#I just wanna hold him in my little hands and protect him from evil

[silvertws]

Look at the boy. Look at him.

I love him (/p) your honor.

The bean. The baby ;-;

Zata when I catch you...

when I catch you...

[nereidprinc3ss]

haunted

in which spencer reid takes you to a haunted house and you're being very brave about it... sort of.

fluff! warnings/tags: reader wears a skirt, reader is a scaredy cat!!, established relationship, kithing, my favs derek and penelope featured, haunted house stuff, talk about the physical composition of human eyeballs and mentions of harvesting them/eating them but it's not serious, FAKE very fake Halloween gore, I know those tags just escalated so quickly my bad, mention of a spooky clown, just haunted house stuff ok!! but its really not a scary fic I promise!!!! a/n: this is for my bff @gublersg1rl !!!! I hope u all like!!!!! Also yes the title was extremely creative I was feeling divinely inspired and revolutionary let’s not talk abt it

“Okay, no, no—maybe we don’t have to go in. I don’t think it’s gonna be that good.”

As you say it you’re wearily eyeing the crowd of screaming teenagers who are sprinting from the haunted house attraction’s exit, leaving a trail a swirling leaves and candy wrappers in their wake. Spencer laughs, gently hugging you back to him as you subconsciously begin to drift away from the line. 

“I knew this would happen.”

“Nothing’s happening.”

“You’re scared. You want to chicken out.”

“I don’t,” you snap, stepping back and adjusting your sweater. “I’m just… I’m cold. I wanna go back to the car.” Spencer does some adjustments of his own, coming close and reaching around you as if going in for a hug but instead tugging your skirt down slightly in the back. You let him finish and then bat his hand away. “Would you stop that?”

“You said you were cold! I’m trying to help you.”

“By making my skirt one inch longer? That’s not going to help.”

He holds his hands up defensively. “Okay. Sorry. I won’t touch.”

Immediately your serrated edge is dulled and you lean against him, barely steering clear of a pout. “No, please. You’re warm. And you’ll protect me.”

He smiles down at you, cheeks and nose nipped sweet pink by the chilly breeze. His hair looks very nice today, his eyes are extra sparkly in the dark, and he’s framed by mostly bare tree branches scattered around the fairground—nothing more than dark palms clawing at the sky, a full white moon cradled in between black branches. The autumnal night is perhaps too cold for the tartan mini skirt you’d chosen, but Spencer told you it looked nice. Of course he doesn’t put up a fight when you slip your arms around his waist under his coat—only wraps his arms around you in return.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to protect you. But between us Derek and Penelope will bear the brunt of the jump scares.”

“Who said my name?”

You look over your shoulder to where Penelope is shivering despite wearing her own and Derek’s coat, and Derek is eyeing the two of you, enjoying a bag of caramel corn like he doesn’t have a care in the world. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Spencer says, and you laugh to yourself, pulling him even closer like you’re trying to leech the warmth from his body. “Okay, you do have to face forward though. I don’t want you to trip.”

“No, Spencer!” You argue, but he’s already unlatching your arms from his middle and turning you in place. 

“You’re fine,” he chuckles, holding onto your hips. “I’m right here. Be brave.”

The line has begun to move forward again, and this time, it’s not stopping. Your heart pounds as at the behest of a teenaged bloody scarecrow you follow Derek and Penelope into the dark mouth of the red clapboard facade—a sort of farmhouse design that had seemed charming from afar and deeply sinister up close. Speakers play a loud creaking sound over spooky music and your eyes slowly adjust to reveal a foggy corridor lined with doors and creepy paintings.

As soon as the first evil little girl pops out of a doorway, you scream right along with Penelope. 

“Oh, my god,” Spencer laughs under his breath as you stop dead in your tracks, holding the group behind you up. When Penelope and Derek move on, you stay stuck, knowing that the threat has disappeared for the moment but still looms. Spencer gently ushers you forward. “Stay close behind Penelope, and it won’t be as scary. Come on, we have to keep going.”

“I hate this so much.”

But he ignores your comment, guiding you forward down the shadowy hallway and whispering the beginnings of a tangent over your shoulder. 

“You know, the first haunted house attraction was in London in 1915 at a fairground just like this. They picked up in America during the Great Depression as an attempt to distract young hooligans from resorting to property damage for fun.”

“Hooligans?” You mutter, teasing him even while terrified, carefully eyes the suspicious staircase leading up to a fenced in landing, shrouded in darkness. “We’re not going up there, are we?”

Just then a man with a sack over his head and bloody axe emerges from the black, launching himself down the stairs. Again, you scream, this time sprinting out of Spencer’s hold and through a cobweb veil into the next room. 

“Jesus fuck!” You gasp, clutching your chest as someone made up to be a sweet old grandma gone mad and soaked in blood and viscera turns around to greet you with a manic grin. 

“Oh, a pretty girl! Is that you, dear? My long lost granddaughter? Or did I put her in a pie?”

The acting is subpar at best, the script even worse, but what really discomforts you are the bloodied rubber limbs swinging from the ceiling and the fog machine in the corner that keeps burping out thick white clouds with a little hiss. You turn around, running directly into Spencer’s chest. He catches you by the waist and you cling to him, digging your feet in to try and stop either of you from proceeding any closer to your new friend. 

“And your lover—so handsome! Mm, what a delicious pairing you two’ll make! Maybe in my specialty cream of eyeball soup?”

She cackles. Spencer pushes you carefully forward as you peer over his lapel, and he actually stops to look into the woman’s pot as she stirs it. 

“Spencer—”

“You know—the human eyeball is by all accounts difficult to harvest without essentially popping the outer wall of muscle and connective tissue and then you’re losing the structure of the sphere—and stop me if you know this—but water constitutes about 98 percent of vitreous and aqueous humor which in turn make up eighty percent of the total volume of the eye so to say your soup would be cream of eyeball is—”

“Buddy, you’re holding up the line!” Someone shouts from behind, and Spencer offers an awkward apology to the grandma who was beginning to look more and more uncomfortable, hurrying you along through the kitchen from hell. 

“I cannot believe you just did that,” you hiss, still clinging to him. “That poor woman probably thinks you’re a serial killer now.”

“I was trying to humanize her for your benefit—”

Another scream from someone else, another cheap jump scare, cuts him off, and by this point you have your eyes squeezed shut, squeaking at every noise, and Spencer is damn near carrying you through the haunted house, walking you awkwardly backward through the various rooms. 

He cradles the back of your head and presses his lips to your ear as a chainsaw revs somewhere nearby and you hear Derek and Penelope yelping just ahead. “You’re being so brave,” Spencer murmurs, though you don’t miss the smile in his voice. "If I was a malevolent spectre I would definitely steer clear of you. I'd be too intimidated."

“Shut up. Ah!”

“Baby, that was a plant. You know the actors can’t touch you, right? You’re not in any danger.”

“I don’t like being scared, Spencer.”

“Then why did you suggest the haunted house? I said we should do the maze.”

“I don’t know! I—” another man popping out of the wall, another roar that you only hear, sequestered safely against your boyfriend’s coat. “Oh my god, are we almost done? I can’t do this anymore.”

“Yeah, the entrance is right ahead. No more actors, okay? I can see the whole room, it’s totally empty.”

“I bet that's what they want you to think, they lull you into a false sense of security and then—”

Cold air kisses the back of your legs as Spencer walks you toward the door, and the stifled soundscape widens again as you exit the house breathing air that doesn’t smell like sawdust and fog machine juice and fake blood. 

“Nope. We're really all done, see?”

“You survived! Oh my god, I survived!” Penelope calls, and you lift your head from Spencer’s chest, looking up at him. He’s grinning, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. 

“You honestly handled that better than I thought you would. I actually think I saw the guy dressed as a clown jump when you screamed.”

“If I ever say I wanna do something scary again please don’t listen to me. I hated that so much.”

He examines your face for a moment before determining that despite your rattled nerves, you’ll be okay, and comforts you with a quick peck. “Do you wanna go get caramel apples now?”

“Yes, please. And then can we do the maze, and just like—I don’t know, sit there and… meditate for a little while?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Just… don’t think about what could be lurking in the corn.”

You give him a little shove. “You know, I only did that haunted house thing because I know how much you love Halloween. I’m being a good girlfriend and what do I get?”

He pulls you close again and kisses your hand. 

“You get a caramel apple,” he says, like it’s obvious, and more than that—worth every trouble in the world. “Come on.”

You give him a begrudging smile and allow him to lead you, hand in hand. Maybe it is. 

[spideysbruh]

Secret

She was getting tired of it, the sneaking around, the hiding from not only cameras but from everyone. It’s been a huge hit to her confidence, which is crazy because she’s usually a very confident person, she spent her whole youth being insecure and vulnerable and worked her way out of it. She didn't think she’d ever feel this way with Timothée. 

To be fair, she didn’t feel like this at first. She knew that given their jobs, they had to be private for at least a little while initially, but it’s already been a year. A year and four months actually, she thinks that's more than enough time, they should definitely be able to go out and post about each other and just not give a fuck anymore.

So why doesn’t he want to?

Right now, they’re in their hotel room in Chicago, and Timothée is looking out the window to see how many people are waiting outside for him. He groans and walks to the mirror in the bathroom, “I can’t wait to shave this mustache off.”

Y/n smirks and sits up, “I think it’s cute. You look very French.” She responds, Timothée peers over at her as his cheeks redden.

