#I will go on about this for awhile and you’re welcome to fight me about it

[bugscufflebi]

I’m sorry but the people who read Addie Larue and walked away saying she had no depth or no motivation or wtf ever lack basic reading comprehension skills. The book literally mentions multiple times that she is operating on pure spite. There are multiple times she wants to give in but doesn’t because there is more beauty to be seen and more ways to make Luc mad about the fact that she won’t give in. “She never does anything important.” Girl is literally fighting the ocean alone. No one can remember her, but she still wakes up and gives her heart to people who see her as a stranger. Over 300 years and she doesn’t stop trying to experience love and happiness. God, you must be so miserable and end result motivated to not see how good this character is.

[peachsukii]

— emergency contact

it’s been two years since you’ve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.

✮ content. late 20s. ex-boyfriend bakugo, hospitalization, sappy confessions & second chances. distance makes the heart grow fonder kind of deal.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⎯ that was the only thing you remember from the last…four hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.

Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?

“Doctor, she’s waking up,” you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. “Hi hon, you’re in the hospital. We’re taking you to your room now, hang tight.”

All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.

When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.

"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."

"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"

"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."

The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⎯ your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."

You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"

His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."

What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?

"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."

He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.

"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."

Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.

"But why did you answer their call, Baku⎯" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"

"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."

You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.

"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⎯ soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."

"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."

"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."

Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.

Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."

You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."

He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."

Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.

happy softie sunday!! I know it's been awhile since I've written one. hope you don't mind some baku-sap :)

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[squiddy-god]

praise obanai

Re-upload from terminated blog squid-god-supreme this is smut lol

CW : praise kink, he deserves happiness (probably) bad smut-

It was a miracle in and of itself that you two had gotten together in the first place. In obanai’s he was trash, the scum of the earth and unfit to be with you. Of course this wasn’t true and it took you a very long time to convince him he wasn’t garbage and that yes, you did love him and want to be with him. That was two years ago however and things were much, much smother now.

It had been awhile since he had seen you, you weren’t a pillar so it could be quite hard to see you at times but he was going to be home tonight . He was happy to be home and able to hold you. It may not have seemed like it but obanai was very affectionate behind closed doors and he intended to spend the rest of the night with your arms around him.

He walked through the doors of your shared home and smiled under the bandages on his face. You were so cute sitting in your home waiting for him to get home after so long. Yet as he looked at you he felt something else well inside him. Shakeing it off he walked over to you and took his seat right next to you, wrapping an arm around you he pulled you close into his chest. “Welcome back iguro, I assume your missions went well? ” You said kissing his cheek. “Hmm yes they went well, I’m just glad I’m finally with you again” His brows furrow probably thinking about the demons. You smiled leaning further into him “of course they went well! After all you are a pillar! Such a strong demon slayer” You giggled smiling at him.

There was that feeling again except this time it was stronger. It was slowly pushing its way to the forefront of his mind. You were so beautiful and the way you called him strong, he liked that maybe a little more then he should have. His mind was quickly beginning to wander dispite his attempts to push those thoughts away. “I hope the newer recruits didn’t anoy you to much”

“They always do, they can’t seem to do anything right. Pathetic all of them” He let out a long sigh ranting about his week. You sat and listened as he ran through the basics of what went on and what had frustrated him. You almost felt bad for the younger demon slayer recruits, obanais expectations were almost impossible to reach, but such high standards were needed when you were fighting against demons. “Ahh, well at least you know what your doing iguro, you arnt a pillar for nothing after all. ” He was confused, why did his mind wander to such dirty things when you gave him praise like that? His mind continues to wander, at this point he wasn’t even trying to push down the thoughts that invaded his mind. He had really missed you huh?

How nice it would be to have you pined under him makeing all of those beautiful faces only he could see. He felt the tint in his pants grow the longer you both sat in silence. “Hey iguro-” He pounced on you the moment his name left your mouth . His arms trapped you beneath him as he hovered over you. “W-wow, guess you had the same idea as me~ I missed you a lot iguro” Your hands came up to his face and cuped his cheeks, slowly removeing the wraps that covered his lower face reveling the scars that ran from the corners of his mouth to his ears. You smiled and kissed him deeply “you’re so handsome iguro” You said traceing the scars on his face. He kissed you passionately as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss further. His tounge ran along the bottom of your lip asking for entrance. You playfully denied, he could feel the smirk on your face, his brows furore as he pressed his clothed erection against your ass makeing you gasp. His tounge slipped into your mouth, swirling around your wet muscle and claiming every inch of you as his. You moaned into the kiss and he pulled away slightly.

He began striping off his pinstripe haori and the shirt of his demon slayer uniform. You also quickly stripped yourself of your top half of clothes before being once again pined down by obanai. Your face got red at the sight of his toned arms and defined chest. He wasted no time striping off the rest of your clothes before unbuckleing his belt and striping his pants. Once again he hovered over you, Heterochromatic eyes scanning over your body before one of his hands traced along your body down to your sensitive folds. His rough fingers traced along your sensitive clit as you moaned at the sensation. Two if his fingers thrust inside you causeing you to moan out his name.

He continued his actions, enjoying the way his name fell from your lips as you face contorted in pleasure. “A-ahh iguro! S-so good mahh!” He felt his cock twitch at your words, he leaned down closer to your ear and picked up speed with his fingers. “Go on, tell me how good my fingers feel inside you y/n -scream how good I make you feel” His voice was low and hot against you ear, you moaned out before Settling your breath enough to speak again “i-iguro! You feel so good inside me! You make me feel so good! Only you can make me feel so good! ” You were becoming a mess as the knot in your stomach tightened. The knot in your stomach snaped as your orgasm hit you. He felt you tighten around his fingers before they were soaked in your juices, removeing his fingers from your dripping cunt he smeared the fluid on his fingers over his erect cock leting it mix with the pre cum dripping from his tip and acting as a makeshift lube. He positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in, groaning at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his cock before pulling out and slamming into you again. The sounds of slapping skin and your wonton moans filled his ears and he continued to thrust into you, he let out low groans and pants as his length rubbed against your slick walls. Your nails left scratches as you gripped onto his back with every buck of his hips. “Naaahhh iguro! Y-you make me feel so good! You stuff me up so full igu-” You were cut off by the increase in speed makeing you moan out loudly. He was going faster now, the rhythm of his thrust becomeing slightly more feral and rough as your words of praise filled his head.

Your whole body felt as he thrust into you, the pressure in your stomach slowly building as his hands gripped your waist lifting you up slightly so he could hit deeper inside you. Your vision was filled with stars as he continued to pound into your spongy g-spot. His mouth met the junction between your neck and shoulder as he begun to leave dark purpleish red marks across your skin, sucking and nipping at it in order to mark you as his and his alone.

The pressure in his stomach was building more and more as he felt his dick twitch inside you. You were so tight and warm around him it was driving him crazy. His thrusts held the same brutal pace as before but now started to become uneven. The pressure in your stomach finally reached a boiling point, hot pleasure rushing through your body as you creamed around his dick. Your pussy was spazaming while your orgasm washed over you. With a few more thrust into your spazaming core obanai was over the edge, his stomach tightened, muscles contracting as his seed was spilled into you.

Letting you catch your breath he pulled out of you and picked you up in his arms. He took you into your shared bedroom and layed you down on top of him so that he could hold you. “I love you y/n, in this life and in the next. ”

“I love you to, obanai iguro, and I always will”

[blueicequeen19]

Reunited

Warnings: none? JJ released from jail, unprotected sexy time, oral

You wanted to be the one to pick him up when he was released but John B insisted. So you’d spent the last few hours cleaning things that didn’t need cleaned, rearranging the living room, and cooking up everything in the fridge. You even changed your outfit four times before you finally realized it wouldn’t be on you long enough for him to notice.

You’d stopped in your tracks the moment you heard the door open, the two of you frozen in place as you looked each other over. He still looked so fucking good. The red cut off that showed his sculpted arms. The jeans that hung low on his waist. The shark tooth necklace around his neck.

JJ was home.

You were across the room and jumped into his arms a moment later, barely letting him completely inside before you engulfed him.

“Baby.” You melt in his warm embrace from the raw emotion in his voice, his face buried in your neck as he holds you tight. So tightly that you can feel the racing of his heart.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You fight off the tears again as you take a second to just breathe him in. He smelled the same but different. He’d put on more muscle and his hair was a little longer. The tang of weed was gone from his clothes but he still smelled like mint and leather.

“I missed you too. More than you know. So fucking much.” You pulled back to look at him, cupping his face gently. He looked.. tired. Defeated. His eyes weren’t sparkling with mischief like they usually did and his mouth wasn’t tipped up in a knowing smirk.

“I love you, JJ Maybank.” You felt like reassurance was what he needed right now and he smiled in return, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. The moment your lips met it became anything but gentle. Fire coursed through your veins almost immediately. A throaty groan left his lips and your back was suddenly against the wall, his duffle dropped on the floor so his hands could trace your curves.

Every worry you’d had was replaced with white, hot desire that burned all the way down to your toes. Your sundress was ripped over your head between kisses before you found yourself somehow flat on the kitchen table.

“We have family dinner tonight to welcome you home.” You rasp as he kisses every square inch of your body as he slowly peels your panties off.

“This is what I want to eat.” JJ groans, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he settles in between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue has your body bowing off the table. It had been too long. There’s nothing sweet and savoring about his movements. Your hands quickly find his hair as he threatens to steal your soul through your pussy.

“JJ, please, baby, please. I need you.” You beg, his head squeezed between your thighs.

“I’m right here.” JJ mumbles around the flesh of your leg, leaving marks as he goes.

“JJ—.”

“I’m gonna fuck you in every position I can think of.” You gasp as he shoves your legs open and stands to his full height. It’s impossible not to watch as he peels his shirt off, revealing defined abs and a meatier chest. A total wet dream.

“You’re not leaving my bed until I’m done.” You hear the thud of his boots then his shorts are gone next. His cock is rock hard and weeping as it juts up towards his navel. Your insides pulsed, ready to him inside you.

“You’re going to beg and cry and scream for me, baby.” He leans over you, kissing you deeply as his cock nudges your inner thigh. You suck on his tongue, raking your nails down his back as you taste yourself. Only when you’re trembling and reaching for what you desperately want does he finally pull back. That spark is back in his eyes as he slides his cock up and down your slit, his smirk on full display.

“So cancel the dinner. Because we’re gonna be here awhile.” You open your mouth to protest but he’s inside you with the next breath, his cock touching so deep that your eyes nearly cross. The loud moan that escapes him is music to your ears as he wastes no time rutting into you.

“JJ!” You cry, continuing to chant his name as he fucks you like a man who just went six months without you. There’s no love making. No sweet words or gentle caressing. Just pure need. His hands are rough on your body, pinching and slapping at your breasts as they bounce with every harsh thrust.

“Do you know how many times I jerked off thinking about this pussy?” JJ growls, but you barely hear him over his heavy breathing and the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you.

“How badly I missed the way you squeeze me right before you cum? Or that little sound you make when it’s too much for ya?” His mouth finds your nipples as the band inside your belly threatens to snap.

