#I’m constantly 24/7 thinking of her and I TOLD HER NOT TO MOVE ME IN

[mackenzielovee]

gray area (1) — bucky barnes

summary — you meet your new neighbor, Bucky, along with his friends and his son.

wc — 4k

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You stand in the middle of your new driveway, staring up at the townhome that you now hold the keys to. You’d signed your name on the dotted line last week, and although it feels like forever since then, a part of you can’t believe it’s actually happening. 

“Still not sure why you’re so against moving in with me,” Natasha, your best friend, grumbles as she grabs another box out of the truck of your car, “I mean, yeah, there’s a few bad things about my apartment complex, but—”

“Your next door neighbor shot his girlfriend last week,” you argue, then add, “And, half of the people that live there are selling drugs!”

“Okay,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “One, that girl was a bitch. She also survived, so it’s fine. And, honestly, Y/N, everyone is selling drugs these days.”

“I’m not,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at her. 

“Right. You’re too much of a workaholic to be selling — or doing — drugs, anyway. I’m surprised they haven’t paged you—”

“Oh!” you exclaim, “I actually should go check my work phone. Can you get the rest of the boxes out?”

Being a nurse in the critical care unit of one of the best hospitals in your state, you have no choice but to be constantly thinking about your job. Natasha, who runs her own company, understands your need to be available 24/7, although she rarely expresses it. She thinks you hold yourself too accountable, but you disagree. 

Being responsible is the reason you’re able to afford to live on your own at twenty four. Being responsible has landed you a great job, salary, and benefits. Sure, you’ve had to sacrifice to get it, and Natasha thinks you’re lonely, but you’re happy for the most part. 

You check your phone and find nothing, then breathe in a happy breath. That means you’ll get to spend the remainder of the day unpacking and moving in. The boxes are lining the walls and starting to feel overwhelming; the clutter too much for you to handle.

Natasha comes strolling in a few minutes later, holding nothing but a lamp in her hand. You raise a brow, and she smirks. 

“Seriously? That’s all you could carry?” you tease. 

She shrugs, “I found some reinforcements.”

Before you can ask what she means, two men come strolling into your living room, both with boxes in their arms. Your jaw falls as Natasha laughs beside you, shamelessly checking them out as their muscles flex against their tight tee shirts. 

“Where do you want ‘em, Natasha?”

Natasha whips her head over to you, “Babe?”

You swallow when both men look over to you. Up and down their eyes go, taking in your sundress and curled hair before respectfully looking back up at you. They smirk when you stutter under their gazes, then point to the free corner of the living room. 

“Um, over here is fine,” you say, “Thank you so much, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Natasha interrupts, tugging on your elbow, “I already told them how we needed two big, strong guys to help us.”

The blonde sets his boxes down first, then steps forward and extends a hand. You give him a friendly, shy smile and shake it, ignoring the way his large hand engulfs yours. 

“I’m Steve,” he says, “One of the big, strong guys your friend recruited.”

Your smile widens, “Hi, Steve. Thank you very much for being willing to help.”

“No problem, I—”

The other man shoves Steve’s shoulder, then grins at you and extends a hand of his own. 

“Sam Wilson,” he informs you, squeezing your hand, “It’s such a pleasure. We’ve been wondering who was gonna take this place.”

“Now we know,” Steve cuts in, “So, what’s your—”

Your phone buzzes on the counter, and before you even realize what you’re doing, you turn and rush to it. 

“Ouch,” Sam whispers, nudging Steve’s chest before turning to Natasha, “Boyfriend?”

“Worse,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “Job.”

“That’s why I retired years ago,” Sam grins, “Right, Cap?”

Steve’s eyes haven’t left you yet; watching as you slump your shoulders when you realize the alert is just a routine message from the hospital. 

“Let’s go get the rest of the boxes,” Steve grunts, grabbing Sam by the shirt collar. 

Natasha follows the men outside, and after a minute, you do, too. Steve is in the middle of pulling another box from the trunk when you appear outside, dress swaying in the slight breeze. Sam elbows Steve in the chest when he catches him looking, and the men exchange a silent glare before getting back to work. 

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” you gush, placing a gentle hand on Steve’s bicep to stop him, “It’s okay, we can handle it. It’s only a few more, right, Nat?”

Natasha smirks, then shrugs innocently, “I don’t see the harm in letting them help, Y/N. You can always thank them properly later.”

Steve blushes at Natasha’s comment, but doesn’t play into the innuendo in the slightest. Instead, he turns toward you and gives you a gentle smile. 

“We really don’t mind,” he says. 

“Yeah, and he speaks for both of us, now,” Sam grunts. 

You laugh and drop your hand from Steve’s arm as if to give him silent permission to continue. Just as his hands reach around the next box, all of you hear the loud, screeching voice of a toddler. 

“Jamie incoming!”

Sam turns with just enough time to catch the four year-old launching himself into his arms, grinning from ear to ear at the promise of a hug from his uncle. 

“What’s goin’ on, Jay-Man?” Sam asks, gripping the boy tight. 

“Nothin’,” he smiles. 

“I don’t believe you for a second,” Sam laughs, “Where’s your—”

“Jamie, you’ve gotta put shoes on before you run outside. You know better.”

You swallow at the sight of the man stepping off the porch of the house next door and into the grass, where he eyes the toddler resting in Sam’s arms. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a tee shirt, sports messy brown hair, and has stubble that you’d bet is only there because he hasn’t gotten around to shaving. 

“Relax, Buck, he’s a kid,” Sam replies, “Tell him, Jay.”

“I’m a kid,” Jamie repeats, grinning widely. 

The man, the one who left the house following the boy, lets his eyes travel from his friends to you. He gives you a gentle smile and you do the same back to him, feeling your stomach twist and turn the longer his eyes remain on you. 

“Aww!” Natasha squeals, stepping over to Sam and Jamie, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Sam states proudly, “You think he’s cute? He’s got my eyes, doesn’t he?”

You continue to stare, knowing you should stop but completely unable to. When his eyes — those devastatingly blue eyes — leave yours to travel down your body, you swallow. You hope he likes what he sees, but you don’t question where that thought comes from. The male gaze has never been one you’ve longed for, but right now, you can’t remember why. 

His jaw ticks as he breaks into a smile, raising a hand and conducting a small, shy wave. You bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your own grin, waving back. 

“So, he’s your son?” Natasha’s voice draws you back into reality.

Sam shrugs, “I mean, I take care of the rugrat, you know what I mean?”

Natasha nods, her eyes moving toward Steve when he scoffs, “Jamie is not Sam’s kid.”

As if to prove it, Jamie starts to squirm in Sam’s grasp, then makes grabby hands as he reaches for Bucky. 

“Daddy,” he frowns, “Is it snack time?”

Bucky nods and steps forward, reaching out to collect Jamie from Sam, who sighs, now that his cover has been blown. 

“C’mere, buddy,” Bucky says as he takes hold of his son, who immediately cuddles himself into his dad, “We can have a snack if you’re hungry.”

Your heart rate seems to speed up at the image of a father caring for his son so outright — something you never experienced so openly. Shyly, his eyes find yours as he adjusts his son in his hold, giving you a more forced, pained smile. You try to smile back in hopes of telling him that you find Jamie to be cute; that you’re happy to have them next door. 

“C’mon, Sarge, you gotta meet the new neighbor, first,” Sam lectures, pointing over to you, “This is Y/N, even though she never actually introduced herself to us. Y/N, this is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, and his son, Jamie.”

“It’s just Bucky,” he immediately corrects, giving you another small smile as he offers his free hand out to you, “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you reply, holding his gaze for a beat too long before your eyes catch on the little boy in his arms, “And it’s very nice to meet you, Jamie.”

He grows shy in his father’s arms and hides in his chest, earning a laugh from both you and Bucky. 

“Sorry,” Bucky says quietly, “He’ll open up eventually.”

You shake your head, “No need to apologize. He’s very cute.”

As if the compliment was meant for him, Bucky’s cheeks grow pink. To try and conceal it, he looks down at Jamie and tries to get him to talk, but the boy refuses. 

You try to think of something to say; a way to start up a conversation with Bucky, but Steve steps behind you — close enough that you can feel his body heat through your dress — and clears his throat. 

“Want me to take the kid for a snack, Sarge?” Steve questions, noting Bucky’s blushing cheeks. 

“Can we play superheroes, too?” Jamie asks his uncle, perking up. 

“Of course, dude. We can fly on the trampoline and everything.”

Jamie grins and immediately reaches for his uncle, changing grips yet again. Steve laughs and grabs hold of the toddler, then looks down at you. 

“Good to meet you, Y/N,” he says politely, then steps away and pats Bucky on the back, “You got this.”

Bucky’s face burns under the not-so-quiet encouragement from his best friend. Sam and Natasha grab more boxes from the car while simultaneously shamelessly flirting, which leaves you and Bucky outside in the cool air, alone. 

“Sorry about them,” Bucky says quickly, “They make quite the first impression.”

You nod in agreement, “They do. Do all of you live over there?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly, so quickly that you try not to laugh. 

“God, no. The guys just come over to help me take care of Jamie. It’s, uh, just me over there. And Jamie, obviously.”

You laugh at the way he shakes his head, trying to collect his thoughts and stop himself from rambling. When he sees you laughing, he relaxes and even offers a chuckle at himself.

“Anyway,” he changes the subject, “What brings you to the neighborhood?”

“New job,” you answer proudly, “I’m a nurse at West County General.”

He cocks up a brow, “No kidding. Bet that keeps you busy.”

“It sure does,” you agree, “But, it’s really rewarding. I love it.”

He smiles as you smile, and when you see the tips of his ears grow pink, your grin widens. Sam and Natasha emerge from the house then, and they seem to burst whatever bubble you and Bucky have formed for yourself. 

“I should check on Jamie,” he mumbles, already taking a step back, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You grin, giving him a shy wave, “Thank you, Bucky.”

He returns your smile and wave, letting it linger between the two of you for a second too long before he turns and hurries back inside his house. 

When you turn around, Sam and Natasha are leaning up against your car, standing a little too close and looking a little too friendly. Clearing your throat loudly, you earn your best friend's gaze. 

“We should be getting ready, huh?” you ask her, giving her a subtle eyebrow raise. 

She sighs, “Yes. Thanks for the help, Sam. Hope we see each other again soon.”

He winks at her, then gives you a warm smile and a nod before taking a few steps back, inching toward Bucky’s house. 

“Nice to meet you, ladies,” he calls, offering a wave before he turns his back and heads away. 

“God, he’s so hot,” Natasha groans, “Like, did you see those muscles?” 

You chuckle and grab her, pulling her toward your new home, “Come on. Wanda’s gonna be pissed if we’re late.”

“Oh, who cares,” Natasha mumbles, but follows your lead, anyway. 

     The bar that Wanda planned for the three of you to go to is loud and crowded by the time you and Natasha arrive. To celebrate your new move and career, Wanda demanded a night out with you. Naturally, Natasha caught wind of the plans and invited herself — which was fine with you, because you always feel safer having her around while you’re drinking. Wanda, on the other hand, wasn’t wild about the inclusion of your best friend. They put up with each other, but they aren’t fans. And to you, it’s obvious. 

“Y/N!” Wanda squeals, “What do you think of this place? I thought it was cool, kinda has a retro vibe to it.”

“So retro,” Natasha quips, offering Wanda a smug smile. 

You nudge Natasha in the side and look around, taking the place in. It reminds you of Wanda in a way that you’d expect her to like it,  but you don’t necessarily care one way or another. A new area means new bars, new restaurants, and you know you have to figure out what you like and what you don’t. 

“It’s nice,” you smile, “Thank you so much for setting this up.”

“Of course,” she beams, “Let me get us a round. They have a killer lime mojito.”

“Oh, bummer,” Natasha pouts, “I’m actually on this new no-lime diet. Mind getting me a vodka soda?”

Wanda takes a calculated breath, “Sure. Be right back.”

You snort as soon as Wanda disappears and turn around to Natasha, who is smirking proudly at herself. When she catches your raised eyebrows, she feigns innocence and shrugs her shoulders. 

“What?” she teases, “It’s a real diet.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “Sure it is.”

“It is!” she laughs, then nudges you over to the two available barstools. You set your purse down on the bar and Natasha sits while you remain standing, not wanting Wanda to feel left out, “It’s new. I’m on a no-lime, all-new neighbor Sam diet.”

You let out a loud laugh, “Oh, right. He doesn’t even live over there, you know.”

“He doesn’t?”

“No,” you shake your head, “Bucky told me—”

“Bucky told you?” she gasps, grabbing your arms, “Oh, tell me exactly what Bucky told you.”

You huff, “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not!” she protests, “I just want to know what your sexy new neighbor told you.”

“Stop.”

“Stop, what?”

You both turn and find Wanda standing there with three drinks in her hands, looking like she could use some help. Immediately, you grab one of them and set it down on the bar, then trade Natasha her drink for yours. 

“Oh, Y/N’s got this really hot neighbor,” Natasha fills her in, sipping her drink, “Total DILF.”

“Nat,” you hiss, then turn to Wanda, “He’s just a nice guy. He’s got a four year old son.”

“Look at you, remembering details,” Wanda teases, and suddenly, she and Natasha are laughing together — like they’re actually friends. 

“Oh, please,” you huff, downing half of your drink and listening to Natasha cheer you on before you speak again, “I’m sure he has someone, anyway.”

“He was blushing hard,” Natasha points out. 

“He was?” Wanda gasps. 

“Stop!” you demand, laughing as you take another sip, “Nat, why don’t we gossip about you and Sam, instead.”

She grins mischievously, “Yeah, I’ve definitely got my eye on him. But, that’s not as fun as watching you squirm.”

Wanda laughs, “Totally.”

You roll your eyes and finish off your drink, knowing Natasha is about to start in again, and you’re much too sober for it. 

“Wanda, you should’ve seen the way Bucky’s friend, Steve, was flirting with her, too,” she continues, “He carried in boxes, and I’ll be damned, she even put her hand on his arm! And that man is all muscles. She loves to play innocent, but I think she knows what she’s doing.”

“She definitely does,” Wanda agrees, “I’m sure you’ve got both of those guys in a chokehold already. This will be interesting.”

You sigh, “Anyway.”

“Aw, don’t get all pouty,” Nat teases. 

“I’m just not looking for that right now,” you explain casually, waving down the bartender for another drink, “I want a quiet life. My own house, my job, and my weekend outings with you guys. I don’t need some guy.”

They both soften as they stare at you, listening closely as you explain your feelings to them. They know how you’ve been handled by men in the past, and they understand that you’re not like them. You can’t let it roll off your back the way you do; you take it personally. You get hurt when you shouldn’t. You attach meaning to things where others don’t. Now, with your job and your improved mental state, you don’t feel like risking any of it over a man. 

“Well, cheers to that, then,” Wanda breaks the silence, holding her cup up in the air, “Let’s get fucking drunk.”

     You wake the next morning with regret, anxiety, and one big, fat headache. You groan and curse out loud at yourself, then climb out of the bed to get some coffee and aspirin in you. Briefly, you consider food, but the thought makes your stomach turn. 

You spy a note on the counter in Natasha’s handwriting, which is the first thing that clues you in that she isn’t here. 

Thanks for last night! Had to run. Chores to do at home. Still coming on Tuesday night with Chinese to help you unpack, so you better not be called in to work. 

XOXO,

Nat 

You smile at it as you fire up the coffee maker, then dig through the open box on your counter until you find the bottle of aspirin you always keep handy. You recap the night in your mind; the teasing about the neighbors, the drinks, the dancing, the drinks, the karaoke, the drinks. You hadn’t planned on drinking so much, but you wanted to let off some steam. Given that you work a fourteen hour shift tomorrow, you feel like you deserved it. Now, you’re not so sure. 

     After a few hours, your headache starts to subside and your stomach growls. Knowing you don’t have any food in the house and refusing to do an entire grocery store run, you resort to picking up takeout. 

As you pull down the newly familiar street with a bag of food sitting on your passenger seat, you notice motion at the house next to yours. Steve is out in Bucky’s front yard, tossing a foam football around with Noah. You smile at the sight, then let your eyes travel a little further left. Bucky is pushing a mower down his lawn, shirtless, sweaty, and showstopping. 

You groan when you realize you’re in shorts and a giant sweatshirt with messy hair; not at all presentable for him. Then, you scold yourself for even thinking that way. 

We’re just neighbors. That’s it. 

