#I realize something is wrong and it’s not letting me do something and I have to start over

[moonstruckme]

hi Mae! I've never requested anything before, so forgive me if I'm doing this wrong. Can I request poly!marauders x reader who has a cold? I've just gotten sick and I feel icky, and these type of stories always make me feel better 😅 no worries if you can't, thank you!

Thanks for requesting lovely! You nailed it don't worry <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Your home is suspiciously quiet when Sirius enters. You and James ordinarily beat him there, but there’s no blaring TV or sound of something sizzling in the kitchen, he can’t even hear the shower running upstairs. The only evidence of either of you are your shoes by the front door, yours lined up neatly as they always are and James’ strewn a couple of feet from the doormat (as they always are). 

Sirius kicks his own shoes off, leaving them amongst James’, and starts to go in search of you upstairs. Only, as he passes the couch, he does hear something. A quiet whistling. 

He turns, and there you both are. Slumped where he couldn’t see you from the door, your body laid over James’ and his head propped at a painful-looking angle against the arm of the couch, the both of you covered in blankets. Your breath wheezes in and out of you. 

An unintentional tsking noise comes from Sirius’ mouth as he crouches beside you. He slots a hand underneath James’ neck, trying to alleviate the cruel bend. 

His boyfriend makes a sulky groaning sound. Mile-long lashes (which go sorely unappreciated by their owner, by the way; Sirius would do much better with them) flutter reluctantly as James turns his head towards Sirius. 

“Hello,” Sirius says softly, a smile tugging at his lips at the sight of the other boy’s sleep-glazed eyes. “Are you very comfortable like that?” 

“M’sweltering,” James admits, “but she’s cold.” 

Sirius feels his brows furrow. “I meant your neck, Jamie.” But it is odd that you’d be cold, considering that he’s a bit warm and he has no blankets. You don’t usually get so chilled. “She’s cold?” 

James makes a face that’s half pout, half frown. “She’s ill.” 

Sirius frowns harder, and only then does he realize how unusual it is for you not to have woken while they’re talking right above you like this. He sets the back of a hand to your forehead and finds it scorching. 

“Oh.” The coo drops from his lips almost without his notice. He feels your cheek with his other palm as if that will change things, but it’s the same. “Since when?” 

“She was home when I got here,” says James. “Don’t think she ever made it to work this morning. I gave her some paracetamol.” 

That had to have been hours ago. Sirius is about to ask if James is feverish himself, or what other delusion caused him to nap with you instead of calling him and Remus home, but you start to stir, saving your boyfriend a berating. Sirius’ attention goes to you. 

“Hey, sweetness.” He strokes his thumb along your cheekbone, hoping to wake you gently. “You’re not feeling well?” 

You make an unhappy humming sound Sirius takes to mean No. Sniffle wetly. James grabs a box of tissues from beside him on the floor and offers them to you like it’s a routine.

“When did this start?” 

You blow your nose before replying. It sounds awful, and when you’re done Sirius can see that the tip of your poor nose already looks chapped. “I think it set in overnight,” you croak. James winces at the sound of your voice. 

Sirius strokes your cheek again, doing his best not to look too severe. “And why didn’t you call us, lovely girl?” 

Over the top of your head, James mouths emphatically, She wouldn’t let me. 

You only shrug, burrowing further into your blankets. “No point. Why should you come home just because I’ve got the sniffles?” 

Sirius sighs. He gives your cheek a mean little squeeze, standing and pulling out his phone. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask suspiciously. 

“Hush, don’t hurt your throat.” 

You pout, but Sirius is not James, and while he’s far from immune to your sweetheart face, he won’t be swayed by it. Remus picks up on the third ring. 

“Hi, love.” He answers already sounding weary, albeit lovingly so, used to Sirius getting home around this time and calling him impatiently. Remus works too much, Sirius comes home every day itching for a kiss from all three of you; it’s a routine they both love to hate. “I’m just about to wrap up here.” 

“Right, I totally believe you,” Sirius scoffs (affectionately). Remus is always ‘wrapping up’ when Sirius calls, one chapter bleeding into the next until it’s dark and one of you goes to collect him. “I just wanted to let you know that our bird never made it to work today; she’s come down with something.” 

He can practically hear Remus’ frown forming. “She didn’t say?” 

“What do you think?” 

A sigh crackles through the line. “And bad enough that she stayed home, hm?” 

Sirius looks at you, finding your eyes still big and expression pouty. He pouts back. “Yeah, she’s got a wicked fever and whatever it is has turned her nose into a poorly tuned woodwind instrument.” 

Your expression sours. James hides a smile in your hair. “It’s only a cold,” you say. 

“Honestly, Rem, she’s incoherent.” 

Sirius can hear movement on the other end of the line, the quiet snap of his boyfriend’s laptop shutting. “I’m coming. Try to get her to drink something, please?”

He appraises you. You don’t look particularly happy with him. “I’ll try.” 

“Thanks, love. I’ll be there soon.” 

“Alright, drive safe. Love you.” 

“Love you, too.” 

“That was so unnecessary,” you complain as soon as he hangs up. 

“Sorry, I can’t understand you when you’re all stuffed up like that,” Sirius replies flippantly, pocketing his phone and crouching in front of you again. “All your consonants sound like ds and bs.” 

He uses his cold hands to his advantage, pressing them to your cheeks and allowing his genuine sympathy to surface in his expression. It wins you over quickly; you tilt your face into his touch. Fever glazed eyes droop indulgently. 

“Now, my lovely snot monster, would you like ice in your water or do you want it plain?” 

Remus bustles in when you’ve halfway drained your cup. Sirius can tell he’s worried because he hardly kicks his shoes into alignment next to each other, not taking the time to bend over and arrange them as neatly as he always does. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says in his most dulcet tone, dropping a kiss on your temple while he feels your fever with his knuckles. “Jamie, you’re not ill too, are you?” 

“No, I’m just here in solidarity,” James assures him from beneath you. “I’m tip-top, promise.” 

Remus nods, his mouth an unhappy line as he appraises the two of you. “I think you need to lose the blankets, dove. We need to get your fever down.” 

“But it’s cold,” you whine. 

“It’s not,” Sirius promises you. “It’s just that you could roast a marshmallow on your forehead right now.” 

“You can still have Jamie,” negotiates Remus, already peeling the blankets off you and balling them up out of reach. 

“S’all you really need,” James says agreeably. You look unsure, but you relax a little when he cuddles you closer. 

“And how about some tea?” Remus palms the side of your face, frowning slightly at the heat while he drags his thumb across your cheek. “It’ll help with your throat and keep you warm, yeah?” 

“Okay, yeah.” You take Remus’ hand, bringing it to your lips. Your eyes are fever bright. “Thanks, Rem. I’m sorry you came home.” 

“Now, what kind of thing is that to say?” Sirius teases. “I, for one, am very glad to have Remus home.” 

You attempt a glare; it’s poorly executed. “I meant I was sorry you called him.” 

“Well, I’m not,” Remus says firmly. Sirius fights the urge to stick his tongue out at you. “You should always call me, sweetheart. Or just any of us, but we can talk about that later.” (Oh, Sirius cannot wait. The scolding he wants to give you would have paled in comparison.) Remus gives your cheek a little pat. “I’m going to make your tea. Try to finish your water before I get back, please.” 

Sirius follows him into the kitchen, pleased to hear you asking James to pass you your water behind him. 

“Hey,” he says, coming up behind Remus at the stove. 

Remus sighs, turning around and looping his arms around Sirius’ shoulders. “Hi.” He rests his chin atop his boyfriend’s head. It’s a welcome weight. “Sorry.” 

“Sorry for what? Don’t be.” Sirius runs a hand up his spine, feeling each knob. “Sorry I worried you on the phone. I was freaked when I found her like this. She’s alright, though.” 

“She’s alright,” Remus agrees. “I just hate to see her so poorly. Her throat sounds awful, poor love.” 

“I hate that she didn’t tell anyone.” Sirius intends to sound a tad bitter, maybe with an edge of teasing, but his voice comes out whiny and wounded. 

Remus kisses his hair silently. He knows Sirius has trouble with the people he loves suffering in silence, even when it comes to things like this. “That, too.” 

“I hope you lecture her into never doing it again.” 

“That’s the hope.” 

“James aided and abetted, too.” 

The faintest traces of a smile in Remus’ voice. “You want me to do something about that, do you?” 

“If you think so.” 

“Mm. I think you just want me to be the bad guy.” 

The kettle starts to whistle, and Sirius steps out from his boyfriend’s arms, pecking him on the cheek as he gets it. “I mean, you’re already so good at it.”

[dokries]

seventeen when you block their kisses

pairing: seventeen x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.3k

warnings: kissing of course, mentions of tea in minghao’s, mention of a spider (though only in passing) in vernon’s

author note: hehe i wrote this anyway! thank you dori for requesting again 🫶 i’ve never written like this before, so i hope it turned out well, and you enjoy reading :D lots of love!!

masterlist

seungcheol (s.coups)

✦ pouts immediately and slumps, crossing his arms and looking away in protest.

✦ maybe he’ll try again but if you block him then too, trust me. he’s going to act like a kid having a tantrum and whine and mutter under his breath.

✦ “baby, why aren’t you letting me kiss you…”

✦ you end up smothering him in kisses until he grins and hugs you happily before pouting again, making you sigh.

✦ he’s not getting over it for a while for sure, and will hold it over your head forever.

jeonghan

✦ raises an eyebrow when you move away from him but leaves it at that, going back to his phone.

✦ doesn’t try again at all and knows what you’re up to, so he just sits just close enough where you can kiss him easily to test your patience. (and if you’re not joking, he gives you space and doesn’t initiate anything before you do to make sure you’re comfortable.)

✦ when you eventually do end up kissing his cheek, he smirks, pulling you into him.

✦ “i knew you couldn’t go too long without a kiss.”

✦ you grumble as he giggles and kisses you on the forehead.

jisoo (joshua)

✦ thinks something is wrong right away and asks you if he did anything to upset you.

✦ did he forget to do the dishes? he’ll do them right away. did he forget a day that’s important? he’ll make it up to you somehow, he promises.

✦ he stares at you with those big deer eyes with your hands clasped in his and you can’t stop yourself from grabbing his face and kissing him where his eyebrows furrow.

✦ he laughs in relief when he realizes nothing is wrong, and kisses you back on the cheek softly.

✦ “darling, i was so worried i forgot something—you scared me for a second there.”

junhui (jun)

✦ stares at you in concern before mentally listing off anything he might’ve done by accident, like joshua.

✦ he looks at you with his lil confused cat look and you can’t not kiss him on the cheek.

✦ even then, his face doesn’t change until he belatedly registers that you kissed him.

✦ he chuckles shyly before patting your hand, still slightly dazed.

✦ “woah you confused me…i thought you were mad at me or something.”

hoshi (soonyoung)

✦ looks at you in shock before cuddling up closer to you, staring at your face to analyze your expression as he frowns in concentration.

✦ “is something wrong? are you feeling okay? are you sick? babe…”

✦ his boba eyes win and you kiss him on the nose and he immediately grins, squishing your cheeks together as a punishment before kissing you back on the nose with the most outrageous look of adoration.

wonwoo

✦ is confused and stares at you with his head tilted. he doesn’t usually initiate anything so he doesn’t get why you’re refusing him.

✦ puts a hand to your forehead to check your temperature and senses nothing wrong, so he leans back in his seat on the couch beside you, the same expression on his face.

✦ eventually spaces out until you giggle and move over to kiss the side of his lips, and he turns to you and blinks before letting out a sigh of relief.

✦ “yeah, i have no idea why you blocked my kiss…that was confusing.”

jihoon (woozi)

✦ also someone who doesn’t initiate skinship most of the time and tilts his head in concern, swiveling back to face the computer screens in front of him.

✦ he starts to overthink everything he has or hasn’t done in the last few days, sneaking looks back at you to gauge your expression.

✦ eventually goes back to working on the song he started, expecting you to explain when you want to.

✦ when you come over and wrap your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his cheek, he turns to look at you. when you giggle, he smiles, patting your arm.

✦ “oh okay, i thought you didn’t want to be around me right now…i’m glad that’s not the case.”

minghao (the8)

✦ when you move your face away from him, he pauses, softly asking if you’re alright.

✦ when you don’t respond, he squeezes your hand reassuringly, and lets you be, sitting quietly next to you as he sips his cup of tea.

✦ he’s surprised when you kiss the hand that’s holding yours eventually, unable to keep him waiting longer.

✦ he smiles gently before teasing you, nudging your shoulder.

✦ “i can’t believe i don’t get to kiss you but you can kiss me. seriously though, you okay? maybe you should start on your tea, i’m sure it’ll help.”

mingyu

✦ pouts when you don’t let him welcome you with a kiss while you’re in the doorway of your home, and chases you around until he can finally put his lips to yours with a giggle.

✦ back hugs you until he gets answers from you and if this holding you isn’t enough, he starts to tickle you, and eventually you crack.

✦ he pretends to think before asking for another kiss as an apology, and grins when you oblige.

✦ “you really think you could get away from me without a kiss? well, i think not!”

seokmin (dokyeom)

✦ also pouts automatically, shocked as he pulls back from your face as he cuddles you.

✦ he frowns as he puts his hands on either side of your face to inspect it and see if you’re not letting him kiss it because you’re conscious of something. when he finds nothing, he grabs your hands, asking if you’re okay. 

✦ and yeah, it’s hard for you to hold back—so you don’t, and you peck him on the lips quickly before moving back to see his reaction.

✦ his eyes are wide and he smiles slowly before pulling you close with a sigh of contentment.

✦ “i thought something happened, my love! don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”

seungkwan

✦ immediately gives you a stink face with the worst side eye ever. what do you mean you don’t want a kiss from him? don’t you love him and his tendency to kiss you on the cheek all the time? 

✦ he narrows his eyes at you when you don’t say anything and sighs, asking if something happened and if he can do anything for you.

✦ when he frowns in concern, you reach to grab and kiss his cheek with a giggle, and he groans before kissing you back softly, looking off to the side after. eventually, he cuddles closer to you and plays with your hands, mumbling under his breath about how you scared him, and how he’ll always give you reminders of much you mean to him so you’ll never forget—or stop him from kissing you.

✦ “don’t get me worried like that again, okay?”

vernon (hansol)

✦ tilts his head at you but doesn’t push it like jeonghan, though he does this because he knows you’ll communicate if something’s wrong. 

✦ leaves you be and goes back to watch cat videos on the couch next to you, deciding not to leave so he can remind you that he’s always here for you, even if you don’t necessarily want him there—which is what he believes right now.

