#aka the more ‘real’ it all feels the more you anxiously try to hold on to the idea that you’re making everything up

[dagasinfilo]

brain misbehaving today due to the problems

[euphoricsunflowers]

held against the window — lee hoseok/wonho

request: Could you write a smut of wonho being a secretary and the reader the ceo. OR they are both ceo's. Maybe fuck him against the window of the office building.

a/n: of course darling <33 hope you enjoy <3 gif is mine

disclaimer: that is this is just a fanfic so in actuality please discuss what you are and aren’t comfortable with beforehand with people and don’t just jump into stuff like this. aso please don’t involve other people (aka public sex) in your sex life. please read with caution.

word count: 2.5k

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, ceo!reader, tall!reader (i’m sorry but there’s literally only like one line and i’m doing this for me) ceo!wonho, fingering (m receiving), pegging, minor nipple play, minor dumbification, fucking him against a window,

summary: he’s a powerful ceo just like you are, but he’s just so sweet and docile and soft that you wonder if he’s even the same person.

lee hoseok.

smart. calculated. muscular. dangerously attractive.

he’s an enigma, in a sense, to you. he’s rich, he’s insanely intelligent, he’s beyond adept at running his company, and he’s just so gorgeous that you wonder how he isn’t the cockiest asshole ever, but he’s also so kind and so sweet and so startlingly shy that it all just throws off everything about him.

“mr. lee is here, miss,” your assistant pops their head in through the door, “should i show him to your office?” you nod, murmuring a small “thank you” before you focus back on your laptop, finishing up typing before the door opens once more, and the man of the hour steps inside your office.

“hello,” you say.

“hello, good morning,” he smiles back, looking almost cute in the way he smiles, sitting in the chair opposite from yours at your desk, “thank you for taking time out of your day to meet with me- can i call you y/n?”

“go ahead,” you tilt your head as you hear him talk, but you don’t honestly pay attention to what he’s saying, too lost in his eyes and the fact that his shirt is way more unbuttoned than seems appropriate when meeting another company’s ceo.

he keeps talking, but it’s becoming visible how out-of-it you are, especially when he tentatively waves a hand in front of your face to get your attention, “everything okay in there?” he jokes.

“yeah! yes, i’m fine, hoseok, please continue,”

“are you sure you want me to?” he asks, voice still soft but now it’s almost teasing in its softness, and it’s startling, flustering because obviously, you don’t. your mind is everywhere but this conversation, “i can- we can do something else if you’re not too interested in what i’m saying.”

“god, i’m so sorry, hoseok-”

“don’t be, it’s okay,” he murmurs, getting up out of his chair, “well, come on, come and get me,” he murmurs cheekily, and you cautiously step out of your chair, closing the distance enough to whisper and have him hear, “look, if i’m reading this wrong, then just let me know and i’ll apologize, leave, and probably never look you in the eye again if i’m being honest,” he giggles out of nervousness, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, “but, if i am reading this right, then kiss me.”

“you’re… demanding, you know,” you complain (not really) as you pull him in fully, touching his jaw gently with the tips of your fingers as you kiss. his lips are so soft and thick that you just can’t help but pull on his bottom lip with your teeth gently. he breathes out a soft and inconspicuous moan, exactly what you wanted, and his hands find your hips as he pulls you closer, and his every movement seems to drive you insane, “how are you so…?”

he tilts his head in confusion so cutely that it stirs a certain feeling inside of you, “so what?”

“so…,” you blank before the perfect word hits you, “perfect,” he huffs, but you continue, “genuinely, you’re just so enticing, you’re so beautiful,” your lips find his neck, gentle in the way you nibble at his neck, even as he squirms in your grasp, making you simply just hold him tighter against you, “you’re so docile and passive, it’s everything i want.”

his small, gasps and breathy moans keep you going, intent on dragging more out of him, “you- can people see us on the outside of that window??”

“if they look up, maybe, but we’re on a very high floor,” you respond between small bites on his neck, and as you become less and less gentle with him, he whimpers, “hoseok,” you whisper, “if you at all need or want to stop, just let me know, okay?”

“i- uhm, okay, i don’t want you to, though,” his hands hold your waist loosely, playing with the edges of your tucked-in shirt.

you chuckle endeared at his response. he’s so sweet (both in the way he tastes and the way he acts) it makes you wonder if this man was even real, “good, because i enjoyed that whimper much more than i should have,” he breathes heavier after hearing those words, so physically affected it’s like this man was created and molded to your exact tastes, “since you brought up the window, let’s give everyone a show, hm?”

“you- uh- what? what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean, baby,” you mumble, the pet name so sickeningly sweet off your tongue that he can’t help the way he succumbs to you, “i’m going to fuck you so hard against the window,” you pull him as you take cautious steps back towards the window until your back hits the window, “i’m going to make sure the whole city knows that the lee hoseok is just my little whore.”

you take the breath out of his lungs with every word past your lips and his knees go weak at your words. you flip over to hold him against the window, finally getting him where you want him.

“is that what you want, hoseok?” you ask, but you know the answer. he nods, biting his bottom lip anxiously, “you want everyone to see you like that? that’s so naughty,” you tease.

“i- oh god-“ he exclaims with a heavy breath as you flip him over, feeling upon his body even if his shirt is in the way, letting your hands wander a little lower to grope his ass. he bites his lips, but he can’t hold in his moans for very long.

“you feel perfect against me, baby, so perfect,” you wrap your hands around him to unbutton his shirt, “let’s get this off of you, hm?” he shyly helps you shrug the fabric off of him, “don’t bother with trying to not get fingerprints on the window, they’ll be a reminder of who touched it.”

your hands resume touching him, running against his skin, feeling up every perfectly built muscle on his torso, noticing how he went from overwhelmed and sensitive to teased and desperate so quickly, noticing how hard he’s gotten. aside from moans or soft curses, he’s quiet. you keep your eyes on his facial expressions, especially when your fingernails brush his nipples, “ah-!” he cries out.

“oh? that’s enough to get a cry out of you?” you smirk, seeing him become flustered at your taunting, “then you’re really in for it, baby. i’m gonna fuck you so hard you see stars, and if we break the window?” you lean in to really whisper to him, reaching down to start unbuckling his belt, throwing it off of him, “then good. i’ll be smiling while i pay for the repairs. now, strip all the way down.”

as he obeys, you do the same, throwing off all your clothes and making an absolute mess of your office. you search through one of your drawers, “ah, there it is,” you say, grabbing a couple more things and setting them on your desk before returning to hoseok, now naked and trying to cover himself as he stands a little bit away from the window, “baby, if you’re uncomfortable with any of this, i need you to tell me,” you say you press kisses to his shoulder to soothe him a bit.

“no, no i’m okay! this is really hot, actually, i’m just-” he’s more nervous as you guide him towards the window again, and he puts him hands up against it just like before, “i’m just getting shy.”

“it’s cute, hoseok, i like it when you’re shy,” your hands massages his skin, specifically at his hip as a way to keep him in place and also comfort him, “but if that shyness becomes discomfort, tell me.”

“i- okay,” he nods, and your hands once again find his ass, and he whines just like he did before.

“you have such a nice ass, you know,” you murmur absentmindedly as you squeeze, “i mean, the rest of you is perfect too, god i just can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“i- i want to touch you too,” he whispers, “i just- you’re giving me all the attention, and you’re so pretty yourself that i just- i want to make you feel good too.”

“maybe later, hoseok,” the way your lips say his name is like a venom and he loves it, it’s all he wants to hear, “for now, just let me have you.”

“oh-okay,” he stutters, giving in so sweetly, “i’m yours, y/n, yours.”

“you’re adorable,” you coo, pressing a kiss to his shoulder again before your wet and cold fingers press against his hole. he’s not even sure he saw you put lube on them but he’s startled when he feels the touch. even still, he lets you push your fingers in to the first knuckle, keeping them still for a moment before making slow circles.

“you can- you know,” he mumbles, and you laugh at his shyness before pushing your fingers in more, watching the strain on his face with a subtle sense of pleasure, he’s just so cute like this. he groans, “oh my god, you- oh, fuck- your fingers feel so-”

“and these are just my fingers, hoseok. imagine how wrecked and fucked out you’ll be with my strap on even deeper in your ass,” you press a kiss just below his ear, taunting him with your words slightly, “i doubt you’ll even be able to stand, but i’ll keep you held up against this window so you don’t have to worry that the people down there don’t get to see how slutty you are.”

he moans with a cry as your fingers brush that spot, and his eyes shut as his cheeks go red with embarrassment.

“did that feel good?” you ask, rubbing your fingers over the spot to try and drag that same reaction out of him, and he’s just a beautiful sight. he’s trying to catch his breath, he’s failing to catch his breath. his eyes roll back as his head falls back against your shoulder, “aw, can you not handle the pleasure? it’s just my fingers, seok. you’re going to need to prepare yourself if you’re getting this messed up over just my fingers.”

“i want- i want more than just your-“ he breathes, his voice so dry and airy that it makes him sound so much more desperate, “please fuck me.”

“sure thing, doll,” you kiss the side of his neck (making him flinch at the now sensitive skin from all your bites. he’s pretty sure you left some bruises) your fingers leaving him makes him whine, but feeling the cool touch of the strap on against his ass reminds him that this wasn’t over; it hadn’t even begun. you push it in slightly, seeing the overwhelmed look

on his face almost makes you hesitate, but you get it fully inside of him before you wait to continue, keeping him still against you while he adjusts, you say, “it’s so fun to think about how someone as powerful and influential as you is, in reality, just a cute little hole for my strap,” he jaw is slacked and his eyes are shut, like he’s not even mentally present at all, “you just look so cute and dumb, it makes me want to lose all control and fuck you until you break.”

“please. please, fuck me- fuck- until i break,” he whines, even pushing back against your strap slightly, and that’s your queue to let go of that caution you’ve been holding, and just go for it. you almost pull out completely just to push back in entirely and harshly, and he cries out.

“you’re really in for it, baby,” you say as you rock your hips back and forth, finding a comfortable pace for yourself that is still intense and overwhelming for him, making sure to hit it deep, holding him close by his waist and pushing harshly, “now, don’t be shy, moan for me.”

he does, crying out moans so beautiful you’d think he has the voice of an angel. he keeps his arms against the window, above his head, and he looks down at all the people. he thinks about what they’d think if they looked up and saw him like this? would they recognize him? why did the though of being caught like this both horrify him and excite him like no other?

but all those thoughts fade away as he gets more and more worked up, only really focused on how good he feels and how he wants to feel even better, “you look so pretty and docile like this, hoseok, but you know, i bet you look even better when you’re cumming,” your hand reaches down to give some attention to his cock, and he moans even louder, even more, “i can’t wait for you to completely fall apart.”