Regardless, you still try to fix your hair before you get out of the car. Steve recognizes your vehicle and waves over to Bucky, who stops the mower and walks over to his garage, where he grabs a cloth to wipe up his sweat. 

You climb out of the car shyly, wondering if you should clear out your garage today just so this could be avoided in the future. Before you even lock the doors, Steve’s voice carries across the yard. 

“Go ahead, buddy. She’s right there.”

You furrow your brows, gripping your food a little tighter. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Y/N.”

You can’t help but grin as soon as you hear his little voice, and you forget all about your hangover and the bag of grease in your hand as you spin around. 

“Good afternoon, Jamie,” you reply, watching the little boy’s cheeks grow pink, “Are you kicking your uncle’s butt in football?”

You gesture to the foam ball in Jamie’s palms, and shyly, he nods his head. 

“Yes,” Jamie grins, “He’s not very good.”

“Excuse me,” Steve cuts in, “I’ve taught him everything he knows.”

“Everything?”

Your eyes move from Jamie and Steve to Bucky, who is approaching with a teasing grin. You stare as he brings his cloth around the back of his neck and wipes his sweat away, then drags his eyes from his friend over to you. 

His muscles in his chest flex then, and you visibly swallow and look away. You swear you hear Steve’s low chuckle, but you don’t dare look over out of fear that the men will see right through you. 

“Hi, Y/N,” Bucky greets you, watching as you hesitantly look back up at him again. 

“Hi, Bucky,” you reply, trying to figure out what to follow up with, only to blurt, “Yard looks good.”

Steve snorts and you clamp your lips together, wishing silently that you could snatch the words right out of the air and back into your mouth. 

Even so, Bucky’s lips tip up into a genuine smile, and you swear you see the high points of his cheeks go pink — just like Jamie’s. 

“Thanks,” he says sheepishly, “I’m happy to help you out with yours anytime you need it.”

He watches as you recoil at his kindness, letting your shoulders drop and a pout form on your lips. Steve sighs audibly, but neither of you even glance his way. 

“Thank you very much, I appreciate that,” you smile. 

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you grow stuck in a trance of sorts as you explore him with your eyes; his tan skin, his chest, his softening belly that makes your knees feel physically weak, and his messy hair. His soft brown eyes that work all over your body, too. 

“Wouldn’t want that food to get cold, Y/N,” Steve says knowingly, drawing you and Bucky away from each other. 

“Right. I’ll let you guys get back to it,” you give Bucky a nod and he returns it, then you move your eyes down to Jamie, “Nice to see you, Jamie. Keep beating him, okay?”

Jamie grins, “Okay.”

Steve and Bucky both laugh and so do you, and with a wave to Steve, you disappear inside your house. You try not to replay the entire thing in your head as you set your food out to eat. You turn on a show on the TV that is only half hooked up, and just as you start to eat, you hear the lawnmower fire up again. 

With minimal hesitation and refusal to think twice, you hurry over to your window — the one that faces Bucky’s — and watch as he pushes the mower down the side of his house. He’s focused, sweaty, and tan, and it stirs something inside of you. Careful not to get caught, you let your food get cold on the coffee table, Steve be damned. Bucky is a sight to see, and you find nothing wrong with indulging. It means nothing, you tell yourself. It means nothing. He’s just nice to look at, that’s all.

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 32

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x OC!Witch

Warnings:none

Words:2144

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Bright and early, you leave your house to check on Evita. Sam had told you making just one of those wards had drained her of all energy. Just one. And there was so many more she needed to make in order to protect the borders of La Push and Forks.

Evita sat out on Sam’s front porch, a mug in her hands that had ribbons of rising steam trailing from it. Her face was pale, too pale opposed to her usual tan complexion. But her eyes when they flick to you are still alive and observant. A hair band pushed away her tightly wound curls to show off the pale pink scars on her face. “Good morning (y/n).”

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” You ask and sit on the front steps, angling your body toward her since there was only one chair on the porch.

She sighs and leans back, her shoulders sagging. “It’s taking a lot longer to recover my energy. I was hoping I’d be able to make another ward today, but I don’t think I’ll be up for it.”

“Sam said you had a friend coming.”

With a hum, she nods. “Yes. But I don’t know when he’ll be here. He’s constantly on the move. Most of the time he doesn’t have cellular service.” Her fingers tap against her mug. “I didn’t know it would take that much out of me. I’m not the strongest witch out there, but I’m fairly competent. I’ve seen my mother make wards before but mainly for our home. Nothing for a large reach of land. Times like these I wish she was here or even Leti. Leti was the most talented of our whole family. That’s why Xiomara saw her as a threat.”

She really hadn’t had time to mourn her sister. Now she was far away from any kind of family and help. You admire her tenacity. How strong she was even though Evita couldn’t have been much older than you. You think of your parents and how relieved they were when they saw you last night. Constantly making them worry about your wellbeing. Not even being with Edward had soothed them. Was Evita’s mom equally worried about her young daughter all alone?

”By the way,” Evita takes a sip from her mug before she proceeds “who was that girl yesterday? I don’t think I was introduced to her before.”

You knew who she meant. “That was Bella Swan.”

One thick eyebrow arches in intrigue. “TheBella Swan?”

“The one and only.”

You catch the space of skin between her brows crease. “Interesting. In a room crowded with wolves, I sensed her above them all.”

“What do you mean?”

Evita pauses for a few breaths to mull her words over in her head. “Hmmm, I should I put this. . . People, whether they be human or something else all have an aura. In the state that overcomes me when I’m performing my craft, my ability to see them intensifies. And you said Edward had never been able to read her thoughts?”

Affirmatively you nod wondering what this was leading to.

“That kind of aura,well, many magic welders have one just like her’s.”

“You’re saying Bella is a witch?”

“She’d have to practice at it, but yes she does have the capability of being a witch.” Her drink depleted, Evita sets it down next to one of the legs of the deck chair. Fixedly she looks at you, shooting you unspoken words that you read loud and clear.

Pursing your lips, you lean back against the stair rail. “Can she learn fast?”

“Normally I would say no.” Admits Evita. “But it’s not that often a human is naturally immune to a vampire’s power.” Her fingers tighten around a small jar that hung off her neck, caged in silver wire and strung with rope. You remember her making it. It protected her thoughts from Edward and other prying minds. She'd made it when she found out Edward could read everyone's thoughts except for Bella's and now your own.

Letting out a small sigh, Evita picks her mug back up and stands. You follow suit. "I need to get my strength back as soon as possible." She taps the mug. "This tea helps. I've already had three cups of it."

"Is there anything the pack can do in the meantime?" You ask her.

Evita's face glows and with her free hand, she holds your hand for a moment. "Spend time with your vampire now that you have him. Take this opportunity to bond before chaos ensues."

While she had spoken lightly as it was meant to cheer you, you couldn't help the shadow of worry cast over you at her last words. Foreboding of times to come.

Evita was to wait for her friend to arrive before she even entertained the idea of training Bella. She was no teacher and wouldn't even know where to begin with such a daunting task. She said his name was Dieufel and he was older than Letizia by three years. Still relatively young, but Dieufel was extremely talented and had traveled around the world to gain knowledge of all the known magicks out there. Dieufel called Haiti his home and had been there the last time Evita heard from him. That was a while ago.

While Dieufel wasn't the only magic wielder Evita knew, she was much more familiar with him since Letizia had gone on a few trips with him through the years of their acquaintanceship. "After yesterday though, I realize we'll need more people on deck to make the other wards."

“We’ll get them. Carlisle and Jasper are already on the road to get more vampires on our side.” You assure her. “And Edward texted me this morning that Alice also left last night too.”

“I hope they find success.” Evita smiles.

You left so Evita could get more rest and head back down the road. When you got home, you planned on suggesting a day for your date. Even thinking about it made you smile like a fool. While you wished you could go out on your first date right then and there, you couldn’t. You had to finish your summer school work before you academically fail even more. Not even werewolves could escape school.

Passing by the Black house, you notice Bella’s car pulling into the gravel driveway. This was the most you’d ever seen of Bella. Even when the vampires and wolves had been training together.

She hops out of the driver’s side and waves to you.

You wave back and anxiously eye Jacob’s garage where he always was when wolf duties didn’t pull him away.

Did Jacob tell her about imprinting on Evita? You wish you’d gone to check on him first before Evita. Internally you curse yourself for being a bad friend.

“You and Jake hanging out today?” You ask her, doing your best to be polite.

“Actually I wanted to see how Evita was doing.” She rubs anxiously at her arm despite the weather not being chilly at all. “Yesterday was really intense.”

“I think Evita would appreciate it.” You smile. Would Bella be happy about potentially being a witch? It could be a burden for her, something else to remind her of how her life has been tossed around by the world Edward and you live in. She would never have been privy to it prior to her life in Forks. There had been no fear of actual vampires walking on the same streets she walked. “I just came back from there. I think she wanted to talk to you too.”

Relief smoothed out the nervous lines on her face and she really smiles.

It was unwise though for Jacob to be anywhere near Evita right now. Evita didn’t need another situation on her plate.

You open your mouth, prepared to offer to take her to Sam’s yourself, when Jacob pops out of the garage with his house keys in his hands. He froze when he finds you there standing right next to Bella. Being friends for over a decade, you knew each of Jacob’s facial expressions and what they meant. His was one of guilt. You didn’t want to admonish him in front of Bella in case he hadn’t told her yet. But you definitely didn’t want him to go to Sam’s, especially if the alpha wasn’t their to monitor him and Evita.

“You guys might have to postpone your visit though. Evita’s still pretty tired and was going back to sleep when I left.” You smoothly explain, regretting the lie when you saw Bella’s look of disappointment.

“Oh, okay. Guess we’ll do a rain check.” Bella nonetheless smiles at you and is about to go back to her car when Jacob cut in.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes.”

Uh oh. You were wondering when his adolescent wolf brain would kick in. “She was pretty exhausted Jake. Plus Sam’s not there right now.”

You were getting in the way of him and his mate and his stupid testosterone was making him act irrationally.

Jacob’s jaw ticked.

Overly aware of Bella being so close to him, you slowly side step closer to her in case he did explode. She didn’t know what was going on; why Jacob had suddenly turned feral.

“She’s okay Jake.” You don’t pull your eyes away from his. “Everything’s fine. Let her sleep. It’s no use going if she’s sleeping.”

You nudge Bella’s arm, indicating for her to shift behind you and start to slowly move to her car.

Don’t do anything stupid you idiot. You think to yourself, unable to shout it at him through pack telepathy.

“(y/n). . .” Bella whispers at your back. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Nothing’s wrong with him.” Well, if he wasn’t going to tell her now then you’d have to. “He’s just imprinted on Evita is all and is acting like a stupid male wolf.”

You saying it out loud snapped him of whatever stupor he had so quickly plummeted in.

“On Evita?” Bella breathes out shakily.

“Yes. And he’s acting irrationally because he doesn’t know how to deal with it.” You were tired of keeping the poor human in the dark. “Because he always wanted to imprint on you, Bella. But we don’t get the choice in that and we have to live with it and accommodate.”

Bella addresses Jacob “Is that why you didn’t tell me sooner? How long have you known?”

He glares at you for revealing everything to Bella when he wasn't ready. "Since the first day she got here."

"She doesn't know yet. It's best for her right now to focus on getting the wards up for protection. She doesn't need this imprinting mess impeding on her work." You remind him. "If you act like this in front of her, she'll definitely know something's up. So it's best if Jacob just stays away for the time being."

Now Bella knew Jacob had used her just to see Evita.

Chancing turning away from Jacob, you say to Bella in a softer tone "Evita really does want to meet you though. She said. . . She said you might be helpful to her."

The hurt on her face stalled for a moment. "Really?"

You nod. "If you feel like you need a wolf chaperone to go to Sam's, then I'd be happy to accompany you next time." While Bella hadn't shown any romantic attachment to Jacob (that you'd seen at least), you knew it might hurt losing another close person to imprinting.

You'd give her credit though as she took a deep breath and nods. "Thanks (y/n). I think I'll just go home for now. But can you call me tomorrow if Evita is ready?"

"Of course."

You and Jacob watch as she hastily drove off. Immediately Jacob verbally tore into you. Condemning you for telling her something that wasn't for you to tell. The news of his imprinting was something he should have announced when he was ready. But it was clear keeping this from Bella was the wrong choice. And you used that fact to snap back. He'd been the one who was inconsiderate to Bella's feelings. Of course this would be tough to tell her regardless.

By the end of it, both of you were trembling, your wolf threatening to come to the surface and snap actual deadly teeth against someone who had been one of your closest friends. For fear of an actual fight breaking out, you storm off to your house even though you wanted to go back and tussle with Jacob. You remind yourself how you were when you first imprinted on Edward. Such a confusing time but you'd found isolation the best way to come to terms with your new reality. Perhaps that was what Jacob needed too.

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[tetsunabouquet]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @vespersposts I invite all of my followers to join! Also, THERE IS NO QUESTION 5

1. Are you named after anyone? Not exactly. Both my parents names actually have a name meaning related to water, and I was also born in a hospital with a beachview, so my mom was adamant about me having another water themed name when she was naming me. Same goes for my middle name, though that isn't actually officially mine as my middle name 'occured' to her when I was like a few months old and in my country, adding an official middle name later on after the child is born costs quite some money.

2. When was the last time you cried? 3 hours ago or something. My vivid imagination was thinking about story ideas, and then I thought of this dramatic one that made me spill a few tears.

3. Do you have kids? No human ones, only furry ones.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? As someone on the spectrum, I struggle with sarcasm so not really.

6. What's your eye color? Hazel, the type that has various colours. Dark brown is my most dominant, but my eyes also contain bits of jade green, amber and steel grey.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Kind of both? I've been a horror fan since I saw the children's horror comedy, The Little Vampire, at the age of 4 but I also really like seeing people who deserve something good to happen to them find their happy ending.

8. Any special talents? Well, other then the ones related to art, I do have a few good impressions. Mainly Brenna from Toddlers & Tiaras and Lucas Hanni from Eurovision 2019.

9. Where were you born? The Netherlands.

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, creating things, dancing

11. Have you any pets? 4 cats. Mitzie Gaynor Queenie is the eldest, named after the actress Mitzi Gaynor because of Breakfast At Pluto and Queenie because the little lady is a real kitty queen.

Then you have Poosie Kleptomania. She's the inspiration behind the cat in my Midorima drabble, and was named Poosie because of Pose, as this girl is a real charming little lady that would win in any ballroom (at least if you ask me). Her middle name stems from her extreme tendencies of theft.

Bollywood Klaagzang is my youngest girl. She really loved Bollywood movies ever since she was a kitten, and Klaagzang is a Dutch word for 'lamenting' which literally means a song or word spoken with a complaining tone. If there's anyone who's constantly bitching, its Bolly. She's the kind of diva who's literally whining for attention 24/7. She's whining on my lap as I type actually. One hand isn't enough.

Somi Pantherjoy the Shadowcat is the youngest and sole male. He's named after the K-POP idol Somi, because he's a cross between a European short hair and a Siamese cat, and because Somi is Dutch Canadian-Korean, it seemed like a fitting biracial name in a sense? He's a large, athletically build black cat though, hence the 'Pantherjoy the Shadowcat' part.

12. What sports do you play/have played? Aerial hoop. I quit as a beginner though, because of drama with the sport studio. The sport instructors were good, but one I befriended because we were close in age and that ended up in this massive drama between us and whilst they were good at training people, the bussiness itself behind it? A HUGE mess. When I emailed the administration about the drama, how to sort it out, if I could arrange something like be told on notice on which days she'd be in which studio (as they actually had two) to avoid contact with her and go to the one she wouldn't go instead, it pretty much launched into a whole new drama solely based on the fact, this was a company very clearly created by sport instructors of whom none had a background in administration, bussiness, or anything whatsoever and they didn't cared about hiring people who were either. I have plans to move to a different city with a studio that isn't owned by them so I've been thinking of picking it back up once I'm there.

13. How tall are you? My ID says 162 cm according to the measures made at the town's council building but someone measured me for something a year or so after and they said 161 cm, so... (5'3-ish).

14. Favorite subject in school? Economy. I'm good with money, and I'm an accountant studies drop-out actually. My mentor had difficulties with me because of my autism, and thus was pretty much useless. Once I got stuck, I decided to drop out.