✦ you eventually move to snuggle against him and watch a cat try to do a backflip with him, and kiss the corner of his smile, and it only gets bigger as he takes your hand. 

✦ “glad to have you back. anyway, have you seen that one video where a cat gets super scared by a spider and flops down onto their owner’s stomach—”

chan (dino)

✦ looks at you confused when you don’t accept his kiss hello, and you can see the question mark hanging over his head. 

✦ also grabs your hand to ask if you’re okay, and scans your body to see if you’re hurt anywhere.

✦ he smiles when you kiss him after a few minutes of just him standing there and staring at you, determined to figure out what’s wrong.

✦ intertwines your hands so you can walk to wherever you’re going, and looks at you lovingly the entire time.

✦ “what? wow, you didn’t want me to kiss you first, and now i can’t even look at my favourite person in the world?”

[amirasainz]

I admit I read everything with baby Sainz in it.🫢 And as I'm on a Lando bender again. (Loving all things Lando) I was wondering if you could write something with Baby Sainz and Lando about how they got into a fight and the whole grid is there for her and being mean to Lando but like the fight was something really little and silly. (Something like Lando not putting his clothes away)

I hope that makes sense.

Oooppp!!!! That make me so happy to know that people enjoy reading my writing. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as well and let me know if you have any requests. I will do my best to write them ASAP

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Trouble in paradise

There were two things Lando hated dearly: fish and seeing his girlfriend cry. The first one is pretty self-explanatory. For him, fish tasted horrible and looked disgusting. It had a weird consistency and smelled—oh god, don’t get him started on the smell. The second thing, seeing his girlfriend cry, was because a beautiful girl like her should never have to feel any sadness. Her pretty eyes should never fill with tears, making the window to her soul more obvious than ever. Her perfect lips should never tremble, and her voice should never crack. Amira was made for being happy and carefree.

However, this morning, Lando managed to do the worst thing ever. He made his girl cry. And why? Because he is the biggest idiot on earth. The only thing she asked him yesterday was if he could start doing the laundry. Like the lovesick fool he is, he was more enamored with her presence than actually listening to her words. When she wanted to wear her favorite shirt today, which was in the laundry, Lando had to admit that he didn’t do anything. Maybe it was the current heat, her jet lag, her hunger, or the frustration that he didn’t do the simple task she asked him to do, but all of it was too much. And Amira tried to be brave, she really did. But she couldn’t help but let her frustration and sadness out through her tears. When Lando saw his girlfriend crying in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to cry himself. What kind of monster is he, making his perfect girlfriend cry because he was a lazy idiot?

The others around them immediately realized something was wrong when the couple arrived this morning in the paddock. Usually, Lando would have his arm around her shoulders, their hands intertwined, kissing her shamelessly in front of everyone and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. But today, they arrived with only their pinkies intertwined. Despite having a huge fight about something so silly this morning, the couple couldn’t stand not touching one another. If their unusual entrance wasn’t a huge sign that something was wrong, it was Amira’s behavior. Instead of wearing bright, vibrant colors, the young woman wore a black jacket with sunglasses on. Her blue shirt was the only speck of color in her outfit. If even THAT wasn’t a sign that something was amiss between them, it was on their way to the motorhomes. Instead of leading Amira proudly into his side of the garage, he brought her to the Ferrari garage. There, one could see Lando hugging Amira, whose shoulders shook. Without another word, Amira left a heartbroken Lando inside. One might have thought that something terrible had happened to his family, instead of him forgetting to do the laundry…

The news spread like wildfire that Amira and Lando had a fight because Lando couldn’t be trusted to do a simple task. The drivers and WAGs were furious when they heard about what happened. Carlos even went as far as keeping his sister inside his driver’s room, making her sleep and eat something. While Carlos was busy taking care of his precious sister, Lando had the worst day of his life. EVER.

It all started when he ran into Carmen and George. The couple were busy staring daggers at him while he was on his way to the media pen. Lando was so distracted by their glares that he didn’t see Lewis. He bumped straight into the 8-time world champion, who wasn’t very keen on seeing the young Brit. “Oh, sorry Lewis. I didn’t mean to bump into you,” Lando apologized. Lewis looked him up and down before muttering, “Seems like you never mean to do something.” Before Lando had a chance to ask what he meant, Lewis turned around and walked away.

A confused Lando continued walking to the media pen. During the conference, he was asked about his outfit ( new Quadrant merch) when Max muttered loud enough for the microphones to pick up: “Must be nice to have clothes you can wear because you can rely on your partner.” The atmosphere in the room became strained in a matter of seconds. The reporter awkwardly tried to move on. Lando wasn’t stupid; he knew what this was. This was his punishment for upsetting the paddock princess.

After a 40-minute-long speech from Lily and Kika about how important giving and taking in a healthy relationship was, Fernando calling him “El mayor idiota que ha existido en la tierra,” Charles letting Leo bite him, Lily and Oscar giving him the biggest side-eye ever throughout the day, Yuki “accidentally” pushing him into a wall, and Pierre starting gossip about him, he finally went to Carlos’s driver’s room.

He gently knocked on the door, wishing it would be his girl opening it. Sadly, today was truly not his day, because he was met with the sight of an angry Carlos. Before Lando had the chance to say anything, Carlos brought him closer. He whispered quietly in Lando’s ear: “If Amira wasn’t so damn much in love with you, you would already be under the earth. I know where you live, I know your password, I know your deepest secrets. If you ever, and I mean ever, in your entire life make my sister cry again, it will be the last thing you’ll ever do. ¿He sido claro?” Carlos only let poor Lando go after he swore to never do something stupid like that again. “Good, now you will go inside, apologize to Amira, and buy her a new freaking Birkin bag. Did I make myself clear?” Carlos sternly asked.

Safe to say that Lando did a lot of groveling that day. It took the drivers and WAGs 5 months, 1 week, 28 days, and 17 hours to stop with the “Lando-fuck-up” jokes. And Amira? She never had to wonder about a thing again; they now had a housemaid, Aurelia, who only adored Amira and not Lando.

[arievanille]

𝐋𝐎𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 + 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓

i feel like a lot of loa posts now are just people telling someone that what they’re doing in wrong and let me tell you, that leads to heavy mental issues.

i understand that you want people to realize that they have their desires but please.. some of y’all are being overly obnoxious and rude. you can’t tell someone not to listen to subliminals or methods but then proceeded to only say ‘you already have it’ that’s not entirely how that works.

the reason why it’s easy to some is because they believe they don’t have to do anything to get what they want and while it’s true, you don’t need anything to get something but the assumption indeed but again i say there’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing to get to that assumption.

some bloggers think if they keep saying stop listening to subs or basically to stop overthinking it that it’s going to work and people will wake up one day and be like yep! that was so easy.

no.

some people need time to redirect their minds into believing that desire is theirs. just bc you can do it easily doesn’t mean everyone can. it’s just like math in school, some people think it’s easy and others cannot do it unless they work their brain around it.

not saying they can’t do it or that it’s even hard in the first place but it’s not the fact of them finding it hard but the fact of them having to learn it so it becomes easy.

with all of that being said, do whatever you think helps you manifest and get that assumption you have what you have, if that’s subs then do it, if that’s robotic affirmations then do it, you already have it but there’s nothing wrong with preparing yourself to have it either.

the loa side of tumblr are becoming harsh people who are treating others like they’re wrong for doing just about anything that doesn’t align with what they’re doing.

edit — i do want to add that it’s all about you, how you think, how you decide to go about it, all about what you want to do! don’t let those people get in your head, you’re doing everything right.

[ divider by @dollywons i love their dividers ]

[smoshyourheadin]

Hi! Saw that your requests were open and wondered if you’d do something with Steve Harrington and reader where it’s based on season 4 and reader is catching the looks Steve and Nancy give each other so she confronts him and he reassures her there’s nothing going on?

only you

pairing: steve harrington x f! reader

a/n: I LOVE STEVE!! this was rlly fun to write :33 this request is so cute i love him eek!! also this is kind of inspired by the song ‘only you’ by yazoo bc i love that song heheh

it had been a rough few days. the kind of rough that made steve wish he could crawl under his bedcovers and stay there until the world decided to stop falling apart. but hiding wasn't an option when the upside down was causing havoc in hawkins again, and certainly not when nancy was back in his life, running headfirst into danger just like old times.

you had been a solid presence throughout the ordeal, offering reason when everyone else seemed ready to unravel. steve always appreciated you more than he could ever put into words. you were his rock, his anchor in the storm, and he knew he was the luckiest guy in the world to have you by his side.

tonight, the group had gathered in the wheeler basement, trying to piece together the story of the latest victim that vecna had left for them. nancy was flipping through her notebook, scribbling notes furiously, while steve tried to keep up with the conversation. he glanced over at her a few times, mostly out of habit. they had been through so much together that it was hard not to look back on those memories with a tinge of nostalgia.

but he didn’t realize how it must have looked to you.

you were sitting on the other side of the room, comforting el, whilst trying to focus on max’s recount of her latest vision, but your eyes kept drifting to steve and nancy. every stolen glance, every shared look between them, sent a pang of insecurity through your heart. you knew they had history - everyone did. but seeing them together again, working so closely, it made you wonder if maybe that history wasn't as buried as you hoped.

later, after the meeting had dispersed and everyone was heading home, you and steve walked to his car in silence. the quiet stretched uncomfortably between you, filled with words unsaid.

"hey," steve finally broke the silence as he unlocked the car. "y’okay?"

you nodded, but your expression betrayed you. steve could see the worry etched across your face. he gently touched your arm, stopping you before you could climb into the passenger seat.

"what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and full of concern.

you took a deep breath, looking up at him with eyes that threatened to spill over with tears. "i saw the way you were looking at nancy tonight," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "and... and the way she was looking at you."

steve's eyes widened in surprise, and then softened with understanding. he stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. "hey, no," he said gently. "there’s nothing going on between me and nancy. we’re just trying to figure all this out, just like everyone else."

"but you have a history with her," you whispered, looking away. "and i can't help but feel like, like maybe you still have feelings for her."

steve's heart ached at the sight of your distress. he tilted your chin up so you would look at him, his gaze steady and sincere. "listen to me," he said firmly. "nancy and i... we had our time, but it’s over. i care about her as a friend, and that's it. you’re the one i’m with now. you’re the one i want to be with."

he pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "you’re my present and my future," he whispered. "i love you. only you."

you closed your eyes too, feeling the warmth of his words seep into your heart. "promise?" you asked, your voice small and vulnerable.

steve pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression full of love and determination. "i promise," he said. "i’m all in, with you. and I’m not going anywhere."

you let out a shaky breath, a smile breaking through the lingering doubt. "okay," you whispered.

steve leaned in and kissed you, slow and sweet, pouring all his reassurance and love into that kiss. when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours again, a small smile playing on his lips. "no more doubts, okay?"

you nodded, feeling the weight of your worries lift. "okay."

with a final kiss on your forehead, steve opened the car door for you. as you both settled into your seats and drove away, the tension from earlier dissolved, replaced by a comforting sense of certainty. no matter what anything or anyone threw at you, you knew you had steve by your side. and that was enough.

[latenightdaydreams]

Homeless reader pickpockets König and gets caught? Instead of taking her to the police he takes her home? She's a spitfire, and he likes it.

🌶

König x Thief (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master Lister

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, unprotected, breasts f-ing

2.5k word count

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König walks late at night along the busy city streets to blow off steam. People watching is something he enjoys doing, curious how others live their lives so…simply. There is a heavy weight on his shoulders, the lives of other people in his hands to protect or to take. In a way, he envy’s these people to live without true knowledge of what the world's governments do behind closed doors.

A woman in a black baggy shirt and jeans catches his eyes, you. You move as if you’re trying to blend into the darkness, your eyes darting to everyone studying them the way he is. Who are you? Why are you acting so odd? 

As he walks on, his icy blue eyes move from you and continue to people watch. Your eyes fall on the tall man in what looks like a basic black shirt, but you have a keen eye for designer things. The watch on his left wrist hinting at the gold mine inside his wallet. When he gets close enough, you turn out of the storefront you were lingering in, passing König. 

The feeling of your smaller body bumping his snapped his eyes in your direction. You look up at him with a warm smile. “Pardon me.” Your voice and demeanor are extremely bubbly, different from the vibes you were previously giving to him. 

König looks down at you with no emotion and ignores your words. A few steps later, he stops, putting his hand in his pocket. Empty. He quickly spins around to see you trying to blend into the crowd. A smirk plays across König’s lips as he realizes he’s been robbed. He quickly turns, following you at a distance.

Thinking the man was none the wiser, there was a cocky arrogance in the way you moved. The wallet was safely secured in my satchel. You quickly turn to an alleyway that leads you back towards your tent. 

König stalks closely behind without you noticing. For being a thief, you lack spatial awareness. Someone could easily follow you, come up behind you and grab you. Such easy prey. He reaches his massive, calloused hand out, grabbing you by your arm, and spinning you to face him.

“Wallet. Now.” He towers over you by well over a foot, his eyes piercing into your own. One hand extended to accept the wallet back. 

“Let me go! I don’t have your wallet.” You struggle as if you’re truly innocent, hoping he will just think that he is mistaken and go away. What you don’t know is that you picked the wrong target. 

“I’ll demand nicely once more. My wallet. Now.”

Once you realize he isn’t buying your innocent act, you try to stomp his foot to run away. It worked countless times before. You lower the heel of your boot down as hard as you possibly can and prepare to run. The man didn’t even flinch, his eyes still gazing deeply into your own when you look up.

“Let me go!”

“Give me my stuff!” He shouts, his booming voice causing you to give up the hold on his wallet.

You dig into your satchel for his dark brown leather wallet. With an attitude, you slam into the palm of his hand. König feels a heat growing in his loin. This tiny little feisty thief isn’t scared of him? He looks at the defiant look on your face and takes in how attractive your features look this close up.

“You have your wallet, now let me go!” You try to pull your arm away from his hand but his grip is unpleasantly firm.

“You know I could have you arrested right? You just robbed a military Colonel.”

“I gave you your shit back!”

Even with the knowledge of his status, you’re still disrespectful. A deep laugh rumbles from König’s stomach as he looks down at you. “I like you. You’ve got spirit. How about I make you a deal?” König walks into you, forcing you against the brick wall behind you. “I won’t report you if you come home with me.”

A playful smirk pulls at your lips. “You want to fuck me?”