“The way you like to be fucked like a worthless little slut while I call you a good girl.” His blue eyes find yours, his teeth around your nipple as he rolls his hips, hitting you so deep and perfectly that you can hardly think.

“Baby, please.” You sob, gripping his biceps as he straightens again. His hands have a bruising grip on your thighs as he fucks you slow and lazily.

Suddenly he’s flipping you over, your toes barely touching the floor before he’s entering you from behind. His hand wraps around your throat, pulling you against his chest. His cock was so deep. So thick.

“Oh— God—.”

“Nope. Just me, darlin’.” JJ whispers in your ear, his hips not faltering in his rough movements. You reach back to fist his hair, his lips finding yours in a wet, tongue filled kiss. His hand slides down your front, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.

“You feel so goddamn good. Better than I remember. I could live in this pussy.” JJ bites your lip before sucking it into his mouth, fingers thrumming over your slick clit. The need to cum was almost too great. Your clit was pulsing and you could barely catch your breath.

“Make me cum.” You breathed against his mouth, your hand covering his as he teased.

“But I’m not done yet. And if you scream my name then I’ll definitely cum before I’m ready.” You open your mouth to protest but he forces you down on the table, your breasts smashed against the wood as he presses down on the center of your back. He pounds into you ruthlessly, holding you in place as he pounds into you over and over. You open your mouth to scream but he’s suddenly shoving something in your mouth — your panties — as he keeps pace. You cum so hard you see stars, unable to suck in a deep breath as he slams into you harder than before.

“Fuckkkkkk.” JJ lifts one of your legs onto the table, his pace growing sloppy as he quickly finds his own release. Your body trembles, wetness dripping onto the floor as he cums with a loud groan, pumping you full of his seed until you’re weak and unable to hold yourself up anymore.

“You did so good.” You don’t open your eyes when he scoops you into his arms, no doubt heading for the bathroom to clean you up.

“My good fucking girl.” Your back meets the bed and your eyelids flutter as you try to find your bearings. You feel the sticky mess between your thighs as he starts to drip out of you but he doesn’t seem to care as he settles between your thighs.

“Wait, no, I’m so sore, babe.” You try to sit up but he’s there, pushing you back down as he trails kisses up your thighs.

“Better get used to that, pretty girl, because I’m not gonna be done for a while.” His mouth finds your clit, two thick fingers suddenly curling inside your pulsing walls until you’re crying out, trying to twist away from him.

It’s not until he rips multiple orgasms from you as tears stream down your face, tasting you from front to back that you finally realize you’re completely and utterly done for.

[she-whatshername]

Tyrrish Men Headcanons I made you vote for

Prompt: travel edition

Garrick:

When we getting to the airport: 3 hours ahead, the man is the son of aide of a duke. He is prompt

And yes, he does have a folder of everyone’s passports and flight information

He 100% owns TSA precheck/global entry

Is he holding your bags: Yes. You won’t touch a thing on your journey.

Will drop you off at check in and then go park through car so you don’t have to walk

Where are you sitting? Okay, I know he’s wealthy but are the aides of dukes aristocrats themselves or just well off people? I’m guessing you’ll do economy premium, maybe first class.

Honestly this man is a social butterfly and will just chat with the gate attendants and you’ll be bumped to first class. And yeah, he’s probably sweet talking with all the flight attendants.

Snacks and drinks: will order for you and be polite about it like “you wanted a whisky, right baby?”

He’d probably be that guy to clap when the plane lands. Idk why I just feel it lolol

Bodhi:

When we getting to the airport: maybe 2 hours before you take off.

Let’s be real, Bodhi is easy going by nature and Xaden forced him to be prompt and on top of things due to the revolution

Bodhi probably snoozes his alarm at least 4 times and takes awhile to actually get out of bed. So showing up to the airport early, meh.

Also let’s be real, you’re flying first class so you literally breeze through security and get to hang out in a lounge before take off

This man takes care of you. Literally everything is booked and you just have to show up.

Is he holding your bags: of course. Not only that, he packed all your stuff in his carry on so you could have more room to pack

Will hold your hand the entire way to the gate, on the flight, he’s got you

Where are you sitting: first class bb. Like the fancy fancy first class. You board the plane first and the attendants are like “welcome Mr. Durran.” lol

Snacks and drinks: duh. Champagne. Fancy snacks. Also he packed your favorite snacks in his bag for you.

He’s also checking in on you often, “comfortable, love? Why don’t you take a nap and I’ll wake you up when food gets here.”

An Angel this man is

Also if you’re napping he is 100% gushing to the flight crew about you.

Xaden:

Lolol

When we getting to the airport: whenever the fuck you want

You think this man is flying commercial.

Baby

You are in a car rolling up to the runway to a private jet. Crew waiting for your arrival

Is he holding your bag: nope. But neither are you. He’s got staff to take care of that.

You have the whole private jet to yourselves. You can sit wherever.

Snacks and drinks: your favorite drinks, snacks and foods are on board waiting for you. He’s got it all taken care of.

He will also ask the flight crew to take scenic routes to your destination, avoid paths where it could be bumpy, and basically treat you like the royalty you are

NSFW: Mile high club?? Skies the limit, BB.

His plane. His seats. His woman/man/partner

Also I feel like he’d be the guy to just get up and hop in the pilot seat like, “let me fly my girl to our destination”. And the flight crew is like, 👍🏽

If he had to fly commercial I think he’d be a wreck honestly lol. His trust issues would never

The Marked ones would draw straws/fight over who has to sit next to him lolol

Garrick is like “I usually handle him every day, it’s my vacation too. Bodhi, you get him on the way there and Im, you sit next to him when we go back.”

Liam:

I don’t think this man flies. He’s more of a roadtrip type.

Loves the joy of the journey with you, it’s part of the trip

And that suites you just fine

And he will absolutely drive the whole way unless you want to.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

calling at the walls of my enclosure.... I HATE school... I have so much homework but my thoughts r filled with wolf dog wrio vs puppytaru or maybe foxtaru. They fight for your attention behind ur back <3 -chubby darling anon that's going a bit insane, particularly from the fem nurse geto pannel in the jjk manga

HAIII MY FAV ANON HAIIIII!!! linking this from like two weeks ago here bc�� wolfwrio foxtaru :3 butttt… wolfwrio and puptaru is a VERY good combo bc that’s like… double dog moment… imagine urself as megumi, wrio and taru are ur demon dogs, terrible trouble makers both of them… also ignore my fiddling with the time line, taru gets more free prison time for the plot… anyways i hope ur doing well i miss u sm my dearest :(( reminder my dms r OPEN!! i have more thoughts that i think you’d like <3

wolf Wrio, as we’ve already established, is a territorial mess. when he decides something is his, it’s very difficult to get him to even let it leave his sight so when that thing is an entire other human being things only become more difficult. any meetings with him now have to come with the disclosure that you will be there regardless of what the other party has to say about that, he’s started furnishing his office with more things that you like (a big thing considering how protective he is over his spaces), and almost all of the inmates have been witness to wrio nibbling on you whenever he can. he’s a major biter, by the way, even an inch of skin has his teeth on display as he gently chomps onto you, tail swishing happily.

the little set up of you nearly never being without him was working flawlessly before a certain ginger man became the newest prisoner. suddenly, Wrios occasional bouts of irritability became more frequent and he was growling at even the quietest of sounds. you hadn’t seen him so… aggressive before so the behaviour was concerning, and given that you didn’t have such a sharp nose like him, it was impossible for you to figure out what exactly was getting on every last one of his nerves. brewing his tea yourself and making sure he got enough pats seemed to help to a degree but the moment you stopped his ears would be flat against his skull once more.

after a week of this nonsense, you peeling him off of you one afternoon to ask around and see if you could decipher what was going on. you figured there was a good chance it could be internal prison affairs or certain deadlines but upon finding all the other staff and inmates in perfect spirits with not the slightest bit of knowledge of the situation, you hung your head and prepared to scheme up a plan to visit Neuvillette and ask for his thoughts. that was until a pair of floppy orange ears came into your field view followed by a man who certainly looked like he should not have a disposition so cute; a well-built frame smattered with various scars. you briefly thought about how his appearance matched your dear Wriotheslys in a way but the man spoke up with a cheery voice, already knowing your name and introducing himself as ‘Tartaglia or Childe to most but you’re welcome to call me Ajax, cutie,’ and pulling you in for a hug rather than a handshake. it didn’t take a genius to figure out how odd of an interaction this was becoming or how dangerous the situation you’d gotten into was. alas, it would be more troublesome to ignore him and walk away so you entertained his slew of questions for awhile longer, desperately trying to avoid noticing the way he looked at you with something darker than mere curiosity.

when you finally managed to speed walk your way back to Wrios office, you were met with his nose at your throat and a prominent scowl on his face. gruffly and paired with numerous low growls, he demanded to know just why you thought it was okay to be around that harbinger for more than a second especially when he isn’t there. baffled and slightly afraid, the gears turned in your head and you realized that this is what had been bothering him; Ajax. slightly and patting his head lovingly, you assured him of your love and promised that you’d never even lay eyes on him again if that’s what he wanted, and Wrio was pleased with this. the rest of your day was spent wrapped in his arms at his desk, only escaping briefly to help Sigewenne reach a book off a shelf.

you didn’t need to know of the late night rounds the two men spent in the pankration ring, at each others throats between individual fascination with you.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

two

on the plane ride back to quantico derek stares at spencer with a smirk. spencer tries to ignore him. he had his eyes closed, relaxing. for awhile it seemed to work until he feels two sets of eyes on him.

spencer sighs before turning his attention to the culprits. both derek and emily waiting for spencer to answer whatever question they have on their minds.

“may i help you?”

“so, yn, huh?”

“what about her?” spencer frowns.

“you never told us about her.”

“um—actually i have. multiple times on many occasions.”

“no! you said you had a friend back home who was basically like family. you never told us she was so pretty. what’s the story there?”

“story?”

“yeah? is she the one that got away?”

“the friend who you’ve been secretly crushing on for years but nothings ever happened?”

“the right person, wrong time?”

“this isn’t some novel. she’s just the only person that truly understood my potential.”

“oh come on reid! you can’t tell me that you two don’t have something going on? that hug alone was enough to convince me you’re more than just friends.”

spencer simply shakes his head at what derek was suggesting. “nothing. i mean, she means more to me than a friend, sure! but she’s like—she’s like the sister i never had. yn was there when dad left, mom got sick, when i skipped a few grades, when i was bullied, when i got into college, she was there for it all! she’s the only family i have, besides my mother. nothing ever happened between us. it’s strictly platonic.”

“so you wouldn’t mind if i asked her out then?”

spencer smirks. “go right ahead, morgan. she’ll turn you down so quick it’ll hurt! you’re not her type.”

“what is her type then pretty boy?”

spencer thinks. he shrugs his shoulders before answering. “she’s more into older men. men who take control. basically men who are masculine with a sweet side that’s willing to take care of her, yet lets her live her life the way she wants. men who are tough looking but have a secret nerdy side to them.”

derek hums.

