#I could probably get there eventually. and if I am willing to sleep with straight men probably not a high barrier to entry

[girlscience]

feel like I need to add a little intrigue, a little spice, a little danger to my life. I need to pick a vice.

[callsign-rogueone]

not alone - r.g.

Ridoc Gamlyn x reader part three of Ridoc and Sweetheart’s story. words: 1.8k 🏷: Iron Flame spoilers in a vague sense, reader experiencing the joys of RSC, implications of torture but it’s not shown, mild panic attack / anxiety spiral / self-deprecating thoughts, bring tissues maybe, “happy” ending, Ridoc (and Sawyer) to the rescue! I am so stuck on the first-date scene that I just skipped it for now but it will happen eventually, I promise!!

This has to be a dream. It feels like something out of an adventure novel — waking up in a literal dungeon, chained to the wall. 

“Rhith?”

You wait a few seconds, but she doesn’t respond. Oh, gods, what if she… no, she’s okay. She has to be okay, because you’re okay. Maybe she’s asleep or off hunting or something.

But she’s never not responded to you before. She’s always replied, always been there to assuage your worries and remind you that it’ll be okay, just breathe. 

Breathe. Deep breaths, think about the butterflies… You look up, seeing no trace of them, no flutter of blue wings in the dim mage light of the room that you can’t seem to brighten, either.

You try it again, picturing them more clearly, thinking about the patterns on their wings and the colors… Nothing.

Something is definitely wrong. 

Why can’t you make a simple illusion? Is your signet broken? Is that why you’re down here? Is this some kind of reconditioning? A punishment? Or are you here to be executed for being defective?

“Rhith?” you try again, still working to steady your breathing, but every second that passes without a response only tightens the knot around your heart.

There’s no use. She’s not going to respond, because she’s given up on you, finally realized she’d chosen poorly, that you aren’t fit to be a rider after all, and decided to do away with you before the next Threshing, where she could choose a better rider, one who doesn’t need constant reassurance and hand-holding like a child.

The door swings open, a uniformed infantry officer stepping inside, here to decide your fate. He’s fully armed, a short blade in his hand, ready to carve into your skin or to pierce your heart, put you out of your misery — to thin the herd, to separate the wheat from the chaff. 

“I’m sorry,” you plead, as if that will change her mind. “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll try harder, I’ll prove to you that I can handle it, just please don’t give up on me, don’t leave me here to die, please…”

He scoffs at you. “Crying already? This is going to be easier than I thought.”

You can’t dry your tears with your hands tied behind your back, so you settle for blinking them away and willing them to stop — you need to be strong if you want to get out of this room alive and see your brother and sister and the rest of your family again.

Family. That’s it — to convince them you’re worth it, you need to be someone else, someone who is worth it, like your brothers. 

You’re going to get through this. You’re going to endure whatever they put you through like Garrick would, and do it all with a straight face like Xaden, and be brave like Liam and smart like Brennan, and then Rhith will take you back, and everything will be okay again; you just need to stay strong.

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Ridoc can’t find you at breakfast— you aren’t sitting with Bodhi and Imogen and the other marked ones like you always do. Maybe you’re sleeping in, he decides. The thought is a small comfort to him, but he can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

He hadn’t seen you all weekend, but that much is normal — he’d spent Saturday afternoon with his friends at the tavern in town, and you aren’t the going-out type; you’d rather curl up with a book to distract yourself from the rest of the world and it’s cruelty.

You hadn’t answered your door when he’d come to extend you the invitation, but he’d just assumed you were elsewhere. And your relationship is new, anyway, new enough that the word relationship probably isn’t the best to describe what the two of you have — you’ve been on two dates. You aren’t going to be spending every hour of your spare time together. 

But you aren’t at morning formation either, and as he settles into his usual seat at Battle Brief, you’re still nowhere to be found. There’s no denying it now; this isn’t a series of coincidences, this is a pattern, and something is definitely wrong.

Second squad seems to all realize what’s happening at once.

“I’m sure she’s okay,” Sawyer tries, but Ridoc seems unconvinced, bouncing his leg under the table nervously. His eyes snap toward the door as it creaks open, one person walking through.

You make it up to the back of the lecture hall, settling into the open chair beside Ridoc, your usual spot these days.

Everyone’s eyes widen at the cuts and bruises across your arms and face, knowing there’s likely even more covered by your clothes.

“Are you okay?” Violet asks in a whisper, knowing it’s a stupid question, but wanting to say something anyway.

You nod, chewing your lip. “I’m fine, but I can’t feel Rhith. I don’t know what happened.”

You’ve been trying all morning, had tried all night when they’d finally left you to sleep… you haven’t heard anything from her in two full days, but the infantry officer had let you go free, so you must have passed whatever test they’d given you, decided you were worthy of being a rider after all.

Guilt flickers in Ridoc’s chest - he should have told you, given you some kind of warning. “They did the same thing to us last week. It was something in the water. It’ll wear off soon, I promise.” He holds a hand out, a small icicle forming in his palm that he wraps in a piece of soft fabric. “Here.”

You take it from him, holding it to the killer bruise forming on your jaw from where the officer’s fist had nearly broken it. “Thank you.”

You’re exhausted. You’d barely had enough time to shower before class started, and you’re pretty sure you’re concussed; it’s hard to think, and everything is too bright in here, too loud…

You turn your gaze back to the professor, but don’t take any notes, don’t make any move to take a pen and paper from your bag, letting your eyes fall shut as Devera continues her analysis. It goes in one ear, out the other, but you know none of it is true anyway, or if it is, it’s only half the story.

The ice is starting to melt against the warmth of your skin, dripping down your wrist. He takes it back, letting it disappear into thin air and pocketing the wet handkerchief silently, resting an arm on the back of your chair and pressing a soft kiss to your bruised temple.

You blink awake at the sound of everyone getting up to leave — you must have gotten almost an hour of sleep. It’s taken some of the edge off, but your entire body still aches as you rise from your seat.

“Aotrom says she’s on the flight field,” Ridoc says, shouldering your bag before you can protest. “Do you wanna go see her?”

You just nod in response, your jaw still aching too much to speak. You make the walk up in silence, your heart clenching when you see Rhith standing there, waiting for you.

The comforting voice is finally back in your head. “Hello, sweet one.”

“Hi,” you say aloud, voice wavering. 

She lowers her head to you, letting you stroke a hand over the dark green scales of her nose. “I would never want to replace you, sweet one. You are just as strong and just as valuable as your brothers, and I chose you for a reason.”

You realize that she’d heard it all, your desperate pleas for her to spare your life, the promises that you’d be better, thinking she’d abandoned you…

“I’m sorry for thinking that, I just… my signet stopped working, and I couldn’t hear you…” you’re going to cry just thinking about it. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she soothes. “Try it again.” 

You take a breath and close your eyes, picturing a butterfly. When you open them, you can see one floating through the gentle afternoon breeze. You add another, just to be sure that it wasn’t a fluke, and another… three of them now, content to flutter around in front of you.

Ridoc is still watching you, silent. The look of relief on your face breaks his heart.

He realizes that by separating you from Rhith, they’d taken away your only friend in that room. He’d had Rhiannon and Violet and Sawyer by his side the whole time, but you’d been entirely alone; no marked ones, nobody from your squad — you’re the only second-year left. They’d taken your best coping mechanism as well, your ability to self-soothe with your gentle projections. 

Rhith looks up at Ridoc, who stands a respectful distance away, your bookbag slung over his shoulder. “She says thank you,” you relay for her, “for taking care of me.”

Ridoc smiles. “Always, sweetheart. Now let's get you to the healers, hm?”

He holds out a hand, and you hesitate a moment before you take it, intertwining your fingers loosely. His skin is warm against yours, soft, gentle, safe. When you make it down the hill and across the bridge to the infirmary, you almost don’t want to let go.

You stay as close to Ridoc as you can for the rest of the day. He treats you incredibly carefully, even after you’ve been mended back to normal, the cuts healed and bruises faded completely.

You’re grateful to wake up in your own bed the next morning, silently getting ready for the day and falling into your place at morning formation.

“Atken,” Dain calls, gesturing for you to come see him. “You’re being transferred.”

What? Why? Your heart races, but you follow him silently, stopping in front of a different squad, in Fourth Wing.

“I think you already know most of your squadmates,” he prompts.

You take a good look at them — nearly all of your friends; Imogen and Sloane and Violet, and now Ridoc and his friends too. You might cry. “Thank you,” you say quietly.

“Don’t thank me, thank those two. They made quite the argument for transferring you.” He nods toward Ridoc and Sawyer — they both smile at you, Ridoc grinning from ear to ear, Sawyer looking rather bashful.

“So you won’t have to be alone anymore,” Ridoc answers before you can ask. 

You fall into the formation beside him, reaching over to hook your pinky around his in a tiny show of appreciation. “Thank you.”

He smiles at you, warm and bright, keeping your fingers interlocked through the morning roll and announcements.

Maybe your second year won’t be so bad anymore.

[thyln4gf]

Masterpiece

✞ You were well aware of his feelings towards you and your body, and he thought that he was aware too... But was he really?

✞ Word count - 1,2k

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that i associate with this fic - "masterpiece" - MIW, "cheers to goodbye" - Escape The Fate, "saviour II" - BVB, "the apparition" - Sleep Token, "killing me slowly" - Bad Wolves.

✞ Warnings - suggestions towards smut, mentions of alcohol consumption.

✞ Carlos Sainz jr. x reader

✞ Note 1 - my requests are open, and waiting to be used. Wink wink. Note 2 - this was done by request. I hope you enjoy<3

Carlos had always sworn that you were his deity of some sorts, this pretty gorgeous thing. And you presented him with the exact same... enthusiasm. Or, well, you tried. Hed always get ahead of you in the terms of charisma one could radiate, all while you were accusing him of cheating in this little game you two had established. Not really his fault though, isnt it? Just like he liked to tell you, anyone worthy of your presence could become the god of confidence - after all, he doesnt really think that anyone could pass on the opportunity of having you. He knew that he didnt.

Your relationship probably wasnt for everyone to understand (not like he wanted them to) - most viewed it as this weird back and forth of rather thirsty sarcasm, and it always reminded everyone of the fact that you both had a little too much confidence. And they have never seen what happens in private, either. It would blow their existences as whole away.

Speaking of which. You could feel what was coming exactly - you were both on your way home from dinner, or more like, he was driving you home. You were tipsy, and he was currently trying to multitask - he wishes that he could just give into you trying to charm your way into his pants already, but he wasnt exactly a passenger, like you were. So imagine - having to keep pushing you away, while also being very eager for something that you were trying to achieve. And, driving. How could he forget that.

By the time he had managed to get you into the apartment, you were all over him. A kiss here, a bite there. A gentle tug over there. He had an idea of what you were trying to do - but in reality, he had no idea of what was coming. And he would be lying if he said that the idea didnt excite him more than anything else in his life.

Carlos thought that youd be willing to speed the whole process up, judging by how desperate you seemed to be in the car. But you... You were taking your sweet time, murmuring the sweet words of praise into his ear. And it felt like a whole new world to him. He had always had half a mind of asking you to take the reins into your hands, but he couldnt. Not when he could see just how much you were enjoying his attention in that specific way.

But here you were, taking charge, like it was something that you were used to. Like it was something that youve done numerous times at this point - it all felt so natural, for both of you. Your fingertips slid across his cheeks, his jawline, his (now exposed) collarbones. They eventually grasped the collar of his shirt with such gentle intensity that he could almost feel himself falling straight onto his knees. But, this did not end here. You were proceeding with unbuttoning his shirt, one button after another. Doing it so ever so slowly. You traced the path of your fingers with the gentle kisses and carried on with the praise - the words almost felt like a prayer to him. Carlos could barely stand straight due to how dizzy he had become in such a short time, grabbing onto your waist to somewhat steady himself. You felt it too - and he figured it out the moment he got pushed into a wall. Holy... Shit...

He opened his mouth to say something else, but he got shut off by the lips that he had grown to love the most - yours. Your kisses always tasted so sweet, and he found himself wondering the same thing each and every time. Am i ever going to get tired of this? Probably not.

Before you both knew it, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes making a trail to the shared bedroom. You have barely let him touch you, leave alone undress you in any way - besides letting him watch as you slowly peeled your shirt off a bit earlier. His whining can get... persuasive, per se.

While your hands rubbed along his thighs, your lips werent resting either - they were making their way towards the spot that showed his enthusiasm the most. He could feel just how much you appreciated him, and the feeling only got amplified with each and every kiss of yours. Once you finally bit into his thigh, he let out something that reminded you of a moan - if it was let go through ones throat in the form of a hiss. Not exactly used to you interacting with him like that, he was getting quite overwhelmed already.

You were teasing him - your tongue running across the thing, up to the tip, and then straight down again. You were savouring the feel of him, while trying to show him just how amazing he is. Usually, you wouldnt even think about it - his confidence would shy you away from any thoughts of the kind. But the alcohol has been buzzing in your brain for a few now, giving you the extra boost, that extra push you seemed to need. You had always joked that you need a few shots for confidence before getting intimate with him, but never acted upon the words due to them being, well, a mere joke. They seemed to be the truth, though.

And now you both couldnt really be happier.

If he wasnt so overwhelmed already, he surely would have let out a gasp or two - from his point of view, you looked stunning. Your face was prickled with a few tears. Those wet lips that pulled away from him just for long enough to whisper a few words his way. 'Youre so beautiful, baby' - these would probably be his favourite ones so far - and, weirdly enough, just like the ones that he liked to remind you of all the time. He could be mistaken, but it looked like you were trying to return the favour - and he wasnt complaining. After all... as long as he had the pleasure of having you in the sheets, he was yours to do as you please.