“Is that a problem for you?” König’s voice is low and sensual as his eyes drop to your pillowy lips. “Just one night. I’ll even pay you.”

“I’m not a whore.” You say defensively. 

“I never said you were; I’m just offering a gift. A gift for allowing me to have you… if you will.”

“How much?”

“More than you would have gotten from my wallet.” König’s tone is playful as he sees in your eyes that you’re actually considering doing this. 

“Fine. You’re not going to try and kill me, are you?” You ask half joking.

“I don’t hurt innocent delicate creatures such as yourself.” König moves his masked face to your neck, slowly breathing in your sweaty musk. “I’ll return you safely, and a few thousand dollars richer.”

Thousand piques your interest. You take a few seconds to think about it before looking around you. “Fine. I’ll entertain you for the night.”

“Perfect.” König smiles down at you. “Come with me.” His hand slides down from grabbing your arm to intertwining his fingers with yours. He turns away from the alleyway and begins to walk towards his home.

“What’s your name, Diebin?”

“Y/n. You?”

“I’m König.”

It takes about a twenty-minute walk to get to König’s home. You gaze around at his home, simply decorated but you can tell it’s all high-end luxury. This man really is wealthy. You feel König’s hand on your lower back as he guides you to the staircase, up to his bedroom.

“What are you wanting?” You ask him, unsure of how to go about this transaction. 

“Just a normal night. As if we are truly lovers.”

You stand and watch as he undresses. He takes his boots off, pulling down his snipper mask, exposing his face to you. His blonde hair is messy with an angular face scarred and aquiline nose. Taking in his rugged appearance, you admit to yourself that he is quite attractive. Your eyes follow his hands to the hem of his shirt, his body sculpted and powerful.

König drops his pants last, stepping out of them as they drop to his ankles. “Come here.” He holds his hand out for you, pulling you to him. His free hand reaches for the hem of your shirt, putting his hand underneath to feel your soft skin. Your muscles tense at his touch, his tenderness surprising for you.

As his eyes meet your, he pulls up your shirt. You lift your arms up as he slides your shirt off of your body, his hands quickly wrapping around your waist, caressing your silky-smooth skin. His hands gently glide up your back until he feels your bra, unhooking it and slowly guiding it off of your body. The way your breasts naturally fall when your bra comes away from your body is simply perfection.

König’s leave a trail down your neck to your breasts, holding each one in his hands as he drops to his knees in front of you. His mouth hungrily latches to your nipple, sucking a licking, taking his time on each one. “You have such lovely nipples.” He groans into your skin. 

Slowly, his hands drop down from your breasts, caressing your stomach before undoing your jeans. He pulls them down to your knees, moving one of his hands between your legs. There is a wet patch on your panties already forming. 

“Mien Gott, you’re so wet. I have to taste you.” In almost a rush he pulls down your underwear and drops lower on your body. He shoves his face between your supple thighs, flicking his tongue out against any part of your pussy he could reach. Once he got a small taste of your sweet creamy cunt, he needed more. 

König pulls back, grabbing at your shoes and tossing them to the side before pulling your jeans off completely. He grabs one of your legs and pulls it over his shoulder. You fall off balance, reaching out for him to stabilize yourself. His hands reach behind you and grasps your ass, squeezing as his tongue flicks over your cunt again. 

Tiny moans flow from your lips as your head drops back. Your hands hold his head to your pussy as your feel his tongue move in circles and twist around your clit. You allow yourself to truly relax and enjoy the pleasure you’re receiving. 

“I want to feel you, bury myself deep inside of this pussy.” He groans as he pulls back to gaze up at you. His eyes portray how in lust he is with you right now. It’s been nearly six years’ since he’s touched a woman and here you are; an angel from heaven simply fell into his lap.

König stands with your leg still over his shoulder, carrying you as if you weighed nothing, his hands holding you firmly by your rear. A surprised gasping giggle leaves your lips as he walks you to the bed. He places you down gently onto the bed, pulling down his boxers once his hands are free.

With your body pulled towards the edge of the bed, he grabs your thighs and pulls your legs back. He moves his hips to line his cock up with your vagina. His cock next to your cunt make you look so small. The rush of excitement that flows through him is unmatched by anything he’s felt in a long time.

Slowly, he pushes forward. His eyes focused on your face, watching the way your eyes widen slightly as the head of his cock parks your folds and slips into your tiny little cunt. A soft moan escapes you as your hands grab your legs, assisting in pulling them back. 

König’s eyes watch your stomach and breasts before going back up to your eyes, watching as the pleasure floods your body. Your pupils expand, covering the color of your irises almost completely. Such a beautiful sight. 

His hips roll slowly into you at first, letting you get adjusted to the size of his cock. He’s aware that he’s above average and doesn’t want to push you too far. Dropping his gaze, he watches the way his cock stretches your pussy lips apart, your walls hugging his cock tightly.

“König, yes.” You moan as your fingers dig into your legs, struggling to keep it together as he fucks you.

“Such a pretty voice.” He says breathlessly as he begins to pick up his pace, the small slapping sound of skin on skin being added to the beautiful melody of your moans. The feeling of you clenching around him drives him mad. “If you keep that up, I won’t last long.” König warns.

“Please don’t cum yet, your cocks so fucking good.” 

König looks down at you with a low groan, his eyebrows pinch together, and he shakes his head. “Your cunt’s too tight, so fucking wet.” His hips move more rapidly as one hand moves to cup your breast, pinching your nipping between his fingers as he squeezes. 

The fat on your thighs ripple as he slams into you. Your stomach and breasts look soft and inviting. You can feel your own wetness drip down from your pussy to your ass, wetting the bed sheets beneath you. König closes his eyes and drops his head back; a strong buildup of ecstasy takes over and he can’t ignore it. 

He pulls out, to your disappointment, and pulls your legs more so that you're almost off of the bed. Grabbing your breasts, he rests his wet cock between them and begins to thrust forward. You spit on your breasts to add lubrication for him. His hands squeeze your breasts almost painfully tightly together. 

A loud growl leaves his throat as he looks down at your breasts, completely swallowing his cock. One of your hands drops to your pussy to rub your clit in quick small circles. “Fuck!” König groans as he picks up his pace.

“Open your mouth.”

He steps back, jerking his cock quickly, focusing on the tip of his cock. A few small moans leave his lips before a spurt of his warm cum shoots out and lands in your mouth, dripping down your bottom lip. A few more land across your breasts and on your face. 

You lean forward and suck the tip of his cock, swallowing the rest of his cum. König’s muscles twitch as your mouth wraps around his head, your tongue circling it and making it clean.  “God, y/n. You’re driving me crazy. Get on the bed, bent over.” 

An excited look appears in your eyes as you realize he isn’t done with you yet. You stand, cum still on you, and bend over his bed. König walks up behind you, gazing at the heart shape your ass makes when you bend over like this. His large hand caresses the plumpness before he lines himself up with you again. 

“I want to feel you cum on my cock.” König says before shoving his cock back inside of you.

The next morning you are waken up by the sun peaking through the curtains. You feel König’s muscular arms holding you close to him still, his head resting on your own as he breathes deeply. From where you lay, you can see his expensive watch resting on his dresser, you slowly start to take in everything in the room and think about how much money you could get from pawning all of it. But then your eyes land on König peacefully asleep and feel guilty for wanting to take form him. He’s been surprisingly…kind.

Your eyes go back to his watch, then back to him. With a deep sigh, you push his arms away from your body gently and sneak out of bed. Still naked you wake to his dresser and grab the watch to look at it more closely. 

König feels you move so he opens one eye slightly to watch what you’re doing. He sees you holding the watch, inspecting it. His heart sinks slightly at the fact that he’s trusting you in his home and yet you are doing this. Instead of stopping you, he just pretends to sleep still, seeing what you would do.

He can feel the weight of your small body joining him back in bed. You move slowly so as to not wake König up, but his arms grab you, pulling you back to him. “I can buy you your own Hermès, if that’s what you’d like.” 

You can feel your stomach drop, he saw you looking at his watch. “I wasn’t going to take it.” A lie, and you know he knows it’s one.

“I’m just letting you know; I can take care of you. You don’t have to steal anymore.” His sleepy voice is low and raspy. He reaches out and caresses the side of your face as you gaze at him with a guilty look on your face.

“We can go shopping before I drop you off.” König insists as he stretches, sitting up.

A small smile spreads across your lips as you realize you’ve landed in the lap of luxury. König is happy to share his wealth with you and you’re happy to accept it.

[doubleragnarok]

My friends, let me introduce you to my lazy mini-comic about the X-men "Evolution" AU. (You don't need to watch Evolution to understand it)

First read the text, then look at the accompanying picture below. Lets go ~

tw: blood. But nothing really scary is going on.

This summer, another new student entered Xavier School. They were older than the other students (23 y.o.), so those around them suspected that their X-gene had manifested later than the others. They asked to be called "Morph", and made friends with all the mutants so quickly it was surprising.

One day after a battle, Morph broke away from the others, and Jean asked Wolverine to find him.

Jean: Logan, we need your keen sense of smell!

Wolverine: There you are. And you look pretty scratched up.

Morph: How did you know it was me? Oh, yeah, your super-sense.

W: What's wrong with your face?

M: Oh, this?

M: This is my real face.

W: What's going on? Does it show up when you're hurt too badly?

M: What are you talking about, ha ha. I was just in too much pain to focus on holding the image. But the wounds are superficial, I'll be fine.

W: F@ck! Then why do you have such a mournful face, like you're dying?!

M: But my real form is terrible! Doesn't that bother you?

W: You should have realized by now who you're talking to. X-men will never judge you for being different from the rest of us. We are all just like you.

M: Yeah, when it comes to superpowers. But all the other x-men look good. Kurt has to change his look, but he's handsome!

You're all beautiful!

M: Now look at me. My skin color is like a corpse. My face looks like a skull, no pupils or irises. I don't even have a nose! It's like I'm not a human being, I'm a human template!

W: I'm the last person who cares about your outer beauty. No nose? But you breathe somehow, right? That's the most important thing.

W: Besides…

W: If you don't have a nose, it won't get in your way when you kiss.

M: Wait

Was he flirting with me?

M: WOW.

...

M: Maybe

M: Maybe I have a chance?

M: Besides, our age difference is not critical, right?

(Morph didn't yet know that the age difference was far greater than they realized)

It all started with @balkanbitch 's post and @baylecn 's drawings (I hope you draw something else on this theme). I couldn't help but join in.

Bonus: the first versions of Morph's design.

[lcriedlastnight]

Enemies to lovers with Lando. Someone says something bad / criticises Lando in front of reader and she immediately defends him without knowing he’s behind her and can hear everything. And maybe as she’s defending him she’s also unknowingly/ without realizing / accidentally admitting her feelings for him

i love this idea! thank you so much anon, love!

tw: fem!reader, swears, logan hate (do not support!), little lando hate, not spellchecked or proof read, lmk if you want me to add anything else.

w/c: 2k

you and lando had never gotten along. you’d never gotten along and you’d never tried to. it was just one of those things, you supposed. you didn’t make a big deal out of it as the two of you shared a friend group and didn’t want to cause any issues between the group. lando however, well it seemed like he had a serious issue with you.

at first you did try to get along with him, his ego was massive and that really did put you off wanting to be friends with him but you could be fake a friendship with him. a friendship out of convenience was perfectly fine with you. lando was just having none of it. he’d ignore any conversation you would try to have with him - even in a group setting. you had tried just not talking to him but even that left you on the receiving end of dirty looks and mean comments. you’d had enough with it so you stopped caring about him entirely.

well that’s what you told your friends. in reality; you cared what he thought, you looked for his reaction to any story that was told in the room and you looked to see if he laughed at your jokes. every single time you were left with blank stares and bored expressions.

your friends noticed this and tried their best to ease the tension between the two of you but because of lando’s stubbornness, there was nothing they could really do. he really did make things difficult sometimes.

you had all gathered around the drivers house to celebrate a mutual close friend’s birthday. you and you close girl friends had gotten ready for the get together at your house and headed to the party together.

“so is the vibe for tonight party or chilled?” your friend asks as you jump out of the taxi outside lando’s apartment complex. your other friend snorts in amusement before she replies.

“girl, we’re at lando’s what do you think the vibe is?”. you frown. the party vibe wasn’t really what the birthday boy enjoyed so you hoped for his sake it was more a chilled, hanging with friends vibe. you also didn’t really dress for a party, your favourite pair of jeans on as well as one of those cute baby tee’s you found on tiktok.

“i hope not. fin doesn’t really like parties.” you remind them as you press the buzzer for lando’s. it rings for a second then you hear his crackly voice through the speaker. “hello?”. he sounded sober. good start.

“can you let us in please?” you ask into the intercom. there is a pause before lando replies.

“no. we’re full.”

your friend rolls her eyes at his words, knowing all this is was because he was talking to you. if he would just stop acting like a dickhead for more than two seconds people could maybe get things done. meanwhile, you huff at lando’s words opening your mouth to complain to him but your friend cuts in. “just let us in, norris.”.

she sounds fed up enough already that lando immediately tells them to “head on up, then.” she storms ahead of you and your other friend. you look at each other with annoyed looks.

“to be fair it’s a good thing she did that because you haven’t fell into his traps in months.” she reminds you as you reach his door which was open waiting on you and your friend. you nod. it was true, ignoring lando was really going well for you… from your friends point of view anyways. your mind was still plagued with thoughts of him.

your friend walks in before you so make sure to close the door behind you.

“so i guess we were wrong. looks like it is a chill night.” you friend says as she sees your friends dotted around the place, conversing. it looked very adult. weird for something lando was in charge of planning. you didn’t know he was capable of being anything except snide and rude. maybe he could be thoughtful and caring to the people he loved. the thought makes you frown but before you can linger on it for too long your friend grabs you both a drink and you take seats on his couch.

you notice you’re the last ones to arrive and try to find your friend that stormed off earlier. your eyes rake around the room until they land on her sitting with fin, the birthday boy. they looked cosy. ‘good for them’ you think as you take a sip of your drink. you notice lando sitting with his friend, max, on the couch next to you. you glance in his direction then redirect your eyes.

after maybe half an hour of socialising and drinking, fin announces (with your other friend hanging off his arm) that he wants to play a game of truth or dare. you thought it was a bit childish but everyone agreed so you did too. you all sit in a circle and decide to place a bottle in the middle.

“this is so high school.” you say to your friend, who just laughs in agreement. you had ended up sitting next to max on one side and your friend on the other. you quite liked max, he was nothing like lando, which helped you like him a lot more.