“you just described hotch.” jj states. everyone turns to their stoic boss. he’d been too busy looking at paper work to listen to the conversation his colleagues were having.

he looks up when he sees everyone staring at him. “is everything alright?”

“yeah. just chatting.”

hotch nods before getting back to his paper work.

“i—i guess i did.” spencer states.

truth is, hotch was exactly your type. spencer knew you’d go for someone like him in a heartbeat. he just didn’t know how he felt about that.

you were his family. so was hotch though. you took care of him when he was younger. always fighting off bullies and protecting him from anyone who even looked at him wrong. hotch was like his father. being the one man—other than gideon—he truly looked up to. he protected him in his adult life.

in his eyes, you two were a perfect match. two people who are protectors with dreams that their families never understood. the two of you would understand each other. maybe that made him feel some sense of peace. maybe hotch is the kind of guy you truly needed in your life. not so much romantically, but more stability.

you both loss so much. maybe it’s what you both needed. maybe he could do something about it.

“welcome back my lovelies. i got you guys some donuts and freshly made coffees in the break room. also, reid, you have a visitor. said her name was yn. she’s pretty!” penelope smirks.

spencer nods his head. he walks over to his desk and sees you sitting down. you turn his chair, playing with one of his figurines he leaves on his desk.

“i told you id meet you at your hotel.”

“got bored. but miss penelope here, who i now love, showed me her batcave! she has a kick ass office.”

“thank you, sweets!”

you nod your head. “is it okay if i steal your boy genius for the afternoon?” you asked his team.

spencer looks at hotch for an answer. “all of you go home. you can work on your paper work in the morning.” hotch nods his head before heading to his office.

“ill be right back!” spencer runs after hotch. he gently closes the door behind them. hotch gives spencer his signature frown before sitting down.

“is everything alright?”

“yes, sir! i just—yn is new here. she’s thinking of permanently living here.”

“okay?”

“she doesn’t really have anyone besides me. she’s also looking for a permanent job. i was thinking, you said that jessica being busy with your ex father in law now, she barely has time for jack. you’re looking for a new live in babysitter—”

hotch nods his head. “how good is she with kids?”

spencer smiles. “she loves them! she’s cpr certified too! this would help her so much. she’d have a place to stay and a job!”

hotch thinks for a moment. it would be nice to have someone he could trust to watch jack. he knows spencer has good character in judgement. considering spencer has known you since childhood, you’d be a perfect candidate. he wouldn’t have to rely on some stranger taking care of his child. he’s seen too many cases where parents trusted someone with their kid, only to be a sadistic psychopath.

“bring her in. i’d like to speak to her myself.”

spencer nods his head. he opens the door and motions for you to come in. you simply frown and shrug your shoulders before walking upstairs.

“is everything okay? if you have to work spence it’s totally okay. we can look for places tomorrow.”

“actually, hotch wanted to ask you a few questions. i’ll be right down there if you need anything.” spencer nods his head before leaving. you frown deepens before you sit across from spencer’s boss.

“did i do something wrong?”

“no. spencer was just telling me you were thinking of moving here permanently?”

“yeah. spencer’s the only family i really got. my parents—they’re not completely shit, but they’re not great either. i rather be close to someone who truly believes in me.”

hotch hums. “i get that. im kinda the same way. im not really close to my family neither. how do you feel about baby sitting?”

you cocked your head to the side. “baby sitting?”

“spencer tells me you’re looking for a job. im looking for a babysitter. how do you feel about babysitting?”

“oh. i love kids. always have. i use to want to be a teacher. how old is your kid?”

“jack, he’s eight. he loves to draw, play with legos, and read. he’s a huge fan of superman but he loves batman more. if you ask him though, his favorite superhero is spiderman!”

“im sure that’s not true.”

hotch frowns.

“you fight bad guys all the time. im sure you’re his favorite superhero.”

hotch gives you a small smile.

“i need a live in babysitter. since you need a job and a place to stay, why don’t you just stay with me and i’ll pay you to take care of jack?”

your eyes widened. “really?!”

“yes! it’ll be a huge relief.”

“yeah! i’d love that! thank you. thank you so much—”

“it’s aaron.”

“thank you so much, aaron! you won’t regret this.” hotch nods as you shake his hand.

outside derek looks at spencer. “what’s that about?”

“just hotch offering yn a job as his live in babysitter.” spencer states.

derek, jj, and emily smirk at one another. “you sly dog!”

spencer pretends he has no idea what they were talking about. he just shrugs his shoulders and mentally pats himself of the back.

[treviso-nights]

A Lesson in Electricity — Rookanis Oneshot (Mage!Rook x Lucanis Dellamorte)

word count: 1300 rating: T+ A/N: mage!rook and lucanis spar, despite her initial skepticism of the "mage-killer." brief, awkward, lingering flirtation and a cute ending :)

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Mage-killer.

The words bubbled up in Tria’s head as she watched Lucanis approach from his crypt behind the kitchen. At once, she released her body from the defensive posture she’d been in, turning to greet the newly recruited Crow with her staff still in hand. 

The Fade’s sky seemed to shimmer and coil as he stalked into the cobbled courtyard, with the sun–if you could call it that–beaming down upon his shoulder-length raven hair. Lucanis smiled politely when he was close enough for her to see and began tying his hair back with a leather cord produced from his trouser’s pocket.

“Good morning,” she offered, returning the smile. Tria eyed him up and down, noting the twin daggers sheathed at each hip. “It looks like we had the same idea then.”

Lucanis’ dark eyes flicked to the staff, forged of silverite and topped with a polished amethyst, in her grip. 

“Indeed.” His accent curled over the word, as smooth as honey. “Would you mind some company? It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to spar with others.” 

“Well,” he added, “Voluntarily, at least.”

Tria paused wordlessly while a tiny spear of sympathy pierced through her. “You’re more than welcome. Do you need to stretch first?”

Lucanis shook his head. “Not if we go slow in the first round.” Slowly, he unsheathed his daggers, nimble wrists smooth as water during the gesture. 

Tria eyed him; the way his calloused fingers wrapped around each hilt; how he stood loosely with each knee bent, as if preparing for her to leap at him right there and then. Instead of attacking with her staff, however, Lucanis tracked her movements while she stowed the weapon away, exchanging it for the dagger and a strange orb she pulled from the worktable nearby. 

“Ah! I’ve been meaning to ask about that,” Lucanis interjected. “I saw you use them to fight with when breaking me out of the Ossuary. May I have a look?”

After accepting the dagger from Tria, Lucanis took his time in examining the spellblade, taking particular interest in a set of runes etched into the paragon’s luster above the guard. “You know… the Venatori mages do not fight with anything other than their staff,” he murmured. “Something about the ‘purity’ of the conduit, or so I’ve heard.”

Tria scoffed at that. “Of course it is. ”

Smirking, Lucanis returned the spellblade to Tria and put a respectable amount of distance between them. “Want to show me how that works? I don’t think I’ve ever fought a mage using such unfamiliar equipment.”

Tria began stalking opposite Lucanis, head held high as she flicked a hand, activating the orb. Immediately, a cloud of violet lightning encircled the metal. Miniscule fissures of static reached out to her at once, kissing the bare skin of her arms and neck.

“Really?” she replied. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve earned quite the reputation for your prowess in putting them down.”

Lucanis momentarily froze, eyebrows shooting high on his forehead. “My career as a Crow encompasses far more than that, Rook. Mierda. Have I done something to offend you?”

“Not at all. I’m merely vetting the renowned ‘Demon of Vyrantium’ for myself,” Tria answered. She gestured for them to continue, and their slow, mirrored dance began anew. “If I do seem grumpy, it has far less to do with you than it does my lack of sleep last night.”

“I can relate.” Lucanis lunged, executing a short combination of slashes that Tria promptly deflected away with her spellblade. “Good! Now, try that same combination on me. Only, use your magic.”

When Tria opened her mouth to argue, Lucanis cocked his head, grinning sleepily at her before she could utter the words—a good thing too, since the expression seized her lungs and unexpectedly caused her heartbeat to gallop.

“Now, Rook,” he chided playfully. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m not a Dellamorte because I learned how to dodge every attack, trust me. If I can’t keep up, then I deserve a little electrocution.”

Tria shook back her long, lavender curls and darted forward, using one hand to throw the sizzling magical orb at Lucanis. He moved nimbly, sidestepping once, twice, before somersaulting over the last of her strikes. When he righted himself, Lucanis exhaled sharply, the lines around his eyes slackening in surprise. “It didn’t even touch my skin and I still felt its heat through my clothes!” 

“So much for slowly,” she laughed, despite herself.

Lucanis flashed that odd, sleepy grin again. “Call me old-fashioned, but I am much more amenable to being shocked by a beautiful woman. Much like yourself, Rook.”

Tria abruptly stumbled, kicking a foot against the other and wind-milling in order to regain balance. The metallic orb-–bobbing up and down now-–shivered violently in response before falling to the ground entirely.

Lucanis growled, tilting his face to the sky. “Damn. I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Of course not,” Tria said sarcastically, though a hint of a dimple still poked through her cheek.

“I didn’t! I just meant to say—”

THUD!

The sound of metal and stone sounded off around the perimeter of the Lighthouse’s courtyard, followed by a quieter, muffled noise.

“You know,” Tria began, crouching beside Lucanis’ prone body, “before you try and walk that back, I’d think about what it would do to my soft, sensible feelings first.”

Lucanis, wheezing, gazed up at Tria and the electric orb which circled her in a lazy arc once more. 

“Noted,” he gasped, rubbing at his sternum. “I may be a quick learner, but I’m also very stubborn.” 

His eyes, swimming in warmth, combed over her face, lingering on the contours the orb’s lightning cast against her jaw. “So, I may have to learn this lesson a second time. Or a third. Depending.”

“It’s a good thing that I am an excellent teacher then,” Tria replied, placing a hand on what was presumably, his now-aching chest. She patted it once, lightly, and added, “Now, I’m going to go get some rest, and I would suggest that you do the same. If I didn’t manage to crack your sternum, we can get Bellara to heal the bruises later on this afternoon.”

“But, Spi—”

The metallic orb suddenly crackled in warning, splaying its neon light all over his face while he rolled his eyes again. 

“I’ll have Harding watch for any funny business so you can sleep easily.”

Lucanis' voice darkened somewhat. “Rook.” 

“Now,” she ordered, a hint of a smile upon her mouth. “Or I really will knock your Antivan ass out. Do you take me for a liar?” 

“No,” he answered, though a little unhappily. “I have no doubt that you would.” When she extended a hand, Lucanis then allowed himself to be helped up, wincing a bit from where the orb had struck him.

“Good,” she said, their hands still clasped together. “I need my new sparring partner to be in top form from now on. Especially if I’m to learn anything of actual value.”

“Mhm,” was all Lucanis replied.

Neither of them had yet to let go.

Tria was the first to extricate herself, flashing a noncommittal smirk before turning on her heel. “Good night, mage-killer!” she called out. “Sleep tight! Don’t let the demon in you bite!”

She had to stifle her laugh when his next reply was an uncharacteristic shout across the courtyard.

