#I'D TEAR OUT MY HAIR IF I WASN'T ALREADY STRESSED ABOUT THAT TOO

[bebethsas]

rage. *distant screaming*

heeeey, so uh *shaky laughter* does anyone else use Spectrum for their email inbox?

anyway, yeah, I just woke up about an hour ago (thank youuuu, PMS symptoms, making me anemic, sluggish, and *dramatically* tired, therefore making me sleep in 2-3 hours later than normal, and putting me at risk for another lecture about how I'm "getting off-schedule again"), had to re-login, and saw that they completely changed the web design of my inbox.

,,,

...anyway, so I believe that this video perfectly encapsulates the impotent, unhinged, aspie rage I feel right now at the change:

(I hope it's viewable to anyone who sees this post)

...I'm literally SHAKING with rage right now. If I weren't so damn hungry (I woke up hungry, but haven't left my PC b/c I WANT ANSWERS, DAMMIT!! BRING ME THE HEAD OF THE FOOL WHO DECIDED 'hEy lEt'S fUcK aRoUnD wiTh a lAyOuT tHaT iSn'T bRoKeN!' BRING ME HIS TESTICLES--or ovaries--ON A PLATTER SO THAT I MAY TEAR THEM APART WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!)

now, I'm sure that in 24 hours (or minutes) I might feel a bit embarrassed at snapping like this over something that is pretty trivial.

but you know the fuck WHAT??? I'm PMS-ing, as an autistic woman I'm *already* opposed to changes (but ESPECIALLY tiny, *completely* unnecessary ones), I just learned that my beloved car is on its last legs (so now I have to begin the tooth-pullingly stressful and painful job of looking for a new car), I'm struggling to find work so I'm kinda stuck setting up appointments to jump through the right hoops in order to get ACTUAL SUPPORT for my disabilities, for once, AND I'M FUCKING STARVING (nothing fills me up, nothing satisfies me, and then I have to start the process of finding something to eat *all over again* every 5-6 hours)!!!

And I'm also a woman who lives in a ""polite"" neighborhood, so going outside to scream out my rage would just result in someone calling the cops out of concern.

have you ever felt so angry, so full of rage, that you felt like your physical body wasn't an adequate conduit to express that rage? Like, when you try to let those feelings out, your body would be destroyed in the process?? THAT'S the level of rage I feel right now.

now if you'll excuse me, i have to go spam the feedback inbox some more.

TASTE MY WRATH, YOU MOTHERFU--

[thegothicchangeling]

Babydoll

Alpha Sevika x Omega Reader drabble

Summary: Sevika makes a bad call and upsets you while you're in pre heat. You're pissed at her.

You looked at the barebones nest you'd assembled. It was made up of pillows, clothes, and throw blankets you'd stolen from around the apartment, because Sevika had insisted on washing everything in preparation for your heat.

It wasn't like Sevika had forced you to give up the bedding, or gone behind your back. No, she was a good alpha. She talked you into it with good old fashioned logic.

"It's time to wash the bedding anyway," she had said calmly. "And I think it's more important now than ever. Come on, you know how filthy this stuff is gonna get."

You couldn't argue with that reasoning, but that didn't mean you were happy about it. Already you were in pre heat, and every instinct was screaming at you to fix this mess. Because what was this? Not a nest.

Tears welled in your eyes. You didn't want to disappoint Sevika.

That was when she walked in with the sheets and comforter. Her scent was relaxed and she clearly had no idea how upset you were. "The laundry's dry," she announced.

"It doesn't smell like you!" You rebuked her angrily.

"You're right," Sevika said calmly. "I'll get right on that." And she started rubbing her scent glands against the bedding. She tried to sit down with you, but you growled.

That was when she realized how upset you were. You could see her nose move as she sniffed nearby you. Her face fell. "You're mad about the laundry, aren't you? And you smell like you're hours away from heat, at most."

"Yes, so hurry up and scent that shit!" You snapped.

Sevika's eyes widened. "Okay, okay." She worked faster. "I'm sorry I upset you, babydoll."

You huffed and didn't answer. All you did was work on your nest. It had to be perfect within the next few hours, and you didn't work well under stress.

Sevika took your giving her the silent treatment in stride. She brought you more things from other rooms and talked to you from time to time, attempting to win you over again.

"I was thinking I'd make your favorite tonight. How does that sound?"

"My pretty omega's gonna look so good spread out naked on that blanket."

You steadfastly ignored her, and your growing arousal, unless it was to ask her for something.

"The nest looks soft. You did such a good job making it. You're such a good omega, making this for us."

You softened. Sevika saw her chance and dove for it. "Is it okay if I come in now?"

"No!" You snarled. You turned away from her and lay on your side, staring at the wall.

Sevika paused, then spoke softly. "You're really upset, aren't you babydoll?"

"I'm not your babydoll."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressured you into letting me change the bedding," she said sincerely. "If I'd realized how deep into pre heat you were, I would never have done it."

"How could you not realize?" You asked angrily. "Couldn't you smell me?" You were honestly hurt, and you knew your alpha could hear it in your voice.

"I was preoccupied with making sure everything was ready for you," she sighed, and you could imagine how she was probably running her hands through her hair. "Cleaning, meal prepping, and then I realized I forgot to submit my PTO, so I had to do that, and the bedding was just one more thing to check off my to-do list."

Knowing she was trying to help you made you feel guilty for being angry at her. In her own way, Sevika was nesting, too. You rolled over and looked at her.

She unfastened your poncho. "Hey. It's okay. It's alright." She handed it to you. "I bet this will be great for the nest."

Your eyes widened. She wore that thing almost every day, and now Sevika was handing it over to you. You took it from her and brought it up to your nose. It smelled more strongly of her than any other item of clothing. Cologne. Incense. Sevika. Perfection. "Thank you, 'Vika," you sniffled, feeling like you were about to cry.

"Well, I gotta keep my omega happy, right?"

You placed it on the pillow at the headboard, so you could lay your head on it later. Then you turned and looked back at your mate. "Will you get in and hold me?"

Sevika's face lit up. "Of course, baby," she purred, and she crawled into the nest with you. Then she pulled you into her chest and kissed the crown of your head.

"I'm sorry I was so mean," you admitted. You knew she was just trying to take care of you.

"Oh, it's okay, precious," she rumbled happily. Then her demeanor changed to something more dominant. She tipped your chin upwards and made you look at her. "Are you my babydoll?" She asked.

What could you say except yes?

[ktficworld]

Loving you is not easy, my dear

Pairing: Steve Rogers x desi!reader

Summary: America thinks Steve Rogers can do better and maybe, they are right.

Warning: heavy racism(seriously, I'm not using this word lightly), angst, hurt/comfort, trolling, protective!Steve, reader gets her revenge on the racist bastards 😈

A/n: posting after so long. Already know traction is going to be shit but I'd really appreciate if you reblog this. I'll try to keep it short(I failed💀)

Tags: @sunshine-on-my-mind @slutty-daddy-pedro

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't ready to get dragged through the mud just yet.

You and Steve have been dating for a year. You were a regular software engineer. Wandering around on the internet, to help fellow programmers with their problems. Little did you know, that none other than Tony Stark was there for help under the disguise of 'toiletdistroyer'; frankly, you should have known by this username, but oh well.

So, you caught the billionaires eye and he offered you a job on the spot. And of course, you took it, much to your parents dismay and happiness. With tears filled in your eyes and aachar, parathe stuffed in your tiffin. Of you went to America.

You didn't meet the captain for a good month and honestly, even if you had. You wouldn't have given two fucks about him since you were stressed to the brim with work and moving in.

You slowly met every avenger. Tony was the first, of course. Then it was Bruce Wayne Banner as you worked on the technical part of a bio-tech project he was developing. He was good but was shy and mostly kept to himself. Afterwards followed, Natasha, she was sassy and perfect. You liked talking to her about girl shit and somehow, she took a liking to your weird ass and you befriended black widow.

Next up, was his best friend. Bucky. He caught you wandering outside the stark building because you came too early and so he joined you and the birds chirping. He was cute and funny, but not your type. Thankfully, he wasn't interested and quickly friend zoned him.

Then you met him.

You whistled as you sauntered into the lobby. Clocking out early from your shift and cherry on top, it was Friday. You were going to have a fun weekend. Talking with your parents, watching kdrama and being gleefully single.

Your whistle was disturbed by something squashy yet hard coming underneath your foot. You retreated your foot and glanced down with furrowed brows. It was a brown leather wallet. With a sigh, you bent down and picked up the lost wallet.

You opened the wallet to see the identity of the abandoned wallet's owner and your eyebrows disappeared into you hairline as the stupidly handsome face of the captain appeared in front of you. He must have dropped it in a hurry.

Your eyes darted around as you bit your bottom lip. The sane thing to do would be to go to the reception, hand her the wallet and go your merry way. But he might still be around and also, the receptionist looked too bitchy for you to deal with. So you went for the less sane option, of course.

You took a deep breath and glanced up at the ceiling. "Hey, Friday. Is Captain Rogers still in the compound?"

"Yes, miss. Shona. Captain Rogers is in the parking lot." The robotic voice of Friday said from above.

"Thank you, Friday." You said and deeply sighed. Yes, you could do it. No need to be nervous. What if he's Captain America? You ain't a criminal. With that peep talk, you rushed to the parking lot.

You almost tripped while trying to find Steve in the parking lot but in the end, you found him. He was swinging his leg to climb on his bike when you shouted to get his attention.

"Captain Rogers! Captain Rogers!" The man stopped mid-way, setting his foot back on the ground as he turned around and you almost died at the sight of him. He was wearing blue jeans, white T-shirt and blue jacket, making his sapphire eyes pop as some blonde hair strands falling over his forehead. Oh, girl. Get a grip on yourself!

He was startled by your incessant shouting as he looked at you with his doe yet alert eyes. "Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked, ever the gentleman and you internally sighed in relief that he didn't call you ma'am.

You waved his wallet and said. "Your wallet. I think you dropped in the lobby."

His eyes widened as he patted his pockets and a sheepish look appeared on his face. "Ah, I think I really dropped it. Sorry." He said and walked up to you.

You gave him his wallet with a smile and bit your lip when your hands touched. Fuck, were you on your pms?

You peered at him through your lashes as he checked the insides of the wallet and promptly shoved it in his jeans back pocket.

He glanced at you and with a shy smile, said. "Thank you, miss."

"Oh, no problem. You can call me shona." You didn't know what divine energy of confidence came over you as you extended your hand for Steve to shake.

Steve looked at you funnily but shook your hand nonetheless. "That's not your real name, is it?" He asked timidly after the handshake, his touch lingering on your hand as you unwittingly savoured the feeling.

You beamed at him and shook your head. "Nope."

"Then, what is it?"

You told him your name and the smile on his dashing face faded away as he looked down. You could not blame him, most people had the same reaction and that was why you gave your nickname, not actual name.

"I'll probably butcher that." He muttered sadly as he scratched the back of his neck.

You chuckled and waved off his concerns. "It's alright. Most people can't say my name. Only few special people have made it into a special group who can pronounce it outside India." And it was true. Only few people were able to say your name without getting their tongue twisted, including Natasha.

Steve raised an eyebrow. He bent down, close to your face and whispered, in a husky voice. "And what are the requirements?"

You hummed as you pretend to think with your finger on your chin and said, dramatically. "A lot of dedication and practice."

Now it was his turned to be amused as he leaned even closer and asked. "And what will I get if I get into this special club?"

You were caught off guard as you spluttered out. "Um, what do you want?" And you also had kdramas to binge for fuck sake.

"A dinner sounds good." He said with a lopsided grin.

You gave him a thumbs up and said. "Perfect! Now I need to go. I have a weekend to enjoy, bye." You said and rushed out without a second thought or glance at Steve.

When you sat down in the metro was the time when your dumb mind actually processed his words and you froze In your seat. Wait! Did he just ask you on a date?

He did, in fact, ask you on a date.

After he learned to say your name. You two went on a date and you knew you were doomed. Those blue eyes had effectively captured your heart as you slowly fell for him.

And who won't? He was so soft, affectionate, caring, supportive. He was perfect. You didn't know what he saw in you. You were so... Regular.

But whenever you would say this to him. He would look at you all offended and ask why not? You were beautiful, intelligent and his sunshine. And you melted everytime he said that.

You told your parents and you had to make your mother take an oath that she won't say anything about your relationship to any of your relatives as she just couldn't stop giggling. Thankfully, she kept her oath.

You also officially got introduced to the avengers. Bucky and Natasha already knew about it and everyone was happy for you and Steve. Yeah, Tony did throw a tantrum about how he didn't figure out your budding romance and how Rogers whisked you away from under his nose. His words, not yours. And he also earned a slap to the chest by Pepper for that.

You both decided to keep your relationship private. Steve did not want to make a circus of his relationship in the media and you also wanted to lay low. You wanted to take the Katrina Kaif route, one day you're single and the next day, poof! You are married.

But the Cosmos had another plan.

You didn't know who it was, a reporter or a fan. But someone captured you and Steve in a not so platonic way. You were sitting on his bike, one hand occupied with an ice cream and the other, draped over his board shoulder. He was holding you by the waist as you both kissed. Ice cream long forgotten as you both were smiling into the kiss. But someone had posted it on social media and overnight your very private relationship was in front of the entire world to judge ans comment about.