The teasing part wasnt over, though. Just as he was starting to inch closer to achieving the high, you pull away. A whine leaves his lips - but, once again, it gets silenced pretty quickly - the sight of you hovering over him manifests faster than his present consciousness can keep up, as you had just pushed him backwards, onto the bed. God. He could survive off of the sight of you alone, it kept him going. It kept him alive. You take his chin with your two fingers, steadying his face. He had never, ever seen you so beautiful. The feeling was mutual for you as well - he was starting to look more and more like a masterpiece, a canvas that you had painted with your own eyes, lips, and fingertips. Something that you wouldnt mind staring at for the rest of your eternity. You cant resist from making a comment about how purple fits him just as much as the colour red - and he cant resist the blush that creeps onto his cheeks. After all, you were his deity.

But now, it was his time to be worshipped and appreciated.

[concussed-to-pieces]

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: (Eventual) Pro Hero!Mirio/AFAB Villain!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: As an individual with a pretty unimpressive Quirk, it hadn't taken long for you to stray from the straight and narrow. Until, of course, a certain pro hero from your past turned up on your doorstep…

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our second installment! If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know 💚 Enjoy!

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Part One: Breathing Room

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains emotional duress, mentions of death and a brief implication of child endangerment. Stay safe!]

The day was hell. On top of your lack of sleep, you and your coworkers were on high alert due to the staggering power vacuum that had been left from the arrest of the majority of the Hassaikai. Three other semi-organized crime factions were already mobilizing to take over former Hassaikai territory; tensions were high and it was all you could do to even try to get work done.

After hours of unsuccessful attempts to reconnoiter a new development of open-air outlet stores, you dragged yourself home well past midnight. You were so exhausted you could feel your eyes drifting closed even as you unlocked your door, barely mustering up the energy to lock the door behind you and kick your shoes off. 

You then shuffled forward, lurching around where you knew the chairs would be in your kitchen in your grand journey to bed. Once your feet hit the edge of the linoleum, you crouched and slid beneath your sheets, paying little mind to the surprised grunt you received from…the bed? Instead of questioning further you immediately surrendered to sleep, tucking yourself against a large, warm mass and sighing as you drifted off.

…

"Uh." Mirio breathed, realizing you were somehow already asleep. Granted it was your bed, of course you would sleep in it, but-

He squinted at the clock over the stove, pursing his lips when he noted that it was just blinking 12:00. How late was it? All he could tell was that it was dark, which was wildly helpful. 

I slept through the entire day? Mirio grimaced. At least his body felt much better, less broken bone and more scraped knee. He was sure he still had some impressive redness from crying so much, but that was easy to manage. A little ice, some concealer and he would be fit for an appearance once more.

Nighteye had always thought the elaborate makeup artistry for television spots was a step too far. He said that heroes should show at least some of the damage they sustained. "If they did, maybe the public would be more willing to accept them as merely human," the severe man had mused once, and Mirio had known that he was referring to All Might. "They ask so much of us already."

Mirio felt tears well up again but he blinked them back, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and moving to stand. Then, he caught sight of the alarm clock on your bedside table, its red LED cheerily showing the time as 3:47 AM. He paused, and guiltily slipped back into position in bed. Maybe it was selfish for him to hope he could talk to you again before he turned himself in (and really, he didn't know why he had run from Deku and the rest, he wasn't exactly prone to fleeing from consequences, had he just been in fight or flight mode?), but Mirio couldn't seem to rationalize himself up out of the bed. 

So he settled down, cringing momentarily when you snuggled into his side before he carefully, carefully placed an arm around your shoulders. He was probably just warm and you were seeking it out or something.

…

Your alarm began blaring at the usual time and you blearily groped for the snooze button, your hand contacting a very human nose as you reached over…a body.

Who-?

"Ouch, easy." Mirio mumbled, brushing your hand away from his face and pressing the snooze himself. "Easy. Five more minutes." He continued, already rolling onto his side and taking you with him. The blond man's arms wrapped around your midsection, snuggling you back against his chest. You froze, almost too startled to breathe. What the hell was he doing?!

"Mirio," you finally huffed, attempting to wriggle free of the iron grip. "Mirio, you're squishing me." As if in response, his hold actually tightened and Mirio grumbled something in your ear, stubble rubbing your cheek. "Mirio-" you tried again, doing your best to ignore the goosebumps you could feel rising at the sensation of his facial hair. "Mirio, as nice as this is, I need to get ready for work."

"Mm, two more minutes." The large man reasoned sleepily, tucking his face into the side of your neck. 

You lost the battle with your goosebumps. What the hell was he doing, and why was his nose so cold-

Mirio suddenly flinched, his entire body jerking away from you like he had been burned. "Oh, oh, oh my God I'm so sorry." He babbled, bolting upright and practically sprinting into the kitchen as if to put a bit of extra distance between the two of you.

You, while rumpled and a bit confused, somewhat relished him being off-balance. Enough to throw him a little smirk over your shoulder before you rolled onto your back, anyway. "Good morning to you too." You purred, laughing at the look on his face. "Sleep well?"

"I uh, yes, yeah, r-real good." Mirio's voice squeaked and he cleared his throat. "I woke up when you came home, but I…well you were pretty tired and I didn't want to bug you." 

"How do you feel?" 

The man firmly stated, "much better, thanks. Glad I got some rest. Makes me feel like I can handle what comes now."

"Which is…?" You prompted, stretching your arms overhead.

"I'm going to go deal with what happened. With…with the Nighteye stuff. The consequences of my screw-ups." His lower lip trembled, but he seemed to quickly rein it in. "Thanks for everything you did."

You waved him off, yawning. "I was just being a friend. Any decent person would have helped you out."

Mirio raked a hand through his hair, looking perplexed. "Yeah but you…I mean, we've fought. We're not friends, at least we aren't supposed to be." He pointed out pragmatically, "We're on opposite sides of this whole…thing."

You sighed, flopping back down on the bed. "Listen, I'm not explaining how the world works to you," you muttered. "Aren't people allowed to change? Aren't people allowed to make a dumb choice every now and then, or at least a choice that doesn't benefit them? Sure, I could have told you to fuck off. Hell, I should have." Laughing a little, you continued, "after all, you cheated on me in high school. That's a logical grudge to hold, right?" 

The blond didn't seem to appreciate your humor though, his expression shifting to one of puzzlement. "I what?" Mirio asked blankly. "I absolutely didn't, you just stopped talking to me one day and wouldn't tell me why."

You stared over at him. You had just been trying to lighten the mood, make a throwaway comment to tease a bit about youthful indescretions, but he seemed genuinely bewildered. "Yeah…uh, one of the girls in your class told me that she saw you kissing someone else. Being young and hormonal, I of course had to have a week-long crying jag and cut you out of my life." You then raised your eyebrow, insisting in a sarcastic tone, "you know, the only sensible reaction to that sort of thing."

Mirio still didn't appear to find the humor in your playful teasing, his eyes wide with incredulity. "You cried for a week and never even approached me to see whether it was true or not?!" 

You winced. Well, when he put it like that, you seemed a little foolish. "Look, I wasn't a smart kid. Definitely wasn't thinking clearly. And it was for the best anyway! We wouldn't have worked out, not with how our career paths, er, diverged."

Mirio sighed, rubbing his temples. "For what it's worth," he said finally, "I didn't fool around on you. Not once. That's not something I've really ever been comfortable with."

"I'm not even sure why I believed that other kid instead of just asking you." You admitted, feeling silly for even having brought it up. "I guess I was just looking for a reason to break it off with you. What with the insecurity, the way things in my life were already so unstable…I was under a lot of pressure even then."

"I would have helped."

What the hell was that, that odd, fluttering sensation in your chest? You ducked your head quickly, nodding in reply. "Sorry, it was a dumb joke to make. I know you would have, okay? That's kind of your whole shtick." You couldn't meet his eyes, choosing instead to clear your throat and then gesture to the bathroom. "You can have first dibs on washing up. Can't be showing up to your agency looking like you've spent the last day and a half in a villain's hole."

Mirio made a choking noise and you realized a little too late the double entendre you had just gift-wrapped for him, simply covering your eyes and jabbing a finger at him.

"Not a word."

…

His uniform was in tatters and Mirio, after several attempts to get back into it, resorted to folding down the torso so he could at least wear the pants. Sure, his undershirt would look a bit odd, but he doubted anyone would care. If anything, he mourned the loss of the comfortable sweatpants you had loaned him for the trip to the twenty-four hour convenience store on the corner. 

At least his boots had survived mostly intact; finding boots that fit and had the durable lugs on the bottom of them had caused him no end of trouble. Clown shoes, Nejire had lovingly referred to them.

Mirio emerged from the bathroom with a clean face and hair that was…well, it was attached to his head and after the last few days, he was thankful for even that much. You however didn't seem overly impressed, clicking your tongue and dragging him back to the sink to wet his head. You then proceeded to fingercomb his unruly hair and Togata had to admit, it felt…nice. 

You accidentally scratched his scalp and Mirio shivered a bit, unused to the sensation but definitely not minding it. After a few more blissful minutes, you announced that was 'as good as you could get', and then put on your jacket. 

"After all the work you and your friends did, there's been a lot of unrest." You murmured. Mirio didn't miss the hard set of your jaw. "We don't have the Hassaikai to call the shots anymore or keep people in line."

Mirio felt like he ought to be fidgeting. "I'm not apologizing for doing my job." 

"Wasn't asking you to, Golden Boy. I'm just letting you know in case you don't see me again."

"Sunshine-" Mirio began to protest, but you held up a hand to silence him.

"This is how it's always been. You know that."

"But it doesn't have to be like this." Mirio insisted. This all felt too heavy, too important to be discussed in a studio apartment kitchen. Your eyes had a look in them that he didn't like, and he found himself wanting to do something that he knew was stupid. "Come with me instead," he offered it all the same, stomach tying itself in knots.

"No." Your answer was immediate, stinging in its surety. "I'm not a civilian for you to rescue and smile at the cameras with, Golden Boy. I'm scum. Remember that." You pointed at the door. "The minute we walk out of this building, we forget this happened. Or, you tell the boys in charge where I live. Not sure if they'll let you do field work without your Quirk, so that may be your only shot to apprehend me."

His heart was beating so fast it hurt. "I don't want to turn you in." 

"Then don't." The smile you gave him was humorless as you flipped open one of his utility pockets and carefully dropped the ziplocked bullet in. "Would be pretty rude of you, take advantage of my hospitality and then go running to tattle to the agency. It would be a pretty dick move."

"So…this is goodbye I guess?"

"Seems like." You extended a hand, which he quickly clasped. "It's been a hell of a time, Lemillion. You're a real bed hog, but I guess it wasn't too awful."

"You have a twin-sized bed–"

You waved him off, flipping up your hood. "I'll go first, you hang back for a few minutes. Last thing I want is for any normies around here to put together that you came out of my building with me."

"True enough." Mirio hesitated, then asked, "what about your door? There's a lot of locks that I don't have the key for. If I still had my Quirk…"

"It's fine. The locks are more for my own peace of mind when I'm home than for security when I'm not." You gestured at the kitchen table and two chairs. "Who would steal this junk anyway? They'd have to be in real dire straits." With that, you headed for the stairwell. 

Mirio wasn't sure why he felt the need to follow, his hand on your shoulder almost before he realized he was moving. "Wait, I…" he paused, his brain coming up empty for any sort of logical reasoning. "Thank you. Please be careful." He said finally, releasing your shoulder.

Your eyes met his for a moment and you simply nodded, then turned back to the stairs.

Mirio slouched beside your doorframe, his heart still hammering in his chest. What was it? Adrenaline? Nerves? Hell, he had nearly forgotten that he was making his return to polite society for a minute, all of his focus on the way you looked at him, the tight-lipped smile on your face…

Fifteen minutes passed but Mirio decided he should wait twenty, just to be safe. The more distance between the both of you, the less likely people would be to get–

A sudden, distant boom caught Mirio's attention, and the floor trembled beneath his feet for a moment.

What was that? All caution thrown to the wind, Mirio lunged for the stairs. Another boom!, this one louder, the stairwell groaning around him even as he sprinted to the ground floor. Earthquake? He shoved open the door to the apartment complex, cacophony meeting his ears. People yelling, car alarms firing off. Over the nearby buildings he could see fast-billowing smoke rising and as if on autopilot, Mirio bolted forwards. 

We need the police to blockade, fire department, the young man reached for the communicator button on his visor only to remember that it had been broken during the raid on the Hassaikai. The visor was probably still all over the ground halfway across the city. Cursing under his breath, the hero ducked into a convenience store. 

"Hey, sorry to be a bother, gotta' borrow your phone." Mirio announced cheerily, already midway through vaulting the counter to reach the landline. "Oh wait, there's probably a special button sequence to hit so you can call outside the store, yeah?" He asked the cashier, who seemed to be caught between indignance and panic. "Do me a favor, call the police for me. Seems like there's trouble brewing."

The young woman mutely pointed a shaking finger at the television mounted in the corner of the store, which bore a large picture of Mirio's face. The words 'Missing In Action' scrolled across the bottom of the screen while the news anchor gave details of Lemillion's last known whereabouts. "-associates have no information on their partner's location, and voiced their concerns in the following clip."

"If anyone has seen Lemillion or has any idea of where he is, please notify the authorities. We need to find him." Nejire's voice was trembling and sounded wrong. She was always so assertive and sure of herself, but now she seemed almost scared.

Mirio forced himself to release the handset of the phone, instead pressing it into the cashier's hands. "Call the police." He reiterated quietly, trying to appear cool and collected. 

His whole body was shaking as he departed the store, two police cars whipping past as he did. Mirio felt like the world was pressing down on him, the reality of running from his consequences becoming a frightening weight that threatened to crush him. He was used to adrenaline or slight nerves before an altercation but this was a bit ridiculous. The young man steeled himself after a moment, breaking into a run once more. 

People were fleeing in the opposite direction, another shockwave rocking the ground underfoot. Mirio carried on doggedly, running towards whatever faceless danger lurked ahead as civilians streamed past him. Past the hastily erected barricades, past the officers trying to hold back civilians who were attempting to return to the closed-off area, the blond man just kept going. He wasn't sure why he kept going; he had no Quirk, no powers to keep him safe. This was insanity, but no one had ever accused him of being smart.