“i- oh, fuck, fuck, god-” he stammers, getting closer, so startled by how easy he was to get this close, this fucked up, but your hand works his cock so good and you fuck him so good that he can’t help that all the stimulation is becoming too much, and he’s getting closer to the edge, “fuck, i’m gonna cum, please-”

“cum, hoseok. show me just how much of a whore for me you are,” you mumble in response, and that’s enough to push him over the edge. he arches his back, his head thrown back like before, and he cries out a loud moan as you continue to fuck him through his orgasm, keeping pace until he starts to whine instead of moan, and that’s your queue to slow down and pull out, holding him up because he might not be physically strong enough to stand if you didn’t.

“t-thank you, that was- that was amazing,” he breathes heavily as you turn him around gently, keeping him up as he catches his breath, “let me return the favor now, please.”

he seems okay enough for you to let go now, and you move to sit on your chair instead, “i mean, if you would like to eat me out until your jaw is sore, then by all means, baby: enjoy your meal.”

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[junikshanasar]

WAIT WHAT THE SHIT NOOOO

That aside, I was like 90 percent sure the spy wasn’t Hagakure lmao, just because it felt too obvious for Horikoshi to show her in that last panel, so I kinda figure she’d actually found out who the real spy was

But I legit did not expect it to be our resident french boy like oh my gosh?!

Since class A is full of sweethearts, I did figure the situation for the spy was like this, aka their parents were involved with afo and by extension the kid had to work for him unwillingly, but wow I did not expect it to be Aoyama

I will admit, after last week’s chapter I went around searching up who everyone was sus of as the spy, and I do know that Aoyama has been on the suspect list for a while now.

It’s just, the UA traitor has been dismissed so often that no one really questioned it when the rumour about Horikoshi forgetting abt that subplot went around, and so this reveal felt kinda like he was clumsily attempting to tie up loose ends.

I will admit there is solid foreshadowing and evidence, but it feels like such an important thing as one of the students being a spy should have had... idk, more build-up and more of an emotional lash back. Then again, it does feel that lately Hori’s been struggling with those ‘aftermath’ emotions considering everything the kids have been through (or maybe it all happened off-screen, idrk)

Buuuut you can’t deny he’s real good with the emotions of a climax or reveal at least, so I’m looking forward to this confrontation, especially since Midoriya is the perfect person to know about getting a quirk from someone else

That being said, Aoyama actually has a lot of potential to be a powerful parallel to Midoriya, what with being quirkless but getting a new quirk from AFO of all people (a real lame one too, like a navel laser?? srsly?? Of all the quirks he prob had in stock, mans is so stingy)

Unfortunately, Aoyama doesn’t hold much weight as a character, since he’s one of the ‘extras’ of class A that doesn’t get much attention compared to the Bakusquad and Dekusquad (heck, shinsou get more attention and he isnt even in class A XD)

Even his ‘arc’ of sorts, which would actually work out quite well since it involves him trying to get to know and relate to Midoriya, is treated as mostly a gag tbh, what with all the cheese shenanigans, especially since we rarely get scenes of Aoyama in general even during big events where he was traitor (USJ and Training Camp)

Well, for sure I am gonna skim through those arc again to look for any hints and such, and when I do I’ll reblog with anything I find~

For now, I shall just anxiously wait for the next chapter because the weeks are going by too slowly (T_T)

[criticofallthings]

Hi it’s 4:43 AM and I’m back with another t h i ng. AKA apparently I write Destiny 2 fan fics at at the pre ass crack of dawn now.

Presage mission + “another one for the trauma jar D2 meme” + a love for all things Drifter related bc this poor insufferable soft man is a total fucking gem and I will never, NEVER EVER forget about those tapes that he made for our guardian to find = this stuff below

no beta, so don’t come at me for grammar issues unless you’re gonna be nice about it.

WARMTH

Drifter saw the flashing notification before he heard it, the chime muted beneath the Gambit livestream. His ghost had marked it as a priority message, something important to get at. On screen a massive Taken ogre quivers into existence. Nice. Team A was doing great and unless Team B pulled off one Hell of an invade two times over he doubted they’d catch up in time to challenge Team A. His hand hovers over the message, but his eyes flick back up to the stream. Team A’s coordination has been top notch all match and now was no exception. Drifter watched as two of them casted their supers on the Primeval ogre and it’s envoys. Orbs of power litter the field. Moments later Team A’s titan flies from off-screen in one of the most electrifying thundercrashes he’s ever seen. Globs of exploded ogre cover his hidden cams, soon to dissolve into nothingness. Gambit sirens wail and Team B’s Taken are reigned back into their cages. “Alright alright alright, last match of the day and it was a good one for Team A. Team B? Not so much.” Drifter pauses speaking into the mic, a little drama, before continuing in his showman’s tone. “Ay, but that’s what tomorrow’s for! Come on back and queue right in. Drifter’s always hungry.” He ends with a chuckle that doesn’t rise to his eyes and as soon as the guardians transmat to their ships he closes everything down. A message alert pops up on his console again, marked red for priority and sent almost half an hour ago. Damn, he thinks to himself and runs a weary hand over his face. Drifter’s other hand is on the edge of the console, index finger tapping it anxiously. Fuck it, how bad can it be? Drifter opens the message, tension rising to his shoulders, but then he freezes and his shoulders drop. He traces a few words of the message, forlorn sadness easing the laugh lines and crinkles at his eyes away. A few taps and the console goes dark. Drifter turns away and stands for a moment at the door. He lets out a sigh before starting again, yanking off his gloves before trudging towards his cargo container room.

There’s a lantern hung on the hook outside of his cargo container, the interior dark. Across the snow that never seemed to leave the Derelict, he sees whispered hints of someone carefully walking or rather, half-gliding over it. Through the gloom he spies a small pile of stuff he doesn’t remember making and an obvious lump in his bed. As he draws closer Drifter sees that the pile is actually carefully stacked warlock armor and the sleeping lump in his bed, is The Guardian. Yet again. Drifter’s lost count how many times it has been since he first offered the Guardian refuge aboard the Derelict. The first time they took him up on his offer he found them later, sleeping in a corridor standing against a bulkhead. He let them be since it was an out of the way spot. Eventually he showed them his bed, the Derelict’s only functional bed and told them to make use of it. Until now they hadn’t and he would still find them sleeping in various places aboard his ship. Sometimes with or without some pieces of armor, but also never like this. In plain clothes, more or less, sleeping bag haphazardly pulled over them. So vulnerable. And so tortured.

In sleep, Drifter found that the Guardian was an almost entirely open book. Nightmares haunted them more often than not. Sometimes so strongly that the Guardian would thrash about while asleep, murmuring feverdly, occasionally coherently about what they relived in their dreams. Tonight seemed to be one of the Guardian’s more silent nightmares. No thrashing, no murmuring, but the tight grimace of their lips and furrowing of their brow betrayed the Guardian's silence, showed their distress. Drifter steps to the cot, gently pulling the sleeping bag over to cover them better. Task done, he sits at their side and tentatively brushes a few stray strands of hair from their face. As he does so, the Guardian visibly relaxes, some tension dispelled from their face. It pulls at him more than he thought, making his chest tighten uncomfortably.

“Don’t take your armor off around me, kid...I’m not someone you oughta get comfortable around.” Drifter can’t help but let the whispered words fall from his lips at the sight before him. It was all too tragic. Too fucked up. So much pinned upon one guardian. One person. His hand moves before he realizes it and softly he cups their face, thumb tracing their jawline. Beneath his hand he can feel the muscles twitch and then slowly relax from the strained clenching of their jaw. Another measure of stress slips from their sleeping face. Drifter lets out a breath he was unconsciously holding. For a moment he thought the Guardian was going to wake up. Another trace over their jawline and Drifter takes his hand from their face. Quietly he murmurs, “why are you here…” as the tips of his fingertips trail over their cheek. He pauses, feeling impulsive and...something else...when he glances at their lips. Drifter lets his fingers ghost over their skin, tenderly coming to a rest below the Guardian’s cupid’s bow. He lightly traces the shape of their lips, feeling it out. Soft and a bit dry. There’s a thin crease of dried blood where they must’ve split their lip during combat. Or maybe bit it open themself on a previous restless night. He’s seen it happen before. Once even their tongue.

Drifter closes his eyes at that memory, a faint tremble visible only in his hands. He just about had a heart attack when he saw the Guardian slouched over with blood streaming from their mouth, sitting just outside the Gambit transmat room. He had shaken them awake, and his shock only grew when he saw them open bleary eyes and wipe the blood off of their chin as if it was normal and summon Ghost. The usually talkative bot didn’t say anything, but the way it healed them instantly and then bumped their forehead before leaving —he knew. Drifter knew that this must have happened several times before. “Mind if I...sleep s’more...here?” Their sleep-heavy voice caught his attention again and Drifter lifted his hands from their shoulders. “Nah, kid.” Drifter stood up and half turned, waiting for them to do the same. “C’mon, hurry up! I ain’t so mean to not lend you a spot to sleep.” The Guardian rose slowly to their feet, eyes unfocused and mind miles away from here. Something in him stabs at the sight and Drifter can’t face them looking so...worn. He turns away. Shoving hands deep into his pockets he starts walking, pausing only once to confirm the Guardian was shuffling along behind him. He shows them how to get to the sole cot on the Derelict.

A hand on his wrist snaps Drifter out of the memory. He looks down to see the Guardian awake, eyes somewhat clear. There’s confusion in their expression and he feels their lips move beneath his fingertips. Ah. Hastily, he pulls his hand away, clearing his throat. “ ‘m, sorry...about that.” Heat flushes his face as he turns to avoid eye contact. It’s silent for a while. Drifter stares at the rivets holding a seam of the cargo container together when he hears the crinkle of the sleeping bag being moved. He does his best to look discreetly out of the corner of his eye, but is caught. Drifter holds the Guardian’s gaze until they break off to shift towards the wall. Lifting the sleeping bag they look at him directly and motion for him to lie down. “It’s too cold.”

Drifter freezes. His mind hitting a brick wall too thick to just power through. He’s stunned into a very rare silence. Uncertainty and confusion write themselves out upon his face. Seeing him be so still, the Guardian drops the sleeping bag to place a hand on his knee. “You asked...why I come here.” They speak slowly, as if unsure about what they’re saying and are figuring it out as they say it. “You...you don’t use me like everyone else.” They look away from him, cheeks faintly pink. “Zavala, Ikora, the Vanguard...they mean well, but...they don’t get to treat everyone as people. They need a killer? I kill. Answers? I seek. Someone who might survive the impossible? I survive. Unconditionally. Righteous things and unspeakable things... Because I am a guardian. I don’t have a name. Many ghosts just go by Ghost...I’m the only guardian without a name. There was just...never time for one, and…always so much to do. Lives to save. Futures to fight for…” They trail off, eyes slightly unfocused, perhaps lost in nightmares they haven’t escaped yet. “You bring Gambit, but it’s never a real pressure to join.” Their hand slips from his knee, becoming a loose fist on the cot.