“Yeah?” He grins and walks over to the bed, crawling over her as he kisses her lightly, “Maybe I’ll keep it then.” He says softly, moving down to kiss her neck. Y/n sighs, feeling every kiss before she gently pushes him away, sitting straight up and moving her legs to the side of the bed, “What’s wrong?” Timothée questions, placing a hand on her thigh.

“I…. I kind of don't want to be a secret anymore.” She answered, looking down at her legs, not wanting to meet Timothées eyes.

Timothée is quiet for a second before he responds, “Look baby, I just- I worry about what’ll happen if everyone finds out. People are evil and ruthless and- It’s terrifying. I want it to just be us… just for a little longer.”

“I can’t even be seen with you, god forbid I walk next to my boyfriend, right?” She sarcastically asks, making him huff.

“Babe, it's not like that! You know it's not.” He soothingly says, moving his hand to her back, rubbing circles around it. “I'm trying to protect you.” 

Y/n looks up at him, she recognizes the sincerity in his eyes and sighs, “Can we at least walk out together tonight? We don't even have to touch.” She says, making him laugh.

“I think that if I touched you in public, I’d never let go.” He replies softly, making her smile.

“I think I’d be okay with that.” She giggles as he leans over to kiss her cheek, “But… you promise we can go public soon?”

He nods and brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, “Yes, baby. Of course, just another month or two.” He smiles, and she nods.

That night, they leave the hotel together, and he holds the door open for her which she appreciates. She sends him a smile as she walks past him, hearing the people gasp as they see her and Timothée together.

“Y/n!??! What are y’all doing together?!” A fan asks, she laughs and stops to chat with them.

“We’re friends! We hang out quite a bit.” She responds, right before the fan goes to take a picture with her.

“You guys would be such a cute couple!” Another one says.

“Ahaha thank you, thank you.” Timothée chuckles behind her.

“It was nice meeting you guys!” Y/n says before getting in the car, sighing as Timothée sits next to her.