"Bow before me, worms!" came a raspy shout, and a chunk of cement wall slammed to the ground inches from Mirio. The blond man barely stopped in time, skidding to a halt. "You'll all pay for calling me weak! Without the Hassaikai around to browbeat us, the true power of this world can rise!" It was a short man screaming his lungs out from a balcony, his Quirk seeming to carve chunks out of the side of the building across from him. Mirio would have bet his cape on the individual being hopped up on Trigger, but he didn't exactly have time to ponder the possibilities. This man was clearly going to hurt someone; hell, someone may already be hurt, trapped in a collapsed building or crushed beneath a haphazardly-dropped piece of debris. 

"Hey!" Mirio shouted upwards, catching the off-kilter individual's attention. "You'd better stop before you destroy the neighborhood!" 

"Fuck off!" The man shrieked in reply, a piece of rebar-ridden wall rocketing towards the young hero. Mirio attempted to phase through the object on reflex and was painfully reminded of the loss of his Quirk, the rebar catching him across the chest and throwing him backwards. 

Ow. Ow. Mirio coughed, the wind knocked clean out of him from his sudden meeting with the ground. His eyes rolled back in his head momentarily, then focused blearily on a body that laid in the shadow of a nearby pile of rubble. Civilians, I have to move! Panic flared up and Mirio struggled to heave the rebar and attached concrete off his chest, but the hefty debris hardly budged, instead shifting to bear down on his lungs and stomach. The hero choked in a breath, warring equally between terror and fury at his own helplessness. Clawing for a handhold on the edges of the debris, his fingers seized the rebar and, using all his strength, Mirio finally managed to free himself from beneath the section of wall. 

He barely had a moment to breathe before something was blocking out the sunlight. Mirio only just rolled over in time, dodging the steel beam that crashed into the ground where his head had been. The blond was quickly up on his feet once more, a little unsteady but he had survived harder training than this. Cementoss enjoyed putting them through their paces at the academy, after all! 

Mirio scrambled behind another pile of rubble, his eyes on the body across the way. The hooded jacket looked too familiar even to his rattled vision, and it was with great care that he crawled forwards so as not to alert the unstable Quirk user overhead where he was. The body's features solidified the closer he got, and Mirio was horrified to see that it was you, a pool of blood staining the ground around your head. What you had said earlier came rushing back to him: 'we don't have the Hassaikai to call the shots anymore or keep people in line.' 

You had been right, it would seem. 

"You think you're better than me?! I'll crush you!" came a yell from the balcony, making Mirio groan in irritation. 

"Seriously, knock it off! You're going to get someone killed!" The hero shouted angrily, going to roll you onto your back and realizing with a start that a small girl was wrapped in your embrace. No time to unpack that, he needed a pulse. It was there, it was there thank God, weak in your throat but still there. The little girl was breathing as well, he could see her eyelids flutter like she was dreaming. 

Another chunk of flooring getting torn out of a neighboring building and heaved in his general direction (thankfully missing by a fair margin) encouraged Mirio to keep moving. The young man scooped you and the child up, breaking into a stumbling sprint in order to put more ground between him and the raging Quirk user. 

Blood was smeared across your forehead from a wound at your temple. Mirio was uncertain if you had been injured anywhere else; his perfunctory check only lasted as long as his limited safety. Please be okay, he pleaded mentally, please, I'm sorry, please-

Sirens met Mirio's ears and he turned, catching sight of a police car speeding up the road. He emerged from behind the rubble, shifting your weight to wave one arm and get their attention. "Stop!" He screamed as loudly as he could, still breathing a sigh of relief when the vehicle screeched to a halt. 

The road beneath his feet shuddered and he heard a long, crumbling slide behind him. Another one of the buildings had collapsed, the structure crumpling to the ground in a cloud of dust with a thunderous crash!

The blond man was all but deafened, unable to make out the words the officer behind the wheel was saying. A high-pitched sound rang in his ears, aggravating the headache that had been brewing since he had hit the ground like a sack of bricks.

Abruptly flying past his head was a blue streak, her familiar electricity causing his hair to stand on end. "He's up there!" Mirio shouted at Nejire, his chest tightening when she simply nodded once, eyes narrowed against the wind. Behind Nejire came the rest of the cavalry in a police van and Mirio froze as he was faced with the rapidly-approaching reality of seeing his coworkers, friends again.

With fingers clenched down on your arm and leg to keep them from trembling, he stood his ground. Tamaki was the first out of the transport, the barefoot hero lunging towards Mirio with staggering steps. Mirio braced for impact and was stunned when Tamaki embraced him, the hooded man's quiet voice nearly inaudible. "You're alive, oh my God you're alive."

"I'm sorry for running." Mirio realized he must not still be able to hear properly because Tamaki winced at the volume of his voice. "I'm here to accept the consequences of my actions and take responsibility for the…for the demise of Sir." Mirio said evenly, his chest heaving a bit as he said those words. Demise. 

Tamaki shook his shoulders, the young man clearly exasperated. "Mirio for fuck's sake, you've been missing, I--we thought you were dead!" He said, his voice trembling. "But no, of course you weren't." He gestured at you and the child in Mirio's arms. "You were helping." Guilt crushed Mirio's throat and he hung his head, a sob breaking free. Amajiki hushed him, easing the little girl out of your hold. "It's alright, Mirio," he soothed, "it's alright. Let the medics look you over, alright? Rest for a minute. W-We can talk afterwards." 

Mirio nodded mutely, following the other man to the transport. Before they reached it though, he opened his mouth. "Tamaki, I…my Quirk is gone." Mirio tugged the ziplock bag from his utility belt, showing his friend the bullet. Another sob rattled his body at the horrified expression on Tamaki's face. "I'm the r-reason why Sir--it's my fault." The blond man finished with some difficulty, hating that he couldn't stop his tears. 

"Shut up." Mirio started at the severe tone of Tamaki's voice. The other man sounded pained but firm. "Sir did what he thought was right. Are you saying he made the wrong choice? Are you saying the hero who could see the future made the wrong choice?" Tamaki challenged, his gaze flinty. "He knew what would happen if he saved you, and yet he still did it."

Mirio was stunned silent. Because it was true, for all that he hadn't thought of it. Sir's Quirk…

He still did it.

"Why?" The blond croaked out. 

Amajiki just shook his head, his expression softening. "I'm not him, Mirio. I don't know. B-But we can't let it be for nothing, right?" He reasoned with a tiny smile, handing the child over to the medical personnel and then taking your body out of Mirio's arms.

Mirio's knees suddenly buckled beneath him, but a blue-clad arm thrust itself under his shoulder to support his weight. "It's okay Mirio, I've got you." Nejire, her face dirty but smiling, the young woman looking at him like they were still friends. 

All Mirio could do was shove his face into her shoulder and cry hysterically, apologizing to her and Tamaki over and over. It wasn't exactly heroic behavior but he might not even be considered a hero after this, so maybe he would be forgiven this momentary weakness.

He knew what would happen if he saved you, and yet he still did it.

Part Three

[indelicateink]

wow. finale. we've arrived. i have some (major spoilers) thoughts. i'm sleep-deprived, and I'm kinda jumping around here, but christ alive we made it:

omg yay. here we are. all the love.

for me…the pacing felt off on this episode? though possibly the pacing was off for the whole season if they had to rush(?) so many incredibly important "payoff" beats in this episode. we've been building toward this for years so I admit--the MASSIVE armand/betrayal reveal, the lestat reunion, the actual killing of the coven members (aside from santiago)--they felt very hurried to me. lol, obviously the solution is a two-hour finale. i stg they used to do this with season finales.

i am so excited that way back in the day amc made this two seasons instead of one. can you imagine? I cannot fucking imagine that cliffsnotes version. we won bigtime.

the jazz soundtrack to the revenge was certainly a choice. feel like i would not have made that choice. i'll soak it in and reflect.

I enjoyed louis's new invisible friend. sir. after howevermany nights in the hellbox, you get as many invisible friends as you want. but jesus.

an ocean of unanswered questions about lestat. an ocean on jupiter. I get this is the purpose of s3. but there are many things idk how to feel about, which is emotionally unsatisfying? but okay. we wait. without getting information. again. (s'fine.)

rashid is the goddamn JAMES BOND ETHAN HUNT JASON BOURNE OF TALAMASCA AGENTS!!!! that man served TWO TELEPATHIC VAMPIRES as a double agent and LIVED. fucking standing ovation. guy probably has supernatural brainpowers, i'm not knocking it, i'm just impressed he lived.

all their reunion cries: my soul was immolated.

idk how to feel about the pathetic fallacy during the reunion.

OI. that reunion was KINDA BRIEF for my tastes lol. i mean, i'm glad it happened but I STARVE, MOTHER.

okay i felt insane. I could have sssssssworn SR said in a recent interview that lestat thought louis was dead since 1973. idk if i misunderstood, if I'm misremembering, if this was misdirection, or if lestat really did just have an initial non-reaction to louis rocking up to nola alive after all.

no i'm still on the ocean of questions lol. I still need so much information about lestat, and armand, the coven, and the trial. we gotta wait a couple years to find out what armand had on lestat: fine. ditto whatever was really going on with armand. but there's this weird implication in the air that the coven could have overpowered armand and lestat, these two wildly powerful vampires, and idk if that's going to be satisfactorily answered for a couple years. surely that was not the case. but why did armand have louis locked up in the hellbox, then? many questions. idk, i got four hours of sleep last night and i must think on this.

i found it hard to emotionally connect with what was happening in the magnus-lestat-hell-tower given that i was aware i had no idea what was Really Going On in that moment. except ugh, ugh, no! stop! i know this is Bad but I don't fully know why. (lol, raincheck on more pain!)

i'm on the fucking floor with how much armand got away with lmfao. i am on. the mother. fucking. floor. it's possible you could say his punishment is being in a relationship with a man who HE KNOWS will always consider him no. 2. And yet, I felt armand was on some level willing to put up with that, so idk if that's a real punishment--it's just unfortunate by my personal metric. but:

but anyway, in the 40s alone--let me get this straight: louis is told by armand after louis escapes the TdV that armand sold him out to save himself. eventually, way later, armand gets louis free from the hellbox, though louis wanders paris fucking delusional for awhile. after louis escapes the TdV, louis learns from armand that armand was fucking louis right through his collaboration with the TdV because why not have your cake and eat it too I guess. and in addition to the collaboration, armand never dropped the factoid that lestat was in paris. oh and: CLAUDIA DIED. CLAUDIA AND MADELEINE DIIIIIED. HORRIBLY. FOR ENTERTAINMENT. even going with the "armand, poor little meow meow," version of events, florence du lac is turning over in her GRAVE that louis did not shun this man, let alone attempt to kill him. instead he uses him to punish his ex (i mean yes, florence would be seated for that massive revenge on lestat, louis), and then just. be armand's, what. loveless(not totally) companion for eternity? armand doesn't care if louis settles. I know the wrath of louis de pointe du lac, this ain't it. armand: you are teflon. amazing.

AND THEN. in 2022. louis throws armand into a wall and tells him to gtfo. like. wow. wow. I am an armand fan, I'm not gunning for him, but after spending 3/4 of a century living a brutally painful lie because of armand and suffering more than jesus christ over the death of his daughter because of armand--also the armand who was arranging to have louis burned alive for entertainment, and translated "banishment" to "hellbox"(!!!!!)--after all this is revealed (and I get it's a lot for louis to take in), louis does not explode that building in a ball of fire somehow. armand: you are teflon. akasha is watching in awe and fear. do all the heinous shit you want, you still get to have sex with and cohabitate with louis de pointe du lac for 70 years, as long as you're willing to settle for some lack of enthusiasm and a suicidal partner. no repercussions. go conquer the world.

I adore our secret agent daniel molloy moment. thank you to the talamasca for coming in and saving the payoff of the ending of the show, lol. louis might otherwise be stuck in that tower for another 70 years. we owe you a debt.

oh jesus jesus christ. lestat's little fuckass plank keyboard. THE PATHOS. the misery depression shack is everything, and I loved the ipad. his minion is surely charging his powerpacks at the local coffee shop while he gets those rats, i can't remember if that place even had electricity.

"DID YOU HURT YOURSELF." JUST REACH THROUGH THE SCREEN AND PUNCH ME IN THE FACE. i needed more time with this scene, or tighter shots, or maybe i just need to inject it into my veins.

lestat breaking down over claudia and the blood tear and i can't i cannot it was everything and i died i fucking died

the armand-is-alice theories remain in suspense

felt weird that the rest of the coven died offscreen. but okay.

lolllll i always kinda pause when the show drops little nuggets that say "yeah. hi audience on social media. we see you. we know what you're saying." i'm not used to my show talking back to me.

delirious post-hellbox louis was a tour de force. intro speech louis was a tour de force. amc, the timing that left iwtv without the possibility of emmys is a heartbreak, i get you know this, though

felt kinda ill seeing louis back in that penthouse, even if he is solo. START FRESH IN A NEW, THIRD COUNTRY, FRIEND. CONSIDER IT.

okay someone do a breakdown of the New Painting louis was beaming at on That Wall in dubai

oh! his lil paul portrait

idk if I could live with a display of the dress my daughter died in, but we've already covered that ldpdl is so much more hardcore than I am. carry on.

lol I loved daniel's nails showing up in the interview before his big YEAH I'M TAKING OFF MY GLASSES NOW, IT'S REAL, PEOPLE, moment. so pleased for eric. living the dream.

devil's minion is totally secure, that's a thing that will be depicted in one fashion or another, there's not even a whisper of a doubt

loustat reunion. hi real lestat. hi present-day new orleans. i have reached the oasis in the angst desert. i lived. pretty sweet trip.

[shinyemikyu]

Fuck neurologists.

My primary care doctor referred me to a neurologist in the ongoing quest to diagnose/treat my mystery illness. I have had very bad experiences with neurologists in the past, but I was desperate enough to try again. Plus my dad agreed to come along for moral support, for which I am immensely grateful.

