with a chorus of shared appreciation and compliments. Euphemia beams as she collects her things, pleased to meet the lot of friends her son cares for so deeply. 

“All the beds have fresh sheets, and there’s extra throw blankets in the linen closet. Jamie, your father says go easy on the fire whisky. He’d ask for no drinking, but we all know that’s a long shot. Don’t break anything, and Remmy, keep everyone in check.” The taller boy nods swiftly, no doubt having heard the orders before. James gets up from his seat, kissing his mothers cheek and enveloping her in a hug. 

“Thank you mum, seriously.” She fixes his hair, wiping invisible smudges from his face in a fit of doting. 

“No problem, I’m glad you were all able to make it here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like. All of you.” Theres a quick moment where she meets both you and Sirius’ eyes, the two of you nodding with feigned smiles. Quickly, she kisses both Moony and Padfoot’s heads, stopping for only a moment to caress your cheek with her thumb, a faint sadness in her gaze. Everyone else is enveloped in conversation, passing servings across the table as they would at the Great Hall. 

“You’ll keep an eye on my Jamie, won’t you?” She whispers, touch soothing you with an unknown ease. 

“Of course, though I’m not sure he needs it.” You hold her wrist, somehow not minding the affection whatsoever. 

“So he likes to think. He does, really, speak so fondly of you in his letters. You’re even more lovely than he described.” You want to cry, so overwhelmed with her generosity and love, a maternal energy so strong it’s wiped your mind of any anxieties. 

“Alright, mum. Let the poor girl eat.” James guides her toward the fireplace, while his mother pats his arm and says something to him you don’t quite catch. James’ ears burn bright red, and he nudges her gently so she’ll stop looking over at you. The rest of the group turns toward the fireplace, echoing their farewells and gratuity as she waves. Floo powder enveloping the space around her and sending her off. 

“Does that turn your stomach just looking at it, Jamie?” Marlene mocks, the rest of your laughing through bites of food as he flips her off. 

“Fuck off, the lot of you.” 

“We should start cleaning up.” You suggest, taking your own plate and bringing it to the sink. “This way we can unpack before the sun sets.” Lilly follows, taking her and Dorcas’ plate to you as you begin washing. Sirius groans, grabbing a dish towel from one of the drawers and drying the dishes you hand him. 

“Can’t we just charm the sponges to clean these?”

“Dad had them countered so they can’t be charmed. Said it was supposed to teach me some ‘household responsibility.’” Sirius howls, thoroughly amused.

“I’m just curious about these detailed letters back home.” Remus mutters as he carries his plate past James, dodging his swings and rushing toward the group at the sink for safety. 

*****************

After everyone’s settled in, and you’ve all recovered from the ‘who called what room first’ arguments, there’s an obligatory round of shots. A bin begins to pile high with cans, and you’re all sat around a bonfire atop the Potter’s outdoor furniture. Even the furniture for the backyard looks expensive, so you clutch your drink in hopes not to make any spills. 

You’re buzzed now, skin tingling with an uncommon ease as you lean against the arm of the couch. Sea breeze easing the warm air as the fire pops in front of you. 

“Alright, none of you are drunk enough.” Sirius chastises, shifting in his seat and tossing Lilly another beer. “Never have I ever,” you all groan in half-assed annoyance as the name of the game sounds, “been snitched on by Peeves.” 

You and the rest of the girls take slow, ashamed, sips. The boys all looking over in amazement. 

“We snuck out one time! All I wanted was a bloody butter beer.” Marlene confesses, flushed. James stretches as he approaches, still sore from driving. He passes you his cup, grinning when you cringe at whatever concoction he’s come up with. You move your legs so he can sit beside you, the rest of the couches having been taken. 

“It was a terrible craving, but nonetheless worth the loss of points for Gryffindor.” 

“Is that why we were tied with Ravenclaw mid semester?” Remus laughs over his cup. 

“We still won the cup!” You and Lilly defend, James taking hold of your legs to place them on top of his. He isn’t even thinking about it, too enthralled with the teasing conversation before him as he slides a hand under the cuff of your jeans. Warm hands calloused from quidditch running over your shin. You’ve always found affection with him comes easier than with others, and the touch comforts you, electricity lingering on your skin. 

“Never have I ever, had my first kiss.” Because Dorcas also aims to have the rest of you drinking more, she says what she thinks is the most common proposition. Your stomach turns, and you debate on taking a sip just because it’ll spare you the embarrassment. You must consider it too long, because Sirius’ brows shoot up in shock. 

“Merlin, how?” Is all Sirius manages, the girls’ jaws dropping because you’ve never told them. 

“I volunteer!” Marlene shoots a hand up while you curl into the cushions, wishing you’d just had the drink. 

“It’s not that there haven’t been opportunities.” You struggle through the explanation, tugging on the sleeves of your shirt to fight the cold. “I just, I guess, want the first one to matter. If it’s been this long I may as well make it special.” They all coo in mocking, laughing when you flip them off. 

“I get it.” James pats your leg, taking generous sips of his own drink. 

“You don’t.” Theres an amusement in your tone, no real meanness to any of it. 

“Well what about that Hufflepuff third semester, he was totally into you.” Dorcas inquires. 

“Are we seriously this interested in my love life, or lack thereof?” You roll your eyes when they all agree, giddy from the topic and the alcohol. “I thought he was into me, but I don’t know. We stopped talking after a while.”

“Wait,” Remus narrows his brows, too contemplative to see James’ signals. “That curly haired guy, beater for Huffle?” You nod, giggling because he’s not usually this slow to understanding, clearly inebriated. 

“Wasn’t that the kid that came up to us at Hogsmeade, Prongs?” Potter vehemently shakes his head, chugging his drink again. 

“Nope, I don’t think so.” 

“No, I’m pretty sure it was. You two didn’t get on that well, I think.” Sirius covers his mouth to muffle his laughing, basking in Moony’s drunken confession. 

“You sabotaged me!” You frown, James grabbing your leg so you can’t kick his side. 

“Listen, I overheard him boasting in the locker room. He’s not the type you should be around. Trust me.” He’s sincere, enough to make you relax. 

“He was a bit of an ass, sweetheart. Prongs isn’t entirely wrong.”

“You two are still snog-blocks.” Dorcas is quick at your defense, crossing her arms in solidarity.

“If I wasn’t banished to solitude, I’d kiss you, Dorcas.” 

“Time and place, lovely.” You clutch your heart, feigning a blush in your antics.

*********

“Alright, I need my beauty rest. Someone needs to remain the prettiest of the friend group.” Sirius stretches, tapping a dazed Remus on the cheek to get him up. His actions initiate the turning in of the rest of the group. To which you and James groan. 

“It’s only 2, you’re all lame!” Potter sneers, looking to you for consolation. You nod along, displeased with their departure. 

“You night owls can stay up as long as you want, but we have all week to be sleep deprived.” Marlene ruffles James’ hair and kisses your temple as she stupors inside, giggling all the way with the other girls. 

“And then there were two.” You stretch, moving over when James shifts, moving into a laying position. In order to fit comfortably, you still have to keep your legs over his. “You know, now theres three other open couches.”

“I like it here.” He decides, enclosing his hands over his chest and settling in. You chuckle, letting him tangle his legs in yours. 

It’s confusing, because he chooses you as his passenger, his seat-mate, scares other guys away. Fuck, he planned an entire trip just because you and Sirius have such shitty home lives. Guilt twinges in your chest, and the alcohol allows you to finally say what you’ve been holding in since you first got in the car. “James?” He hums, hazel eyes looking up at the array of stars in the night sky. “Why did you do all this?” Potter sits up, looking over to you in disbelief. 

“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t you like it here?”

“Like it? It’s a shore house filled with all of my closest friends and alcohol. I love it here.” He laughs, nudging your legs with his own in teasing. 

“I’ve been wanting to ask you something,” he starts, answering your question with one of his own. “Would you be willing to spend the whole summer here?” 

This time, you sit up, brows raised in shock. “Sorry?” 

“Instead of having to go home, you could stay here.” 

“James, I couldn’t possibly intrude like that-”

“It wouldn’t just be us two.” He unnecessarily reassures. “I’ve already spoke with Pads, and he’s staying. My mum doesn’t want him going home either.”

“You already talked to your parents about it?” 

“In the chance either of you said yes. They both are more than happy to have us stay here. There’s internship positions at my dad’s company, and he said if we looked after the house and helped him out, we’d be more than welcome to stay.” 