“since it’s my birthday, i’ll go first!” fin says as he spins the bottle. it lands on max. fin grins before asking the question you know you’re going to be tired of hearing after tonight.

after a couple of rounds a few of you disperse to get drinks and use the toilet. you were pretty sure some went for a smoke break. you didn’t even know anyone where smoked. lando was one of the people that had left, he went to the kitchen to get a drink for him and max. the good thing about not being able to let anyone know you were staring at lando was that you got good at lip reading and hearing things from a distance. you also got good at seeing things out of the corner of your eye. it was during your turn when lando asked max if he wanted another drink. you felt like you were keeping tabs on the boy, you were starting to feel a bit creepy as you answered your question.

the game continues as people (lando) leave. it was your friend turn but she was a bit more than drunk and would only accept a question from fin, the man she was clinging to all night.

you can all see the wheels turning in fin’s mind as he thinks up a question. “how good of a driver do you think lando actually is?” he finally asks.

everyone perks up at the question, wanting to see if your friend had any unpopular opinions on lando’s driving skills.

“he’s shit. like- that’s him just won his first race? after racing for like five years? that doesn’t really scream future world champion does it?” she criticised, words slurred. your face is screwed up in disagreement. you bite your tongue though, knowing she was drunk and probably just wanted to start something. you’re sure you heard someone gasp.

“you don’t really mean that?” another one of your friends asks in shock. your drunk friend only nods.

“i do. he’s bad. like he’s not logan sargent bad but he’s mid at best and i don’t understand the hype. i never have and i don’t think i ever will.” she smiles a little and that’s what gets you.

“i’m sorry are you being serious right now? firstly the audacity you have to sit there, shitfaced, bashing on the person who’s house you’re inside and who bought you the drinks in the first place is absurd,” you start, bring her down a peg. you hear footsteps behind you but you’re too pent up to acknowledge them right now.

“secondly, have you even watched a race? ever? or even recently? because if you had then you would know just how good he actually is. you’re sitting there talking about him like you know exactly how hard he worked to get to where he is and to achieve that win. millions of people - who actually watch the races, by the way - have said how difficult it is to end verstappen’s win streak and lando was the first person to do so this season.” you rant, enraged that she spoke about lando like that.

her mouth opens and closes a few times before she says, almost cockily. “carlos sainz won before lando did, in australia. you act like i don’t know shit about f1.”

“lando’s win means way more than carlos’ because max was still in the race in miami. he had the chance to actually win it, whereas in australia he dnf’d. so do you actually know what you’re talking about? i, along with like a million other people like lando and think he’s going to go very far the rest of the season.” you educate her. she should really know all of this seeing as you always told her every detail about the races on the mondays following.

“bitch.” she has nothing to retaliate with so she chooses to resort to name calling. you don’t even give her a reply and stand up to go outside to get some air. you stand up so quickly you don’t see the feet standing directly behind you or the hard chest you smash into. you could tell it was lando from the scent. was it weird? maybe but you didn’t care much. you’re embarrassed that he probably heard your rant defending him and that you just smashed right into his chest so you step backwards and head to lando’s balcony to sit outside with the smokers.

you rush outside and sit down in the far corner next to the railing. you watch the streets below for a few minutes, trying to forget what you had just done and who you had done it in front of. you feel lando looming over you a few minutes later.

“y’alright?” he asks as he takes a seat next to you. you feel uncomfortable a little, you’ve never been this close to him, even though that’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted for the past three years. and he’s being nice to you. lando have never been nice to you. ever. you’d seen him be nice to others, hundreds of times before so you knew what it was like, but you could only have dreamed of being on the receiving end of it.

“yeah.” you reply. you move your head from watching the cars pass on the road to rest your forehead on your tucked up knees.

“thank you for what you did… well said i guess. it was really nice of you.” lando starts, his hand sits awfully close to the edge of your shoe. it’s not touching but if you shuffled your foot a few times towards him, it would be.

“i know i don’t really deserve it. not from you anyways. you’ve always been so sweet to me and i’ve kinda been- well a dick.” you let out a breathy giggle at his choice of words.

“yeah. you have been a dick.” lando grins as you agree with him.

“what if i said i didn’t wanna be a dick to you anymore?” he said, you’re sure you heard a hint of shyness in his voice.

you move you’re head from it’s resting place to look at him in confusion. “you don’t? how do you want to treat me then?” you ask.

lando smiles. “like i should’ve been for the past god knows how long.” you give him your own smile back.

“for the record i like you too.” lando teases, his hand coming to clutch at your thigh. you groan.

“i hate you.” he laughs that laugh.

“no you don’t.” you rest your head on your shoulder and listen to the traffic. lando’s thumb rubs across your skin. his touch is soothing. this is the first nice memory you have with lando.

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

18. Am I wrong? ✎

“So my manager leaked my information.” It’s not a question anymore.

Scara nods apologetically as if he was at fault, eyes gleaming with genuine sincerity. This is the third time, he’s been vulnerable with you. He guides you up the cobblestone path, leading you closer to the Estate’s courtyard. The sun has already grazed its goodbye, only the moon rests above, gleaming at you and Scara. The darkness along the trees, shrubs, and boulders around the garden is eerie but something about his presence soothes your worries—something about his rare smile, hushed voice, and messy hair.

Perhaps it’s everything about him.

You pause in your tracks, watching over the waves on the beach—hands on the wooden fences standing around the courtyard, “Do you think they’ll believe me?”

“They’ll believe you once you tell your side.”

Doubt lingers, “What if they don’t?”

“Then they’re all fuck heads with no hobbies,” He swerves his head, now facing you with narrow eyes, and brows pulled together, “It’s stupid, how some of them graduated with degrees but have no basic sense of empathy or respect. They’re all entitled, gullible, and hypocritical assholes who use every opportunity to deflect their insecurities on others. It’s a crazy world we live in.”

The scowl on his face is almost laughable—how angry at the world he is on your behalf. You take note of Scara's wrath, experiencing it is not for the weak. Although, you don’t need to worry. His patience for you seems limitless.

“I can’t believe Jean lets you handle your social media accounts. You have no filter.”

He scoffs, “She doesn’t, but I find my way. They have to change the password every other week or else I might be permanently banned on every platform.”

You chuckle at his smug expression, “I want your confidence.”

“You already have it, you just need to use it.”

You avoid his gaze, “You sure do have a lot of faith in me.”

“Because I believe in you.”

For how long? You heard those same words before and they never kept their promises. Your agency, your manager. It was blind trust. Funny how life works.

“You blindly trusted me.”

You didn’t mean to say that. But it can’t be helped. What if one day you disappoint him? Will he leave too, like your manager? Or your fans?

“I knew you wouldn’t do that.”

No he didn’t. What did he know?

“There’s always a possibility—“

“But you didn’t and that’s what matters,” He sighs before running a hand through his hair, “Am I wrong for trusting you?”

You shake your head in guilt, realizing you let your doubts slip. Overthinking kills the mood, “It’s just that—“

“Am I wrong for wanting to be with you?” His voice softened.

You squint your eyes, unsure of what he means. You open your mouth to say something, anything to fill the silence, but nothing comes out.

So he inches forward, his left hand rests on your cheek, the other latches down to your waist, gentle and warm—you lean in to his touch, “Is it wrong to be this close?”

“No but—“

“For once please,” He sounds desperate, “Fuck what they think, focus on me and you. They can all go to hell.”

“So tell me: Is it wrong to need you at every moment?”

Once again you shake your head, this time with no interruptions.

“Is it wrong to be with you? To wake up every morning knowing I’m yours—knowing I can flirt shamelessly without doubting your feelings? Knowing I can write songs about you without hiding my love. Knowing I can feed you my favorite dishes without asking: am I doing too much? Or buy you things that remind me of you because not a single day goes by without your presence in my fucked up head.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes. Everything is blurry but your gaze remains on Scara. Only him, because it has always been him.

“Am I wrong for feeling this way?” He whispers softly—so gentle that you want to apologize for trying to push him away.

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Can I really?”

“Please.”

He does.

He does like his life depends on it.

Notes:

im on vacation but nothing will stop me from writing 😃

sorry for grammatical errors or spelling mistakes

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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[slytherinhpstories]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Warnings- Enemies to Lovers, Jealous!Theodore, Hufflepuff!Reader, Secret Dating, Google Translated Italian.

Pairing- Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary- For as long as Theo has known y/n they have vowed to be enemies. It was only natural given their house status and friend groups. If word ever got out that the two were romantically involved their friends would go mental. That’s why behind the mask of their undying hatred towards each other they found ways to constantly be alone. This fake act however, seemed to be getting old. The longer it went the more Y/n ceased to care. With Theo urging it to continuing she decides to give him a taste of what he will be missing out on if he let their relationship go public. Will they get caught by their friend group? Will this all come crashing down in the long run?

The eruption of voices in the great hall felt millions of miles away as all of Y/n’s focus yearned to be on one person in particular. Someone who had yet to enter the great hall and satisfy her urges to see him. The voices of Y/n’s friends seemed to be ignored until the volume in which they spoke gradually increased. That was until one in particular seemed to rip Y/n from her thoughts.

“Y/n?.. are you attending or what? You’re the only one yet to answer?” Hannah’s voice questioned staring at her dazed friend who seemed wrapped up in thought.

“Attending what?..” Y/n’s response was soft but laced with confusion earning a few giggles from the group. “The party tonight? Slytherins are hosting one in their common room and decided to invite the other houses. Are you coming with us?” She questioned making Y/n shrug. “I don’t know, the Slytherins don’t seem to fond of us.. are you sure this isn’t some set up?” Hannah just shrugs lamely to the question. “Whatever I might go.. if I can find something to wear..” y/n trails off as her eyes return to scanning the crowd of students.

“I’m going to head back to the dorm.. get me if you have any updates.” Y/n directs Hannah making her nod as she bids farewell to her friend. Y/n’s smile quickly fading as she leaves the group. It didn’t help that the first thing she saw was the very man she had been looking for talking to Daphne Greengrass. Y/n’s brows furrowed into a glare that Theo faintly caught as she exited The Great Hall.

Y/n would give everything for the two of them to be public. She knew her friends would disapprove but if they were truly her friends they would learn to accept him. Theo never seemed to grasp that reasoning as his friends were more hardheaded than Y/n’s. Seeing him with Greengrass made Y/n realize that maybe he was ashamed of her. Why be with a Hufflepuff when there are so many pureblood Slytherins girls roaming the campus. Her mind seemed to betray her as those thoughts swarmed her head. In order to find some escape she made an impromptu turn into the library to help ease the thoughts away.

“What’s with the look?..” She slowed to a stop refusing to turn to him. Not when her mind was heading in the direction it was. “I didn’t give you a look.. I’m just not feeling well Nott.” She could almost feel him cringe at the formal tone to her voice. “Don’t call me that. You don’t call me that unless we are around people.. what’s wrong?.” She finally gave in turning to Theo himself. His face showing clear signs of confusion and worry that almost made her feel bad for him.

“Time and Time again you dismiss of me. I know your reasoning but I can’t help but think there is more to it. I’m not a Pureblooded Slytherin like your friends date. I’m an outlier.. I can’t help but think you’re ashamed of me.” Theo’s eyes falter into shock as she comes clean about her thoughts. “I’m not ashamed of you.” “Then why do you hide me.? If your reasoning is that your friends don’t approve then that there tells me your ashamed by how they would see you with me. I’m done hiding Theo.. especially when I see you talking to those girls so openly not caring what anyone thinks.” His lips form a thin line as he is at a loss for words. “Exactly.. I’m attending the party tonight. If you really care about our relationship you can prove it to me there.. if not then… then this is over between us..” the ultimatum made Theos heart feel as if it was beating at unhealthy speeds. He watched her exit the library with glossy eyes making him feel even worse.

She had spent forever staring into the depths of her closet trying to find the perfect outfit for the occasion. If Theo didn’t approach her she would go to someone else. In order for that tactic to work she was in search for one dress in particular that made her confidence soar whenever she wore it. She grabs her wand waving it to where the dress would reveal itself amongst the piles of clothing. It represented her house showing that even if Theo couldn’t accept her she wasn’t going to give in and change herself.

After putting on the dress she fixed up her hair making herself completely presentable to what she believed to be perfect. All of this confidence seemed to vanish the moment she approached the opening to the Slytherin commons. Everything was silent and she couldn’t help but hate herself. Especially muttering the words that she used earlier to shame herself. “Pureblood..” it came out as a whisper but was enough to open the way into the commons. Th second she entered the silencing spell granted her permission to hear the booming music with voices hidden beneath it.

Almost immediately she made eye contact with Theo. His eyes held nothing but admiration and pain as he took in the full beauty of his girlfriend. Yet she showed no emotion when she rolled her eyes dismissively to go in search of her friends.

“Y/N!!! YOU CAME!!” Hannah cheered wrapping her arms around y/n’s neck pulling out the long awaited smile that she had been needing. “Seeing the common room filled with so many people is odd, it’s usually empty when I’m here!” Y/n points out making Hannah look confused. “You come here often? I didn’t think you knew any Slytherins like that?!” This makes Y/n’s face fall breaking her smile before it returns trying to keep up her act. “I had project with Astoria, she brought me to her dorm a couple of times!” Though it wasn’t a full lie it wasn’t what she was originally referring to.

Hannah’s smiling face turns into a scowl as she looks behind Y/n. She turns to see Theo approaching her. Her heartbeat increased as she kept an unreadable expression. “Nott. Come to bother me again eh?.. you seem to be good at shaming me, at a party is pretty low don’t you think?..” her question seemed to earn a tensing jaw from Theo as he took a breath.

“I know I’ve harmed you in the past.. I’ve come to.. apologize..” he says looking over at her friend who stood right beside Y/n protectively. “You look good..” his eyes showing every emotion possible leaving a stinging sensation in her heart.

Hannah noticed the way they both stared longingly into each others eyes almost hurtfully. “Always the charmer aren’t you Theo. A few words don’t fix everything you’ve done though. Try better I’m not someone you can try and use just because you feel bad.” Y/n walks away without letting Theo respond

“y/n wait.. shit..” he groans making Hannah look skeptical. “What do you want from her? You’re the last person to come up and try to make amends with her.” Hannah says earning a glare from Theo before an idea comes to his head. “I’m going to tell you this if you promise to help me.” He says making her look confused. “Why would I do that? You’re a horrible person.” He winces at the insult but looks at her pleading for help. “What?.. why are you looking at me like that.. fine what is it?..”