Anyway, my appointment was today and somehow managed to go much worse than I expected.

I walked into the exam room and a man who later turned out to be the doctor I was there to see was sitting at his computer. He did not introduce himself. He eventually did look up at me at one point, at least. That, along with having been physically present in the room, are pretty much the only worthwhile things he did.

He asked me to describe my symptoms, which I did. He repeatedly interrupted to ask follow-up questions, and while his tone was a bit abrupt I wasn't too put off by that. At least he was trying to gather information.

Then he asked me why I was using a walker, and the way he said it sounded a bit accusatory. Still, I explained myself and we moved on.

Then he tried to blame everything on my depression and anxiety. Hardly surprising - unfortunately my prescriptions are in my medical record so I can't just deny having those conditions (not that I normally endorse lying to doctors, mind you, but having those conditions blamed for everything is so common that it shocks me when a doctor is willing to even consider the possibility that you can be depressed and also have an unrelated medical problem). So I pointed out that I was diagnosed with depression about 25 years ago and my current problems started about 1 year ago, but he said depression can still cause random problems at times. Which I am well aware of, given that I have lived with depression for well over two decades at a minimum.

Anyway, I went over my most concerning symptoms again and pointed out that I managed to obtain two graduate degrees and successfully practice law for the better part of a decade with depression, so clearly my depression has never been anywhere close to this level of debilitating before. To which he basically shrugged and said there's probably nothing he could do to help me.

Which, fine. If you can't help I'd much rather you say so than keep selling me false hope for the cost of a hefty co-pay per visit. But he just sounded... bored? Annoyed? I don't know. I don't expect him to actually care - he has way too many patients for that, obviously - but just feigning a slight amount of concern would have softened the blow.

I wasn't angry yet, though. That happened when he decided that my insomnia was the ultimate cause of everything. I pointed out that insomnia was the last of my symptoms to develop, so while it certainly wasn't helping it obviously couldn't have been the sole cause. He doubled down and insisted all of my problems were from lack of sleep.

That's when it became utterly surreal. I made a snarky comment about how effect cannot precede cause. Another one about how that's not a medical principle, but just a basic statement about how the time dimension works. And this man, who somehow has a medical degree, actually straight up said he didn't get it.

To which I said, "Oh for fuck's sake", grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and DREW A GODDAMN TIMELINE on which I plotted out my symptoms, with insomnia clearly coming last. I then explained that the things that came earlier on the timeline could cause the things that come later, but not the other way around because time only flows in one direction. He looked confused, then just doubled down on insomnia causing my problems.

He then asked for the precise date the insomnia started. I couldn't do that, but I was able to give a pretty decent estimate. And then he acted like this was some sort of gotcha because I mentioned one thing starting in the spring of last year and another one starting in March. He must have forgotten that March lasts an entire month and spring covers other months in addition to March.

It was bizarre. At this point I knew I wasn't getting through to him, but I still felt compelled to point out the logical flaws in his argument, because I am actually trained in the art of gotcha questions and this was not it, and the one thing that would bring me any small amount of happiness in that moment was pointing out how much that man was embarrassing himself with his sad attempt.

It's not like he had any actual interest in treating me at that point anyway. He'd made that abundantly clear. He did offer to refer me for an MRI, which I might actually need if for nothing else than to rule out possible causes, but by then I was just done with him and his bullshit. I mean if this man couldn't understand simple concepts like "cause precedes effect", then there is no way in hell I'm trusting him with my brain.

So at that point, I scooted off the table and announced "Fuck this, I'm out," and left. I was leaning against the car and crying when my dad came out about 30 seconds later.

I honestly expected Dad to try and convince me to go back in, or tell me it wasn't that bad, but nope. It was that bad. He said from the moment we walked in the room he had a bad feeling about that doctor, and he completely agreed with my assessment of the man's (lack of) intelligence and (also lack of) bedside manner. I cried the whole way home, but still managed to make myself laugh a bit by mercilessly roasting that waste of space calling himself a doctor.

So my dad drove me home and ordered us pizza and talked me out of suicide (or at least into delaying it a few months, which is about the best that can be hoped for at this point). And here I am, on a new round of crying but also developing a newfound determination to fix my problems and get better out of pure spite. Because fuck that guy, my life means a lot and if your head's too far up your ass for you to see that, then fuck your face.

[offbrandhange]

Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Fluff & NSFW headcanons on your wedding day/night with some of the AOT boys!

! Slight NSFW !

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.

Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi

a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades....

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time. 

Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it. 

100% a beach wedding. No doubt.

The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.

Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.

On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.

Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.

When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him......which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.

Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)

Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.

Armin isn’t a dancer but....he practiced how to slow dance just for you.

Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.

The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.

After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.

NSFW below !

The beach was reserved...meaning it is now completely deserted. I am now politely reminding you, Armin is not a saint. Honeymoon sex on the beach, anybody?

The sex is slow and sweet; he takes his time with you and kisses you all over. It’s 100% the definition of, “making love.”

If you’re down for a kid right now, Armin’s down for a kid right now. He WILL try for a baby with you if it’s what you want.

After you made a mess of yourselves in the sand...Armin would probably let you sleep for a little bit as he watched the waves. He doesn’t want it to end yet.

When he’s finally content, he would carry you back to the hotel, trying not to wake you.

Super considerate dusting the sand off you, and then tucking you in bed. He’s totally cuddling you to sleep, too.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

Pretty much gives you full control of the wedding planning; he only has a few requests.

Eren would be the type of dude to invite friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Your wedding is gonna be packed.

Has no idea what kind of wedding he prefers.

Please, god, don’t let him pick the venue. He will go to the first one, look around, and go, “Yeah, this is pretty nice.” That’s how you’ll end up getting married at an AirBNB with a nice backyard hidden behind the local Walmart.

Doesn’t know if he should make Armin or Zeke the best man, so he flips a coin to decide. It landed on Armin, and from that day on, Zeke was super salty.

Tries to convince you to try on the wedding dress/suit the day before. He can’t sleep that night because he’s so keyed up thinking about how pretty you’ll look.

On the day of the wedding, he’s super fucking ecstatic and practically bouncing all over the place.

Eren would get kind of impatient when waiting at the isle, to the point it would annoy the groomsmen. Jean came so close to saying something but was thankfully stopped by Armin.

When you finally walk down the isle, he’s BEAMING. He tears up a little bit out of happiness, but nothing too extreme.

Armin had to help him pick out the wedding rings otherwise you would’ve ended up with one of those plastic spider rings you win at Chuck e. Cheese’s.

Eren gets so fucking drunk you’re worried you might have to carry him back to the room by the end of the night.

Jean literally nit-picks everything Eren does the whole night....which almost ends up resulting in a drunken bar fight...at your wedding. It ends up fine, though, because Levi and Mikasa step in as bodyguards.

You SWEAR Mikasa is giving you dirty looks. Likewise, Eren SWEARS he’s getting dirty looks from Levi.

He does alright slow-dancing, but is so tipsy and distracted by how attractive you are to him, he’s kinda just....trying his best.

Absolutely OBLITERATES the dance floor when the fast-paced songs come on...

WILD assortment of speeches. Mikasa is crying, Armin’s reading a poem, Floch’s trying to get you to join his cult, Zeke is crying......and Eren is sitting there like, “Is this almost over.” You’d think it was America’s got talent, or something.

When the wedding ends, he 100% drags you to your favorite fast-food restaurant. Still in your wedding attire. Seriously, this dude is crazy, but he’s fun.

NSFW below !

When you get back to the hotel, he lets you eat your food--and then he fucks the shit out of you.

Way, way, way more rough than usual; super passionate sex. Multiple rounds, too. You don’t even KNOW how he has this much stamina by the end of the night.

Not even TRYING to get you pregnant, but his dumbass probably accidentally would.

Good luck trying to walk tomorrow!!!

When he’s finally tired, he is GONE. Like, you could scream bloody-murder and he still wouldn’t wake up.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

You can TRY and take that wedding planner from Erwin--the only way he’d give it to you is if you pried it from his cold, dead hand(s).

Tells people he’s married MONTHS before the wedding.

Everyone.....and I mean EVERYONE.....knows you’re getting married. he will walk up to strangers and brag about you.

Erwin invites everyone he sees. Elderly woman crossing the street? Invited. Barista at the coffee shop? Invited. Guy on the bus who offered him a seat? Invited.

All those people attend the wedding, too. Why? Everyone knows and loves Erwin. So when your wedding is literally PACKED with people you have never seen before--you’re only slightly surprised.

You know those reality shows where they have HUGE, expensive weddings? Your wedding would put theirs to shame. Erwin goes ALL OUT.

The venue? A literal castle. How did he manage to book and afford a castle? Don’t question it.

Your wedding dress doesn’t have a budget. Seriously, your wedding is crazy expensive--and straight out of a fairy tale.

You’re pretty sure Levi made himself the best man--and Erwin was fine with it.

Is super excited on the day of the wedding. He knows it’s going to be perfect; he got his eyebrows done just for the occasion.

When you walk down that isle his smile is SO BRIGHT. he is SHINING.

Yeah, those wedding rings? Imported from Italy, plastered with giant, real, diamonds. You will never be able to say Erwin doesn’t spoil you.

Pretty chill wedding, nothing’s too rowdy and everyone’s still having a good time.

Whispers sweet nothings and tells you how happy he is the whole night. He can’t go five minutes without saying, “I love you.”

Just TRY to get him to stop holding your hand; he won’t.

Erwin is so good at slow-dancing??? And he’s so careful with you, too. 100% the one in the lead, but he’s spinning and dipping you so sweetly. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you...

He’s a serious guy a lot of the time, but I honest to god believe in the sweetest way possible, you would genuinely have a really fun time fast-pace dancing with him. You would both be laughing at each other’s moves.

Majority of the speeches are super nice. Hange tried to get Levi to say something, brought him up to the stage and....he starred at the crowd for a couple awkward seconds, then walked off. He conveyed his message through his eyes, I guess?

The wedding is so long you weren’t sure it was ever going to end...

Hotel? Nah he booked that castle, that’s where you’re spending the night...

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You’re fucking in the king bed tonight baby, literally.

Pays attention to your needs/wants the WHOLE NIGHT. Seriously, he’s a soft dom, and makes sure you’re more than satisfied.

Tons of body worship?? He’s so sweet and careful with you.

Erwin secretly really, really wants to give you his babies and start a family with you on the honeymoon. If you’re willing, he will make sure he gets you pregnant; you’re getting no sleep.

After you’re done, he will run you two a bath and clean you off. He adds in a little bonus massage, too.

When you get in bed, he pets your head, cuddling you until you fall asleep. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling before you drifted off to sleep.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

Jean would definitely help you plan the wedding--he values romance a lot, so having the perfect wedding for him and you, is important. He also doesn’t want to put all the weight on you.

Brags to his friends that he’s getting married--they all get tired of hearing about it.

Normal sized wedding--not too many, but not small, either. Lots of family and friends.

The venue is at a barn. Yes, he picked a barn. it’s a nice venue, too; the only problem is that he’s not going to be able to escape those horse jokes.

Marco is chosen as the best man--and when Connie hears about it, he sulks for a few days. He gets over it eventually, though.

He’s kind of nervous the day of--but Marco reassures him and teaches his some deep-breathing techniques.

Keeps his cool until he goes to stand at the alter--and then he’s in full-blown panic mode. “What if I can’t make her happy?” “What if she runs away with Eren?” meanwhile, Eren is standing right there with the other groomsmen, like “wtf?”

When you walk down the isle--he’s super overwhelmed. He feels a huge sense of relief you didn’t ditch him and run away, but also metaphorically hit by a semi-truck of emotions since he realized he’s ACTUALLY getting married. There’s a little bit of happy crying.

His mom picked out your wedding rings; you only find out when she brags about it--and Jean yells at her for telling you.

His wedding gift to you is a giant portrait he drew of you--and on the back, there’s a message in French. He won’t tell you what it says, but you’re pretty sure it’s an oath to love and protect you ‘till the day he dies.

He does pretty well slow-dancing. His mom also mentions he begged her to practice with him so he didn’t mess up.

He’s a little worried about making himself look like a fool dancing in front of you--but for you, he does it anyways; You both laugh your asses off and have a lot of fun.

The speeches make Jean look like he wants to drop dead from embarrassment. He’s not sure what’s worse--Connie and Sasha doing karaoke, Eren making horse jokes, or his mom telling all of his embarrassing baby stories.

After everyone leaves, Jean takes you to look at the animals before you leave, too.

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 As for honeymoon sex; you better not make a horse joke, otherwise you’re getting laid in that fucking barn. Maybe. He threatens that, but you know he wouldn’t want to have sex there on your wedding night. He’s 100% down for another time, though.

A mix of rough and sweet at the same time--he does the right things at the right times.

Is a lot more passionate and soft than usual--very careful with your body, and makes sure to really take everything in; He wants to remember the night for as long as he lives.

Immaculate aftercare; and on top of that, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, occasionally kissing your forehead.

Bonus: he sings you to sleep.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

Lets you plan the wedding, but looks it over and makes sure there’s nothing too crazy happening. He, somehow, is worried you’re going to plan a circus or something else ridiculous to show up.

No one knows you’re getting married until the envelopes are mailed to family and friends. In fact, some people didn’t even know you were together.

Pretty small wedding, it’s mostly people who are very close to you two. It has a very homey-feel.

The venue HAS to be indoors. Levi thinks an outdoor wedding is unsanitary--so you end up getting married in a banquet hall.

Erwin is 1000% the best man. You don’t even have to ask, you already know it’s going to be Erwin.

Is literally shaking and sweating his ass off he’s so nervous the day of the wedding--if anyone asks, though, he swears he is fine. Has no idea it’s completely obvious he’s on the verge of absolutely freaking out.

Erwin and Hange try to get him to relax--but he continues to deny that he is in fact, NOT calm.