“Are you starting a shelter for the broken homes club or something?” You jest, not in poor taste, but because it’s the only defense mechanism you know. James frowns anyway, upset at the thought.

“I care about the both of you. And...I’d never want either of you going home to- Well, anything other than a place you feel safe. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you. Knowing I could have stopped it. Understand?”

You nod, warm tears brimming in your eyes. Because in a world full of people that don’t, James Potter cares. You tackle him in a hug, overcome with the foreign feeling of being cared about, protected. He falters, wrapping an arm around your waist with a small laugh. 

“That’s a yes, then?” You nod, smile pulling at your lips when he uses his thumb to wipe away your tears. 

“James?”

“Yeah?” He’s soft-spoken now, eyes studying yours as you press your hands to his chest. 

“Is there...Any other reason you told that guy to stay away from me?” He swallows, licking his lips with an unusual anxiety to him. He meets your eyes again, pleading for another hint.

“Would you want there to be?”

“I’d like to have my first kiss.” You play with a pull in his sweater, fighting a smile at his nervous demeanor. “Would you want it to be you?” He nods, slow, and honestly unsure if you’re fucking with him. Considering how embarrassed he’d be if this is some joke, or a dream, maybe. “James?” You move closer, and he snaps out of his daze.

“I would.” He averts his eyes to your lips, back to your eyes again to ensure you’re sincere. “Like to kiss you, I mean.” 

You remove the space between you, putting your lips to his and hoping it comes natural like everyone says. It must, because he’s pulling you into his lap, a hint of a whine escaping his throat. You grin, flushing at his eagerness. He squeezes your sides harder, a warning. 

“Stop it.”  He continues past your jaw, down your neck, hearts thrumming with excitement and uncertainty. He tilts your head with his thumb, grinning when he nips at your skin and you gasp. Pulling back, he surveys his work, kissing you two more times before letting you breath. 

Is that what I’ve been missing out on?” You pant, energy coursing through you and accentuating your buzz tenfold.

“Up to expectations?”

“Exceeded, I’m pretty sure.” You blink hard, taking hold of his wrists and moving them so they can slide under the hem of your shirt. You hold them at your waist, a silent sign to keep them there. Though you’re sure he would have anyway. He kisses you again, more intense this time, finally allowing all the pent up tension between the two of you release. 

James, against every fiber of being in his body, pulls you away from him. Both breathing hard to collect yourselves. “While I’d really, really like to keep this up.” He starts, trying not to reconsider when your perfume envelopes his senses. “I’d like to take you out for dinner first. If you’ll let me.”

“Are you asking me on a date, Potter?” You whisper, teasing him as if it’s the hottest gossip to reach Hogwarts. 

“Are you gonna say yes, pretty girl? Or leave me hanging?” You nod, and James throws his head back against the cushions, absolutely relieved. 

*************

You blink awake, fire still burning brightly after being charmed by Lilly earlier in the evening. In the midst of you and James conversation, filled with recalling old times, plans for the rest of the summer, and a lot more alcohol, you both fell asleep. James’ jumper covers your frame, while the boy lays on the other side with only a sweater to keep warm. 

“Prongs.” You nudge him, wincing when he groans. “It’s too cold, let’s go in.”

“Too tired,” he croaks, voice riddled with sleep, “too drunk. Come over on this side.” He rolls on his back, groaning again when the world spins with him. 

“What, like...Next to you?”

“No, curled up on the floor like a cat.” Your brows furrow at his sassiness, fighting a smile as you crawl over. Muttering a half-assed apology when you nearly knee his groin. 

Hesitantly, you place a head on his chest, letting him grab you under one knee and pulling it up so you leg rests over his abdomen. Immediately, he releases a deep breath, fully relaxed. Your body, though, tingles with that same electricity from before, keeping you awake. 

“Sleep.” He orders, nudging the back of your head with his shoulder, eyes closed but somehow aware.

“Can’t.”

“Is this alright?” He blinks awake, afraid he’s made you uncomfortable. 

“Good, this is good.” You reassure, pulling on his jumper so it covers both of you. He pushes your arm away, tugging on the fabric and covering only you again, stern in his actions. 

“Close your eyes. I need us both to sleep this alcohol off so I can kiss you again.”

“Who says I’ll let you, Potter?”

“I may have been your first kiss, but I’m also aiming to be your last. So please, Dove, shut up and sleep” You’re speechless, he’s stunned you with his confession and simultaneous attitude. 

“I hate you.”

“I seriously doubt that.” There’s a smile on his face, you can hear it in his grumbling voice. Wordlessly, he moves the arm that’s under you so he can stroke your cheek, eyebrows, and jaw with the hook of his finger. Knowing the gentle touch will send you off to sleep. And it does, because you don’t wake again until morning. 

********

“Rise and shine, love birds. If you want to hoot with the owls, you’ve got to fly with the eagles.” Sirius chimes, a click of a camera sounding out after he speaks.

“Any louder, Pads, and I’ll break your jaw.” James covers your ears, shielding you from your friends shrill laughter with an intense glare. His head pounds something awful, and he’s pretty sure he’s never been this hungover in his entire life. He remembers every second, though, memories of last night bringing a dopey smile to his face. Despite the alcohols consequences. 

“Hey.” He nudges your arm, ignoring the gawking of his friends through the glass sliding door as he wakes you. You yawn, stretching atop him and regaining sense of your surroundings. 

“Are we supposed to be spinning?” James rolls his eyes, much too fond of you for his own good. 

“We have to get up, theres breakfast.”

“I can’t eat a single thing right now.”

“Yes you can,” he pushes you again, sighing in feigned annoyance when you rub your face into his shirt. Shielding the morning light from your eyes. In one swift movement, he sits you both up and hurls you over his shoulder, ignoring your squirms of protest with an obnoxious yawn. He sets you down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, grumbling a hello to your astonished group of friends. You’re too hungover to feel embarrassed, smiling a thank you to Remus when he slides his glass of orange juice toward you, Sirius’ sunglasses over his eyes. 

“Gimme those,” you plead, extending an arm that’s quickly swatted away.

“Get your own,” he whines, “I let you have my juice.” You accept this, nursing the glass as though it’ll save your life. 

“Late night?” Lilly teases, putting a plate of food in front of you and James. You both groan, but offer your gratitude for breakfast anyway. 

“Figured you would have at least made it inside.” Marlene chastises, amused with your zombie-like states. You frown when James finishes what’s left in your glass, watching as he leans across the counter to grab the carton and refills it. Sirius places a steaming cup of tea in front of you and Potter, avoiding your distrusting gaze as he clears his throat to speak. 

He’s awfully cheeky all the sudden, hoisting himself onto the counter with his signature mischievous grin. “Never have I ever…Had my first kiss?” His voice tilts in questioning at the end, and you’re momentarily displeased with the realization you’ll be spending the rest of the summer with the shit-starting bastard you consider a friend. 

You’re absolutely flushed, curling in on yourself when a chorus of cheers erupts after taking a swift sip from your mug.

[harley-sunday]

Champagne Supernova

Summary: You literally stumble into Charles Leclerc one evening and somehow end up with custody over his tuxedo jacket? Weird. Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader [f] Warnings: None Word count: 2.7k AN: Sometimes an idea just *mimics explosion with hand* pops up all of a sudden and won't go away until you write it down (I mean, I was literally in bed already but…). So here we are  Also, written on mobile (eL, don't @ me) so apologies in advance for shitty formatting and for not editing. Also², I live for validation so comments and reblogs are very much appreciated! That is, if you like it, of course :)

It’s warm inside the ballroom of the hotel you’re in and so you’re trying to fan yourself with a copy of tonight’s program because now that the formal part of the evening is over it really doesn’t serve any use anymore other than to help you cool down. You’re standing in the corner of the room, close to the bar, observing the crowd - Monaco’s elite; a strange mix of old money and self made millionaires that have come together for tonight’s fundraiser.

You don’t belong to either of those groups but instead are here because the PR agency you work for somehow got selected to promote the event. It meant a lot of overtime in the past two months for the entire team and so your bosses - Olivier and Claire, a happily married couple with two kids, a dog, and a perfect work-life balance (of course) - promised you and your colleagues a seat at one of the tables and thus an open bar for the evening very early on in the process to make up for all the early mornings and late nights. 