He looks around as his heart beats a million miles per hour. “Me and Y/n have been.. been um..” his chest seems to be heaving making Hannah look concerned. “I’m completely inlove with her and I’ve screwed up way too much.. I’m afraid I’m going to lose her and she wants me to prove it but I’m scared of how my friends are going to react but I care for her beyond belief.” He spits out completely shocking Hannah. “I’m lost, what?!” She asks making him look into her eyes showing how serious he is. “I’ve been dating her for about 6months.. this whole enemies thing is a lie.. now I think I’ve lost her and I need your help.”

Y/n had went up to Cedric Diggory not long after her interaction with Theo. “Why do you look so upset?” Diggory was a friend of Y/n’s despite the two being in different years. He was like a big brother to her which is exactly why she went up to him. “This guy.. I just need to get him off of my mind.. he acts like he wants me but never commits fully.. it’s driving me mad.” She admits leaving Cedric skeptical of who this could be about. “Give him an ultimatum to prove himself.” This makes her look even worse. “I have.. but I’m scared he won’t take it.”

“It’s his loss, anyone stupid enough to lose you isn’t worth your time of day let alone thoughts. He’s probably too absorbed in his thoughts to really see you for who you are.” This makes her smile letting her thoughts lift from her mind. “Plus you’re like perfect I’m sure any other guy would praise you.” This comment brings a laugh upon her lips as Cedric smiles down at her. She rests her head on his shoulder taking in a deep breath. “Thank you Cedric.. I needed that.” He gives her a soft smile.

This was until yet again a scowl formed on his face. She turns seeing Theo’s face glaring at Cedric holding everything back from punching his face. “Theo..dore Nott.. why are you following me. Let me breath you’re suffocating me with your presence please.. leave me alone!.. you’ve proven time and time again that I’m not worthy of your presence why torture me with it.” His expression softened when looking at her but quickly grew sour as Cedric placed his hands on her shoulders. “She wants you to leave so leave. No one asked you to be here.” Cedric says with a protective tone that instantly straightened Theo’s spine as he stepped forward. “Get your hands off of her.” This makes Diggory step infront of her challenging Theo’s demand. This action seemed to piss Theo off even more. “Who are you to order me around?..” he says stepping forward making Theo’s eyes show nothing but hate. Y/n started to intervene before the next words left Theo’s lips.

“Her boyfriend. Now back off.” This makes Cedric scoff. “Must be a piece of work if she’s coming to me to forget about you.” This sentence was the thing that broke Theo. His fist quickly met Cedric’s as a full out fight broke out. Mattheo and Draco quickly ran up pulling Theo off as some Hufflepuff beaters stepped in to help Cedric fight. Eventually the two got seperated but that didn’t stop their mouths. “Don’t ever fucking touch her again!!” “Learn how to make her happy and I wouldn’t have to protect her from you!!” “She’s my girlfriend not yours that’s my job!” “Then actually do it you’re not worth it if you don’t prove it!”

The party ended early as Y/n and Hannah stay behind with Mattheo, Draco, Enzo, and Blaise who were all working on calming Theo down. “Who was that even over anyway?? You went mental over some girl?” Mattheo questioned making Theo’s eyes train onto hers. Mattheo went to turn only to be pushed to the side by Y/n who approached Theo. “I’m sorry. I-”

A loud smack rang through the room as some of his friends quietly cursed. Her eyes seemed to be full of anger and sadness leaving him heartbroken. “You don’t get to do that Theo. That’s not what I meant by prove it you asshole!.. Cedric was helping me feel better because you are driving me mad with how idiotic you are!” He goes quiet looking around at his friends.

They all look surprised everything was quiet until Enzo spoke. “If that’s your girl damn..” Theo glares going to argue until Mattheo laughs. “That Hufflepuffs tougher than you bro.” All his friends seem to joke around none really bothered by the fact that the two were dating.

This only left Y/n staring at Theo who looked guilty. “See.. it was always just you..” Her voice wavered as tears threatened to spill. This makes everyone go quiet seeing the tension between the two. Hannah got them to leave the two alone in the commons to sort out whatever was happening. “Cara Mia I’m sorry.. I tried getting your friend to help me but by that time I saw Diggory and.. I lost it. I didn’t care what people thought of me I just wanted him away from you.. forgive me principessa. I’ll prove how sorry I am please..” he begged making her heart beat increase.

“You told Hannah?..” he slowly nods. “Practically begged her to help me.. after basically confessing my love over you she seemed to pity me enough to help.. I should’ve taken her advice and..” his excuse was cut short by y/n’s lips hushing him up. His hand moving up hesitating to touch the back of her head. Everything was so real she didn’t know she was crying until she pulled away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell them sooner.. they’ve been my mates since I was little I was scared of losing them.. but I think I was more scared of how they would’ve treated you I didn’t think about how I was treating you.. ti amo tanto..” she gives him a small smile before pulling him into a hug. “I love you too.. I forgive you Theo.. I think I was just scared that you didn’t really want me as much as you promised.. which thinking about it now was stupid.. I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize. That’s only for me to do.. please stay with me tonight.. I don’t want you leaving me for a second.” This makes her laugh earning a loving smile from Theo as he takes in all of her features. “I can’t believe I almost lost the prettiest girl in the world just because I was too stupid to realize everything I had.”

[xoxochb]

Hi!! It’s like my first time requesting so please prepare for the amount of times I type out ‘like’😭 I hope you have/had a good day!!

So percy is kind of like the person that everybody has had a crush on at least once, right?

Basically, percy likes the reader and let’s also say that they’re one of the most nicest people on camp but, today they’re kind of irritated because they had a bad day. To add onto it, percy tries to talk to reader but they’re like so irritated that they accidentally raise their voice at him and reader apologizes to percy. But this leaves percy kind of sad and he’s overthinking, reader—a few days after the incident—goes up to percy and apologizes, they give him like a small gift bag(??). Percy, having feelings for reader, is ecstatic/giddy because of this and is also kind of taken aback from this, he plays it off and acts all nonchalant about it but he somehow makes it so painfully obvious as well. So the whole day, he just kind of sits around and admires the reader.

But turns out that the reader also likes Percy and their siblings kind of tease them about the gift basket. The reader also admires percy whenever he’s not looking at them. (This can just be a little bonus!!)

If you need specifics, can the reader be from cabin 10/Aphrodite’s cabin (but like it’s up to you!!😭) and uhm maybe fem!reader (?)

Anyways, have a nice day!!🫶🫶

⋆·˚ ༘ * looking at you got me thinking nonsense

warnings: none

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite

summary: read the request!

you were the camp sweetheart, a pure soul. everyone admired you and your generous demeanor, but today you were in an irritated mood from being packed with camp duties along with a few personal favors

it started this morning when you had gotten up early to the screaming of your siblings (they had been rudely accusing each other of stealing their clothes), then you had to help set up a breakfast double-date, archery practice after, you didn’t have time for lunch because one of your friends needed urgent love advice, then you had offered to wash the dishes after lunch, and now it’s four in the afternoon, you haven’t had any time to relax

even now when you were supposed to be relaxing you couldn’t find your favorite lipgloss so you had to tear up the cabin to find it, which you didn’t, because that’s what your still doing after twenty minutes of searching

but soon enough your search was interrupted by your favorite son of poseidon, percy jackson

you usually would have been happy to see him but today every little thing- even the smallest thing- would add on to your irritation

“I haven’t seen you all day” he states

“yeah, well, I’ve been busy. I don’t always have time to see you, you know?” you open one of your siblings drawers, disappointed to see your lipgloss was not there

percy knows something’s up because you never talk to anyone like that- especially him “are you alright? have you eaten today? I know you’ve been busy”

“I’m fine! If you really knew that I was busy you would leave me alone” you snap

he frowns at the tone of your voice “oh… I’m sorry. I’m gonna go, we’ll talk later?”

“whatever” you mumble

percy leaves cabin ten with a sad demeanor. what had he done to anger you? he lays awake that night wondering what he did so wrong to make you- the nicest girl he knew- out of all people so frustrated with him

little does he know, you lay awake also wondering why you snapped at him. he was only trying to be nice. he was concerned for you, he cared for you more than anyone and you treated him terribly

how could you make him forgive you?

💌

for the next few days you think of how you’re going to make it up to percy, he deserved more than just a simple ‘I’m sorry’

as your skipping rocks on the water you realize what you have to do. you quickly stand up and rush to the edge of the water, where you search for as many tiny seashells as you can find and once you get back to your cabin you begin making your present

when you finish it you put it in a small box with a pink bow on top- your specialty

unfortunately for you, you were caught by silena with the box in your hand

“what’s that?” she smirks

“it’s nothing, I have to go do something, sorry” you try to rush past her but she stops you

“who’s it for?”

“nobody”

“you’re not leaving until you tell me”

you sigh knowing this information was indeed true

“It’s for percy”

she nods with a victory smile knowing she’s got what she wants

“go get him”

you thank her before rushing to cabin three, which you find him exiting

“percy!” you run over to him “can we talk?”

“of course”

“great, uhm, so first I wanted to say that I’m so sorry for the other day, I was so busy and I had nothing to eat, not even a cup of coffee! you know how I get when I don’t have coffee. but anyways I was so irritated with everything, and you came in right when I was in the middle of looking for my lipgloss and I was getting angry because I couldn’t find it and I just took anger out on you, and I swear it had nothing to do with you, I lov- you’re my best friend, I would never mean to hurt you on purpose” you ramble “I made this for you” you hand him the small box

If you were anyone else percy would’ve hated getting a present with a pink bow on top, but since it was you he could never hate it

“as much as I love you giving me a gift… why are you giving me this?”

“I felt bad about the other day, you deserve more than just an apology”

percy was trying to act chill about this but it was you! the most gorgeous girl at camp- but if you asked percy he would’ve said in the universe.

and you were standing in with him in front of his cabin giving him a gift, looking at him with a loving look!! he swore his heart was about to explode out of his chest any moment

but besides his heartbeat, his face was adorned with a bright red hue “thank you” he tries to fight a wide grin, he didn’t want to appear as a lovesick fool (although the was)

“you’re welcome” you smile and plant a kiss on his red cheek “will I see you later?”

“yes! yeah, definitely, of course” he stumbles over his words

“great! you can come to my cabin after dinner, I’ll see you then!” you kiss his other cheek before giggling and skipping your way to the dining pavilion

💌

at dinner percy couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. how could he? that can’t be possible! you looked beautiful laughing with your siblings, and the sound of your laugh oh gods, it was oxygen to him, truly.

and your smile? don’t even get him started because he’ll never finish, he could go on about your smile for eternity

your voice? as soft as a newly washed blanket, he wanted your voice injected in his veins if that was even possible, which he was sure it wasn’t, but if there was a way he would do it

and over at aphrodite cabin you snuck glances over at percy whenever you could (which was whenever your siblings weren’t looking, they would tease you forever)

however every time you looked over his eyes were already on you, then you would both look away quickly trying to pretend you never made eye contact, but you both knew you did

the same way you both knew that tonight you would’ve gave percy the kiss he had been longing for since he first saw you under the twinkling moonlight

[candycandy00]

Once Upon a Time - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 3 (Final)

Retold fairytales featuring the JJK men! First up is Cinderella starring Gojo! You met Prince Gojo as a child and fell in love, but you’re sure he doesn’t remember you. When you’re forced to take your stepsister’s place as his “pleasure” for the evening, you’ll get your reunion, but it might not be what you hoped for.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Fairytale AU. Gojo as Prince Charming. Reader as Cinderella. Rough sex. Semi-public sex. Mentions of abuse by the wicked stepmother and stepsisters.

Any and all feedback would be appreciated so much! There will probably be three parts. Dividers by @benkeibear.

You took the carriage Geto had sent for you back home. This time, you wanted to get back as quickly as possible so you could change out of the dress before your stepmother gets home. 

You stand in your bedroom, folding the beautiful garment neatly and placing the gloves and crown beside it. You write out a short note and stick it into the folds of the dress. 

“To Lord Geto, thanks for letting me wear this lovely costume. I’m sorry I got bloodstains on it. Please forgive me for the trouble I’ve caused you.”

Then you pack up your few scant belongings, including the glass slippers and a few books, into a bag and wait in the kitchen. 

Less than an hour later, your stepmother and stepsisters arrive, laughing merrily as they walk inside. When they see you, they don’t seem to notice the bag at your feet, or the serious look on your face.

“Oh, Cinderella, listen,” one of your stepsisters says. “That Prince you like so much is getting married! They announced it at the ball! And just two days after he slept with you. You really must have been forgettable!”

Both girls laugh, but you don’t respond. At this point, you don’t even care what they say.

Their mother has an amused grin on her face. “He didn’t seem too happy about it though. He went up to the throne and argued with his father right in front of everyone. How  crass! It’s nice to know even royalty have their problems.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of him confronting his father publicly. But it’s no use now. You won’t let him sacrifice the life he’s built up just to be with you. He’s clearly an excellent ruler, and the kingdom is thriving. This is all important to him.

Eventually your stepmother seems to notice that something is wrong. You’re not scurrying to help them remove their shawls and slippers, instead standing completely still in the kitchen. 

“What is it? Did you break something while we were gone? Spit it out so I can give you your lashings!”

“No, stepmother. I’m leaving,” you say. 

Her face crinkles in confusion, as if she heard your words but they sounded like gibberish to her. “What did you say?”

You pick up the bag from the floor. “I’m leaving,” you repeat. “You can keep father’s estate. I don’t care anymore. You should know that Prince Gojo will probably visit in the morning. If Lord Geto is with him, please give him the items I left folded on my bed. He knows they should be here, so I don’t recommend hiding or selling them.”

“The Prince?! Why would he come here?” she sputters. 

Ignoring the question, you walk past her and her stunned daughters, heading for the door. She reaches out and grabs your arm. “You can’t just leave!”

You jerk your arm free. “Actually, I can. I should have the day I turned eighteen, but I was waiting for someone to rescue me from this hell you created for me. I realize now that’s never going to happen. Goodbye, stepmother.”

Then you walk out the door, closing it behind you. 

No one comes after you. They’re probably hurrying to your room to see if the items you left for Lord Geto include expensive glass slippers. 

You don’t know where to go, what to do, but you know you can’t stay here with these people any longer. They’ll destroy your spirit as well as your body if you do. 

With no money, your options are extremely limited. You thought of going to the old servants’ quarters, but that was still on your father’s estate. It probably wouldn’t take your stepmother long to check there. So you head into town. Maybe you’ll find someone willing to hire you as a servant. But for tonight, you’re on your own. 