15. Dream job? A child's author and toy designer. I dream of creating my own book series and toys based on the books. Perhaps even fashion dolls. I'd like to create an 'adult' version of the series with BJD dolls once I've had an audience who grew up with my stories. I even have some low-key thoughts on a theme park. I pretty much want to be the unproblematic Disney of children's literature. That would be the dream!

[starlight-time-machine]

Week in Review

08/18/2024 – 08/24/2024

Sunday

Week 28 of missing Cipher Academy

UNDEAD UNLUCK PEAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK Ruin coming back to ruin the day is another callback moment, but it’s so gratifying to see Fuuko react entirely different this time around – it really shows just how much she’s grown. In general, Fuuko’s just so kickass in this chapter…AND THE TITLE DROP WITH ANDY COMING BACK AHHHHHHHHHHH

SpyFam was literally a nothing chapter lol not to be a slice of life complainer but. Even the slice of life elements of it weren’t interesting to read.

Nui ni Koishite ii Desu ka?: I haven’t read a lot of straight romance manga…I’m just not big into the genre, I think… But I felt strangely compelled by this one when I saw a plot description on Twitter, and I surprisingly really enjoyed reading it. I think I just like romances where the main leads are forced into a situation where they have to help each other out/keep a mutual secret (such as Fruits Basket). I like the comedy that arises from their absurd situation, I like that the girl is a little unsettling about her love of plushies, and I like that due to the nature of the curse, the guy has to be invested in making the girl happy. God, if this manga had come out like ten years ago, it would’ve gotten the 60 chapter run it deserved rather than the rushed 2 volume run we got here… The romance progressed quickly, which was nice, but I would’ve really loved to see them either develop the romantic build up more or explore their life as a couple afterwards, especially in regards to each other’s families (we haven’t seen the girl’s family at all)… I haven’t read the ending yet so there’s still a bit to go, but I mourn for what could have been. Now I’m gonna have to be the weirdo championing for this shoujo manga that literally like only ten people outside of Japan have read…

Monday

Umm

Tuesday

REVUE STARLIGHT EL DORADO HAS FINALLY ARRIVED I have work to do but I couldn’t help myself and played through a route…the Kaoruko and Maya route is sooo funny and cute, and seeing Ayasa reach new heights in her voice acting as Salvatore was a real highlight. I was, admittedly, a little disappointed in the overarching story: I was hoping Judy would be more of a menace like they were priming her to be, and I can’t believe they didn’t even show us the KaoMaya corporate bonding retreat… The most this route did was give Class B more of a spotlight, but even then they were kind of just reaffirming their intentions without going through much of a real arc. El Dorado was fun, and the music was great, but it being truncated also left me wanting more. (And this is unfair to El Dorado, but Salvatore’s backstory was so similar to Ouyang’s from She Who Became the Sun that I was expecting a similar arc trajectory, only to be somewhat let down when it wasn’t as brutal as SWBTS lol. But maybe that’ll be different in the full version of El Dorado.)

Watched the Make Some Noise episode with Brennan, Jacob, and Lou and goddd it was so funny. The three of them have great energy together.

Wednesday

Umm

Thursday

Read through both volumes of Until I Love Myself, and it was a pretty well told and moving memoir. I appreciated the care that the mangaka put towards depicting the differences in other people’s experiences and how they may have gaps in their own knowledge, but their commitment to connecting with others is inspiring to see. I would give it a 7/10 overall.

Friday

I picked up Potion Permit again. I had bought it in like 2023 and played the shit out of it, but seeing that the dev team was still constantly pushing out pretty major updates, I wanted to wait until it was more complete to play it again. Fast forward to now, where my friend got Fields of Mistria on early access and streamed it to me because I was also interested in the game…it’s cute looking, but I think the issue with a lot of indie games is that their art direction is gorgeous but their writing suffers. And considering how I only play farming sims if there’s a Love Interest I want to date, and how none of Mistria’s options really interest me right now (and the lack of multiplayer)…I probably won’t pick it up in the future. But seeing the various items you can collect and running around doing tasks made me nostalgic for Potion Permit, hence the return of my potion madness. More on it when this gaming binge session ends.

Saturday

Potion Permit’s got me in a vice grip. It’s undeniably a mediocre game, but there’s something about it that really compels me. People have called it grindy and unfinished, and that much is true, but I love grinding the resources and fighting the creatures and doing my little tasks around town in the most efficient way possible and levelling up my bonds with the villagers. I think I just like the conceit of being an apothecary more than being a farmer – I love making potions and supplying them and doing little puzzles as a break away from the regular gameplay. Writing wise it definitely struggles a little, as most of the bond stories aren’t that deep or engaging (Matheo’s romance path is like the only one that has any real chemistry). I feel like there’s an outline of a personality for each character, but their dialogue writing just doesn’t do those personalities justice (the writing voices aren’t strong, and sometimes there are grammatical oddities that make things sound off). Also there’s just way too many characters. Did we really need two sets of “doubles”? And have all four of their names start with D??? Despite of all my gripes, however, I can get sucked into playing this game for hours on end…I’m probably going to go until I max rank everyone’s bond levels and then consider the game complete lol. 7/10.

[dubiousbutterfly]

7/16/24-1:41 am

So much has happened since I last posted…..sigh. I have moved. I have changed jobs… i have tried overcoming fears. It is hard. It is all hard. Life is hard. I am getting older but i still struggle with things I struggled with as a teenager. I hate being insecure. One moment I am confident, the next moment it is gone. I thought this stuff changed as you got older….UGH!! I am finding myself falling back into old habits when it is concerning weightloss. I need to lose weight…like 100%. I have been in the pre-diabetes stage for a while…I never had issues with working out or even losing weight before I had my knee surgery. It has all just changed but I have not given up. My body seems so different now….

I am angry with myself for getting here…but I also survived a rape and put on 30 pounds after that…within in one year. That is bananas to me. I just want to feel comfortable in my skin and just love me but I can’t help but think that I will still not show my myself love even at a lower weight. I constantly think I am not good enough or will not ever be. I don’t know how to shake that. It really angers me because I now I am worthy of love…not only love in general but love from myself….WHY is it so difficult? Why do I still care about what my mom thinks about me……why can’t I just get over all the thrash that I went through as a child and young adult with her. Sometimes I cringe when she make any comment about my weight. I feel gross. She told me once that she was just joking about calling me Miss Piggy….I guess I did not get the joke. She said she doesn’t remember talking to my older brother about my body and the slight fluffiness I had as a teen….the thought of hearing your mother discuss your potential weightloss with your older brother like he is and expert on weightloss or like his opinion even matters.

GRRRRRRRRRRR….

I’m so good. I gotta figure this ish out. I don’t want to carry this with me for the rest of my life….it sounds dreadful.

I am determined to have it all.

I want the healthy body….with a healthy relationship with food….

I want the acceptance of the past and letting go of the wrong that others did to me and not letting that impact me.

I just want it all.

I think I can do.

[jodilin65]

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 30, 1990 Boy, is having a roommate ever going to take some getting used to! 2 or 3 years ago I’d jump at the chance to have a good, decent, honest roommate such as Andy. And you know how compatible and how much alike we are. Lately, though, I’ve been wanting to spend more and more time alone. The desire for company and for going out places is vanishing like running water down a drain. The desire to have a lover and a baby is also being flushed down the toilet. At first, I was beginning to think something was wrong with me but I now think it’s just a case of my not wanting any bullshit.

As far as a lover’s concerned, like with Brenda for example, I know I’m a decent person, I don’t hate myself, but at the same time, I feel I’m not good enough for her. I don’t want to be with someone and have to be constantly asking myself, did I do or say something wrong? Also, I don’t want to have to worry about her or anyone else not understanding me. I know and understand myself and that’s enough. What others don’t know or understand won’t hurt them. All I want is casual sex here and there. Of course, that’ll be once a lifetime cuz I’m so picky and don’t go to bars and cuz there are so few feminine ones. I have my fantasies, though, which are the most fulfilling.

Later…

I fell asleep near 6:00 this morning only to wake up at 10:00, so I do need to try to sleep more.

Also, I’m psyched for New Year’s Eve tonight as I realize I’ve got 3 more years till fame and fortune and you know I’m right with my premonitions and predictions. Speaking of those, I’ve been having more and more. Bizarre ones too that kind of freaked me out a bit. One night Brenda and I were lying in bed when I just came out and said, “Someone lost money.” She said yes, a guy in CVS. I said it was a $20 bill and she said yes it was and a lady picked it up for him.

Another thing was, a few days before December I predicted we’d have a major snowstorm on December 28th. I was right.

MONDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1990 Andy will be moving in next Saturday and storing his furniture at his old house which his brother owns. Starting tomorrow, he’s going to be bringing shit over here and there.

Ma doesn’t know, so she’ll continue paying the part of the rent she pays. She’s been a major bitch to me and was incredibly rude to both Andy and me over the phone when we spoke to her about Phoenix. She really pisses me off. Especially when last year she said she’d help financially with the move to Arizona and agreed with us as far as our reasons for moving, and now she wants nothing to do with it. I bet her anger has to do with good old Miss Jennifer C and other members of this sick family which me and Andy harassed to death over the phone, but if I receive any subpoenas, I’m not going to court.

I have not smoked since yesterday, the 23rd at 2:30 AM. It’s been 28½ hours.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1990 Brenda and I went to Tammy’s today and I got the upright vacuum I’ve been wanting from Mom and Dad, and Tammy and Bill and the kids gave me a gorgeous necklace with matching earrings and another pair of earrings and some perfume.

Tammy was upset cuz she could sense something was wrong with me and at first, I wouldn’t talk to her. I explained to her how I broke up with Brenda cuz I’m so used to being alone and I felt I wasn’t stable enough for her. I told her that cuz I’m a night person and I don’t have a bigger sex drive and I’m not calm 24/7 I felt I wasn’t good enough. Tammy says every relationship I get into I run scared when a person gets too close. She also says my past has affected me badly and that I’m too negative. I told her I didn’t feel I was pushing Brenda away and that I felt I was doing her a favor. I also told her that I felt I was being practical, not negative. After being alone for 25 years it’s too hard to jump into a relationship and I no longer care to put the effort into a relationship and have to deal with trying to communicate and compromise with the person. Also, I never was overwhelmed in a good way by Brenda and I’ll never have anyone I am overwhelmed by. What good would it do me anyway, to have a person I’m overwhelmed by? All they’d do is dump me. Either that or I’ll get someone I’ll end up dumping.

Andy will be moving in within the next two weeks so we can save money and move to Phoenix.

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 4, 1990 Do I get snow for my b-day? No, of course not. Instead, it’s raining cats and dogs out there.

About half an hour ago Tammy called. At 7:30 Brenda called. Oh, by the way, Brenda and I are just friends now. At 5:30, Andy called as he couldn’t sleep either. I’ve been awake now for 16 hours. I need to go to Food Fart desperately, but can’t till noon, and I don’t think I can hold out till then. I just don’t feel like going to bed, though. Oh, what the heck? I’ll sleep for a few hours. Not too many cuz I have therapy tomorrow.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1990 Well, two more days and here comes a b-day I sure as hell thought I’d never see. A quarter of a century. I get smarter and more talented and more experienced with each year, but all in all, I still feel the same as when I was 10 or 15 or 20. Despite my lungs, that is, but today I don’t feel quite so bad. Of course, it was kind of miraculous I even made it to my 18th birthday with all the shit that I went through what with jumping out the window, overdosing, and other people trying to kill me physically or mentally.

Well, although I won’t have my foot in the door with the fame and fortune till 1994, as my vibes tell me, I have a feeling that 1991 is going to be a special year for me in a different, but very good way. I’m 100% sure now about smoking, but there’s other stuff scheduled. I’m not going to be so cursed anymore. The shit that happened to my lungs wasn’t meant to be just cuz of my singing, but it was also maybe a testing period, too. I’ve done my time with survival tests, that’s for sure. No, I do not think 1991 brings a woman I’m overwhelmed by and that’s my ideal type person-wise. That was never meant to be.

[leo-k-102105]

continued…

I’ve had a whole lot of anxiety from me holding in everything and i feel like crying when i am alone w/ my thoughts which i dont like. I want someone to talk to so bad. Even if i do start talking, my brain starts going rlly fast and i cant write or say how im feeling so i shut down. I hate it so bad.

My chest dysphoria has been worse than ever becuz i rlly think christina put my binder somewhere and i hate when i see my chest. like when i had my binder, it wouldn’t even do much since my chest is so big. and i keep getting misgendered and deadnamed every. single. fucking. day. I’ve just gotten so tired. I’ve given up on my parents and the only happiness i have now is my dog at my moms and at school. sad. and even that is ending in like ~3 months and then i have to deal with being at home 24/7 and being called Isabelle and a girl and legit everyone using she/her pronouns. like thats why im in my room 24/7 karen. to get away from people misgendering me and deadnaming me constantly. The constant invalidation is taking a toll on me.

My mother never even noticed that i dont talk to her anymore abt personal stuff yet she claims that we all do. like 🤔. at least my mother got me rainbow flip flops 😁. I’m totally going to wesr them to my fathers just to annoy him 😂

also, i feel rlly bad for my uncle who is getting married this june but my grandparents refuse to go. they r so homophobic that they wont even go to my uncles wedding. 🖕🏻. Apparently my grandma said something mean to my uncles fiancé at. my. aunts. wedding. (i would’ve gone off on her if i was around) and legit everyone on both sides are extremely religious, homophobic, transphobic. I feel so loved lmao. so when i start T eventually i would imagine that my grandpa on my fathers side eould probably start talking abt religion the entire time and how much of a disgrace i am. yay me.

My brother legit told my father that he thought my fathers church was a cult lmao. (i think that too lol)

i am planning on using my saved $ to be me my own binder since mine mysteriously disappeared and my mother would never get me one herself.

OMFG last friday i wanted to go to a youth group for lgbtq+ teens, so i asked my father if he could pick me up at 8pm and he made up an excuse that he was busy. like he never is busy at 8pm 🤔. he also told my mother that since it was a universal church (or smth like that) and that he didn’t believe in it. he also saw that it had lgbtq+ on it so he made up the excuse that he was busy (he wasn’t) I asked him to pick me up there since my stepfather said he could drop me off. My therapist legit recommended it to me and my mother. that was also the time when he told me i need straight friends. i legit laughed at him. he pisses me of so fucking much. i also have to go to his house tomorrow *today* so yay. He also said this morning that my cousins were coming over to go bowling later and then he aggressively told me “then u better come over” after i told him i wanted to go, i shut down and didn’t talk until 2nd period of school. like bffr😂. it is legit 7:30 am. Jesus. I just cant wait to move out.

rant lol i wrote this at like 11 pm

[michelle-is-writing]

I’ll always protect you, Dick Grayson

Rating: M

Word Count: 2k~

Dick never gets mad when I tell him I’m going out with friends. In fact, he encourages it, and I’m so happy he does. He’s told me many times that he loves spending time with me, but I should also spend time with friends. He’s not the “you have to be with me 24/7” type of boyfriend; although, I don’t think he would complain if that were the case. He says it’s only fair since he has to work at night, so he’s not always awake to do certain things. If only I knew what it is about his job that makes him so tired when he gets home.

When I texted him about tonight, he sent a happy response back, hoping I had a fun night. For a few minutes, that’s all he said until he sent another text.

Is that new guy going to be there?

Now, Dick isn’t the jealous type, nor is he controlling; but he is very cautious and knows trouble when he sees it. Especially when the man introduced himself to me as ‘Jake,’ followed by ‘a man who can tell a woman’s personality just by her blouse’. I wasn’t too happy with his comment myself, but Dick wanted to absolutely destroy this man.

It’s a girls night, and as far as we know, it’s just us

I sent Dick this message right as we clocked out, and the girls agreed. Nobody had invited him, so there’s no way Jake was tagging along. Finally, we can head out and have fun together without worrying about the pervy asshole who can’t take a hint.

“Guys, I’m thinking about calling corporate to complain about him because H-R hasn’t done a damn thing about it,” one of my coworkers announces as we all sit around a circle table, drinks in hand. We’ve been here for a while now, and as I drink this third glass, I’m feeling pretty good. “I’m getting sick and tired of his quote-on-quote funny jokes when really it’s just him being disgusting.”

“I agree,” I respond, nodding my head. “It’s getting to be too much. I know the position is hard to keep people in but is he really getting his job done when he’s constantly harassing us?” My question gains a chorus of amens before we all agree on letting it go and enjoying the night.