Dinner was a drawn out affair with seven small courses, entirely too much red wine, and a slightly boring silent auction reveal that took way too long for your liking. The promise of an after-party kept you from leaving early but it’s Monaco, it’s rich people, and so you could and should have known that their idea of an after-party is more champagne, bragging about who paid what despite it being a silent auction, and a guy with a comb-over and an ill-fitting tuxedo playing the piano, dragging out “Les Lacs du Connemara” way beyond the six minutes the song usually takes.

Next to you, Olivier and Claire are having a small domestic because Claire, slightly intoxicated, wants to stay but Olivier, scarily sober, has promised the babysitter they’d be back before one. Your other two colleagues are trying to persuade (read: threaten) the piano guy into playing “Sweet Caroline”, and you are feeling more miserable by the minute - one of your shoulder straps keeps sliding down, there’s a headache coming on, and your feet hurt like crazy in the stilettos you had no time to break in, so to say you are over it and ready to go home would be an understatement.

You wait for a lul in Olivier and Claire’s argument before you turn to them and tell them, “I’m heading out, ok? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Olivier nods but Claire starts to protest and grabs your wrist, “Babe. Stay.”

You shake your head and try to free your hand but Claire doesn’t let go. Looking at Olivier for help you tug again but her fingers remain deadlocked around your wrist and you know it’s because she’s drunk and wants someone in her corner when Olivier decides to stand his ground and make her go home in about five minutes or so, but it is annoying as fuck and so you pull a little harder and start to walk away. “Claire,” you warn her, “let go.”

She still doesn’t.

Until all of a sudden she does and it makes you stumble forward and bump into someone and then everything seems to happen at once - you flail your arms trying not to topple over, reaching out for something- Anything you can hold onto. It’s the arm of the guy you bumped into but as you steady yourself against him he loses control of the drink he’s holding, a quiet, “Oh, merde,” your only warning before-

“Holy shit, that’s cold!” You jump backwards in shock, fingers plucking at the fabric of your dress as you try to stop the liquid from dripping down in between your boobs while quietly cursing your best friend who made you wear this stupid dress with its stupid plunging neckline in the first place. The fabric is already clinging to your skin, your chest and stomach absolutely soaked and you look around for an easy exit, first to the toilets maybe, to save yourself from the horrified looks around you and any further embarrassment but then you see a stack of white napkins appear in your field of vision and before you know it you are being pat down by the man who’s drink you’re now wearing.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbles while trying to dry your dress but the napkins are white and your dress is black and so all it does is leave a trace of little pieces of fluff all over your stomach but before you have a chance to say anything he’s grabbed a new stack of napkins and goes for your chest-

“Stop! Stop, stop, stop.” You shake your head and take the napkins from him, gently pushing his hands back with a smile, “I got this.”

“Shit, sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair and is blushing like crazy, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” you tell him as you’re blotting yourself now. “I mean, I’m the one who bumped into you, right?” The napkins really aren’t helping and so you give up with a frustrated sigh, looking up for the first time then, letting out a quiet, “Oh,” when you see the man standing in front of you. Jesus Christ, he’s hot. And apparently still upset because he stares at you with his beautiful green eyes as if he wants the ground to swallow him whole. Even though you’re the one who could enter, and maybe even win, a wet t-shirt contest this very second which you think is ten times more embarrassing. 

“Let me at least do something to help,” he tries, reaching out his hands to you again but then thinking better of it. “Really. Anything. I mean, I will pay for the dress of course, but-”

He seems so flustered that you can’t help yourself, “Well, considering you almost went to second base just now-” you say with a wide smile and a pointed look between his hands and your chest, “-it would be nice to at least know your name.”

This makes him chuckle and earns you a smile in return, “I’m Charles.”

“Nice to meet you, Charles,” you say, meaning every word of it, and then introduce yourself. When you lick your lips you taste the champagne he spilled on you and can’t help but laugh, “What a waste of that Veuve Clicquot, though, huh?”

“I’m more worried about your dress, to be honest,” he counters with a grin.

“What? This old thing?” You motion for him to come forward and when he does you put your mouth close to his ear and whisper, “Between you and me, I think the champagne was more expensive.”

He chuckles again when you pull back and you can’t help but fall for him a little, the way he scrunches his nose something so- Adorable? Hot? You’re not sure. Either way, you want to see more of it, you decide. Charles still looks as if he’s ready to go into purgatory and so somehow you’re not really surprised when he tries again, “I mean it though. Anything I can do to make up for this.”

You look around then and even though most of the crowd has gone back to their smalltalk there are still some curious onlookers that seem way too invested in this, making you feel very exposed all of a sudden, and so, well, if he insists… “Maybe you could lend me your jacket for a hot sec and escort me out of here?”

“Of course,” he replies, already taking his tuxedo jacket off. He hesitates for a second but then drapes it over your shoulders anyway, “There.”

Instead of a ‘thank you’, a distracted, “Uhu,” comes out because it’s only now, when you see the way the white dress shirt is stretched across his arms and chest, that you see how muscular he is. He’s- Not broad but definitely athletic and you wonder what kind of sport he’s into. Before you have a chance to ask though he’s absentmindedly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and you can feel your mouth go a little dry at the sight of his tanned, veiny forearms and hands. A fleeting thought of just how much you could make him apologize with those long fingers gets quickly pushed back when he holds out his arm for you to loop yours through.

“Come on,” he says and nods towards the exit. “Let’s get out of here.” He guides you through the room with ease and doesn’t stop when you reach the foyer, instead making you follow him outside where he nods at the valet.

“I didn’t drive here,” you start, because somehow you figured it’s your car he wants them to get.

“I know. Well-” he chuckles then, “-I don’t actually, but I’m making him get my car so I can drive you home. Or your hotel. I mean, I don’t want to assume-”

“Home,” you quickly reassure him. This time you remember your words and your manners, “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do.” He leads you down the front steps when the valet pulls up with his car, a black Ferrari Pista Spider that you can’t help but silently admire, and doesn’t let go of you until you’ve reached the car and he’s opened the door for you.

You try to keep the wet part of your dress from touching anything inside the car as best as you can, offering a quiet, “Sorry,” when Charles slides into his seat.

He tuts, “Don’t worry about the car, ma chérie." 

And, oh- That’s- Nice. And a complete one eighty from how flustered he was mere minutes ago. Huh. Interesting.

If he does notice you clearing your throat to distract yourself, he’s kind enough not to mention it. Instead he starts the car, the engine absolutely purring to life, and turns to you with a grin, "Where am I taking you?”

Right here and right now please, you almost say, but you don’t think that’s what he meant and so instead you tell him, “Take a left at the stoplights and then a right at the next.”

As you guide him through the streets of Monaco you find out he’s an F1 driver with Ferrari who was actually born and raised in Monaco. He tells you how he’s on a three-week summer break until the end of August when the second half of the season starts with a race in Belgium. In return you tell him how you moved here three years ago when, after college, you got offered a job by Claire and Olivier.

All too soon, because sometimes Monaco really is nothing more than just a small town on the French Riviera, he pulls up in front of your house with an almost apologetic smile, “Here we are.”

“Here we are,” you echo with a nod. It’s silent for a moment before you decide to just put yourself out there, something about doing it now or forever wishing you had, “Would you like to come in? I could get changed and give you your jacket back? You might want to wash it though, I think there’s some wine- It probably needs to go to the dry cleaner’s, right? I don’t think it can go in the washing machine-” You hear yourself starting to ramble and so you close your eyes for a second and try again, “What I meant was: Would you like to come in for a drink?”

“I would love to but- I can’t,” he says and there’s something about him that makes you believe he’s telling the truth and that he’s sorry about it. “I have some auctioned pieces I still need to sign and I have to take a photo with the highest bidder in-” he looks at his watch and lets out a humorless laugh, “-ten minutes.”

“That sucks,” you tell him because apparently you’re now just speaking your mind without being eloquent about it.

He nods slowly, “It kind of does.”

Oh. Ok.

“Take the jacket,” he says then, “I can come pick it up later.”

Wait. What?

“Later tonight, or?”

He shakes his head, “No. Later as in, next week or something.”

“Oh, ok, yeah, that’s- Yeah, makes sense.” No need to stumble over your words, you think, you took your chances and it didn’t work out. It’s fine. It’s just that the 'or something’ kind of hurts.

He must see the disappointment on your face because he quickly adds, “I mean, so I can see you again. Later. When I’m not in a rush and you’re not covered in champagne.”

You can’t help but laugh, your mind once again too quick for your own good, “Who says I won’t be?” You let the words hang in the air with a raised eyebrow and it takes a few heartbeats but then Charles laughs as well, a burst of laughter that you want to hear again and again. You grin at him, “What?”