“Little by little, baby.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.

~~~

Three months later. 

They’re still not public. Nothing is even going on right now, they’re both on vacation for the first time in a while, did Timothée just completely forget about their conversation? 

They’re both relaxing at her apartment, where he finds himself being more than his own.

“We should go to the movies or something, " she says, looking at him on the couch. He hums and nods.

“That sounds nice, are there any later showings?” He asks, looking up at her from his comfortable position.

She rolls her eyes, “You don't wanna go earlier? Then we can get something to eat afterward.” She tries, going to sit next to him.

He shrugs and wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer, “Just feeling so lazy right now, and it’s probably so crowded today-”

“Y’know what, Timothée? That’s it. I gave you enough time, I don’t know how long I can keep doing this.” She snaps, making him go mute, his eyes peering into hers with furrowed brows.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you really not remember our conversation from like, three months ago? I want to be able to hold your hand and- and fucking kiss you in public! It’s like you’re ashamed of me or something.” She says, looking up at the ceiling to stop the tears from falling out of her eyes. Don’t cry right now.

Timothée quickly sits up and caresses her face, “Don’t ever say that. I could never feel that way about you… What happened to that confident girl that I know so well?” He wonders softly, and Y/n scoffs.

“This happened! All of the hiding and secrets… We’ve been together long enough, unless you don’t want to be anymore and that’s why you-”

“Stop. That’s not true, baby. I love you. I want nothing more than to show you off. Do you know how often I think about the dates we could go on, the things we can do out in public? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says, Y/n smiles a bit at that.

“That’s nice Timmy, but you’re still not making any effort to go public.” She shrugs.

“Fine. Fuck it. Let’s go out then.” He says, her eyes widen.

“Seriously?” She grins, excitement now coursing through her entire body, Timothée nods.

“Yes. You don’t deserve to feel like this. I hate that it was my actions that were making you feel like that. I also despise that I waited so fucking long, and for what? Just because of what people will say? I’m sorry.” He says before leaning in to kiss her gently. She kisses him back deeper, wrapping her arms around his neck to be as close to him as possible.

“I love you.” She breathes against his lips.

“I love you more. More than anything.” He says, kissing her again, and then pulling away. “Let’s go, what are we watching?”

They pick a movie and get ready, Y/n puts on her cutest clothes and Timothée lets her style his hair however she wants, she opts for the usual way he does it which is her favorite.

They step outside and get in his car, she interlocks their fingers and he doesn’t let go as he drives silently.

He speaks up when they’re almost at the theatre, “You’ve been so patient with me, Y/n. More patient than you maybe should have been. I’m grateful for that, and I’m sorry.”   

Y/n smiles at that and nods, “Thank you, Timmy. It’s okay… I understand where you were coming from.”

He parks the car in the parking lot and leans over to kiss her, he kisses her lightly first, but when he pulls away he meets her eyes and grins, leaning in again and kissing her deeper than the first. His hands gently hold her face as he slips his tongue in between her lips, “Fuck, maybe we should skip the movie.” He mumbles against her lips, she giggles and kisses him one more time before taking off her seatbelt and getting out of the car.

“Come on, we’re already here, lover boy.”

Timothée sighs and grins as he also gets out.

During the movie, Timothée has an arm wrapped around Y/n the whole time, mindlessly playing with her hair as she rests her head on his shoulder.

Towards the end, he whispers to her, “Someone down there is recording us.” She looks down and sees the camera, they both wave in sync which makes them laugh.

When the credits roll, Timothée kisses her head before standing up and offering his hand to her.

They discuss the movie on their walk out when Timothées phone rings, he apologizes and answers it as he opens the car door for Y/n.

“One second, baby.” He quickly says before shutting the door and leaning against the hood of the car. 

She sighs and unlocks her phone, seeing a couple messages from her best friend. 

The most recent one says- Y'ALL ARE TRENDINGGG

She smiles and clicks the link that she also sent, the headline of the article makes her laugh “NEW RELATIONSHIP ALERT: TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET AND Y/N L/N SPOTTED ON A MOVIE DATE TODAY” 

“That was quick.” She mumbles and sees the pictures are of their little makeout in the parking lot.

Timothée gets in the car and chuckles, “Apparently people are wondering why you're with me cause you're way too beautiful.” He says, Y/n giggles and shakes her head.

“Sure they are.” She rolls her eyes.

“I'm serious! I shouldn't have been worried about you, cause why am I lowkey hurt.” He jokes, Y/n kisses his cheek and pinches his other one.

“Stop it. You're my beautiful boy.” She smiles, he grins and kisses her again, starting the car.

“I can't wait to show you off.” 

*

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-nine of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon doesn’t even remember getting hard enough to come again, but his TTK locks around them both and his body seizes up and he thinks he maybe does come again, just from a few rocks of his hips and those words and that thought, and–and he– 

“Oh,” Bernard says, his breath catching, and Kon chokes and stutters out–“Green, green, please green, Robin–” 

“You still think I look good in it, right?” Robin asks casually–Tim asks casually–and Kon hears him manage to tear open a condom wrapper one-handed and feels him lean heavier against his back and Tim only pulls his fingers out then, and rolls the condom on quick and efficient, and Kon tries not to unroll it down his shaft faster with his TTK but probably does, he thinks, from how sharp Tim hisses. 

He wants them both. He wants them both together. 

He wants to know how their heartbeats are gonna sound like that. 

“Good,” Kon chokes, clutching desperately at Bernard’s back as his brain tries to fry alive again. “Yeah, yeah, so good in–” 

“Here, boy,” Tim says, and tugs at his hips again as he shifts back in close, and Bernard huffs out a heated breath and they both shift and shift him up between them and also both press in tight against him, and Kon forgets what he was saying, thinking, all the other stuff, because the only thing that even remotely matters is–“Sit, boy.” 

Kon drops his hips without even deciding to do it–sits without even deciding to do it–and then they’re both inside him at once again. 

Except this time it’s both their cocks inside him. 

“Jesus fucking holy–Tim,” Bernard hisses, somewhere between incredulous and accusing as he grabs Kon’s ass again and grips it tight, and Tim slides his own hands up Kon’s thighs and breathes very, very carefully. 

“Yeah, babe?” he asks. 

“I–you–fuck you, Tim!” Bernard half-protests and half-laughs, still sounding incredulous and accusing, and Kon can’t even really process any of the things he’s feeling right now, but . . . but he’s . . . 

Both their hearts are pounding.

Both their hearts are pounding, both their chests are pressed up close against him, and he can hear them in perfect stereo. 

“Mmm, I think Bernard wants you to move, pet,” Tim says, and Kon can’t do anything but listen. 

He doesn’t want to do anything but listen. 

He chokes on some kind of a noise and doesn’t wait or hesitate, just immediately lifts his hips again and just as immediately drops them again, and their cocks both fill him up all deep and full and the stretch and pressure of them both inside him and splitting him open makes him wanna lose his fucking mind and maybe come again, makes his head spin more and more on every rock, every ride, every– 

“Good boy,” Tim rasps, sounding as rough as if he’s just taken a hit, and burned-in instinct prickles along Kon’s skin and spikes his adrenaline like there’s something he needs to protect, get in front of, cover–“Just like that. Don’t stop even if you come.” 

Kon whimpers, and rides them harder, and absolutely isn’t gonna stop doing that ‘til Tim fucking orders him to. Every little bit of slick-stretched fullness and friction and drag and rock makes him feel like there’s fireworks going off in his spine and skull and behind his eyes, and the way they both hold onto him and fill him up is–is– 

“Tim, babe, I think I hate you,” Bernard wheezes feelingly, sounding like he’s taken a way harder hit and gripping Kon’s ass even tighter as he screws his eyes shut. “I think you’re maybe a supervillain. I think you’re maybe evil.” 

“But aren't you having fun with my boy, Bernard?” Tim asks, somehow managing to sound lightly neutral despite still sounding like he’s just been sucker-punched. Which–isn’t new, really, Kon knows perfectly goddamn well, but that thought just burns even hotter in his gut. Tim always sounds like this. Tim always–“I really like being inside him with you. Isn't he so tight? And this way I can feel how hard he makes you.” 

Kon whimpers.

[hotwritergf]

Lil’Rockstar / Eddie Munson / blurb / Fluff

“You got everything you need here right? Gotcha bottle, ya’ snacks and your bear? Right awesome. Daddy set your pajamas just over there, I know you like my Metallica shirt so figured you could wear it as a night dress y’know?” Eddie smiles softly, pointing in the direction of sofa. His fingers covered in his usual rings, you take his hand. Fiddling with your favourite ring on his pointer finger, the skull one. Giggling as you twist it around his skin. “You like that huh? It’s like babies with keys, just it’s my baby with my fingers.” He chuckles as he wiggles his fingers, booping your nose and pretending to flick your forehead. You giggle, covering your face with your hands to protect yourself. “Daddy!” You push him back first onto the bed, straddling Eddie’s waist. Settling into your new seat on his jeans-clad crotch nicely.

Eddie leans up towards you, wrapping his arms around you. Your face smushes into his chest and you inhale the faint scent of his cologne and whatever he’d been smoking before he came over to baby-sit you. He squeezes you tighter, “Little girl if you wanted a hug you should have just said so.” He laughs, continuing to hold you tighter, falling down onto the bed and rolling around with you in his arms, the pair of you in a fit of giggles. You try to push away and wriggle out of his grip but he’s got a hold of you. “Ohhhh you think you can escape me huh? You really think you’re that tough? You’re just a little girl! Just a small little creature.” You laugh and pretend to bite at him, showing him your teeth. “A creature that is very bitey by the looks of it.” Eddie laughs, pushing you back by your forehead onto the bed as you smirk and try to bite up at his wrist.

“Such a vicious monster!” He says dramatically with his hand over his brow as if he’s playing a part in a Shakespearean play where he’s a damsel in distress. “How-ever can I defeat such a beast?” He chuckles to himself, manhandling you once more as if you were a piece of clay for him to manipulate any which way. Jumping off the bed and reaching for the Metallica shirt he set aside for you, he places it over your head to blind you.

“Little girl can’t even get dressed properly without her daddy huh? Silly girl has left herself all vulnerable to the tickle monster!!” He laughs, setting himself beside you and poking your stomach whilst your vision is covered. “It tickles daddy!” You squeal and pull the shirt down and quickly as you can whilst simultaneously protecting your sensitive areas. “Oh it does? I wouldn’t expect that! You’re telling me this tickles? This? What I doing right here? Naaaahhh you’re crazy!” Eddie chuckles to himself as he picks up the speed in which he’s moving, using all five fingers on both hands to rapidly tickle your sides as he babies you. He only stops tickling you when he sees you gasp for air, sure he’s a tease and a self confessed “tickle monster” but he’s not evil.

He pulls you closer to him as you rest your head on his chest, still catching your breath from the play fight. Eddie ruffles your hair and rubs your back with his spare hand. Yawning and closing your eyes, you nuzzle into him. The feeling of his soft shirt against your nose only brings you closer to falling asleep.