A drop of water hits the top of your head, and you look up. Not a single star visible in the night sky. If it’s this cloudy, rain should be expected. As more drops begin to fall, you find yourself thinking “why not?”. You have terrible luck, and your life is in shambles. You hold the heavy bag over your head like a shield and run the rest of the way to town. 

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

Despite the advice of, well, everyone, Gojo is in a carriage heading for Cinderella’s house. He got held up at the ball when he told his father he was not marrying Princess Yumi (who seemed somewhat relieved - she might even have someone she loves as well). An argument broke out, in front of all the guests. Something like that has never happened before, but Gojo is struggling to spare time to care. 

After much shouting, threatening, and insults, his father finally relented. Princess Yumi would go home in the morning. But Gojo’s father demanded to meet the woman who has captured his son’s heart, and made no promises about accepting her. 

It doesn’t really matter. Gojo plans to marry the girl of his dreams, regardless of his father’s approval. 

Geto sits across from him in the carriage, looking unbothered and serene as usual. 

“How long have you known where she lives?”

Gojo asks. 

“I had my suspicions when we visited two days ago, but I only confirmed it this afternoon.”

Gojo stares at his friend. “Did you know she was being abused?”

Geto shakes his head. “I guessed her stepmother didn’t treat her well, but I had no idea she was being beaten.”

Gojo’s hands are gripping his knees. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself when I’m face to face with that monstrous old woman. I need you to keep me calm.”

“I’ll certainly try,” Geto replies. 

When they finally reach Cinderella’s house, Gojo jumps down out of the carriage before it even stops rolling, hurrying to the door and pounding on it, ignoring the rain pouring down on his head. Geto comes up behind him as the door slowly creaks open. 

Standing in the doorway is that damned stepmother, looking surprised to see him. She hurries to step aside and let him in. “My Prince! Please come in out of the rain!”

Gojo storms in, his hair wet and hanging in his eyes. The woman’s daughters are standing nearby, still in their costumes from the ball. His eyes sweep over the room. “Where is she?” he demands. 

“Whoever do you mean, Your Highness?” the old woman asks. 

He rounds on her. “The girl you call Cinderella! I already know she lives here! Do not test my patience!”

The stepmother looks shocked for a moment, then says, “What has that awful girl done now? Is this about the glass shoes? I tried to make her tell me where they are, but she refused. She’s a stubborn one!”

“WHERE IS SHE?!” he roars. He can feel Geto’s presence behind him, close enough to reach out and touch him if need be. 

The two daughters flinch and shrink away. Gojo doesn’t know how involved they’ve been in the abuse, so he’s ignoring them for now. The stepmother’s bottom lip quivers as she answers: “She left, Your Highness. Less than an hour before you arrived.”

He narrows his eyes at her. “Where did she go?”

“I don’t know, Your Highness! Truly I don’t!”

Just then one of the daughters approaches Geto with a folded bundle of fabric in her arms. “She left this in her room, my Lord, with instructions to give it to you.”

Geto takes the offered items and glances at Gojo. “It’s the costume, and a note.”

“Does it say where she went?”

Geto shakes his head. “No, but I do have some ideas.”

The two of them turn to leave. The thought of his love shivering in the rain, her back covered in bloody wounds, makes Gojo sick with worry. He has to find her immediately. 

The stepmother calls out to him. “I hope you won’t hold my daughters and I responsible for that little parasite’s actions! We have nothing to do with her!”

Gojo feels something snap within him, and in seconds he has his sword drawn and pointed at the woman’s throat. “That ‘parasite’ is to be your new Princess! You will address her with the honor and respect she deserves! I will be dealing with you later.” 

The woman wilts to her knees, her two daughters too frozen in shock to even go to her side. 

Gojo hurries out and finds that Geto is not in the carriage, but walking ahead, toward an old building on the estate. He catches up with his advisor. 

“You think she’s in there?”

Geto keeps walking, seemingly paying no mind to the rain. “It’s worth looking. At one point she had the glass slippers hidden there.”

“How do you know that?”

Geto’s eyes slide over to his Prince. “I stand back and observe, Satoru. You should try it sometime.”

Gojo ignores the barb as they reach the building. It looks like an old servants’ quarters. The two of them search it top to bottom but find no hint of her presence. 

Back in the carriage, Gojo doesn’t know where to look next. He sits with his head in his hands. “You should have seen them, Suguru,” he says. “Those wounds… they need treatment!”

“And they will be treated. We’ll find her. Now, can you think of anywhere she might go? You probably know her better than anyone.”

Gojo wracks his brain, going over every conversation in his mind. She never mentioned any specific places. The only times he saw her were at the castle and the inn, and he doubts she would go to either place. The inn is somewhat expensive, and he can’t imagine her stepmother gave her any coin when she left. Still, he supposes they could check it to be sure. 

Wait… there is another place he met her, long ago. He looks up at Suguru. “I know a place to look!”

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When the rain got too hard to bear, you had to find a quick place to take cover. Standing in the town square, soaked to the bone and carrying a bag with all your possessions, you instinctively headed for the place you went to for refuge as a child.

Now you find yourself huddling under the stone steps leading to the flower shop, just trying to keep from being soaked any further. Your back hurts, the rough wet fabric of your tattered dress rubbing it in an unpleasant way. You wish you had let Satoru have his doctors bandage it. 

As you sit there shivering, cold and wet and miserable, you try to convince yourself you made the right decision. Standing in front of your stepmother in the kitchen, you’d felt certain. But now, sitting here under some stairs, you don’t feel so sure. You didn’t know it was going to rain tonight. You didn’t realize the universe would be so quick to show you how alone and helpless you are. 

Tears fill your eyes. You rub them with both hands as your body shakes with sobs. You’ll try to be strong tomorrow. But for now, you just need to cry. 

“Hey there,” a voice says, and you look up to find Prince Gojo, soaking wet but grinning at you. “Wanna run away together?”

You blink, wiping your eyes. Is this real? How did he find you? 

“…Satoru?”

He holds out his hand to you, and you numbly take it. He gently pulls you to your feet, then leads you down the street and stops under an awning. 

You look up at him, trying to decide what to say. He sighs and turns to face you. “The way I figure, we have two options,” he says. “We can live in the castle and rule as a couple, deal with all the challenges together, or we can run away to a neighboring country and live as hermits. I’ll let you choose. Either way we’ll be together.”

“Your father will never accept me. The kingdom will never accept me,” you tell him, turning your face away. “You’ll marry a true Princess, to strengthen ties with another kingdom, and-“

“The kingdom is plenty strong right now,” he says. “Our relationships with our neighbors are good. And my father may be a stubborn old goat but he’s not stupid. He knows I’m the best ruler this kingdom has ever had. He’s not going to disinherit me because of who I marry.”

He’s still holding one of your hands in his. With his free hand he touches your face and turns it to make you look at him. “I’m not saying there won’t be problems. There will be judgmental nobles complaining and court ladies gossiping. And you will be the one bearing the brunt of their dissatisfaction. But I won’t let anyone hurt you or insult you. I’ll stand beside you and make sure everyone knows you’re the woman I chose, the woman I love. And we’ll deal with any problems that arise, together.”

You feel your tears overflowing again. “I… I don’t know what to do. I’m scared, Satoru! Every time I’ve ever gotten my hopes up, they’ve been shattered!”

His face looks pained. “I’m sorry. I wish I could have been there for you earlier, to protect you from everything that hurt you. All I can do is promise that I’ll make you happy from now on.”

With a surge of emotion, you wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself into his body. Even drenched from the rain, he’s warm. 

His hands rest on your upper arms. “It’s not fair,” he whispers. “I can’t hold you tightly without hurting your wounds.” Then he suddenly pulls back. “We have to get you to a doctor!”

“I don’t think it’s that serious,” you say, though you haven’t been able to look at them properly given their location. 

“It’s exactly that serious!” he says, now pulling you toward the royal carriage parked across the street. “I’m not losing you to an infection after waiting all these years for you!”

You blush a bit at those words, but nod. “Okay. I’ll let a doctor treat me.”

“Good,” he says, “because as soon as you’re healed up, we’ll have to discuss your punishment for disobeying a royal command.”

You blink. “What command?”

He looks back at you. “I told you to never disappear on me again.”

You find yourself smiling. “I apologize, My Prince. You might have to pound some sense into me.”

A grin spreads over his face. “I’ll pound something into you alright!”

You laugh as you climb into the carriage with him. 

The next several days go by in a blur, being seen and attended to by multiple royal doctors, meeting Gojo’s father who neither accepted nor rejected you yet, and being introduced during a royal speech as the Prince’s fiancé. 

After some tense conversations, the King finally announces that he’ll officially turn rulership of the kingdom over to his son. He will be King in name only until his death, but Gojo will hold the true power of the throne. 

And finally, once you’ve healed both physically and emotionally, and are ready to face your stepfamily, Gojo summons them to the castle. 

Both you and Gojo stand on the elevated dais in the throne room. Your own throne is currently being built to your specifications, so only Gojo’s sits behind the two of you as you look down at the three kneeling figures before you. 

Gojo wastes no time getting started. “The three of you are hereby stripped of your nobility, and are to leave the estate you currently live in. Ownership shall pass to the rightful heir, my wife.”

Your stepmother looks up in shock. “Leave? But the estate belongs to me, Your Highness! My husband left it to me in his will!”

“Actually,” Gojo says, “I obtained a copy of the will and read it. You were given ownership of the estate under the condition that you take care of his daughter.”

Your stepmother glances at you, then back to the Prince. “I did take care of her, Your Highness! I kept her clothed and fed all these years!”

Gojo seems to grow tense beside you. He looks at you, as if asking if you wish to speak, but you nod for him to say what he pleases. 

He glares at the old woman. “You kept her clothed in rags while your daughters wore finery. You fed her scraps from the meals she slaved away cooking herself. You did the absolute barest minimum to keep her alive, and then profited from her labor. Worst of all, you beat her with a rod! Abuse is against the law in this kingdom!”

“My Prince, you don’t understand!” she cries desperately. “That girl is a liar! A manipulator! She has poisoned your mind!”

Gojo’s eyes flash with anger, a rage so intense that it even frightens you, his beloved. “You dare insult your Princess? You should know that the only reason the three of you still have your heads is because of my wife’s endless grace and mercy.”

All three of them look on with terrified faces, your stepsisters wisely remaining silent while your stepmother sputters indignantly. 

Then your husband turns to you. “Pass down their sentence, Your Highness.”

Three sets of wide eyes shift to you as you speak. “You are all hereby sentenced to hard labor in the work camp at the outer edge of the kingdom. Five years for my stepsisters, ten for my stepmother.”

Your stepmother hangs her head, having finally given up the fight. But your stepsisters take their turn to plead. 

“We never hit you!” one of them cries. 

“Why should we be punished?!” the other yells. 

Prince Gojo regards them coldly. “I will revoke your sentences if either one of you can tell me one kind thing you’ve ever done for your stepsister.”

The two of them look at each other, then one of them begins wailing and clutching her mother while the other glares angrily at the royal couple. Gojo signals for the guards to drag them away. 

You stand there for a moment, examining your feelings. To your surprise, you don’t feel anything for the women. Your heart is so full of love and joy that you no longer have room for hate or anger. But Gojo had insisted on punishing the people who hurt you. He stands beside you and takes your hand in his, raising it to his mouth to kiss it, and you feel only happiness. 

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Gojo is tired and irritated. The ceremony to officially transfer power to him took several boring hours, and he was forced to wear the traditional Robes of the Ruler for the duration. They look ridiculous on him, he thinks, but certain traditions must be upheld. 

He stands in the empty throne room, behind his official throne, leaning over the back of it. The only other person in the room is his fiancé, who looks lovely as usual in her shimmering gown. She’s even wearing the glass slippers in celebration. 

The royal wedding is two weeks away, and the ballroom is already crawling with decorators and cooks and musicians, all planning things out. 

“Ugh, I can’t wait to take off these stupid robes,” he says. 

“I think you look good in them,” she says, stepping closer and rubbing his back. She really is a treasure. 

“I do?” he asks playfully. “Then maybe I’ll start wearing them to bed.”

She laughs. “I’m not sure how comfortable they would be, but do as you please.”

He turns to face her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “These stuffy old robes getting you excited?” he jokes, then his eyes slide over to the throne. He lowers his voice and leans in close. “Wanna fuck on my throne?”

She blushes, but smiles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Gojo takes a moment to summon a guard and tell him no one is allowed into the throne room, then tells him to wait outside and guard the door. His Princess looks embarrassed. “He knows what we’re doing.”

“Who cares? We’re in love. We’re supposed to be fucking each other’s brains out at every opportunity,” he tells her. 

Gojo helps her remove the heavy dress, leaving her in the thin, nearly sheer slip. She starts to step out of the glass shoes, but he grins and says, “Leave them on.”

She raises her eyebrows, but doesn’t question the request. She’s growing accustomed to his perversions. When he sits down on the throne and tries to pull her into his lap, she draws back, refusing with a mischievous smile. Then she lowers herself to her knees before the throne and lifts up his robes from the bottom, crawling under them. 

He feels his heartbeat quicken as she disappears beneath the fabric, only the shiny glass slippers sticking out. He feels her tugging at the thin pants he’s wearing, pulling them down enough to free his cock. Feeling but not seeing her actions is more thrilling than he expected as her soft hands stroke him. They move expertly from tip to base, then slip beneath to lightly squeeze his balls. He holds back a groan, his breaths nearly stopping when he feels her warm mouth encircle him. Her tongue teases his tip, her lips pursing around his shaft. 

“Ah, fuck, you’re amazing,” he says, his hands gripping the arm rests of his throne as she moves her head forward, practically swallowing him. He wishes he could see her face. There’s nothing hotter than looking into his beloved’s eyes as she sucks him off, but not seeing is making the physical sensations stronger. He squirms a bit in the chair, getting close to release faster than he’d like. 

Then, suddenly, the door opens. “Shit fuck!” Gojo mutters, looking up sharply and wondering who the hell the guard let in. 

Suguru strides into the throne room, smiling faintly. “The guard was acting strangely,” he’s saying as he approaches. “He didn’t want to let me in.”

Gojo feels his face getting red, feels his fiancé go still between his thighs. The poor thing, she’s probably mortified! 

“Uh, what do you need, Suguru?”

His advisor is looking at some documents in his hands. “I thought we could discuss the budget for the wedding. The decorators are asking for more funds.”

Gojo feels her mouth wrap around him again, and he chokes back a gasp. What is she doing?! Her tongue circles him, her hands squeezing, and he has to fight to keep from cumming while his friend is five feet away. 