“You are something else,” he says, shaking his head. He reaches for his phone then, unlocks it, and hands it to you, “If you add your number I could maybe call or text you?” There’s a shy smile playing on his lips then, “About the jacket, I mean.”

“Are you sure you don’t want it back now?”

“No, that’s ok. My brothers are at the party as well. I can just take one of theirs.”

“Sure?” You try one last time.

“Sure.”

“Ok.” Your fingers fly over his screen then, adding yourself to his contacts before you hand him the phone back. Locked. A wicked grin on your lips, “Let’s see if you remember my name- Later.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Good.” You lean over the center console then and press a kiss to his cheek, “I’ll be seeing you then.”

“You will,” he says with a bad attempt at a wink, which so far seems his only flaw.

“Thank you for driving me home,” you say as you climb out of the car while trying not to flash anyone even though there’s no one around. A kind smile then as you close the door, “Drive safe.”

“Always.” He gives you a quick wave and then he’s off, the rumble of the engine echoing through the almost empty streets of the city.

***

He doesn’t call. Or text. And so his jacket moves from your living room, where it was draped over a chair for the first three weeks, to the guest bedroom slash your home office, this time draped over your office chair. Every now and then you catch a hint of his cologne  and so you still aren’t able to really forget about him.

At the beginning of November you’ve come to terms with the fact that you’ll probably won’t see him again, that you probably made a bigger deal out of it than it was, that he probably doesn’t even remember you - your name just another girl added to his contacts because he was simply trying to be nice - and so at some point you move the jacket to inside the closet in the guest bedroom, telling yourself that the only reason you won’t throw it away is because it’s Armani and expensive as fuck. 

You’d like to say you’ve forgotten about both the jacket and Charles once December rolls around but that would be a lie. You’ve actually started to follow the remainder of the F1 season and saw him come second in the World Driver Championship. A warm feeling settling somewhere inside your chest whenever you see him getting doused in champagne by his teammates or rivals, taking you back to the night you met. 

He’s been on your mind more than ever and when your phone rings one night, an unknown, private number calling you, you somehow know it’s him and so you answer with a cheeky, “The jacket you are trying to reach is no longer available. Please try again later.”

He lets out a laugh, that same laugh you drew from him in his car all those months ago, and it’s like no time has passed at all. “Salut, ma chérie, I’m sorry for not calling any sooner but-”

“Don’t try to sweet talk your way back into our lives, Leclerc,” you say as you take another bite of the apple you were eating.

“Our?”

“The jacket’s and mine,” you reply. “We are doing quite well for ourselves.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “Is that so?”

You nod even though he can’t see you, “Yeah.”

“I’d like to come see that for myself.”

“Hmmm,” you draw out. “We might be able to arrange a supervised visit. When would you-”

Your doorbell rings then and you hear it both in your house and echo through your phone and- Oh. Shit.

Charles chuckles in your ear, “Now?”

===

AN: I am so sorry for this very unsatisfying open ending. It was the best I could do for now... *sends hugs to those affected*

[dilfslover0003998]

Devotion

✯ kamisato ayato x fem!reader

➣ cw: suggestive content, feminine terms used to describe the reader, mostly fluff ;p

The comb smoothed through your hair without so much as a snarl pulling at your scalp. Your husband was incredibly gentle as he brushed through it, treating it like the most delicate silk money could buy.

He always treated you with such kindness after being gone for so long. Ayato was never one to be disrespectful or mainly mean, but he hardly had enough time to eat a meal with you, let alone brush your hair.

He’d just gotten you from your bath, which he drew, soaking you with expensive oils and soaps, refreshing your skin with moisturizers and soft creams. He caressed you almost the entire time you struggled to dress, his hands feeling every inch of skin he could before you pulled on one of his shirts.

“How are you feeling, my love?” He asked, kissing the crown of your head and standing behind you. The comb fell to your beautiful vanity, and you stood as well.

“Amazing,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his torso as he collected you in his own. “Loved.”

“Good,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Then I’ve succeeded.”

“Yes, you have,” you agreed, pushing him to the bed until the backs of his legs touched the mattress. He fell to the silk sheets with a huff, allowing your body to crawl on top of his. You sat in his lap, looking down at his beautiful blue eyes.

He pushed some hair he’d just cared for out of your face and pulled you into his embrace. His lips met yours, and you practically melted, your body fitting so nicely against his.

His hands held your hips, and yours had his shoulders; Ayato was already impatient from weeks of constant traveling and meetings, but he was slow with you. He was always slow. He took his time holding your body, learning every imperfection that seemed nothing short of perfect.

His lips moved from yours to kiss your chin, cheeks, and neck; he kissed anything he could immediately get to until your small laugh brought him back against the bed with a smile.

“My beautiful girl,” he sighed dreamily, rolling the both of you onto your sides. Your nose just barely grazed his as he stared in absolute wonderment. “How did I get so lucky to have such a beautiful wife?”

“Perhaps you’ll have to ask the Archons,” you grinned against his lips. “I’m sure the Almighty Shogun would know.”

“I’ll have to see what I can do,” he pulled you closer until you were back against his lips. He was rougher this time, his tongue slipping into your mouth and his hand gripping the side of your head tighter.

He maneuvered you until you were against the pillows at the top of the bed. His body hovered above yours, and he took a moment to admire you sprawled against the sheets.

“My dear,” he hummed, a sly smirk finding his pretty lips. “I fear I’m going to ravish you.”

“Your fear is my dream,” you said through shaky breaths. “Do as you please, my lord. My body belongs to you alone.”

“My, my,” he whispered, fingers pushing at the hem of his shirt on your comparably small body. “You certainly know all the right things to say. Let’s hope you don’t eat those words, hm?”

“I’d never,” you sat up enough to pull his shirt off your body, leaving you alone in your pretty lace panties. “I’ve been waiting so long for you to return to me, my lord. Every day without you is like living every day without a lung. Don’t leave again until you’ve made it so I can feel you for weeks to come.”

The Yashiro Commissioner audibly moaned at your demand before bending down and recapturing your lips. “As you wish, my love.”

[starksbabie]

The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 5

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Summary: In the weeks following your heat Roy has been keeping Gator extra busy, so you're missing your Alpha. Gator takes it upon himself to make sure you know he'd do anything for you, give you anything you want because you are his.

Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, smut, 18+ mdni, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning). p in v, creampie, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, reader takes a pregnancy test, use of pet names.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: It's here! Sorry for the delay I have been wrapped up in a Prince Steve AU so be on the lookout for that coming soon!

Once again, you woke up alone in your nest. It has been two weeks since your heat, and you’ve barely seen your new mate. 

Gator slinks out of bed before dawn, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before he goes, and does not return until long after dark if he returns at all. 

Sometimes he’s been opting to stay at his father’s ranch since most of his belongings still reside there, and it leaves him closer to be at Roy’s beck and call. 

You climb out of bed to begin your day, heading to the kitchen and wondering if Gator even made it home last night. 

Blossom 🌸 8:02 am: I miss you. The nest is beginning to smell wrong. Like you’re missing. 

His reply comes just a few minutes later. 

Gator 🐊 8:09 am: Dad’s got a lot going on so I have to be in charge for a while. I’ll be home for dinner tonight. I promise. 

You smile and bounce on the balls of your feet looking around the kitchen, you’re going to make the best dinner you can, your alpha’s been working hard. He deserves this. 

Gator pulls into the drive long after dark. He’s absolutely, overwhelmingly, exhausted, but he’s surprised to see lights still on in the house. Usually, you’ve been asleep for hours by this point. That’s when he remembers. He promised to be home for dinner. 

“Shit.” He curses under his breath. 

He hops out of the truck and quickly walks up the path, jumping the stairs before letting himself in. 

What he finds there nearly breaks his heart. 

You’re lying on the couch, wearing his favorite dress, it’s obvious you fell asleep waiting on him. 

And he can smell fresh-baked oatmeal-raisin cookies, and steak and potatoes. He knows you must have worked hard all day for him and he couldn’t even show up when he said he would. 

‘Deserves better’ his alpha snaps from the back of his mind. 

He pushes that down, walks over to the couch kneels, and softly runs his hand over your hair. 

“Blossom, wake up, baby.” He mumbles, gently shaking you. 

“Hmm?” You groan softly, waking up. 

You blink up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired. 