“Hey hey hey!” He shakes your shoulders as he wakes you. “Princess I forgot, I got this.” He holds up a pacifier, it’s black and decorated with red beads that spell out ‘lil’rockstar’ along the handle, in the middle is a sticker of a bat. The bat seems to be wearing a similar pacifier himself. ���I bought this a few weeks back, you don’t have to use it if you don’t wanna. I just- I was researching this whole little space thing you got going on. A lot of the littles, they have these. Plus- I figured it could stop you chewing on your nails and the skin around them.” Eddie picks up your hand, inspecting your fingers. “Whatcha say? Wanna give it a try?” Your face immediately flushes, you’d never really given pacifiers a seconds thought, but the effort he went to and the whole thing with your fingernails, maybe he was right.

You nod shyly, accepting his little gift. Placing it in your mouth, you smile and your lips morph to the shape of the pacifier. Eddie smiles back at you, only brighter. Moving the hair from your face and stroking your cheek.

“Look at you. My Lil’Rockstar.”

[roturo]

I DO - geto suguru x reader

summary: love makes us do stupid things. stupid things to never notice how you loved him. how he lost you.

warnings: angst, age-gap, nsfw(?), childhood friends, a lot of metaphors (?).

A/N: I never realized how much I loved writing angst and how tranced I could be while writing it. This was supposed to be smut but idk, felt depressed.

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How you call it? … Lover? Delusional?

Ah, hopeless romantic.

They know you as the hopeless romantic in jujutsu tech.

But, being in love with one person for your whole life and feelings were never reciprocated would it still count as a hopeless romantic even if you keep that hope for it?

Geto Suguru. Your childhood crush, school crush, and what you like to call him, soulmate.

Everyone in your social circle knows you’re in love with Geto, and you’re pretty sure people outside the circle know it too. You saw him as someone to admire, to follow his path, to be as strong as him.

He was 12, you were 8. But, until this day, him being 25, and you being 21, those feelings and thoughts about him wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

An amazing guy like him, teached you fighting techniques, helps you with your studies, and even brings you out with his friends every once in a while. He was the prince of your dreams.

You never said out loud you had a crush on him. Not even accepting it. But everyone knew because of the way your eyes light up when you see him, the high pitch in your voice when you get nervous around him, feeling protected by him.

You suppose he’s dumb because how could everyone know but him?

He had you confused, wrapped around his finger, you’re sure he likes you too. The way his cheeks get pinkish when you compliment him, how he would grab your hand unconsciously while walking, how he would kiss your neck when you’re alone, but never your lips, how he knew every part of your body, just slight touches, nothing to call it something more, and knowing every single little fact about you.

But now you feel stupid, foolish.

Guess you played yourself, might even be your fault.

Or maybe you should have never played him so hard.

It hit you like a shot in the heart the first time you saw him with her. She was beautiful, funny, and smart. But oh no, you won’t let her love him like you do, no one could.

They all know nobody could love Suguru Geto as you. He even said it himself.

“She’s like the sun covering my body with love. The water in the shower touches my skin and sees everything about me without any bad thought. Nobody could compare with her, I don’t even love myself as much as she does.”

So why are you afraid of losing everything you thought you couldn’t?

And it’s like she knew how much this hurts you. It’s like she wanted this all along. She could be everything, but a good person? Oh no. At least not towards you.

She would often make back-handed comments about you, treat you like shit when Geto’s not around, humiliate you.

She is evil.

“Trust me Suguru, she’s not the one.”

“Why do you care so much? Everyone seems fine with her, but you? Why do you hate her so much? She’s been nice with you, with everyone! Just stop being annoying and leave me and my relationship alone.”

“… Suguru-”

“No. I don’t wanna hear anything else related to her and how you don’t like her. Stop it. Please.”

It felt like your whole world was falling apart. What happened to the silly little dates at midnight for some ice cream? The sudden hugs? Texting everyday? Listening to each other?

Maybe he was a problem right from the start. Never facing these feelings, never running away, guess that’s your fault.

It hit you like a poisonous dart. You said you wouldn’t let her love him like you do, hold him like you do, know him like you do.

So why are you stepping out? Leaving school? Starting a ‘normal life’?

You stopped being related to them, to him. And you wished he never fell in love with her.

And after some time, he wished that too.

He was stupid, foolish.

Guess he played with himself, it’s his fault.

It hit him like a shot in the heart. Knowing he fucked up this time. You were beautiful, funny, smart, and kind. But he never loved you like you loved him.

They all knew he was stupid for letting you go.

“She’s just really sentimental and sensible, she’s still very young to understand relationships, a childhood crush it’s something impossible to really happen, she just needs to learn that.”

So why is he afraid of losing everything he thought he could?

And it’s like he always knew he fucked this up the moment he treated you bad. That he would regret this, but love made everyone stupid.

Did he really feel love towards her? Love her like he loved you?

He was an idiot.

“I’m sorry I never appreciated you like I should’ve. I’m sorry for losing the chance to love you like you loved me. I’m sorry for leaving you.”

It hit him like a poisonous dart. He said you would come back, stop loving him.

So why is he crying here in a dusty vault? Where were you? Why you left?

You stopped being related. To them, to him.

And after some time, nothing happened.

[littlefireball]

CS|Fallen Angel and Fallen Evil pt.3 (M)

San's Birthday week~~ Evil San x Fallen Angel Reader Smut|Mentioned of bloody fight|Fingering| Public Sex|Unprotected|Marking|Soulmate|Reader finally fallen| Word count: 2.1K

The blood-soaked hands stuck to the red feathers reflect how bloody and ruthless the battle just now was. You wipe your dirty hands by the lake, without any regret or fear, instead feeling an unusual calmness. The crimson soaking into the lake is like ink flowers, finally dispersing and leaving a thin layer of red cloth on the clear lake water.

"You're so hot, you know?" San kneels beside you, his warm breath falling on your neck, his cool fingers gently touching and trailing down your back, feeling the two wounds oozing black and red blood. His fingers continue to explore your waistline, caresses the wounds from the battle just now.

"Wanna continue what we were doing?" He murmurs against your neck, leaving a trail of kiss while licking your sensitive skin. You rest your head on his shoulder to give him more access and gasping. His warm tongue teasing your nerves, the wet feeling sending a shiver down your spine.

"We do it here?"

"It doesn't matter."

His restless left hand ventures into the thin fabric, tracing your contours, caressing your left breast and gently teasing your nipple with his thumb.

"Soft af."

"Hiss… Mmm…"

"I know you can't wait. Am I right, my pretty?"

"Yes, San, I want more, please."

He smiles satisfied, then cups your face with his right hand and kisses your slightly dry lips. Your lips meet gently, both enjoying the pleasure brought by the kiss. Your tongues entwine, sparks of electricity igniting in the flames.

"Open wide your legs, honey."

You obey his command and slightly open your thighs. His left hand slides into your panties, softly caressing your clit, occasionally pressing and brushing it. Just like what he did in the dream.

"Ahh… San…" You can feel his chest rising and falling and his hard lower body occasionally brushing against your butt through the fabric.

He inserts two more fingers into you, slowly moving in and out. The moment he enters, you arch your back, feeling the excitement he brings. He reaches your deepest part over and over again, hitting every spot with different angles and scratching your wet, hot, and tight wall.

"It must be good when my cock deep inside you. So tight for me."

You pant heavily as he speeds up. The waves of pleasure and heat crash over you, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. You moan loudly, as if you are afraid no one would hear you. You look at the corpse on the ground and see how ironic everything was. But you don't feel any guilt, the most important thing right now is how San pleases you.

"San… I can't hold it anymore." Groaning shyly as if nothing happens, no death, no guilty, only joyful and lust.

"What? You want to cum?" He smirks, his eyes filled with teasing.

"I…have a knot in my stomach…"

"Just let it go, darling. No need to hold it."

You are unable to hold back any longer and squirt as your juices wet your clothes and San's fingers. He takes them out, licking the sweet liquid with satisfaction.

Taste as sweet as the dream in the morning.

"You did so well, darling." he murmurs, guiding you down to the soft, cool grass beneath you. The dampness barely registers as your bare skin meets the earth, the sensation doing little to quell the fiery desire that courses through your body. Your gazes lock, brimming with longing, on the brink of igniting everything in an inferno of passion.

He sheds his black coat, revealing chiseled abs and a muscular physique that you hadn't fully appreciated until now. His broad shoulders seem like a protective shield around your smaller frame.

The clash of metal interrupts the moment, drawing your attention to his eager, crimson member, poised and ready as if it can't wait a moment longer to be inside you.

A flicker of worry dances in your eyes, mingled with anticipation for the impending connection. Your heart races with these conflicting emotions.

Sensing your apprehension, he leans in to press a tender kiss to your lips, whispering reassuringly, "It's alright, my dear. You can handle this." Despite his demonic nature, his touch is gentle, and you find yourself falling deeper under his spell.

"Ready?" he asks softly. You nod in response. With deliberate care, he enters you, causing you to arch your back and cling to his sturdy shoulders. A silent pressure builds in your throat, stifling any cries that threaten to escape.

"San… I…" "It's okay, angel." He strokes your flushed cheek and playfully pecks your lips. When you finally adjust to his size, his forehead glistens with sweat and his furrowed brows hold back the urge to fuck you wildly.

His appearance makes you inexplicably feel heartache. You lightly touch his shoulder, signaling that he can move. Afraid that you might feel pain, he slowly and gently thrusts into you, lightly grinding.

"Hmm!!" The slight pain gradually turns into pleasure, and the touch of his glans against your inner walls sends waves of numbness throughout your body. Skin against skin, the intimate contact between you and him raises the temperature.

"You can go faster… San."

"Really? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, I can take it." Suddenly, he thrusts forcefully, hitting your G-spot aggressively.

"Ahhh!! San!!" You can't stop yourself from shouting his name, and he smirks mischievously.

"Be careful next time when you beg me."

"I didn't ask you to go so hard."

"Oh, you dare to argue with me?" Before you can react, he thrusts forward again and increases the speed.

"Oh fuck!"

"Tight af." He thrusts vigorously, hitting your deepest spot accurately, creating a lascivious sound.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!"

"Such a dirty mouth!" He pounds hard, and there's no trace of the earlier tenderness, only endless lust. You pull him closer, your lips fiercely locked in a kiss, an atmosphere of desire and passion. You indulge in this intense kiss, where everything else in the world disappears. There is only the sensation of your skin against each other and various stimulating touches, as your desires burn and sublimate.

San pulls you up, not breaking the kiss. He firmly grips your butt and pulls you towards him as he thrusts forward. You understand his intentions and move back and forth with him.