You woke up to a cold bed and your phone exploded with texts and calls, ranging from judgmental relatives to your friends from India and America to the entire avengers team.

You furrowed your brows at the slew of messages and calls and decided to call Steve but instead his phone blared in your shared room, making you sigh. What the fuck was going on?

You scrolled through your contacts and paused when Natasha's name appeared. You hovered over her number hesitantly before calling her. Just after two rings, she answered.

"Hello, Natasha. What is going on and where is Steve?" You asked her in a sleepy voice and scratched your head.

On the other side of the line, Natasha sucked in a sharp breath and replied with unusual franticness. "Shona, somebody leaked a photo of you two and now the world knows that you both are in a relationship. Steve's in the living room, come here quickly and don't open your social media!" Natasha cautioned.

"Wha-" You didn't even get a chance to comprehend her words before she hang up the call. You glance at your phone incredulously. You sat up straight when your brain finally processed the given information. Your relationship was public. Your Katrina Kaif moment was ruined even before it materialised, ugh! So unfair.

And telling you not to open your social medias? It was like telling a child not to eat the candies from the jar. You bit your lip and opened the hellhole called twitter. And the number one trending hastag was:

#CaptainAmericaisdatingwho?

You tapped on the hastag and was instantly greeted by the picture of you and Steve. Your eyes widened as you took in the picture, whoever clicked it had good photography skills as you looked decent in it. You scrolled down and made a decision you would later come to regret, started reading the reactions of the people.

He is dating an Indian? Why? Did he not find any good girl in here? Insane.

If they have a child, what would be their skin color?

She probably put him under a spell or something.

Wait! She works for Stark, meaning this is a work-place relationship. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Captain America is taken😭😭😭 why God! Now I need to find someone else to obsess over😭😭😭

Look how she's eating. Like, get some manners girl! 👇

You looked down to the image attached. You were eating rice with your hand and winking at the camera, granted it wasn't the neatest sight but eating food with hands made it taster(yeah, fight me on it!).

That was it, you could not take it anymore. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as you giggled at the comments, doubling down in your bed.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed your ass off on these racists misery. You knew damn well that you would face some form of racism whether you dated Steve or not and it was funny to see them whine like anyone gave a shit.

You scrolled some more laughing at the whiny racist and the memes people made along the way. However, one comment caught your attention as you halted to read it.

Why isn't Steve dating her?

You looked down at the photo and your heart dropped, all your happiness fading away. You stared at the woman's photo for what felt like ages as you observed her porcelain skin, her blonde hair and her perfect figure. She was the epitome of an American woman.

You looked at Sharon's perfect face and could not help but echo the poster's thought. Yeah, why wasn't he dating Sharon? Why was he dating you? A regular girl while he was captain fucking America! He could have anyone he wanted. A model, an actor anyone he wanted and he wanted you? Why?

Much to your detriment, you scroll past it and onto the next comment which said:

So, she's the ugly one in the relationship 🙈🙈🙈

The comment plunged into your soul like a rusted dagger as your breathing becomes a shallow pounding in your ears. You glanced forward, where the full length mirror was sitting and stared at your reflection with critical gaze.

You brought a hand to your face, it was so dull. Your eyes had dark circles and were puffy. Your lips weren't plump enough. Your eyes weren't big enough. Your body wasn't curvy enough. You only had brains. No, you didn't! You weren't special, anyone could do your job with enough practice. You were nothing out of the ordinary.

You were snapped out of your destructive thoughts as your phone was snatched out of your grip. You whipped your eyes to the perpetrator and a very furious Natasha glared back at you.

"What did I tell you about not checking your social media?" Natasha asked, enraged as she waved your phone in her hands.

You didn't want Natasha to be proven right so you scoffed and replied. "Telling someone not to do something will only make them do it more. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology, agent?" You snarked and Natasha shook her head in displeasure.

"You coming with me?" Natasha asked.

You paused to think and then shook your head. "Let me shower first. I feel dirty and sleepy."

Natasha nodded thoughtfully and said. "Okay, I'll stay here."

You whined in protest but quickly shut up after receiving a steely glare fron the black widow which would make even the toughest villians pee their pants. You showered, taking extra long as you got distracted by your thoughts yet again. And made your way to the living room with Natasha in toe.

And you heard it before you saw it. The annoying voice of one of the most famous conservative journalist as he said that Steve Rogers could do much better, that this relationship wasn't going to last and that he wished it won't last long.

The last part made your stomach churn in uncertainty.

The pattering of footsteps alerted the other avengers of your arrival. Tony and Steve were standing next to each other as they talked in hushed yet aggressive tone.

Tony looked annoyed than ever as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. While, Steve? Steve looked like just one poke and he would snap. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were ablaze as he stood taut.

Both of the man's gaze snapped towards you as Steve's face softened and he rushed towards you, blocking your view to the TV as Tony hastily turned it off.

"You finally done sleeping, sleepy head?" Steve asked affectionately as he caressed you cheek.

You hummed absentmindedly and forced a smile on your face. "Slept like a baby." You said and the air was so thick with tension that it was strangling you more than your own mind as no one dared to talk about the elephant in the room.

Eventually, Steve cleared his throat and said in a whisper. "You already know what happened but don't worry, I'm with you." And pulled you into his embrace. Yes, why are you with me, Steve? What do you like in having to deal with all this drama when you could date any white woman and keep the peace?

You tried to reciprocate his hug but it was a half hearted attempt as you were fixated onto something else.

"Yeah, don't do anything stupid." Sam said when you and Steve parted. His face was empathic and knowing and your heart broke at that. Still, you gave him a half smile.

"Hey! That's my line!" Bucky yelled in offence, making Sam scowl at him.

"You don't own a sentence, Buchanan." Sam countered.

"Don't call me that and I would copyright..." They kept bickering but you tuned them out as the seed of doubt started sprouting in your consciousness.

📷

But it only got worse. The hate just didn't stop and everyone was piling up on you. Indians did come to your defence, questioning the racism and the unrequited hate you were getting.

But some were also interrogating you. Why were you dating captain America? Why were you flying so high? That he may just be using you and would leave you for an American sooner or later. This sentiment was also shared by your relatives.

Your parents were on your side but you could sense that seeing you get attacked was upsetting them. You put up a brave face in front of the world but you were crumbling down from the depths of your being. You were falling down an abyss and no matter how hard you shouted for help, your mind didn't let up its torment.

You didn't tell the avengers or Steve because they was already so stressed out dealing with all this fiasco. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice you withdrawing from him. He didn't notice how you slept on the edge of the bed instead of in his arms. He didn't notice that you avoided mirror like a plague. He didn't notice how you were drowning in your minds stupid tricks.

That was until it boiled over.

It was a quiet evening. You were walking back to the compound after running some errands. Apparently, Indian species were hella expensive and hard to find in there so you shopped for them by yourself. And it was also because you liked these non-eventful and tranquil moments that you had reserved for yourself.

You were absentmindedly trudging forward as the compound just entered your peripheral when a shout jolted you out of your trance like state.

"Go back to your country!"

You whirled around, only to come face-to-face with a regular white man. Seriously, he didn't even look like a Kevin or intimidating, just run of the mil white guy, very easy to blend in the crowd.

You raised your eyebrows and exclaimed. "Excuse me?"

The man tutted and took a step forward, you taking a backward step. "Didn't you hear me? I said, go back to your country."

"This is getting old. Try something new." You said with a bored voice and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Seriously, first you take our jobs then resources and now our hero? Just because you don't have anything in your country, doesn't mean you should come running to us and mooch off of us." He ranted with a grunt.

"Why? You wanna date him?" You eyed him from head to toe. "To my knowledge, Steve is straight and even if he wasn't. I don't think he would date someone like you." You snided.

His jaw ticked as he took a step forward. "You don't deserve him!" He spat.

Yes, you don't deserve him. Your mind supplied as your grip around the shopping bag loosened.

"He deserves better." Yes, he deserved better.

"You are nothing." Yes, you were nothing.

You were so hypnotised by your minds scorching affirmations that you didn't see the approaching threat.

You yelped as your back hit an electric poll, grocery bag falling on the ground. The man lunging forward for an attack but before he could even lift his hand, a punch from his left side shoved him away and he landed on the ground with a pained grunt.

You let out a shuddery breath as you slowly glanced to your left, your whole body trembling with fear. Your eyes landed on Steve standing there, panting heavily as his knuckles were painted crimson, by whose blood? You didn't know. His eyes were ablaze and his face was murderous as he began charging towards the whimpering man on the pavement.

This snapped you from whatever demons were holding you as marched towards him and shrieked. "Steve, stop!"

You stopped in front of him and wrapped youur hands around his. He halted in his steps, his face instantly softening as he unclenched his fists and dropped his offensive stance. He cupped your right cheek and you spluttered out a sob.

You glanced down at his bloody knuckle and coked out. "Steve, let's go."

He glanced behind you at the whining man and then nodded. He tucked you in his embrace while your gaze never left his knuckles. This was all your fault. Because of you, he almost lost control of himself and if he would have done something then you would have also smeared his name. Maybe it was good to end things.

📷

The room was pin-drop silent, only the sniffling of you and Steve and the clinking of the first aid kit being shut closed reverberated through the walls. Steve had started to talk as soon as you left the man writhing on the cold sidewalk but one finger of yours on his lips and he shut up, accepting your silent plea of solace. But you couldn't push back the inevitable any longer.

You lifted up the first aid kit and set it inside one of the cabinets in the bathroom. When you came back, you sat down on the coffee table ahead of Steve and peered at him through your lashes, your heart breaking when your gaze landed at his pretty face. You would miss him.

It was Steve who spoke first. He intertwined his bandaged hand with yours and softly said. "I'm sorry, you are suffering so much because of me and I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you."

Swallowing, you looked down as tears beaded your eyelashes and muttered out. "I think we should break up, Steve. It's not working out." Saying those words was like stabbing yourself in the chest with a scorching knife.

Steve instantly stiffened and his grip on your hand grew tight as he refused to let you go. "Why?" He asked and before you could reply, his bitter laugh made your head snap upwards as he shook his head.

"Why am I asking this? This should be pretty obvious to me," He sniffled as few tears slid down his cheeks. He glanced at you and you had to bite your lip to hold back your own tears as his pained and misty eyes stared into yours. "Is there nothing I could do to change your mind? To make you give me a second chance? Do you not love me anymore?"

The last part was like a slap to your face as you furiously shook your head and yelled. "I love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul. I love you more than anything in this world, more than I could ever articulate."

"Then why are you leaving me?" He asked in a whisper.

And the flood burst gates open as you broke down. "BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE YOU."

Steve immediately placed you in his lap as sons wrecked through your body. "Why would you say that? You deserve the world, doll."

"No Steve, no! You are Captain America and I'm nothing. You are gorgeous and I'm ugly. You are perfect and I'm not." You cried into his chest, selfishly seeking his warmth.

Steve jutted your chin upwards and gazed down at you with soft offense. "No, honey. I'm not perfect, I betrayed Tony, I have done so many things that I regret. I have cried in your arms multiple times and you have seen me vulnerable." He said through his own tears.

"But you are so pretty. You should be dating a model or an actress, not me."

"Who like me for being Captain America? No way and," He held your face in his palms and continued. "You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, most amazing woman I have ever met. I won't trade you for anyone."

"Then why I doesn't feel like it, Steve? You asked in a defeated whisper. "Why can't I see myself the way you see me?"

"I can help you look at yourself like I look at you. Please just, don't leave me. I can't live without you. We can survive this storm." He murmured softly kissed your sore eyes.

Your lips quivered as you brought your hands to Steve's face. "I want you, Steve. I want you so much but holding you feels like a sin."

"And holding you feels like a dream. A dream I thought I would never have," He said quietly and gently pressed his forehead with yours. "Just give me another chance. Give us another chance."

"Okay." You replied. Your sobs had ended and draped a heavy blanket of fatigue over you in their farewell as you melted into Steve's hold and Steve snuggled in you more. You didn't know when he placed you on your bed or when you fell asleep in his arms. You let yourself fall into his bliss as all the demons left you. Because in this moment , Steve was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

📷

You yawned as you got out of your slumber. The bed was cold again as Steve was nowhere to be found. Again.

Maybe he realised you were right and moved instead of kicking you out. You sniffed a little and turned around, so you were facing the front of your room. But your face instantly scrunched up in bewilderment as you took in the sight.

There were polaroid pictures hanging from the ceiling by a white thread, all facing away from you. You scratched your head as you tentatively got out of the bed. How the fuck did someone hang these and you didn't even stir? Was this from hydra?

The last thought made you gulp as you gingerly reached out for the first picture and pulled it close to read the text written on it with a marker.

Do you remember the time when you handled the toughest project alone?

-Tony

"Huh, what?" Now you were even more confused as you flipped the glossy paper and burst out into a fit of laughter.

It was a picture of you handing Tony a golden toilet trophy like you were handing an Oscar with a megavolt grin as he was rolling his eyes but still, he begrudgingly received the award.