That is until a certain jerk makes an appearance at our table with a whole new list of inappropriate comments and jokes to make in front of us. Instead of getting the professional response Jake usually gets, one of my coworkers tells him to fuck off, but he doesn’t listen. Two of my friends go to get security, but I go outside instead. I want to get as far away from him as possible, and knowing that he most likely followed us here makes me want to vomit. I have to call Dick.

Walking to a more secluded part outside the bar, I lean against the side of the building and dial Dick. Putting the phone up to my ear, I hear the number ring for a few moments but he doesn’t answer. Trying again, I groan to myself before hanging up and slipping my phone back into my pocket. That’s very unusual of him; he always answers my calls with the rare exception that he forgot his phone somewhere.

“Mhm how I’d love to hear you make that noise again,” I hear a familiar voice behind me, making me roll my eyes in disgust.

Turning around, I see Jake standing a few feet away from me, a smirk on his lips. Instant rage boils within me, making me clench my fists as I squint my eyes at him. “Jerkoff, if you haven’t gotten the message, nobody wants you here,” I point out the obvious, the alcohol in my system taking away any filter I’d have any other time. “You’re disgusting and rude, and I’d like it if you’d leave me and my friends the hell alone.”

Anger makes its way onto his face after hearing my words, but instead of shouting at me or cussing me out, he moves forward. Before I can fully react, he’s grabbing me by my arm and twisting it up high. Spitting at me with rage, he begins yelling. “Nobody talks to me that way!” Fear courses through me; I just had to choose the most secluded part outside the bar, I just had to.

However, just as I see his hand raise to slap me, Jake’s hit over the head with some type of stick, the hit so hard that he stumbles back. Feeling his hand loosen up enough to get out of his grip, I practically throw myself backward, only for a pair of firm arms to direct me behind an equally firm body.

“Didn’t anyone tell you to take a hint?” The man in front of me asks, his voice oddly familiar. Looking up from the black suit he wears, my eyes catch his wavy black hair as well as the glowing staff he swipes toward Jake, only to purposely miss and scare the jerk. “When a woman tells you to go, you go,” the man further states before swinging the staff underneath Jake’s jaw, effectively knocking him out.

Looking at the sight of Jake on the ground of the bar’s parking lot, I smile with a quick sigh of relief. “Thank you so much,” I gasp out, placing a hand on my chest. The man in front of me turns around, a mask concealing the skin around his eyes and part of his forehead. On the chest of his suit, I can clearly tell this is Nightwing, but that’s not what’s distracting me. Right now, my eyes are glued to the familiar jawline and the blue orbs staring back at me, the same ones I gaze into every day.

“Dick?” I whisper, only to be answered by the man pulling me close to him and pressing his lips to mine. As soon as he does this, he seals the answer as his lips are unmistakable for Dick’s. Besides, no other man could kiss me like Dick does. Pressing me against the building, his lips are unrelenting as his hands pull every inch of me close to him. Or at least, that’s what his grip feels like right now, and usually, I wouldn't complain, but the almost-completely-steel suit he has on right now isn't all that comfortable.

Parting from me, Dick lets me catch my breath as his once unmoving face is now dusted pink, and after a few moments, my eyes meet his. “I never knew,” I confess, lifting a hand up to cradle his face. He immediately softens against my touch, watching as I continue on. “I wish I did, I would’ve patched you up when you got home,” Dick only smiles at this, “but it explains why you’re always so quote-on-quote clumsy.”

With that, Dick chuckles and leans close to kiss my lips once more before pulling away. “Let me take you home before I have to go on watch,” Dick offers, his hands now gently resting against my waist. I nod at him, a few seconds passing before he sighs and looks over at the still unconscious man on the ground. “Told you I didn’t trust him.”

I smile at his words before leaning close and kissing his cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Nightwing,” I whisper to him, resting my head on his shoulder. Looking over at me, Dick smiles with curiosity as I bat my eyelashes teasingly. If it weren’t for the drinks earlier, I wouldn’t be so calm after finding out my boyfriend is one of Gotham’s defenders, but for some reason, I really feel like teasing him right now. “How can I ever repay you for saving me?”

“You’re pushing it, baby,” he warns, leaning closer once again as his hands move farther down. However, the teasing only lasts a few moments before Dick takes my hand and starts walking us to our apartment. On the walk there, Dick remains in the dark shadows of the night, but that doesn’t stop him from murmuring stuff in my ear that he knows will get to me. “If I didn’t have to work tonight, you would be all mine,” he all but groans as we get to our house.

Unlocking the door, I quickly open it and smirk at him. “Guess you’ll have to wait till you get home later,” I tease, Dick not liking the current smirk painted across my lips. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the sheer surprise from finding out Dick is Nightwing, but this surge of confidence is making me say things I never thought I would say. “That is, if you can last that long without me.”

Without another second passing, Dick follows me into the house before slamming the door shut and pressing me against it. Pinning my hands above my head with one hand, Dick bends my knee with the other and proceeds to kiss me once again, purposefully pressing his clothed thigh against my center. The air around me feels hot all of a sudden, and the sensations I’m currently experiencing are almost overwhelming.

“Baby,” he starts, pulling away from my lips to begin biting down my neck. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head at this just as he moves his leg once more. “Jason owes me a favor, and it just so happens tonight’s the night he’ll do that favor.”

At his words, I grow a little confused until it dawns on me. His family members are the other protectors of Gotham, meaning his dad is most likely Batman, the leader among the large group of heroes. I would’ve never guessed that this is what Dick does when he works at night. The thought would have never even crossed my mind.

Gasping at a particularly harsh bite from Dick on my collarbone, I watch as he quickly takes the chance to kiss me once again, his movements slow and more sensual rather than rough like before. Upon pulling away from me, Dick leans his forehead against mine. “I love you so much, (Y/n),” he confesses, his voice soft. “I never wanna see anybody grab you like that again, no one can grab you like that.”

Noticing his now flustered state, I untangle my hands from his and lower them to his face. Pulling him close, I peck his lips gently before gazing into his eyes. “You protected me tonight, and I’m so thankful for that,” I tell him, bringing a smile to his face thankfully. “Let me make it up to you, huh? My very own protector.”

With that, the once rough and passionate Dick is back and I barely have a chance to brace myself before he’s picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Always the one to multitask, he does as he said he would and calls his brother. As soon as Jason answers, Dick tells him he has to take watch tonight, to which Jason asks why.

“Because I have to stay home tonight,” he simply explains, looking over at me with a sweet smile. If it weren’t for the slightly swollen lips and reddened cheeks, you wouldn’t think Dick just made out with me and then swung me over his shoulder to throw on the bed.

“I’ve gotta take care of my girl,” he tells Jason, his tone almost endearing. Most people would perceive it as a sentimental statement, but to me, I know exactly what it means.

Luck is probably not going to be on my side tonight.

[theowritesstuff]

A Trip to the DMV

Adrian Chase x afab!gn!reader

Summary: This takes place after the events of Fooled Around and Fell in Love. Adrian takes you to the DMV to get an ID

A brief continuation of Fooled Around and Fell in Love

Life with Adrian was nice. He was easy to get along with, and was constantly doting on you. It was kind of odd at first being around someone else for a long period of time. You’d gotten so used to being alone, but being with Adrian was like a breath of fresh air.

You started out slowly, deciding, much to Adrian’s dismay, to sleep on the couch at first. This way the two of you could get used to someone else being around 24/7 without constantly taking up each other’s space.

That lasted about a week, before Adrian put his foot down and demanded that you share his bed with him.

You have to understand, Adrian may not be close to a lot of people, but when he finds one he likes, he becomes attached. So when you came home from the hospital, after taking down the butterflies and their cow, and told Adrian that you were sleeping on the couch, boy was unhappy.

He’d never want to make you uncomfortable, so of course he let you do what you wanted. It was harder for him to fall asleep knowing you were just one room over. He’d often find himself waking up in the middle of the night, and walking out to the living room, just to check if you were still there.

He wanted to be able to wake up with you next to him. So he suggested that you give it a try, spend the night sleeping in the same bed, and if one of you kicks the other to death in their sleep, they’d think of a new arrangement.

You woke up that next morning with an arm draped over you. You attempted to move away, but were pulled backwards. Your back was pressed against Adrian’s chest, his arm thrown over your waist. You rolled over to face him. The light caused a warm glow to appear on his face. His curls were sticking up in different directions. He looked so soft, and peaceful.

Needless to say, you never slept on the couch again.

You’d spend the day with him, if he wasn’t at Fennel Fields or at Chris’ house. You made sure to keep visiting Harcourt, and sometimes even went to her physical therapy appointments.

You’d rarely see Adebayo, seeing as she moved back to Gotham with her fiancé, but she occasionally popped by to say hi.

“Hey, do you think I should get a job?” You asked Adrian one day. You probably weren’t qualified for much, but you felt bad that he was the only one working. “What about at Fennel Fields?”

“Trust me, you don’t want a job at Fennel Fields, it sucks ass.” He told you. “Can you even get a job? Like, the government pretty much made sure you didn’t exist.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…”

“I’ll take you to the DMV tomorrow so you can get an ID.”

You nodded. You were still thinking about what he said, about not existing. You really were just a government weapon.

“Hey,” he sat down next to you. “You good? You kinda started to stare off there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said.

“You know, you don’t belong to Waller anymore. You can be your own person now.” He held your hand, squeezing it.

The next day you woke up bright and early. Adrian claimed that you needed to get to the DMV early unless you wanted to stand in line all day. He dropped you off at the front, then drove to get the two of you some coffee. There was a short line, but nothing too bad. At the counter a woman told you that you’d need to fill out some paperwork to get your ID. You sat back down, the clipboard in your lap starring back at you. You hadn’t made it past the first section before panicking internally.

The first box to fill in read: First Name. Easy enough. The second read: Last Name. Fuck. You didn’t have a last name. Well, you did, but it was long forgotten. You subconsciously tapped the pen against the clipboard. Then you remembered what Adrian said.

He told you that you could take his last name, since you didn’t have one. Was he serious? Or was he just trying to be nice in the moment? Maybe you should wait for him to come back, so you could talk to him about it.

You looked up to see the woman at the desk starring at you. You must’ve been taking longer than anyone else had with your paperwork. You let out a nervous sigh, before scribbling down the last name on the page.

Once you’d finished with the paperwork, you brought the clipboard back to the desk. Next you needed to get your picture taken, then were sent back to the waiting area to wait for your ID to print.

At this point Adrian had returned with your coffee. He handed you your cup, and you took a sip. It was still very hot, not quite ready to drink yet.

Adrian told you about a woman at the coffee shop who had caused a scene, and demanded to speak to the manager, making the line just that much longer. He said that he thought she might deserve a visit from Vigilante, seeing as she was so rude to the poor kids behind the counter.

The woman at the desk waved you back over. She handed you the ID, asking you to make sure all the information was correct. You told her it was, and headed back over to Adrian.

The DMV was starting to get a little crowded, so the two of went back outside, and got back in the Sebring.

“So, how’s it look?” Adrian asked.

You handed him the plastic card. His eyes skimmed over it, then went back to the top. Printed in black, your name read: Y/n Chase.

“I hope that’s okay, it’s just you had said that I could take it, and I wanted to ask you again, but you weren’t there, and I kind of panicked.” The words flew out of your mouth.

Adrian couldn’t respond. It was like someone had flipped a switch in his head, shutting everything down. You really took his last name. He turned to look over at you. You looked nervous. Your hands were clasped tightly, waiting for his response.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure I can get it changed-”

“No!” You jumped at Adrian’s response. He let out an awkward chuckle. “No, you don’t need to change it.”

“Are you sure?” You asked him, an eyebrow raised. Adrian was usually pretty easy to read, but right now it was hard to tell what he was feeling.

“Yeah, no, it’s good…” He trailed off. When Adrian had offered you his last name, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing. He didn’t think you’d actually want it, much less take it. But there it was, printed on your government ID. You were now legally Y/n Chase. He usually wasn’t great at emotions in general, and seeing your name on your ID was stirring up a lot of feelings.

“You’re sure it’s okay?” You asked him one more time.

He nodded his head, then turned to look at you. It looked like he had tears welling up in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

You smiled, and cupped his face in your hands. You pulled him into a kiss, your elbows resting on the center console. Your hands traveled to the back of his head, tangling themselves in his dark hair.

He pulled away, breathless. “We should probably go home because I really wanna fuck you now.”

“Okay, let’s go home.” You smiled.

[silverlining317]

Scarlet

For @hinnyfest, prompt #7 - Getting caught in the act.

Rated T.

GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY... The red envelope unfolded at the edge of the Gryffindor table. But before the tongue of the envelope could transform the letters into a second scream from her mother's lips, Ginny drew her wand from the sleeve of her robe.

-'' Incendio''- Ginny pointed to the letter and like an avalanche, the fire spread from the center to both ends of the table in an uncontrollable reaction of explosion and ashes. The smoke cover the screams of the first-year students but as thick as it was it could not cover the silhouette of the headmistress coming right to her.

-'' Aguamenti''- McGonagall twists her wrist in an effortless move 

Facing Ginny, Hermione shook her head. In her eyes, the fixed expression of: " I told you not to do it''. Only that at that point Ginny didn't know to what of all of what she had done in the last 24 hours she was referring to.

-'' Mrs. Weasley, would you be so kind as to follow me to my office''-  McGonagall said- 

-'' But I have potions in ten minutes''- Ginny protest

-'' Don't worry Mrs.Weasley''- said McGonagall with tight lips- ''I'm sure the class would survive without ten minutes of this neverending circus you keep feeding''

Ginny smoothed down her skirt, and try to lower the edge of the fabric a little more before having to undergo her fourth or fifth walk of shame of the morning.

Sometimes she wondered how Harry coped with being constantly under public scrutiny. Meaning that although he was pretty rubbish at the job, he still manage to appear dignified while being pursued by the wizarding society. Having fight-and-flight dragons maybe have done the trick. But without any of those feats at her side, the only pose she could embroider was the one of a silly and pathetic girl caught in the act. 

A gust of wind blew through her hair and Ginny looked up to see Pig flapping his wings with another red envelope in his beak. Ginny tightened her fingers around her wand, but as if reading her mind, the headmistress turned around with a scathing look. Behind them, Ron's shouts plunged the great hall into another wave of silence, the whole school petrified in their places waiting to learn more details of that sordid encounter that had taken place at the gates of the castle.

-...AND TO DRAG MY BEST MATE INTO....-

Were the last words Ginny could hear before disappearing into de hall. 

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-'' Take a seat''- Mcgonagall said pursing her lips- ''To say that I'm disappointed would be an understatement. As captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and a seventh-year student, I can say I did not expect less than exemplary behavior on your part. It goes without saying that after the events of last year, Mrs. Weasley, you should know,  better than anybody, the power an image can have. The whole school sees you as a role model and you have to rise above and act like the part you were given in this story''

"I'm sorry"- Ginny said with a broken voice- "I promise it won't happen again."

"I can not allow my students to set the great hall on fire just because they cannot face the consequences of their actions''- said McGonagall- "Nor I can allow them to hex those who bother them.''

-'' She called me a scarlet woman!'''- Ginny said

-'' Which reminds me. I won't tolerate my students to escape through the night to see their boyfriends or girlfriends'' - McGonagall added- ''Regardless of the esteem that I may or may not have to say boyfriend''

-'' I think I've had enough punishment for that''- Ginny bit her nail- ''It's on pages 1 to 20 of Witch Weekly. I'm sure you already saw it, everyone saw it.''

-'' In this regard, I would like you to know that Flitch has been ordered to seize and destroy any copies found within the bricks of this castle. Ginny...''-McGonagall lowered her voice- ''Take the rest of the day off.''

-''Seriously?''- Ginny said

-'' It will do you well''- McGonagall put on her glasses and stretched her shoulders back- ''Also, there is a limited number of bats that Poppy and I can deal with per day.''

Ginny went downstairs cautiously. Pay attention to the voices that could come from the corridor. She had promised the headmistress not to take her anger out on anyone else. Since when were they all so holy? They all did the same thing, only Ginny was the one with fifty reporters behind.

The redhead descended another step all her senses focus on what she heard or did not hear, until her hip hit hard against the gargoyle. Ginny looked up, only the Gargoyle was a few feet away and there was no one else around her.

"Harry?" Ginny said as soon as those words left her mouth a silky and familiar cloak enveloped her.