The coiling thing in Drifter’s chest squeezes painfully. He shifts, almost stands, but then changes his mind. To Hell with it all. Shucking off his pauldrons, he shrugs out of his duster and kicks off his boots. Awkwardly, Drifter lays down on the cot —it’s made only for one after all— but gives up on trying to leave space between him and the Guardian. Laying on his side, he shoves an arm under the pillow and motions for the Guardian to come closer. They move over slowly, a little unsure now. Drifter grabs the sleeping bag and covers them both with it. He’s left that arm out, unsure on how much contact would be wanted. When he feels the Guardian shivering, Drifter almost stops himself from draping that arm over them. But he doesn’t stop himself. Instead he gently pulls them close to him until their back presses against his chest. They feel oddly cold despite being recently asleep. Drifter summons a measure of solar light over his skin, just enough to let soothing heat roll off. He feels the Guardian relax, shoulders dropping the tension that had remained.

Minutes pass and just as Drifter thinks they’ve fallen asleep, the Guardian quietly speaks. “It was so cold there...and twisted…” His arm around them tightens protectively for a moment. “Where did you go? Recent mission?” The Guardian nods slowly, voice a little louder, but twice as worn out as before. “Presage...the Glykon.” Drifter hums a short acknowledgement, turning over their words in his head. He was aware of the Vanguard operation, already heard snippets of Osiris live on comms reporting tidbits back to the Vanguard. The Cabal ship was a house of horrors. Thinking on what he knew of it, Drifter came to a sudden, sinking thought. “Did you…?” He isn’t able to finish his question, half knowing what the answer would likely be. Again, the Guardian slowly nods. The tightness in his chest returned with a sting before the Guardian spoke their confirmation, a small tremor rolling through them at the memory. “...alone.” Drifter holds them close, knowing no words could ease the turmoil in the Guardian’s mind. He holds them and keeps his Light near and solar-filled to stave off the Derelict’s iciness. Eventually the Guardian’s breathing levels out and Drifter can tell they’re sleeping. Several hours later he drifts off to sleep as well. When he wakes in the early morning, Drifter opens his eyes to see the Guardian’s face next to his, still asleep. It’s the first time he’s seen them look so at peace.

[arianalilyblack]

Come home to me - Chapter 4

Title: Come home to me 

Chapter no: Chapter 4

Author: @arianalilyblack

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader x Eobard Thawne/Harrison Wells

Word count: 2269

Summary: The wedding of Barry Allen and Iris West is finally here. You and Harry are caught up with the wedding spirit and start to slowly realize that maybe you developed deeper feelings for each other. Everything is perfect until Nazis bust into the church ruining everything. And alongside Earth X villains guess who shows up? Your ex flame, Eobard Thawne aka the Reverse Flash, complicating everything in your lives.

 At first he felt pleasure as he heard a frustrated Cisco shouting in the next cell. It was fun for a while. But then his thoughts started to drift towards Y/N, and the smug grin disappeared from his face. He cursed himself for leaving her unprotected and alone. Obviously he knew that she could protect herself, but he still felt guilty as hell. He never should have left her side, not before telling her the truth. It was frustrating that he couldn’t talk about his newly experienced feelings for her. That smile at the wedding; that was the moment when all his oppressed feelings got out of their strongly locked cage. It was a simple friendly smile, but to him it shone brighter than the sun. It made his heart beat faster, and now he will never see her again. It all ended before it could really start.

The ball resonated louder and louder throughout the Pipeline, as he became more irritated by this imprisoned state, driving Cisco crazy with every bang. Sadness took a hold on his heart. He placed his head into his hands, horrible pictures flashing before his eyes. The sight of her getting tortured or her dead body lying on the floor was maddening. The ball stopped, hitting him right in the chest.

„For the love of God, finally!” exclaimed Cisco. „Have you calmed down, Harry?”

„Shut up, Ramon” Harry sputtered. He had trouble breathing, tears stung his eyes.

„Harry, are you alright?” asked Cisco, sensing that something was off with the grumpy scientist.

„Peachy” was the short sarcastic answer.

„Don’t worry Harry. She will be fine” Caitlin encouraged him.

„Oooh, so that’s the reason why my head is splitting into million pieces” draw the conclusion the engineer. „Mister Know-it-all finally saw the light” Cisco teased him.

„Ramon!” Harry growled.

„Harry, my friend, don’t you fear for Y/N, she’s tough as a nut.” Cisco tried to raise his hopes up.

„Attention all prisoners; great news, the cavalry has arrived.”

The Legends got the message from Felicity and came to the rescue. All the prisoners were out in no time; almost all of them went to fight with Nate against Metallo, except Harry. He had better things to do. He sprinted towards the workshop, to obtain a weapon prototype he and Cisco developed for similar situation. Right before he could reach the gun, Eobard cut his way.

„Well” Harry caught his breath. „Aren’t you a handsome devil?”

„Pretty popular with the ladies, huh?” Eobard smirked implying his hypothetical relationship with Y/N. Harry was smarter then to give into this pointless mind game. „Wells, you are in real danger now. But I’m going to make you a deal.” His smile grew wider with his every word. „I can spare your life, as a man of your superior intellect has a place in our new world. Of course, with one condition” he raised his index finger. „You have to give up on Y/N. You are a clever man; you already know that she feels what she does for you just because you look just like me. You are constantly reminding her of me and that’s the only thing why she would ever look at you. Her place is by my side. I’m the only one who can satisfy her needs. She has quite a temper, that little minx. She still loves me” His devilish smile was all over his face. It disgusted Harry to the core.

„Thank you… for the offer and information.” Harry nodded in appreciation before he looked up sternly and added „I’d rather die, than to let your liar ass torture her for the rest of her life.”

„Well that…” The speedster’s smile turned into a frown and his hand started vibrating. „That can be arranged.”

„Wait, wait!” Harry raised his arms in defense as the vibrating hand got dangerously close to his heart. „Wait. Think this through. If you kill me, she will never forgive you for that, ever. She will hate you more than she already does. And besides, who knows what consequences could cause the death of your doppelganger from another Earth.”

„You’re right.” He paused. „But there’s only one way to find out” he shook his head as he contemplated his action and advanced his weaponized hand towards Harry’s chest. But instead of coursing through his heart he was shocked by something, hand bouncing back in an instant.

„Yeah, so, I forgot to mention” Harry pointed arrogantly to his chest. „I went and loaded millions of biocompatible miniature robots into my body which were programmed to attack any foreign cells speeding into my system. Just face it, Thawne; you will never get her back.”

Eobard looked anxiously to the gun, then back to Harry’s face. He could easily outrun his shadow, but then he would complicate his mission. Harry winked at the evil speedster, lips curling into a cocky smile, and jumped towards the gun, but he was to slow, Eobard had already vanished.

 ~

 You were dragged away from the girls. You had no metapower left whatsoever to fight back, so you complied. Meanwhile the energy slowly started to rebuild in your system; it just needed some time to fully regenerate. You made a fool of yourself yet again, by thinking Eobard had changed. It was naïve of you to trust his words, because obviously you did believe him when he’d told you that he just wanted to come home to you. Once again you were fooled by his silver tongue, and once again he had thrown you away, like some liability.

„So how does this Nazi job paying you? Is it really worth it?” you asked, teasing the soldier beside you with a small smile, trying to cheer yourself up. No response, no reaction of any kind. „Let me go, little soldier. I promise I won’t rattle you out to the Fuhrer” you flashed your most convincing grin, but all in vain.

The muscles in your body were sore, but you figured that you could still beat the crap out of this disrespectful bastard. A loud bang came from the Cortex that was followed immediately by two another. This was your chance; you pulled your arm out of his grip and kicked him in the guts with all you physical strength. Your hands immediately clasped into his head and banged it against the wall as hard as you could manage. It did the trick so you were able to run away. You just took the right turn when you stumbled into a hard chest. Your body bounced back into a fighting position, just before you met the most beautiful ocean blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

„Y/N” Harry gasped before taking her into his arms. „I thought I’ve lost you.” He pulled you closer to his chest.

„Harry” you whispered his name taken aback by his heartfelt greeting.

It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your body, but at the same time a bitter sorrow filled it. You didn’t muster to look up to his face. Right now it would have been too haunting. Instead you stayed in his protective embrace, hiding your face from him. His body suddenly tensed which startled you. The first thing that crossed your mind was Eobard standing behind you. But then again, you wouldn’t be still standing surrounded by Harry’s warm arms if that was the truth.

„He’s back.” Your heart clenched, and you breathed in sharply. „I won’t let him hurt you.” With his right hand on your back and his left on your head, he hugged you tighter. „Not anymore.”

Finally when you looked up at him with teary eyes, there wasn’t a single thing on his features that reminded you of Eobard. It was simply Harry Wells with such loving glance that you melted into his body.

„Don’t worry, I will be alright” you raised your hand and stroked his faced.

„I will always worry for you” he admitted with a small smile.

„Why?” you urged him. You wanted him to say it out loud, to confirm that you aren’t hallucinating. This novel closeness felt surreal.

„Because I care about you, Y/N, a lot” Harry confessed and gently drew you into a sweet kiss. His lips were so soft and delicate; it made your heart flutter. „I…” his voice trembled. „I love you.”

„It was about time” shouted Cisco proudly, raising his hands as a ‘hallelujah’ motion, scaring you to death.

„Ramon” grunted Harry in annoyance, eyes darting deadly shots towards him.

„Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but we kinda got to go. You know, cause there’s a Nazi invasion going on and all that” he motioned a circle above his head.

 ~

 The whole team was reunited on the Waverider’s deck. Flash and the others came back from Earth-X, but they paid a huge price for it. Professor Stein had been severely injured and died shortly after they came back. You wanted to be left alone, to figure out your storming thoughts, so you searched for a quiet and secluded place.

The overwhelming feelings were driving you crazy. You were sure that you will lose your mind soon, if you don’t calm down. Your frustration came out as a loud groan.

„Why is life shitting with me?” you shouted into the thin air and buried your face into your hands.

It should have been one of the best days in your life, after all the two of you finally acknowledged your feelings for each other. Well almost. Because of Cisco’s interruption you totally forgot to say those three words back to him. Life wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Eobard’s return stirred up some suppressed emotions; you’ve missed him so damn much. You hated yourself for letting him under your skin. All you wanted was to be happy with Harry, without feeling constantly guilty about it. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard; you just had to keep in mind all the sadness that the speedster caused you. Remind yourself of all the sorrow and pain he made you endure. You crossed your legs, taking a meditating position and tried to clear him out of your mind and organism.