“Any chance we could do that later?” he asks, his voice nearly breaking. 

Suguru looks up from the documents, his eyes sliding downward. He clearly notices the human-shaped lump beneath Gojo’s robes, and the glass slippers sticking out. The guy doesn’t even blush. He simply clears his throat and says, “I apologize. I didn’t realize you were indisposed. We’ll discuss this at a more convenient time.”

Then, Suguru swiftly walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

Gojo sighs in relief, but he’s jolted back to attention when he feels her throat tighten around him. Then she’s bobbing her head, fucking him with her sweet mouth, and it only takes a few more minutes for him to cum. 

He pulls the robes up and looks down at the love of his life. She’s licking her lips, then opens her mouth to show him the pool of sticky cum inside, nestled in the dip of her tongue. Fuck, he loves cumming in her mouth, loves watching her savor it so carefully. After she finally swallows it, she gets to her feet and stands there in her flimsy slip, looking as if she’s just begging to be ravished. 

“I can’t believe you kept going when Suguru came in,” he says. 

“There was no hiding at that point,” she tells him. “I thought it might be fun to hear how you would react.”

Her takes her arm and jerks her into his lap. “You little minx! You’re going to ruin me!”

She giggles as his hands move under her slip, one squeezing her soft breasts while the other slides down between her legs. She’s already so wet, her inner thighs slippery. Feeling her arousal is making him hard again. 

His fingers part her slick folds and find her clit, rubbing it gently at first to get her worked up. He loves how sensitive she is, how strongly she reacts to anything he does to the cute little nub. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her face to his collar bone and whimpering as his fingers move more aggressively. When he gives her a pinch, she whines and jerks, gasping for breath as he applies more pressure. 

He pinches a nipple at the same time, making her cry out. Then he lowers his voice and says, “Ride my cock, Princess. That’s a royal command.”

She’s shaking as she shifts in his lap, trying to get into a better position. “Y-yes, Your Highness.”

This is the only time he doesn’t mind her calling him that, when they’re in moments like these. 

She starts to carefully pull the slip up, but he suddenly jerks it over her head and tosses it aside, leaving her completely bare aside from the slippers. He’s learned by now that she gets turned on when he’s a little rough with her, a little domineering.

When she starts to ease herself down into his cock, he puts his hands on her hips and pulls her all the way down, making her hiss as she stretches around him. Then, she begins moving, and he feels like he’s reached heaven. 

She’s clenching so tight, her trembling hands on his shoulders, soft moans spilling from her lips, and he feels like he could die happy in this moment. 

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

You don’t know how long you ride your fiancé’s cock, tossing your head back, feeling every inch of him inside you. It feels like forever, but only a moment at the same time. You can’t get enough of him. 

Suddenly he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close. “I love you so much,” he whispers in your ear. 

Your hand flies to his hair, your fingers entwining with the silky white strands. “I love you too, Satoru!”

There on his royal throne, he pushes further up into you and releases his seed, holding you in place until he’s empty. You gladly accept it, ready to bear his royal heir. 

You stay there for a long while, locked in his arms. You hear his voice, quiet and soft, say, “I’m still afraid you’ll disappear again.”

You kiss the side of his face. “Never. Besides, there’s a red string of fate binding us together, right?”

He looks up at you and smiles, the same radiant smile he wore as a child. You smile back, realizing that you would now live happily ever after. 

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Stood Up - Nico Hischier

a/n: i had this idea for jack drury originally, but decided to write it for nico instead :) soft nico is always a great idea, plus i need to write more for him! also this is a best friend!nico scenario, there's no romance involved with him and the reader, but it's lightly implied at one point :)

summary: you ask nico to pick you up from a date gone bad

word count: ~2.9k

You weren’t sure how long you were sitting on the hard, wooden bench, but by now, every single part of your body was numb from the rain, so the numbness of your ass was the least of your worries. The fact that your date had not yet arrived was your biggest one.

You did know that you agreed to meet near the restaurant just to your left at around six, and the rain had started about half an hour later, and the last time you checked, it was over an hour since you even texted him that you were waiting for him.

No response was sent back, just silence on his end. That is part of the reason you are unable to move from your spot, your heart shattering in your chest at the realization of what was happening.

The rain had picked up again, slamming against the concrete and dousing you for a second time, though it didn’t matter much since you were already soaked to the bone, swimming in your shoes, all of the contents of your bag ruined at this point. 

Thankfully, though, only ten minutes later did it slow down to a calm drizzle, allowing what has already fallen to seep into the soil of the earth. It also gave you a chance to pull your phone out and check it, though there was no reason to, you still had no response from him at all.

He did read the messages, twelve minutes ago. But chose not to say a word. In that moment, all the thoughts of maybe he was stuck in traffic somewhere due to an accident, maybe he got into an accident, maybe he was helping a family member last minute with something, left your mind.

He had stood you up.

When just yesterday, after finalizing the details, said how excited he was to see you again. This would have been your third date, but now, here you sat, soaking wet, wondering what went wrong in the past twenty-four hours.

Staring at your phone in disbelief, you were unsure of what to do. It was like your mind was frozen, all thoughts had escaped with every minute that passed as you sat on that bench alone, people walking by, giving you slightly pathetic looks, wondering who in their right mind would just sit there in the pouring rain.

You couldn’t drive home since your roommate dropped you off before she went out with some friends. Your family was out of town for a work trip for your dad, so you couldn’t ask one of them. There was one person left that you could trust, and you weren’t even sure he was awake, or if he had company or not.

Clicking on his name, you press the call button and hold your phone up to your ear. It rings a few times before he picks up.

“Hello?”

“Nico?” You let out a soft sigh of relief, hearing his sweet, tired voice.

“Yeah, what’s up? Are you alright?”

“Not exactly,” you choke on your words, your hands beginning to shake ever so slightly. “Could you do me a huge favor? If you aren’t busy, that is?”

“Of course, whatever it is you need.” You take a moment to respond, a shiver running through your body.

“Could you come pick me up from Delilah’s?” Your teeth tug at your bottom lip nervously. He was your last hope, otherwise you’d have to call a friend of your brother’s.

Which, technically Nico is, but you two struck up a friendship outside of that and got to know each other really well. Because of that, he has always been a close confidant to you, someone you could rant to with no judgement, and could trust with anything. That’s one of the reasons you knew calling him with this, he wouldn’t get angry or judgmental.

“Sure, sure. What’s uh, what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here, just please hurry?” Nico could sense the heartbreak and urgency in your voice, and it tugged at his heart.

“Alright, hey, listen to me, everything’s going to be okay, yeah? I’ll be there soon, you’re not too far away. Send me your location and I’ll try to get there as quick as I can without breaking any laws.” You chuckle a little and nod, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, attempting to keep your tears at bay.

“No problem, sweets. Just sit tight, okay?”

Upon hanging up, you send him your location over text and lock your phone, staring out at the roads to wait for him. The temperature had dropped significantly, and with the rain finally stopping for the time being, chills were running up and down your spine, and soon, shivers overtook your body as the wind picked up, brushing against your wet skin.

You tried to warm yourself up as much as you could with your hands, but it was no use. Your waterlogged clothing was adding to the problem, and you couldn’t wait to be out of them and in some warm pajamas.

Not even fifteen minutes later, Nico’s familiar car comes to a screeching stop just a few feet in front of you, and he jumps out of the car, leaving it running.

“Oh my gosh, look at you,” he sighs heavily upon seeing the current state you’re in. His hands pull you to stand up, bringing you right into his chest. The warmth of his arms around you is enough to ease your shiver just a little. “You poor thing. You’re soaked.”

You don’t say a word, just curling into his body for comfort.

“Let’s get you home,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of dripping hair behind your ear that was stuck to your forehead.

He helps you into the passenger seat and shuts your door, racing around the front to get back into the driver’s seat. He clicks the heat up a couple notches and shakes his head, knowing that you need to get out of those clothes soon.

“Actually, can you…um, could I stay at your place? If you don’t have company?” You speak up after he was driving for a few minutes. You were currently stuck at a red light, thinking about what you were going to do for the rest of the night, and the thought of being alone had crept up, the thought alone scaring you.

“Yeah, sure,” Nico agrees immediately, not second guessing his answer. He knew you all too well, if you wanted to tell him about what happened, you would, and he didn’t want to rush or question anything if you weren’t ready. But you asking to stay with him, he figured it was something serious, and there was no way he was going to deny you.

Just as you arrive at Nico’s place, another storm cell was beginning to drop more rain onto the city, and Nico rushes you in quick, before the downfall gets you anymore than it already has tonight.

“I’ll get you a shirt and sweats for you,” he says as soon as the door closes behind him. “Feel free to take a shower or a bath, I can get you a towel. And just leave your clothes in the bath once you’re done, I’ll wash them for you in the morning.” You grin fondly at Nico, his voice quiet and careful as he speaks to you. 

While you take a quick hot shower, Nico heats up some leftover pizza he had from dinner last night for you, leaving it sit in the microwave until you were ready. He also throws a bunch of blankets on the couch to warm you up even more, if you are to need it.

After he’s gotten everything prepared, he takes a seat on the couch and waits for you, queuing up one of your favorite movies he knows you like to watch whenever you are feeling down. While he waits, he checks his phone, scrolling through different apps, messaging friends back, liking some posts on Instagram.

A little while later, he hears the bathroom door click open and quiet footsteps travel down the hall. Locking his phone and turning his head, he finds you dressed in a Devils pullover of his, one he doesn’t wear as often anymore, and a pair of plain black sweatpants.

A small smile tugs at his lips, you slowly making you way over to him. You plop on the couch next to him and for a moment, he is beyond distracted that he forgets everything he had for you.

“Oh!” He shoots up, darting to the kitchen before returning with the plate and a bottle of water. “I have some leftover pizza for you, just in case you didn’t eat,” he tells you, handing you the plate with a couple slices on it.

“Thanks. Yeah, I didn’t have dinner, so I’m starving.” Nico nods and now he feels like it’s the right time to ask, but he still fears coming on too strong.

“Would you…be okay with telling me all that happened?” He finally gets his words out when you finish your food, gazing over at you with a sympathetic look in his brown eyes.

Setting your empty plate on the coffee table, you take a deep breath and look down at your hands, embarrassment filling your body once more. Nico waits for you to feel comfortable and safe enough to share, not pushing you to talk more than he has with asking you.

“I was stood up,” you say just below a whisper. Nico frowns at the thought, hating that you were dealing with this sort of pain. “He just completely ghosted me. Didn’t say he no longer wanted to see me, didn’t even have the audacity to lie and say he got caught up with something. He left me sit there for an hour before he even read my messages.”

“How long were you sitting out there? Before you asked me to come get you?” He was concerned for you, being out in the cold for that long definitely wasn’t the healthiest, even if it wasn’t freezing cold, being wet in a dropping temperature was never good.

“Like an hour and a half, I think. I barely remember now,” you swipe your hair out of your face and shrug. “I got there a little before six. The rain started around six thirty, I’m pretty sure. So I was only in the rain for…probably forty-five minutes.”

Nico can’t help but scoff at the amount of time that your date had left you sit alone with no word on his whereabouts.

“Only forty-five minutes,” he shakes his head in disbelief, his hand coming up to tug his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger in a thoughtful manner. “This guy is a real fucking asshole for ghosting you.”

Tears well in your eyes the second he says this, feeling beyond humiliated that you sat out there for so long, waiting for someone that didn’t care for you all that much.

“I thought he liked me,” you choke out. Nico’s heart breaks in an instant, he scoots closer to you to bring you to his chest, comforting you by rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly.

“Hey, hey, shh, this is not your fault. He’s the one who couldn’t act like an adult and communicate that he didn’t want to see you anymore. I know it hurts, but think about it this way: it’s good that you were able to see his true character early on instead of later on, had you guys gone further with your relationship.”

You find yourself nodding at his words, your head pressed against his shoulder. He holds you tight, not wanting to let you go anytime soon; he knew exactly what you needed and he wasn’t going to deprive you of that.

“Why did you stay out there waiting for him?” He asks, not knowing if he worded it correctly and hoping that you didn’t assume he was shaming you for staying as long as you did.

“I tried giving him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he was stuck in traffic due to an accident, or if he had gotten in one. But as time passed, the chances got slimmer and slimmer the longer he didn’t show, and as much as I didn’t want to lose hope, it was keeping me from the realization and hurt.”

Nico nods along, allowing you to talk for as long as you need to, not wanting to interrupt until he knows you are finished with whatever is on your mind. 

“I wanted to think the best of him. It’s why I stayed. Maybe some sliver of hope that his phone died and he was really on his way. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed in the rain for that long, but at some point, it became hard to move,” your voice comes out softer than before, emotions filling it, hurting Nico’s heart even more.

“I was embarrassed by the time I called you. I knew whoever came to pick me up would judge me and shame me for allowing a man to treat me like this, but…I really liked him.”

Your tears finally burst through the dam that was holding them back, sobs wracking your body. Nico hadn’t let you go, but now that you were crying, he held onto you tighter, shifting into a more comfortable position while doing so. He lays with you against his chest, his arms circling around your waist and back.

He held you like his life depended on it. He even pressed a few gentle kisses to your hair, also whispering that everything will be okay, that things will get better. Nico also felt a few tears sting his own eyes at the painful cries that were escaping your parted lips.

As you cry, he traces his finger up and down your spine, over your pullover, knowing that it always eased your mind when he did.

“Hey, I want you to look at me,” Nico whispers to you once your sobs subsided and your tears paused for a moment. Raising your head from his shoulder, you sniffle and gaze up into his desolate eyes. His hand rises to wipe your tear-stained cheeks, a small grumble bubbling in his throat.

“You are a wonderful, wonderful person. Any guy would be incredibly lucky to even go one one date with you. This guy that stood you up is a cowardly loser who doesn’t know an amazing person when he has one. He couldn’t even give you a reason because he knew he didn’t have one. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially you, sweets. Alright? So don’t let this coward ruin your beautiful self. I can’t imagine you losing your shine because of someone like him.”

Nico’s words hit your heart deep, and inside your chest, you feel a slight ache, but it’s a good ache. Like slowly, just with his affirmations, a couple pieces of your heart were stuck back together, like a mosaic being constructed of broken fine china.

“I won’t,” you whisper, silently promising him that you’d tough this out and not harp on it too much. But he was right. This guy didn’t deserve your attention anymore, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve your tears.

After talking for a little bit more, Nico decides to make you some hot chocolate, as he could tell you were still a little cold from being so drenched, even though you had taken a hot shower and were dressed very snugly.