They walked in silence, their bodies impossibly close, until they found the corridor behind the armor. One of the few secret corridors to survive the war.

-''You shouldn't be here''- Ginny said once they both entered- ''We have enough problems already.''

-''I didn't want to leave you alone''- said Harry- ''Listen, I know you are mad at me...''

- ''Im not mad''- Ginny interrumpted- ''Not at you anyways''

-'' Well, its my fault they were following us''- Harry ruffled his hair- ''How I'm supposed to be an Auror if I cannot see when a camera is shooting at me? You should probably leave me''

-''Because you are a horrible Auror?' - Ginny said- 

''Because'' - Harry said- '' You deserve so much more than having your image plastered all over England''

-'' Harry I'm not going to let you break up with me the day after those photos were published. What are you thinking? This is so much more stupid and less noble than the last time. What do you want? To have everybody whisper behind my back: ''Oh he left her after he got what he wanted?''

-'' This is gonna get a lot worse" Harry said resting his body against the wall- "What if they send you threat letters?''

-'' Just trust me''- Ginny said- ''Harry we talked about this, i cand handle this''

-'' But...''

-'' Fine, if you want to break up with me, good luck. Keep trying. But I'm not going to make it easy. I'm going to tell everyone that I left you because you were a horrible lover''

-'' Really?''- Harry said trying to fight his amusement

-'' And that you couldn't fulfill me in the ways a woman needs to''- Ginny 

-'' I don't think anyone will believe you after seeing the photo on page fifteen''- Harry said

I don't remember photo fifteen anymore- Ginny said - But it must have been bad

"I'm sure you enjoyed it," Harry said, approaching her.

"Weren't you breaking up with me?" Ginny said.

"Nah," Harry said, taking her by the waist, "you are right. I can't risk you deciding to go out and talk about me like that. I will never recover. "

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Damian Wayne Dating HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How Damian gets into and acts in a relationship

Word Count :: 1,676

Warnings :: N/A

A/N :: The image I’m using I created with Artbreeder. 

I didn’t call Damian “Robin” and referred to him as a vigilante because Dick stopped being Robin at 25, Jason 22, and Tim 18. The Damian I’m writing is 22. We don’t see much of Older!Damian, and when we do he’s either taken up the mantle of Batman or The Demon’s Head for The League Of Assassins

Getting into a relationship (all of this is in roughly a year) :

Neither you nor Damian know when you started dating, it just sort of happened

He met you at a bookstore you worked at, and you noticed he always came in buying older books about history, warfare, and strategies.

You found the warfare and strategies odd at first but chose not to question it

You asked him out first.

“Why do you always buy these books?” “I like history.” “Oh cool, I do too... Wanna hang out and talk about the First Battle of Tarain?”

You were joking, he said yes to get out of doing a thing with Tim

You each thought it was going to be a small amount of time spent together at some local cafe. You two ended up staying until closing talking about history.

This becomes a bi-weekly thing, you meet up at the cafe, talk until it closes, or go out and talk in a nearby park until sunset.

Damian’s family notices, but choose not to question what he’s doing because it’s seemingly making him less annoyed with people

Dick starts getting curious when he sees Damian smile just a tad bit looking at a text from you

You text him random facts all the time, but they’re weird. “Did you know squirrels are behind most power outages in the US?”

Eventually, you two stop talking about just history and start talking about other things that interest each of you and your personal lives. 

You open up more than Damian

Damian pays close attention when he notices you’re talking about something you’re genuinely passionate about He pays attention to detail in general.

For your birthday he got you a leather swiss army medic bag from WWII. You cried tears of joy and jumped onto him for a big long hug.

That was the first time Damian’s heart skipped a beat. After seeing you overjoyed, he realized he likes seeing you happy. It gave him a warm feeling, but he doesn’t know yet he has feelings for you.

Yours and Damian’s first “official date” was to a fancy Wayne Ent. event. This time Damian asked you. He’s super stiff.

“Would you like to accompany me to the upcoming-” “Are you asking me out on a date??” “No, I’m asking you to accompany me-” “I’ll go.”

No one in his family knows your coming, except for Alfred because he was asked to pick you up and bring you to the manor the day of. Alfred is confused the entire car ride because you act super chill

When you show up, the other boys surround you. Dick realizes who you are instantly, Jason thinks you’re not human, Tim is afraid you’re like Damian.

Bruce is silent, and a bit thankful his son found a normal human

Damian picked out your outfit: A fancy dark Sacramento green dress with black heels, a pearl necklace, and pearl bracelets to match.

You panicked when you saw the jewelry and Damian instantly goes into “comfort mode” to reassure you it’s fine. The family is shook.

At the actual event, you feel SUPER AWKWARD. Your family had enough to get by in life, so you feel very out of place around all the rich people

Damian can tell you’re uncomfortable and so he tries to hold onto you at all times to help you feel comfortable

Ex: He holds your hand, puts a hand on your shoulder, stands directly next to you so your arms are touching.

You eventually feel comfortable, but, you’re both bored there, so you suggest hiding in the outside garden

Finally alone, you two start talking about the other batboys

“Does Dick always try to show off odd party tricks?” “Only when he sees a pretty lady.”

“Why was Jason just standing in the corner looking at everyone?” “He doesn’t like dressing up.”

“Come on, there’s no way Tim’s actually happy here.” “Did you see him on the dance floor?” He has awesome dance moves, he’s just very energetic.

You eventually start talking about something else.

You can hear the music from inside, so you two start slow dancing together.

He’s holding one of your hands and has a hand placed on the small of your back. You rest your head on his shoulder and have your free hand flat on his chest.

It’s in this instant you each realize you have feelings for one another.

You two swayed around slowly until the song eventually ended.

When you two pull away, you stare into his green eyes briefly before you place a hand on his cheek and pull him down for a kiss.

Once In A Relationship :

You and Damian are a good pair because he’s serious and you’re go-with-the-flow. If he starts over-analyzing something, you start relaxing him. 

You two spend at least one day a week together, and you constantly text each other basic messages like “How was your day?”, “Are you okay?”, “Good morning/night”, “Have a nice day”

If you take over an hour to reply to Damian he gets anxious something bad happened to you.

He legitimately gets ready to start searching EVERY PART of Gotham until he gets a text “Sorry, I was taking a nap. Long day at work.”

When you two are together, you’re usually out or at your apartment. He only takes you to the manor if none of the other guys are there.

He took you once with everyone there. Never again.

Dick: “Oh my god! Look! He has a little girlfriend! How cute, Damian’s growing up.” “I’m 22.”

Tim: “You… You look so nice. Why? How is she so nice and you’re so… you.” “I’ll murder you and make it look like an accident.”

Jason: “How? Did you threaten her? Is he threatening you?” “Dames is super sweet.”

When you call Damian “Dames”, your nickname for him, they all lose their shit.

“DAMES?” “YOU HAVE A NICKNAME FOR HIM?” “DA-ME-SSS?” “DO YOU HAVE MORE?” “D-A-M-E-S?”

Your nicknames for Damian: Dame, Love, and Mr. Serious

Damian’s nicknames for you: Beloved, Love, and Sunflower

He briskly drags you away before you can say anything else, and you just go with it. 

“??I thought we were going to talk more to your brothers??” “They’re not my brothers.” “Okay. I appreciate you.” “.....I appreciate you too.”

You two don’t say “I love you” very often. Instead, you say “I appreciate you”. You do say “I love you” in private/intimate moments, but in public/at random you say “I appreciate you”

Damian isn’t possessive, just protective. There’s a difference. 

He’s never been in a serious relationship before and he’s never loved someone romantically like with you before, so he wants to make sure you’re safe and comfortable 24/7

The first time a random guy catcalled you while you were with Damian, he instantly defended your honor.

“What did you say?” He grabs the guy and easily raises him a foot off the ground. He forces the guy to apologize and lets him fall on the ground after.

Quickly, you reassured Damian he doesn’t need to go to such lengths to “defend your honor”. You tell him to ignore people like that guy because they’re nobodies.

After a few months, you start to pick up on the fact you two rarely spend time together after sunset.

You questioned him once about it and he quickly told you it’s because he helps his father with Wayne Ent. You never questioned him again.

You didn’t 100% believe his answer, but trust he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you

One time you called him crying at night. He was about to go on patrol, then dropped everything to go to your apartment and make sure you were okay.

Damian got a key to your apart about a year into the relationship.

There are times you go to sleep alone and wake up with him asleep, arms wrapped around you. He doesn’t do this often, only after a rough night on a patrol or a particularly dark mission.

Damian’s usually a realist, but when he sees you smile and laugh, he becomes an optimist for a split second

He isn’t big on PDA, so depending on his mood sometimes you hold hands when walking, other times you just lock your pinkies together.

When one of you notices the other is upset though, then you get touchy to calm the other down

Sometimes, when you two are alone at your apartment or the mansion, you don’t speak. You just rest and enjoy the silence while laying on top of one another.

If you lay on Damian, you’re literally on top of him snuggling into his chest. He holds one of your hands and rubs your back.

If Damian lays on you, you’re usually sitting and he places his head on your lap. You love playing and messing around with his hair.

When you found out Damian’s a vigilante, it was a massive accident

You called him while he was on patrol, whispering in a shaking voice that two men had broken into your apartment.

He booked it to your apartment and busted through the window, in costume.

After taking care of the guys and handing them over to the authority, he starts questioning you to make sure you’re okay. When you don’t answer he realizes he’s still in costume talking to you now.

You’re in shock because now a lot of things make sense.

You’re upset for about an hour(because Damian knows how to make you happy when you’re angry) and then you’re utterly fascinated by Damian’s other life

Damian tells you he doesn’t want you to know a lot because it could put you in danger and you’re the one part of his life that’s normal

You accept his wishes and continue with your relationship as normal.

There are only two things that changed:

One: Damian moves you to a more secure apartment and makes sure you have plenty of bats or batons you could use to protect yourself “just in case”

Two: Damian spends almost every night at your apartment after patrol now

[libraryofloveletters]

Grey Sky Silhouette

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Post-prison Spencer (some of y’all don't like it), brief mention of murder, some kisses

Category: Angst/ lil bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: I saw this picture and idk inspiration struck so here we are

italics are flashbacks 

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Grey clouds blocked out the sun, the curtains in the bedroom pulled shut. Rolling to his side of the bed, there was an empty spot, a spot where he should be. 

The sun was gone and so was your sunshine, your sweet love, your best friend, someone you hadn’t seen in months simply because he didn’t want to see you. 

You weren't ready to face the fact that you could have lost him over something he didn't do. Guilt hit you and you pushed the feeling away, you were ready to see him but he wasn't ready to see you. 

“Who are you here to see ?” 

“Spencer Reid” 

The officer took your ID and scanned the list for your name. “Sorry, you’re not on here” 

“What ?” you had heard him but you were still confused. “What do you mean I‘m not there ? I'm his partner” 

“Sometimes the inmates take people off their list” 

The officer looked behind you at the forming line. “Please move, figure this out somewhere else. There are people waiting” 

Looking over your shoulder, there were a few people behind you. An older couple, a woman and a small child, and a man at the end of the line. You stepped away from the counter, fishing your phone out of your pocket. 

Waiting for the phone to ring, her voice filled your ear. “Hello ?” she answered, “JJ?” she knew something was off from the way you called out to her. 

“Are you there?” she asked softly. 

“Why aren’t I on the list ?” 

“He doesn't want to see you” 

“I don't care. I deserve to see him.” 

JJ sighed, there were a few moments of silence before she spoke up again. “I’ll talk to him when I go tomorrow. I promise” she reassured you. “Thanks” was all you mumbled before hanging up the phone. 

The floor was cold, all the warmth seemed to leave the apartment with him. It was constantly dark and cold, nothing you did changed that. The frame on the nightstand caught your eyes, a picture of the two of you in the hospital after one of his multiple work injuries. He sat on the hospital bed and you were standing beside him. His head rested on your side with your arm over his shoulder. 

The frame strung a nerve clearly, it’s just that you didn't notice until you felt the tear roll down your face. Flipping the frame downwards so you couldn't see the picture, you went ahead with your routine. 

Get up, sulk, get ready, work, come home to an empty apartment. 

Over and over and over again. 

Your heart hurt every time you thought of Spencer, you couldn't help it. It hurt that he didn’t want to see you even though you wanted to see him. You just had to move on, move on from the pain but not from him. 

You could never move on from him. 

The phone rang, Penelope’s name flashed across the screen. She had been checking up on you a lot more after she heard about the list fiasco, they all had. 

“Hi Penelope” you cleared your throat, you could feel her happiness through the phone. “My angel y/n! how are you today ?” she asked sweetly, you couldn't help but smile. “I’m okay for now, how are you ?” 

“I’m good! I have to go right now but I'll come by for dinner tonight!” Something felt off to you. It wasn't abnormal for Penelope to stop by or even spend the night with you but she seemed cheery, unusually cheery today. 

“Sounds like a plan, is everything okay ?” 

“Oh yeah, I'm fine sugar” it sounded like something clicked on her end or unlocked. “I have to go, I love you!” she said before hanging up. The sound of an automated voice came from her end, announcing something you didn’t catch before she hung up. 

“I love you” the words rung in your head, except it wasn’t Penelope’s voice you were hearing, it was Spencer’s. 

The sand squished under your feet as you walked down the shoreline with Spencer. His face had a scowl on it as he looked down at your feet. “What’s wrong Spence ?” you asked him, noticing the expression on his face. 

“Does that not bother you ?” he questioned, his eyes still on your sand-covered feet.

“The sand ?” you asked, he nodded. 

“Did you know that sand is usually made of silica?” he looked over at you,

“I didn't, do tell me more doctor” you smiled at the man. 

“It's actually silicon dioxide, which is a compound that makes up most of the earth's crust. It also makes up mineral quartz and has many uses like making ceramics, concrete and countertops” his eyes shifted back down at the sand, kicking some with his shoe

“I love your facts Dr. Reid” 

“And I love you” he blurted out. 

Your mouth opened slightly, letting out a small “oh” 

“I didn-” “I love you too Spencer” 

The same feeling of hurt returned. He filled your thoughts 24/7, his voice, his face, his smile, his hands, everything made you think about him. You pushed the feelings away once again and got ready for work. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, his mug sat on the counter, right where he left it three months ago. Of course you had dumped the stale coffee and washed it, but you returned it to that exact spot. You cleaned and returned it to that spot. 

That was the last thing he left laying around before he got arrested. You couldn't bring yourself to move it. 

Sighing, the kitchen was empty, there was nothing to eat. Giving up on your sad apartment, you headed out for the day.

-- 

Penelope stood in front of the green barred door, her heel tapped against the concrete as she waited for them. Only two of them were allowed in and although she worked for the FBI, she didn't have clearance like Luke and JJ did. 

The officer pulled the door open and Spencer walked through, JJ and Luke not far behind him. Penelope's arms opened and he made his way over to her, pulling her into a long awaited hug. 

“I missed you so much” she whispered to him, her arms wrapped around her friend. “I missed you too” he held her for a few moments longer before letting go. 

The four of them headed to the SUV, Penelope filling Spencer in on everything he missed the last three months. “Sergio is good, he’s at my apartment right now.” she told him while showing him pictures. 

Spencer smiled at her, he appreciated everything they had done for him while he was in there, but his mind kept drifting back to the one person he had yet to see. 

“They came to see you Spence” JJ said to him, there was a feeling of tightness in his stomach. 

“I don't- I can’t let them see me like this” Spencer’s head hung low, he couldn't look at JJ. He knew what she was going to say but he couldn't bear to hear it. 

“Why?” she asked, “y/n called and said that their name wasn’t on the list. Why’d you take it off?” 

Spencer looked up at her. They both knew why he had taken your name off, he never wanted you to see him like this. He could barely bring himself to say your name right now. 

He met you after a low point in his life, you were his saving grace. Letting you see him like this was the last thing he ever wanted. As he went to answer JJ, the alarm went off. JJ promised to be back the next day to talk to him. 

Spencer looked over the window as Luke drove down the road. Penelope’s touch brought him back from his thoughts. “They’re okay. I spoke to y/n this morning” 

“Do they know ?” Spencer asked her, his eyes still fixated on the road. Penelope shook her head. “They should be at work right now. Do you want to go home or go back to the BAU?” 

“Home” Spencer whispered. 

The word felt foreign. Home was somewhere he dreamt of while he was in prison, never did he think he'd be able to see his home again, to see you again. The drive was quiet, the song of the rain hitting the vehicle was all he heard. 