“I am NOT a mage—”

And only when Tria shuffled through the large double-doors leading into the gathering room did she hear his final exclamation—one that she would work her very hardest to elicit for what was sure to be an inappropriately long time—

“MIERDA!” 

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬❞

(A/n) ➳  I welcome you all to my mini-series. I had planned to make it longer but came to the conclusion to do five chapters but long ones. So please forgive me if chapters take awhile. But enjoy!

Word Count ➳ 1.2k  

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader/Assassin reader, alcohol use, death of a parent, violence, mentions of death, mentions of marriage...

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NEW YORK, 1747 

Shay stumbled through the crowded tavern, his sense dulled by alcohol and his grief. He had lost track of time since his father’s death and the storm that claimed he and the crew’s lives. His thoughts were chaotic, swirling around his head, and unable to focus.  

The air reeked of ale. Shay now found himself hunched over a wooden table, nursing a drink. He barely registered the commotion around him, but he could feel the glares from other patrons of the tavern. 

They surrounded him, at the neighboring tables, seemingly drinking. And if Shay thought correctly, it was going to be another tavern fight... He reached for his pocketknife, ready to attack the presence behind him until a voice cut through, sharp and familiar yet distant in his drunken stupor.  

“Shay! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  

Startled, Shay looked up, squinting to focus his blurry gaze. Though the blur, he saw the silhouette of a man standing in front of him. But his face was blocked by the terrible lighting of the tavern.  

He leaned over and when he couldn’t see him, he tried to stand. But gentle hands steadied him, helping him to his feet with tenderness. It was then that he felt the soft touch of another person, their presence was soothing, unlike his mind. 

“Easy now.” The voice spoke, laced with concern. “You’re in no state to brawl, let alone stand on your feet.” 

Shay blinked, confused, trying to make sense of the situation. And then, like the fog in his mind had lifted, he saw him, Liam, his best friend. He stood in front of him with a mix of frustration and worry.  

“Liam?” Shay muttered, his voice hoarse and filled with confusion. 

“That’s right.” Liam replied sternly. “And if weren’t for (Y/n) here, you’d be lying in a gutter somewhere.” 

Shay's gaze moved, and for the first time, he saw her.  

You, the young girl who had come to his aid. He can see the nervousness in your eyes, watching him and managed to keep him up straight.  

You, (Y/n), Liam’s younger sister. You were the same age as Shay.  

Despite the chaos of his life, despite the pain and the loss, there was another pang in his chest. He was in no state to think about it further but pushed it down.  

Yet one thing became clear, though his suffering alone and in the dark, you had become his lifeline. 

And for that, Shay knew he would be forever grateful.  

DAVENPORT HOMESTEAD, MARCH 1752 

"Quickly now!” Hope called out, hands on her hips as she watched a group of assassins scramble around, looking for you specifically. “She’s in the trees! On the ground! Behind you!”  

They scattered across the training grounds, Hope’s eyes followed their every move. She watched with amusement, her laughter echoing through the air as they failed to find your lurking spot.  

You moved like a ghost but graceful, blending into your surroundings as if you were part of them. Your ability to remain unseen was something Hope hadn’t seen before. Maybe as good as Achillies. 

Shay and Liam stood at the sidelines, watching as well. Shay couldn’t hide the happiness that swelled every time he saw you emerge. He exchanged a playful look with Liam, a smirk tugging the corners of his lips.  

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Liam remarked. “She might be better than all of us in stealth.” 

Shay snorted. “I can count the number of times Chevalier wet himself whenever (Y/n) comes out.” Shay was careful when he said it, making sure Chevalier wasn’t around or else he’d be in another fight. 

“I heard.” Then Liam sighed, it was heavy and solemn. “Achilles shouldn’t have allowed her to join the Brotherhood. I promised my father I’d protect her, keep her safe, I didn’t want her to come. She should be back in the city, married by now, enjoying her life.” 

Shay's brows furrowed. “You know as well as I do that (Y/n) would never be happy with a life like that. She's a fighter, just like you.” 

Liam knew Shay was right. You were young, could barely remember him but he could see how happy he made you.  

When Liam discovered that Achilles was in contact with you, he lost it. Shay attempted to talk him down, noting that you were grown and can take care of yourself. But Liam felt betrayed. He confided in Achilles that his biggest fear was losing you and now you were at risk.  

It took him a couple of days for Liam to calm down. That same day, he found you on the training grounds with Hope and Kesegowaase, you were ginning, just happy to be here. 

Liam promised himself that he’d do whatever he could to keep from harm’s way, even if you were an assassin like him.  

“Wrong! Again!” Hope’s shouting made him focus once again, seeing you jump from a tree and into a pile of leaves. He saw the smile on your face as you fell.  

“Even if she was back at the city, you would approve of no man.” Shay scoffed, shaking his head. 

And how no man was worthy of you. 

And he had a feeling that Liam wouldn’t approve of Shay. 

They were childhood friends, best friends, nothing could tear them apart... Almost nothing. Shay always kept quiet for the years he had met you and when you joined the Brotherhood.  

He would rather die than admit to Liam that he wanted to be with his sister. They were in the middle of looking for the Manuscript, there was no time or room for starting a relationship.  

But he couldn’t stop himself from staring when you’re near, how his smile became bigger whenever he heard your voice, and how he wanted to seek you out every time he returned from a mission. 

You made him want to forget you entirely, you were a distraction to him. Blocking his mind when he tried to fucus, thinking of his future with you when he knew there was a possibility of not having one.  

Yet when he stood on that cliff, Manuscript in hand, his eyes locked with yours for a second. Everything he dreamed of flashed before his eyes.  

You and him on the deck of the Morrigan, it was just the two of you. You were smiling as his crew sang, his arm around your waist to pull you closer, and your soft lips against his.  

You were his dream, and he didn’t want to lose you.  

But it was only a matter of time before you heard what happened in Lisbon. What would you think of him then? Were you going to be disgusted, horrified, angry? He didn’t want to look you in the eye and see his answer. 

Shay engulfed you tightly, he was trembling. Not cause of the cold but because of fear. You were in his arms, demanding answers, wanting to know what the shouting was about but he didn’t what you to know.  

His tears soaked your shoulders as he felt your arms come around him.  

“It’s okay.” He heard you say. “Everything is going to be okay.” Rubbing his back. 

And as he fell over the cliff, feeling the pain of the gunshot running through his body. He remembered you shouting his name and Liam having to hold you back from trying to chase after him.   

Maybe Shay could die in peace, at least he stopped the assassins, even if it was just for a couple days or weeks before they found the Manuscript. His only regret was making you cry, he hated seeing you in pain. 

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[gravekisses]

Only a Fool for Diggory.

genre : draco x reader

summary : y/n, a fourth year at hogwarts, catches cedric diggory’s eyes during the triwizard tournament. but that’s not the only one who has eyes for you. after several years of just being friends, draco malfoy sets out on a mission to find you and confess. except, you’re nowhere to be found and your friends are worried.

warnings : cursing, crying, mentions of s/a, blood, fighting

Y/n was friends with Draco for years. They’d met on the train to Hogwarts in her first year. She was one year younger than the pale boy and that was attracting for Draco Malfoy.

They’d go on for the next three years, being stuck together. Pansy was overzealous for awhile before finally letting go of her jealousy and welcoming Y/n as one of her own. Turns out, they had much more in common than they realized. Blaise enjoyed her company too, although he’d never admit it- he kind of liked Y/n. He wasn’t sure if it was simply platonic or something more, but his best friend loved her. That was something Draco and his posse kept to themselves.

He didn’t always know. It was summer break, before his fourth year, Y/n- her third. His family hosted their annual gala to raise money for some wizard charity. His father allowed him to invite a few friends of his, Y/n being that very few. Her parents came along as well, even though her family was half-blood.

Two hours into the gala, Draco and Y/n had snuck off into the Malfoy Manor Maze, just behind the gardens. It wasn’t until the pair had chased one another through the brush that Draco had seen her real beauty. Her laugh was like wind chimes, loud but graceful. Her smile, glistening like the midnight moon. Her eyes, oh her eyes, he couldn’t get over how they dazzled underneath the illuminated night sky. He could’ve sworn they were stars, blending into the indigo above them that night. He was in love and he didn’t have shame in the thought that she was half-blood.

So you could imagine the sheer chaos that ensued in the boys dormitory, their first night of their fifth year.

“Who does that himbo think he is!?” Draco sneered. Blaise, Theo and Lorenzo all sat in their respective chairs/cushions, snacking on something they snatched from Honeydukes earlier today.

“I don’t know man. Why don’t you go up to Y/n and found out from her what’s going on?” Theo exclaimed. Once again, the boys sat here in the dorm listening to Draco complain about his relationship problems. Except, Draco wasn’t in a relationship..

“I can’t, Y/n will see right through me. She’s so smart.” Draco looked off into the distance, imagining his admiree and her luscious locks.

“Mate, you need to work up the courage to just ask her already.” Blaise pitched.

“Yeah cause I’m tired of hearing about this.” Theo sighed, rubbing his temples.

Blaise lowers the book he was reading, “You never had problems with the other ones. Just act like she’s the same.”

Draco rolled his eyes as he walked to his bed and collapsed. “It’s not the same, you know that.” He mumbled through the pillow.

The whole reason they were here in the first place was because of you. Well- specifically you and Cedric Diggory, who was a whole seventh year. After the first dinner of the year, you bumped into the Hufflepuff. After many, “Sorry my bad, I’m clumsy” talk, he began flirting with you. It had gone on for a few days before finally coming to a close when you were asked by the brown haired man, to attend the Yule Ball as his date. It was an honor for you but for some bizarre reason, couldn’t say yes right away.

That’s what Draco didn’t know..

You were heading to bed when an envelope made of parchment, flew under your door. Pansy was still in the common room, probably making out with Theo. So it couldn’t be her. You reluctantly bent over and picked it up. The seal on the back was carved with an elegant “D”, surrounded by miscellaneous leaves and vines. It was a golden wax, yellow shimmers glistening under the candle flame in your room.

As you speculated who it was from, you were proved correct when the signature on the bottom was his. You had seen it before on another note he gave you in the Great Hall.

Dear Beautiful,

Meet me in the Astronomy Courtyard at 10. I have a question surprise for you.

Signed, Diggory

You traced your fingers over the words a few times before glancing to the grandfather clock in the room. It was a quarter till 10 already. After sitting and contemplating for a few minutes, you finally mustered up the courage to get dressed.

You opened your door carefully, not to make any squeals in the hinge. You placed one toe after another across the stone floor and snuck down the stairs to the common room. The only light came from the enchanted fireplace. In the corner, by the small library was Pansy and Theo, doing their usual business.

You slid through the stone door leading out into the dungeons. Taking one last breath, making sure you were safe, you hurried to the location of your superior.

It was easier than you thought getting to the courtyard. Only thing keeping you from being perfect was the chill sneaking into the castle. You were only wearing a black long sleeve top, with a sweet heart neckline- tucked into your black mini skirt. The small slit on your right leg not helping. Your black doc marten loafers clicked across the cobblestone as you made a bolt for the corner that would finally lead you to your destination.