„Why the long face, darling?” The sudden presence of another human made you jump in your seat.

„Snart! But… how?” Leo smiled at your confused facial expression.

„I’m Leo Snart, from Earth-X.” He reached out with one hand and you shook hands. „Now tell me dear, what is it that’s bothering you so much?”

„Oh, it’s complicated” you let out a big sigh accompanied by a nervous grimace.

„The matters of the heart are always complicated” he looked at you with an odd, sympathetic smile. „Eventually the things fall in their right places, trust me. Now put a smile on that pretty face and let’s kick some Nazi asses.”

„Thanks, Leo” you cracked a smile back, grateful for his encouraging words.

 ~

 Harry was on the control deck with Cisco and the others. They were working on a plan to defeat the enemy but he wasn’t much of a help to them. He kept getting distracted by the earlier conversation with Y/N. He had just confessed his feelings in front of everyone to her, but she didn’t say anything back. Maybe it was because he kissed her out of the blue, or maybe it was because she didn’t felt the same way. And that’s why he couldn’t find her anywhere, because she was probably hiding from him.

Eobard’s words were ringing in his ears; “She still loves me” claimed the evil speedster. The insecurity irritated him, and when he got annoyed he usually threw stuff. He started pounding the wall nearby because of the lack of disposable objects. One thought would persistently come back to haunt him; what if she chooses that monster. “That can’t be possible, she is a rational woman. She would never go back to that bastard.”

„Harry, focus!” ordered Cisco after several minutes of calling him out.

„Not now, Ramon. I have to go” with that he was out of the room. He didn’t hear the end of Cisco’s indignant speech.

Harry was familiar with the tight relationship that was between Y/N and Eobard from the start. He knew that very well and still fell for her kind and gentle nature. Her friendship was a ray of happiness in his somber life. Even if he was just the second best thing; he would be okay with that as long as he could stay with her.

The scientist was roaming the halls, searching for Y/N. He needed to find her, to make sure she’s okay. He could only imagine how hard this could be for her after all she’d been through.

„Hey grumpy” heard a loving voice behind his back. He turned around to face Y/N.

„Who’s grumpy? I’m not grumpy” he shook his head in denial and huffed.

„Yeah, right” she waved her hand giggling.

„I will show you grumpy” he threatened and rushed towards to tickle her with a mischievous grin.

„Okay, okay” she gave herself up. „You win, but only this time” she laughed.

„I always get what I want” he smirked and attracted her into a kiss.

„If he finds out… He’ll kill you” she said in a shaky voice breaking the sugary kiss.

„He already knows. And still, here I am holding you in my arms, caressing your beautiful face and peppering it with little kisses.” He did as he said, her cheeks turning into a burning mess.

„I love you, Harry” she whispered between two kisses.

Part 5

[cherriesradio]

“I… I think I’m different. Not in a hero kinda way, ya know?”

You coming out to different pro hero’s about your sexuality.

(Because I am currently craving validation)

All Might, EraserHead, Hawks, and Fat Gum

All Might

You always knew that the pro hero was incredibly supportive of everyone.

But for some reason… he had never mentioned on the news or on media if he supports the LGBTQ community.

Which, was strange. Of course he hadn’t gone out of his way to support ANY community, he was busy, ya know, SAVING people from those community’s.

And knowing how friendly and good of a perosn the hero was, you decided that he was one of the best to confide in about a secret you had had for a while.

You stayed after class that day, not wanting to attract attention.

You had heard that All Might was staying later then normal to do some extra paper work, which meant that this was the perfect time.

You walked down the long white halls, going up flight after flight of stairs till you were at the floor of cubicles and the feeling of boredom.

“All Might?” You said, peaking around the corner of the large room.

“Young L/n! What do you need?” He looked up, his black eyes and large smile looking as welcoming as always.

“Um… I wanted to tell you something. It’s uh… kinda important.” You stepped in and rubbed the back of your neck.

He nodded, and stood from his seat, walking to you at the front of the room. “Would you want to sit over there?”

He pointed to the white chair next to the window.

“Sure.” You nodded, already nervous as ever.

“So, Young L/n, what is so important? Is it something involving hero work, or your future career?” He titled his head. You gulped.

“Well, I- it technically will probably heavily effect more future career, but it doenst really invoke hero stuff.” You bite your lip and played with your hands inbetween your legs.

“Hm. What’s important that you need to tell me, even if it doenst involve hero’s? I am a hero expert, after all.” He smiled. He was trying to make you laugh, he could probably feel the nerves coming off your body.

You awkwardly chuckle.

“Well … uh, it’s real personal and your really accepting of everything and stuff and I thought I could trust you with it, and I’m…”

All Might smiled to himself. “True. Now, what were you wanting to tell me? No pony in beating around the bush.”

You sighed, quickly gaining a billion pounds more of anxiousness.

“I…” You squeezed your hands. “I think I’m y/s.” (Y/s = your sexuality)

He had a slight look of surprise, looking up with his electric blue and black eyes right into yours.

“That’s wonderful, L/n!” He smiled.

“R-really!?”

“Yes! Have you told anyone else yet?” He asked

“Well, no, not really.” You giggle.

“Oh. I’m honored!”

EraserHead

You always liked Mr. Aizawa

He was calm in any situation, and knew how to handle most things. You admired his strong quirk and how he didn’t need attention from the public.

He was, after all, always your favorite hero.

And being put up on such a podium, why would you not tell him first? He deeply cared for his students and you knew deep inside that he would never hate you for be LGBTQ.

It was lunch break. You ate half your rice and one huge gulp, and gave the rest to Mina.

Your steps were loud as you ran down the hall to the tecaher lounge.

“HELLO!” You yelled, sliding and grasping at the door for life.

“Um, hello L/n? What do you need?” Aizawa lazily said after a few silent seconds of teachers staring at you.

“Hi I need to talk to you in private for a second!” You were filled with energy, having had thought about this for weeks.

“Alright.” He said, sighing as he moved away from his shared table table with Midnight and Mic.

“What is it, L/n?” He said once you were both out of sight of anyone walking by. His hair looked more silky and almost greasier then normal, he clearly forgot to wash it.

You took in a deep breath, breathing out. Your hands in fists raised up, for whatever reason.

“I haven’t told anyone this and I felt I could trust you with it. So, I’m y/s.”

He honestly didn’t look that surprised at the fact you were y/s. He was more proud that you decided to trust him, of all teachers, to tell

“That’s… thank you for telling me, L/n.” He said and had a smile of warmth.

“I’m glad you decided to tell me. I support you fully.” He nodded.

You smiled and your eyebrows were furrowed, a sympathetic and grateful expression.

“Thanks.”

He patted your back as he walked back to the teachers loung. “Have a good lunch, valid child.”

You laughed at the new, silly nick name and how it was similar to him calling Deku “problem child”

Hawks

You had known Hawks since you were a kid.

Your dad worked at the agency, and bought you to work often after school since your mom left and he worked late so often.

He would have anyone at the agency that he trusted babysit you, so you were known across the agency as “the favorite”

Everyone loved you, including our good old feathery fried chicken. He was one of your favorite babysitters, cause he would bring you on patrol and fly around holding you, and if he had any money on him he would buy you food

So, your little kid mind made up that this man was the human equivalent of god

so would I

Now your 14, and still adore Hawks, visiting the agency and all your friends whenever you had the time, often training with the hero’s

And you started questioning a while ago. You didn’t think anyone suspected anything, and decided that it was time you tell someone.

So, Hawks. He treated you the same he treated full grown adults, so he would treat you seriously with this. And you knew that even if he didn’t like that you were y/s, that he would still love you in his older brother/ cool uncle way

You rush off the bullet train with your usual smile, running as fast as you could after an intense training session before getting out of school for the day.

Of course it took a little longer than normal, since you just moved into the the dorms, Iida was suspicious about letting you leave campus.

You gently pushed through the crowd, muttering about a thousand “Excuse me!”’s on your way in.

You walked in, taking in the familar sent of crappy deodorant and sented candles.

You quickly press the up button and to the top floor, which was the place Hawks always was at this exact time.

You got up there just in time, he had just arrived.

“Hey Kid!” He grinned.

“Hey Keigo!!” You excitedly shout from the otehr side of the roof. “How’s work doin’?” You said, running to the other side.

“Eh, crappy and long as normal. How was school? Are Deku and the angry kid still at it?” He raised an eyebrow

“Yeah, did you think they’d ever stop? Mic put them to together for training and they had this whole angsty monologue with each other, it was hilarious.” You smiled and sat the on the railing that Hawks was perched on

“Haha!” He laughed. “Those two are gonna be interesting heros! Imagine the drama our good old corrupt government will make of them!”

You two continued to chat for a while, until Hawks told you he only had a few more minutes till his turn on patrol.

You nodded, taking in that you have to say it now.

“Hey Keigo?”

“Yeah, Y/n?”

“I think I’m y/s. Actually, I know I am.”

He didn’t seem surprised. If anything, he looked excited.

“I knew it!” He grinned. “Great job, kid! I’m proud of you, that musta’ taken a lotta courage!” He said, hand i your shoulder.

“Your fine with it?” You sheepishly said.

“Well duh! I love ya kid, why would I not be okay with it?” He leaned on your shoulder.

“And what do you mean by “I knew it?”

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t take side glance’s at them~” He winked. You two laughed.

You smiled. “Thanks, Keigo.”

Fat Gum

You and Fat Gum hadn’t known each other to long. You were there for your inturship, with Tamaki and Kirishima.

Even so, you two trusted each other. He was accepting and a caring guy, who would do anything for you interns.

So, you made a plan to tell him your y/s.

He smiled as you walked into the room you four always meet at, you saw that the other three were already waiting for you.

“Hey guys!” You waved. A small “Hi” came from Tamaki and Kirishima did his normal, aka running up and fist bumping you with a loud “Hey Y/n!”

You all were on patrol pretty much all day, so it would be difficult to pull Fat Gum away for a minute.

As you all walked along the streets, looking out for the smallest sign of villains, you asked Fat Gum if you two could talk for a minute.

“Sure L/n! You two stay here for a little, me and L/n are gonna talk for a second!” He calls toward Kirishima and Tamaki.

You two go inbetween two buildings.

“So, what’s up L/n?” He smiled down at you.

You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Well, it’s not really a hero thing. Is that okay?”

“Yeah! You can talk to me about anything.”

You nodded. “Okay… I think I’m y/s.”

He looked down at you with surprised.

He then got out of his fat state, back to the size of a normal human and hugged you.

“That’s great! I’m glad you told me!”