Spencer stood outside the apartment building, Penelope stood beside him. She pulled out a bunch of keys from her purse and handed them to him, “do you want me to come up with you ?” Spencer shook his head. “Thank you” he hugged her once more, he walked towards the door looking back at his friends once more before heading inside. 

The walk up was quiet, it was the middle of the day. He bumped into his neighbour who was about to take his dog out on a walk. He asked Spencer where he had been the last few months, Spencer just told him he was away on a work assignment. 

The lock clicked and he pushed the door open. The scent of your perfume and coffee filled his senses. That was a smell he’d never get tired of. He looked around, taking in the space. Although it was his place, he had gotten used to a 6x6 cell and this would take some readjustment. He slipped off his shoes and walked across the floor, his feet padded across the hardwood floor rather than the sound of clicking on concrete he had gotten used too. 

Spencer’s head peered into the kitchen, there was a pot of coffee on the counter. His hand pressed against the side of the pot, it was cold but he didn’t mind. He opened the cupboard to look for his mug but it wasn't there, he looked down to see it on the counter, the sight of the mug brought a smile to his face. 

“Do you have to go ?” you asked him, your knees curled up to your chest as you sat on the chair by the table. 

“Yes I do, you know I do” Spencer smiled at you, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“What am I going to do while you’re gone? maybe I'll adopt a puppy to keep me company” you tease him, he rolled his eyes. 

This was the first time since you had moved in that Spencer was leaving you at home by yourself for a case. “Read a book my darling, but no puppies in here” he set his mug down on the counter before making his way over to you.

He leaned down slightly, his hands cupping your face. Smiling up at him, Spencer leaned down and placed a small kiss against your lips. Your hands reached up his face, holding him close to you as he began to step away. 

“Mhm no” you mumbled against his lips, getting up as he moved back from the chair. The two of you were still holding each other and you were still kissing but you didn’t want to let go. 

“It’s only 3 days” he mumbled, his lips on yours still. 

“Spencer” you whined, he moved back towards the door and you followed him. Your arms rested over his shoulder and his hands were on your waist. “I love you” he kissed you once more, 

“I love you too” 

Returning to the living room with the mug in his hand, he made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains open in an attempt to let some light in but was met with grey, cloudy skies instead. Spencer never minded the clouds, he wasn't a big fan of the sun nor the cold, but the rain was perfect. This was his favourite type of weather, it was not cold out but it wasn't hot either, there was a warm breeze out. Everything came to a stand still when it was like this. 

-- 

The grocery bags dragged up the stairs as you fumbled through your pocket for the keys. The sound of the record player coming from the apartment, you stopped in front of the door. Taking a moment to assess your options before opening the door. 

Best case, you had turned it on this morning and forgot to take the pin off the vinyl. Worst case, someone broke into the apartment and is waiting to kill you. 

What did you have to lose ?

The lock clicked as you turned the key, you pushed the door open and pulled the bags in with you. All the lights were off, the record player had a vinyl on it and there was a person standing by the window. The person had their back to you, they looked like a silhouette in the dull light coming from the window. 

Stepping further into the apartment, you could see the person a bit better. They wore a white shirt and grey slacks. They had a head full of brown curls, the same brown curls your love has. 

But, it couldn't be him. Could it ?

“Spencer ?” you called out, a few feet away from the person by the window. They turned towards you. 

“Spencer.” you let a breath of relief, Spencer smiled at you. “Miss me ?” he asked, you shook your head. “Always.” you smiled, Spencer gave you a small smile. He picked up the bags you left by the door and walked to the kitchen, you followed him. He began putting away the groceries, “I got it” you took the cereal box from him, “it’s okay. Can I please ?” he looked at you, you handed the box back to him. 

You watched as he put them away. “I’m gonna change, I'll be back” you let him in the kitchen and headed to the bedroom. The frame was faced down, you lifted it and put it back in its place. You changed and headed back, you needed to talk to him. 

“Spence?” you sat on the couch, he made his way over and sat beside you. “Can we talk ?” you asked, he nodded. “We can do whatever you want” he said, you sighed. 

“Why didn’t you let me come see you ? I know it was hard at first but Spencer, seriously ? I love you, I wanted to be- I should have been there for you.” You let out your feelings, you both knew this conversation was coming. It didn't matter if he got out yesterday or 20 years from now, it was going to happen. 

“I couldn’t let you see me like that y/n.”

“Like what?” 

“Rock bottom. You never need to see me like that, you understand ?” Spencer reached out and rested his hands on yours, you held his. 

“Spencer, that’s why I'm here, to help you. Rock bottom or not, I’m always gonna be here because I want to be, you understand ?” putting the emphasis on the last two words. Spencer just nodded. 

Spencer leaned into the side of the couch, you could see the sleepiness on his face. You opened your arms, he leaned forward and made himself comfortable on you. He sat between your legs, his head resting on your chest, his back against you. Spencer let out a hum as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sorry” he mumbled. 

You leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “It's okay baby. You're home and that’s all that matters.”

---- 

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I Missed You (Draco Malfoy)

MASTERLIST

pairing : draco malfoy x slytherin reader & cedric diggory x reader (platonic) (some jealousy involved)

summary : you’ve had a crush on the platinum blonde boy for a while, and everyone knows as you make it obvious. you shower him with gifts and affection but he doesn’t appreciate it. soon, he realizes something shocking after you become friends with a certain diggory.

a/n : send me requests!

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you started liking the malfoy boy when you heard him trying to make friends with harry potter, only for him to turn down the offer. then, at the sorting ceremony, you found out you were sorted into slytherin, same as him. it made you feel so happy. 

years later, you were known to be the slytherin girl who didn’t care about being friends with other houses. other than that, you were also known as the girl who was practically in love with draco malfoy. 

you didn’t try to hide it either, you just didn’t care. you were one to make it obvious and kept no secrets about your feelings. that also meant draco himself knew all about your feelings towards him. 

it started small, you trying to talk to him and get to know him, to you getting him small gifts to show your affection, but he didn’t seem happy about receiving gifts and you getting close to him. in fact, he looked happier to be around pansy parkinson than you.

and that hurt you, sometimes, but you didn’t try to show any other feelings of yours besides being happy. you didn’t like to have people see you sad or break down, you were just usually a ray of sunshine. 

you were great friends with the golden trio, often sitting with them in the great hall. soon, you became friends with most of the gryffindors. they would tell you that you were the only slytherin that they would be friends with. 

as you walked in the great hall, smiling, holding a small box in your hands. you scanned the room, trying to find the boy with striking, almost white hair. as you see him sitting at his normal place, eating his breakfast, your smile widens. 

blaise zibini nudged him, as he saw me walking to their place. draco looks up from his breakfast, making eye contact with me. he groans, loudly, clearly showing his annoyance by seeing me walk up to his table. 

a flicker of hurt arises in your heart, but you still don’t show your sadness on your face. 

“hi, i just wanted to give you this to get you going through our last week of fifth year.” you said, as you reach his table. 

pansy sneers, but you don’t move your gaze from draco. his face stays the same, emotionless. you’ve never saw him smile to you anyway, so it didn’t bother you. you put the gift in front of him, smiling brightly to him and finally turning back to walk away. 

“does she ever stop, i throw all her gifts and letter anyways, she’s trying too hard.” you heard him say as you reach the golden trios’ bench to sit down.

you froze a little but acted like you didn’t hear him.

“i’ll never be attracted to that, she’s so desperate.” he continues. 

that last sentence hurt you, but you still don’t show it on your face. you sat on the bench next to harry and smiled at all of them. 

they gave you a sad, guilty smile back. i gave them a fake confused face, still acting like i didn’t hear what draco just said loudly. 

as summer came, you couldn’t wait to go home back to the arms of your family. you couldn’t stay in hogwarts any longer. it breaks a piece of your heart more each second you stayed in the school. 

throughout your summer, you hadn’t laughed or even smiled once. you felt empty for once. your parents thought it was weird but they didn’t try to push the topic in case you snap at them. 

however, one day in your summer holiday, specifically about two weeks before you had to go back to hogwarts, you met the diggory’s. 

they were an amazing family, always happy, as happy as you were once. you tried not to show your solemn feelings as you met the diggory’s as it was rude. 

meeting the diggory’s meant that you met cedric, their son. don’t get me wrong, the boy is very handsome, but you weren’t attracted to him . he, though, knew about your infatuation towards draco and heard what happened in the great hall from weeks ago. 

he also knew that you haven’t been feeling like yourself for almost a month now but cedric has been helping you get back to your feet. unfortunately for cedric, you were a little bit stubborn and chose not to listen to him sometimes but he doesn’t give up, motivated to help you to be the once happy girl as you once were. 

you went on the hogwarts express with cedric. you both found an empty cabin in the train and sat down, but he had to leave halfway as he was a prefect. you didn’t mind, so you sat in the cabin alone, book in your hands. 

you laid your head on the window, a little sleepy but still reading the book in your hands. you knew cedric won’t be long until he comes back. 

as you were seated by the window, still reading. you heard a voices from outside your cabin. unbothered, you continued reading, thinking it was some people walking back to their cabin. 

someone roughly slides the cabin door and strolls in, not before realizing that someone was already inside the cabin. finally, you looked up and made eye contact with draco malfoy. behind him, crabbe, goyle, zabini and parkinson trails.

you raise your eyebrows, but not making a move to stand up or leave the cabin. you were in this cabin first, after all. 

not showing any emotions, you continued to stare at the malfoy boy, waiting for him to say something. 

he freezes, not thinking you’d be the one in here. if it was some first years, he could’ve easily shouted for them to leave but now he was hesitant. he didn’t like you anyway, why couldn’t he just rush you out like he would if it was anyone else?

he stares at your face, not seeing even a tinge of smile on your face. this confuses him. you would always smile at him, even if he was being a twat to you. what changed? not that he cared anyways. 

he quickly straightens up and rolls his eyes, before saying, “the desperate girl is here, i don’t want to get any closer to that, let’s leave.” he told his friends before turning to leave.

you felt pain in your chest, but tried to not show it, as you always do. only this time, you didn’t have a smile on your face. instead, you kept your emotionless face as he and his friends glances at you one last time before all leaving you alone. 

soon enough, cedric comes in, plopping next to you. “i am exhausted from just listening to people blabber about prefect duties.” he sighs, clearly not in his best mood. 

you look at him, feeling sad for him that he has to go through that. you put a hand up to his hair and ruffle it, as your sign of affection now. recently, you tried your best to avoid touching anyone and cedric respected that, and knew that you touching his hair meant that you cared for him, equivalent to a smile but you never smiled anymore. 

as lunch arrives, cedric and you walk side by side to the great hall. as your friendship with him was new, everyone was talking about the both of you. gossiping if it was a friendship or more than that. 

you sat at the gryffindor table with the trio, this time cedric sits with you on your left as harry sits on your right.

the small talk came, like the “how was your summer” and the “how are you” came soon after. hermione could see that you were different. in fact, everyone could see. you no longer had a glow on your face and a smile 24/7. instead, your face constantly has no expression, not letting anyone know how you truly feel. 

soon, cedric told the trio about your strange behavior. the trio understood, agreeing to help in whatever they could. now, you sat with hermione in the library as you read a book on animagus and she studying for her charms test.

“are you going to ever tell me how you feel, your face doesn’t show anything nowadays.” hermione opens a topic of conversation. 

you sigh. there was no going out of this. 

“i’m just hurt hermione, it’ll be over soon, don’t worry about me.” i replied.

“i’ll always worry about you, you know you can trust me right? you can tell me anything, and i’ll try to help you whenever i can, i promise.” she continues. 

you nodded slightly to her. you were grateful to have her as one of your friends. you turned back to your book and continued reading as she writes down something on her parchment with her quill. 

you knew that she knew what was happening, she just was being polite, waiting for you to open up to her. but you knew you couldn’t, you can’t bring yourself to say anything. the pain still felt fresh in your chest. five years of trying to get to draco and he finally snaps. that for sure did hurt you. 

unnoticed to you, draco was seated on the opposite side of the library, currently staring at you. he just didn’t understand what changed with you, you used to be a happy girl. now, all he gets from you is a frown. didn’t he want this, though, for you to leave him alone. so why did it hurt?

a couple weeks pass and you were now at breakfast, seated at the hufflepuff table opposite of cedric. you were moving the food on your plate, not eating it. cedric notices. he lays his hand on your left hand that was on the table. 

you look up, confused to the sudden touch. he looks back down to your food, questioning why you are playing with your food instead of eating it. 

“no appetite.” you told, your sentence short. 

he looks at you, his eyebrows raised. you knew that look. it was him waiting for you to tell him what was wrong. 

you shook your head. “just don’t feel well.” you replied to his non verbal question.

you turned your hand from underneath his and hold his hand for a couple seconds, offering him a small smile. a smile after almost two months. he grinned at this, happy that he finally saw a smile on your face. 

draco sat on the slytherin table, staring at the two supposed friends. he felt a tinge in his chest seeing her hold his hand. he had to admit, he felt a little jealous. though he won’t admit it to his friends, he felt jealous that you were hanging out with the hufflepuff boy. he wished it was him instead. 

the thought of him missing you hit him as he was in the slytherin common room, he was just thinking about the pain in his chest knowing that you won’t ever give him a gift or letter anymore. he was sure that you wouldn’t even talk to him. from then on, he knew he had missed you. in fact, at that point, he knew he had a crush on you, he was just too stubborn to admit it. 

pansy sat in front of him, snapped her fingers at draco, causing him to finally snap back to reality. “what were you looking at?” she questions.

he shook his head, telling her off. blaise, who was seated beside him, nudged him lightly in the ribs, silently telling him that he understood why he was staring at them. 

draco looks down, looking guilty. the two boys had discussed about you for a while now, talking about how you grew thinner, and how your cheekbones are now more prominent in your face and eye bags dark under your eyes. draco felt bad. he knew he was the cause. if only he hadn’t said any of those words before, you would have been fine today. 

“apologize, she’ll understand, she’s forgiving to everyone.” blaise says. 

“that was her months ago, now she’s not the same. i did that to her.” draco replies, now staring at you as you sat in one of the couches in the common room, reading a book. 

“just try, will you. you’re killing yourself about this.” blaise tells him.

“and she’s killing herself because of me.” draco replies. 

blaise looks at the platinum haired boy softly, giving him a small smile, trying to make him feel better.

it’s been a couple days since the converation with blaise. draco now could not imagine another second without you anymore. with that thought in his mind, he was motivated to get you alone and finally talk to you.

you, however, hadn’t changed much but you have been giving small smiles to people. you were still not eating much, which concerned draco. 

as you were walking to the potions class, you felt like you were about to pass out. you shook that thought and continued to walk through the halls. draco, who was walking closely behind you, saw this. 

with concern etched on his face, he continues following you, with a gap in between, in case you caught him. then, all of a sudden, you froze.

you felt a surge of pain on your stomach and your head. now, you’re standing, frozen on your feet, waiting for the pain to go away. you almost felt like dropping to the floor but you used all the energy left in you to stay standing. 

you soon couldn’t stand. you crouch on the floor, hands holding your head, begging for the pain to go away soon so you could go to class. you, still didn’t know draco was there. hence, you were shocked to see someone crouch beside you, one hand on your head and the other on your waist, helping you lean towards him, using him as support. 

“hey it’s okay, i’m here, i’ll take care of you.” he cooed in your ears. that was the last thing you heard before becoming unconscious. 

you woke up with an unbearable headache. you tried bringing your hands to touch your head but your left hand was pushed down by something. you turn your head to your left and saw a flock of platinum blonde hair looking back at you. he was clutching your hand tightly, his head sleeping on your entwined hands. 

your movements woke him up with a start. he looks up, slightly panicking. when he made eye contact with you, he smiles, relief etched on his face. not long after, it turns to worry. 

“are you okay?” he asks, voice full of concern. 

weird, he had never been this close to you before without looking disgusted. 

still, you nodded your head to him, giving him a small smile.