You carefully treaded the long hallway before being abruptly pulled by a large pair of hands: one over your mouth and the other around your waist. You tried to scream and wail for help, but this persons palms were tightly covering your jaw. Your eyes scanned the new scenery around you quickly.

Then that scent hit you. Tuscany and a small hint of dittany. It was him.

You pulled away at the same time he let go resulting in you falling to the ground hard. You felt a sting in your left knee, knowing you had scraped it against the stone. As you looked up through small tears, the golden boy bent down to help you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerning. You broke your hands away from his, brushing off your skirt. You were a little aggravated… or more like angry with Cedric’s actions. He didn’t need to grab you, nor be so forceful. You’d have no issues coming into this abandoned classroom with him if he’d just asked.

“I’m fine.” You hissed. Cedric was taken aback by your tone but nonetheless ignored it and carried on.

“Here, come here.” He walked closer to you, giving you no time to prepare for liftoff. He wrapped his palms under your skirt and lifted you onto the nearest desk. You, being shocked by the abrupt close touch, felt a chill run up your spine. Cedric bent down, observing your bloodied knee. He touched it, causing a hiss from your throat.

“Sorry. It looks like it was just a small surface burn. I can get some dittany from the greenhouse if you want to-“ You cut him off.

“No that’s okay Cedric, I’ll be fine.” You smiled softly. You sat there for what felt like ages before he finally got up and sat on the desk across from you.

“So what was this surprise you had for me?” You pondered. He raised his brows, seemingly confused by what you said before a light bulb went off and he stepped closer to you again, a little too close.

“It’s about the Ball..” he started. You breathed out, getting off the desk and walking toward the back of the classroom, looking and fidgeting with the dusty objects.

“I already told you, I’m not sure yet.” You exclaimed. Cedric laughed. You turned around. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing beautiful. Just that you think that’s what I was asking.” He said. You scrunched your brows. “I believe I don’t understand.”

Cedric walked slowly to you as he explained his cause. “I know you’re still thinking about it. I was going to let you know that if you do decide to go with me, my friends and I are throwing an after party when we’re done. Think you’d enjoy it..” By the end of his words, he was towering over you, looking into your orbs. You felt your heart begin to race as he lifted his right hand to tuck back a strand of your hair. He then brushed his fingers, delicately across your cheek and then your exposed collarbone.

“You’re so lucky.” He whispered. You blinked, “What do you mean?” He leaned in closer to you, just inches away from your lips.

“You’re so lucky that you hold beauty. Beauty that every guy who roams these halls, wanna have for themselves.”

His words took you by surprise.

“But they don’t get to. Not a single one. Wanna know why?” He asked.

You looked up into his dark eyes, unreadable. They were very dark. Your heart began beating faster. “W-Why?”

He leaned into your ear and guided his hands down your shoulders, landing on your wrists.

“Because I’m the only one who gets to touch you Y/n.”

Pansy was walking up to her dorm, Theo holding her hand as she guided them up the stairs. As she opened the door, fully expecting her best friend to be reading a book with the candle lit, she noticed how wrong it was.

Y/n’s clothes placed sporadically across the floor, the candlelight blown out but fresh as the wick was still hot and the smoke evaporated. Pansy called out, “Y/n? You in here?”

No answer.

“Y/n? If this is a funny joke, you can stop now.” Pansy laughed short, Theo joining in per Pansy’s instructions.

No answer.

The raven haired girl dropped her lovers hand and rushed into the dorm, looking around for Y/n. Her movements becoming quicker and quicker as she hopelessly looked. Theo stood in the doorway, madly confused.

“Maybe she’s just roaming the halls.” He pitched. Pansy paused her searching and stood up to shout at Theo.

“Except Y/n doesn’t roam the halls! She stays inside and reads, reads, reads. She studies when it’s raining, she keeps that damn candle lit until she knocks out completely because she enchanted it to do so!” She ran her hands through her hair as Theo tried to calm her down.

“I know my best friend. She wouldn’t just disappear!” She huffed out. Theo looked around, an idea sprouting in his mind.

“What if she went to the boys dorm?” He asked. Pansy looked up through small tears. She nodded, convinced it wouldn’t hurt to look.

The couple burst through Draco and Theo’s dorm door, awaking Blaise on the bean bag. Draco laid in the same spot he was in when Theo left, face plastered into the pillows. Lorenzo was making paper planes and enchanting them to fly around the high ceiling. (He already had seven above the group.)

“Y/n’s missing.” Pansy cried. Draco shot up from his spot and straightened his hair. Blaise’s attention rose as well, worry replacing tired on his face.

“What do you mean?” He asked in a rush. “Like she’s missing from her room? The entire castle?” Lorenzo asked.

“No. She’s not in our dorm at all, her candle is no longer lit and her clothes are everywhere. Almost like someone broke in.” She jumped to the nearest worst case scenario, causing Draco to grab his shoes and put them on.

“Was there anything else in you guys’ dorm that was out of the ordinary?” Draco asked in a hurry. Blaise and Lorenzo followed through, grabbing their shoes and coats and heading out the door with their friends.

Pansy opened their dorm room, looking around for anything else that could be out of place. The slytherin’s salvaged through belongings, bookshelves and other possessions around. It wasn’t until Blaise found a note, written in starch black ink, laying on Y/n’s nightstand.

“Guys, look.” Pansy rushed over, snatching the letter out of the boys hand. She skimmed over it quickly, sighing in her own discomfort at the thought of you meeting up with him alone during this hour.

“She’s with Diggory.” Pansy stated. Draco’s attention shifted to the letter and grabbed it next. His blood boiling and heart shattering all while being consumed by worry, he crumbled it up and tossed it in the bin. “C’mon, we gotta find her.” He rushed.

The boys followed their leader but stopped when Pansy stood in place. “Why? She’s just with a hufflepuff. It’s not the worst thing!”

Draco turned around, “she should’ve been back by now.”

“You never know, maybe it takes Diggory a few minutes to-“

“Shut up!” Draco shouted. Then it clicked with the pug faced girl. All the moments between them, their rendezvous in the astronomy tower, their shared snickers during class as they passed notes.. no reason Malfoy was so possessive around you, he only cared for you.

“Oh I see it now. You fancy my best friend!” Pansy clapped her hands, giggling at Draco’s obvious embarrassment.

“Be quiet, she was my friend first!” He shouted back.

“You guys- Y/n is literally alone with a seventh year. We gotta go find her. Merlin knows how active seventh years are.” Blaise stated.

Pansy’s eyes dazed, understanding what he meant.

The group searched through the halls, whispering and calling for Y/n quietly. It was well after curfew, prefects roaming the halls and teachers beginning their conquests into personal matters.

“Y/n! Where are you?” Pansy shouted. Theo shushed the girl, reminding her again about what would happen if they were caught.

Meanwhile, Draco was running through every corridor, busting down every door and yet he couldn’t find you. Maybe you and that Diggory went somewhere else. That was something the icy blonde didn’t want to think about. He just hoped you were okay.

They kept looking for a few more minutes before finally giving up. Your friends were at the end of the astronomy hall, tired and hungry. Draco, reluctant to leave, stood there looking at the wall. Pansy turned around, looking at the boy.

“I know how you feel..” She mentioned. “I’m worried about her but I also know she can handle herself. She’s a brilliant witch.”

Draco looked down at his shoes, for no particular reason, he just couldn’t get his mind off the worst case scenario.

“You’re right. She doesn’t need me does she?” He asked. Pansy gave a weak smile, trying to make him feel better. She now knew the great lengths her childhood friend would go for the girl she loved. She cared for Y/n, always did, particularly on a level she isn’t sure everyone understood.

“C’mon, we’ll see her in the morning. I’m sure she’s okay.” Pansy guessed. She wasn’t one-hundred percent convinced about what she was telling Draco, but it was enough for him to feel better. Draco began walking after the group when her voice, muffled, rang through their ears- especially Draco’s.

“Pansy-!“

Draco’s head turned sharply in the direction of her call. Pansy and the rest of the boys followed suit, trying to catch up. Another scream echoed from a locked door to Malfoys left.

Pansy ran to the door, trying to push it open. Blaise kept calling her name making sure she was still alive. Draco came through them, telling them to move. With a quick motion of his wand, the door blew open to pieces, a cloud of dust and smoke shielding their view.

Rustling could be heard, followed by Y/n’s voice and Diggory complaining about how “difficult Y/n was being.”

The smoke cleared, leaving Draco with the ghastly sight. You were pinned against a desk, Diggory being your captor. A midnight meet-up turned criminal as you continued struggling. The hufflepuffs hand sneaking up the pleated skirt you were wearing and the tears leaking from your ducts was all Draco Malfoy needed to let go.

“Depulso!” Cedric was thrown into the brick wall by Malfoy. Pansy ran to you, taking her coat off and wrapping it around your body as you collapsed to the ground. Bruises laid on your neck from his lips and red marks spread your thighs where his grip dug into your skin.

You were stuck in a daze, not even noticing the blood spread across the ground in front of you from the brutal throws from Draco. Blaise continued to try and pry his friend off but failed.

Muffled shouts and curses were thrown at Cedric as Pansy and Theo walked with you to get out of the room. Lorenzo, budding in to carry Draco off of the seventh year, got a hit himself. After convincing their friend to finally open his eyes and let it go, he obeyed.

Cedric laid, unconscious, unsure of whether or not Draco’s blows killed the poor guy. But Draco didn’t care. He smiled as the sight of that douche in his own blood, he deserved it, he thought.

It was one in the morning as Pansy sat on the edge of the tub in the girls bathroom, brushing through her best friends hair. Y/n sat in the tub, knees cradled to her chest as she tried focusing on anything else besides the events in the last hour. Pansy wasn’t sure what to say, she wasn’t sure what to do. She only knew that she needed to be there for her, so that’s what she did.

Y/n was already pruny and her body already washed. She just couldn’t get out of the tub. Draco sat on the other side of the door, waiting for her to be finished so he could apologize for his actions- for not being there sooner, for looking the other way this whole time and not being honest with her.

He sat on the floor, legs stretched out with his back against the wall. His hands bloodied, his grey wool sweater covered in a mix of Malfoy and Diggory blood. His hair was a mess as was his heart. He just wanted to know if she was okay. If she was even the slightest bit calm so he could see her.

As if on que, Pansy opened the door. Draco stood up quickly, his face full of worry.

“She’s out of it. I can’t tell if she’s tired, shocked or both. But she said you can come in. Her back is turned so just stay on this side of the tub.” Pansy explained. Draco nodded and pushed the door open slowly.

He wasn’t prepared to see the small bruise on her back or the swelling on her neck from that bastards poison. He felt the rage coming to fruition but pushed in back down for Y/n’s sake.

He walked slowly, careful not to frighten her. He sat down next to the tub, looking at her hair. It was long, shiny and soft. He knew because he’d never forget the time she fell asleep on his lap on the train to Hogwarts. He ran his fingers through her hair as she slept so she wouldn’t have nightmares.

“Did you get him?” Y/n asked quietly.

Draco’s head turned up to her, he could see the side of her face and didn’t even bare to look further. He was confused by the question, not sure what she meant.

“Draco? Did you get him?” She asked louder.