You wiped off a tear from your eye and refocused back on his question. You hummed to yourself as you took a trip down the memory lane. It was a very important biotech project and there had come a point where the connection between the software and hardware had broken and no one could figure why because everything was normal and nothing seemed faculty. It turned out to be a software issue as the code had malfunctioned and needed to be rewritten in a more efficient manner.

You led the team who did that and boy were those days exhausting. Overtime, frustration, failure after failure and of course the moral of the team going down. But you managed to keep the team together and pulled through. Providing excellence.

You smiled a little at that memory. You weren't that useless.

Sighing, you stepped forward to the next picture and read the text on it.

Remember when you got hit on and Steve scowled?

-Natasha and Wanda

You turned the photo around, showing you, Wanda and Natasha. You and Wanda were eating a leftover cake while Natasha was drinking wine straight from the bottle.

You remembered that night. You were minding your own business and not touching alcohol since you didn't want to wake up with a pounding headache. when a guy suddenly materialised next to you and ordered a drink for you without even asking and began flirting.

You smoothly pulled yourself out of that situation and gave the drink to Natasha but Steve had witnessed the whole interaction and he looked like he wanted to sucker punch that poor dude. He was teased relentlessly about it for a month.

Now that you thought about it. You were hit on multiple times on multiple occasions. It was a game of sorts between you and Steve. Since your relationship was private, it was amusing to see people ask you or Steve on a date. You always relished in watching girls flirt with Steve because he would always get uncomfortable and nope out of there like his life depended on it. It was fun because no matter how much they flirted with him, you knew that the man was yours.

You chuckled and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You weren't that bad looking.

You walked up to the next polaroid and snatched it closer.

Remember when you comforted me when everyone was sleeping?

-Bucky

Your eyes filled with tears as you flicked to see yours and Bucky's image, it was clicked during lockdown when everyone stressed a lot about cleaning everything. You were pretending to sing with a cleaner bottle in your hand as a microphone and Bucky was using a broom as his guitar.

With a reminiscent smile and you thought back to that one stormy night when Steve was out on a mission and everyone was sound asleep.

You being the insomniac that you were started trudging towards the kitchen for some late night snack but stopped mid-way when you heard whimpers coming from Bucky's room. You went inside without asking but saw him crying alone in his bed. He was so resistant to your comfort and even yelled at you for intruding on his privacy: but he was right about it. However, he caved in the end and cried his heart out while you held him. Then you both watched anime and ate chips. Sleep was nowhere to be found that night.

You bit your lips as you went to the last and final picture, that was dangling before the door.

Remember why I love you?

-Steve

You burst into tears as the realisation dawned on you that it was he, who did all of this. To make you see yourself through his eyes and everybody's eyes. And no, you didn't remember why he loved you because there were too many moments and reasons to remember all that once.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you finally looked at the picture and it was just like your relationship. Sweet and simple. With you both in the bed, hair messy and lazy smiles on your faces. It was a morning selfie that you taken sporadically on his phone.

You loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to be with him till the end of the line. Because even if you were just a regular jane, you loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered.

In your whirlpool of emotions, you didn't register the the bedroom door clicking open and Steve walking inside. It was when his strong arms enveloped you, did you got out of your reverie and glanced at him, teary eyed.

You hugged him back and wept louder in his chest as he rubbed your head. "I love you. I'm sorry for telling everyone about what you were going through but I thought it would help, please stop crying."

You slapped a hand over his lips and cried out. "Shut up. You lovely little dork. I love you. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."

With hope twinkling in his eyes, he removed your palm and asked. "So, will you give us another chance?"

"Yes! This one incident won't make my problems go away in a snap but I want to be with you and learn to love myself like you love me." You said through a smile and leaned to kiss him when-

"What about the trolls?" Tony's voice made you shriek in surprise as Steve gave him an exasperated look.

"Really, Tony?" Steve said with displeasure.

"Yeah, really asshole?" Natasha said and slapped Tony on the head.

Tony scrunched up his face in indignation and said. "But I need to know. She's not used to the attention and hate. And she can't even deactivate her social media because she is one of our representatives from tech."

This made a bulb go off in your head as you held up your plam and said. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll have it handled. Plus, we didn't really publicly announced our relationship, did we?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at you but you just grinned at him devilishly. Time to troll the trolls.

📷

You softly closed the bathroom door as you stepped outside, your white saree grazing the floor. You looked ahead and your jaw went slack, Steve was his blue powder blue shirt and black pants and his blonde hair practically glowed in the golden light of the evening. He looked so gorgeous that you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

But then you realised his intense stare on you and you quickly looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Stop, staring, it's creepy."

Steve let out a throaty chuckle and said. "I can say the same thing about you."

You opened your mouth to reply but the Bucky's exasperated voice interjected with a grunt. "You both can do this later. Now, come on before the sunsets and the light is gone." And harshly thrusted his phone in the direction of the door.

You chuckled. "Alright, let's go." Steve held your hand as you both walked outside the compound and into the evening sun. After, finding a place where the background was greenery instead of a concrete jungle. You perched on his Harley. Your hand snaked around his neck as his came down to rest on your butt while he stood in the middle of your legs and both came forward to kiss each other.

Bucky clicked the picture but Steve didn't let you go until the need for oxygen became dire. You smiled bashfully and wiped your mouth as you finally got off his bike and went to the very unimpressed Bucky.

He shoved your phone into your hands and ran away before he had to endure any of your pda any further.

You shrugged it off and looked at the photo. Thankfully, it was good and you gave Steve a thumbs up before posting it with a caption:

I corrupted the golden boy and I'm not sorry 😈

Steve also posted the same picture but his caption was more modest:

My love ❤

And. It. Blew. Up, again.

The haters and racist started whining again. Sane people supported you both and laughed at the haters, going as far as making memes. You were trending again, many famous people also came out of the woodworks and congratulated you both which made you roll your eyes.

You didn't care about the public thought of you. You wanted to troll the haters and you successfully accompanied that.

However, it didn't end there. As your devil incarnate friends decided to add fuel to the fire by posting pictures of you and Steve being all over each other with a complimentary middle finger emoji. And apparently, everybody had one.

Either you two were pervs Or your friends were nosey as fuck. Natasha and Bucky agreed with the former assumption.

Bucky posted you both kissing on a picnic.

Natasha of you sitting in Steve's lap.

Sam posted a photo of your head resting in his lap.

Heck, even Peter posted a photo where Steve was kissing your temple.

There were many more but you that was enough for the day as you switched off your phone and tossed it on the bed side table.

"I just wish, no pray that my parents don't see any of these pictures or I will be having an interesting phone call with them. The relatives are still blasting my phone but I ignored them as always." You rambled to Steve as he slid under the covers.

Steve let out a raspy chuckle and said. "I don't think they haven't seen it yet as we're all over the, well everything."

You groaned and pouted at Steve because he didn't need to always tell the truth but as soon as you locked eyes with him you melted in his oceanic blue gaze. He pulled you into his comforting arms and you happily obliged.

"Steve, now that the whole mess is kinda resolved. What's next?" You asked as you gazed into his sapphire blue eyes.

He hummed and gazed back at you. "What's next? Good question, but I don't think you want to hear the answer to that. Would ruin the fun. " He whispered and leaned down to kiss you before you could question him further.

[ambersweets134]

Omg I'm posting a short story for the first time

I wrote it around 4 in the morning so it might be a bit bad but oh well

Comfort in your arms

Perekoo fanfic

*some spoilers*

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Alma had just got back to the building where her wards and her were supposed to be settled it, Isabel having fixed them space to stay there. She tried not to think much of Jacob or her children, knowing that wherever they were, she hoped they were alright.

Alma was already late to the meeting she was supposed to host, her mind too stuck on so many situations and issues that could occur with her wards loose in America. For birds sake, there was already warnings of a war possibly occurring.

Her cane echoed in the dark hallway of the building, her limp seeming worse today than the past few weeks. The older woman felt her heart racing, too much on her mind. Despite being asleep for so long that morning, she still felt so incredibly tired and she felt guilty for being so. Her wards were lost- possibly even trapped somewhere- and here she was feeling tired.

With a huff, she leaned against the wall, leaning down and slowly sitting down on the floor of the dark office. A dull pain in her ankle began and spread up her leg, the ymbryne feeling even worse about herself when she felt tears return to her eyes. She's been trying so so hard to keep her wards safe. Jacob was there and with him being Abe's grandson, she needed his help, but like this? The last thing she wanted was them to be running birds knows where and that's exactly what they did. During a possible war. In America.The press was awful with questioning them all, on top of that there were still people who could cause them harm and it drove Miss Peregrine insane that she wasn't there to stop them. To protect them. She failed her main duty as a ymbryne: to keep her children safe. Now they were gone. She didn't know whether they would return or not. All because she slept longer than she should have.

"Alma?"

The woman snapped out of her thoughts and finally felt the tears that ran down her cheeks freely. It didn't take her long to recognize the owner of the voice, immediately seeing the silver glint of their hair and she felt some relief it wasn't a different person.

Isabel walked over, slowly kneeling down and looked over her, the younger ymbryne looking down at the floor to hide her tears. The older woman didn't need to ask her what was wrong, she already knew well what it was. She noticed how stressed and on edge she was during that whole meeting and just seeing her now she realized how tired she was.

"Fay, you can talk to me." Isabel says, her gaze gentle and loving, gently wiping away her tears and Alma just shook her head, annoyed with herself for acting this way. "I'm not one to judge, you know that." She mentions and the younger woman nodded with a small sniffle.

"I know it's been stressful, I truly do. There's no denying that there is a potential war happening and your wards haven't been heard from yet, but I can assure you Jacob will keep them all safe." The cuckoo says, her tone firm but understanding. "After all, Abe was his grandfather." She adds, managing a small smile which Alma tried returning, but she couldn't. Instead she looked back down at the floor, Isabel feeling her jaw clench against her hand that was still resting against her cheek.

"It's alright, Alma." Isabel says. The younger woman didn't even mind when she brought her close in her arms, needing the contact as she felt her heart racing so incredibly fast.

"I can't believe I slept in, I shouldn't have, I didn't need to. I've been staying up perfectly fine and then suddenly, the day I somehow sleep, this all happened." Alma says, annoyed with herself and it clearly showed in her voice. "I'd go after them if I could, if it wasn't for my stupid cane!" She snaps, her talons digging into the older ymbrynes sleeves for a moment as she shoved the buried anger down even further. "I don't even know where I would start." She whispers.

"As sad as it is, you wouldn't be able to leave the council to find them, Alma. I know that's upsetting, I truly understand, but there's nothing we can do." Isabel says quietly, gently running her talons over her back. "The only thing we can do is wait for their return. Jacob may be hot headed at times and short tempered, but that boy has his grandfather's instincts. Whether he knows it or not." The ymbryne assures, Alma feeling slightly better. "And please don't talk yourself down like you do. It upsets me more than it does to you." She says softly, the younger woman leaning further against her as she felt her heart slow.

"I'm sorry, Izzy." Alma says softly against the woman's suit, her arms wrapped around her waist as she leaned against her, her cane long forgotten in the corner of the room.

"It's alright, Fay." Isabel replies, tightening her hold on the woman.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How She Acts When She First Brings You Home ♡

(sorry I struggled to end it, I hope you still like it, this is also funny because I do not eat lo mein anymore, I don't eat any noodles or bread.)

You'd nearly crapped your pants yesterday when The Boss spotted you at the office and told you that you were her mate and you would be moving in with her the following day. She wasn't there the next morning when the security team helped you move your stuff into her penthouse but there were little sticky notes everywhere explaining things, perhaps she thought you'd have an easier time adapting to your new home without your new mate lurking over your shoulder but either way you did appreciate having time for yourself before you were thrust into being her mate.

That peace did have to come to an end though because sometime around 4 PM she knocked on the door lightly calling out, "My Beloved, I'm going to come inside now, okay?" Someone might think you were her new cat with how she was treating you, stepping lightly and talking quietly to not spook you.

"H-hello Ma'am?" You stood up from the couch still surrounded by boxes because you really weren't sure where you were allowed to put your belongings. As she walked closer you realized she was so much fucking taller than you, at the very least 6'4 but her shoulders were broad which also gave her the appearance of being a behemoth, yeah she was gonna tear you apart at some point.

"It's Sawyer, Beloved. Why haven't you unpacked yet?" She tilted her head at you, she had only got you yesterday so she hadn't had time to install cameras in the pent house yet, if she had then she would have called you and asked you why you hadn't unpacked much sooner in the day. She'd need to remedy the camera problem quickly.

"I-I don't know where I'm allowed to put my stuff." You tried not to look up at her, her eyes felt like they were constantly sizing you up though that was actually just her appreciating finally having her mate in front of her.

"Anywhere you'd like, or if you prefer I can help you tomorrow?" You nodded, sure spending time with her was hard but it was your life from now on and hopefully if she helped then it would minimize the risk of you moving things too much and having her get angry at you. "First we should have dinner though, you must be hungry I'm sure."

"Yes m-ma'am, uhm S-sawyer, I'm hungry..." She hummed in approval when you said her name and went to go order dinner for the both of you.

"I ordered Lo Mein for us, Beloved, I heard this place was popular amongst the humans nowadays but I'm willing to order something else if you wish." She didn't want to let you know the place was extremely expensive and usually took a reservation to get, you likely wouldn't be comfortable with that at this stage of the relationship. "Would you care to take a bath while we wait? It may help you de-stress, I have lots of oils. Oh! Also I have bathrobes prepared so you need not worry about that part yet, My Beloved."