“You’re home,” you smile sleepily, “I missed you.” 

You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him close. He buries his face in your neck as he climbs up onto the couch with you, lying down on top of you, inhaling your scent. 

“Missed you too, Omega. M’sorry, I’m late.” 

You gently run your fingers through his hair, softening the slicked-back locks into the soft tendrils you love. 

“S’okay-“ you begin.

“No, it’s not. It’s not okay. Fuck…” he groans softly, arguing with his Alpha. 

You hold him for a long moment. Letting him gently crush you into the couch cushions. 

“I’ve been a shit Alpha. You deserve someone who takes care of you. Who takes you out on dates? Who is good to you? Not me… not this fuck up.” He mumbles into your neck. 

“Gator, look at me.” You say softly. 

He refuses, sinking further into your scent and his self-doubt. 

You sink your fingers into his hair and gently tug at the roots. 

“Gator Tillman. Look at me.” You say, using the sternest tone he’s ever heard from you. 

He raises his head and looks at you, a little perplexed by that tone. 

“You are not a shit Alpha, and I never want to hear those words ever again. You’re my Alpha. Mine. I don’t care about going out on dates, and you’re very good to me.” You say, looking directly into his eyes, refusing to be the one to look away first. 

He leans in and rests his forehead against yours, basking in your words, for a moment. 

“But what about-“ 

“Gator, I swear,” you say, effectively cutting him off. 

He lets out a soft little laugh. 

“Don’t go turning into a brat now.” He says softly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 

“Then don’t act like a knothead.” You mumble softly, spreading your legs so he can slot between them. 

The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, completing one another as he presses his lips against yours in a slow, gentle drag, his chapped lips against your pillow-soft ones. 

You pull away and press a small, soft kiss on his head. 

“My Alpha, perfect for me.” You whisper against his skin. 

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face back into the crook of your neck, softly kissing your mating mark as he falls asleep. 

You hold him close and close your eyes as well, letting yourself relax and be lulled into sleep. Comforted by your Alpha. 

You wake up the next morning and groan softly, stiff from having slept on the couch but feeling more at peace and well-rested than you have in days. 

You softly card your fingers through Gator’s soft hair, relishing the sleepy sounds he makes as he wakes up. 

“Good morning, handsome.” You whisper. 

“Mornin’ Blossom.” He mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. 

You smile, you relish this, this softness, that no one else gets to be privy to. Something that is only between the two of you. 

“You want me to make ya some breakfast before your shift?” You ask, as you softly run your hand up and down his spine, unable to keep your hands off him. 

He relaxes into you a little more. 

“You don’t mind?” 

“Not at all, handsome. C’mon. Get up. You get ready, and I’ll fix you something to eat.” You kiss his cheek before dropping your arms from around him. 

He rolls off the couch, less than gracefully, before popping up and helping you stand. 

He drops a kiss to the top of your head, before heading off to the shower. 

You step into the kitchen and begin to fix him some breakfast. 

Eggs, toast, bacon. Doing your very best to have it all finished at the same time. 

Gator steps into the kitchen, hair slicked back, holster around his thigh, and the rest of his gear situated just right.

You both sit to eat, and you watch as he devours his food, as always. Light conversation about plans for the day. 

As per usual, Gator can’t tell you much about anything. You try to not let it bother you. Even though it does. 

You hold onto his vest as he kisses you hard before he leaves. His tongue slid alongside yours, his hands squeezing your hips, pulling you flush against him, making sure you’ll think about nothing but him all day long. 

After your shift at the diner, you stop at the pharmacy to pick up a few things. You walk past the pads and tampons and pause. You do the mental math and your eyes go a little wide. 

Your hand instinctually rests on your lower belly. 

“Oh my god…” you bite your lip and glance at the tests next to you. You grab one and toss it in your basket before you can think too hard about it. 

Once you get home, you sit in the bathroom on top of the closed toilet lid and stare at the package. 

“This is silly… it was one heat. There’s no way…” you toss the test into the drawer and head back into the living room to watch some mindless television. 

However, it’s like the test is mocking you from the other room. 

Soon you find yourself back in the bathroom, the foil ripped open, and you take the test. You sit on the floor with the test on the edge of the tub as you wait for the results. 

Your hand once again goes to rest on your lower belly. 

“You’re going to be so loved…” you smile softly. 

A few minutes later you lift the test and it’s like a rock develops where your heart should be.  

Only one line. 

Negative.

“Oh.” 

You suddenly feel so silly and stupid for your behavior. You quickly toss everything in the trash bin as your eyes well with tears. 

You’re not even sure why you’re so upset. It’s not even something you were really thinking about, but now that it’s not happening you’re crushed. 

You move to the bedroom and crawl into your next hiding yourself under your blankets as the tears begin to fall. ‘Bad Omega, failure.’ Your omega whispers in the back of your mind. That’s where Gator finds you. 

He’d come home expecting to find you in the kitchen making dinner, or at least in the living room watching something on the TV. When he doesn’t see you he begins looking around calling out for you, becoming a little more panicked when you don’t respond. 

When he finally finds you buried in your nest he’s concerned. 

“Blossom? What’s wrong, Omega?” He sits next to you softly cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tears. 

You turn your head away from him hiding yourself from his gaze. 

“Don’t. Look at me,” He says, “Omega, what is going on? Talk to me.” 

“It’s s-stupid.” You mumble into the sheets

“It’s not stupid if it’s made you this upset. C’mon little one. Tell me what’s wrong.” He says, lifting your chin so he can look at you. 

You pause for a long moment looking up at him, thinking about how you want to tell him.

“I took a pregnancy test.” You finally say. The words slipping out easier than you thought they would. 

His face lights up, and that joy you see on his face, it kills you. It makes you feel even worse because you know what you have to say next, but he interrupts you before you can get the words out. 

“Omega mine. Why would you be upset about that? A baby is amazing.” He smiles and he moves to put his hand on your belly but you know if he touches you there you’ll scream. 

“It was negative.” you choke out.

“Oh…” he pauses and lays down pulling you close, letting you rest your head on his chest. 

You hold onto him nuzzling your face into his scent gland, calming yourself. 

“I didn’t know you wanted a baby so badly.” He whispers. 

“Neither did I.” You say, your lips softly brushing against his skin. 

He tries to contain the shiver that runs through him at the feeling of your lips on him. 

“But I do,” you whisper, “please Alpha?” 

He groans and rolls over on top of you pinning you to the mattress. 

“You’re killing me, Omega,” He softly rolls his hips against yours as he kisses you, “I’ll give you a pup. Fuck one into this cute belly of yours. Make you a mommy.”

He takes his time, slowly peeling away each layer of clothing. Pressing kisses to every inch of newly revealed skin. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m the luckiest Alpha alive.” He growls as he slips your panties off, and situates himself between your thighs, inhaling deeply. 

You blush at his actions, lying back in your nest. 

“Fuck, you smell so sweet for me. M’gonna get you nice and wet. So ready to take my cock, okay?” He slowly trails kisses up your inner thigh before burying his face in your cunt, tracing his tongue up and down your slit as his large hands hook under your thighs and settle on your hips. 

You gasp softly and close your eyes, settling more into the feelings. The softness of your nest, the roughness of Gator’s hands on your hips, the soft wet sounds of his tongue between your thighs, and the pleasure he brings you. 

He begins to softly suck on your clit as you begin to get wetter, he moans and the vibrations cause you to arch your back. 

“Good girl, Blossom. That’s right. Grind on my tongue, sweet girl.” He moans again. 

You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as you gasp out his name, the flames of pleasure licking up your spine. 

He slips two fingers into your entrance, your wetness making it easy, as he curls them and massages the soft spongy spot he knows drives you insane. 

You dig your heels into his back trying to scramble away from him as you reach that precipice. Your Alpha only holds you tighter refusing to let you run from your own pleasure. 

You scream out his name as you come apart on his tongue. 

He laps up your essence before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand smirking. 

“Fuckin’ delicious, Omega.” 

You blush and hide your face in the crook of your elbow. 

He grabs your hand and uncovers your face smirking down at you. 

“Hey there pretty girl.” 

“Hi.” You smile softly looking up at him. 

He holds your hands down on either side of your head and kisses you softly as you wrap your legs around his hips, the head of his cock nudging gently against your clit once, twice, before he presses into you. 

He groans softly against your lips, “holy shit, Omega… how are you always so fuckin’ tight?” 