“I-I’m not sure what you mean-“

“Don’t play dumb with me. Even through my dazed mind I could see the darkness take over inside of you. I saw how hard you punched him, how hard you fought.” She answered.

Draco looked away, back to the floor. He breathed heavily, wondering what she wanted. Was she happy? Was she mad at him for doing his duty? He knew he took it too far but he also knew if he didn’t, Diggory wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

“I don’t understand—“ She cut him off again. She turned her entire body, revealing her frontside to him. His eyes widened, looking away quickly as to not harm her anymore than he did.

“What’s wrong? Can’t look at a woman when you know you want to! Every man does it! Thinks they can stare all they want huh?” She shouted at him. Her eyes shedding tears every word, her muscles showing through her neck as she strained her voice. Draco couldn’t understand.

“I wouldn’t look at you if you didn’t want me to!” Draco yelled back.

“Oh c’mon! Like you haven’t thought about it, just like he did! Like he tried to!”

Draco’s eyes began to water, hating to see her like this.

“He tried taking something away from me! How he touched me- how he kissed me-“ Y/n trailed off, looking away and crying some more before turning back to the blonde.

“I’m not him Y/n!” Draco pleaded.

“What if you hadn’t gotten there in time?! What if he kept going- bound my down by a jinx or even worse? What if he rap-“ Draco cut her off by taking his shoes off and climbing into the tub.

Y/n kept crying, thinking of the worse case scenario even more. Draco sat down and grabbed her body, indulging her into comfort. He cradled her back and forth before Pansy walked in with a towel. The raven haired girl, draped the towel over Y/n’s small frame and sat on the edge of the rub crying slightly.

“I got you.. I’m not letting anything happen to you. I will be here until you tell me not to.” Draco kissed the top of her head. Her breathing beginning to calm down. Pansy rubbed the crying girls back, hoping to take away some of the pain.

“I will too. I’m not letting you alone anymore. Even if you’re peeing, I will sit there and hold your hand.” Pansy smiled to herself. A small giggle was heard from the poor girl. She lifted her head up out of Draco’s chest. He lifted his hand up and wiped the tears away with his thumb and index.

“There’s our pretty girl.” Draco said softly. Y/n smiled, sniffling her nose before turning around the Pansy and looking up at her.

“I’ll take you on that Parkinson.” Y/n joked. Pansy laughed in response and fell into the tub as well to hug her best friend. Draco sat there, now realizing he was soaked in soapy dirty water.

“Um, can someone grab me a towel?”

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[livingdeadblondequeen]

You, Me, & Him Part 3

Apologies for taking so long to post another part. Between lots of story ideas and lots of traveling, things have been crazy for me. However thanks to continued interest in this, I was able to write more. I hope it is worth the wait.

Previous parts can be found here

With the gate and fences between them and the undead, Y/N could focus away from the threat and on the people now in front of her and Daryl. One was a tall, large dark man wearing a beanie and the other a short-haired brunette woman a little taller and a few years younger than herself, both wearing welcoming smiles.

“I see your hunting trip was a success, you brought home not only dinner but a new friend.” The brunette said as she nodded to first the turkey that Daryl was holding then Y/N, holding out her hand. “I’m Maggie, this is Tyrese. You look like you’ve been out there awhile.”

Though cautious, Y/N reached out to take the offered hand when her son made his presence known to the new people. He shoved the wrap away from his face and squealed happily at what he saw. She watched as Maggie’s eyes doubled in size at the sight before her smile grew bigger as it focused on the baby. “Hello to you too, cutie.”

“This is Y/N, and her boy Christopher,” Daryl stated in introduction.

“Daryl was nice enough to offer a safe place for the two of us,” Y/N added as she finally took Maggie’s extended hand.

“I’m glad he did. It’s not safe out there alone, let alone with a baby.” Maggie replied, before looking up further up the fence line in the direction Y/N guessed others were. “We have quite a few kids here, but Judith is the only little one we have close to Christopher’s size. I think Beth just put her down for a nap.”

“Daryl mentioned that there was another baby,” Y/N stated as she relaxed a little, hearing that the baby had been put down for a nap sounded so mundane, but also showed how secure the group felt where they were.

“Found a clinic up north a bit that ain’t been hit yet, Y/N had the same idea to get supplies. Brought them here and to get a car, some others, and make a run to clear it out.” Daryl explained as he led them away from the gate and up towards a second gate deeper into the yard. “Got a few things for little Ass Kicker though.”

“Rick will be relieved to hear it, Daddy too I’m sure so to stock the infirmary.” Maggie declared. “I’m sure Glen will want to organize a run to go back tomorrow at first light, I’ll let him know you’re back if I see him first.”

Y/N listened to the three of them talk about where the clinic was located and went back as she looked at their surroundings. The group had just started clearing an area to make several gardens in the grass between the front gate and the next one.

When they reached the yard, Maggie and Tyrese left them to return to their post and Y/N saw more people. Children were playing at the far end, while adults were sitting around some tables set up for eating that surrounded an outdoor kitchen. They had quite the setup, and a lot safer than the previous one Y/N had been in.

Daryl handed over the turkey to an older woman with gray hair, who took it happily. He then leaned over, talking to her quietly, and Y/N watched as the woman’s eyes focused on her, then Christopher before her lips curled up in a welcoming smile. “Daryl said your name is Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Carol.” The woman replied, though she didn’t move to offer her hand like Maggie had. It didn’t make her feel any less welcomed, but it made Y/N curious as Carol continued. “Knowing Daryl, you all didn’t stop or anything on your trip here. Would you like something to eat?”

Fighting the impulse to reject the offer, Y/N nodded her head. “If it isn’t too much trouble, I can wait.”

“Nonsense, dinner is mostly done, just fix you up a plate before the others get to it. What about the baby?” Carol asked, her eyes dropping to where Christopher was wrapped up. 

“No, thank you. I have some food for him in my bag.” Y/N answered. She had given him a small bottle on the trek to the prison but knew he would want something more soon. He had quite the appetite.

“Daryl, last time I saw him, Herschel was just inside. Why don’t you take Y/N and Christopher in and let him look them over? He’s our doctor. I’ll bring her in some food and then we can figure out a place for them to get some rest.”

Daryl mumbled what sounded like a yes before bumping his shoulder against hers. She turned her attention to him and motioned with his head to follow him. She continued to study the area as he led her into the building marked, ‘Cell Block C’. Once inside, Y/N could see that they entered a large room with a few tables scattered around, all of them empty save one where an older bearded gentleman sat, a black book in his hands. The man looked up at their entrance and nodded in greeting at them, a kind smile on his face. “Hello there.”

“Found them aways from here, they’ve been on their own for a bit,” Daryl explained. “Carol said to have you look them over.”

“Of course.” Hershel agreed, “If the young lady is okay with that of course.”

Y/N only hesitated for a minute before nodding her head in agreement. A doctor hadn’t looked Christopher over since the weeks following his birth and while Y/N thought he was healthy, having him checked over wasn’t a bad idea. Of course, that examination would happen with her holding him, she wasn’t about to leave her son with strangers. No matter if she had trusted Daryl enough to come with him.

While Hershel went to grab his bag, Y/N settled at the table he vacated, unwrapping Christopher. Daryl helped her shoulder off her pack, which she was grateful for as her son got a big case of the wiggles. “Thank you.” 

“Hmm, I’ll just leave you two with the doc,” Daryl replied as he up the strap of his crossbow further up his shoulder and started backing away though he felt himself hesitating just a bit as he did. However, before he could slip away her head snapped in his direction. 

“Can you stay?” Y/N asked, “Please?”

Her gaze locked on Daryl’s, and he could see that she did want him to stay. He got that she might not be comfortable being left with someone she didn’t know but wasn’t he also a stranger? Yet despite this, he knew he wasn’t about to refuse her request. He nodded his answer as he gripped the strap of his crossbow across his chest nervously. When the baby caught sight of Daryl, he moved to crawl across the table towards him but was quickly distracted by the sound of Hershel returning.

“Well young man, what is your name?” Hershel asked warmly as the little boy stared at him wide-eyed from his spot on her lap.

“Christopher,” Y/N replied. “And I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Hershel replied. “How old is he?” “Around a year? He was born a few weeks before the outbreak began.”

“That was lucky for the two of you. Was it a natural birth?”

“Yes, there were no issues, and they discharged us with a clean bill of health,” Y/N answered. Hershel asked a few other questions as he continued to look over Christopher, who found the whole thing very entertaining.

“Well, he seems to be perfectly healthy. His weight seems to be good even, I assume you have been nursing him?”

“I was until a couple of weeks ago,” Y/N answered before lowering her eyes. “I don’t know why but it seemed like he wasn’t getting enough when I fed him. After a few days, I was completely dried up.”

“It happens even in the healthiest of times, but considering the lack of resources available now, it’s a wonder you were able to keep it up,” Hershel explained, as he looked her over and recognized the signs of malnourishment in her.

“I’ve been feeding him formula or powdered milk and some baby food when I can find it, that’s how we ended up where we met Daryl,” Y/N stated as she looked over at the archer.

“Well, unless you have any injuries I haven’t noticed, the two of you are healthy though I would like you to get some rest and regular meals. Both you can get here.” Hershel added.

“Carol’s makin’ her some food,” Daryl mentioned. “And then we’ll find them a bunk.”

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than the three of them heard the door open to the outside and the person he had just mentioned appeared with a heaping plate and a bottle of water in her hands.”Here we go.”

Carol quickly set the food down in front of Y/N, and Y/N swore her mouth started to water at the smell. It was a mixture of some kind of meat, vegetables, and rice. “Thank you.”

While spying the plate of food, Christopher reached for the shiny spoon, and Y/N let him play with it for a moment. She watched as Carol smiled before saying, “I can take him while you eat.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to do that, what with making and getting the food.” Y/N stated before placing Christopher down on the floor by her feet so that he was close while she began to devour the food. It tasted even better than it smelled. 

Carol watched the younger woman practically inhale the food while keeping an eye on both her child and the others in the room. It wasn’t hard to see how protective she was of Christopher. Noticing the bow that rested next to them, Carol nodded towards it. “That weapon yours?”

Y/N nodded as she swallowed the bite in her mouth. “Yeah, it’s mine.”

“You must be pretty good,” Hershel commented.

Y/N nodded. “I learned when I was young at summer camp, and did well enough with it over the years that they brought me back when I was older to teach kids. Hadn’t touched it in years, but it didn’t take long to shake off the rust when the dead started walking around. Which is good since it’s quieter than a gun, and doesn’t disturb Christopher or draw the dead. Finding arrows isn’t easy but the ones I have work. I learned how to shoot and take care of my bow but not how to make arrows, unfortunately.” 

“I can show ya,” Daryl spoke up from his spot. When both women’s and Hershel’s eyes turned to him, he went on. “We have some arrows that we’ve found on runs, but I can show you how to make more. Use the feathers of that turkey we brought in even.”

Y/N smiled up at him at the offer. “Thank you. I would like that.”

‘Interesting.’ Carol thought as she couldn’t help but notice the look her best friend and the newcomer shared. Though she didn’t want to interrupt, she spoke up. “I’m sure Daryl would appreciate having another hunter out with them, but there is no rush.”