"Ha! Ahh!" The soft touch of your butt makes him very excited, and he loves the way your bodies fit tightly together. He leaves a trail of kisses and suck hard on your chests, the deep red hickey standing out on your fine skin. Licking it proudly, he bite your collarbone but not hard enough to make you feel painful.

You body now covered with all his hickeys and bite marks, announcing to the kingdom of heaven, no, should I say the world, you are his, only his. San stares at the sky, knowing that old man is watching everything. He smiles with a sense of success and proud, you have finally become corrupted.

Nothing can stop him anymore.

He kisses you again and pushes you down, flip you over when he pulls out. "I need to mark you, then you'll be mine." His cock slides into your pussy filled with his cum and your juices, pushing as deep as he can, making your moans leave your lips.

"Ah~san~" San grab your hair and continues to enter and exit like a raging beast. You are on the verge of losing breath as the excitement take over your mind and makes you dizzy. The sound of skin slapping resounds in the forest; the lake reflects your posture, so fucking erotic.

His chest presses against your back, feeling the temperature of each other rising as if there is a fire burning inside. Your mouth is shaped like an "O" and you feel you are going to climax again.

"San, san…I wanna cum…"

"No until I tell you." He suddenly thrust very fast cause you scream in high-pitched. The tingling sensation makes you even more powerless and your knees give out and you collapse to the ground.

"Hmm…San…please."

"You can hold it." He let go your hair, kisses and licks your nape. With a burst of pain coming from the back of the neck, warm blood flowed to the shoulders. The sound of sucking rings in your ears, and the soft touch of his lips gives you goosebumps.

"Cum, my angel." After few thrust, you release everything, warm fluid enveloping his cock and he also cum all in your cunt. Marking is complete; there is a purple mark on your nape─the sign of Santan.

You collapse into his arms, both of you panting heavily. He pulls out of you, his touch gently caressing your back as he gathers your messy hair behind your ear.

"You are finally mine now, my soulmate." He strokes your face and leaves a kiss on your forehead. He has fallen for you.

"And I finally know what my nature is." Your eyes shine with golden light, and wings covered in black, not pure white like snow, but wicked black, grow from your back. He smiles with surprise, his eyes sparkling with joy, like a child.

"Let's go home, Y/N. A place, the only place, belongs to us."

He spreads his black wings, and demonic horns grow from his forehead, revealing his true devilish form. You follow suit, spreading your wings and flying straight into the dark underworld.

Even though it is gloomy and treacherous there, it makes you feel an unprecedented sense of comfort. Because now you are no longer restricted by the rules of heaven, there are no morals or chains. You can follow your desires as you please. And most importantly, San will always be by your side.

"Do you still want to kill me?" San asked.

"Yes, of course."

"What?Don't you say 'no, I won't. Because I love you so much'? Am I not your love?"

"You can't ask a cruel person not to kill people."

"I know you love me and won't do that." He pretended to pout in anger, looking adorable and muttered in a soft voice, coquettishly.

"I'm sad." He looks like he is about to cry and you cup his face, smiling lovingly.

"I will kill you softly… on the bed." The furrowed eyebrows instantly unfold, revealing a lovely smile, as he directly picks you up and walks towards the room. You surprise shout out with laughter.

"Hey, put me down! Others may see."

"Does it matter? Y/N, just show me how you can kill me softly."

Again bursts of moaning and gasping come from the room, and of course, the sound of slapping skin also echo in the corridor, and everyone who pass by could hear it clearly.

Oh? What is the final outcome of the kingdom of heaven? Ummm… Do you think it's possible for the cruel fallen angel and the strongest demon to join forces and for heaven to continue to exist? Impossible, right?

Ah also! A half-demon, half-fallen angel child is about to be born.

[prodshima]

love languages (two) 𖤐

warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)

characters: kuroo & hajime

notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!

-> click here for: [ part one ]

kuroo tetsuro - acts of service

kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.

you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?

well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.

—

“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open

you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other

just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.

“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags

kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”

you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”

sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch

“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag

“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers

your mouth drops open in shock

just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours

kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.

“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips

“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”

he smirks

sneaky little shit.

iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation

it’s one of those days again.

those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people

it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.

but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.

he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head

-

“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face

how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?

you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day

it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street

and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him

“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom

hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you

and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day

hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"

he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there

perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.

[isaaaxqii]

still with you ✧.* - gojo

summary : in which you find comfort and love in your boyfriend, gojo satoru, at a low point in your life.

** : fluff, a little angst :(

note : hi guys !! i obv haven’t written before but i wanna try since i have nothing to do😢 don’t expect this to gain a lot of attention LMAO i just wanna past time but if u like my post then yipee 💗

< 9.37pm >

“i’m home!”

hearing that familiar voice ringing through the hallway, you cannot help but wipe your tears away as fast as you could. you can’t let him see you crying like this. you can’t make him worried.

gojo opens the door to your shared bedroom, noticing you sitting on the floor, which was weird when there was a bed behind you. he could immediately sense that something was wrong with you today. there was red surrounding your eyes, cheeks and nose, and tears stained on his hoodie that you were wearing.

however, you did your best to put on a smile, followed by a “welcome back home” in a shaky voice.

he puts down his bag, and sits down on the floor beside you, then pulling you in by the waist. you rested your head on his shoulder, starting to feel like it was harder to stop yourself from letting your tears flow again. nevertheless, you did your best as you didn’t want to worry him.

despite your efforts, satoru gojo was always one step ahead and could read you like a book.

“y/n. i’m not forcing you to, but please tell me what’s on your mind. because i love you. share some of your worries with me.” he says as he looks down on your figure with a concerned gaze.

you knew it was coming after he sat down on the floor with you, but you still couldn’t contain your tears. you gripped onto his shirt, crying softly with your head in his chest, creating stains on it. he held you close, with his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back while the other combs through your hair with his fingers. he places his chin on your head, whispering sweet nothings to calm you down.

“i just.. can’t deal with my problems on my own. people know me as an independent and cheerful person, but i can’t be cheerful everytime, right? i try my best to be what others think of me, but i can’t. i don’t find myself useful anymore.”

your words made you cry harder. gojo could sense his heart breaking upon seeing you like this. he wanted to protect you from all the curses and evil thoughts in this world, but even as the strongest, he couldn’t do so. thus, the most he could do was to comfort and love you.

“but i don’t think that way. you’re the strongest person in the world to me. and even the strongest has their bad days, but thats okay. because i’m here for you, and i love you.”

gojo guides you up onto the bed, then goes to change into more comfortable clothes. when he comes back, he finds you asleep, cuddling his pillow. he cannot help but giggle softly at the sight and took a few pictures to save in his folder dedicated to you. he climbs onto the bed and holds your body close to his, as if you would disappear if he’d let go. you snuggled into his chest for warmth, hugging him tight.

“i’ll always be here for you, my love. no matter what happens, my love for you will never change.”

wraps up my first writing !! not the best but as i said i wanted to pass time 😓😓 thank you for reading 🤍

[hendersister]

panic

summary: you and steve find jason and his friends outside your house, looking for dustin...

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: panic by the smiths

It’s happening again. There’s been some mysterious deaths in Hawkins over the last couple of days. The police think that your little brother’s friend, Eddie Munson, is the murderer. But he’s not. In reality, the thing responsible for these deaths is an evil entity from the Upside Down named Vecna. 

You can’t go to the police with the truth. Now that Hopper is gone, you have no allies left in the Hawkins Police Department. They would never believe you…so you, Steve, Dustin, Robin, Max, Nancy and Lucas have teamed up to stop Vecna yourselves.

While the others lay low and regroup at Nancy’s place, you and Steve go on a quick supply run to your house. You’re picking up extra walkie talkies, batteries, some snacks, and anything else that might be useful. Your mom is out at work during this time, which means that you’ll be able to get in and out quickly without raising any questions.

You and Steve take his car to your house. As Steve pulls up your driveway, you notice another car parked in your mom’s designated spot. You have no idea who that car belongs to.

“What the hell?” you raise your eyebrows.

Then you see Jason Carver banging loudly on the front door. His two jock friends, Patrick and Andy, are looking inside your home. They’re holding a wrench and a baseball bat. Your eyes widen. Whatever these guys are doing here, it can’t be good…

Steve parks his car alongside Jason’s and you both get out. 

“HEY!” you shout to get the jocks’ attention. 

You walk towards Jason to confront him. Steve stays by your side. 

“What are you doing at my house?” 

Jason puts his hands up in defense.

“Hey, Y/N. Relax! We’re not here to cause any trouble,” he smiles, putting on the charm offensive. 

Steve nods to Patrick and Andy.

“Then why do they have weapons?” your boyfriend questions Jason.

“We’re looking for Eddie Munson-” Jason begins, before you cut him off.

“Well, you got the wrong house! He isn’t here,” you shake your head.

“I know that freak isn’t here,” Jason sighs, and then, “We heard your little brother Dustin was looking for him too. We just wanna talk to him… to see if he found Eddie.” 

You shrug, trying your best not to react. You know where Eddie and Dustin are but you can’t let anything slip or they might get hurt.

“You just wanna talk?” you raise your eyebrows, suspicious. 

“Yeah, a little friendly neighborhood chat,” Andy snickers.

You take a deep breath. You don’t trust these guys at all and you’re worried they will hurt Dustin. As Dustin’s big sister, you can’t let anything happen to him. You’re still trying to figure out how to respond when-

“We haven’t seen him,” Steve says in a low, serious voice.

You give Steve an appreciative look. He’s just as protective of your little brother as you are. That’s one of the many things you love about Steve.