Notes: this is probably repetitive and bad but like ✨imaginary validation is nice✨

[toozmanykids]

Am I allowed to do a Six Sentence Sunday on Friday??? Last week's that @myoxisbroken started got me so pumped up and inspired, and I'm so excited anticipating all these exciting works in progress that y'all teased us with!

Last week @just-the-hiddles had teased us with an OFC struggling to get the attention of our lovely Magnus Martinsson who was far too engrossed in his work to take notice of her efforts.

I have an idea! In fact my OFC may just steal your Magnus right from under your nose my dear @just-the-hiddles . You see, all of the "Sex Pollen" fics y'all have been churning out recently has gotten me fit to be tied! Holy fuck! Especially the one @frostbitten-written wrote. Blame it on the Pollen. OMG! I think that was the hottest "Sex Pollen" story I've ever read! And I have read a LOT these past two years.

So I couldn't resist getting distracted from what was supposed to be working on, and started a "Sex Pollen" fic of my own. I haven't named the OFC yet, but she encounters s beautiful Magnus Martinsson on her commute home one Friday evening. Here are my seven sentences from this WIP.

The moment she sat down, the vibrations of the train immediately caught the attention of her newly awakened inner slut. She slid her ass over a few inches to center her cunt directly on the hard metal hump that divided up the seats and purred from the heavenly stimulation. Subtly adjusting the pressure point with minute angle changes in her posture created the most pleasant feeling of warmth that began to extend up into her chest.

A whimper slipped out with each jolt that broke the gentle rumbling rhythm. A sneaky smile slipped onto her lips, yet she remained unaware of her expression, only focused inward, eyelids drooping closed, and anxiously waiting for the next flaw in the track.

She had completely forgotten about the few people still occupying this train car, including that devastating Mr. Angel-face who had a Masters Degree in Observation. His gaze hadn't left her since she sat down.

What do you think??

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By the way, last week's Six Sentence Sunday gave excerpts of WIPs by some great authors who you will want to keep an eye on. I didn't get a chance to comment earlier, so I will now. And I beg you all to tag me!!! Please! Just add me to your whole enchilada tag list if your lists are still open?

@myoxisbroken teased her fic with a gif of Pine holding Jeb with a knife to her neck. Holy shit! Any fic inspired by that has got to be exciting! I can't wait to read your Jonathan Pine!!

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@imanuglywombat teased us with delicious seductive thoughts for her Alpha/Omega WIP. *grrrrowl..... My interest is so piqued to read one with Danvers involved. Oh yes. *Wicked thirsty smile.

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(Psst....Throw in gaslighting and a little bondage or trapped to go with that amnesia and you'll put me into a trance from being so turned on. I just wanted to put that out there on case anyone was looking for ideas. *Wink)

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@threeminutesoflife used a gorgeous gif from Knives Out (2019) of Ransom all stabby with the knives sculture in the background. Omg, the gif alone has me so on the edge of my seat! I can't wait to read this fic!

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[chidoroki]

The Promised Neverland S2EP1

aka: when you scream into the void and it finally answers back, because AAAHHH IT’S HERE! IT’S ALL HAPPENING!! HELL YES!

Here I am, trying my best to breathe normally, and the kids are having just as much trouble doing the same as they run for their lives.. this is wonderful.

“It’s fine! Think of it as a game of tag!” Oh my sweet daughter, I waited so long to hear your voice again.

But wow we’re starting with a wild demon chase right off the bat? No Isabella scene?.. should I be concerned?

OP I waited so anxiously for you, please blow me away.

How they used the flowers and vida to represent the human and demon bodies respectively was real nice.

Ohhh and they used that scene from the “Zettai Zetsumei” ending too!

Wow, they aren’t holding back the idea of children being food huh.

They even teased Norman with a fully bloomed vida flower.. how cruel.

Leslie and Conny aww.

Mujika, Phil and Isabella with her hair down aahh yesss!

Peter? Hello?? Don’t you show up much later?

Emmaaaa!! And her hair is braided already?

Ahh it is! She has the hairclips! She doesn’t get those until she meets Sandy at Goldy Pond though.. Cloverworks, please. you better not be getting my hopes up for nothing, I swear.

I’m surprised to see all the escapees wearing the shelter jackets though. The.. SHELTER! JACKETS! Bunker dad incoming!

Fucking hell girl, why must you be so beautiful??

And my boy Ray!! Yeess!

They left that large space beside Emma as a reminder that Norman is no longer around anymore huh.. ow my heart.

I vibe with “Identity” so much.. I love it. The sequence was beautiful. You’re winning me over so far Cloverworks.

Now that I finally moved on from watching the OP several times.. hello children! And vida flowers..

Haahaha the way Lanni just falls like that from the tree.. I’m dying.

Aw Emma sweetheart, you’re already pushing yourself too much.

Okay, Ray didn’t bonk her on the head with the water but the reaction she gave along with her facial expression was great, so I’ll let that change slide.

Also, my son!! I missed you so much!

“Sorry, Emma.” Bro, his voice was so soft when saying that!

“As long as you’re alive and smiling, that’s all I need.” aaah.. AND HIS FUCKING SMILE AFTER SHE SAYS THAT! OH MY GOD!

“Emma.. I’ll live. I’ll live and protect this family. Everyone in this family, just like you. This time, for sure, I swear. No matter what happens, I’ll never abandon them again.” They really had him say it all. The entire thing.. yeeesss! Character development at its finest btw!

“So don’t bear this burden alone.” *glances at ch180*

It’s been a half hour since I started this episode and yet I’m only 5 minutes in.. help.

“Southeast?” “Between south and east.” “Gilda, I know that much.” I love this little addition between them so much.

They also included Don and Gilda into this scene with the pen.

And the pen actually has a map now? It was Ray who figured out how the number/letter sequence worked in the manga in terms of location but here Emma just touched the screen and a map appeared.. hmm, I’m conflicted.

The younger kids are watching all this now too.

“I miss Norman.” Aww Alicia.. and everyone else is adorable too.

Ahh the new soundtracks hit different.

They really are including the other kids into the story more.. for a while it was usually just Emma & Ray figuring stuff out.

“And we’ll find more allies, then go back for Phil and the others!” *deep sigh*

Honey, I’m begging you, please take a moment to relax!

Hey there demons.

No wonder they get chased so soon, they have their lanterns lit at night making them such easy targets.

Ah, so this is the scene where that screenshot of Ray & Emma came from.

Oh yeah, y’all better fucking run.

Cgi demon looks odd, but then again demons aren’t supposed to look normal regardless, so it’s okay.

They changed how they introduced the snakes of alvapinera huh.

Hold up, we’re already on ch42? Right now? Okay wow..

“Who’s the better one at tag?” “You are.” Aaaaha.

Aw man, I thought Ray was finally going to start a fire once he threw that lantern and having it break.

Ah, and that’s where the blood splatter from the preview came from, the GF demon slaying the wild one.

“The others are already dead.” Look at his smug face! I LOVE HIM!

Aww Jemima is worried about our boy.

Rossi, you’re such a sweet child.

I’m sorta glad they didn’t show her completely passing out, but EMMA!!

Oh sweet lord, Mujika! We’re meeting you already??

They did a great job making this scene have an eerie feel though.

Aw, the scarf!

Goddamn, they made Ray look so out of breath and winded.. nice!

Okay, but the way he fell though.. sorta prefer how determined he was to try and take another step despite him struggling to do so in the manga rather than having him just.. fall over like that.

But Sonju coming in clutch!

Are we for real already at ch45 and gonna get the Rayemma hug? oh my god.

They’re gonna end the episode with Ray questioning our demons friends, aren’t they..

My poor boy is spooked.

LOOK HOW RELIEVED HE IS WHEN SHE FINALLY WAKES UP!

THE DAMN HUG! IT HAPPENED! SOMEONE HOLD ME I FEEL SO SOFT RIGHT NOW!

But why no head pat though hmm?

I’m surprised they actually remembered the bell.

He held out his arm out to shield her.. aww.

This music.. sounds good. Anndd it just got better.

Yup, figures they would end the episode there.

Okay ending song, make me emotional.

Oh? We’re seeing more of the outside world alongside Sonju & Mujika?

Wow, and hello to all the kids being shipped out.

And some quick glimpses of the sisters and mothers too.

I really like the art style they have going on here.

Interesting.. also, no Isabella scene? At all? Oh no..

And I just realized they completely left out the entire snakes of alvapinera scene.. hm.

But yeah, this is going way quicker than I originally thought.. I don’t want to get my hopes up in case GP doesn’t happen, but at this pace, hey, who knows.

I can’t believe I got three of my favorite demon forest scenes in the first episode.. fucking wild dude.

Now I can relax.. by finally diving into the tags and consuming every bit of good food available! Finally aboard the hype train!

[twoidiotwriters1]

Do Not Read This (Hp -CRACK)

A/N: I...I don’t know what is this... I’m sorry you had to read this rubbish @stardusthigh​ I really tried to make it justice even if it was prank but I just don’t have the talent sjsj -Danny

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Request: While trying to defeat Voldemort by killing his horcruxes Harry, Ron & Hermione use the time traveler hermione should've handed back in, but instead of timetraveling they end up in an alternate universe where instead of hunting Voldemort they travel to fhw future and are in a BAND!!! Big Time Rush still exists Cue? Cue rivalry w btr & 1 Direction 😌 (aka I want it to be on absolute crack)

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“Harry, come on it’s your turn to be on stage!”

Harry opened his eyes abruptly, he found himself laying on a couch inside of what it looked like a backstage room. Hermione was beside him, pale as paper and holding onto the time traveler with white knuckles.

“Uh-oh,” She breathed.

“What’s going on?” Ron sat up, he’d fallen directly onto the floor.

“I think we messed up terribly.”

“How?” Harry straighten up in his place, examining his surroundings.

There was a bunch of things getting his attention and none of it made any sense. The same woman that had come to woke them up entered again, looking rather agitated.

“Are you ready no? Come on you three, the sooner we go out there the sooner is done, you know that…”

Harry, Ron and Hermione were escorted out of the room, that turned out to be a real backstage room.

“Heads up, the boys are still out there,” The woman rolled her eyes. “Please try to keep thing civil kids, we don’t need another scandal like what happened during the grammy’s last month…”

“What is she talking about, ‘Mione?” Harry whispered to the girl.

“How am I supposed to know?” Hermione scowled.

“What’s happening?” Ron caught up with them, looking around in utter confusion. “Where are we?”

“I think we took a wrong turn at some point…” Hermione frowned, then look over at the woman ahead of them. “Excuse me-er… miss? Can you tell me where we are exactly?”

“Are you trying to make a backstage insta story again, ‘Mione?” The woman smirked. “That’ll have to wait, you have to go out now.”

“Go out where?” Ron frowned.

The woman gave him an eerie look. “Have you been drinking, Ronald?”

“What? No!”