“You and Christopher need to get some rest and settle in. Get your strength up and get used to being around people again.” Hershel added. 

“Thank you,” Y/N said again. “And I want to do what I can to help out around here. But I’d prefer not to go outside of the fences if I can, keep Christopher safe behind them.”

Carol didn’t mention that they had people there who could watch Christopher for her, she knew it wouldn’t be met with agreement. Y/N needed to settle in and trust them before she would consider that. “Now that you’ve got some food in you, how about we show you where you’ll be sleeping?”

Y/N nodded, relieved at the thought of getting some rest. They said goodbye to Hershel before Y/N followed Carol and Daryl out of the common area and into the connected cell block. Y/N took in her surroundings as she listened to Carol. “We have people in two cell blocks C and D. We brought in a large group from a fallen community several weeks back and they filled up D but we still have a room here in C.” 

The cell block was clean and relatively quiet. Y/N heard quiet singing coming from a cell, it sounded like a lullaby but they were led up the stairs. Y/N passed a couple of doors before Carol stopped and motioned to an open one. “Here you go. It’s empty now but we have a few things that will make it more comfortable, blankets and stuff.”

Y/N walked inside and looked around. It was empty, just two bunks and a small table but it was clean. And safe. That was the most important part. “We can make it work.”

“I’ll grab you a few things for the bed,” Carol stated. “My cell is a few doors down.” 

After Carol left to gather the bedding, Y/N saw Daryl hovering around the door, his fingers fiddling with the strap across his chest. When he noticed she was looking at him, he lowered his eyes. “I’ma goin’ go.”

As he turned to leave Y/N’s voice stopped him. “Daryl? Thank you. For bringing us here, I just…thank you.”

Daryl nodded in acknowledgment, “Ma cell’s the other side of Carol’s. If ya need anything.”

Y/N watched him disappear from the doorway before looking down at her son. “Well sweetheart, what do you think?”

Christopher looked at his mother and smiled a big toothy grin, causing her to laugh. “Glad you seem to like it. Let’s hope it works out.”

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[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Leaving this idea here because I thought it was cute.

Steven is canonically a gamer, so what about a little date with his partner? But what he wasn't expecting was to enter Y/N's home for the first time and find a HUGE collection of videogames. Old ones, new ones, classic ones, indie ones, everything. All of them on huge bookshelves, which are completely filled with just games. And every possible console, of course! And a huge TV so they can play the games on full HD!

Baby boy realizing that his partner is also a gamer!

Oh, and have some cookies! 🍪

- Fairy Anon 🧚🏻‍♀️

Wait where was that ever mentioned??? I don’t remember that. But I guess it’s a good thing he is because I have something else I’m working on :3c also I hope this alright and sorry if the ending seems rushed ;;

While you and Steven had been dating for quite awhile now, going on about a year, you had never invited him over to your house. Sure, he’s picked you up from your house and such, but he’s never been inside. You just never saw the need to, since you two usually were out and about. However, you decided that you wanted a more… casual date, so you decided to let him come over to your house and play games with him.

You were brought from your thoughts as you heard a knock on the door. You already knew who it was, but you went up to the door and opened it, looking up at your tall boyfriend.

“Hey, Steven.” You smiled softly and moved out the way, allowing him into the house. Steven walked inside and you closed the door behind him.

“Come on, I’ll show you the game room.” You took his hand into your own and walked with him towards another room in the house. You watched as Steven’s eyes lit up while he looked around the room. In the room was several bookshelves filled with all kinds of video games: new ones, old and classic games, indie games, along with many different genres of games include fighting games, adventure games, RPGs, and much more. And in the room was every console possible, as well as a huge tv to play games on.

“Well? What do you think?” You asked him. He was silent for a moment, as if still in awe of your game room, before he turned to face you, placing his hands on your shoulders before he said:

“If I didn’t love you before, I definitely do now.” Which made you laugh a bit in response.

“I thought I told you I play video games?”

“Well, yes, but i was not expecting all of this.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to come by any time and play games with me, Steven.” You reached up and kissed his cheek. “Now come on, let’s find something to play.” You walked over to one of the shelves and started looking through your collection, Steven walked up to you, now standing by you as he looked for a game to play with you as well. After a few minutes of looking, you had grabbed out (2 player game of choice) from one of the shelves, and hooked up the console before inserting the game into the console.

“You ready to play?” You asked as you and Steven sat down on the couch, you handing him the spare controller. Steven nodded as he sat beside you, taking the controller from you.

“Of course.” You started up the game, and the two of you ended up playing together for a few hours. As you two played, you made little jokes and comments here and there, occasionally having to pause the game because you two were laughing so much you couldn’t breathe.

Other than that, you two continued to play games until you got hungry, and stopped to make some dinner.

“Hey, Y/n?” Steven spoke up as you two sat down at the table.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“How did you get into gaming, anyway? I’m just curious.”

“Oh! It was because of my grandmother/family member. She/he/they got me into playing games, and ever since I’ve just enjoyed them.”

“I see.” He smiled faintly at your response, and the two of you sat in silence for a few moments as you ate your dinner.

“How long did it take you to collect all of those games and such?”

“That took me several years, especially the older consoles and games as they’re more difficult to find than modern ones.”

“Fair enough.” Steven chuckled a bit in response. He was happy that you were also a gamer, and he was definitely going to be coming over more often for gaming dates.

“You ready to get back to the game?” You asked him, snapping him back to reality. Steven nodded and stood up, grabbing his plate and walked over to the sink, helping you clean up.

“You didn’t have to do that, love.” You told him as you put the dishes up to finish drying

“Y/n, I’m not going to have you do everything, I’m not heartless.”

“Thank you, I do appreciate the help. Now come on, let’s go back to the game.” You grabbed his hand and walked with him back to the game room, sitting on the couch with him beside you.

“Ready to get your ass kicked again?” You chuckled a bit, him playfully rolling his eyes in response. You two had been playing (super smash bros/other fighting game of choice) before you stopped to eat dinner, and the last round, you had completely defeated him.

“That last round was a fluke and you know it.”

“Sure, sure, let’s just play.” You two chose your characters and stage before you were back at it again, laughing and smack talking, in a playful manner of course, as the two of you ended up playing games together for the rest of the evening, until you two got tired. However, due to how late it had gotten, you had Steven sleep at your house, as you didn’t want him walking around late at night, despite the fact that you knew he was capable of making it home by himself, but you just wanted to spend more time with him.

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

Can I join your game? The song that I pick is is your bedroom ceiling bored?, while the genre would be idiots to lovers and the group that I chose is Enhypen. Thank you! 💕

CUTE okay!!!

is your bedroom ceiling bored? | jake

It's 5:34 in the morning, and you can't sleep. instead, you're staring at the ceiling trying to get your brain to shut off, but you just can't. because, like an idiot, you're wondering what jake is doing.

you figure he's probably asleep, like most people are at this hour, but that doesn't stop your mind from picturing it: the way he curls around himself on his side, his hair falling in a shaggy mess onto his forehead, half-smiling even in a dream. you shouldn't be thinking about him this way -- shouldn't be as stupidly, recklessly, embarrassingly down bad as you are. and yet...

you pull out your phone, not surprised to see not a single notification from your best friend, whose sleeping image is the one destroying your mind slowly one minute at a time. you open up your messaging app and have to scroll to find your last conversation with him, which hasn’t happened in years.

the last text he sent was the one that said, “I love you. You know that, right?” just before everything went up in flames. just before the one and only fight you’ve ever had with him. just before you stormed away from him and refused to answer the phone when he called. and this was a week and a half ago.

you start to type.

im sorry.

i miss you. can we talk?

why can’t i stop thinking about you?

ultimately, it never feels like enough. frustrated, you sit up, sliding the covers off you and moving to the window. you wrench it open, stepping out onto your roof in the cool night air, and look up at the moon sinking lower in the sky, preparing for the hints of summer sun you see on the horizon.

“hi again,” you whisper at it. “can’t sleep.”

this has become routine for you. every once in awhile your thoughts about jake rose to a volume you couldn’t keep to yourself, so you’d mount the roof and tell the moon — even if it hung thin as a fingernail in the sky. and now that you weren’t seeing jake every day, you had a lot more time to talk about him.

“i really, really miss him,” you whisper, even though you want to scream.

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

across town, jake stirs and wakes from a fitful sleep. his dreams are all about you these days, and it aches.

no matter how much he fights the thoughts of you, or tries to be angry, he still wakes up thinking about you every morning. he’d hoped things would get better — hoped the hole you carved in his heart would relax, would heal. instead he finds himself suffocating in the dim light from his window, so he flings it open to welcome in the sunlight that will come peeking over the skyline in seconds.

“hi,” he says softly as it shines through the open window. “any advice for me today?”

but as always, the sun says nothing, leaving him alone to think.

and think he does — about how well he knows you. how spending his time with you is the best way for him to spend it. how he doesn’t care about your excuses for why you’d be a terrible couple.

“they’re the one,” he finally decides. “they just have to be.” and he races from the window to pick up his phone.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

you’re still on the roof, watching the sun rise, so tired you can barely sit upright but also somehow knowing you won’t be able to make your eyes close if you go inside.

so you stare at your cellphone. you can’t even blame jake for not speaking to you. you wouldn’t want to speak to you either.

but oh, my goodness. you want to speak to him so bad. even the memory of his voice on the other end burns like an insult, like bitterness burns in your belly. you wonder if he feels the same way you do. you hope he does.

just as you make up your mind to call, his name pops up on your screen.

your heart beats — once, twice — hard in your chest before you answer it with a shaking hand. “hello?” you rasp.

“i miss you,” he says. “i’m coming over.”

for the first time in days, you smile.

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Alright, I've been busy and it's taking me awhile to get the next part of Diamond in the Rough up, so here's a little drabble/teaser for a short Become the Night interlude/sequel. (Note: I am in in a rush so apologies for the roughness/spelling errors lol also possible some details may change later for better continuity with everything)

Become the Night 2 Teaser (Now on Ao3)

It was a warm summer day outside Dr. Light’s laboratory. Dr. Light was away at a work conference, Rock and Roll had taken Rush into the city to go shopping, while Proto had stayed behind to work on the skycycle and be on call if Dr. Wily and Snake Man were to strike.

But the emergency satellite scanner remained quiet. Proto was bored—Dr. Wily hadn’t attacked in over a month, and his armor was sitting unused in a heap in his room, collecting dust. He was wondering if he should have gone into the city after all with Rock and Roll—shopping and malls weren’t his thing, but playing at the arcade with Rock and teasing Roll over her music tastes could be fun—

The doorbell rang.

Normally, Proto hated answering the door. Though Dr. Light’s laboratory was located in the country and didn’t receive many visitors, Proto preferred to ignore the few that came, who were mostly salesmen anyway. But today, Proto put down his tools, put on a pair of aviators, and answered the door.

Outside stood a man with short auburn hair. Despite the heat, he was dressed in a formal, tight-collared suit of black wool with orange embroidery and gold buttons. Everything about him looked extremely expensive, as though he were royalty—a strange visitor for Dr. Light’s boring, quiet laboratory in the country. He glanced around furtively, checking the lawn, then stared at Proto with familiar piercing pale eyes.