Okay so she was a lot more nicer than you had expected but this was likely the part where she jumped you like a wild animal and your suspicions would be confirmed right? Wrong! Because here you were ten minutes late as she rubbed scents into your hair complimenting how beautiful it was and how she appreciated you allowing her to care for it.

"Uhm Ma- Sawyer aren't you going to do something with m-me?" You had to bite the bullet if you wanted to get this over with quick, you didn't want to live in fear of when it was coming, afterall weren't supernaturals supposed to be instantly attracted to their mates, you'd heard people usually mated same day as they met and Sawyer was the boss so shouldn't her desires be increased?

"Do you want me to do something with you?" Sawyer already knew the answer was no just by your smell alone but she did hope that you would when she had gotten home, still even if she wanted you she was more than willing to wait for it.

"N-no, it's just-" "It's just you thought I'd jump your bones the moment I had you in my penthouse?" She cut you off frowning only for a moment when you nodded in response before returning to a straight face and continuing to take care of your hair. "Here come on out, Beloved."

"I'm sorry. I s-shouldn't have assumed." You took her hand as she stood up from the bath and pulled you up gently, passing you a towel and some of your pajamas.

"I'll buy you better pajamas as soon as I can get the tailor in, he's from the demon realm so it may take a week or so." She looked away from you going behind a partition to change into her clothes though you could still see the top of her head poking out. "Not to worry, I will never look unless I know you want me to."

"I'm alright, I d-don't need much." She tutted, leaning against the wall as she waited for you to finish dressing, getting an alert on her phone that her security team had placed the food on the kitchen table for the both of you. "Well maybe just one outfit." It wasn't what she wanted clearly but she did seem pleased with your response.

"The food arrived, My Beloved, shall we go eat?" She looked at your wet hair with a frown as you walked over to her letting her know you were dressed, snapping it dry with a partial grin and offering you her arm.

"Y-yeah that sounds nice." This was still shaky territory and you made sure to remind yourself that the entire time you ate, sure she was nice now during dinner but what might she be expecting come nightfall, you couldn't fall for her charms yet, this was still very much your former boss who held the entire city in her pocket. There was no such thing as too much caution with her.

"We could cuddle now that we've eaten, if you would like, My Beloved." She took your plates to the sink, setting them there for her to deal with at a later time, for now she just wanted to hold you meanwhile you wanted to skip straight to bedtime despite it being early in the day, at least that way her intentions would reveal themselves early.

"A-actually I'd like to go to sleep if that's okay with you?" Finally you could get rid of these confusing thoughts because the true her would show itself, the moment she had you on her bed, surely you would finally see for yourself what things she truly had in mind for you. Except no because she laid you very carefully in the crook of her arm and barely even seemed to want to breathe too heavily, scared of disrupting your rest.

"S-sawyer? W-why haven't you done anything?" You must be ugly, that must be it, that is the only reason a monster like her has not jumped you yet, except it didn't really make sense if you gave it even a second of thought because soulmates where supposed to be the most desirable thing to a person and she had showered you in praise and compliments the entire time she watched you eat what you suspected was highly expensive Lo Mein.

"My Beloved, I already told you, nothing will happen until you want it, so be at ease and sleep." She placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, frowning slight as you rolled around to face her. "Are you having trouble sleeping, My Beloved? We could always move elsewhere and try to fall asleep again later."

"N-no, uhm would you just talk to me while I fall asleep? I'd love to learn more about you?" She smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead before chatting away about some goats that she used to see on the mountain where she grew up which was boring enough for you to finally drift off to sleep, finally convinced she was not in fact going to do something awful to you.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Reunion (a self-ship minific)

So....u-uh......that line of dialogue from Immortal Golden Cheese....? I-it's been days since I've seen it....a-and....I-I can't get it outta my head.....so.....H-here's a short thing of me seeing that form for the first time. Th-this is under the belief that it's a transformation still, tho....I-I just......w-wanted to do this.....

Th-this takes place right after episode 6.....

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How long has it been....? I lost track of time...but it feels like it's been an eternity.....

The last time I saw her, she had yelled at me to go to safety, to follow the Cheesebirds, after the earthquake.....I was so started by her raising her voice that I hadn't had time to ask her any of the questions that had been racing through my mind.....about what was going on, and where she was going....All I knew was that it was serious.

She'd only be that serious, when her kingdom was in danger.....

I'd made it to a cramped, small shelter, accompanied by almost every single Cheesebird I knew.....Almost the entire kingdom itself....In that case, the room itself was pretty big to fit all of us, but it still certainly felt cramped.....and the atmosphere was tense. No one knew what was going on, except that we all had to obey our queen's orders in order to support her....

Then the hours passed.....and I felt more and more restless....and helpless.....

Trapped....in this room....without her there to talk to.....and hold me.....Nothing to calm me down, nothing to give me comfort.....Even if my fellow denizens tried, nothing worked.....Everything was too uncertain.....

But then....just as I was on the edge of breaking out of the room in my desperation to find her.....I heard her voice again.

The Cheesebirds all cheered, as the entrance to our hideaway opened. I felt like crying tears of joy immediately at the sound.....

She's here....She's back....!

As everyone flocked back to the outside, eager to get fresh air....I lingered behind, my body still feeling tense....and that's when I saw her, standing at the entrance, waiting for me.....smiling at me.....

"Y-Your....Radiance....?" I asked in my disbelief....

It had to be her....There was no one else it could be....This aura, this powerful, yet comforting presence.....and that face....it was her...

But....she looked different....

She looked......even more majestic somehow.....More ethereal....More godlike.....Her presence had become even more dominant....to the point where I stopped in my tracks as she approached me....

This....was real, right....?

Very briefly, I faltered. I wondered....how she could look so otherworldly, so suddenly.....It had to be a dream of mine, born out of my desire to see her again....Because, in real life, there was no way for her, the radiant queen, to become even more perfect than she already was....It....It simply wasn't possible....!

I was stunned at the sight, as if falling for her at first sight all over again....as she stepped in front of me, and calmed my doubts by bringing a hand to cup my cheek, trapping me in her gaze.....as she'd done so many times before....

And that's when I felt I could finally melt. It was real.

"You're.....you're back....." I managed to stutter weakly, leaning into her touch like a woman starved, "Oh, I....I....I missed you so much....!"

"I too, my sweet one...~" she replied.

All the stress built up over her absence felt like it was finally releasing all at once....I feel choked up, about to cry after I'd kept a brave face the whole time.....and she can tell.

She wraps her arms around me, and holds me close, surrounding me in her warmth....I bury my face in her shoulder, confirming her presence to myself once more.....She's back....She's back.....It's over.....

I can feel myself getting emotional, yet I still try to speak. "I-I waited where you told me, but....but...you wouldn't come back...." Oh no, here come the tears.... "....and- I-I got so-"

"Shhhhhhh~...." she hushes me, as she runs her fingers through my thick hair, "I know.....I know...."

Her voice is as soft as it always is in moments like this.....So soft, so that special color of her voice stands out so well.....There's no other voice like hers, and I can never get enough....Especially when she's saying such comforting things to me....

But...even when keeping her voice gentle....There's something slightly different about the way she's holding me.....Her grip on me is usually firm, for the sake of keeping me feel safe, but....she's holding me a bit tighter than usual....As if.....she's really, really happy to see me, too.....

As if.....happy to hold me again.....after a rough day for both of us.....

"I'm sorry...." she speaks again after a while, "I did not mean to be gone so long....I wanted to return, but....was needed somewhere...."

Needed somewhere.....?

She sighs after she finishes speaking, and kisses the top of my head, before bringing her face down into my neck....and I wonder....about what she could've possibly been through, while away from her kingdom.....Is it OK to ask her....? I'm not sure.....and I don't have it in me to ask right now, anyway.....

For now, I just wanna....relax....and melt into her, like I do so well....

We stay like that for a while....until we hear the voices of Cheesebirds outside, calling for us....and we pull away from each other, knowing it's time to leave this all behind us. But first, she takes a moment to wipe the tears from my eyes for me....

I look up at her again, no longer focusing only on her eyes, and I now get a really good view of her....new look.....up close.....

I'm awestruck again.

She was....glowing....

Her hair has gotten brighter, to the point that it looks like sunlight itself has fused with her.....and it trails behind her now, looking like what I'd pictured the tails of a phoenix looking like.....Her wings, already a striking enough sight before, have changed as well, into an more majestic appearance.....her outermost feathers looking especially like they were created by even more sunlight....

All this, and she still has those same eyes....letting me know....this is her. This is Queen Golden Cheese, the one I'd given myself to....The same one who'd taken me in, and given me so many blissful moments....

Except....she looked even more like a goddess.....Like the embodiment of a gorgeous solar flare, born from the sun's very corona....

I have no idea how she came to look this way.....but I can't deny what's before me.....

After realizing I've been gawking at her, I avert my eyes and step back from her, taking a deep breath to try to calm myself......but.....my thoughts are interrupted familiar chuckle....

She reaches towards me again....and she guides my face back to look at her again...

"Hm? Is my radiance too blinding for you~?" she asks me teasingly, lightening the mood.

I attempt to answer her, but all that comes outta my mouth is a series of stutters. Dear cheese, it really IS like I've regressed to how I was during our first meeting again.....How embarrassing....! Get it together! It's still her! I shouldn't be acting so braindead.....!

"I-I....I just....uh...." I stutter weakly, the words not coming out right, "Uh.....y-you're....very, very....uh...."

Words can't describe what I'm looking at, even if I could speak properly....

She's used to me reacting this way, thankfully, and only idly caresses my cheek with a thumb as I'm losing my mind.....My face flushes red.....like I'm burning up from basking in her for too long.....

But.....I can't look away....because she doesn't want me to.

"Go on~...." she urges me, "You can look all you want, my sweet Parsley...~"

Always, encouraging me to worship her with every breath I take....By giving me everything I could ever ask for.....Letting me become greedier and greedier, for her and her alone....

She wouldn't have it any other way....It's why I'm her subject. It's why she accepted my feelings....

So...I shouldn't be surprised.....that she wouldn't want me to look away....

"You're....you're very....Hnnnn......"

My voice leaves me completely as she brings her face closer to mine.....and closer, and closer still, until I'm fully encased in the heavenly light that surrounds her....

Her lips meet mine, and claim me again.

I belong to her.....forevermore.....

Even when she looks like someone I shouldn't be able to reach.....I still somehow did it....I reached her....and allowed her to grab me and never let go. I never doubted she'd return.....but being away from her was agony still. Waiting for her, I'd felt so lost and empty.....but now, she's filling my heart back up with warmth.....

I'm only complete with her. With my god....When I can be near her, and know, without question, that I'm hers.

When she pulls away from me, the light had died down. She looks the same as she always does, complete with that familiar smirk on her face as she looks down at me. It's suddenly like nothing's changed, and what I'd seen had been all in my head.....I could've sworn she'd looked different just now, and I can remember the image vividly, but.....no, it's gone....! There's no trace of it.....All I can see is my queen, perfect as ever.....Am I losing my mind still....? It couldn't have been a dream, cuz I'm awake right now....! So....what was that....?

For a moment, she look behind her, touching one of her wings....and lets out a sigh.....then, she puts a hand on my waist, and walks with me to the outside, while I'm still processing what just happened.....

Maybe I had imagined it.....After all, there was truly no way for her to look even more gorgeous than she already does....

I shake my head, and look up at her....she looks back, and I'm overcome with gratitude. It's over.....It's really over....

Maybe I'll ask what happened later....but for now, there's only one question I wanna ask....

"Y-you're not gonna....go away again, are you....?"

"Not for a while. I promise~"

[jakexneytiri]

Ask no further!! Here it is, yours truly the humble narrator for you this morning!!! Its kind of long cause I dream writers-style and it sucks-lol

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It was late, my eyes prying open as I pulled my head up and off the metal surface, the digital clock upon my desk burning bright with red digits. '6:47AM'  The numbers looked like a throbbing headache, this being what my mind registered as the fifth time I'd checked to see if I had finished my paperwork. One page, crinkled and half written, remained before me. I could see the blur in my eyes before I realized multiple tears had began to fall out of frustration, my voice echoed within my mind, frustration apparent to myself. 'I've been here hours! Why does this shit keep coming!?'  My hands came up to wipe my eyes, the stress steaming off of me through the lab coat I had resting over me. "I've walked by here four times already.." A voice all too familiar to me spoke, Texan accent ringing as I turned to peer over my monitor. "Wha..?" I blinked, readjusted my glasses to sit straight on the bridge of my nose, "Uh, a-are you looking for someone?" I was partially aware of what could happen, my dreams usually had a way of letting me know how I could shift a situation.

I ignored them all, totally enamored by how much detail was put into such a lucid one. The colonel looked like he'd just gotten back from a mission, wifebeater stained in bluish-red blood that trailed down to his dirt-stained cargo pants, it looked brutal. "Aren't you one of the science pukes that actually knows how to care for the avatar bodies?" It wasn't for what my mind had concurred, I cursed myself. "Are you done with your plant bullshit yet, I don't have all damn night?!" He sneered, obviously becoming impatient, which caused me to stand quickly, blatantly ignoring my desk head of hair and indents from how I'd passed out. "I'm sorry, here, come on this way to the back." I tried to sound less intimidated, less bitchy, less attitude that I usually give. (Believe me, fuck with me about sleep I'll end your life.)