“Y/N?” Jason nods to you.

“I don’t know where Dustin is,” you tell Jason.

Jason shakes his head. He’s not convinced. He believes you and Steve know more than what you’re letting on.

“Look, we’re not killers like Eddie! We just wanna find him and get him to admit his crime. Dustin could help us catch a murderer,” Jason tries, as he begins to slowly approach you. 

You cross your arms against your chest, standing your ground. Steve keeps his eyes on Jason, making sure he doesn’t make a move against you. 

“Dustin can’t help you. He barely knows Eddie. And I don’t know who told you that Dustin was looking for Eddie, but they were wrong,” you lie.

Jason looks you up and down and then takes another step towards you, standing uncomfortably close.

“You know where your brother is don’t you, Y/N? What do you have to hide?”

Your boyfriend suddenly steps in between you and Jason.

“You heard what she said. We don’t know where Dustin is. Now you need to leave,” Steve warns Jason.

“C’mon, Steve!” Jason shrugs, frustrated.

Steve shakes his head.

“Get out of here,” he coolly replies.

Jason and Steve stare each other down. You can cut the tension with a knife. After a super tense moment, Jason backs off.

“Let’s go,” he nods to the other jocks.

Jason, Andy and Patrick leave. You and Steve can hear them talk as they walk towards Jason’s car.

“So, now what?” Patrick asks.

“We keep looking. The town’s not that big. Only so many places these freaks can burrow,” Jason answers through gritted teeth.

Your eyes widen. You meet Steve’s gaze and exchange knowing looks. This could be trouble. You need to warn your little brother fast before something bad happens.

[saintlevrant]

For my prize, literally anything Inarizaki related💕

£ hcs of Inarizaki losing their kid(s) in a public or not so public area! enjoy!

tw: language, but sfw! :) children, mentions of kidnapping and abduction, panicking, & fluff! a name wheel decided the gender of the kids! tell me if I looked over something!

0J1R0 4R4N

£ Happens at a festival, which has got to be the worst place to lose anything... EVER.

£ The thing is that he let go of his kid's hand to buy her she wanted from the vendor. Then, he turned around to give her the little Hello Kitty plushie she asked for and–

£ She wasn't there?!

£ The worst-case scenario is the first thing that comes to his mind:

£ His kid was just kidnapped! Somebody swooped her up and ran off!! >:0

£ Drops whatever he was doing and immediately starts calling her name.

£ Oh, man. how was he gonna tell you that he lost your kid?

£ Hold on, you were with them when she went missing.

£ Definitely takes him a while to realize you're not there either, but when he realizes, he deadass freaks out.

£ Cause they took you TOO?

£ They fr just abducted his little family???

£ Bro starts wailing and yodeling both of your names, and the bypassers are wondering why there's a grown ass man crying and holding a Hello Kitty plushie.

"Aran, what are you crying for?"

£ His head whips around so fast that he almost gets whiplash, and he runs over to scoop you both up in a big bear hug.

£ You could barely make out what he was saying through his hiccups, but you told him that you had to take your 4 year old to the bathroom because she had to use the bathroom.

£ He ultimately feels silly for crying over nothing and holds his little girl even tighter.

"Aw, dry your tears away, papa!"

£ For some reason, the tears fall even more.

£ Moral of the story: going to the bathroom is a family activity.

K1T4 5H1N5UK3

£ On his farm cause he becomes an extremely cautious parent once he steps off his property with his son.

£ He loses his kid in the most sensible way: playing hide-and-seek.

£ Ngl, he's a protective parent, so if he searches for the kid in 4 places and still can't find him, he starts getting anxious.

£ Once that happens, he calmly asks you to help him find him. He literally:

"Ya wanna help look for 'im, love? We should give 'im a good ticklin' when we find 'im."

£ Now, you think it's a game, but he's secretly on high alert. Heightened senses and all.

£ Saying he's on the prowl sounds crazy, but he's fr on the prowl. 💀💀

£ He's sniffing his son out like a wolf, and he's so close to his son’s hiding place.

£ The anticipation is getting to the 6 year old, and he stays hidden for as long as he can. Well, until his bladder betrays him.

£ The poor boy fr comes out from his hiding spot sloshing in his wellies.

"Um, dad. I... had an accident."

£ If you've played an intense game of hide-and-seek, you know what I mean.

£ Kita feels so BAD cause he hounded the urine out of his son, but at the same time, he's glad the boy wasn’t lost.

£ You both reassure him that it's okay and help him waddle to the house.

£ Big W for Kita.

M1Y4 4T5UMU

£ Dude would probably lose his kids in his own house.

£ Very clingy with his kids, so if they leave his sight for a second, he believes he lost them.

£ Just for the record, they're twins; one girl and one boy. Fate chose him.

£ He most likely lost his kids when he turned his back to them to fix them a snack. Then, he turned back around, and they had VANISHED.

£ One word to describe this man: HYSTERICAL.

£ Immediately, bro throws the snacks and frantically searches for them.

£ Cause where could they be?? How far could they go in that short time he'd turned around?

£ Checks nearly the whole house. Their bedrooms, the living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. He even checks outside.

£ He comes back in after running himself ragged for at least an hour, but to no avail. That must mean...

£ EVIL SPIRITS CAME AND PREYED ON THEIR SWEET INNOCENT SOULS.

£ Yes, he's highly superstitious.

£ Ends up making the executive to march upstairs and consult with you.

£ He gets to your shared room and BURSTS through the door; almost slammed the shit off its hinges.

"Hun, they took 'em! Dammit! I warned 'em 'bout evil that dwells in the dark! The haints, sum'n paranormal!"

"Jeez, Atsu, can you quiet down? They just crashed. Tell me what the parnormal took with your inside voice."

£ Automatically notices that your kids are lying down with you, and all of his worries wash away.

£ He brushes the whole ordeal off his shoulder like a grain of salt and tells you nevermind.

£ This situation has occurred more than once.

© xenclev 2023. likes and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

[yunacoeur]

care - kim taerae

a/n: just a blurbie about taerae taking care of you after a long day of work!

zb1 | kim taerae, fluff and comfort, mention of food, he’s in love you’re in love, there’s literally nothing else just that 🫶

“oh baby,” he murmurs softly, in his tired and raspy voice as you walk in the door. he can just feel the tiredness and frustration radiating off of you, “come here,” his voice feels like a hug from across the room, warm and comforting. you set your stuff down and walk over to him with what little energy you have left and immediately collapse into his arms.

he catches you, obviously, wrapping him arms around you and patting his hand against your back soothingly, at a steady rhythm.

“everything sucks, tae,” you mumble. he can’t see you pout but he hears it in your voice and it pulls at his heart just a bit.

“i know, baby. i know,” he says, raising his hand up to pat your head, his fingers brushing through strands of hair, “it’s okay. you’re home now and it’s all over. i have food waiting for you and i picked out a movie i thought you’d like. let me take care of you.”

he knows it’s usually you taking care of him, and he likes it that way. he likes that you fix his hair and his clothes and make him snacks when he hasn’t ate all day and bring him water to his dance practices. he likes being yours because of how sweetly you treat him.

but he’ll always step up to care for you when you’re in need of some extra love and attention. it warms his heart to see your exhausted smile turn into an excited one. he’ll always care for you. that’s just what you do for each other.

you eat the food he ordered for you as you chat about your day, who pissed you off, what was the stupidest thing you heard, why you had to be there at all. he wishes he was successful enough to support you so you didn’t have to go through this every day. he’ll get there, and he’ll accredit you for everything.

“and it’s just so dumb because why would you put someone with no experience in the most important position while i have to pick up the slack? i’ll tell you why, it’s because they know i will because i’m a hard worker, those evil little-” you rant, but then stop when you make eye contact with him, “nevermind, sorry. i should stop thinking about it all.”

“we’ll do whatever you want. talk about whatever will make you feel better,” he smiles that pretty smile at you, and suddenly all those intense emotions are gone.

“then, can we watch that movie?” you ask, and how could he ever say no to you?

the movie ends up playing as background noise as he rubs your shoulders. you sit in between his legs with your back facing his chest, “you did great today, my love.”

“i just have to be so fake at work. i only feel like myself when i come home to you,” you say, venting your frustrations to him. he listens with open ears as he massages down your back.

“at least you’ll always be able to come home to me and unwind,” he kisses the top of your head when you lean back against him, grabbing his arms to wrap them around you. he giggles at your clinginess and tightens his hold, like he’s protecting you from the world.

“i always wanna come home to you,” you say with a yawn. he feels giddy just thinking about a future with you.

and as you fall asleep in his arms, laying against his chest, he doodles small designs on your back. hearts and smiley faces and stars and moons and suns. it’s mindless for him and comforting to you. he hums a couple melodies for you, and that’s enough to have you dozing off immediately.

and just a few moments later, “oh honey, i love you so much,” he says with a kiss to your temple, “i hope you wake up tomorrow well rested, and i hope you feel better and feel energized. i’m always gonna love you and take care of you, so you don’t have to worry about anything, okay? goodnight, my love,” he knows he’s talking to himself because you’re dead asleep, but as long as he says them out loud, albeit softly, he knows you heard him.

[pagodazz]

Patrick and Michael hcs

for @freezingmcxn

These two are WAYYYYY more different than Evan and wow it makes me sick.

If Patrick was possessing another body, he would be pulling Michael into the biggest hug he could.

They're dynamic is something that is so special to me, something that is so gentle yet violent, but they know how to work with each other and its just so nice to see.

Michael is more than a vessel to Patrick, Michael is a friend. Michael is everything.

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Patrick wants to take care of Michael, he wants to keep him safe, he needs everyone to understand that he's only doing what's best for MICHAEL.

it's not about anyone else, they don't matter. they're disposable, they don't matter the way Michael does, they are important like Michael.

Patrick is in his head like a guardian angel, something there to protect and guide him, all while rotting him from the inside out.

And Michael loves Patrick, it took him awhile to separate himself from him, but once he did, he found things to be just so much easier.

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I'm so taking this from my mutual but, Michael and Patrick definitely have conversations in public through typing on the computer or writing stuff down on a little notebook Michael keeps around with.

Patrick will talk in his head, or take control of his hand and they'll have conversations. it doesn't always have to be about how to defeat Slenderman or figure out the whole clock thing. It could just be casual stuff, Like about how Michael is doing mentally. Did he eat? Patrick knows Michael didn't eat.

Michael doesn't exactly make friends easy, and he's always got Patrick to rely on. Patrick is always going to be there and he's always going to understand everything that Michael has gone through. Sometimes Michael thinks about what it'd be like to sit down face to face with Patrick, to be able to actually be in his presence.

Michael wouldn't want human Patrick of course, he would the true form, which to me, is wolf like, like HABITS or it would atleast be some sort of humanoid animal thing.. (maybe like an owl. An owl dragon fly type situation idk. they're just so Patrick to me.)

But he would want the real Patrick and he would want to be able to thank him for everything face to face, he knows that Patrick did everything he could, that he isn't evil.