When you walk down the isle and he makes eye contact with you--his brain short-circuits. His mind literally stops working and is constantly repeating, “p...p...pre....pretty..” the whole damn time.

Mentally saves the image of you in your dress/suit to use as his motivation to always come home to you.

Tries to remain expressionless, but is literally tomato-red and on the verge of crying; he never thought he’d be able to find happiness--it feels like everything is finally going to be okay. Erwin is smiling like a proud dad, and Hange is trying to suppress their amazement that the dude’s showing emotion.

Your wedding rings are fairly plain--but on the inside of the bands, both of your names are etched.

He won’t read the vows out loud, he simply hands you a letter and tells you to read it another time.

When the time comes to kiss--Levi literally hides behind you and shyly pulls you in. The view the audience gets is your back--and they aren’t sure whether to clap or not.

Your wedding gift to him was a giant assortment of different teas--and he genuinely seemed really excited to try them. He didn’t realize it, but when he mentioned tasting them, he said, “with you” at the end.

Has no idea how to slow dance. Erwin tried to help him, but it didn’t do much, so you teach him on the spot. Your first dance, he concentrates really hard on not messing up, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Doesn’t know how to dance fast-pace either, in fact, he’s pretty confused. You have to grab the man and force him out of his comfort zone, spinning him and all. Hange and the Survey Corp members are laughing their ass off at his bewildered face.

The speeches went pretty well--except for when Hange didn’t stop talking; Levi threatened to force them off the stage, and you don’t think he was joking.

The wedding was fairly short--but only because Levi rushed everyone home; he just wanted to drag you off and keep you to himself for the rest of the day.

After the wedding, he takes you to a spot nearby to watch the sunset. He has a soft smile, and you can tell he’s genuinely happy.

You take HIM back to the hotel--he would’ve been fine staying there just a little longer, in the peace of it all.

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You’re literally taking his virginity. He saved himself for marriage; he wanted to make sure he gave himself to the right person.

Very nervous--and kind of insecure, too. He isn’t sure what you’ll think of him, and he’s worried about you seeing his scars. He STILL isn’t completely convinced you really want him.

Lots of body worship and reassuring him; he melts at your touch.

Once he gets comfortable and into it, he repeats “I love you” a lot.

He doesn’t last very long...but keeps going until you get off, too. He’s still a little confused by everything, so you have to teach him.

He’s half asleep after cumming--but still insists the two of you need to get in the shower.

Was too tired to stand, so you took a bath together instead. He falls asleep, leaning on you, when you massage his head.

You end up being unable to wake him up--the man is dead tired from not only sleep deprivation, the long day, but also his first time.

You can’t get him out of the bathtub, either--he’s too bulky to lift. You expected him to be much lighter due to his height, but his muscle makes him a lot more heavy.

Hange and Erwin have to be called to haul his ass--naked--out of the tub and into the bed. Hange is of no help since they’re laughing so hard--and Erwin is helping, but trying so hard not to break face and laugh too.

After they leave, you cover him up and cuddle into his frame; you could swear you heard a quiet, “thank you.”

[by-soleil]

obsessed

Pairing: Oh Sehun x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Genre: fluff, sooo much fluff

This fic was inspired by “Obsessed - Miley Cyrus”

•••

“Have you ever been so in love, you’d catch yourself smiling like a schoolgirl with just the thought of him alone?” you ask your friends as you throw your phone on the couch. The conversation you just had with your boyfriend left you grinning like a fool.

“You’re obsessed with Sehun, we get it. Damn, quit throwing it on our faces.” one of your friends semi-shout, your shenanigans about the perfect guy you’re so lucky to call boyfriend is getting too repetitive.

You throw them an even bigger smile, “I am, I have it so bad.”

How to even begin when it comes to Sehun. His looks? Straight out of the magazine. His personality? Even better, probably the only person that could—and are willing to—deal with your over the top neediness.

Upon meeting Sehun the first time, you had no idea that you’d eventually turn into this cheesy girlfriend that clings to her man you used to roll your eyes at. Sehun just making it so hard for you not to. Time not spent with him is filled with the urge to call him just so you know he’s there.

From the outside looking in, him being the calm and always put together type of guy is the total opposite of your loud and messy personality. But what they don’t get to see is the sweet, caring—sometimes even bratty—Sehun that you love so much.

•••

“What would I do tonight? I don’t like sleeping without you.” you mumble to his back. Height difference left your face snuggled in between his shoulder blades. Hands around his waist tightens with the thought of sleeping alone.

Sehun chuckles, enjoying how needy you become every time the two of you will spent a few days apart because of work. “You’ll be fine, babe. It’s just a few days, I’ll have you snuggled to sleep in no time.” Sehun taps your arms around his abdomen to let you know the coffee he’s making is ready and he’s going to move.

Whining and shaking your head, you try to match Sehun’s movement towards the couch, not willing to let go just yet.

“I’ll spill this coffee everywhere if you keep doing that, let go for a sec, babe.” Sehun taps your arms once again.

Finally letting go, you quickly snuggle yourself on the couch next to him. Making people think you might have an allergic reaction if you were to be separated from your boyfriend for more than a few minutes.

“Should I just quit my job and apply to one that doesn’t require me fly out every now and then so I could be here all the time?” you jokingly ask, both knowing you’d never do that cause you love your job so much—except for the flying out part.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, babe, I’ve begged you to quit your job and come work for me for how long now?” Sehun leans down to plant a quick kiss to your head. “But you always so stubborn.”

You roll your eyes, “Duh, obviously cause I would never get anything done at work if you’re somewhere in 100 feet radius. I’d jump you every few hours, you know.”

“I wouldn’t mind, honestly.” Sehun grins.

You scoff, playfully hitting his torso only to be distracted by the hard muscles underneath his t-shirt. “Tell that to your mean secretary. She hates me, you know.”

“No, she didn’t. She’s such a nice person.” Sehun’s hand find yours, intertwining the fingers.

“Can’t blame her tho, If I were her I’d hate the girl fucking the guy I have the fattest crush on too.” you shrug nonchalantly.

“You’re crazy, you know?” Sehun shakes his head. Setting his coffee down before pulling you even more into his embrace.

“It’s okay, I understand. How can someone be around you all day for years and not have a crush on you? Impossible, I mean, look at you?” you ask sounding a bit offended that someone could look this close to perfection. Thanking the heavens everyday he’s yours.

“I think you’ve ruined other people for me. I don’t think I’ll survive the day without being complimented at least ten times a day now.” Sehun throws his head back on the couch.

“Great, exactly how I want it to be! You’re stuck with me!” you stretch your neck to plant a kiss on his favorite spot right underneath his ear. Making him release the deepest sounding laugh that spreads warmth inside of you.

•••

You can’t sleep. Exactly how you predicted.

Tossing and turning for hours, the hotel’s queen sized bed felt extra spacious with no one to share it with. Pulling up your phone, you check the time.

3:11 A.M. You need to be up in a few hours for the morning meetings you have all scheduled.

Contemplating hard whether or not you should call your boyfriend just to hear his voice this late.

Knowing you’ll never get the sleep you need to function properly the next day without hearing Sehun’s voice, you dial his number.

It took a few beeps before Sehun’s raspy laughs reach your ears, needing no explanation as to why you’re calling him at 3 in the morning “Can’t sleep, huh, babe?”

“Sorry,” you somewhat plea, then huff when you realize how sleepy Sehun sounds, “but you’re sleeping just fine I guess.”

“I’ve cracked the code, you know. I worked out real hard after dinner so by the time I’m done showering I have no energy left and just passed out.” you can hear Sehun shifts to a more comfortable position on the bed.

“That’s so smart. Could’ve told me though, I just spent hours tossing and turning, looking at old pictures we took on that ski trip.” you confess, though it didn’t actually bother you that you just spent hours looking at cute pictures of you and Sehun while mentally planning for your next getaway together.

Sehun’s raspy laughs sounding more like a lullaby as it reaches your ear. “Let’s go skiing, I wanna go ski. You still owe me a snowboarding lesson.” Sehun suggests excitedly while reminding you about the stupid bet you lose a few months ago.

“Babe, it’s July. I’d rather us fly to Hawaii, wouldn’t it be fun, no?”

“I’m sure there’s an all year round resort somewhere in Europe.” he states not willing to give up the ski shenanigans, pulling a groan from you.

Sehun whines, showing the side of him other people rarely see. The bratty Sehun deep within slowly making an appearance. “But, babeee.. Imagine how fun it will be. Europe is small, we can even go to Nice if you’re so keen on going to the beach.”

Shaking your head, you laugh at Sehun’s attempt to get what he wants. Being born as the youngest have grant him a lot of things throughout his life. “You’re impossible.”

“I’ll schedule the flight, resort and everything, all you gotta do is just sit tight and be pretty next to me.” Sehun excitedly promise, sounding even more cute with all the excitement in his voice.

“You mean, you’ll get your people to get the flight and everything?” you tease him, fully knowing he would never do it himself with all the works he’s got on his plate.

You can hear Sehun clacking his tongue slightly annoyed, “Same thing, babe, same thing. So, put it in your calendar, a week of European getaway with the love of your life.” Sehun grins at the end of his sentence.

“Yes, sir!” you give in easily. You always give in when it comes to Sehun, be it him persuading you until you give in or you and your very low resistance when it comes to Sehun. Nevertheless, it’s like he’s got you under a spell or something. “Is this what it feels like when you're in love? Cause I really really like the way it feels.” you stupidly grin.

The call goes silent for a few seconds, making you pull away to make sure it wasn’t the connection.

Hearing no response you continue, “Am I obsessed with you? Cause I do my best no to want you, this much.” you take a deep, deep breath. “But I do, I do all the time.”

“I really really wish I could kiss you right now.” Sehun breathes, the tone of his voice spreading warmth from your chest all the way to your fingertips.

“Great, now I for sure wouldn’t be able to sleep.” you groan loudly, the image of Sehun kissing you tenderly flashes. Hating the fact that the kiss would have to wait for another day.

“You started it!” Sehun fires back. “Who’s mentioning how good it feels to be in love with me and how you want me even though you tried no to? Not me!”

“Umm, you told me to clear my schedule for a getaway with the love of my life!” you snap right back, emphasizing the last few words for dramatic effect. If Sehun were here, you absolutely sure he would be rolling his eyes in annoyance.

The both of you started cackling, laughing at how ridiculous the last few minutes was.

“Go to sleep, babe. You have an 8 AM, no?” Sehun finally say when the both of you finish laughing.

“I do.” you yawn, the haziness finally seeps in. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, babe. I’ll see you Thursday.” he promises before the two of you exchange I love yous and end the call.

Feeling somewhat of a relief, you set your alarm before putting your phone away. Going back to stare at the ceiling of the hotel room before slowly drifting off to sleep.

•••

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Commander Buir: Chapter Five

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In which a lot of things happen, like pirates, and accidentally calling someone 'Dad,' and breaking down mentally to confess to the greatest crime one has every committed.

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They leave Corellia as they came: a small family working their way to Coruscant aboard a ship that needs a Mandalorian guard. It’s passenger transit rather than cargo, this time, but the work itself is near identical.

--

“No, Mom, it’s like this!”

Cody hears the officious little voice before he enters the room. They’ve been given a single bed to share again, just barely large enough to fit two adults and a child, but they have their own room… sort of. There is a minimal amount of floor space and nowhere near enough room to stand up, but it’s private. Apparently, this is what ‘cabin crew quarters’ are like on passenger ships. It’s technically not where hired security usually stays, but all the proper bedrooms had already been taken, and the employer that Fett had connected them too had offered they take this, instead of one of the seated-not-bedded sets that economy took.

Cody hadn’t had any interest in sitting for the week-long trip, and so he’d agreed to the crew room.

Shmi and Anakin are both sitting cross-legged on the floor of the crew quarters. Their backs are as straight as can be, which means that a few of Shmi’s flyaway hairs are brushing the ceiling. They both have their eyes shut, but Shmi’s lips are pursed in half a smile.

“Am I interrupting?” Cody asks.

“Ani’s trying to teach me to meditate,” Shmi reports.

“I see,” Cody says. “Unfortunately, I need to tell you that it’s bed time.”

Shmi unfolds herself with ease. Anakin opens one eye, and darts a look at the chrono.

“We have another hour,” he complains.

“Line for the freshers is longer than usual,” Cody tells them. “Took me twenty minutes to get through, myself. You might get to skip the line since there’s a little kid, but I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Shmi says. She heads for the ladder that leads out of the crew quarters, pausing halfway to stare Anakin down until he followed.

Cody busies himself with placing his armor aside and cleaning his blaster. He’s got a few things he’d like to read up on before he goes to sleep, himself, and the cheap datapad he picked up on Christophsis needs recharging. He stretches while he waits for the battery to load up, the final part of a cooldown that started well before his own shower, and he’s lying back on his side of the bed before the Skywalkers get back.

He's reading up on the latest news from Mandalorian space.

Duchess Kryze was officially instated a few months before his arrival in the past, and the Jedi had left days later. Weeks ago, when he’d first been catching up on the state of affairs, he’d seen the photos, and… the first time Cody had seen an image of his shiny-age General with her, he’d been unable to stop staring until Anakin had joined in.

“He looks twelve,” Anakin had said. “Baby-faced.”

Cody hadn’t been able to disagree. “Sixteen, at least.”

“I mean, maybe.”

Now, of course, Mandalorian politics are a bit more… settled. Not as settled as they eventually will be, but there’s only the occasional flare-up of Death Watch activity, and the Protectors that the Duchess has sourced from those traditional communities willing to throw in with her are enough to keep her and her government safe.

He wonders if he should find a way to warn her that Pre Vizsla is gathering power to take that government from her.

He wonders if Pre has even started yet.

He could probably just tell Fett…

“We’re back,” Shmi says, and he shifts his legs to let the two crawl up to their own spots. Anakin looks grumpy as anything, and Shmi’s hair looks like it’s still the slightest bit damp.

“Watcha readin’?” Anakin asks, shoving himself into Cody’s space.