As I gloved up, winding around the table that the tall creature chose to sit on, I snuck glances at him, watching his movements to reveal his state of undress to me. It was large, the wound, a gash about the length of my whole arm from shoulder to fingertip and it was lightly oozing blood. "What did this? Viper-Wolf?" It was a shot in the dark, but the gash had ridges, "Yeah, after I was chased by some god-damn monkeys.." His voice grumbled, the vibration falling down and through my hands as I cleaned the dried blood off. As for my response, I only hummed, not too sure what he'd want in return other than a reason to get upset or worse. Soon I was finally ready to begin stitching the wound, the needle in it's curve softly pierced his flesh and he hissed, low, pained with a small grunt. His gaze burned so harshly into the top of my head that I could feel my brain melting inside, his large hand coming to roughly pat down its hold onto my shoulder as I threaded through him for the fifth time, tugging the clear string lightly back to hear him purr, "Good girl.." from the depths of his chest, "Take your time.." I swallowed audibly, gaining further anxiousness while my hands aimed the tool back and shifted it through him again.

___Visual Cutscene___ (Ill cut the banter short babies- But yeah, I'm a smartass and that's why were here now-)

Soon, I found myself pinned between him and the medical table, the metal tinging slightly with every time my lab coats buttons brushed against the table-legs. My thighs had been hoisted up and gripped at the knee, folding me roughly in half against the plush of my breasts almost enough to hurt due to the pressure against my lungs. His grin imprinted itself in my head, I whimpered at the sight of his eyes narrowing at me, challenging me to peer down ever so slightly to see the sight of something so incredibly large that my head would turn to putty at just the tip.. "Still think you're tough shit, princess?" He teased, head poking lightly at my thigh through my tights, which had been ripped during the process of his manhandling, his shaft trailed down to the tear at my entrance, the slick already unbearably wet and coating everything. "Always will, until proven wrong.." I replied, face still cherry red. "Good.." He drawled, finally plunging into me, my vision instantly going white-

THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP!!!!!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk!!

OH MY GOD?????????? I WISH I COULD REMEMBER MY DREAMS THIS VIVIDLY BC FUCK

[phobylee]

Decided I'd start actually making fics for this AU, so here's the first one! Spun up the idea for this AU roughly eight or nine months ago now with the idea that Caleb's a ghost who stuck around for a long, long time with the purpose of haunting Philip for his bullshit. That's about the gist of it.

Now, you will be warned. This fic has some mild gore, body horror and of course topics around death and the feelings behind it. If you don't like angst, this isn't your AU. I've been working on it for a long, long while but I've been too afraid to go into detail about it aside from sharing some art for it here and there.. but that stops now! Going to get into what Philip's doing as well later.

Enjoy below the cut!

Familiar Spirits

Blessed Be

___

Caleb suddenly found that he could no longer breathe. Maybe it was the sudden surge of stress that filled his body, or the aching cold that made him want to tear open his own flesh to expose his nerves to the warmth.

The man gaped and sputtered, unable to even gasp through the pain. With each slight movement, a new agony stabbed his chest. He could do nothing more than stare up, watching blankly at the fading world as scarlet flames licked his hair.

For a long while, Caleb couldn't remember why he was even there. It was like putting together a jigsaw puzzle in his mind, where his thoughts slowly came to the surface before disappearing again from his fingertips. He could feel some things, though. He felt warm, sticky blood clouding his left eye, his neck, his mouth, chest and arms. He felt the fear and panic from god knows what ebbing away. And last of all, what he hated the most: he could feel the pit of confused emptiness left behind in fear's place.

One more attempt at a breath and he'd given up. His brain felt fuzzy and tingly. Bright, vivid flashes flew past his darkening vision. He could see faces in those peculiar images; they were familiar faces, ones he assumed were very important to him. Oh, how he wished he could reach out to touch them. Before his very eyes, Caleb saw the film of his entire short life play out. Growing up, grieving, growing, fitting in, losing faith, losing hope, gaining that hope again, pushing forward and… inevitably..

Dying.

That's what is happening now. He's dying, isn't he?

When the memories concluded and the world went permanently black, Caleb struggled to call for help. By then he was already in a deep void. It was cold and lonely and awful. Echoing along the endless walls, he could hear a faint voice. It was almost too faint to hear. It was beckoning him, begging him, comforting him– it made promises and told him he would be okay. And then they just stopped. He couldn't hear it anymore. Just silence.

Caleb managed to sit up on his knees, staring in horror at the endless blackness all around him. Maybe if he tried to find a way out, he could respond to that voice. He could see their face. He could assure them that he was fine, that he wasn't dead yet– that he–

"I'm afraid it's too late for that, my child," whispered a new voice. Caleb stiffened in fear and whipped around, searching for it on his hands and knees. What he couldn't see, he tried to feel.

"H-hello?" Caleb asked shakily. "Who's there? Who are you? Where am I?!"

"Your subconscious, dear," the voice came again. It echoed and moved in a way that was almost ethereal– a heavenly voice– but Caleb was not at all comforted by that fact. It solidified that- yes, he was indeed dead. "The last part of your mind to die," they went on.

"How long will I be trapped here?" Caleb barely managed to mutter, biting back a whimper.

"Not too much longer, I'm afraid. Once your brain finishes shutting down, it's off with me to the final destination."

Final.. destination? Caleb squinted, trying desperately to see the owner of the voice. It was hard to, but he could just barely make out a mass of wings, a slender beak, and glistening eyes all over its body.

If he could sweat right now, he would be.

"Oh dear, don't be afraid," the angelic creature reassured, drifting over to meet the top of his head with one of their wings. "It isn't a hard journey."

"But I'm not ready," Caleb quickly said, shaking in anger and fear. "I'm not READY to die! My wife! My kid!" It was coming to him now. "I can't just leave them here! I can't make her raise them all on her own! And my brother, he– what if he.."

"Hurts someone else?" The figure tilted their head, gently stroking his hair in an attempt to put him at ease. "So you feel there is.. unresolved business with your family, yes?"

Caleb nodded meekly.

"Mm, I see," They huffed, removing their wing. Slowly stepping back, they urged him to sit. Caleb did as told, though warily.

"I can allow this.. but there are.. conditions. If you're certain you'd like to stay, I need to ensure you will not pass on after this. And to do so.."

"Yes, please!" Caleb shouted before she finished, covering his mouth. "I'm.. I'm sorry."

"You needn't apologize, dear," the figure hummed, putting a clawed finger to her beak. The sound she made was hard to hear– but something seemed to respond. Something moved, the darkness shuddered and shuffled, and before Caleb could so much as speak, something lunged at him. A beast of feathers and claws, horrifying and wrong, bowed its head and sniffed at his face. It surrounded him and enveloped him, greeting him with a snarl.

"This.. will be your other half," the "angel" spoke, ruffling the creature's mane. "To keep you tied to this Realm, since you are not of this world, this Beast– not alive nor entirely dead– will act as your anchor. You cannot leave the Living World until you are both at peace. Together. Is that understood?"

"I… I.." Caleb stared into the beast's white, bitter eyes. They were narrowed and distrustful, examining Caleb closely.

"I don't know if I can–"

"Good," the angel said, clapping her feathered hands. "I'll send you both back then."

"Wait, what-??" Caleb started, scrambling forward to object. "You can't just–"

"Goodbye, Mr. Wittebane." Her head tilted once more, and before he knew it he was back in the fire.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 49 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

- Lincoln -

"Kalem..." Kalem disappears before I could finish.

I blink.

Frozen in this room that had suddenly gone quiet, too quiet with Kalem's absence but all I can do is stare blankly at the spot he'd held just a second ago.

My body drags itself forward, as if to chance after him but he was already gone.

Gone but somehow, the hurt that had flooded his gaze in that last moment was still here and so was the raw pain that rode his every word.

"Go, you're always busy..."

I lock my jaws tight to keep my warring emotions inside but it's useless.

In the deafening quiet, all I can feel is the way my guilt battles with my residing anger.

"It's not fair, that I'm always alone."

I curse God and myself as Kalem's words loop in my mind, adding to the chaos already living there.

I'd never been one to lose control of my mind, my emotions or my actions but now, I felt like I was fraying at the seams.

Pacing, I clutch at my hair, then my fingers, then anything at all to put this frantic anxiety to rest.

Things had been a lot before but now...

What do I deal with first?

Kalem, the clan's defences, the ongoing war efforts, the Nyphilim...

"Dear God," I curse again, the bellow that escapes me painfully broken to my own ears.

Anger, I knew.

Regret, guilt and pain, I knew them all.

I'd experienced them before.

But fear… this raw, true fear that was building inside of me was something I'd never experienced before.

I dealt with a vast variety of monstrosities in my life but I'd never faced a Nyphilim.

A creature that had made the Elf, who never dared to show emotions that wavered from confidence, pale when he'd first told us about the Nyphilim race and the power they had once held.

Fear was all I saw then and it was all I felt now.

He'd made it clear that if Kalem was ever to lose his way, we wouldn't survive and neither would he.

Despite our greatest efforts, the end result would be unassailable death.

Now, a Nyphilim that wasn't my own was coming here...

It's only when I rest a hand on my chest do I realize how staggered my breaths are now.

My chest heaves, my vision frays while I try to get a logical thought through the chaotic maze my mind was becoming.

There was always a solution, always a way.

We just had to gather our forces, strengthen our borders and be ready to give it our all, even if it wouldn't be enough.

But that was just the thing, it wouldn't be enough.

It would tear through us all, decimate our souls, putting a swift end to all the people I grew to care about, the ones who trusted me with their lives, to my closest friends and... Kalem.

Kalem.

Kalem who looked at me like I'd torn his heart apart before he'd run away from me.

I'd hurt him.

That look, those wet, hazel eyes, they'd said it all.

I'd hurt my love.

"Pylen."

I twist to face the sound that had startled me out of my lawless thoughts.

The desperate rapping against the door comes again when I don't respond.

"I'm truly sorry to push, Pylen but the Amaris liaison..."

Right.

I was supposed to be meeting with this liaison, this critical link to building our forces, though that hardly seemed important in the face of Kalem's actions.

God, how could Kalem have done this?

"You don't even care."

"No..no," I argue to no one.

I did care.

I cared for nothing more than Kalem's future happiness.

It was why I'd worked so hard for him.

I'd missed him just as much, missed his warmth, his company, his joy.

"You forgot about me."

The seams of my mind undo themselves faster, my barely tamed anger rising once more as sheer panic, exhaustion and stress try to light a match inside of me.

Closing my eyes tight, I spread my curled fingers and force myself to take a deep breath.

With all that plagues my mind, it almost chokes me but I manage.

I'd deal with this liaison - if we were truly under threat, we'd need all the support we could get.

Then I'd ensure the clan was safe and ready as we could be.

Once that was done, I'd go to Kalem and...

"You forgot about me."

The peace I barely grasp almost fumbles as those words weigh me down.

Kalem and I didn't fight.

We talked when things were upsetting either of us, we might even argue if we didn't see eye to eye and then Kalem might give me the silent treatment as punishment but we didn't fight.

It wasn't... us.

All the pain and anger lingering between us wasn't something I was used to and it hurt.

Hurt almost as much as the way he looked at me did.

"Pylen?"

I force my anguish down, shoving it deep into that dark quiet spot of my soul that I'd lived in before Kalem so that I could think.

I had a duty to this clan and everyone in it. 

We'd need strength more than ever now and this would achieve that.

With another deep breath, I take hold of what was left of my strength and head for the door.

When I show myself to the world, it's without a sliver of my internal restlessness on display.

The guards at my door, three of my order, fall into step behind me, keeping up with my rushed steps as I head straight for the throne room.

Wenquie had insisted on us meeting formally in the throne room, saying that it would reflect our power and strength.

He'd claimed that tailored suits that reflected the clan's image would do the same.

I'd agreed, reluctantly but I refused to sit on the throne, that was highly unnecessary.

At my approach, the pair posted outside the throne room's door pull them open for me to move inside.

I quickly sweep my gaze over the intimidating space that was nothing like the old, abandoned one I never paid any attention to.

It was clean now, more modern with the clan's Sigel hanging from strategically placed banners but it was also sparkling in a way that all the places Kalem touched did.

Rubbing my hands over my chest, I try to ease the ache there as I head for the two bodies conversing in the centre of the space.

Glimpsing me approaching over the shoulder of the large man facing him, Wenquie smiles widely and gestures my way.

"Here he is now."

When the man turns, my eyes immediately zone into on the stroke of bright, gold paint that runs down the length of his face, from his right temple down to his chin, it only breaks at the opening of his amber eye.

Similarly, golden bands coiled around his thick dread-locks, holding them taut and away from his face in a carefully styled manner that silently proclaimed something close to royalty.

When Wenquie had referenced a liaison, I'd expected someone smaller who'd be clutching books to keep a meticulous record of the dealings we'd make, not the six five-man who I stopped in front of now.