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Patrick is not human, he's not Michael, he's not related to Michael, he's PART of him the same way HABIT is part of Evan. But Patrick learned to adapt with Michael, he learned to communicate with him, he learned to be kind and he learned pain and regret thanks to Michael.

And Michael learned that HE is not human. and he learned he doesn't exactly hate violence. He doesn't exactly mind the way Patrick causes destruction, because it gives him something to feel. something he can hold on to.

Some guy could say something rude to Michael at a bar and Patrick will take over in seconds, slamming his face into the bar and kicking him out of his stool.

and Michael will feel GREAT after. nothing gets his adrenaline pumping more than the way it feels when Patrick takes over him..the phantom feeling of his fist hitting someones face could last on his skin for hours and it would have Michael itching for something more. Which is probably a reason Michael likes to get high all the time, he doesn't wanna always feel the need to be violent.

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(Tw. self harm mention. I bring it up bc it's canon)

If it's not other people he's hurting, Michael will be hurting himself, especially if Patrick isn't present in his head all. whenever Michael is all alone by himself, he can barely TOLERATE IT. Somehow Patrick would always show up in his head just in time and he'd help speed up the healing process and he'd get all concerned and try to suggest maybe Michael needs the ward again but Michael HATES the ward.

So instead Michael will just tell Patrick all his problems and Patrick will give the best advice he can, and if someone hurt Michael, Patrick will make SURE he takes care of them.

They have something so calm and domestic going on and I love that for them.

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MY ASKS ARE OPEN!! FOR ANYONE SND ANY SLENDERVERSE CHARACTER.!!

I hope you guys enjoy these. comments are appreciated :3

[kedsandtubesocks]

*stomps my little foot* I WANNA HEAR ABOUT HUSBAND JAVI P AND WHY HE MAKES THE BEST HUSBAND

ERI!!! ITS BECAUSE HE IS AND WE DESERVE TO DISCUSS IT!!

There’s a reason why he is tied for first in my heart against Din as my favorite pedro boy and it’s because he’s just…so good and is peak husband material and I am here to proclaim it with my entire heart!!

So I’ve been holding onto this ask because the perfect timing of you asking about husband Javi P even before I event sent you my one shot that includes husband Javi P??? Like?? We are on an IMMACULATE WAVELENGTH I SWEAR!!!

Also because I feel so dang serious about this I am going to full depth like it’s one of my dissertation papers and I apologize SO MUCH for how long this got lmaooo so…let’s get into it lol

(yes I’m using a pic of Pedro at the golden globes but I wanted to start off with this off because this look…this is Javi on his wedding day. I don’t know why but I feel it in my soul)

In Defense of Husband Javier Peña

When that lovely poll was making its rounds around on which Pedro boy has the biggest want for a housewife I had to vote for him… I just had to. And yeah it might be because I’m a Javi Girl at heart but it really is because I feel Javi would just be the most lovesick man in the world knowing he’s married, knowing he’s someone’s husband. He would treasure and cherish his spouse with his very last breath.

I imagine the possible base of how he views marriage comes from seeing his parents. Knowing how much love he witnessed built between them I feel is what Javi strives to have. But, he possibly just believes he doesn’t deserve that because he views himself as this unworthy corrupt guy who’s done bad things.

And while yes he’s made mistakes that doesn’t make him bad or evil or even a bad husband!!

When he rescues Helena the first thing he does is take off his vest to cover her. He’s tender and speaks to her with such compassion. Then later when they rescue Christina, there’s this moment when he touches her arm and then pulls her closer in the helicopter to almost protect her that just says so much!

He’s comforting and tender, probably even more than he lets on! Heck there’s even that small moment during that tense scene at the checkpoint with los pepes when he fondly pats Hugo Jr’s cheek in a reassuring manner. There’s just so many moments we see how soft he is!

So when you apply to the idea of him as a husband, can you imagine just how generous and wonderfully tender he’d be?

He probably couldn’t keep his hands off you!!! From playful winks (which we see him do so many times and they make my heart flutter every damn time) to simply wanting you in his arms, he’s a physical touch as a love language husband for sure.

Yeah he might miss a few anniversary dates or might forget to pick up a some items from the grocery store but he would extraordinarily caring and tender. And he’d be your rock in the storm and I stand by this.

(And yes I’m going to put this under a read more because I just…I have so many thoughts on this)

He’s seen so much, yet stays so kind. He would be by your side through thick and thin because that’s the type of man he is.

Alongside that, i feel having that unwavering loyal love again comes from his parents. I sadly imagine his mom passed away from an illness. And with that in mind, for Javi to see his dad stay by his mama’s side even if it got bad…I believe that became the cornerstone of how he views not just a marriage but a true deep kind of love.

He would be the exact same way with his spouse.

For better or for worse just as those vows say. And even if they didn’t Javi would just be there for you because that’s love, that’s what it is at its purest form for him.

Then I think about this one line Murphy says when Javi is about to leave back to the states. I can’t quote it exactly but it’s along the lines of “no American had given more” than Javi. He was there from the start, stayed in when it got bad and even showed how much he was willing to give of himself to fight. I know this can be argued of him being a possible workaholic but instead I think it goes back to my theory that he’s just truly so loyal.

He’s unwavering and sticks with it because that’s the type of man he is, that’s the type of husband he would be. He’s the type of husband who holds you as long as you need to when you cry, who would probably move heaven and hell for you because you’re it for him.

Javi was almost someone’s husband (which is a whole other tangent I could get on) and he probably might think maybe that time for him has passed. Or maybe he thinks because he’s done so much shit, seen so much, Javier again views himself as damaged goods who just isn’t husband material.

There’s that moment when he looks at Lorraine and her family that he pauses. He stares at them for just a second but it’s enough that we see him take this moment. I know it can be argued that it’s him just taking in the path Lorraine’s life has taken, but to me the look in his eyes is one of longing. Like he’s staring at something just out of his reach or that he’s not meant to have.

With that yearning, Javi seems like the type longing to be with someone who says yes Javier I pick you every time, I will stand by your side and be with you through it all the same way you would be for me, I see you, your scars, the darkness you hold onto, and your pure golden heart that means well and I will love you…

So when he finds you, realizes he’s gets to have that, gets to be your husband - he’s yours for life!!!! He would just get so overwhelmed at finally having that true companionship.

Yeah he would be grumpy and maybe tease you from time to time but he would be the husband who drives at midnight to go pick you up fries and a shake because you mentioned you had the munchies. He would face any of your demons with you by your side.

He’s the man who wears his wedding ring proud and probably sees you as his best friend. He’s loyal, kind, bit grumpy but tender with the biggest heart and he would hold your hand even when the sky is falling.

Just…Husband Javier Peña forever

[spicysix]

🏏 - since summer's coming soon (for us in the northern hemisphere lol) any headcanons for how any of the the spicy six like to beat the heat? 😊

oohhh i loove me some summer vibes! decided to go with our boy Argyle!

join the celebration!

he's californian!!! so he definitely hits the beach!

i imagine he's got the funniest and craziest shorts with the wildest prints ever. deffo's got a weed one. like i imagine him sunbathing wearing this:

so yeah he sunbathes with shorts on and so he's got the worst sun marks on earth. truly. ugly, hideous. he doesn't care

wears his cap backwards and complains about the sun on his face

he fills the back of the van with coolers and keeps heading back to where he parked to get iced water, beer and popsicles that he previously stored

scolds people who litter around

he gives away some popsicles if he sees little kids around. shares them with jonathan, will and el too if they're there with him

gets all dirty with the popsicles. seriously, eats like a fucking kid. you'd think it could be sexy because he has to lick his fingers afterwards but it's just funny (i mean it can be sexy too, whatever motors your boat kskskks)

he's got one of those little fans that sprikles water

loves the way the water is always a little cool even if it's the hottest day on summer. goes for numerous dives, has the time of his life truly. he loves the ocean

sometimes he'll hit a lual by sunset time, smoke some, chill with friends with some music playing. he's here for the vibes!

boyfriend! argyle HCs:

he'll feed you your popsicles so you doesn't get all dirty (not that you would, not like he does, but you love it so you let him)

keeps bugging you to let him apply more sunscreen to you at every hour. part of him is just protecting you from the mean, evil sun of course. the majority of him just wants to get his hands on your skin and give you a massage

if you like sunbathing, he'll keep the timer for you so you know when to turn sides. and he won't let you get up. 'need another water, my dear? don't worry i'll go get it for you in the van'

he makes up games for you to play on water. wanna see who can hold their breaths the longest? wanna see who can dive the furthest? wanna play mermaids??!!

loves to carry you in the water, you clinging to him like a coala bear as he gives you sweet, slow, lazy kisses with his hands caressing your back and cheeks

sits beside you on the sand as you make sand castles by the day, and sits beside you on the sand to enjoy the sunset view by the end of the day

he lets you take a nap on the back of the van as he's driving you home cause you're so tired from having so much fun, and you just look so beautiful when you're sleeping

[littlebignoona]

BOUND TO YOU:

if two people can’t stay away from each other, maybe they aren’t meant to be apart.

CHAPTER 1

"Venus, stop messing with the children." "Uncle, I don't see the point of being here with... strangers." "These people are my welcomed guess." "Really?" She glanced at the teens up and down before nodding. "I'll be in my room." She walked off, taking her book and her cat with her. "Fun, isn't she?" "Who is she?" "My niece, Venus Polaris Black the only heir left besides myself to the household Black." "Is she evil?", questioned Ron as he watched her disappear up the stairs. "Actually no, just stubborn, a Black family trait. Along with the astronomical name and signature ice eyes and opal hair. Please, be kind to her, she hasn't been in a loving environment,since her mother died." "I wonder how Harry would react to her." "Yeah, she just screams Slytherin." "She is not a Slytherin." "Oh?" "As far as I know, she is just a teenage girl who needs a home, so please, be nice."

Sirius leaves them, heading to Venus' room, who was petting her cat. "Venus? Can we talk?" Venus flicked her hand, unlocking the door. She was sitting in the middle of her bed, reading her book with her cat on her lap. "How are you?" "I want to go home." "You can't, your grandparents sent you here to be safe." "How safe can I be, when you have him coming here." "Harry is also to be protected." Venus rolled her eyes as she stood up, her cat, Moon, yawned rolling on his belly. "Uncle, I know that he means a lot to you, but I don't care. I want to go home." "Whether you like it or not Venus, I am your home now." He gently held her face, softly looking into her eyes. "You look a lot like my brother.... but you have your mother's fire in your eyes." Her eyes watered as she thought of her mother.