“there’s the smile i’ve been waiting months for.” he says to me, grinning. 

your face now full of confusion, he continues, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean anything i said. i don’t throw any of your gifts or letters. in fact, i’ve never thought you were desperate, i don’t know why i said it.” he says to me fast. 

when the word ‘desperate’ came out of his mouth, you flinched visibly. he noticed, of course. he looks in your eyes and mutters apologies. 

from the look on his face, and the guilt in his eyes, he was being sincere. you knew you couldn’t resist him for longer. 

only days after being released by madame pomfrey, he brought you hogsmead for a date, also as an apology. he clearly still felt bad for calling you such mean things in the past. 

date after date, everyone could see you change for the better. they could now see a bigger smile, and it reflected in your eyes. 

draco would only bring you out to eat for the first few dates, saying that he had to put back the weight that he stole back in you. soon, he could see your eye bags disappear and your cheeks finally showing color. 

everyone was shocked to see how much draco changed too, he now didn’t have time to bully gryffindors or first years, as he was too busy showing care to you. everyone liked seeing this side of him. whenever he got angry, someone would have to bring you to him, and he would be putty in your hands. 

pansy herself couldn’t believe this. she didn’t understand how you could make the cold hearted draco into being soft hearted towards you. 

you felt like this were a dream. draco never failed to make sure you knew how much he appreciated you. he didn’t lie when he told you he had the gifts and letters, he had shown you the collection of parchments and gifts in a huge box, hiding in his closet. 

you’ve found your happy place and now, you didn’t feel the need to hide your sadness, as you didn’t feel much sadness anymore. 

you, being draco’s and cedric still being supportive alongside. the thought of growing old together with draco and your friends made your heart flutter. 

[dancingazaleas]

erejean | pretty

RIVALS TO LOVERS SUPREMACY

i’m so sorry i just love erejean and i could go on about why i think they actually have a beautiful friendship in canon

edit: i wrote this while half asleep so i’m sorry

warnings/notes: cursing, college au!, eren’s personality doesn’t change too much, hopeless pining, this is short, this is messy, internalized homophobia, coming out, gay awakening

eren and jean have been rivals ever since they could remember. no one really knows how it started, but the only thing they did know it that one out of the two of them were acting a little weird.

unlike usual, he was oddly silent towards one another and often faced each other with flushing faces. he gave the other longing looks when he wasn’t looking.

eren genuinely didn’t know what was happening. for the past two to three years, jean’s always irritated the hell out of eren. eren’s even the one who came up with the ridiculous nickname of ‘horse face’.

but now, he thinks jean’s pretty... and handsome. eren doesn’t exactly know what happened, he just knows that ever since the end of senior year that his annoyance for jean has decreased almost into nothing.

okay, eren is kind of lying to himself.

eren still is annoyed by jean, but it isn’t like before. eren never used to be annoyed at how jean’s eyelashes were long and pretty. he never had been annoyed about how his hands were bigger in comparison to his own, he’d never want to hold them. he’d never been annoyed about how jean’s body wasn’t against his, encasing eren with his odd ember fire.

he hated how jean looks so pretty whenever he thinks to himself, he hates how jean looks so stupidly beautiful whenever he’s drawing. he hates how pretty jean looks whenever he laughs, and he hates that he wants that smile to stay there forever.

but what eren hates the most is that he isn’t even gay.

eren’s never really found men attractive growing up, but that didn’t exactly mean that he found girls attractive. eren had only ever dated one girl, who was now a lesbian with a girlfriend and also his close friend.

the only boy eren ever thought was cute was armin. but eren always brushed it off since the two of them were childhood friends. usually childhood friends find each other cute right? and cuddly? and... y’know what, nevermind.

eren sits in his room beside his bed, crying into the palms of his hands from confusion. he’s tried so hard to feel something for girls, any girl that would throw herself at him, but it didn’t work. eren can’t even get hard if he thinks about girls in a sexual manner, but finds himself doing so when thinking of men.

he’s so confused. he’s never been so confused in his entire life.

“eren, do you want anything from... are you okay,” eren looks up to see armin’s face bunched up with concern.

eren wipes away his tears even though it’s pointless because the tears keep flooding over. he can’t help but sob now, too embarrassed at how he’s feeling. armin’s on the floor beside eren within seconds, arms wrapping around eren’s broad shoulders and pulling him into his chest.

eren’s hands weave themselves into the loose fabric of armin’s forest green turtleneck, finally letting everything he’d been holding in out.

eren hates how he confused he is. armin’s shushing him while tracing circles into the fabric of his hoodie, and eren knows that armin is anxious. before eren can try and calm himself down, there’s a gasp from his doorway and the sound of footsteps coming closer. he assumes that mikasa is home, to which he’s correct.

“eren, what’s wrong,” she asks gently, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

he chokes out a sob, digging his head further into armin’s shirt.

“just wait until he’s calmed down to ask,” armin advises, continuing to trace patterns into his back.

it takes a few minutes for eren to be able to speak, and even then it’s difficult.

“eren, what’s wrong,” armin pulls his knees to his chest, ignoring the dampness on his shirt.

“i’m... i’m confused,” he sighs after a sniffle, hand wiping away a tear.

“about what,” mikasa questions with an eyebrow raised.

“fuck,” he hisses from frustration, “i don’t know what i like.”

“like? do you mean hobbies?”

“no.”

“things? stuff like books or cheese?”

“no.”

“food?”

“no!”

“people?”

eren stays silent, now pulling his own knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. mikasa and armin give eren a sympathetic look, they both had gone through this as well.

“you think you like men,” mikasa treads carefully, not wanting to upset eren even more than he already is.

“yea,” his voice shakes along with his hands.

“what boy?” armin tilts his head back to lean against eren’s mattress.

“jean,” eren sighs, already feeling himself start to tear back up.

mikasa hums in confirmation, “i see.”

eren’s crying again, absolutely ashamed of himself.

“he just... i hate him ‘cause he’s so pretty and caring. whenever i’m angry, he tries not to make it worse. he pays attention to the stupidest little details, like how i like the crunchier parts of the bread on chicken. he’s so warm, it’s like he’s constantly on fire and i just.. i wanna be surrounded by it. he’s actually really thoughtful whenever he’s not trying to be a douche, and i hate it,” eren cries while he puts his head on mikasa’s muscular shoulder.

“and there’s nothing wrong with being gay, i mean literally nothing. i just hate that i’m confused. what does this mean? i haven’t felt like this towards him before, so why now,” he sniffles, “fuckin’ stupid.”

“y’know... armin and i once felt like this before,” mikasa says, a small and comforting smile coming up onto her face.

“about marco and annie,” he asks, and shifts his gaze to armin.

“yes. whenever i first realized in sophomore year, i was so confused and upset. annie was so pretty, and boys weren’t. at the time, it all felt so wrong, like it wasn’t meant to be that way,” mikasa explains with hesitance, “i told armin i like girls, and he told me he liked boys and that he felt the same way during freshman year. we hated how confused we were, and we hated that we liked the same sex.”

“but all it takes is acceptance from yourself,” armin smiles, “it’s okay to be confused, eren. you’re still 19, you’ve got so much time to figure out who you even are. also, even if you say there’s nothing wrong with being gay, there’s a chance you’ll have internalized homophobia towards yourself. it’s okay to be a gay man named eren yeager. and it’s okay to be confused. you don’t need to rush it, set your own pace.”

“armin’s right. eren, we love you no matter what. you mean the world to the both of us, even if you’re confused with your identity. it’s okay to explore those feelings, and it’s okay to be wrong about them. either way, we love you so much, eren,” mikasa wipes a tear from his eye with her thumb.

eren wants to cry again just from how loving the two of his friends are.

“thanks you guys, i love you too,” he chuckles as they’re all pulled into a group hug.

————

two months later, eren’s telling all of his friends. they accept him with open arms, which isn’t too surprising, but it makes him happy nonetheless.

another month, he’s telling his superiors at his work. they’re the closest eren has to parents since his mom and dad died, and they accepted him happily. he wasn’t too surprised, but even so it made him cry. knowing that he was loved no matter what made him emotional.

another month later, he’s telling one of the most important people in his life. his brother, who raised him and mikasa since his parents died. he’s once again accepted with open arms, and is even reminded that zeke has brought home boys whenever they both were younger. he’s so lucky.

but even after all this, he’s still crushing on jean. only now, he’s more accepting of how he wants jean to kiss him.

eren also thinks jean is an idiot.

eren has made multiple moves on the muffin top, but he hasn’t even realized. eren’s linked pinkies with jean while his face reddens, he’s fed jean, he’s even resorted to telling him horrible pickup lines.

what makes it worse is that jean thinks this is a rivalry thing again, god knows how.

what’s even more annoying is the fact that jean so obviously likes eren back, but eren is also too stupid to notice. eren, somehow, doesn’t notice how his face shows up in jean’s sketchbook more than it should. he doesn’t notice the flirty innuendos that jean tells him.

and it’s so annoying.

everyone feels this is even more annoying then whenever the two were at each other’s throats 24/7.

jean yawns while he stretches his arms towards the sky, pencil falling from his fingers and onto the paper of his sketchbook. he’s been outside drawing for two hours now, practicing landscapes and drawing under a short amount of time.

eren’s sleeping beside him on the grass, head resting on jean’s book bag while his arms hold his hoodie to his chest. some of eren’s hair is falling out of the bun it’s in, swishing silently as the wind begins to blow softly against their bodies.

jean thinks eren looks so pretty. with a cautious hand, he tucks a strand behind eren’s pierced ear. eren’s skin his warm against jean’s hand, even though the wind has been blowing gently on eren’s snoozing face.

jean brushes eren’s baby hairs out of his face, softly smiling at eren’s serenity. and before he can stop himself, his cheek is in the palm of jean’s large hand.

jean’s thumb strokes his cheekbone while the rest of his fingers get tangled into eren’s hair.

“pretty,” jean mumbles while he smiles.

for some reason, jean doesn’t pull his hand away. even when eren eyes start to flutter open and look at him. even whenever eren’s cheeks darken.

“you’re pretty, y’know,” jean says, ignoring how the setting sun was starting to get in his eyes.

“you’re not too bad yourself, horsey,” eren snickers while jean rolls his eyes and scoffs.

they’re left in a comfortable silence as jean finally pulls away and turns back to the sketchbook in his lap.

it showed no progress of landscapes and random people, only a drawing of eren sleeping.

————

eren and jean find themselves looking at the stars while standing in the lake a month later. it’s hot during june, even during the late nights where the sun has been put to rest.

which is why they came up with the bright idea to go swimming in a lake at 12 in the morning. the idea wasn’t even planned, eren decided on a whim and just decided to drag jean along.

jean points up towards the stars, “the big dipper.”

eren follows his finger, a huge smile spreading across his face at jean’s correct assumption.

“there’s the constellation of gemini,” eren says while pointing.

“makes sense since it’s june.”

eren nods, looking towards jean.

he looks so pretty in the moonlight.

“hey jean.”

“yeah, what do you wan—!”

eren interrupts jean by splashing him with water, hearty laughs echoing through the terrain as goes on.

“not cool,” jean tries to say angrily, but ends up laughing.

he splashes eren back and then retreats deeper into the lake. eren follows behind, tackling jean under the water. they both laugh once they come to the surface, pointing out how the water now reached their thighs.

“that’s why we’re here, jean. to get wet,” he raises an eyebrow while putting his hands on jean’s shoulders.

“yeah, heads up!” jean shouts while he dunks eren under the water while on top of him.

they’re once again laughing when they resurface, both trying to catch the breath that had been taken out of them.

“you’re hair looks good wet,” eren says while gesturing to jean.

“i always look good,” jean jokes, eren snorting obnoxiously afterwards.

“whatever helps you sleep at night, man,” eren shrugs.

the two goof around for a few minutes longer, laughs echoing against the trees and back into their ears.

neither of them want this to end.

eren has an arm wrapped around jean as he holds himself up, laughing stupidly at god knows what. jean laughs as well, heart fluttering sweetly at the sight of eren’s pretty smile.

and jean doesn’t know how to think.

so, he pulls eren straight up, grabs ahold of his plump and warm cheeks and gives him a sweet kiss.

the sweetest kiss eren’s ever had.

eren reciprocates shyly, pushing his lips back against jean’s. he grabs at jean’s bicep, wanting to ground himself just to make sure that he isn’t dreaming.

jean pulls away whenever they need air, resting his forehead against eren’s.

“i love you,” he whispers to him breathily, moving his hands to hold onto eren’s.

“i love you too,” eren chuckles and stares into jean’s eyes, “even if you’re an idiot that looks like a horse.”

jean rolls his eyes, and instead of replying to eren, he gives eren another kiss. he’ll tell eren that he’s pretty after.

[janetbrown711]

“I can’t do this on my own.” Yakko

The royal family had been on the edge of their seats in anxiety ever since the day Angelina I locked Wakko up in the tower. 

Well- that wasn’t entirely correct. Dot seemed blissfully unaware of the tension surrounding her, and Wakko was trying his best to just enjoy the fact he didn’t have to stay in that tower any longer than he already had anymore. His and Dot’s spirits were admirable, but the rest of the family simply couldn’t share the same feelings. 

Lena had been practically pacing 24/7 ever since her conversation with her mother, of which she refused to give the kids details about, but from how easily her worry spread to their father, and the massive bruise on her face she tried so very very hard to cover with makeup, it was safe to say it went very poorly. She was constantly checking up them, making sure to keep a special eye out for Wakko, of whom Yakko was pretty sure she never let out of her sight anymore. 

William had been nervous too. He was off at the training stations at night far more often than he used to, practicing his sword fighting. This effort failed him, however, when he sprained his arm from overworking it. Without his main source of stress relief, it became very clear something was eating him alive, and Yakko wished his parents trusted him enough to tell so he could help. He was the eldest brother, after all, he was supposed to help watch over his sibs too. 

 Yakko was anxious because of his parent’s anxieties, the fact they wouldn’t tell him what was going on, and a mysterious letter he had caught a glimpse of at his last lesson. 

He had arrived early to his grandmother’s study, and she must’ve been writing to someone right before he came because she left a letter to dry there. Yakko only caught a glimpse, but he recalled it saying:

“...they are the priority. However, if the younger were to be lost in the chaos, I wouldn’t mind in the slightest-” and his grandmother snatched it from his hands before he could read further. 

Yakko wished he hadn’t started reading it from the middle, because he simply couldn’t make sense of it. It sounded ominous, but not wanting to stress out his parents any more than they clearly were, he kept it to himself, figuring he was smart enough that he’d decode it eventually. 

He was pretty sure his parents could tell how tense he was, because they kept patting and rubbing his back and assuring him things would be fine, but the bruise on his mother’s face refused to let him believe that. 

“Alright you two, it’s well past bedtime now, clean up the toys,” Lena chuckled softly as Dot and Wakko pouted in the playroom. 

“C’mon, you heard her you two,” Yakko rolled his eyes and assisted his younger siblings in cleaning up. Slowly but surely the warner siblings successfully cleaned up and put everything back in it’s place, before tiredly dragging themselves to their bedroom. 

Wakko went straight to his and Yakko’s room, and Yakko was pretty sure he was out cold once he hit his bed. 

Yakko however, lingered by Dot’s bedroom, cracking open the door just a little so he could listen in on the conversation the two were having. 

“Mommy, are you okay?” Dot asked. 

“Of course, dear, whatever would make you think that,” his mother said as she tucked in his little sister. Dot reached up, and her hand hovered over her bruise. 

“I’m fine, Dottie, it’s okay. You don’t need to worry about me, you need to get to bed,” Lena booped her nose. 

“I want a lullaby,” Dot said, sitting upright in the bed. 

“Ah ah, what do we say?” Lena scolded lightly. 

“May I have a lullaby... please?” Dot said. Lena nodded. 

“Let’s see now...” His mother thought to herself, tapping a finger on her chin.

“When I look into your eyes,” She began, slowly tucking Dot back in again. “It’s like watching the night sky.”

“Or a beautiful sunrise. There’s so much they hold,” She sang softly, and for a moment, Yakko thought she saw him, but she didn’t stop singing. 

“And just like the old stars,” she continued. “I see that you’ve come far, to be where you are. 

“How old is your soul?” she sang that line softer, and Yakko felt a chill go down his spine. 

“Well, I won’t give up, on us. Even if the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love. I’m still looking up,” Lena put a soft hand on Dot’s cheek, and she smiled.

“And even you’re needing your space, to do some navigating, I’ll be here patiently waiting, to see what you’ll find,” Dot was practically asleep at that point, but neither Yakko nor his mother moved from where they were. 

“Cause even the star, they burn. Some even fall to the earth. You’ve got a lot to learn. God knows you’re worth it.” She then kissed Dot on the forehead, slowly standing up.  

“No, I won’t give up,” Lena said, more than sang. She paused a moment. 