He gives you a moment to adjust before he begins slowly rolling his hips against yours. Each thrust was measured, slow and deep. 

“Feels so good, Alpha. Always feels so good.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging to him. 

He presses his forehead to yours, taking his time as the pace of his thrusts speeds up, still just as deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he presses into the hilt. 

“You feel like heaven, my love. I’m gonna give you a baby sweet Omega. Gonna give you everything you want. I promise.” He kisses you deeply as he gets closer, picking up speed as he gets closer.  

You gasp softly at his words, “I’m close Alpha, please.” 

“I know, Omega. I can feel you squeezing me. I’m almost there. Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you all of me. Fuck… wait for me, baby.” He growls softly. 

He holds you close and kisses you deeply the curly hairs at the base of his cock stimulating your clit in just the right way as he grinds his hips into yours. 

He thrusts a couple more times as he cums deep inside you, his thick spend painting your inner walls as you gasp and come hard around him. 

“That’s right, Omega. Doing so good for me. Taking me so well. Love you so much.” He holds you close as you both come down from your euphoria. 

“Love you too, Alpha. Thank you… thank you.” 

You press soft kisses everywhere you can reach, keeping your legs up and wrapped around him. 

He presses his hand down on your lower belly.

“This is where my pups will grow. Just give it time, Omega mine. Just give it time.”

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[the-phantoms-kiss]

Pillow talk

Leon S Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Angst - Fluff - Smut - 5k

It was a wonderful night, the breeze was cool as it entered through the window, the moonlight shone happily into the room, and most importantly; I was wrapped up in the arms of the man I loved.

This should’ve been the perfect end sequence in a romance movie after the two protagonists have sex, or “make love”, however in my case, it did little to quell the questions that were raging inside my mind.

“Leon…” I whisper softly, propping myself up on my forearms. “What is it?” His voice was deep and tired. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to ask, perhaps I should wait until he isn’t half asleep. He opens his eyes after a while, noticing my lack of a response, and pulls me closer to him with the arm around my waist. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He sits up, waiting for anything. “I- nothing… it’s okay. I’m sorry for waking you, go back to sleep.” I kiss him on the forehead and let him lie back down properly, resuming his peaceful slumber.

Before I know it the clock says it’s 2:41 and I’m in the same position I was all those hours ago. The same thought has been repeated over and over again. It’s stupid. I know the answer, yet I can’t bring myself to accept it. I should, otherwise I’ll just be wasting time. I get up as carefully as I can, trying not to wake Leon up, which is easier said than done, and I carefully make my way to a small office room in the apartment.

At his old typewriter, I begin to write a letter, it goes as follows;

Dear Leon,

I apologize for not giving you a proper goodbye, but I couldn't bear to look you in the eyes knowing I'd have to leave. It may not matter to you why it is that I'm leaving, hell I don't doubt you won't notice my absence until much later on, yet I still feel as if I owe you an explanation even if it’s a shitty one.

We've been close since that night in Raccoon City, we stuck through thick and thin on various missions afterward and I've seen you grow and change from the young, sweet, and artless rookie that you were. Don't worry, I've had my own changes, and it wasn't until recently that I discovered just how much I changed from the person I was to the person I am today, I've also noted the change from the person I am today to the person I wanted to be back then. I'm leaving in pursuit of becoming that woman I always wanted to be, that woman that I am deep down. A hopeless romantic who wants nothing more than to start a family in a small town with a meaningless job. This rotten city, and whichever other city you get assigned to has no future for me, at least not one that is negotiable. I will always remember you and hold you dear to my heart, but I’m just not sure I can be here any longer without losing myself. I’ve already lost so many, I can’t lose myself. Please don’t be sad, I’m sure you’ll meet others far funnier than I, others who you’ll be able to bear your whole soul to. Please don't track me.

Maybe someday our paths will cross, till then;

Yours truly,

💋

Leaving my lipstick was my signature, the easiest way for him to recognize me. I neatly folded it, put it inside an empty envelope, and set it on his nightstand along with a cup of coffee, just how he liked it. I drove back home and quickly packed up my belongings, stuffing them into the trunk of my car.

I drove up north, only stopping for coffee and gas every once in a while, never settling in a motel for the night, instead, I opted to sleep in the backseat of my car, dreaming of the day I’d finally be free of these plagues. Faking my death was the easiest part of it all, after all, working for the government means anything is accessible and anything is possible if you talk to the right people.

I wonder if he even saw the letter, he probably thought it was some lame excuse to leave without making him breakfast, a habit we had gotten used to over the years of casual sex and crashing over at each other’s place when we were too drunk to drive home. Maybe it was exactly what he was hoping for, a break from me. I guess only time will tell.

Leon’s POV

The smell of coffee lingers in the air, the bed is colder than usual, and she isn’t singing in the kitchen like she usually is when she spends the night, she didn’t even wake me up at 6. Did I somehow dream last night? I was pretty drunk… but that’s not right, the coffee on the nightstand is-. I sit up and grab the mug, it’s cold like it’s just been there for hours, but it’s the same as when she always makes it. This must be some kind of game, ah, and here’s a letter most likely explaining the rules, a bit unusual that she didn’t tell me earlier, usually when she plays these games she at least gives me a heads up. Jesus, why’d I have to be into a detective?

Let’s see, “ ’Dear Leon’, blah blah blah blah, jeez she really got into character this time, let’s just skip to the good part, ‘don’t track me’ What am I supposed to do then? Hope I run into her? Maybe the clues are hidden in the text.” As I reread the entire letter I quickly realize, that this isn’t another one of her games, this is a goodbye. But… no. She must be kidding right? Some sick prank she thought would be funny? She knows how many people have left me… she knows that… she’s… I don’t have anyone… why would she leave if she knew that? “FUCK” I grab the mug and toss it at the wall in a fit of rage, shattering to pieces.

 *RING RING RING* Great who is it now?! Claire Redfield? “My condolences Leon, she was a great teammate and an even better friend.” “What condolences? Do you know how long she was planning this?!” “I don’t know! I would’ve helped her if I had known… she didn’t deserve to go like that.” “Helped her?! Deserve to go out like that?! So what? You’re just going to help her play the victim now?” “Jesus, Leon! Have some respect for the dead, despite whatever religion you may believe in we can both agree that we shouldn’t blame her for killing herself, the blame should be on us who didn’t even notice something was up.” “Killed herself? What do you mean…?” “Stop acting dumb! It’s all over the news! Those damn bastards couldn’t let her rest even after her death.”

That can’t be right… she would have told me if she was even feeling remotely suicidal… she- THE LETTER! SHE TOLD ME! HOURS OR EVEN SECONDS BEFORE DOING IT! WHY WOULD SHE DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC! I WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HER! I COULD’VE SAVED HER AND EVEN AT THAT, I FAILED! MERE INCHES AWAY AND STILL I- I failed her- if I had gotten up instead of pretending to sleep if I had opened my eyes when she left the coffee on the nightstand… I could’ve prevented all of this…

2 Years later (2005) 7 years after the incident

MAIN POV

The night was quiet, even inside the bar, the bar was quieter than usual as it was late and most patrons would have work the next day. I loved these kinds of nights, the kind where the sound of people talking and low jazz music were nothing but ambiance noise compared to the rain that was pounding on the windows. The doorbell jingled, and a man came in. I must be dreaming, he looks an awful lot like Leon, sure the blonde hair is throwing me off but the resemblance is there, it can’t be, what’s an old town like this got to do with his operations? Maybe I’m drunk, I doubt it since this is my second glass of wine, but stranger things have happened. As I look back away and out the window a heavy set of footsteps walk up to my table. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Holy shit. It’s him. Maybe he won’t notice if I keep quiet and look out the window, maybe the changed hair color will throw him off? Right like his threw me right off track. I shake my head side to side, careful to not show my face. “Thanks.” He pulls out the chair, faces it towards the front of the bar, with his back to the window and sits on it. Umm hello? Can you leave? “It’s a nice night ain’t it.” I guess you aren’t going to leave. I just nod. “Cut the shit, I know it’s you.” He slams his beer on the table and turns his body towards me. I feel the hairs on my body stand at the sudden loudness of his voice. The place goes quiet for a second, and I remain quiet as well. “Fine then, don’t speak to me, I’ll talk whether you talk or not.” I stand up and quickly walk outside, speaking as I do. “I don’t want to talk Leon.” He reaches up to me just as fast, and grabs my wrist before I can get into my car, the rain slowly drenching us both.