“Are you Proto?” he asked in a low voice, his lips barely moving, as though afraid the welcome doormat might be eavesdropping.

“Uh, yeah,” responded Proto without really thinking as he stared back (he was not dressed as ‘Break Man’, his public-facing hero identity, after all, nor did many know who ‘Proto’ was). 

The man (or android, as Proto had instantly figured out, despite the flawless disguise) nodded curtly. “My name is Mr. Turner. We haven’t met—“

“Oh I know who you are,” Proto interrupted, grinning broadly at Turner. There was no mistaking the resemblance of those pale eyes. “You’re Elec Man’s little brother!”

“I—what?” Turner wrinkled his nose. “I’m not—that’s not—“ He gave a small, annoyed cough, then changed the subject. “…Are you alone?”

“Yes.“ Proto opened the door wider. “Here, come in.”

Turner stepped warily over the threshold into the brightly lit foyer. After glancing around with a still expression, apparently listening to make sure Proto was actually alone, he began to walked around with perfect, straight backed grace, hands clasped behind his back.

“Checking for bugs,” Turner informed Proto in a cold, crisp tone as he inspected the dull knickknacks on the perfectly ordinary accent tables.

“Good idea, always forget to do that,” Proto replied, hiding a smirk. He was reminded a little bit of a peacock or a very self-conceited show dog.

Then he noticed Turner’s eyes were lingering on the framed pictures, and grimaced slightly inside. He wasn’t proud of this collection, especially not around a Syndicate member—most were family photos both dorky and domestic, yet it was a bit difficult to tell what Turner was thinking as he stared at them.

“So uh, what brings ya to this neck of the woods?” Proto prompted.

Turner turned his cold piercing stare on Proto. “I have a mission for you from your former employer. Top secret. I heard you used to do work for us…as some sort of assistant, or something.”

“Special asset, in the end—a mission from the Syndicate? Really?” Proto asked keenly, taking a step toward Turner.

A mission from the Syndicate would be dangerous—Syndicate missions were always dangerous. Proto missed the danger—fighting Dr. Wily and his goofy inventions didn’t have quite the same thrill as risking his life battling murderous scrappers and powerful mobsters. Yet, he had been placed in a forced retirement from vigilantism a year ago…still a bit of sore spot.

Turner’s eyes fell away from Proto to glance out a window. “Yes, but you must know, I can’t pay you for your work.”

“No problem. I will do it pro bono.”

“Then you accept?”

“Sure.”

“If you double cross me, I’ll make you regret every day for the rest of your short life.”

At this point, Proto was trying very hard not to laugh. The android was clearly trying to act both as impressively tough and coldly professional like Elec Man—a nigh impossible feat. “Of course. But…listen, junior, me and your older brother go way back. There’s no way I’d do anything to hurt you guys!”

“My name’s not ‘junior…’ Turner replied, bristling.

“Well, until you tell me your real name,” Proto responded with a lazy shrug. “And junior, no offense, while you’re earning extra credit in acting lofty and superior, you’re only a B in intimidation and a D in lying. Honestly I’m afraid if I even touched you you’d break like a china doll. Nice try, but lets can the gangster talk and cut to the chase.”

Turner looked affronted. “What do you mean?”

Lowering his voice, Proto took a step toward Turner, his amusement fading. “Junior…you’re supposed to be on a mission in California. You’re a long way from California. Call me crazy, but I don’t think you’re supposed to have any contact with me at all, least of all giving me orders! What the hell is going on? Where’s Elec Man?”

“I—I—” Turner appeared to be valiantly clinging on to his tough Syndicate facade, but a slight shiver shook his shoulders.  “I don’t know,” he admitted finally.

“…Is he in danger?”

Turner’s head almost made a small jerk, as though he were about to nod, but he quickly controlled it and said, sounding genuinely lost, “I don’t know. We—I—need Cypher’s help.” 

For a brief moment, Turner had looked imploringly at Proto, but then his gaze had darted away again.

Suddenly, the situation seemed much less fun, though Proto gave Turner a reassuring smile. “Well you got 'im. C’mon. We’ll take our air raider.”

Continued in Part 2

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Okay, I just watched Moriarty the Patriot recently and been obsessed with them(as I’m sure you can tell considering I liked every fic you had of them😜) Anyway! I was thinking of the reunion. We know William survive, but he lives in Switzerland and we know Sherlock moves out there with him as well. So, the Moriarty brothers, James Bonde(Irene Adler), Fred, Moran, and Jack goes to Switzerland and they see William and Sherlock and after the tears and words that haven’t been said that are finally spoken they have a they have a tickle fight.

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JEJRJERJEKJRJKE YESH! I love this so much alrkaejrajkej This kinda turned into "Let's wreck William- the dabble" but like- the tickle fight elements are in there! I hope you like it friend :3

William hadn’t realized how hollow he felt until he was in the arms of his brothers once more.

Louis’ wet voice saying his name, Albert’s arms strong and steady- the dull ache in his chest was finally starting to ease as he breathed them in, barely fighting off his own tears as he squeezed them close. “I’ve missed you…I’ve missed you all so much. Welcome home.”

Around him, he heard movement- Moran barely hiding a sniffle while Bonde bumped him gently, Fred offering his assistance to Sherlock as they carried in bags. Soon though, it was just them once more; three brothers no longer separated.

“Come now- let’s go in before we catch our deaths out here.” Albert was the first to pull away, shivering as the cold air cut through his jacket.

“Have you been well? You’re thinner than last time I’ve seen you.” Louis noted, hand already out and squeezing William’s side. “You’ve been eating, yes?”

“Ah-Yes, yes I ha-have! Louis!” William caught the investigative hand, pulling it away gently from his waist. “Please!”

“Forgive me brother- just worried.” Despite the apology, Louis was smiling, sharing a look with Albert across his shoulder. Oh dear- this wasn’t going to end well.

~~~

Sometimes, William hated how right he was.

“L-Louis, really! I’m fine, I promise!” He scooted back further in his seat against the couch, hands held up as his brother approached. “There’s no need to interrogate me further!”

“Who said anything about interrogating? I just haven’t heard you laugh in such a long time. Neither of us had, right Albert?” Louis turned to their eldest brother, nodding once.

“But of course, Louis. I for one missed our dear brother smiling and laughing. The last time we’ve all seen one another- well, you were quite the character.” The brunette moved quickly, snatching up William’s wrists with ease, pulling them up and out of the way. “I don’t fault you for it- but I would prefer my next big memory of you in mirthful tears, not pained ones. Ready?”

“Ready!”

“Oh no- don’t you da-ahahhhahahahre!” William all but broke when Louis grabbed his sides, tapping against them with rapid speed. He’d gotten better at tickling in their time apart. “Lohohohoohuis, pleahhahahhahahse!”

“There it is! That’s the look we’ve been longing to see.” Louis giggled softly, easily switching from tapping to pinching and further sending William into giggly hysterics. “It’s so refreshing to hear it, don’t you agree?”

Albert was quiet, watching William laugh with the fondest of expressions. When his voice wouldn’t work, he simply smiled, alternating his grip so he could hold William’s wrists with one hand and tickle him with the other.

“Ah! Nohohohohot youhuohohohu twohohohooho! Alhahhahahahhalbehehehehhert!” William could barely speak, flustered and breathless. He was happy though- it was clear as day on his face as his brothers drew out every once of laughter he buried away for so long.

“What a sight to see, wouldn’t you agree?” Hidden just out of view by  the doorway, Moran grinned at Bonde, arms folded across his chest. “Hadn’t seen that sight in awhile.”

“Yes. It’s lovely.” They nodded, equally moved by the nostalgic sight. For a moment, they stood there taking it all in. Then…

“Shall we go get Fred? Give him a similar treatment?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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So I was listen to this song and it made me think. What if Steve tried to kill himself one day and it was Eddie who found him in the middle of it, saved him and wrote this song for him.

I can just picture it’s right after s2 Steve’s beat up from his fight with Billy and the demodogs, Nancy’s and him have just broken up, he has no friends anymore besides the gaggle of middle schoolers he drives around. Things at home are getting worse his dad is constantly telling him he’s a failure, a disappointment and is never going to amount to anything. He realizes that he’s not as straight as he thought(thanks to a curly headed metal head) and to top it off He’s constantly getting abused mentally and physically by him and he just cracks one night.

Steves sitting in his room tears streaming down his face as he cry’s quietly after another beating. All he can think about is how he just wants it to all stop. How maybe this world would be better with out him and no one really needs him. So after his parents go to bed in their separate rooms (cuz let’s be honest their marriage is shit) Steve jumps up grabs his key and heads to his car. Where he then drives out to the. Quarry.

He’s now standing at the ledge looking down. His head is screaming at him to do it to jump and just as he about to he hears a voice behind him. Begging him to step away. Looking over his shoulder there is Eddie wide eyed and terrified that’s he’s about to watch king Steve end himself. He manages to talk Steve down and into his van to take him home with him and that night is were their friendship begins.

Eddie introduces him to hellfire and the CC boys. Steve sits with them at lunch and hangs out at hellfire and band practice. It’s takes the rest to awhile to warmup to Steve but they get there and soon Steve has these amazing friends.

Steve’s changed he no longer cares about what everyone thinks and the way he dresses changes (maybe punk Steve or alternative/metal or a mix),but the biggest change comes after s3 and he goes to Eddie beat to hell again and spills everything that happened to him the last 3 years. That’s the night Eddie writes this song for him. As he has Steve passed out in his bed. It’s when preforming the song for him the first time just the 2 of them (and Steve cried his eyes out and kisses Eddie the first of many times) that Eddie finds out Steve can play guitar. So Steve learns the guitar for that song and when they preform it for the rest of CC to see how they like it they also learn that Steve can sing really well and that’s how Steve joins CC as the lead singer why Eddie does lead guitar.

After everything with S4, It’s the song that starts their careers when they play it at a gig in Indy and Steve and Eddie cry on stage during it. It’s the song that spoke to everyone with troubles in their life needing something to stay strong.

Someone is welcome to turn this into a full fic just tag me in it please!

Lyrics:

You’d kill your self just to escape your life So jaded you can’t see It’s in your suffering and in your strife That purpose lives and breathes If you wanna be the voice for the voiceless Gotta scream until you know that pain Wanna give a little hope to the hopeless Pay your dues in that dark place

Will you turn out the light Or be a human lighthouse Will you fall apart or into place If you’re standing on the ledge So close to giving up on holding on You’ll never know what could of been Who would you be if you just stay strong You are more then what you’re enduring You can make it to the morning All your pain is just a hero forming If you can save, you can save your story

You didn’t choose this but you’ll be defined By the times you didn’t quit You’ll be remembered by what darkness did Or what you did with that

Will you turn out the light Or be a human lighthouse Will you fall apart or into place If you’re standing on the ledge So close to giving up on holding on You’ll never know what could of been Who would you be if you just stay strong You are more then what you’re enduring You can make it to the morning All your pain is just a hero forming If you can save, you can save your story