“Oh good, very good.”

She turned around and kept walking without adding anything else. Harry was about to ask something else when someone called his name.

“Hey look– the Golden trio, more like the loser triplets.”

“Excuse me?” Hermione asked in surprise.

In front of them there were four boys that looked a lot like a boy band. That was because they were a boy band.

James stepped further. “You heard me– I can’t believe you guys are still a thing, your fans are almost nonexistent.”

“Fans?” Harry asked.

“Are you high or something?”

“High?”

“He’s definitely high,” added Kendall matter-of-factly.

“One Direction’s out of stage, it’s the Golden Trio’s turn!” Yelled a voice from across the hall.

“How does it feel to be the middle band?” Carlos teased. “That’s right! You’re so irrelevant that they have to put you in the middle so people don’t arrive late or leave early!” He cackled.

Five boys appeared around the corner, and the air in the room became tense and heavy.

“Harry,” Harry Styles glared at Harry Potter.

“Er… hi?” He said hesitantly.

Hey, Harry,” Said James. “Nice hair, did you plug it out of the sewer?”

Before they could hear the rest of the conversation they were dragged once again to the next hall, which gave directly to the entrance of the stage.

“Okay kids, just do your thing,” The woman handed Hermione a microphone and gave Harry drummer sticks. “Don’t listen to the boys, the audience loves you. Ron please this time try not to get too into the moment? Don’t break the bass all right? Perfect! Get out–”

They were hushed out to the exterior where a thousand faces welcomed them, yelling their names and throwing stuff at their feet.

“Guys what about voldemort? What do we do?” Hermione asked anxiously.

“He can wait until we finish the concert, can’t he?” Ron waved at the audience, which went absolutely feral at this.

Harry looked down at the drummer sticks and gulped. “Shit…”

[cuttoothed]

What’s going to happen in the Lonely? No idea. But I know there’d better be a heck of a lot of softness afterwards. 

(AKA I write hand holding and snuggling for 1500 words; Jon, Martin, and JonMartin, featuring Elias “Smug Bastard” Bouchard.)

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When there is nothing for so long, everything is overwhelming. Martin feels the whoosh of his breath in his lungs, the rough stone of the old prison gritting under his hands. It feels real, in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel again. 

Jon, he thinks. 

Jon was with him, at the end. They had stood together, and Jon’s hand had curled shyly around his. It helps, if we’re touching, he explained, and Martin’s face heats with the remembered warmth of his voice.

I love you, Jon had told him, his words trembling but clear, That’s why this works. I can pull myself out, and I think I can pull you out too.

I love you, Martin had blurted in reply, and Jon had looked so wonderfully startled that Martin wanted to kiss him. He hadn’t, of course, there was no time, there was never any time, but Jon’s hand had squeezed his tighter, and he smiled. 

Then we can pull each other out.

Martin shuts his eyes, a lump rising in his throat, staggered by the wave of emotion that sweeps over him. When there is nothing for so long, everything is overwhelming. He shakes himself out of it and looks anxiously around.

Jon is lying several yards away, a small, crumpled figure on the floor. Elias - Jonah Magnus, god, this just keeps getting weirder - is crouched beside him on one knee. Martin’s heart leaps in his chest and he scrambles over there, barely getting off his hands and knees before he’s down at Jon’s side again. 

“...was it like?” he hears Elias say, soft and intent, and Jon is blinking up at him, eyes unfocused, and his voice is scarcely more than a hoarse whisper when he says:

“It was...desolate, and magnificent.”

Jon’s eyes lock with Elias’ and for an instant, Martin feels like he’s interrupting something private, some transcendent connection he can’t even see. But then Jon’s eyes flicker across to his, and Jon gives a smile that’s only for him, Elias forgotten. 

“Martin…” he rasps, and Martin’s heart lurches again at the softness in his voice. 

“I’m here,” he says, “Jon, I’m here.”

He helps Jon to sit up, carefully, conscious of Jon’s thinness, the fragility of his body. Martin chews his lip with worry, and Jon smiles at him again, tired and worn. His hand reaches for Martin’s, just like it did in the Lonely, and Jon pulls his hand up to press a careful kiss to his knuckles. 

“I never doubted you for a second,” Jon tells him, and Martin feels a surge of warmth, love and pride and relief. They’re here, they’re both here, and it’s more than he could possibly have hoped. 

“This is all very sweet,” Elias drawls, and Martin jumps. He’d almost forgotten about the man “But perhaps we should leave here, hmm?”

“You want us to go with you?” Martin stares disbelievingly. “Why on earth would we do that? In fact, now that Peter’s gone, why shouldn’t I stab your body, Jonah? Put an end to all this?”

“Please, Martin,” he says with a wince, “Call me Elias. I’ve rather got used to the name. As to why you shouldn’t kill my...body, well, there’s still the fact that you don’t know what will happen to everyone at the Institute. And the fact that you  won’t be able to find your way back without me. Jon is in no condition for navigating the tunnels at present.”

Martin opens his mouth to argue, but Jon’s hand presses gently to his cheek. 

“He’s right, Martin,” he says wearily. “Let’s get back to the Archives first. Then we can worry about him.”

The journey back through the tunnels is slow and arduous. Martin doesn’t remember it taking so long on the way there, but he hadn’t been cold and drained from the Lonely then. And he’d spent most of the walk with his mind racing, flitting between fear and longing and frantic calculations of what Peter might be up to. All of it wrong, of course. But it had passed the time quickly. On the return, Martin is aware only of Jon’s slight weight pressed against his side, trembling. The memory of Jon’s voice that keeps replaying in his head, I love you, that’s why this works. I love you. I love you. Time drags by as he thinks about how desperately he wants the two of them to be somewhere alone, and safe, so they can talk. 

That isn’t possible with Jonah “Call-Me-Elias” Magnus strolling just ahead of them. He’s mercifully quiet for the most part, at least, though every so often he does point out some feature of architecture or geography that makes Martin want to strangle him. Jon must feel him tense, because at a few particularly irritating moments, he gently squeezes Martin’s arm with his fingers. 

“It’s all right,” he murmurs, and Martin feels himself relax minutely. At last the tunnels begin to look familiar, and then they are climbing through the trapdoor into the Archives, a scene of scattered papers and overturned furniture, blood spatters on the walls. 

“The...not Sasha…” Jon rasps, slumping into a chair, and Martin feels a stab of grief in his chest. He hates Peter for that, if nothing else. 

“And hunters as well, if I’m not mistaken,” Elias notes, glancing around. 

“Well there’s nobody here now,” says Martin. “And we’re out of the tunnels, so talk.”

Elias opens his mouth, and three uniformed police officers burst through the door.

As it turns out, the Institute has been fully evacuated and cordoned off. The police had become rather alarmed at the sound of footsteps in the Archives, not expecting anyone to be walking around down here. Elias explains glibly that they had hidden in the tunnels at the sounds of gunfire, and had become lost for a time. Martin spends the whole exchange wondering why they haven’t arrested the bastard yet, but they seem to pay him no mind whatsoever.

“You know he escaped from prison today, right?” he tells one of the officers. She frowns with concern and steps away to talk into her radio for a few moments, then shrugs.

“HQ says he was released. All charges dropped.” 

Martin gives up, and turns back to Jon, who’s waving off the medic trying to insert an IV into his arm. 

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, “No, these are old scars - Martin, tell him.”

“They are,” Martin confirms. “And he won’t go to the hospital, no point trying. I’ll take care of him.”

The medic gives up and leaves them alone, and Jon goes back to texting Basira. She’s okay, he tells Martin, relieved, but she’s gone to stay with her parents for a few days. There’s been no sign of Daisy since the attack, and Martin hears the worry in his voice as he says it. Martin doesn’t really know Daisy, has barely spoken to her since she came back from the Buried, but he already knows he’ll do anything he can to help someone that Jon cares for so much. 

After a little more prevarication from Elias, they’re given permission to leave. Jon seems a little less weak now, though Martin is glad to see him grab a stack of statement files off Basira’s desk as they pass. He could use them.

They pass the police cordon, and Elias turns to the two of them, hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive coat. 

“Well,” he says, “This has been an interesting day. Well done to you both.”

“That’s it?” Martin demands. “After all that, just...well done?”

“I don’t know that there’s much more to say at this juncture, Martin. I imagine it will be a week or two before the Institute is re-opened, so consider this a paid holiday.” 

“I won’t do it, you know,” Jon says, frowning. “I know you think you’re close, and I don’t know precisely what the Watcher’s Crown is, yet, but you can’t do it without me. And I won’t.”

“How unfortunate for me, then,” Elias says cheerfully. “I’ll expect to see you both back at work in a couple of weeks.”

He turns on his heel and is gone without another word. Martin lets out an explosive breath. 

“Bloody hell.” 

“Yes,” says Jon, “I think that about sums it up.” 

Martin sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. There’s so much they need to figure out, to plan and research and do and - 

He stops himself short. He’s standing on the street with Jon, after all this time apart, after Jon said that he loved him. Frankly, Jonah Magnus and the Watcher’s Crown and the rest of the world can go to hell for a little while.

“So, do you...want to get something to eat, or…”

Jon gives him a smile that’s painfully shy this time, and Martin’s heart beats hard in his chest. 

“That would be nice,” he says. “Could we get takeaway, though? I uh, I need to - ” He gestures with the stack of folders in his arms.

“Oh, right! Of course, absolutely. Do you...want to come to mine, then? There’s a great Thai place just down the street from me?”

“Yeah - that sounds great!” Jon’s face lights up, and Martin could cry at the simple joy of being here, now, with him. Daring, he slips an arm around Jon’s shoulders, half to support him, and half just to pull him close. Jon comes willingly, presses warm against him, his bundle of folders still clutched in his arms. 

Martin guides them down the street to the Tube station, and they wait on the platform with the earth thrumming under their shoes, evening commuters coming and going around them. It’s all very ordinary, and Martin thinks about how he must look to the people around them: a tall, unwieldy man with his tired looking boyfriend nestled against him, half dozing on his feet as they wait to go home. He likes that thought. 

“Jon,” he says after a few minutes.

“Hmm?”

“What you said earlier, that you never doubted me - did you mean that?”

Jon looks up at him, surprised. 

“Of course.”

“Why not?” Martin asks, and he doesn’t understand why the answer is so desperately important to him now, except that he’s not sure anyone’s ever trusted him so entirely in his life. And he’s not sure he deserves it. He was so close to being gone, at the end. 

Jon’s expression is solemn when he reaches his hand around the back of Martin’s neck and pulls him down. Their lips brush, very gently, and then Jon’s eyes are intent on his, his fingers still curled into the hair at the base of Martin’s skull. 

“Because you’re Martin Blackwood,” he says. “And I trust in that.”