“Mando politics,” Cody says.

Anakin frowns at the datapad, and then looks up accusingly at Cody. “That’s in the Mando alphabet.”

“Yes.”

“I can’t read that.”

“I’m aware, General,” Cody says, amused despite himself. “I’m practicing. If I want to be able to read it consistently, I need to practice.”

“But I want to read it.”

“No,” Cody says, “because what you need is to sleep. You’re a growing boy, little General.”

“I’m twenny-two.”

“Ani,” Shmi says, quiet but firm, and it’s like magic. Anakin settles down and starts actually trying to sleep. Shmi turns her smile to Cody, sharing her amusement at this, though that ever-present sadness isn’t gone. She speaks before he can think of something to say. “Could you read it aloud?”

“Hm?”

“It’s not a bedtime story, but words in a language we don’t quite know, by a voice we do, certainly can be a calming influence.”

It would probably help Cody keep a pace. “Of course.”

He finds his place in the newspaper page, and starts reading aloud. It’s about taxation reform and agricultural subsidies implemented in the wake of assessment results for the remaining fertile lands and forestry on Concordia. Cody flags every word he doesn’t recognize, and there are many, but he doesn’t pause to look them up as he goes.

By the end of the article, Anakin is asleep.

Cody halts, and looks at them. He finds Shmi simply running her hand over Anakin’s hair and looking thoughtful. Cody tells her he’s going to take a few minutes to look up the words he didn’t recognize. She nods, not looking up from Anakin.

He finds the words. He doesn’t have any particular interest in the field of government finances and legal economics or whatever, but he’s heard most of these words in Basic, and that means they’re the kind of thing he needs to know just to be a functioning adult. Probably.

“You’re good with him, you know.”

Cody looks up to find Shmi watching him. “Hm?”

“Ani. I’ve missed so much of his life, but he’s still my son, and he’s a child. I know how to handle him, and I love him, but there are times… there are times he has problems I cannot even begin to understand, and you step in without a thought. You understand him. Other than the teasing about his physical age, you treat him as an adult and address him as an equal. He trusts you.”

Cody’s not sure what to say to all that. He settles on what he does know. “We’ve had each others’ backs in the field often enough. Trust is inevitable, then.”

“Mm. I think it’s more than that,” Shmi says. She doesn’t elaborate.

At a loss, Cody finds another article, this one about funding for an arts program set up in Keldabe, as an afterschool childcare system and unofficial therapy for younglings whose families were impacted by the civil war.

He wonders if Anakin would benefit from some art supplies.

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[clouds-rambles]

hey bestie i was hoping to request xiao, venti, childe and zhongli where the the reader and the character have just had an argument + the reader needs time to calm down from the argument. omg maybe the reader comes back with a gift to apologise

Ask and ye shall receive <3. I’m the kind of person who needs time to relax and process the situation after an argument. I’m always too worked up (read angry) to kiss and make up straight after an argument.

Pairings; (Separate) Xiao, Venti, Childe, Zhongli x reader

Warning(s); breif mention of a wound, alcoholism, swearing

Keep reading under the cut!

Xiao

You’re probably being too harsh on the guy

You had just come back from a tough mission with a few more scrapes than you normally come back, a nasty cut in particular situated on your shoulder was what caused the argument to kick off in the first place

In hindsight the argument started from Xiao’s concern of you getting hurt worse but you were too tired from the commission to really read it as concern

But boy now do you feel bad. You both went your separate ways for the evening and in the morning you still haven’t caught sight of your partner. You eventually go around Wangshu Inn and ask if they’ve seen Xiao.

You get told that he’s out for the day, apparently he caught wind of something manifesting in the mountains. So, you suppose that it’s high time to make an apology gift

And what’s a better apology gift than your partners favourite food? Because your arguments are often few and far between you don’t mind making Xiao almond tofu since it’s not something you’ve associated with apologising

Though you’re aware that the sweet snack means nothing if you’re not sincere with your apology. 

So what’s more sincere than sitting at the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn and wait for Xiao. You don’t mind how long it takes for him to come back just as long as you get to apologise

He comes back just after dusk and you pour your apologise profusely and tell him you understand that he was coming from a place of concern

Xiao is a little distant a short while after the apology but soon you’re reassured that he accepts it when he places his hand on the table for you to take hold of

The two of you sit in silence sat hand in hand while Xiao eats his tofu

You watch him eat with a grin on your face, sometimes just watching the Yaksha sit still and do his thing is enough to keep you in a trance for the evening

-

Venti

Maybe you got into an argument because you’re concerned over Venti’s drinking habits, sure he’s an immortal god but doesn’t he worry about his liver?

Sure the argument started because you’re worried about the archon but boy does he make you angry with his non-sensical thought processes

Venti is the kind of guy who wouldn’t let you leave without settling the argument

Even if the happy medium isn’t actually going to bring any change into the questionable drinking habits

But this argument just feels a little different, you’ve had the same conversation form months but nothing seems to change

You’re not even sure if Venti has actually listened to anything you have said to him about it

So you tell him “Do what you want, but you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight” yeah you just resigned him to sofa treatment. As much as you hate it you’re far too heated to just kiss and make up right now

So the night passes and you wake up with the cold space beside you, you’re confused until you remember the previous nights events

Though your unusual silence in the room doesn’t last long, you presume Venti sensed that you’re awake because you hear a knock at your bedroom door, you’re surprised that Venti is actually here and that he hadn’t sulked off to Windrise where you had originally planned to apologise to him

As you open the door you notice your partner stood before you with a bunch of hand picked cecelia's and dandelions and an apologetic look on his face

You’ve never known Venti to speak so fast he apologises profusely for causing you such worry and promises that he’ll try to drink less, he mentions that he doesn’t wish to give up his Friday and Saturday drinking nights but he’s willing to tone it down during the week if it stops you worrying 

You thank him sincerely and find a vase to put the flowers in

You hug Venti and apologise yourself for being such a worry wart and causing such a big argument

“I’m glad I have someone to worry about me, I don’t know what I’d do without you” You can’t help but swoon at his flowery words and grin at him before the two of you start off the day

-

Childe

It’s a bad habit he has, when you try and talk about something serious with him he constantly cracks jokes at the situation. Which in its self isn’t the worse thing in the world, even you crack jokes to lighten the situation but at some points it goes too far

And today is too far, what started off as a disagreement about where you were going to eat lunch ended up in a full scale (mostly one sided) argument in Childes office about how he can’t take things seriously

You, of course, know this to be false. You’ve seen him in action against his foes and bank business but just in this moment when you are so angry about the situation those rational thoughts go out the window

And what does the bastard do? He cracks another fucking joke

“Is this what I am?” you ask finally reaching the catalyst of your temper “A fucking joke?” 

And boy does the exclamation comes to a surprise to him. No matter how frequent your use of curse words you’ve never directed them at him so it catches Childe by even more surprise

“[name] I’m sorry I didn’-” he tries to apologise

“You didn’t fucking what Tartaglia? Want to make me feel like a joke? Cause you’ve been going down that road at every fucking disagreement we have” you cut him off in a fit of rage “Sleep in your own fucking bed tonight” you add before storming out his office

He tried to follow you out the bank before he was stopped by a fatui agent about some urgent debt collection, so he never got to apologise immediately

And that’s how the next couple of days go, you’ve taken most of the time to cool off and avoid anywhere Childe might be hanging about, your plan works better considering said harbinger was out of Liyue Harbour for a couple of days

Though on the third night Childe appears at your door, he doesn’t bring any gifts, just himself. Childe enjoys gifting things to you so he doesn’t want you or him to associate gift giving with apologies. You’re more than thankful for this

Childe apologises before you even have the chance to invite him in and takes your hand and wholeheartedly promises to try and not make jokes when you have a disagreement

You also apologise and agree that, in hindsight, you blew things out of proportion. You reassure him that he’s a hardworking man and that a few out of place jests make everything more bearable to him.

You invite him inside for some tea, your bed isn’t as cold as it was tonight

-

Zhongli

Disagreements with Zhongli never seem to get any further than that. The archon likes to listen to you vent your frustrations over a cup of herbal tea and usually that calms you down and everything is settled before supper

But every once in a while you’re a little high strung. For instance this time you’re running on a total of 5 hours sleep over the last 4 days. Sleep deprivation could possibly be your middle name at this point 

The only thing you want to do when you get back from your restless trip from Mondstat back home is to just sleep the next few years 

But the sweetie that Zhongli is he quizzes you about your great to horrific trip

Zhongli pulls all the stops he readys some dinner for you and draws a bath when you get back. He even gives you a small lecture about how you’ll feel terrible not washing before going to bed

But with your tired ears, eyes and brain it feels like a personal attack in your entire self “I’ve had it up to here with bloody hillichurls for 4 horrific days, all I want to do is pass the living hell out thank you”

Replace the bloodys with fucks and that’s probably more accurate to what you said

Zhongli is taken a little aback, being an older traditional man it’s unbecoming of anyone to use such sailor language. And thus the male lectures you about it

You take that as about as well as you expect, you don’t respond to him and favour walking out the room, barely getting undressed and collapsing on your shared bed

You wake up the next morning (though when you peek outside it seems like it’s after noon) disorientated. You don’t actually remember coming home the previous day 

Then the memory resurfaces of you yelling at your spouse and regret washes over you

Surely the gift you had prepared for Zhongli would be good enough as repercussions of yesterdays outburst

You see Zhongli in the dining room, to the untrained eye he looks like he’s in a normal mood but to you, you can see his brooding emanating off of him. If you dare point it out Zhongli will deny that he even broods in the first place

He’s the first to greet you without turning around. Rightfully so, he’s still in a mood. So you just profusely apologise for your outburst

You explain that you were running on next to no sleep and while that doesn’t excuse your outburst it certainly explains it. If your spouse so wishes to ask how your trip was you would comply much more now since you’ve had a good sleep behind you. 

You then change the subject to the gift in your hands, some rose tea. Something Zhongli had mentioned when you were courting all that time ago. 

The man sits you on his lap and explains to you about how it was out of place of him to assume you’d be in a talking mood immediately after your travels. You reassure him that under normal circumstances you wouldn’t mind talking about it, you promise that you will do everything in your power to not let the previous night repeat

You then bring out his gift, rose tea, which he had mentioned wanting to taste a little while back, and before long you’re back in the cycle of Zhongli profusely explaining to you some random subject (in this instance rose tea) before you go off to make dinner where you finally share the details of your travels

Hope this is okay! <3 I kind of went a little ham with the Childe and Zhongli one in comparison to the other two hope you don’t mind lmao <3

[ptergwen]

favorite crime

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood / death, lots n lots of angst

summary: you convince peter to go on the run after he’s framed for murdering mysterio, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess

a/n: this was completely based off the song by olivia lfmbsjfhs it’s so beautiful and i’ve wanted to write something for it for a while now so yee i hope y’all like ! pls lmk what you think <3

-

“we have to get you out of here, peter! come on!” you shout back to your boyfriend and tug his hand that’s laced with yours.

peter doesn’t budge. even when your grip on him tightens, when you pull him forward with all your might, he remains stoic.

there’s something he needs to do, and he’s been contemplating it since the day he met you.

it’s time to let you go.

“please, peter. i’m begging. i know you’re tired of running, but if we don’t leave now… they’ll find you,” you desperately choke out. peter squeezes his eyes shut, dreading what’s to come. “i can’t do this to you anymore, y/n. i… i’m sorry.”

emergency sirens and flashing lights approach the old apartment building serving as yours and peter’s latest hideout. the whole world is on the lookout for him, so you two stowed yourselves away in brooklyn for a bit.

you were hopeful the rumors would pass eventually — about how peter shot the beloved mysterio and left him to die in cold blood. they’re merely talk, of course. you’d personally seen the events of that day unfold on the tower bridge. hell, your class was right at the center of them.

quentin beck was pure evil, so rotten he defamed both peter and spider-man with a charge as cruel as murder. he’s wreaking havoc on him from beyond the grave, over a complete misunderstanding that peter had nothing to do with.

beck’s true source of anger is stark industries. yet, once again, peter ended up the collateral damage.

he was deemed a wanted murderer. posters revealing his name and face were plastered up around the city, a reward even being offered to whoever who turns him in.

you’d proposed the idea of skipping town until things settled. the way you saw it, it was peter’s only option other than prison for twenty-five to life. peter was panicking and couldn’t think straight, so he went along with your getaway plan.

a few weeks later, he’s regretting it.

you’ve been the one person he could trust through this madness. you’re right there to console him, to protect him just like he does you. through sickness and health, life and clearly death, you stick by peter’s side. you left everything behind without a second thought, for him.

peter loves you more than you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend, which is why he can’t ask you to do that. this is his battle to fight, not yours or anyone else’s. his.

you suddenly freeze in your tracks, turning around to look at peter. “what are you talking about? you’re fine, pete.”

his eyes roam everywhere except to yours as they water. blinking back tears, he fixes his gaze on your intertwined hands. you notice a stray tear fall down his cheek and use one of your thumbs to wipe it away, then press a reassuring kiss to his lips. peter lets himself reciprocate momentarily before jerking back.

“please just… stop being so nice to me. you’re making this way harder than i wanted to to be,” he rasps and squeezes your hand tighter. you’re still lost, absolutely clueless about what he’s referring to.

“look, pete. i wanna hear you out, baby. but… i think it should wait until we get to jersey.” you keep your voice as calm as possible, though you’re terrified for both of you. since the feds know your location, they’ll have the place surrounded any minute.

hopping cities isn’t cutting it anymore, so you’ll have to change states this time. new jersey is next on your list.

using his strength to his advantage to hold you in place, peter seizes both your shoulders. his bloodshot eyes lock with yours. a stern expression coats his features, one you’ve seen from him yet never been on the receiving end of.

“we’re not going to jersey, y/n/n,” he declares, the sirens starting to grow louder. you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “we have to!” you immediately protest. “it’s not gonna be easy finding our way, but it’s the last-“

peter cuts you off, voice softer now. “no, no. that’s not what i meant.” he waits a beat and inhales a deep breath, aiming to settle his nerves. it doesn’t.