He let her go, heading down stairs. "Will you be joining us for dinner?" "No...Not tonight." he nodded, closing her door staring at the words that were engraved on the door. R.A.B. He gently touched over the letters, his heart felt heavy, before walking away. 

After hours had passed, and Harry arrived. He was sitting in the living room, watching the fire. He heard someone walk in. Making him look at the noise. "oh, hello there..." Venus was holding Moon, as she stood in her black sweats and loose black long sleeve. "Do people know that you are down here by yourself?" Her slight cockney accent peaking out of her trained posh accent. "I wanted to be alone...same as you I guess." Her lips slightly twitched upwards before her face went blank. "I guess." "I'm Harry." "I know?" Her amusement was heard in her slight teasing tone. "Venus Black. Niece." Harry looked at her for a long time. 

She was pretty. Not magically beautiful but pretty enough to catch your attention. She stood tall, like she knew what she wanted. As he looked deeply at her, she studied him. He was cute. Not enough for her to want to marry him but enough for her to appreciate his boyish charm. He sat slouched, like the weight of the world was crushing his shoulders. And it was. 

"Why are you up so late?" "Not tired. You?" "Thirsty....Wanna drink?" He stared at her for a good long minute before nodding. She put her cat on the couch before getting the fire whiskey. They sat watching the fire, as the cat sat between them. They didn't talk about their lives, just drank in silence. She brought out her cigarettes, lighting one up, before taking a puff. She offered it to him, and he just stared at her before taking it. His hands gently grazed over hers. Ice cold. 

She lit one up for herself, smoking and drinking in silence. "So...You like reading?" He looked at her. "No, not really. But I don't mind it. Do you like quidditch?" "No, never understood it?" They had nothing in common. "Do you have any pets?" "Just Moon. I've always wanted an owl." "I have an owl, Hedwig, she is a beautiful snow owl." "I wanted one when I was little, but on my way to the pet store, I found Moon, hiding in a moonshine box of liquor. I just knew his devious little tail had to be mine." Moon purred as he laid on Harry's lap. Harry gently stroked the cat.

They spent the next couple hours, talking about themselves. What they liked, what they dreamed of. But never their reality. Soon they felt tired, and headed up to bed. "Hey Venus....Thanks." "Don't mention it." They went to sleep, as the house slowly woke up. 

Venus slept peacefully, as everyone else was wide awake. 

She didn't spend her days with the others, but spent her nights with Harry. Nobody knew what was going on, the adults were oblivious. Well everyone but the twins and Sirius. The twins walked passed the room when they heard Venus and Harry talking. They wanted to tease the young teens, but when they saw how peaceful they looked, they knew it would be wrong of them to ruin their moment. However, Sirius walked down stairs and saw them at the fire. He knew they were drinking, plus he could smell the smoke. But when looking at them, he saw a spark between them. 

He watched as they sat in silence. Just enjoying each other's presence. He would sneak back to his room, staying awake until he heard them walk up the stairs. It reminded him of the times he would catch James and Lily just sitting there, enjoying the company of one another. It was beautiful.

One night, Harry's eyes traced the tattoos on her hands. The dark ink on her pale skin. It was captivating. 

"Why a moon?" She put her book down, giving him attention. "Why not?" He rolled his eyes. Venus just laughed. "Moon for Moon." "And that one?" "For protection, its a spell tattoo. I have a couple more."  how many?" She sat up, moving her hand to show him. She tapped her skin, and the tattoos started moving. She had a heart tattoo, a moon, a protection symbol, and some words printed on her skin. "I have bigger ones, but I don't want to show you all my secrets." He touched them, and chills spread throughout her skin. He traced them, and found himself tracing his hand over her arm. His eyes met hers, and soon they felt very exposed to each other. She coughed, moving away, grabbing her book. "Well, I feel tired. I'll see you later." Harry stood up, following her up the stairs, before grabbing her wrist. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, please...don't leave." She turned to look at him, seeing the desperate look in his eyes. She felt strange, as he stared at her like she had never been looked at before. Like he knew who she was, and why she was running away. She hated that feeling, the feeling of not knowing what to do. She let him take her up to her room, let him in her room, let him sit across from her on her bed, let him lay side by side on her bed, let herself feel safe next to him. 

She shouldn't. Because she wasn't. Not while she was a Black. Especially not while she was next to Harry Potter. She laid on her back on her bed as he looked at her. She was beautiful. Not the type of beautiful that was memorizing, but the type that just made you want to look. She looked at him as he looked away. He was handsome. Not enough for you to want to marry him, but the type that had a special charm to him. They laid in silence, as they fell asleep, Moon was laying between them, as the warm blankets covered all three of them. 

Sirius opened her door slightly, catching them asleep. He smiled slightly as he realized that they were sleeping side ways on the bed. Venus was curled up, and Harry laid towards her, as if he fell asleep staring at her. His arm was stretched out, his hand was touching her hair, as she had her head tucked towards her chest. Moon was curled up between them, enjoying the warmth. Sirius walked over, and covered them. He put the blanket correctly over them, and turned off the lights. He stared at them for another minute before closing the door. He walked towards his room, pulling an album from his book shelf, and opening it. It was James and Lily, asleep sideways on the bed, with their ugly orange cat between them. James fell asleep looking at Lily, as if protecting her from the world. Lily fell asleep petting the cat, her head was tucked in towards her chest. Their cat was basking in the warmth. Sirius sat down on the floor as the tears filled his eyes. 

He flipped the page, finding his little brother staring at him, a young woman in his arms. They were smiling at the camera. It was taken before Marie was pregnant. They were just kids, not knowing of the dangers they were going to face. These kids didn't deserve this kind of life. They needed their parents, they needed a safe place. They needed each other. He closed the book, as he gripped his head. He cried, silently, and no one ever heard his cries.

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*VENUS*

The sun was hitting my eyes, and I felt warm. I opened them, finding Harry across from me, still asleep. I moved, stretching, as a small yawn escaped my mouth. I glanced at the mirror from my bed, and found my hair in a nest instead of the braid that I had it in. I fixed it, before getting up. I grabbed the clock, 6 a.m., throwing it back on the dresser, and opened the curtains. The sun was barely touching the sky, pink painted what I could see. I heard movement behind me, before I felt Harry stand behind me. "Beautiful sky." I nodded, as he leaned to open the window. The air was nice as it hit our skin. "How did you sleep Venus?" "Fine, you?" "Fine. Although I did wake up due to Moon's tail hitting my face." I snorted as I turned to look at him. His hair was messier than normal. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to fix it but it made me laugh. 

"What? What's wrong?" "Your hair." I went up to touch it but he just grabbed my hand before I could fix it. "What are you doing?" "Nothing, just fixing your hair." "Don't." I nodded, as his tone was soft but stern. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" "Me. I need to speak to you." I waved for Harry to hide- "Harry too." He looked at me wide eyed, before I went over to open the door. Uncle Sirius walked in, closing the door behind him. "I need to talk about this. What is this?" "This-?" "It's just us hanging out Sirius." "Really, nothing more?" "What? No, it's nothing. I promise." I said as Harry looked down at his feet. "Okay, because if there is something going on. I would like to know. Also, there are safety spells for you know...." I glanced at Harry who scratched the back of his head. "Well, don't worry about us Sirius, because nothing is going on between us. Promise."

Harry walked out, as it was just Uncle Sirius and I. "I need to talk to you." "What?" "You're mother was younger than you, when she met my brother. She didn't like him at first, but after spending some time with him, he ended up winning her over and they fell in love. During a very difficult time, because he was....already promised to a pure blood of my mother's choosing. You're grandfather, didn't like how my family was and were considered blood traitors, but your parents were in love. She soon became pregnant, and they ran away, nine months later, you were born, and Regulus believed you would be safe in the care of your grandparents. So he sent you and your mother to live with them, as he went off to war. She was just a girl, having a child herself, not prepared for this life, but she was determined for you to live a happy life." "Then she died.", I said, my eyes stinging as I looked out the window. The sun was fully seen in the sky. "She died, because she loved you very much." "If she really loved me, she would have found a way to stay." He stared at me, not saying a thing before sighing. He got up and walked over to a dresser. Opening it, he pulled out something before sitting down next to me. I took the frame, cleaning over the collected dust. 

It was my parents, sitting and smiling into a camera, wearing school uniforms, my mother was wearing a red tie, as my father wore a green one. He was hugging her, as she had one hand in the air and the other wrapped about his neck. I touched their faces, tracing what youth they had before they died. "Why are you telling me all this?", I quietly said. "I know that you and Harry have been secretly meeting at night when you think everyone is asleep, and as your guardian, for both of you, I want you two to be safe." "We aren't doing anything." "Yet." He got up from the bed, walking out the room, peaking his head in once last time. "See you at breakfast?" I nodded. He closed the door. 

I got ready, pulling a white shirt over blue jeans, walking with my hair loose, and my cat following me. I walked into the dinning room, and all the people were there. They all stopped when they noticed me walk in. The twins looked at each other, nodding. "Toast?" "Or fruit?" They asked, holding up food. I nodded, sitting quietly near them, as everyone slowly resumed to the things they were doing. I ate as the twins started including me in their conversation. "So, do they ask you for I.D on those tattoos lovely little planet." "No, my neighbor worked at a magical tattoo shop, called, Lucky One." "And he just you know, let you get a tattoo?" "No questions? You're such a small thing, and he just willingly did this?" "Well, my grandfather had a couple, and agreed to let me just get one. But one turned into multiple." "Should we get one?" "Well if we do, we should get something cool!" "Like...a dragon!" I snorted as I bit into my toast. 

I ate the rest of my food in their company, not realizing that the chosen one was staring at me. 

*HARRY*

I woke up in her room, and that was the moment I felt in peace. But now she is sitting at the end of the table, talking to the twins as if we didn't have a moment between us. Her tattoos were exposed, and I could hear both Hermione and Ginny judging her. "She thinks she is all that because she's got a couple of tattoos." "I like them, they look cool." Ron piped in with food stuffed in his mouth. "Ron, she looks trashy-" "I think they are nice." I said, stopping the girls from insulting her any more. Her laugh could be heard from the end of the table, causing us to stare at her. She was covering her face, hiding it, as the twins made jokes with her. 

It was soon time for me to disappear to the ministry, everyone bidding me goodbye, Venus watching from the stairs, the Twins standing in front of her, as if hiding her from anyone's point of view. I looked at her, as she looked at me. Her eyes spoke the words that she refused to let leave her mouth. 

'everything will be fine, I'll be here waiting for you.' 

I nodded, and with that, I made my way out of the safety of the Black household