[darlinvandijk]

M&G

Concept: request where we’re at a m&g and really nervous and when we finally have our turn he’s sweet and basically the perfect dream boy. Like usual dm and whatnot for a request and I’ll be happy to comply! (Sorry if this is long, I just really liked this idea lmao) Hope you enjoy :)

I rush around my room looking for my shoes, considering I’m already 10 mins late to meeting my friend Andrea at the venue. I finally find them and slip them on before sprinting down the stairs and running out of the house, in hopes that maybe I can rush through traffic a bit.

I get in the car and text my friend to let her know I’m finally taking off, before buckling in and putting on my concert playlist. I sing along and drive through traffic, getting more and more anxious about the fact that I’m meeting Ruel today. Some people might think I’m being dramatic, but honestly can you blame me? How am I supposed to talk to him without being completely awestruck, because boys like him just don’t exist in the real world. It has nothing to do with him being famous, it’s everything about him. He’s gorgeous, sweet, funny, talented, and basically everything a person could wish to be. So yeah I’m going to be intimidated when it comes to talking to someone that I truly admire as a person. Also it doesn’t help that he’s so fucking attractive, I can already tell I’m going to embarrass myself.

I pull up to the venue and park my car, before getting out and looking around for Andrea. I get my phone out to call her and see where she is in line, before I spot her frantically throwing her arms around to gain my attention. I let out a laugh and jog over to where she is, giving her a small hug before looking her over.

“You look so good holy shit” I laugh as I compliment Andrea, watching strike a couple poses to truly show off the outfit.

“Says you, honestly you know that I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, like I’ve told you multiple times that if you ever want to date a girl I’m open to it” Andrea says with a wink before nudging my arm playfully. I laugh and wink back at her, feeling happy to have such a good friend like her. We’ve been friends since we were kids, truly going through everything together, so we’re way past just being comfortable with each other, it’s just how our friendship works.

“I’m so nervous Andy, like what if I pass out or like what if I smell bad when I hug him.. oh god what if he just decides he hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me” I mumble anxiously as we start to head into the venue, finding our seats. She rolls her eyes before giving me the look that basically says I’m about to get lectured.

“I didn’t stay up watching a countdown to get us these front row seats with the vip m&g all for you to look like you’re about to have a stroke. Suck it up bitch because you smell great and he’s not going to hate you. The only person he hates is the person who stole the acne jumper” she states watching my reaction to see if I’ll take her advice and calm down. I nod my head and slouch against the front of the stage, knowing we still have time until the concert starts.

“Honestly who really knows like maybe he’ll even like you enough to ask for your number” she whispers wiggling her eyebrows, I roll my eyes. I mean the last guy that’s ever going to notice me is Ruel.

“Please Andy, like I doubt Ruel is gonna notice me and actually want anything to do with me. He’s famous and has millions of girls fawning after him, I’m just a fan. He’s gonna see me, give me a hug, talk to me, and then I’ll be thrown to the back of his mind as he meets all his other fans around the world. I’m just a fan.” I mumble with a sad smile, coming to terms with the fact that he meets thousands of fans and will never remember me the way I want him to. Andrea glares at me ands puts her hands on my shoulders and gives me a light shake.

“Girl if you don’t quit with this sad fucking attitude, like don’t make me smack some sense into you. You never know, we just gotta wait and see.” She says with a determined face, causing me to laugh at her stern attitude about this. I nod my head and give her a hug, thankful to have someone like her as my best friend.

A couple minutes later the lights go out, causing us to scream along with everyone else, because it was finally time for the concert. The drums kick in first, before the bass hits causing the ground to shake. I was filled with so much anticipation that I didn’t even notice I was holding my breath. Finally a blue light shines onto the stage as Ruel finally comes out, causing me to freeze in awe. I was staring at the man of my dreams as he runs out on stage and flashes a grin at the crowd. Andy grabs my hand and holds it in a death grip, completely starstruck that we were finally seeing our favorite person in concert. He sings his songs, dancing across all parts of the stage to make sure everyone has a moment during every song where he’s with them.

As the concert goes on, us singing our hearts out to every song, my favorite song finally starts to play. He goes around trying to touch as many of the hands grabbing at him. He slowly moves around the stage as he sings real thing, before finally walking directly in front of us. I stare up at him in complete adoration for the beautiful boy in front of me, who’s completely singing his heart out. Andy reaches her hand out and he gives it a firm squeeze causing her to let out a small sob, overwhelmed with everything going on. She pushes me forward, knowing I’d never throw my hand out to him, to shy to make a move like that.

As I get slightly thrown forward, my hand automatically shooting out for stability, it comes into contact with something. I freeze out of shock as I realize what I was holding onto was Ruels hand. I stare straight into He green eyes as he holds my hand, giving me a small grin as he sings. Fans are screaming around us as they realize he’s not just giving the small squeeze before moving on, since he’s still crouching down with my hand in his.

He belts out my favorite part of the song, towards the end of it where he just sings out in his raspy tone, causing my heart to practically stop. He gives my hand one last squeeze before standing up and slowly letting go, walking backwards slowly with a little smirk on his face, finishing off the song. Andy is literally shaking me and throwing me around, while I stand there in complete shock at what happened. He finishes the concert, continuously making eye contact with me throughout the last few songs, causing me to freeze up every time and send a small smile towards him.

“I love you all, thank you for coming out tonight. I can’t wait to meet some of you after this, hopefully I see all of you at the meet and greet” he says with so much love to the crowd, looking over to where Andy and I stand when he says all, causing me to blush instantly, even though there was no way he was talking about me.

Andy and I make it to the m&g line once we leave the concert hall, shaking with nerves from the surreal experience. We’ve barely even spoken since the concert ended, trying to soak it all in. Finally as we wait at the end of the line, not caring if we were last, she turns to me and grips my hands with pure mischief lighting up her eyes.

“Bitch you guys had a moment. Everyone saw it and he did it on purpose. Our Australian bitch had a connection with you” she all but shrieks into my ear. I roll my eyes and give her a light shove, knowing she was being her typical overdramatic self. We talk about the concert as the line slowly dwindles until it’s our turn. She gives me a slight shove to go in front of her as we make it to where Ruel is sitting on the black sofa, waiting for the last fans to come in, aka Andy and I.

He looks up with a slightly defeated look before a grin slowly appears on his face as he sees us. Andy lets out a cough, causing me to look at her seeing her smirking. I blush at my stupid friend, knowing the mischievous games she’s trying to play. Ruel stands up and gives Andy a nice big hug, before slowly turning to me and holding a hand out so that he could pull me closer from where I was standing at a distance away from them.

I shyly place my hand into his, hearing his chuckle at my obvious nerves for the situation. He pulls me into his arms, tightly wrapping them around my body, swaying us from side to side. Neither of us notice Andy pull out her phone to record the moment. He pulls away and looks down at me, giving me a soft smile as my face heats up, a matching blush on his face. He pulls the both of us to the couch, an arm around the both of us as we smile for pictures. Once we take our pictures he stands up and turns to us with a grin.

“So did you guys enjoy the concert? I was a little nervous about real thing, do you think it went well?” He questions genuinly before slowly giving a boyish smirk as he brings up real thing. I instantly blush knowing he recognized me from the moment we had.

“Fuck yeah, concert was great, and real thing was amazing. Honestly probably the best song you did, right?” She questions giving me a nudge as Ruel lets out a laugh and shakes his head with a smile.

“Yeah it was really good, you’re honestly so talented” I mumble out looking down, trying really hard to calm my nerves and shaking hands. Ruel bends down in front of us, reaching out and taking my hands into his.

“Hey don’t be getting all shy on me, I wanna see that pretty smile of yours” He says softly, as I look up to make eye contact, watching him look me over with a look I can’t figure out in his eyes. Andy lets out a light cough, watching us with a grin on her face, causing Ruel to let go of my hands and stand up.

We talk with him for another ten minutes, mainly Andy carrying the conversation with him, since I’m too shy

“Would you guys like to hangout on the bus? There’s no other fans left and I’d like to get to know you both” he asks with a cute smile, causing my heart to speed up. Before I can even reply Andy already starts walking forward towards the back exits, yelling about how she wants to play fifa. I let out a laugh following behind her with Ruel next to me, both of us walking at a leisurely pace.

“I uhm want to know if I can have your number? You’re really pretty and I just have a good feeling about you. It’d be a shame if I didn’t shoot my shot at least, yeah?” He asks giving me a little wink, causing me to ease up around him and nod my head.

“I always knew we were meant to be friends, thank god you have a thing for my best friend, now you can’t get rid of me either bitch” Andy all but cackles out, causing Ruel to laugh and roll his eyes knowing she’s definitely a wild friend.

We make it onto the bus and sit around with one of his friends and Coco, all getting to know each other and just really having a good time. As we talk I notice something touch my hand, I glance down in time to see him intertwine our fingers, giving my hand a soft squeeze. I look up and send him a smile, knowing my face was turning pink the more he looked at me.

“You’re honeslty so breathtaking” Ruel leaned over and whispered into my ear, instantly causing me to blush and freeze up, not expecting such a bold compliment. He notices my posture and lets out a quiet laugh, giving my hand a small squeeze as his thumb rubs the back of it.

“You’re quite bold now aren’t you” I whisper back, with a teasing grin on my face. Watching the smile that lights up his face, happy that I’m becoming more comfortable and less shy. He lets out a laugh and wraps his arm around my shoulder, our interlocked hands hanging and still entwined.

That’s how the rest of the night went, not so secretive hand holding, soft glances, whispered compliments, and the night sealed with a hug and new contacts on our phones, with the promise to see each other the next day. Who would have thought, besides Andy of course, that a m&g would change my life for the better like this.

Who would have thought that a few months later, the boy of my dreams would become my boyfriend, and love of my life.

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office Series - The Sexperiment

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Four: The Double Date

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n is doing better than ever; she’s finally in a relationship with the man she’s been constantly thinking about, she has some great friends, and she’s thriving at her dream job. Except, there’s one problem: being in a relationship with one of your coworkers can get really steamy, and can cause a lot of sexual frustration. Her new pitch idea may solve exactly that problem, but will George be okay with it?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! **“The Sexperiment” is inspired by an actual Cosmopolitan article (here’s the link!) IM BACK BABBYYYYY thank y’all for being so patient with me, I truly needed a mental health break with everything happening, along with my finals going on. But I’m back now, so expect more coming!!! ;)

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s NSFW content..aka smut. You have been warned. Also angst :/ srry this is kinda short

I began to awaken when I felt something against my heat. The sensation was too real to be a dream, and I felt myself gently awaken, my eyes opening to see my legs parted, George’s face in the middle of them. His eyes met mine, watching me whilst his tongue slowly lapped at my flesh. I sighed at the euphoric sight and feeling, my back already beginning to arch as my hips began to buck against his mouth. He held my hips down, making it easier for him to accomplish his goal. 