“i’m going to jersey. you’re staying.”

tears cloud your vision the second those words leave his mouth. you shake your head furiously back and forth, willing him to take them back.

part of you was always afraid peter would get second thoughts. not only about running away with you, about ever being with you. you’re both so young. your entire lives are ahead of you, and peter won’t allow you to risk your own because this isn’t worth a single bit of it.

he’d warned you how dangerous it was to be associated with spider-man. it’s why he held off on telling you about his alias for the longest he could. you naturally began asking questions whenever peter bailed on dates and showed up to school covered in bruises. he hated lying to you, using his stark internship as an excuse, so he finally came out and said it.

peter sometimes wonders if you’d be better off not knowing at all. it’s too late now, though.

“wait, what? why- why can’t i go with you?” you plead, peter’s fingers coming up to cup your cheek. his fingertips lightly caress your skin. “i’m a criminal, y/n. you’d be my accessory.”

it takes everything in him not to break down and sob along with you.

you lean into his palm, already missing his touch. “i don’t care... i don’t give a fuck. i just wanna be with you, peter.” peter literally has to bite his tongue to fight the urge to cry. hands grabbing either side of his head, your fingers twist in his hair roughly. “i’ll do anything, pete. i really will, i swear. name it.”

peter threads his own fingers through yours again, bringing your hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry, angel. i never should’ve gotten you involved,” he murmurs out and pecks your forehead. “you have nothing to prove to me, okay? you’ve done more than enough. i’m gonna return the favor.”

you let out a strangled whine, your knees buckling as you come to terms with the gravity of your situation.

this is it. this is the end of yours and peter’s story.

“hey, none of that. it’s okay,” peter coos, neither of you convinced. the tastes of salt and metal flood both your senses. he helps you back up and hugs your waist, peppering your cheeks in more kisses. you’re bawling now, arms wound around his neck, clutching at his tattered jacket.

free tears escape peter’s eyes at last. “i love you. i love you so goddamn much, y/n. never forget it,” he nearly whispers. you sniffle and push your forehead against his. “i’m not saying it back ‘cuz that feels like a goodbye, and i- i can’t say goodbye to you yet.”

“it’s not a goodbye,” peter reassures you, rubbing circles on your lower back. “it’s, uh, it’s a see you later. i’m gonna figure something out and be back to you before you know it. can’t get rid of me that easy.”

that earns a faint giggle from you, peter managing a grin. you two attempt to ignore everything happening beyond these walls, only focusing on the other.

“then, um…” you clear your throat. “i love you.” his smile dwindling slightly, peter nods and meets your gaze. “i love you too, baby. you should probably get going soon.”

affirming his advice, a booming voice that sounds from a microphone commands peter to come out with his hands up.

your worry spikes, instinctively drawing peter in closer. he forces himself to put on a brave face for you.

“i’m scared, pete. where… where am i supposed to go?” you rush to ask him. “home, y/n/n. go home,” peter decides, pressing a final kiss to the top of your head. “just don’t get caught, and you’ll be fine.” carding your fingers in his undone curls, you sigh. “easier said than done, but i’ll try not to.”

you’d never pictured that the sweet boy with a heart too big and brain even bigger, who sings you to sleep even though his voice sucks and spends his last dollar buying you flowers, would be accused of first degree murder. it isn’t true or fucking fair.

what’s worse, he has to bare this storm alone now.

you lift your heavy backpack off the cold ground, slinging it onto your shoulders. peter stares out the window and down at the assembly of swarm troops crowded together.

“are you gonna be okay?” you catch his attention. he snaps back into reality, pulling your hood up so it covers your head. you’re wearing a sweatshirt of his, after having gone through all your own clothes. “i hope so. are you?” peter repeats your question. “i hope so,” you echo.

tying your hoodie strings tight, peter offers a smile. “say hi to may for me. ned and mj, too.” it’s going to be tough to face his family and friends after this. “i will. i’ll let them know you’re alright.” you kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his chest. peter lets your touch distract him from the mess he’s about to be hit with.

“thank you, y/n. i’ll see you soon, baby. you have my word,” he promises, stepping back so you two can go your separate ways.

you watch him with fresh tears threatening to spill.

“i’m gonna hold you to it. be safe, spidey.”

[mediocre-writerr]

unbreakable [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x reader, emily prentiss x sister!reader

requested: i love your works sm, could i request a criminal minds one where the reader is emily’s little sister and jj’s girlfriend and she gets injured and she calls jj to tell them her location, but her injuries kept getting worse. jj and emily try to stay calm, but are scared and when they get to her its angsty (and COMFORT)

*not my gif*

The black pickup truck flew through the red light, heading straight for you. Your blood froze in your veins. You wanted to swerve out of the way, but you couldn’t. You were frozen. 

The black blur grew closer and closer with ease. You couldn’t even get into a position to save yourself, you just continued to stare as the car rammed into your driver’s side. 

The amount of force causing your entire car to flip over and over and over again. Until eventually you landed in a little ditch with your car upside down. 

You don’t know how you were still conscious, but you couldn’t move. Everything in your body ached. 

It was a simple drive. A drive you’ve made countless times. You were going to surprise your sister and your girlfriend at the bureau with their favorite lunch. You know how much stress they’ve been under lately, but then all of a sudden you felt like you were dying in a ditch.

Luckily, with technology these days you were able to use your car to call your girlfriend. The ringing filled the echoing car as your eyes began to grow heavy.

“Hey love, you’re on speaker! What’s up?” JJ’s voice filled the car.

“Hey Y/N,” Emily’s voice said from next to her and you smiled to yourself softly.

You cleared your throat before speaking up, “I’m-I’m in a bit of a situation,”

There was silence on the other end of the phone and you could just imagine their faces right now. They probably looked at each other, each of their smiles dropping.

“What happened?” both of their voice said in unison.

You chuckled softly, “So uh funny story, I was going to surprise you guys today,” you got out as you felt your breathing start to become more ragged, “Bring you your favorite lunch, but as I was a driving a truck came out of nowhere and now I’m outside down in a ditch,” 

“Okay, Y/N, where are you right now?” Emily asked and you could tell her protective older sister was showing. 

You tried to remember where you were driving by, but your mind was starting to become a little fuzzy. You shrugged even though they couldn’t see you, “I’m-I’m not sure, I already got the food so I was on the way to the bureau. I can’t remember,” you admitted and you started panicking even more, “Guys, why can’t I remember?” 

Reid’s voice whispered to both JJ, who was pacing the room, and Emily who was currently bitting on her fingernails, “She’s probably suffering head trauma,” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” JJ’s voice whispered soothingly into the phone, “Close your eyes and try to think,” 

You closed your eyes, following the exercise the BAU did on countless occasions to help victims remember, but you came up empty, “I don’t know! I can’t! I can’t remember!” you exclaimed as your chest started heaving. 

“It’s gonna be okay, can you move?” JJ asked again, “Are you able to get out of the car?” 

You shook your head, “No, no I can’t move. J, what’s wrong with me?” you whimpered.

It was her turn to shake her head, “Nothing, absolutely nothing. We’re gonna have Penelope track your phone okay? And we’ll be right there to you. Hotch is gonna send an ambulance as soon as we get your location, okay?” 

“You may want to hurry,” you whispered, feeling blood drip down your face, “I don’t know if it’s ketchup from your burgers or blood that’s dripping from my head,”

You reached up to feel your head and looked back at your fingers before smelling it, “No, that’s blood,” 

“Baby girl,” Derek said in a stern voice to Penelope who was trying her best to get the location fast enough.

She looked at him with a nod, “I’m going as fast as I can,” With a few more types at the keyboard there was a ping, “I got it!” 

They all looked at the computer screen, Hotch was already on the phone with the ambulance repeating back her location. Without hesitation, JJ and Emily ran out of the room and towards the car. Everyone else following suit. 

They drove to where you were which wasn’t that far away, literally down the block. You were almost there. 

The girls parked on the side of the road and noticed that no one bothered stopping to help you. The black pickup truck, nowhere to be seen, he probably drove off as soon as he was well enough to leave. 

There was broken glass leading towards the ditch and they slid down it as safely as possible. Your driver’s side door was caved in so they went to the other side to drive and get to you.

“Hey Y/N?” Emily’s voice filled your ears and your ears perked up, despite your eyes threatening to give out on you any second now, “We’re here now, okay? I need you to stay strong, the paramedic is on their way,” 

You smiled, “I don’t know,” was all you could get out, until you calmed your breathing down, “I don’t know if I can stay awake for that long,” 

JJ’s eyes were threatening to spill the tears that were held in her eyes. Derek went over to the passenger’s side to see if he can help get you out. JJ hung out next to your driver’s side and looked at the blood trickling from your head.

“Can you stay awake for me, baby?” JJ asked and you turned your head to look at her best as possible.

You made a pouty face, “I’m really tired JJ,” you whispered, “I think I need to go to bed,” 

Emily finally started breaking down, “No, we’re gonna try something, okay?” She could see you slowly nod, “Okay, it’s Christmas Eve, you’re six years old and I’m eight. We wanted so bad to stay up and see Santa put gifts under a tree and you were following asleep, but I kept waking you up. You need to keep imagining that okay?” 

“Emily, I love you,” you told her as your eyes started drooping more. 

She shook her head, “Hey, no. Santa’s coming soon! We need to stay awake,” she told you. 

Even with Derek’s strength he couldn’t get the car door open. He slammed his hands on the car in frustration, as he looked up at Hotch, “They’re gonna be here in five minutes!” 

“Hotch! We don’t have that kind of time!” Derek screamed.

JJ reached her hand through your broken window, “I love you,” you whispered to her as she rubbed your cheekbone softly.

“You can tell me that when we get you all bandaged up, okay?” she told you and you shook your head.

“I think my head needs a little more than a band-aid,” you joked which caused her to let out a breathy laugh. 

Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. 

You started to close your eyes and she shook head, “Hey, stay awake, okay?”

“Can you tell me a story?” you whispered, something JJ would do whenever you were having a rough day or the two of you were being lazy on the couch. 

“Will you stay awake for me if I do?” she asked and you nodded.

“I’ll try my best,” 

“It’s Christmas Eve in about twelve years or so. We have two kids who are six and eight. They’re waiting for Santa to come down the chimney so they can see him. They’re telling each other that they need to stay awake,” she begins and looks at Emily who’s breaking down, crying softly in Derek’s arms. 

Her voice starts to become more shaky, “And I’m shaking your arm in bed every so often whispering to you, ‘Love, you need to stay up so we can put the presents on the tree’. But you’re falling in and out of sleep, so I give you a sweet kiss and rip the blanket off of you. You groan in response as you cling onto me,” 

Your eyes start to close, but JJ continues talking, “You say ‘I'm so tempted to call Rossi and tell him to buy a Santa costume just so they can go to bed already.’” you let out a breathy laugh as JJ tries her best not to cry in front of you, “You always pretend to hate the idea of staying up, but you’re secretly happy because it reminds you of how you and Emily used to be when you were young,” 

“In a world where your parents were barely around and the only people you had were each other, waiting for Santa to come reminds you of her,” she finishes telling you, “You need to stay awake, okay? So we can live a life like that, please,” 

The flashing of blue and red lights, along with sirens filled the void of silence. The paramedics and firemen rushing down the ditch to come and rescue you. JJ is moved out of the way and into Emily’s arms. The two of them crying together, holding each other close. 

The firemen breaking the door away, letting the paramedics due their duties as they rushed you onto a gurney. Your eyes were still fluttering open and closed as you tried your best to hold onto the little life that was present in your body. 

Until you couldn’t anymore. 

/ / /

“Love,” JJ’s voice drew out, you fluttered your eyes open to see her staring back at you, “You fell asleep again,” 

You rolled your eyes teasingly, “I’m sorry, these kids are unbreakable. It’s 4 in the morning and I need to sleep if we’re going to be hosting tomorrow. I mean we still have to finish cleaning,” 

It was her turn to roll your eyes as she pressed a soft, yet sweet kiss to your lips. You smiled into it, the feeling of contentment overflowing you. But it’s gone all too soon as the cool Virginian winter air hit your body.

“No! Babe!” you whispered, groaning. 

JJ was sitting up in bed as you wrapped your arms around her waist, clinging onto her like a sloth onto a tree. She let out a laugh before planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“Rossi is on speed dial, I am more than willing to call him,” you mumbled, before placing a kiss to her hip causing her to laugh more.

The two of you just stayed in that position until you couldn’t hear whispers from downstairs anymore. 

You perked your head up, “Do you hear that?” 

“What?” 

“Exactly,” you shot out of bed as quickly, but quietly as possible. She let out a soft giggle before following suit. 

The hard wood floor cold against your bare feet. You looked from the top step to see the kids finally fast asleep on the floor. JJ opened the closet door and grabbed all of their presents, lying them neatly along the tree.

You took the cookies that they made and took small bites out of it before drinking some of the milk. You went over to JJ with a cookie in your hand, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind. 

“Cookie?” you whispered and she nodded gratefully before taking a bite out of it. 

The two of you just swayed from side to side as you embraced the colorful lights of the Christmas tree filling the dark room and your two kids sleeping peacefully on the floor with one another. 

You grabbed your phone from your pocket, shooting a text to Emily who was probably fast asleep. You and JJ got close to the two kids before taking a selfie with them, sending the picture to Emily saying:

They did it again...stayed up much later this time. I’m starting to feel bad for Mom and Dad now!

You grabbed the blanket that was on the couch and laid it over the two kids, as JJ wrote note in cursive thanking them for all the cookies. You placed a kiss to each of their heads before following JJ to bed.

The two of you getting comfortable once more in bed, finally allowing yourselves to try and get some sleep, “Aren’t you glad you stayed awake?” she whispered.

You nodded, softly, thinking back to the time where you almost died, “I’m very glad I stayed awake,” you told her, the double meaning hidden along the sentence. 