 “No! You are not walking away from me. Not again. You may have said everything you wanted to that night but just remember that I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. You left me with what may have been a reason to move states, but to me it was a letter with a reason to end your life, and that wasn’t fair. You knew that I would find out about your death so why make it seem like a suicide note knowing damn well that you had no intention to do so. You left me when you knew! YOU KNEW THAT I HAD NO ONE ELSE. DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW MUCH IT KILLED ME THINKING IT WAS MY FAULT YOU HAD ENDED IT? I CRIED FOR MONTHS NONSTOP AND WHEN I WOULDN’T BE CRYING I WOULD BE DRINKING, BLAMING MYSELF FOR NOT HAVE ASKED YOU WHAT WAS WRONG THAT NIGHT WHEN THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING WRONG. IT KILLED ME. YOU KILLED ME. YOU HURT ME MORE THAN ANY OF THOSE STUPID MISSIONS EVER DID. AND FOR WHAT? WHAT WAS THE REASON? TO END UP WORKING AT SOME MORGUE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE? YOU WALKED OUT ON ME. WHY? WHY?! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO COME BACK JUST PLEASE TELL ME WHY!

“BECAUSE I LOVED YOU LEON! I STILL DO! AND I KNEW YOU WEREN’T READY TO SETTLE SO I LEFT. I LEFT THAT NIGHT BECAUSE I LOVED YOU AND I KNEW YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME. IT HURT TOO MUCH NEVER BEING ABLE TO TELL YOU OR SHOW YOU JUST HOW MUCH I DID. AND NO, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING I WANTED TO SAY IN THAT LETTER BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU. I AM SORRY I HURT YOU SO MUCH. I JUST COULDN’T LIVE THAT WAY AND I NEEDED TO ESCAPE. I WAS SO BLINDED BY MY OWN PAIN I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE WHAT I DID UNTIL I WAS SEVERAL TOWNS OVER AND I KNEW IT WAS TOO LATE BY THEN. I LOST IT. I LOST IT LEON. I LOST IT ALL. I- I WAS GOING MAD. IT WAS DRIVING ME MAD THE WAY YOU INTERACTED WITH ADA! YOU WERE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER AND I WAS SIMPLY THE SECOND CHOICE! EVEN WHEN WE MET YOU WERE HUNG UP ON SOMEONE! I NEVER HAD A CHANCE.”

“YOU’RE WRONG! I NEVER LIKED ADA! ALL SHE HAS DONE IS LIE AND BETRAY MY TRUST!  IT’S BEEN YOU SINCE THAT NIGHT WE MET! AND YOU’RE RIGHT I WASN’T READY TO HAVE A FAMILY, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I NEVER WANTED TO START ONE! ESPECIALLY WITH YOU! GOD I WOULD KILL TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO CALL YOU MINE IN ANY FORM!” His facial expression suddenly changes from anger to sadness, and one can practically see the gears in his brain as he thinks of what to say next. He steps closer his eyes now looking down at his own shoes, and when he speaks it’s much quieter than the previous shouting he was doing, his voice is slightly deeper and he talks slower, as if he’s realizing the meaning of his own words as he says them.

“You don’t know how many nights I spent dreaming about the day I could finally quit my job and just ask you to be mine already. So many nights wishing that all of these viruses would just go away so I could finally take you out to dinner and treat you the way you always deserved. I just wish you would have let me tell you that instead of making choice for me. I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. Surely you must know that… right?” I pull him in by his jacket, and I kiss him. I kiss him like there’s no tomorrow and he kisses back just as passionately, his arms wrapped rightly around my waist pulling me and closely as possible and it still wasn’t enough. For what feels like an eternity we stand there, drenched and yet it doesn’t bother us, and it isn’t until our lungs beg for air that we finally pull apart. He picks me up bridal style and runs to the passenger side of his car putting me inside, takes off his wool jacket and lays it on me gently before running back to the driver seat and driving to my house. “How- that’s a stupid question it'd be stranger if you didn’t know my address.” He chuckles, but that doesn’t answer my second question, “If you have something to say then say it, I don’t want you keeping any questions from me ever again.” He looks at me, frowning. “How many times did you have to look at my address to memorize the path from the bar to it?” “Too many, honey.” That’s all I wanted, a sweet nickname that I know only I’ll hear. While he drives he puts his hand on my thigh, and it feels so unbelievable right.

When we arrive he runs back over to my door to open it and extends his hand for me to hold, I run to the door and unlock it running inside for shelter as the rain falls in bigger drops, “I’m going to go shower really quickly, make yourself at home.” “Can I join you?” his hand still on mine “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, I’ll be out in a second I promise.” I kiss his forehead, and run to the restroom to shower before I catch a cold. When I get out of the shower I shiver, only wearing a towel, he’s in my room, standing by the fireplace that is now ablaze while he looks at the pictures and trinkets I have on it. “I left some hot water for you, better run and shower before I go back in.” He doesn’t answer, he just motions for me to come closer and when I do he holds my waist with one hand, the other holds out a framed picture of the both us selfie, it was taken on my 21st birthday, we were in a booth in a bar, jeez why are we always at bars? “I have this exact same picture framed on my nightstand. We’ll make it. I promise.” He kisses my forehead, his hair still damp and cold from the rain, after a few seconds he pulls away and goes to shower. Should I bring some wine? What about lingerie? Too much? Yeah, too much. I just want to make it up to him. Candles! Music! Is Jeff buckley too much heartbreak? Chris Isaak? Nine Inch Nails? Too kinky for our first romantic time. Alannah Myles? Yes. Black velvet comes on first too?! Perfect.

As if on cue Leon comes out of the bathroom with a towel covering his lower half, I just can’t help it and I run into his arms pulling him in to a kiss once again, he must’ve been feeling the same way because his hands immediately land on my hips and he pulls me flush against his chest, my hands on his hair. He picks me up bridal style and carefully throws me onto the bed, climbing on top of me, his hands roaming any bare skin I have, his kisses growing sloppy and eventually moving down my neck occasionally nipping and leaving his mark, kissing back up my jaw and nibbling right below my ear, the sound of his heavy breathing makes me rub my thighs and he instantly notices, pulling them apart and throwing the towels which hung loosely around us onto the floor. It was like he was analyzing which part he should go after first. His kisses go between the valley of my breasts, and he carefully pinches both nipples at the same time, his tongue leaving a trail as it goes lower and lower, “Leon, please,” My voice barely above a whisper, “I wanna be yours… I’m going to make you mine.” His lips right above my clit the vibration still going through. And he kisses it, slowly at first, his fingers never leaving my nipples, then he speeds up, instead of kissing it he’s just flicking it with his tongue, running circles on it, sucking, and blowing on it afterwards. My moans grow louder, it’s too much, his touch is too much, and it’s about to be more. “So many nights I dreamt about this.” And without a warning one of his fingers goes into me, as he curls and moves it in and out, adding a second one and doing scissor motions, his lips now repeating the same actions from before but now on your nipples constantly switching between them. “Leon it’s too much- I-“ “Cum on my fingers.” I don’t need to be told twice and he just speeds up his ministrations as my legs shake.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight baby, you’re never going to be the same.” I moan and twist his hair between my fingers. After I’m done he pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, “God how I’ve missed your taste.” And before I know it he’s between my thighs again like a starved man, curling his tongue inside and his hands massage my hips keeping them from bucking, his nose rubbing against my clit every once a while and his tongue runs over my walls like he can’t get enough, “Leon don’t stop please- you- you- feel so-“ My legs shaking again, thighs crushing his head and he groans, the vibrations going through my entire body. And as I come down from my high he’s licking every last drop, “So pretty when you cum” without warning he’s shoving his dick in me, one of his hands holding my legs on his shoulders and the other holding my hips, angling them up getting in even deeper, setting a sharp and quick pace. I pull him in with my legs, his hands now pressing my thighs to my chest and his lips meet mine for a messy kiss, both moaning into each other’s mouth the new angle has both of us seeing stars and I involuntary clench around him every once in a while making his knees buck, “Fuck, keep doing that and I won’t last.” “I don’t want you to last.” I scratch my nails on his back and his scalp, and he moans in my ear. “You sound so pretty when you moan.” And he blushes hiding his face in my neck, groaning and moaning. “I- I’m close- Leon-“ “Cum for me.” And I snap, my walls gripping him tighter than he could imagine, and he cums as well, his knees bucking and his body shivers on mine. His hands bruising my hips but I couldn’t care any less. After a few more seconds of him pistoning in and out he finally falters, and he lies on top of me for a while, now it’s just our heavy breathing and the long-forgotten CD still playing in the background. As he pulls out he lays his head on my chest and covers us both, I softly run my fingers along his hair, his own fingers drawing shapes on my skin. “I love you.” We both spoke simultaneously, “Jinx” “That’s not fair.” He jokingly frowns, “Nuh uh, can’t speak, I said jinx.” After some silence I speak up again. “Do you remember when we first met?” He just remains silent, “I know you’re awake.” “You said I couldn’t speak.” “Fine.” “Leon,” Saying his name slowly, a kiss on his forehead, “Leon,” repeating it even slower, a kiss on his nose, “Leon.” Barely above a whisper, a kiss on his lips, “I think about that night every day.” He replies. “Do you remember?” “Crystal clear.” The memories flooding back to me.