With your two mugs, Nico brings you to his bedroom and you two sit in his bed, drinking your Swiss hot chocolate that he brought over from home, chatting quietly.

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” you murmur, curling up into his chest again once your drinks were finished. Nico sets the empty mugs on his bedside table, far too tired to get up and take them to the kitchen for now.

“Anytime. I’m sorry that your night turned out to be so shitty, but I’m always here for you, you know that?” He kisses your forehead as you snuggle as close to him as you could get, your legs tangling together.

This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for the two of you, you always cuddled like this whenever either of you are upset. But for some reason, this feels different for Nico. He feels far more protective of you, upset that you went through this to begin with. He hated that some man didn’t think of your own feelings and broke you down with his child-like behavior, betraying your trust you instilled in him over the first couple dates.

He never wanted you to feel this type of pain ever again, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it, except for one thing. But that was for another time. Right now, all he needed to do was hold you, comfort you, maybe take you out on a little friendly date tomorrow to try and cheer you up.

“I appreciate it, Nico. It means the world to me.” Nico grins at your words and closes his eyes, resting his cheek against your head. Everything felt perfect to him, but he knew you’d need time to heal from this upsetting event, and he was going to be by your side through it all, just like he promised.

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[enhaas]

HEAL MY HEART 012. fast pace wc 539 written in third person. not proofread.

the moment yn saw that text message, her heart started racing. wonbin, park wonbin, wanted to talk in real life? at his own house? yn didn’t know what to feel. it’s not like she had a bad feeling about it, but at the same time she didn’t have a “good” feeling about it either. i mean, maybe she’s just overthinking it, but why would wonbin suddenly want to talk in real life? he couldn’t even find a simple cafe to sit at?

a few minutes have passed and it didn’t take yn that long to realize it also. she rushed out of bed as soon as she saw the address wonbin sent her. she rummaged through her closet, slipping on a random hoodie and taking out a pair of socks.

“i’m just overthinking. we’re only gonna talk. nothing will happen other than getting to know each other. calm down yn.” she mumbled to herself as she slipped on her favorite pair of shoes.

she checked the address once again before heading out the door.

“hey, he doesn’t live that far away from me…just a couple blocks away.” yn could only sigh as she walked down her neighborhood.

on the other hand, wonbin was busy trying to freshen up. washing his face, changing his clothes, spraying some perfume on him, he did absolutely everything to make him look presentable for when yn came. it wasn’t obvious, but he was mentally freaking out. his heart was also racing, but not as much as yn’s.

“she’ll be coming soon. wonbin, you can do it. don’t be a fool, this is what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? you’ll finally get to talk to her in person.” wonbin spoke to himself in the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair and small touches of his clothes.

just like yn, he as well, could only sigh.

it only took about 10 more minutes until wonbin heard his doorbell ring. his eyes widened as he did a few last finishing touches to himself before rushing out of the bathroom and heading down the stairs. he faced the door and breathed in and out before opening it.

yn was on the other side and couldn’t help but stare at the other.

“hey..” wonbin waved, smiling nervously.

“hi…”

wonbin signaled yn to come inside and they both sat down on the couch. i guess seunghan was right, they were sitting in silence for about 2 minutes until wonbin decided to speak up first.

“so…do you want water or a snack?”

yn lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers before responding, “um..waters fine, i guess…”

the other could sense the awkwardness building up before heading towards the kitchen to grab waters.

he placed the glass of waters on the table in front of them, “are you uncomfortable, yn?”

yn shot her head up, “uh no, what made you ask that?”

wonbin just chuckled nervously, “well your body language is making it kind of obvious somethings wrong…”

“i just…” yn let out a sigh, “i just thought it was a little fast paced to invite me over…we could’ve went to a cafe or restaurant..”

the other nodded, “i guess so.”

“but don’t worry! i’ll get comfortable with my surroundings soon…”

— after a tragic breakup, yn struggled to love herself again and believed true love just wasn’t a thing. park wonbin, a popular classmate, has been secretly admiring her for so long. after finding out what yn is going through, he is desperate to see her happy again…hopefully with him.

💬 — i apologize if there’s any grammatical mistakes in this

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[bloodymisanthropist]

I've never seen anyone else address this, so I'm finally doing so. The ending of season 2 has always bothered me. Not because of Ciel's transformation, or Sebastian being forever in his servitude (ordinarily that would be the ideal ending, preferable to Ciel's death and Sebastian simply moving on,) but because of Ciel's demeanor and attitude. It feels extremely out of character for me.

In the final episode Ciel is very obviously smug about "outsmarting" Sebastian, silently lording his perceived victory over him. However, that wasn't Ciel's victory, or his plan. That was all Alois and Hannah. I have always felt that in actuality, Ciel would be livid. He is most likely the only human Sebastian's ever encountered who fully accepted his fate, the terms of the contract, and never tried to escape or worm his way out of it at the last moment. Remember, in the season one finale, Ciel actually seemed to be at peace for the first time we've ever seen him. He was content with Sebastian taking his soul. And he would have done so with no resistance on Ciel's part, had Claude not intervened.

Ciel had once had a very clear vision of his future, of what he had planned, agreed to. I think he would he angry, panicked at having the proverbial rug pulled out from under him. He did not consent to being granted immortality (ordinarily, I think Ciel would find the very concept of immortality rather dreadful, a prison. He would not find it remotely worth it unless he had someone or something that made it worth living. Forever is an incomprehensibly long time.) He had made peace with his fate, dying an early death, and I believe part of him would have even found comfort in it. Once his revenge was realized, as far as he knew Ciel would have nothing to live for. He never would have been content in a one-sided farce of a marriage with Lizzy, playing domestic, living a dull, grey life and performing the role, the duties expected of him. And as far as I'm concerned, Ciel is completely unaware of the depth of Sebastian's feelings towards him. Ciel isn't even trusting of other humans, with good reason. He would find it unbelievably foolish and naive to fully trust a demon. Ironically, Sebastian is the one whom he both trusts the most and the least. Ciel, logically, wouldn't even think one like Sebastian to be capable of deeper feelings, of truly caring for another, let alone love.

As we know, Ciel is a strategist. His current life, every action, is centered around thorough planning. He is not prone to whimsy and spontaneity (although he can act spontaneously when the situation calls for it.) He finds comfort and familiarity, grounding in having a plan, being several steps ahead of those around him. Having a plan for his life's path, knowing where the journey would end, would have been vital to his sense of stability. He would absolutely not appreciate having someone interfere the way Hannah did, altering the course of his life irreversibly.

I also believe Ciel would be indignant on Sebastian's behalf. Ciel would *want* to reward Sebastian for his loyalty, for being his sole confidant, for saving him and affording him a second chance to pursue his revenge, being there when God had abandoned him, Sebastian going above and beyond the call of duty for *him.* He truly would honour his word, at least in that. He would be angry that Sebastian was stripped of what he had rightfully earned. Demon or no, Sebastian is the only one who has never, can never betray him, whom can know his secrets, the depths of his depravity.

So, for these reasons, the ending has always rubbed me the wrong way. The only way I can retcon it in my mind in a way that would make any sort of sense is if Ciel is in fact angry and upset, afraid of a now unknown, murky future - yet due to his pride and his fear of vulnerability, of being perceived as weak, he would display a false sense of bravado, of security, acting like he had played a hand in his fate and was in control of the situation.

I'm interested in others' thoughts on this, if anyone agrees.

[catwrites9]

I saw you wanted request. You can choose either Tara or Sam. T or S break up with Reader to protect them during the Ghostface attacks but then they realize it was a mistake and not helping so they try to get R back

It’s A Bad Idea, Right?

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warning: Violence, cussing, not proof read, change of pov, a bit of angst but a happy ending, idk what else

W/N: IM BACK GUYS, I’m rn just finishing my old asks and then I’m going to work on new things and get back into writing I’m happy to be back.

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It starts off like any other day, you go to your classes, see your friends but something’s off. Tara’s acting weird the whole time, even when you try to ask her how she is or what’s wrong she just says she’s fine…. It’s now night time in New York and a perfect Thursday night for the weekly horror night. You get dressed and start heading to the apartment. But the whole time you feel like your being watched. The dread fill your stomach like it always use to. Your mom then calls you, this can’t be good.

Tara’s pov

“I just can’t let her be in danger because of me” I said to the group. Ghostface is back and I can’t let just let my girlfriend get hurt because of it.

“Tara this has to be the stupidest idea you’ve ever came up with, she’s been nothing but the best girlfriend to you and I mean she was able to protect herself against the random frat guy I mean come on be a big girl and just tell her what’s happening and give her the choice to leave”Mindy said annoyingly while trying to find a movie

“I just think it’s the best option so that she stays as far away from me” This has to be the best choice right.

“For once I think I’ll have to agree with Mindy even though I was skeptical of your girlfriend at first it’s just going to put her more in risk by leaving her alone” Sam said

“Then what after, after you break her heart you’ll just beat ghost face and go back to her like nothing” I stayed silent at Mindy’s words.

There’s a knock at the door….

Your pov

I knocked and waited for a response as Chad opened it hugging you but as you entered the apartment the air was tense. Something is wrong.

“Hey guys, what movie are we watching?” You said trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey, can I talk to you really quickly?” Tara said, her body language was off.

“Yeah” You walked towards her room with her.

She shut the door”We need to break up”

“What”

“We have to break up, I'm sorry”We both start tearing up.

“What do you mean Tara, why”

“We have to break up it’s for our own good”

“What did I do Tara, what, why why are you doing this”

“IT JUST FOR OUR OWN GOOD”She yelled at you everything getting silent the chatter in the living room stoping.”DAMN IT LISTEN IT'S FOR OUR OWN GOOD”

“why..” I said almost as a whisper, she thought for a moment while crying.

“BECAUSE I DONT LOVE YOU” she yelled. The shock of the moment as even the cars outside went silent. You broke down into tears as you rush out the house everyone having a sympathetic look as Mindy, Sam, and Anika all had the saddest looks and Chad started heading towards Tara’s room.

Tara’s pov

I stayed in my room. why did I say that. I do love her, what’s wrong with me. Chad entered to comfort me but I wasn’t having any of it. I entered the living room just wanting to find my Keyes to leave the house.

“Your not leaving Tara” Sam said while holding up my keys.

“Wtf Tara” Anika said looking back at me from the kitchen table.

“What come on guys I did my plan she’ll be save now and she can’t be hurt by me anymore.”

“Tara that was the stupidest idea even you know you’ll never have her back ever again” Anika yelled getting up from the couch.

“Tara” “Not now Sam” “No you know what I’m done with this gentle parenting thing what the fuck where you thinking I mean she was the best thing for you and even you you break it off now she’s still has a chance of getting chased by ghost face because she was already seen with you Tara”

“No…. She’ll go back home probably to see her mom”

“How do you know that Tara” Sam made the best point how do I know that ghostface will just not follow her.

“It’s a bad idea,right? Right Tara I mean she’s now alone and vonerable to ghost face” I stayed silent as everyone left.

Your pov

You couldn’t understand what you did wrong. She didn’t love me?? You went into your bed and cried. The outfit you wore to her house still on you with the memories with what happend that night forever reambered with what was suppose to be a normal movie night. You cried for what felt like house until your phone rang with a no caller id. fuck… You ansered it know who was going to be on the other line.

“Would you like to play a game it’s called Sam or Tara” The voice you dreaded the most Ghostface. You imideatly got up and ran through your door, knowing you only lived just a block from Tara.

“What do you want from me”

“To Pick Sam or Tara”

“What if I don’t”

“Then they both die, a lose lose. Come on this should be easy for your ex or Sam, such a near and dear friend of yours that knows your secret.” Your heart dropped. How does ghost face know that? You heard cry’s of them both.

“What if I give up Myself”

“It doesn't work like that”

“Think of it you leave Sam and Tara and you get me and that will then lead some people into New York and they’ll fall into your trap”

“Tempting but no” you climbed up the stairs to their house running to their door which is open.

“You have 5 seconds”

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“Times up”

Ghostface stabs Sam, while not realizing you hung up the phone they go for a stab to Tara as you tackled Ghostface. Being able to stun them and you got up and flipped the table on them. You grabbed a pocket knife from Sam and cut her hands and you go for Tara but being tacked back from Ghostface. Sam tries to uncut Tara’s hands and Ghostface punches you multiple times each blow making you more light headed. You grab a book from beside you as you smash it against their head making almost a gunshot like noise. You got up holding your head as your hearing slowly came back. You see the sisters yelling and pointing. At that moment you felt a knife through your shoulder as you looked to your left and saw the ghost face getting up. There’s two of them great.

The second Ghostface digs the knife into you, twisting it. The sharp pain subsides as the adrenaline takes over your body seeing the first ghost face going towards the sisters. You elbow the Ghostface behind you in the ribs as they hunch down in pain as you push all your strength into hitting their head on the wall next to you, knocking them out. You shoulder check the other one over the couch as the sisters help you push it over them. You run out the apartment together as you all run down the stairs into the cops.

Now in the hospital you and Sam are right next to each other, Sam being in worse condition than you, as Tara is sitting on the chair in front of you as the group is outside due to only family being able to come in.

“I’m sorry” it was all Tara said as you looked confused.”I do love you I mean fuck I love you with all my heart I’m so sorry for what I said I was just trying to protect you from this whole situation”

“Tara it’s ok I get it, I’ve done it before, I just wish you told me why so I could have explained everything I already know what was happening.”

“What do you mean” before you could get a word of my mom walks in Sydney Prescott though she isn’t your real mom she stepped in after both your parents were killed from ghost face.

“Mom, you shouldn’t be here Ghostface can get you” You said said while hugging her

“Your moms Sydney Prescott” Tara said while drawing your attention back to her.

“Yes Tara, this is why I wish you would have told me no matter what I would have been included, especially with my mom, and that’s the secret ghost face we were talking about. And yeah Sam already knew because of that whole interrogation she did to me when we first were dating.”

As time passed Sam went in to undergo surgery as it’s only you and Tara left as your mom went to stay with Sam.

“I’m so sorry I should have told you”

“It’s fine Tara really and I mean if your ok with it we can get back together, really I understand what you were thinking I’ve thought the same”

“Really”

“Yes, will you Tara carpenter be my girlfriend”

“Of course” you kissed as if nothing ever happened.

“Does this mean that we have to change our anniversary”

“I don’t know hopefully no I can’t remember dates well”

“Tara, shut up” you said while kissing her again.

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A/N Hope fully you guys liked this give me any feed back and also I’m open to requests from people from my masterlist.