"Lincoln, please meet Luciel, the Amaris liaison," Wequie introduces with all the flare his body could produce.

Amber eyes hold mine for only a moment before their owner dips respectfully.

"Pylen Lincoln, it is an honour to meet you," the man, Luciel, says before he slowly rises. "We've heard nothing but great things about your growing clan and your leadership."

My leadership, it felt like a personal attack given what was currently happening. 

I don't show the unease that causes me though as I try to work out an appropriate response.

While worded pleasantries were something I had to navigate on the best of days, today, my mind could barely focus on what was happening without circling back to Kalem's news and his tears.

"I only wanted to help."

I inhale deeply and force a tight smile.

"That is pleasing to hear, thank you. But the honour is all ours to host a member of such a powerful clan, especially when it's one known for its strength and resilience." 

When I glance at Wenquie, I see the way he was practically glowing with pride from my delivery.

Luciel allows a small smile of his own as he folds his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, your praise is illuminating."

"It is only the truth," I reply as I hold the sharp amber gaze before me closely.

Once again, I couldn't help but note how this man didn't carry any of the traits one would expect of an acting intermediary.

While he was perfectly respectful, his stance was oddly bold.

Legs spread, spine straight, gaze unflinching.

It wasn't the character of someone who favoured political warfare, this was the stance of a man who understood power, real power.

Perhaps he'd grasped it at some point of this eternal life and still held on to the taste of it.

"You flatter," Luciel says, dipping his head slightly again but I can't quite manage the respectful smile Wenquie slips on with ease.

Maybe I was just too wound up but something scratched at the back of my mind that I was missing something here.

It wasn't a hushed threat of danger and I didn't think this was a trap of some sort but it felt like I was blindly overlooking a piece to the man standing before me.

When neither Luciel nor myself say another word, Wenquie speedily slides in.

"You have travelled very far, while we're happy to start negotiations now, if you're tired and require rest..."

"Thank you but I am perfectly fine," Luciel interrupts. "My clan would prefer that I find myself back on route before nightfall, postponing this will only delay that."

Wenquie frowns and so do I but he still nods respectfully.

"Of course, if you'd follow me."

[thoughtsofnowandagain]

23 feb 2023

I'm on the verge of tears and it's so stupid. I feel misunderstood and unheard. It's 11:45pm on a thursday. It's friday tomorrow, sam's day off. I have a bridal trial tomorrow morning at 11. Before that, I have to make teas and coffees for me and sam- a friday tradition, I also have to take the ring doorbell off and reconnect it to the wifi- an absolute ballache of a job that I've put off since tuesday but I have to do this because I won't be able to hear the doorbell when I'm in the cabin.

After the trial, I'll also have to sort out lunch which will probably be Maccies because I'd like to go to the sunbeds- very bad I know, but is 8 minutes in a controlled environment better than hours on a beach with an unknown amount of harmful rays? After that, I need to go to my mums and pick up a bag that I'd like to wear- it's a tiny DKNY backpack. THEN, go to the shops and pick up bits for tomorrow's breakfast.

From there, I'd like to go to my friends house and pick up a curler that she borrowed. I need this for the next day but maybe I can do without it.

So yeah, I already have a busy day ahead running errands, and also looking after this man child of a boyfriend. OH and I have to be home for 4pm because I have a client in at 4:30pm in the cabin.

So it's a stressful day ahead. It's also Meg's hen do the day after and I'm picking her up at about 10:30, getting her back to mine for 11am, spend two hours to get her ready- no time to do myself so I'll have to get ready before I pick her up which takes me an hour and a half so I'l have to get ready at 8 be done by 9:30 and be in the car for 10. latest.

As if that wasn't enough to drive me to tears, Sam has said at 11:45pm, that we're going to spoons with 3 of his friends. One of which is a girlfriend and sam does the typical 'she's only going because you're going' ...excuse me? At what point did I say I'm going?? But now, I can't say no because of that insufferable desire to be liked. Old habits die hard, I guess.

So now I have to go to spoons for 'a bit of food and a couple drinks' at 6:30 tomorrow. Which means I have an hour max to get myself presentable. I'll have to wash my hair and airwrap it, that takes me about an hour itself. I also need to do my makeup which granted can only take me 5 minutes. And I need to figure out what to wear. I can save time by finding something to wear now, at 12:01am but I'm too overwhelmed by my schedule to do that right now.

Also the hair washing fucks me off. I'll have to wash my hair at 5pm instead of 10pm like I had planned. This wouldn't be an issue except those 5 hours really do make a difference. nI have oily hair so if I wash it too early, even 5 hours early, it's not going to make Saturday all day which is why I want to wash my hair as late as possible. I have lah extensions on too. Right now it's been 10 days since my last infill, these russian fans are coming out so quick. I'll wash my face tonight, lashes fall out. I have to wear makeup for this bridal trial tomorrow, so when I wash my face to go to bastard spoons, lashes will fall out. Then when I wash my face after spoons, LASHES WILL FALL OUT AND THEY WONT MAKE IT TO SATURDAY. And chances are I'll have to wash my hair again that night because they all fucking smoke so I either sit on a big ass table by myself on a Friday night in a busy pub in my hometown full of my old classmates, or stand outside in the freezing cold while my freshly washed hair marinates in that disgusting tobacco smoke mixed with some tutti fruiti vape bull shit. Fuck I miss drugs. Drugs are very very bad and a very slippery slope for me but at least they were odourless.

That's fine, sam says I don't have to go. Oh well actually he says 'Well don't go then!' after I huffed and puffed about how it's not fair that he's just signed me up for this. So lets explore that option.

If I don't go, I'll probably still have to take sam to spoons and pick him up which I can't be fucked to do cos if I do that I might as well fucking stay. If I don't play my signature role of taxi man, sam will stay out much much later. 'No I'll be home by 10' An absolute lie that he's told over and over again. There is no chance because 2 of those friends are boyfriend and girlfriend so they'll dip real early. That leave Sam and his 1 friend who is going through another dark patch because his girlfriend left him and he'll 'die alone' Cue a very unsupportive get-a-grip eyeroll. I'm a big advocate for mental health (especially considering my own very apparent fucked mental health) but I mean dude, this happens all the time, and he seems to find the younger weird unsociable girls. This one? Never heard a fucking peep out of her. Actually I didn't hear anything out of the other ones either tbf.

Anyways, his friends mum won't pick him up until 12am, and she'll be the one taking Sam home. Theres an option for sam to say 'ah I got to be home early' to his friend but he wont. He'll stay with his friend until 12am because he can't say no to anyone (except me, in fact that's all he says to me these days) I'll be at home, probably not eating dinner, clean hair and waiting for him to come home like a dog. I don't sleep well when he's not here.

I'm exhausted just thinking about it. Saturday is the Hen Do which I've obviously taken lead on, it's literally 12 hours of wearing the 'preppy excited I'm- not- tired' mask and my social battery is very easily drained and it's recharge time is more than insufficient.

So to conclude...

Don't Go:

-FOMO

-Won't sleep until sam strolls home at an ungodly hour when I have an even bigger day coming

-Will have clean hair

-Don't need to figure out an outfit

-Don't need to play pretend and make conversation. Conversation that I can't even hear by the way, it's so fucking loud in spoons.

Go:

-Lashes won't last

-Hair will be fucked

-Have to find an outfit

-Very high stress end to a very high stress day

-Very tight timing schedule

-Lose a few years worth of hearing because it's so loud

-Risk seeing people from school, so you have to look good

-Spend money that you for sure do not have

Honestly, fuck it. I don't want to fucking go. /but then I'll be letting people down. If I don't go this time, it might mean they won't invite me ever again because why invite her? she always says no anyway.

Ideally, it would be best if Sam doesn't sign me up to these in the first place. All he needs to do tomorrow is play his fucking games, poo pick, shower with his 14 in 1, and go to spoons. He wouldn't even need to do the laundry because I've either done it or he's got enough to last him a few days. Which means I'll get the 'please can you put the washing in while I'm at work?' which kind of translates to me 'I work full time, you do housework okay?'

...No, not okay. but you weren't really asking me anyway.

[ikaroux]

Learning to love yourself Albedo, Kazuha, Tartaglia.

Synopsis: There are things about you that you can hate. Curves that are too pronounced. A face that is too round. A more self-effacing character. And you sometimes wonder, "Why did he choose me?"

Style: f!reader, Cute, sweet, loving, reassuring, established relationship.

Alert: A little NSFW for some characters, but nothing explicit.

Characters: Albedo, Kazuha, Tartaglia/Childe

Part 1: Diluc Zhongli Kaeya Xiao

Note: The sequel! I would do Ayato, Dainsleif and/or Itto/Scaramouche next. Your choice.

I'm hesitant to post a first part for "How are they with their pregnant companion?" Al Haitham and Dottore are already finished and I'm starting Pantalone. So I wanted to know if you wanted me to post the 3 characters once finished or if you prefer to wait until I finish Pantalone, Ayato, Itto, Heizou and Cyno?

Ps: For Childe, you will come across this word "lyubov'" which means love in Russian. Little affectionate word that the man gives you in his language.

If people who understand Russian are passing by, I hope I am using the word "love" correctly!

Masterlist

A few months ago, you had suffered a strong trauma, resulting in intense stress and severe depression. You felt so bad that it caused a large part of your hair to turn white, making you plunge a little further into your malaise. Albedo couldn't stand to see you like this, curled up in your own world. He had always known you to be cheerful, coquettish and smiling. Seeing you like this, lost in the darkness of your mind, made his heart ache. You stayed locked up in your room, without speaking, eating and drinking hardly. You had lost weight and this worried your lover who, obsessed by your health, stopped going to his laboratory to work at home. This way, he could take care of you and get you back on your feet.

"Y/n… I made your favorite pastries. How about you come and enjoy them with me?" - You simply shook your head. Your room was pitch black and, as usual, Albedo found you inside, sitting on the bed with your arms around your knees. Albedo sighed. Of course, it wasn't annoyance or weariness, but simply dismay. He looked at you for a long time, not knowing exactly what to do or what to say to get you out of the deep water you had plunged into. Slowly, he walked over to you, finding a comfortable place beside you. One of his hands cautiously curled behind your head, drawing you gently against his shoulder. His sudden warmth made your eyes widen. You could feel his lips resting tenderly on your hair.

"Could we go out? You know, there are a lot of people who are worried about you. Sucrose stopped by earlier to ask about you." - His voice was soft, like a whisper in your ear as he continued to cuddle your hair.

"She'll be even more worried when she sees my white hair." - Albedo's chest to vibrate against your cheek. Curious, you looked up at him to see him laughing tenderly. Was he laughing at you? No. To tell you the truth, you felt more like Albedo had just realized something about you. Was it because you were worried about the state of your hair?

"I'd worry more about the dark circles under your eyes, butterfly." - Your eyebrows had furiously furrowed. Dark circles? Alerted, you jumped out of bed to look in a mirror. Shocked, you noticed that your dark circles were black, your features tired and your skin pale. Tears stung your eyes… you felt exhausted, ugly. The white hair made you look like a grandmother.

"How do you keep loving me with that face?" - And before you knew it, Albedo was behind you, his head resting on your shoulder and his hands tenderly embracing your lower belly.

"Your face is beautiful. So is your hair. I don't care about the color of it, I don't care about your dark circles or the worn out features of your skin… I like your qualities as well as your defects. You're not perfect and that's what makes you unique." - His warmth left you as he pulled away from you, his hands forcing you to turn to him and look at him. His fingers caressed your cheeks, massaging your tired skin. - "Eat something, it will make you feel better. I've heard that chocolate is a good mood enhancer. So how about eating this pastry I made for you?" - For the first time in a long time, you smiled at him. Albedo's heart warmed and, caught in a feeling of intense happiness, he kissed you on the lips, savoring their sweetness and taste.

He had missed you so much…

Standing in front of the walk-in mirror installed in your cabin, you looked sheepishly at your hips full of stretch marks.

Since Kazuha had invited you to come to an island that had mysteriously appeared during the summer: the island of the golden apple, you had decided to put on a bathing suit to please him, but… there was nothing you could do, your body made you feel uncomfortable. You thought there was nothing beautiful about you. Not only did you have stretch marks, but you also had cellulite on your thighs. Disgusted, you looked away from the mirror and grabbed a towel to wrap around your hips. Part of you wanted to go home so you wouldn't be exposed to everyone. Maybe it was all in your head, but every time you put on your swimsuit, you had this feeling that all eyes were on you and judging you in the worst way.

"Y/n? Are you coming with me to the beach?" - Kazuha's soft voice brought you out of your thoughts and as you slowly turned to him, the young man saw your distress in your eyes. - "Why do you look so sad my dove?" - Slowly you moved closer to him, your arms embracing his waist and your face nestling in the crook of his neck. He returned your embrace, his lips kissing your hair. He couldn't bear to see you in this state of sadness.

"I don't like my body. I don't want others to see me in a bathing suit…" - Kazuha gently stroked your hair. He didn't understand where your unhappiness came from. He had always found you beautiful and was not shy to let you know. He wanted to understand and help you see yourself differently. To share with you his vision of you.

"What exactly do you not like?

"I have stretch marks on my hips… and cellulite on my thighs. I think it's terribly ugly. No matter how much I put on all the creams I can and work out, it only barely alleviates them." - Kazuha's hands grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to pull away from him so you could sink your eyes into his.