But JJ knew, she always knew.

[1800-omi]

death’s bride.

characters: sukuna x f! reader

warnings/genre: angst, yn pov, abuse, some intrusive thoughts (?), choking, just sukuna being a toxic asshole

wc: 1.6k

prompt: “will you be mine?” He then pressed the blade deeper into my throat and asked, “will you be death’s bride?” and i stared back into his eyes and whispered, “yes.” (except i made some lil edits)

notes: bitches say theyre not sluts until sukuna comes up, i’m bitches

Being the eldest daughter, I always knew my responsibilities; Look after the younger kids, help mother with the chores, cook, et cetera. My family was never as privileged financially as other families in our town but we cared for each other, or at least that’s what I thought.

A couple of nights ago I overheard my parents talking about my father being in some sort of debt with someone really powerful, I don’t remember much from that night, what I do remember though is the fear in my father’s voice when he talked about this person. The next thing I knew, my mother was explaining to me how they’re going to have me get married to this man in order to pay my father’s debt. I am not sure how I felt about this at the time, I don’t think it matters anymore, I’m doing this for my family.

Right now, I’m alone in a carriage on the way to my husband’s home. I didn’t get to exchange a word with the coachman of the carriage and the windows are covered by curtains from the outside, I have no idea where this place is. This is definitely not how I had imagined my marriage would play out, but I guess it’s too late to lose all hope– maybe this man who I’m now going to call my husband is kind, generous, and honest. Maybe he will truly love me. My childhood dreams of finding real love are not shattered yet. I close my eyes thinking about my now-husband, slowly drifting away in a comfortable sleep.

I wake up to the coachman gently shaking my shoulder, his face is hidden under a mask. Once he sees I have awakened he quickly takes his hand off me as if he wasn’t supposed to be touching me in the first place.

“We have arrived.” He announces before getting off the carriage. “This will now be your new home.”

I slowly get out of the carriage and look at the huge mansion in front of me. This place radiates such a dark aura, and the mist of the early morning doesn’t give make it better.

I turn to the coachman, “Thank you.” He doesn’t reply, at first I’m not sure whether he heard me or not but I do not repeat myself. Instead, I walk towards the entrance where 2 maids seem to be waiting for me. For some reason, these maids are also wearing the same type of masks the coachman was wearing.

Upon walking inside my new home, I can’t help but look around at every detail of the place – from the marble floor to the murals on the ceiling. This place is gorgeous and so different from what I’m used to. Eventually, I’m lead to a huge bedroom to which the maids tell me is mine.

“Aren’t me and my husband going to be sleeping in the same room?” I ask only to receive what I assume to be a stare and no answer. After a few seconds of silence, they continue to tell me that my husband has invited me for dinner tonight and that the clothes I’m expected to wear are in the closet and they exit. I’m being invited to dinner in my own house, it’s weird to think about. Does this mean I won’t be having dinner with him every day? I have so many questions but no one willing to answer them. All I have left to do now is wait for dinner time to come into this room, which I was advised earlier not to exit.

I spend my day reading some of the books that were already on the shelves of my room and looking outside from the long and thin windows. I wonder what’s the reason for the shape of the windows, it’s almost as if they were made so that people could escape from them... No, that can’t be it. No one would feel the need to escape from here. The windows’ shape was probably a stylistic choice. Maybe my husband is a stylish person?

I look at the huge clock by the wall, I should start getting ready, it’s almost time. I open the closet and find a beautiful red dress in it, I take off my other clothes and carefully put it on. I don’t think I’ve ever worn clothes this soft, this dress must have been expensive. I never thought I would one day be looking at myself in the mirror and be wearing such luxurious clothes. I open the jewelry box on the shelf and pick out a necklace and put it on. Yes, this is it, he’ll love it. Now all that’s left to do is sit and wait.

Ultimately, one of the maids comes by to let me know they’ll be taking me to the dinner. My heart is beating quickly and I have a weird feeling in my stomach, I’m feeling a mix of stress and excitement. I’m finally going to meet the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with.

I get led into another very big room, this one has a big table in the middle of it along with many chairs. The maids tell me where to sit and instruct me on what I should do once their master enters the room.

While waiting, my stress can’t help but grow, I lightly tap my finger against the table until I hear the grand doors open. I immediately turn my gaze towards them to see a tall man in a light-colored kimono with a black edge. The kimono wasn’t the only thing standing out, this man also has some unique markings on his forehead, cheeks, and nose, I wonder if he has them around his body too. I quickly remember what the maids have told me and I bow to him. He doesn’t say a word and neither do I since I’ve been told not to speak unless spoken to. I hear his footsteps while I’m still bowing, is he approaching me? My heart speeds up as he puts his hand under my chin and lifts it, making me look at him. He looks down at me with his red eyes, meanwhile, I notice he’s got some markings on his wrists as well.

“Hm,” he finally speaks up, “you’re rather pretty, just like I’ve been told.” His voice is deep and husky, and quite scary if you ask me. “What is your name?” He asks.

“YN.”

“Hm, pretty name as well. Great, I won’t have to change it then.” Change it? If he didn’t like my name he would’ve just changed it?

His hand slowly went from holding my chin to being wrapped around my throat, making me gasp.

He then stared straight at my eyes, as he said, “will you be mine, YN?” He then tightened the grip around my throat and asked, “will you be death’s bride?” and I stared back into his devilish eyes and whispered, “yes.”

“Good.” He whispered back and smirked, holding my throat for a few more moments. Eventually, he lets go of my throat, in response to which I take deep breaths and continue to gasp for air. Is this what I’ll be going through every day? He ignores my struggling and takes a seat before starting to eat.

“Quit exaggerating, it wasn’t that bad.” He ordered and I eventually calmed down, before sitting back in my place. I look at the food in front of me and slowly start eating, choosing to ignore what just happened. Maybe there is some good in the man I still haven’t seen.

“Did anyone say you could start eating?” He asked, making me freeze. He lets out a sigh before continuing, “I’ll give you a pass since it’s your first time. But I don’t want to see you making the same mistakes anymore or there will be consequences.”

I look at him in the eyes, “What consequences, my lord?” It probably wasn’t a good idea to ask him that, it probably isn’t a good idea to talk to him at all.

He grins at me before letting out a laugh, “You’ll join the other wives.”

Chills are sent down my spine by his response. Other? There are others? Or at least there were. Just how many other women did this man abuse? Most importantly what happened to them? All I am left to do is wonder since I doubt anyone will be willing to tell me about them. How did I end up here?

“Oh, you can leave now.” He speaks up again. I look at him, confused. “I have nothing else to say to you, you can leave.” He explains. He won’t even let me finish my dinner, but a part of me is thankful I don’t have to spend another minute in his presence. I get up and take a bow again before leaving the dining room. I ignore the maids and swiftly walk to my room by myself. After closing the door behind me I lay on the bed as tears start rolling down my cheeks. I can’t believe this is my life now, if he was capable of doing that the first time I met him, what will he be doing to be in the future? I am never going to be enough for this man. If his other wives weren't enough, nor am I. This can’t be happening! What have I done to deserve this? Do I have to live the rest of my life scared of this man? This man I’m now supposed to call my husband? I sob lightly and try to wipe my tears. I close my eyes trying to fall asleep, part of me hoping I won’t wake up again. The sleep I fall into that night was so different from the one I had back in the carriage. In that one, I dreamt of meeting someone with whom I’ll be happy, someone who’ll truly love me, in this sleep I see nothing but nightmares.

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

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A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

Enjoy 🙂

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"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

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Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  

[woogyu]

42. “I turned out liking you a lot more than i originally planned.”

44. “Why should we date?” //  “Because we’re attracted to each other.”  //  “I’m attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”

35. “Tell me again.”

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Everyone told you that getting involved with an idol was a bad idea, that you would get your heart broken or worse. The logical side of you knew they were probably right. What chance did an unknown girl that worked at a café have with someone who could quite literally have anyone he wanted. You knew deep down you shouldn’t get involved, but when he was around, the logical part of your brain kind of shut down.

It was a few months ago now that he started showing up at the café, always in the middle of the night and always ordering the same thing; hot chocolate and whatever biscuit was available that day. For a long time, you didn’t even realize he was famous, you just assumed he was a weird college kid that didn’t sleep.

It was his odd behavioural traits that tipped you off and had you googling it. He always sat in the back, even though no one was ever there at that hour anyway. He hid his face if someone ever did happen to walk in. You learned later that his name was Hansol, or Vernon member of Seventeen.

You asked him about it one night, nearly giving the poor boy a heart attack as he tried to gauge what you were going to do with the answer. He eventually gave in and that’s how you started chatting with him. You learned about his past, his fears, what he loved about being an idol and what he hated. You learned that he came to the café when he couldn’t sleep and wanted time to himself, time to pretend at being normal.

You felt for him, wishing you could correct some of the points of stress in his life or ease his burdens. It started off innocent enough, but soon the little chats started to grow into flirtatious conversations. The fine line between café guest, idol and anything outside of those two categories growing steadily blurrier between the two of you.

You never intended to get involved with an idol, but that is just what life had planned for you.

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“We have your favourite tonight” you mused when the familiar hooded boy crept into the empty café. “Chocolate chip?” he perked up, taking his usual seat in the corner where people picked up their coffee. You hummed in response, nodding as you made the all too familiar order with ease.

“You know… I didn’t think I would like you at first” he said, watching as you set two cups of tea along with the biscuits down at his table. You slid into the seat across from him, raising an eyebrow at his sudden declaration.

“I was worried you would…” he trailed off, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. “Try and steal your DNA from an empty coffee cup?” you supplied, breaking off a piece of cookie and popping it into your mouth. “I already looked it up, not a huge market for illegally acquired human DNA” you shrugged, watching as his eyes widened, trying to figure out if you were being serious.

“I’m joking Hansol” you finally put him out of his misery, laughing a little as his shoulders dropped and he let out a relieved sigh. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your weird sarcastic sense of humour” he grumbled a bit, taking a sip of tea now that he knew his DNA was safe.

“C’mon, just admit it, I’m hilarious” you grinned, finishing off the cookie you had started. He rolled his eyes and started picking at his own sweet treat.

“I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” He said in between bites, looking up to gauge your reaction before he continued. “Yes, dry sarcastic humour and all” he deadpanned, watching as you chuckled softly.

“You know, you’re not half bad yourself” you answered, if you were being honest you never thought you would like him as much as you do either. You thought he would be another stuck-up rich kid that would belittle you for being a café worker.

After the two of you were finished with the cookies, you gathered the plate and brought it behind the counter. You started to clean up a little bit from the day shift, cleaning the dishes in the counter. Hansol watched as you did this, badly trying to hide it by having his phone out; you could clearly see the screen was off.

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“Go on a date with me” Hansol told you one night, the two of you sitting in the dark recesses of the coffee shop. You laughed at his proposition, standing up and gathering the dishes. “You don’t mean that Hansol” you told him, brushing off his request. He left it alone for the night, but continued to bring it up every subsequent night, hoping for a different response from you, hoping his persistence showed you that he was being serious.

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The eighth time he asked you felt the urge to snap at him, it was cute at first but this little game he was playing was starting to get annoying. You decided to indulge him, if for no other reason to put an end to whatever he thought would happen between the two of you.

“Why should we date?” you questioned, pausing your motions as you looked over at him, eyebrow raised and hoping he had a valid answer. He paused for a moment, taking a second to think about it before answering.

“Because we’re attracted to each other.” He said, like that would just solve all the obvious barriers that were present between the two of you. You smiled at his simplicity; it was obvious he didn’t realize what dating you would mean. What it could do to his career and your life. Flirting alone in a dark café was one thing, but dating was a whole other circus you didn’t know if you could handle. 

“I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” You told him, holding up a piece of pie from the display case for extra emphasis. If he wanted this to happen, he had to understand what it meant, and right now it was obvious he had not given it enough thought. You never straight up told Hansol no, and he recognized that. He knew he had a fighting chance so long as you didn’t say no.

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He didn’t show up for a few days, it worried you. You thought that maybe last time you had been too harsh with him, that you had stepped over some invisible line. Your shifts were long and cold, you felt the emptiness that was left behind when he wasn’t there.

You were incredibly relieved when you saw him walk through the door, not even trying to hide it from reaching your facial features. With a little too much enthusiasm you put together his usual order, hissing when you splashed boiling water over your hand. Shaking it off you quickly brought the tray over to him, not even sparring a second glance at your red burn.

He frowned when his eyes settled on it, silently getting up and filling a small cloth with ice from behind the counter. He pressed it to the area giving you an apologetic glance when you whimpered at the coolness of it.

“I talked with my company” he told you, leaving you entirely confused about what he was telling you. You raised an eyebrow at him, taking the ice filled cloth from his hands as he sat back down.

“You’re worried about something bad happening if we started dating right?” he asked, smirking when shock passed over your features. So that’s what he had been up to. “We have a plan… if you’re willing to listen to it” he said slowly, leaning his elbows against the small table separating the two of you.

“This is the last time I’ll ask. Go on a date with me y/n” he said, his eyes pleading for you to give in and trust him on this.

“Why should we date?” you said in a whisper, your resolve slowly shrinking as it became obvious that he was 100% serious about doing this. He smiled a little, clearly expecting the question that he had gotten wrong last time.

“Because I think I’m in love with you” he said softly, his eyes twinkling in the dimly lit room. Your eyes narrowed, looking for any sign of hesitation or farce on his part… but you found none. He meant every word of what he was telling you. Your heart raced as you finally allowed yourself to consider the possibility of letting your heart rule rather than your head.

“Tell me again.” You whispered, a smile breaking out over his features when he realized that you wanted this just as much as he did.

“I’m in love with you y/n” he hummed, his fingers reaching out to brush some hair back behind your ear. “You’re the only person who has ever wanted me and not the persona that I created” he explained, your heart swelling with every word.

Everyone warned you about getting involved with an idol, but no one warned you about falling in love with one.