We met in a bar a day before the incident, a town outside of Raccoon City, I walked in “Can I get whiskey on rocks?” I ordered, and a voice came from next to me “Are you even old enough to drink?” The man was unbelievably good looking, but obviously out of it. “Excuse me? I fail to see how that’s any of your business.” “I’m a cop. It is my business.” He flashes his badge, “A drunk one. You’re no better than I am.” He chuckles “You didn’t answer my initial question.” “I did you just didn’t like my response.” “I could take you to jail right now.” “In that condition? You’d probably crash before we even got in the city.” “I can drive just fine.” “You sure? Because by the look of your dilated pupils, you’re either drunk or in love.” “Or?” he smirks, “As if.” The bartender is way too tired to pay attention to either and simply passes you the drink, you hand him cash, “You’re not even going to ID her? And they say we’re the corrupted ones.” “Listen here, if you’re just going to come in and talk shit with our customers then feel free to make your way out.” The bartender responds, of course, he’d have your back, you’ve been a regular for months. “Fine. I guess I will.” He stands up immediately feeling dizzy as he slightly stumbles out of the bar, I follow behind him I can’t afford such a handsome guy getting himself killed on the road. “Let me drive. You’ve obviously had too many and I’m sober.” “After that whiskey?” “Believe it or not some of us actually have a tolerance to alcohol. I didn’t finish it anyway.” He sighs outside his car, taking a moment to think, he puts his hand on his head and hands me the keys walking over to the passenger side.

“Where to?” “Any hotel nearby.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your house?” “Don’t have one.” It’s dark out and the road is empty other than the occasional gas station, “So… what brings you out here anyhow?” “To the bar or to the city?” “Both” “Mainly work, I’m starting my first day as a cop tomorrow in Raccoon City.” “Wow, I could’ve been your first arrest, lucky you.” “So you admit you’re underage” “I’m 20 alright lay off it, say you don’t look old enough to drink either.” “That’s because I’m 21.” “Aha! You’re no better than I am.” “At least I waited.” “First of all I call bullshit, and second of all getting wasted isn’t exactly waiting. You drank tonight more than I’ve drank in these past months. What about the bar? A celebration for your new job?” “My girlfriend broke up with me yesterday, needed a drink to forget. What about you? Do you go there often?” “I’m sorry to hear about your ex. Well, college is hard and family doesn’t make it easier so we all cope in some way or another.” “Ah family, I can relate to that.” “They didn’t want you to be a cop?” “They’re dead now but I’m sure they wouldn’t be proud. They were wrapped up in crime more often than not, a cop helped me out that night though, and helped me get into an orphanage.” “That’s sweet” he smiles, god he’s cute. “What are you studying in college?” “Mortuary science.” “Isn’t that just lovely.” I laugh and he looks at me with these huge puppy eyes. “Don’t think I’ve seen you smile this whole time, you’re pretty cute when you smile.” “Only when I smile? Good golly.” He laughs again, “Didn’t even deny it.” I whisper under my breath as I shake my head, “You’re always cute, you’re just too sassy for me to see it.” I just blush and keep quiet for the rest of the ride, turning on the radio to play some jazz quietly in the background as the rain starts pattering down the windshield. At one point he simply passes out, man is he adorable when he sleeps, his eyelashes are so thick, and his faint freckles are scattered around his cheeks and neck, man his ex must’ve been blind and deaf, don’t know how she could just give up on this cutie. As I see a nearby motel I notice the gas tank is close to empty and I park at the motel. “Excuse me how close is the nearest gas station?” “About 4 miles up north, but I wouldn’t recommend walking out there this late, with the heavy rain and the recent murders in the city it is too dangerous to be out.” “I’ll book two rooms then,” As I finish up paying I walk back out to the car to get the stranger, recent murders huh? What if he’s the killer? Nah he’s too sweet for that. He could be acting… I’m sure it’s fine. “Are you awake? I got you a room, seems we’ll have to be neighbors for the night since this car isn’t going anywhere.” No answer. Guess I’ll have to carry him, man he feels like a steel wall, god, I’m going to be sore tomorrow. After carrying him to his room and push him onto his bed his hand grabs onto mine, and he pull me onto the bed with him wrapping his arms around me, whispering a name, still very much asleep. After a while I manage to get his arm off of me and to my room as quietly as possible knocking out on my bed.

In the morning I wake up to the sound of the sound of knocking on the door, as I peek out I see the lady from last night, her husband is offering to drive me to the gas station and I quickly agree and get in his truck. The drive to was quiet filled with occasional small talk, on the ride back however, he stared asking more personal questions, putting his hand on my shoulder every once in a while. When he parked he kept the doors locked looking over at me as if he’d seen his first meal, “If you’d like, I can help you fill up” his tone lower and he leaned towards me, “No thank you, I’m running a bit late could you-“ “Listen princess, my wife is probably taking a nap right now and I think it’d be in both of our interest if we had a little fun.” I quickly move my hand and unlock the doors, but he grabs my wrist tightly before I can open it. “Let me go! My friend is a cop and he will arrest you!” He chuckles and my god it is the most disgusting sound I’ve ever heard. Oh yeah? Where’s this friend of yours at?” “Right here.” A familiar voice responds from behind the man as his door swings open and he gets pulled out of his seat, and before the man could even fully raise his fist he gets punched in the nose, falling back unconscious. Seriously badass. He quickly runs around to my side and opens the door, holding his hand out for me to take and I gladly do so. “Thank you.” I pull him into a hug and he reciprocates the action, after pulling away he holds his hand out “I’m Leon Kennedy, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.” I introduce myself and shake his hand. After filling up the tank we drove back to the bar, the same place I’d left my car the night before.

We stop at a diner to eat lunch, his treat of course since he turned out to be a gentleman, lending me his jacket when it got cold outside and walking me to my car as we said our goodbyes, both knowing we didn’t want to go our separate ways. I give him my phone number and he does the same, and with that I’m in my car alone, and he’s in his equally alone. It wasn’t until I got half way back home that I realized he’d forgotten his jacket, and I would’ve kept it if it didn’t contain his badge along with other belongings. Thankfully I knew he’d most likely be heading to the police station over at Raccoon City so that’s where I’d be going for the rest of the day, I didn’t have anything planned anyways so it’d be a fun roadtrip. By the time I was only half an hour out of the city it was already dark and I needed fuel stopping at a gas station which coincidentally had Leon’s car parked right outside it. I got out ready to surprise him when out of no where a bloodied woman came to my window banging her head against it, not knowing whether to help her or seek Leon inside the dark gas station I climb over the passenger seat and run towards the building turning back to see a swarm of them hurling towards me. As I turn an isle I walk into Leons back, he quickly turns pointing the gun right at my forehead, “DON’T SHOOT! IT’S ME!” He doesn’t even respond he just grabs my hand and leads me out to the nearby police cruiser which was luckily on. I get into the passenger seat and he gets into the drivers, quickly stepping on the gas pedal. After we were seemingly in the clear he speaks up “What were you doing there?” Not angry but obviously shaken by the experience, “You forgot your jacket, I was going to drive to RPD and leave it there but I spotted your car at the gas station.” He looks down at me, noticing the jacket still on me, “Oh, thank you.” I take it off and hold onto it for the rest of the ride, we were both quiet, trying to process what we’d just seen. Eventually stopping outside of another diner within the city. From then on it’s all just history. 

3 Years later (2008)

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do."

“I do.”

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do."

“I do”

“You may now kiss the bride” 

And with a searing kiss, we begin a new chapter in our lives.

AN: I pulled an all-nighter so please like and reblog 👏🏻😭