"I don't find it shocking my dove. You can barely see them." - You pouted.

"You're just saying that to please me." - Kazuha pressed his palms to your cheeks, just to punish you. A smile appeared on his lips at the sight of the grimace you were making… Your mouth was literally hanging open.

"I think you're very beautiful the way you are. It's not to please you that I'm telling you this, I really mean it." - He kissed the tip of your nose, releasing your face so that his hands came to rest on your hips, where the stretch marks that he caressed with his thumbs were lodged. His lips gradually moved down to your lips and, after a soft kiss, Kazuha moved away from you, silently removing the bandage that covered his hand. - "There. This way, we'll both show the scars that life has left us."

"Kazuha…" - His hand bore the burn marks left by the dying vision of his dead friend.

"Shall we go?" - He said as he held out his hand to you, a smile on his lips. You sighed, defeated. Slowly, you let your towel slip from your hips. Grasping the warm hand your boyfriend was still holding out to you, you smiled back at him.

"Let's go…" - Kazuha kissed your hand, trying to give you courage with this gesture, before dragging you out of the cabin.

Sitting on the edge of your bathtub, you wrapped a bandage around your arm to hide the scars from an old burn. You had never told Ajax about it, after all, you had only been dating for a short time. You genuinely loved him, more than anyone else, and although you knew his feelings for you were just as strong, part of you was afraid he would reject you if he saw the horrible scar on your arm.

It was caused by a fire that ravaged your home when you were just a child. That terrible day was etched on your skin forever…

You did everything you could to postpone the day when you would have to show Ajax your burn.

Until he asked you to spend the night at your house…

You couldn't refuse him. You had reached a point in your relationship where you both needed to be closer to each other. Whether it was Ajax or you, you could no longer be satisfied with simple kisses, even languid ones, or innocent, but loving caresses. Your lover had made it clear that he wanted you, body and soul, and conversely, you wanted all of him. Naturally, you agreed, inviting him to spend the weekend at your house, away from his Fatui business.

When Ajax arrived at your house, he settled his things in your room after a quick tour of the place. The evening went smoothly, with laughter and discussion between you. Ajax always knew how to make you feel comfortable in his presence, so much so that you forgot the fears that were eating away at your stomach…

Later in the evening, you were both lying on the bed, your adorable fatui kissing you languidly, his hands taking advantage of the diversion of his lips to explore you. This man was definitely making you lose your mind. You could feel one of his hands going up your top, leaving behind the passage of his fingers shivers of pleasure on your skin. Naked in front of him, you had not realized at once that your lover had stopped all his movements, until he asks you the question which took you out of your trance.

"What's wrong with your arm, lyubov'?" - He said with a worried '?" - He said with a worried look as his fingers roamed the bandage that covered your skin. You remained silent, moving away from his touch to cover your arm with your top.

"I… wanted to tell you about it, but…"

"Did someone hurt you?! Show me!"

"Nobody hurt me Tartaglia!" - Ajax froze as he heard his nickname Harbinger come out of your mouth. You rarely called him that, except on rare occasions, like now, when your emotions got the better of you. - "It's… an old wound. I didn't want to show it to you. I was afraid you'd…"

"What? That I would kill someone?" - You shook your head violently.

"That you would reject me! You keep describing me as perfect. That I'm gorgeous and beautiful." - Ajax prepared to reply, but you cut him off by putting a hand over his mouth. "It's a burn… that healed very badly." - Your hand had tightened around your arm, shaking, waiting for a reaction from him. But the only thing you heard was the sound of the cloth sliding across the skin. Looking up at Ajax, you noticed that the man was removing the clothes covering his chest, revealing the musculature underneath as well as… Many scars, some deeper than others.

"Tell me Y/n, do I disgust you?" - His blue eyes looked at you intently, searching for any sign of disgust in you. Obviously, you slowly shook your head. - "Do you still love me? Even though my body is slashed?"

"Obviously!" - Ajax sighed before placing his palm on your bandaged arm.

"I feel the same way about you. So why do you immediately think I would reject you? Don't you trust me? You are my treasure, lyubov'." - You lowered your head, a little ashamed. You had never wanted to show anyone your hurt, let alone Ajax. You had kept to yourself because you hated yourself. You never considered that maybe your friends and your lover would accept you as you are…

"Sorry Ajax… It's just… I always thought that others would reject me if they saw that… I'm different. Imperfect." - Ajax sighed loudly, or was it a grunt? Either way, the young man dived on top of you, tugging at the bandage of your bandage to remove it. Surprised, you screamed, backing up on the bed until you hit the wooden backrest. Your arm was now unbuckled, leaving your scar in your lover's eyes. Ajax stared at it for a long time, his soft eyes analyzing every inch of your member. As soon as he finished analyzing you, he leaned his face over your shoulder, kissing the birth of your scar as his fingers roamed your arm. With all the sensuality which he could make proof, his lips went up little by little on your neck, kissing with open mouth your jaw until your lips. He finished to undress you before sitting you on his member dressed, but already hard as stone. He admired your body with eager eyes, his cheeks taking on a pinkish hue as his excitement grew. His hands were resting on your hips as his gaze roamed over your body.

"You are beautiful moya Lyubov'. Aaah… may the Tsarina forgive me, but I want you so much." - He drew you against him, kissing your lips with his usual ardor.

I love you Ajax…

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 60 }

when he doesn't care.

tsukishima kei x fem.reader

dedicated to @svrakas

"uhm, kei?"

"what?"

you were both studying in the comfort of your own dining room table when you called out to him. your boyfriend stops scribbling furiously within the confines of his notebook, flashing you his signature look of pure irritation at the fact that you had cut through his concentration.

you shift around uncomfortably in your seat, unsure if you should bring up the fact that your birthday was tomorrow. the main reason why you had failed to mention it earlier was you figured kei would realize it sooner and say something to you. you had high hopes of him making plans for your birthday-

but so far, nothing had been said or mentioned, and admittedly, it's a little heartbreaking on your end.

"i just thought i'd remind you that, well, it's my birthday tomorrow."

you waited for kei to show any signs of acknowledgment:

liquid gold eyes widening in realization,

him apologizing for forgetting about it,

or just him reassuring you that he never forgot to begin with.

sadly, he does none of the above. instead, he pushes up his glasses while having the audacity to heave out a sigh, as if your little declaration was somehow a nuisance to him. "okay and? what does that have anything to do with the fact that i still need to prepare for this stupid exam?"

"yeah but, is it so wrong of me to want to spend some time with my boyfriend on my birthday?!" you couldn't keep your hurt feelings or the exasperation from your voice. all this time, you daydreamed about doing something nice for your birthday, to take some time off from both of your stressful lives at university and just be together.

but clearly, kei didn't share those same sentiments.

"listen, i could care less what's happening tomorrow. all i want to do is get through the exam and just unwind at home, and if you aren't satisfied with that then oh well, deal with it."

too upset to focus on your lecture notes, you shove all your books and binders away from you, "forget about it, i'll just treat myself to something nice and leave you all alone after classes then!"

you could feel the hot tears begin to dot your vision, but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so upset. in a way, you understood him and how important his education was. this exam was a big deal to him, and truly, you respected that-

but couldn't he at least try to make some time for you? especially on the day that meant so much to you?

when you landed back in the comfort of your shared bed, you figured that kei would pull yet another all-nighter as a last minute preparation for his exam. grateful that he wouldn't be joining you tonight, you allow the tears to flow freely as you cried yourself to sleep.

------☽

your eyes felt sore and red from crying so much the night before. with a groan, you run your hands through your hair and shut off your alarm. closing your eyes for a brief second, you reach out your hand to touch at kei's side of the bed, already knowing that it was cold from how he never came in to sleep last night.

despite knowing of his all-nighter, the fact that he wasn't by your side still managed to make your heart ache.

letting out a yawn, you toss the blankets off your form and go on with your usual morning routine. when your teeth was brushed and your hair was somewhat presentable while tied in a scunchie, you head out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where the enticing scent of pancakes makes your mouth water.

coming into the kitchen, you were shocked to see kei himself at the stove cooking breakfast. he doesn't turn around to face you, but acknowledges you by telling you that your breakfast was already prepared.

you trail your eyes to the counter to see a tray filled with your favorite breakfast items. stepping closer, you held back a giggle upon seeing the dinosaur-shaped pancakes on one plate with scrambled eggs with bacon and toast on another plate. placed to the side of the tray was a slender vase that held your favorite flower, the sight of it all making you smile.

"you're so stupid for actually believing i had forgotten about your birthday, never catching on that it was all just an act so you wouldn't know my plans." you didn't realize when kei had stopped cooking and cornered you against the counter. you could feel your back press against his chest as he held you in his arms, feeling him place a kiss against your hair. "i already made plans to treat you to shop at all your favorite stores and have some dinner after classes, but you throwing a tantrum last night kind of ruined the mood."

"hey! i had every right to be upset because-"

you felt kei interrupt you when he places a hand on your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze before placing a quick and chaste kiss against your lips, "i know you were upset when i heard you cry yourself to sleep, and i fucking hated how much your pain made me feel like shit."

he clears his throat, pushing up his glasses while scowling at you with a blush dyeing his cheeks a vibrant red, "so i made breakfast for you, and you better shut up and take this as a proper apology."

turning around to fully face your boyfriend, you smile widely at him before clinging to the front of his shirt. you allow his lips to meet with yours in a kiss once more, but this time, felt more meaningful and deep, with you actually tasting some coffee and whipped cream from his lips.

it was at that moment you realized his deepest darkest secret:

tsukishima kei cares, he cares so much.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[kuroos-babie]

falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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[clarrissanewt]

Hey....I really really adored ur "one more?" It's my comfort fanfiction! The plot I m gonna ask for is kind of the same so it's totally fine if u don't wanna write it! But I'll just request it so if u feel to write, its fine!

Okay so Harry×fem! Reader and reader has been having anxiety and stress leading to stomach aches and nauseous feelings and she isn't able to concentrate at all. She is kind of lacking in studies and not being able to focus and has cut off all ties with everyone. She's in her dorm all the time. Harry is just worried and then motivates her and helps in her studies (maybe the subject could be related to healing).

Amount of fluff and all lies in ur imagination. And like I said, if u don't wanna write, its totally fine!

Have a good day!

A/n: aww, thanks for the love! i can't say no now, can i? just a small scenario, hope you like it! i want harry

here's the link to One More? incase anyone hasn't read it yet!

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I'd Be There

pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

warnings: harry is too sweet, fluff

"harry, don't even dare to tell hermione about my whereabouts," y/n nudged the ravenet into the pillar as he pretended not to listen to her. "i'm not in mood for library evening today."

"hermione!" harry chimed, much to his girlfriend's horror and watched smirking as hermione paddled her way towards them.

fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck you gremlin potter.

"here you both are!" the bushy haired girl tutted with a roll of her eyes (y/n and ron had a bet that she learnt it from harry), "today i persuaded ron to join us!"

harry felt his wrist clasped in a deadly grip as y/n softly shook her head. "i'm sorry, but we both can't come today. tomorrow maybe?"

their muggleborn friend copied y/n's action and gave them a thumbs up. "no worries, don't forget about the transfiguration essay."

"uh... are we busy?" harry asked from behind her as he failed to follow her snitchy speed. "everything alright?"

"I'd love to punch your face right now," he could heard the deep breathes which she was straining upon, "but that would ruin your pretty boy face. you can join them back, i don't mind."

and with that she walked away, with an even greater speed, her footsteps clanking on the heavy stoned floor, leaving a gobsmacked harry behind.

"what the fuck just happened?"

---

"i'm sure you must have said something wrong, mate," ron guffawed on the armchair beside harry, who seemed to be lost in some thought.

"i didn't," harry mused, shaking his messy hair. "last thing i asked her was that if we were busy."

"blimey! does this mean it's over-"

"ronald!" ron gulped and sat back as he looked at hermione's total large reprimanding eyes. "i'm sure everything would be okay."

y/n wasn't someone to be affected by an oblivious question, harry thought, as he stood up, a poker face adorning his face as he strolled out of the common room.

---

"i don't know, mr potter," madam pomfrey answered in a swift tone, "her grades are falling, i see less of her and i don't know if she could carry on a career as a healer if her NEWTS would be as erroneous as at the moment."

strike 1: it's been two weeks he sees less of y/n

strike 2: someone as bright as her, getting low grades is not a good sign

strike 3: somethings wrong

strike 4: he can't get into the girl's dorms, all thanks to godric gryffindor

strike 5-

"can you call her down? right now?" he asked the nurse with a sad face, somewhat successfully creating sympathy for self.

---

y/n kept quiet as she felt her boyfriend's warm hand squeezing her own coaxingly, encouraging her to open up.

should she even bother him with all her problems when he already has his one chosen one shit?

"come on, take your time. but do know, i'm here to help you, i'll listen," he placed a warm sweet kiss on her temple as she snuggled closer into his chest, feeling tears prickle up at the ends of her eyes. "i love you."

harry felt her swerve in his grip and when she planted her face straight into the crook of his neck, biting down on her lips, he ran smooth circles on her back, overcome with concern.