“Goodnight, Dot. I love you very much,” She said, pausing for a response, but Dot was fast asleep, as was the plan. Lena smiled softly before taking her candle and heading toward the door. Yakko panicked and started to run back to his room. 

“Yakko, I know you were listening,” Lena said as she closed the door to Dot’s room. 

“Sorry- I’ll go to bed now,” He apologized and continued on his way. 

“Stop right there mister,” Lena ordered, and Yakko stopped dead in his tracks. his mother approached him slowly. 

“You’ve been so anxious as of late, Yakko. I’m worried about you,” she put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Well- so have you,” Yakko shrugged. 

“Yakko, you’re so much younger than you realize... you’re twelve, for crying out loud. Our burdens should not be your burdens as well,” she stroked his cheek. 

“But I wanna help,” he frowned. 

“You help out in many meaningful ways, Yakko, but worrying yourself to death isn’t going to do any of us any good,” Lena said. “We need you to take care of yourself, alright?” 

Yakko thought long and hard about that. 

“But I want to help,” he said. Lena sighed softly. 

“I know honey... but for now, the best way to help is to take care of yourself. Try to get some sleep, alright?” She gave him a weak smile. Yakko bit his lip. 

“I can try,” was all he promised, which was good enough for the tired princess. Lena gave Yakko a soft kiss on the head. 

“Goodnight honey,” She said. 

“Goodnight, mom,” He replied, and before he knew it, she was gone. 

Yakko frowned at his bedroom door. He knew for a fact he was likely to be unable to sleep, so instead, he headed to the family study, which was quite a bit away from him and his sibs room, or any of the bedrooms really, but he didn’t mind the walk. Once there, he pulled out one of his favorite books, lit a few of the candles, and got to reading. 

However, as his eyes scanned the pages, the words from the letter rang in his mind over and over again. 

The younger of who? A priority of what? Why wouldn’t she mind? What ‘chaos’? There were simply too many questions in his head. 

Perhaps he should have shared them with his mom... that might’ve helped. 

Then again, it could also just make her more nervous, which was the last thing he wanted. 

He made the right decision, of that he was sure. 

Yakko wasn’t sure how long he was reading or attempting to do so, but somehow he had managed to fall asleep against the table. However, a loud crash, sent him straight up, as his mind scrambled to wake up with his body. 

What was that? Where did it come from? 

Another crashing noise. 

It came from the opposite direction of him and his sibs rooms, which meant-

His parent’s room. 

Yakko heard shouting, swearing, and fighting of all sorts. He ran to the door to open it, but realized that might not be the best of ideas. To both his panic and relief, the voices seemed to continue going away from his and his sibs rooms, but that meant they were going for his parents. 

Once the voices got far enough away, Yakko didn’t hesitate to swing the door open and run. He had to find his mom and dad- he had to make sure they were okay. 

It wasn’t hard to follow the mob, as they left a path of destruction behind. Shattered glass, torn down curtains, mud, and other filth on the carpets. Yakko tried not to dwell, as he instead took a short cut to his parent’s room. 

Yakko dashed around corners, around furniture, and under a few tables when he thought he might be caught. 

However, he was moving so fast, he could hardly stop himself when he dashed around a corner and one of the men saw him, and grabbed him before Yakko could even think to turn around. 

“You the little princey we’re lookin’ for?” He laughed, spitting in his face. 

“Let me go!” Yakko demanded, but the man didn’t. Instead, he kicked him down, and dragged him down to the end of the hall where he saw-

“Mom!” Yakko gasped. 

He honestly hadn’t thought much time had passed, but his mother looked like 50 brutal years had passed on her. Her hair and fur were disheveled, her nightgown was torn. She had more bruises on her face and a gash in her shoulder that was bleeding. Her wrists were tied in rope. . Her face grew mortified when she saw him. 

“Let him go! It’s me you want, not him,” Lena pleaded, not looking at Yakko.

“H-huh?” Yakko sniffled. 

“Not so fast, your highness,” one said in a mocking tone. “We were told one of ‘em could be collected as a bonus.” 

“Please. I’ll do anything- just let him go,” she pleaded. 

“No, mom! I wanna stay with you!” Yakko began to cry. 

“No Yakko, your siblings need you,” Lena looked at him. 

“I need you,” Yakko pleaded.

“Yakko? Aren’t we supposed to be lookin’ for a Wakko?” One man said. Yakko’s eyes widened. 

The younger. Priority. Chaos. 

They were going to come for Wakko. 

“We were told to leave the crown prince alone, and get the middle one,” The tallest one smacked the one holding Yakko over the head. The man holding Yakko let him go, and he ran to his mother. 

“Other way, stupid,” One of the men snarled at him. 

“Mom, I-i’m not leaving you,” Yakko said. 

“You have to. You have to protect Wakko,” Lena put her forehead against his and whispered. 

“I-i can’t...” He cried. 

“Scram or we’ll make you regret it!” The tallest shouted at him. Yakko gave his mother one last look, before running back with all his might, before he felt something hit him against the back of his head, hard and everything went black. 

.o0o.

When Yakko finally opened his eyes again, it was morning. He was surrounded by shattered glass, mud, the smell of torches and firewood, and a throbbing headache in the back of his head. 

His parents. 

Where were they???

Yakko shot up, ignoring the increase in the throb, and immediately began his search, checking every room he went by.

No, not their bedroom... not the bathroom... not the parlor... not the painting room, not the dining hall, not the kitchen, not the lounge room, not the playroom, not the nursery, not the family study, not this bedroom, not the next, not the next, not the-

“Yakko?” Wakko groggily rubbed his eyes. 

“Wakko, you’re okay,” Yakko sighed a breath of relief to find out his brother was still in his bed. 

“What’s matter?” he asked, sitting up. 

Yakko didn’t have it in him to tell him, so he just turned and left. 

“Hey-! Wait! I wanna help!” Wakko protested his leave, and followed him. Yakko still didn’t say anything, checking Dot’s room quietly. 

She was still there too. 

“What’s the matter Yakko? I wanna help,” Wakko said just a tad too loudly, and Dot was awoken. 

“Yakko?” She asked, rubbing her eyes too. Yakko still couldn’t get himself to speak, so he continued his search. Wakko shrugged at his little sister, and Dot decided to join her brother in following Yakko. 

Yakko didn’t care that they were following, or that they were confused or worried by his silence. He didn’t care they were asking question after question about the state of the castle, and why so many things were destroyed. He needed to find them. His parents had to be okay. They had to be. 

Not in his room, not in Dot’s room, not in the laundry room, not in the tailoring room, not in the dressmaker room, not in the storage room, not in the supply room, not in this bedroom, not-

Angelina I’s private study. 

Maybe she’d have some answers. 

Yakko didn’t even knock before bursting in. 

The queen was already wearing all black, her face covered by a thick veil, though it hardly mattered because she wasn’t facing them anyway, staring out into the window instead. 

“Where are they?!” Yakko demanded. 

“They’re long gone, Yakko,” she didn’t even turn to look at him. 

“Y-y... you’re lying!” He couldn’t accept that. Not now. 

“Believe what you will, but you won’t find them here,” She said coldly, clutching her handkerchief tightly. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” Yakko commanded his younger siblings as he went out of the room. 

“Yakko, who are you talking about? Who are we looking for?” Wakko wasn’t understanding the situation. 

Yakko still couldn’t answer. 

not in the meeting room, not in the food storage, not in the tower, not in the ballroom, not in the dance lesson room, not in the theater room, not in the foyer-

Wait. 

Yakko saw something shining on the floor. Quickly he bolted down the stairs as fast as he could before he realized-

It was his mother’s crown. It would never just be lying on the ground like this. They had to be close. Yakko looked around desperately. 

They had to be here. 

“Mommy’s crown...” Dot frowned and went to it, but Yakko held his arm out, not daring to disturb it. 

“Yakko, why is mum’s crown here? Where is she?” Wakko asked him. 

“Yeah, where’s mommy and daddy? I’m scared...” Dot looked up at him.

“they have to be here,” Yakko whispered to himself. 

“I can’t do this alone.”

He looked around the room, but his eyes were becoming clouded by tears rapidly filling his eyes. He called out for his parents again, but only a painful echo replied. A sharp wave of pain and numbness washed over him. 

Yakko collapsed onto his knees and sobbed. 

His parents were gone. 

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[h2bakugou]

Idk if you do these kind of requests or not, but Amajiki, Tomura, Chisaki and Kacchan and their gf who’s on her period and she’s feeling low and just not herself???

a/n: i do hun! i did a similar period hc but this is different and i haven’t done these characters so here ya go love!

headcanon: them with a s/o who’s not feeling good on their period

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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tamaki amajiki

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Tamaki is a sweetheart. He is there for you and will hold you until you feel better.

He’s a little shy but he really cares about you, and when it comes to the people he cares and loves, this boy will go to the ends of the Earth for you.

Soft kisses on your cheek or forehead.

Holds you in his arms while you play with his hair or snuggle into his neck.

When you’re not feeling your best, Tamaki is there to reassure you. Granted he struggles too, he hates seeing you like this.

“Bunny, you’re amazing, please don’t say such awful things about yourself.”

His indigo eyes are full of love and meaning, and you can clearly tell that he wants to say more, but will leave it at that for now.

Knowing that Tamaki has his own struggles with things like that, it really means a lot to hear him say that to you. 

Tamaki knows how to take care of you and will probably not leave your side unless you need him too, or want some space. 

Sleeping with Tamaki is one of the purest forms of love honestly. He’s holding you close while still allowing you to move if you ever get uncomfortable. His fingers delicately trace shapes and words out on your skin as your snoring softly beside him.

It’s nothing weird or funny, he’s not trying to pull any stunts, it’s just the two of you, sleeping, or worn-out and resting.

It’s him loving you and making sure that you’re feeling okay. 

It’s him reassuring you that you are precious and that bad days happen and there’s not much you can do but let them pass.

love this soft boy !!

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tomura shigaraki

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As much as I am a Shigaraki stan, I feel like this man’s first reaction would be disgust.

“What is coming from where?”

“It’s called menstruation-”

But on a real note, he probably never had a proper sex education class, and everything he learned about anatomy and stuff was either picked up from someone else, or learnt about from a game or movie.

Onto the headcanon stuff, overall I feel like once he comes to terms with what’s happening, he’s protective and caring.

Doesn’t like when the members of his league, let alone the people closet to him in both platonic and romantic ways, get hurt.

So seeing you in almost constant discomfort and pain is agonizing to watch.

By your side most of the time unless you want him to leave you alone, which is a struggle because he is persistent and bratty in the best ways.

‘I’m not leaving you-”

“Tomura, I just want some space.”

“Shut up and let me hold you.”

He takes your huff as a sign of agreement, but eventually it’s those same arms that you wanted gone, the arms you’d fallen asleep in.

Tomura probably acts like he’s the one on the period.

He’s ordering Dabi, Kurogiri, or anyone else who steps into view to get things for you so he can watch you 24/7.

Okay but as annoying loving as Tomura is, I could also see him getting frustrated with you.

“You clearly don’t feel good so just lay down and get some rest!”

“But I don’t want to!” You’re pacing around the room you share with Tomura while he stands by the door.

“Lay down.” Tomura orders.

“Make me.”

It’s a simple phrase that comes with varying consequences, this time, it’s being slung over his shoulder and tossed onto the bed, force down by him just laying on top of you like a human blanket.

“T-Tomura! That hurts!” You breathe out.

Eventually rolls off of you and just holds you close, getting some much needed rest.

Hates seeing you look down on yourself during this time because he truly loves you. He’s learned to love because of you.

“You’re the only idiot I tolerate in this shit hole. You’re fine the way you are.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

Maybe he isn’t the best with words, but his actions, aka the hoards of hugs and kisses, are what show you he cares.

In the nicest way possible, he is the epitome of “alright babe i’m in the pad isle, what size pussy do u wear?” but he’S LEARNING

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katsuki bakugou

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Katsuki Bakugou is probably one of the most sensible guys to help you when you’re on your period.

He’s going to be there for you, bring you snacks if you need them, provide warmth and cuddles when it’s time to sleep or if you have cramps, but he also isn’t going to put up with you if you get grumpy.

He knows that that kind of stuff tends to happen, and he doesn’t want to make it worse by angering you more. He’s struggled with restraint, but when it comes to you, it’s both easy and challenging.

He wants to be there for you, but he knows you might need your space.

When he sees you talking down about yourself or feeling low, this man is going to beat the shit out of you verbally. He’s showing you love and affection by yelling at you. All kind words of course.

“You’re fucking beautiful! And you’re not worthless!”

“Suki, it’s one am-”

“But you’re mumbling about how you aren’t good enough and that’s bullshit.”

“Alright alright, I get it, I’ll stop.” You say softly, closing your eyes while trying to fall back asleep beside your loud boyfriend.

“Yeah you better or I’ll have to kiss you, dumbass.”

“Kissing me is a punishment?”

“You know what I meant!”

He’s flustered

Holds you close when you can’t get comfy.

Kisses you a fuckton oh my god.

Kisses you when you say bad things about yourself, kisses you to show he loves you, kisses you when you’re kinda grumpy, kisses you when you’re not mad, you get the idea.

He just wants to see you smile, and kissing you is one of those ways that makes you flustered and makes you smile that goofy smile that Bakugou fell in love with.

I mentioned this in another headcanon, but this man’s hands are period cramp relievers- place those bad boys over the pain and relax.

They’re warm, and big, and it’s also cozy and securing laying in his arms.

The best way to lay on Bakugou is to get up under his sweater and tuck yourself onto his chest, placing his hands over your sides and dozing off.

He’ll steal a few kisses, and probably take a cheesy selfie to set as his lockscreen later, but he’s not far behind you in the sleeping department.

Genuinely doesn’t see how you don’t see yourself like a goddess. But nonetheless, he will never stop complimenting you and reassuring you.

He loves you so much, and he’ll be damned if you see yourself as anything less than what you are, and that’s truly amazing.

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kai chisaki

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This man is smart, arrogant, and driven, but sometimes he can be a bit of an asshole.

Will obviously be at your side if you need anything, after all, you are his top priority.

This could go a few ways. If he’s comfortable with you, and overcoming his mysophobia, he’ll do everything he can and is comfortable with to make sure you’re okay.

If he’s still struggling with germs, he may not be physically affectionate, but he’ll do his best. 

I feel like Chisaki probably shows his love through gifts, or at least to an extent he’ll try to show his love with presents.

But when he comes to terms with his feelings, he’s a man of words. He’ll say how he feels before he shows it. And it’s hard because actions do speak louder than words. And sometimes not being able to kiss or hug Chisaki is hard.

But his reassuring really hits different. Because Chisaki isn’t one for affection. He runs a gang, or a section of a larger gang. He didn’t have time for relationships before he met you, and he probably could’ve gone years before he ‘settled down’ if he hadn’t met you.

So hearing Chisaki tell you that he loves you and that you are not disgusting or pathetic, you know it means something.

You’re fully tended to when it comes to things like snacks, drinks, hygiene products, it’s all taken care for and Chisaki wouldn’t have it any other way.

He is here to take care of you unless he’s told otherwise. If it’s space you want, he’ll give it to you, but not before he knows you’re completely okay and that you won’t need anything while you want space.

If he’s comfortable with getting physical, his hugs are sweet. Just being held by him is a blessing. His kisses are even better. It’s always a private thing, he’s not just going to whip his mask off and kiss you in the middle of the hallway, despite how much he’d want too.

Chisaki works and he works hard. So it wouldn’t be rare if he only ever cared for you at night/during the morning. Of course he’ll spend time with you during lunch or if he’s got a break, but he can’t spend every minute of the day with you.

But I think not seeing him constantly is what makes spending time with him that much better.

You’ve got something to look forward too, as does he. He enjoys coming back from a long day, to take a nice shower and climb into bed with his favorite person and hold you until you both fall asleep.

Kisses you on your shoulder, neck and cheek the most. Hugs you from behind and cuddles you by wrapping his arm over your side, having your back pressed to him.

He genuinely hates seeing you talk down about yourself, but he’s not going to constantly remind you that you’re gorgeous and nothing is wrong with you.

It’s hard to love yourself, but he knows deep down that you’re special and you’ll realize it sooner or later.

Overall, Chisaki is a pretty sweet guy, but he’s resilient and reserved. He knows what he wants, and he’ll do anything in his power to make you feel better.

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