"hey, snitch? everything okay?"

she shook her head like a stubborn child, now fully hugging him back. why did she even shut him of all this while? he was always there, always ready to help.

"its, its been rough since sometime," harry could almost make out a few tears escaping her eyes. "i should not have worried you, you so much."

"nooo, don't cry," he rocked both of them slightly, making y/n even more guilty somehow (which of course he didn't mean to), "if you will cry, i'll start crying too, and that would just make a hot mess."

he finally smiled as he heard a broken yet sweet chuckle escape her lips.

"I'm sorry, but you couldn't handle me even if i came up with instructions."

even though it was a total joke, it didn't stop harry from falling back into his bed with a hand resting on his heart in mock offense.

"sorry, potter, but is that pose meant to impress me?"

harry leaned down, still rocking slowly as he kissed her softly. "never keep anything from me. i'd always be there."

[newtonsheffield]

Molly literally one of your best works - so gooooddddd

Speaking of, can we see how Kate tell him about bb Ed and how he is after she has to leave for a tour right after they’ve just found out.

Is he holding a water bottle for her backstage? Shoving people away so that she can get breathing space?? Aaah tell me moreeeee

The idea just got... stuck in my head I guess!

Oh lil BB Edmund, So I think Kate's probably just released her second studio album, and the world tour's about to start, and Kate probably thought she was really tired from the stress, the rehearsals taking their toll etc. But No that's not what happened.

"Anthony, I am absolutely fucking not wearing that." Kate sighed, looking at her husband. And truly, in times like this she wondered what it had been about him that made her fall in love with him in the first place.

He was standing in their London home (which still sounded terribly WASPish to Kate no matter how many times she heard it) holding up what appeared to be a hula hoop with shoulder straps.

He huffed, "Well, you have to do something! I don't want people getting too close to you, god knows what they'll have that could be bad for the baby! Some sort of plague probably!"

And there it was.

He'd been so irrational since she'd told him. Happiness, and excitement, and love bubbling out of him tempered with a primal sort of need he seemed to have to wrap everyone he loved in cotton wool and protect them from the world. And it was beautiful, it really was, the fact that he was so ready to be a Dad already but it was a little inconvenient given her tour started in three days.

She hadn't even realised at first. She and Anthony had agreed, since they got married, they weren't trying for a baby, but they weren't not trying either. This was a good time really, she could tour now and write another album when the baby was small, delay it a little and the tour would be after that. This was good. Except she'd misread all the signs. She'd misread the aching tiredness and nausea for nerves and stress and the fact Anthony wasn't due down for another week until she'd been sitting on her mother's sofa, three slices into a lemon meringue pie, starting on a fourth and Edwina had said,

"Jesus christ, if I didn't know better I'd say you were pregnant."

Kate had frozen, her eyes darting between Mary and Edwina both looking a little perplexed as she swallowed "What did you say?"

Mary had rolled her eyes, hissing, "Edwina, I told you not to ask! You get your tactlessness from your father. It's a wonder you've ever had a girlfriend."

Edwina had opened her mouth to respond indignantly, but Kate had cut her off. "You think I'm pregnant?"

Edwina had rolled her eyes, "Well aren't you?"

And suddenly it had all clicked into place. She'd dropped her fork on the table in surprise, "Fuck!"

"Well, I guess I'm going to get a pregnancy test." Edwina had sighed, standing from the table, and 30 minutes later Kate had been looking at four positive tests.

She was laying on the Sofa, Anthony had been in London for a few hours at most when she'd nudged him to sit up, tugging his head from her chest where he'd been laying against her like a tiny puppy.

"I wrote a new song." She'd said gently, reaching for her guitar nearby, her cheeks burning while Anthony looked curiously at her.

She'd started singing, the soft, lilting melody, the story of a little mouse come to the city for a few days, the details correct right down to the boots he'd been wearing, and when she finished Anthony was looking at her s curiously.

"What do you think?"

He looked a little confused, "You sound amazing, like always, and I' desperately flattered, but it sounds like a nursery rhyme."

She'd taken a deep breath, intertwining their fingers before she said, "Well, I want the baby to know how we met."

His mouth had dropped open, staring at her, tears in his eyes as he struggled for words, "We're- I'm gonna... you're gonna be a Mum?"

She'd nodded gently, her fingers in his hair "You're gonna be a Dad."

And three seconds later he'd let out the most childlike whoop of excitement and spun her around the room.

And now this.

Kate sighed, taking off her glasses, "Anthony, I get that you want to protect me, and the baby and that's beautiful, I'm so so glad you love us that much. But this is insane, mousey."

His brow had furrowed, staring down at his contraption for a long moment, before he'd sighed, "This is ludicrous isn't it?"

"Yes, babe. It looks like something a serial killer would make."

He flopped onto the sofa beside her, his creation abandoned, chin on her shoulder. "I guess I'll just talk to your security. But I just... I love you, okay?"

"I love you too." it felt warm and safe in her chest just like always, his hand resting on her flat stomach.

"I am going to look after you though, you know that right?" His voice was serious, brow furrowed, nd it burned against her.

"I would expect nothing less."

And he did. Anthony loitered in the wings every night, like the world's most dedicated body man, ladened down with water and snacks and a fan for when she got too warm, love pouring out of him as he stuck to her side while they walked through crowds and something about it made her love him so much more.

And so, when she stood in Wembley, finishing the tour right where it began a few months earlier she said

"You know, I met my husband outside a seedy pub in Brixton, where maybe 60 people came out to see me. I stole two cigarettes from him (smoking is bad by the way kids, don't do it) and he stole something a little more precious from me. So in honour of that, and the biggest crowd that I've ever played in front of: This one's for you Country Mouse and for our baby mouse as well."

And she was sure, the crowd barely heard the start of Foundations of the screaming, but she was only looking at Anthony.

[angrelysimpping]

The Cumcoisseur thing to earn a towel has not left my head since I saw it so I'm inflicting it upon all of you as well.

Fuck Wren and their friends but also fuck Wren and their friends.

Wren leans behind him, and opens a drawer. He feels inside, and produces a small towel. "You can have this," he says. "But you'll have to earn it. I think my friends here deserve some fun."

"Satisfy them with your mouth," he continues. "And I'll let you wear a towel."

Defiant

You engulf the veiny cock with your mouth, expertly deepthroating as it hardens.

The toned man grasps the back of your head forcing his veiny cock down your throat. Tears run down your face. Your body spasms involuntarily, shaking the table and the cards on it, much to the amusement of the room.

The veiny cock begins to throb. "Swallow it all," he says. "Every drop." His grip tightens, and a warm, thick stream of semen fills your throat.

"Good girl," he says, patting your head. He releases his grasp.

Despite the tears, you feel proud about the accomplishment. | + Arousal | - Stress

The second goon, a toned man, is ready and erect, waiting for you as soon as you turn to face him. You expertly work the penis with your mouth while they begin a game of cards.

He starts twitching, and you pull the cock from your mouth, letting the massive spurt of cum unload over your forehead while you milk it with your hand.

"Come up here," he orders. "I want to see this." You emerge from under the table as two thick streams of semen slowly come running down each side of your nose. "I think this slut's enjoying it."

"Here, look here." One of the goons points a phone at you. "Smile a little, come on. People ought to know what a cumslut you are."

Your eyes water, and you refuse to smile, but as the streams of cum reach the sides of your mouth, you can't resist the urge to provocatively push your tongue out and lick some of the fluid around your lips. "I knew it! You can't help yourself."

You pose more, toying with the cum and letting them capture videos of you swallowing. "Man, this is fucking hot. I'm sharing this with everyone."

Satisfied, the goons instruct you back under the table. Others are waiting their turn. | + Arousal | - Stress

You start sucking a rugged man's enormous cock. He watches you from above. "What nice snow white hair you've got. But I can make it nicer."

He shoves you away, and aims his cock at your scalp as he ejaculates. "Something to wash your hair with."

He looks delighted as you spread his load all over your hair. | + Arousal | - Stress

The slight man's thick cock is already hard when you turn to it. "Aah, aah..." he twitches and, without further warning, ejaculates over your body. He looks at you kneeling between his thighs, panting.

"You're a quickshot," you exclaim while restraining a laugh. The other goons show less restraint, and openly mock the slight man. His face reddens. "F-fucking bitch," he says. "I'd slap that smug look off your face if it wasn't covered in jizz." | + Arousal | - Stress

You suck the slender man's penis. It's the last one. He soon twitches, the hard cock pulsating in your mouth.

"I've been waiting for this," he says, holding your head firm with both hands. He starts thrusting.

The first spurt is so voluminous that it makes you cough and splutter, and comes bursting out of your nose. It comes too quick, and too thick, to swallow it all in time. With every thrust, more cum surges into your mouth, spilling out the sides of your lips.

"Fuck," the slender man says. He shoves you away. "Look at this fucking slut." The other goons interrupt their game of cards. Everyone stares at you, the kneeling, naked, cum-covered mess trying to catch her breath.

White strings still dangle from you chin. With all eyes on you, you smile and take a bow. The room erupts in cheer.

"Hey," Wren says. "You're not going anywhere until you clean this up. We're not touching this." He points at the floor in front of you, splattered with pooling semen.

Still kneeling, you scoop up the semen and rub it over your chest. | + Arousal | - Stress

Cum During the Event

The building arousal overwhelms you. Your muscles spasm as a massive orgasm bulids.

The rugged man notices. "This slut's really gonna cum from being jizzed on," he says.

"F-fuck," you say. "Fuck you." You spread your knees wide, trying to keep your balance. The goons cheer again. A swarm of smartphones surrounds you.

You record as you shake and moan uncontrollably, cumming beneath their blackjack table.

You are overcome by sensation. A surge of cum erupts from your penis. Fluids gush from your twitching pussy. You shudder from the sudden release.

Submissive

You engulf the veiny cock with your mouth, expertly deepthroating as it hardens.

The toned man grasps the back of your head forcing his veiny cock down your throat. Tears run down your face. Your body spasms involuntarily, shaking the table and the cards on it, much to the amusement of the room.

The veiny cock begins to throb. "Swallow it all," he says. "Every drop." His grip tightens, and a warm, thick stream of semen fills your throat.

"Good girl," he says, patting your head. He releases his grasp.

"Th-thank you sir," you say once your mouth is free of cum." | + Arousal | - Stress

The second goon, a toned man, is ready and erect, waiting for you as soon as you turn to face him. You expertly work the penis with your mouth while they begin a game of cards.

He starts twitching, and you pull the cock from your mouth, letting the massive spurt of cum unload over your forehead while you milk it with your hand.

"Come up here," he orders. "I want to see this." You emerge from under the table as two thick streams of semen slowly come running down each side of your nose. "I think this slut's enjoying it."

"Here, look here." One of the goons points a phone at you. "Smile a little, come on. People ought to know what a cumslut you are."

You make a big smile for the camera. "Ah, perfect" says one of the goons as the others reach for their phones.

You pose more, toying with the cum and letting them capture videos of you swallowing. "Man, this is fucking hot. I'm sharing this with everyone."

Satisfied, the goons instruct you back under the table. Others are waiting their turn. | + Arousal | - Stress

You start sucking a rugged man's enormous cock. He watches you from above. "What nice snow white hair you've got. But I can make it nicer."

He shoves you away, and aims his cock at your scalp as he ejaculates. "Something to wash your hair with."

He looks delighted as you spread his load all over your hair. | + Arousal | - Stress

The slight man's thick cock is already hard when you turn to it. "Aah, aah..." he twitches and, without further warning, ejaculates over your body. He looks at you kneeling between his thighs, panting.

"I'm sorry sir," you whisper. "I might have been too eager." You pretend to suck on his limp dick while rubbing the semen over your neck and sensitive enormous breasts. | + Arousal | - Stress

You suck the slender man's penis. It's the last one. He soon twitches, the hard cock pulsating in your mouth

"I've been waiting for this," he says, holding your head firm with both hands. He starts thrusting.

The first spurt is so voluminous that it makes you cough and splutter, and comes bursting out of your nose. It comes too quick, and too thick, to swallow it all in time. With every thrust, more cum surges into your mouth, spilling out the sides of your lips.

"Fuck," the slender man says. He shoves you away. "Look at this fucking slut." The other goons interrupt their game of cards. Everyone stares at you, the kneeling, naked, cum-covered mess trying to catch her breath.

White strings still dangle from you chin. With all eyes on you, you smile and take a bow. The room erupts in cheer.

"Hey," Wren says. "You're not going anywhere until you clean this up. We're not touching this." He points at the floor in front of you, splattered with pooling semen.

You get on your hands and knees, and lick the floor clean of semen. "Hey girl," says the slender man. "You got some on my shoes." You lick them next. You swallow the last of it. | + Arousal | - Stress

Cum During the Event

The building arousal overwhelms you. Your muscles spasm as a massive orgasm bulids.

The rugged man notices. "This slut's really gonna cum from being jizzed on," he says.

"I-I'm sorry," you say. "I'm so sorry." You spread your knees wide, trying to keep your balance. The goons cheer again. A swarm of smartphones surrounds you.

You record as you shake and moan uncontrollably, cumming beneath their blackjack table.

You are overcome by sensation. A surge of cum erupts from your penis. Fluids gush from your twitching pussy. You shudder from the sudden release.