My hands moved to his disheveled locks, raking through the curls as our eyes met once again, my nerves already unraveling, beginning to reach their peak. My legs flexed as his tongue moved faster, expertly drawing shapes on my flesh that made my breath hitch. Toes curling, I forced my eyes open to watch him, allowing my climax to take over me in spasm-like movements. He brought his face up to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his lips as we kissed. 

I wished we could have stayed like that, warm, bare skin flush against each other whilst we slowly kissed. I was reminded that I had to go into work, but I was grateful for my makeshift alarm clock. 

The windows casted the light of a newborn day, the sun still in hiding as the sky was painted in the dull colors of dawn. This meant that I had time to shower, that we had time to shower. His eyes still puffy with sleep, he parted his lips from mine, taking time to absorb my vulnerable groggy state before taking my hand and guiding me to his bathroom. Though being in the city, the world was quiet–quieter than usual, at least–at this time, and we didn't take it for granted. Our sex wasn’t exactly vocal, nor was it rough or fast. With the warm water running down our bodies, he’d picked me up and had my back against the cool tile wall, my legs wrapped around him.

His pace was slow, taking his time pumping in and out of me. The only sounds surrounding us were the water puttering against the tile and the shower curtain, and the shakiness of our breaths combined with the unholy noises of his length slowly burying in and out of my heat. My fingertips gripped his soaked, slicked back locks, trying to hold myself together as he only slightly quickened his pace. His parted lips rested against my shoulder, his own shaky breaths and curses warm against my wet water-droplet covered skin. My legs tightened around him as I reached my second climax of the morning, feeling him give a final thrust and still as my walls clenched around him. 

After that, we spent time shampooing each other’s heads and washing one another’s body, littering wet skin with loving, tired kisses. After drying off and returning to the bedroom, I hide to fight the urge to crawl back into his bed and let my drowsiness take over. But, I forced myself to change into my work clothes I’d packed, letting him help me by clasping my bra and zipping the back of my pencil skirt, his hands cupping my ass for a moment before reminding himself of the time. 

Our slow, loving morning routine made me wonder what our life would be like if we’d lived together, if we’d spend time loving on each other each and every morning. 

I wondered.

Throughout the day, I received text messages from my blond roommate, asking if I’d wanted to go out for dinner and drinks with George to accompany her and Faith on their first date. After asking George on lunch and him kissing the back of my hand with a “doesn’t matter to me, angel”, I agreed to the double date and climbed into the passenger seat of his car as gracefully as I could, though my feet were tired from attending meetings throughout the day with Dean. 

“You can get ready at your flat, then we can go back to mine and we can leave from there?” I suggested as he started the engine.

“Sounds good,” he confirmed, sending me a smile before turning his attention to the rear window, strategically pulling the car out of its spot and exiting the wide parking lot.

The radio was off, therefore the only noise that filled the atmosphere was the quiet road noise and the sounds of New York traffic that I often paid little to no attention to, as it was white noise to me at this point of my life. But I found myself eagerly wanting to make conversation, wanting to hear his velvety accent that I knew I could never grow tired of.

“This morning was nice,” I spoke up, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment as I began to overthink. “’Nice’ sounds too cutesy now that I say it out loud,” I rambled.

“Cutesy?” he asked, turning his face to me briefly with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of amusement. 

I buried my face in the palms of my hands, my cheeks turning more and more crimson by the second.

“You know what I mean!” I exclaimed.

He turned his face to me again for a moment, smirk still lingering on his lips.

“Do I?”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in defeat.

He rested a hand on my thigh, giving it a pat and rubbing circles over my skirt.

“I’m just playing,” he reassured me, freeing one of my crossed arms and bringing the back of my hand up to his lips before returning it onto my lap. “This morning was incredible.” he agreed.

When we arrived at his flat, I gathered all of my belongings, preparing them to bring back to my apartment while he dressed himself in casual attire. Once I got my things packed–and fought the urge to bring him to his bed after seeing his loose waves now more tousled and his rolled up sleeves exposing the veins traveling up his arms–it wasn’t long before we headed out of his flat, on the way to my own. 

We arrived fairly quickly, and he waited on the sofa whilst I freshened up and changed into a pair of jeans and a floral top. I slipped a pair of wedges on and tossed my hair around until I was completely satisfied with my appearance. I stepped out of my bedroom, finding Bree and George in the middle of a conversation as she fixed a pair of earrings onto her earlobes in the closest mirror.

“I’m just really fucking nervous, I haven’t been on a date in– Jesus, Y/n, took you long enough!” her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed.

My eyebrows raised in confusion at her physical state. She’d looked flustered, which was something Bree hadn’t been since college; she was always the go-with-the-flow type no matter what, which I think was one of the reasons why she wasn’t too keen on relationships. 

“Bree, are you...flustered?” I examined teasingly. 

“Fucking hell,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Our Uber’s here, let’s go,” she announced, nearly bolting out of the door, already sitting in one of the seats when we opened the door to the Subaru by the curb. 

The ride was brief and awkwardly quiet. I could feel Bree’s leg bouncing up and down and her eyes jump to the digital time clock on the radio of the car every few seconds. When we arrived at the restaurant, we were seated and ordered a few drinks whilst we waited for Faith’s arrival.

“Just be yourself,” I reminded her, watching as she nervously chewed on her plastic straw, her drink having been finished already within the first five minutes she’d received it. 

“I haven’t had to be myself for anyone else in a while,” she admitted, dropping the chewed plastic straw into the tiny glass. “When you’re just fucking someone, you get to skip all of the personal shit.”

I rolled my eyes at her raunchy language, my eyes growing wide as I peered over the booth and spotted the small ginger-haired girl walking in.

“She's here,” I whisper-yelled.

Whipping her blond hair, she checked if my observations were correct; confirming, she faced back toward us and shrunk in the booth, her hazel eyes anxiously wide. 

“Hi!” 

We all looked to see her in a skirt and top, gripping her purse that was slouched over her arm. Her blue-green eyes matched the vibrance of her hair, and her button nose and high cheekbones were sprinkled in adorable freckles. Faith was immensely attractive, and I found myself slightly jealous, due to the fact that she’d dated George.

Bree sat up instantly, moving over to give the girl enough room to sit next to her. 

“It’s,” she cleared her throat, “nice to meet you!”

I chewed on my lip, watching Bree nervously attempt to pull herself together. George and Faith exchanged friendly smiles before the waitress saved us all from further awkward exchanges, asking for our orders. Along with our food, Bree ordered another drink, making George and I cringe. 

“So,” I began, as the waitress left. “How long have you been in New York, Faith?”

George brought a hand over my lap comfortingly, making me relax as I watched Bree intently.

“I’ve been here for about five years,” she answered. “I’ve wanted to move here for a long time, though; I wanted to go to NYU, but I couldn’t afford it.”

My eyes lit up.

“Bree and I went to NYU!” I exclaimed, nodding my head toward my roommate. “That’s how the two of us met.”

Faith looked at the blond next to her, as if waiting for her to confirm this.

“It’s true, we had a literature class together,” Bree confirmed, her voice small.

I didn’t have to look under the table to tell that she was rubbing her sweaty palms onto her jeans over and over again; this was one of her signature nervous habits.

“Sheesh, you guys must be swimming in debt,” she speculated, her thin, auburn eyebrows raising. 

“Tell me about it,” Bree groaned.

It was true. Going to school out of state, not to mention NYU, came at a cost. And coming from a small town, I had to work full time as soon as I’d graduated. I predicted I’d be paying off my debt for another ten to twenty years, give or take. And, quite frankly, I wasn’t sure if it really was worth it. But, NYU gave me my friend for life, so I couldn’t complain. 

The waitress came back with our food, and Bree’s drink. As we began eating, Bree and Faith began to converse quietly amongst themselves, leaving George and I to do the same.

“You think it’s going well?” I whispered, as I shoveled food into my mouth. 

George shrugged, glancing across at them.

“Looks like it’s going alright.”

We began talking quietly about things that’d happened at work, before the girls included us in conversation again.

“Actually, Y/n is writing an incredible article right now,” Faith spoke up, gesturing to me with admiration. 

My eyes went wide and my body froze.

No, no, no, this can’t be happening.

Bree’s eyebrows furrowed, as well as George’s.

“You haven’t told me about it, Y/n, what are you writing?” she asked, her words slightly muffled from the pasta in her mouth.

My cheeks began to flush and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as panic settled in.

“It’s an experiment, I’m sure George knows all about it,” Faith smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

I wasn’t sure what to do nor what to say. 

George shifted next to me, concern taking over his facial features.

“No, I actually have no idea what it is,” he admitted, looking at me with raised eyebrows. 

I gulped, looking at Faith with wide eyes as she began to realize what she’d just done.

“Oh, um–” she stuttered, looking at me apologetically as her cheeks began to flush in embarrassment. 

“Why don’t we handle the bill?” Bree interrupted, clearing her throat. “You two should probably head home, anyway, and I could use another drink.”

Giving Bree a look of gratitude, George and I exchanged quiet goodbyes before exiting the restaurant.

My mind began to run through multiple arguments I could make, but nothing was right; I knew I was in the wrong this time, and I wasn’t sure what I could do to make up for it. We stood in silence, walking along the sidewalk in search for a cab.

“So, are you going to tell me what she was talking about, or am I just going to have to wait ‘till the magazine’s out to read about it?” he snapped, crossing his arms.

I gulped, pausing in my steps on the sidewalk.

“I–” I stuttered, pausing as I searched for the right words. “The, uhm, the lingerie,” I began with a defeated, guilty sigh. “I wore it to see if wearing lingerie could improve your sex life; it’s for an article, the experiment she was talking about.”

His eyes widened and his brows furrowed, displaying frustration and confusion.

“Was that– Are you implying that our sex life needed to be improved?” he interrogated.

I chewed my lip nervously, nodding to answer his question.

He scoffed. “And you told all of the journalists and editors this?” 

I wasn't sure what to say.

“I–”

“Do you know how embarrassing that is, Y/n?” he threw his hands up. “That’s our workplace! Telling our coworkers, my coworkers, about our sex life?!”

“That’s not what I meant–”

“And not even asking if I was okay with it first? Or communicating with me how you felt?”

I wasn't sure what to say or what to do, because nothing I could say or do could fix the situation. I’d fucked up completely.

As a cab pulled up beside us, I hung my head.

“You can get in that one, I’ll just wait for the next one,” I offered quietly.

He shook his head.

“We’re taking it together, so I can make sure you get home safely,” he stated.

Stunned, I nodded and got into the small cab, telling the man my address as George piled in next to me, his gaze to the window with his arms crossed.

The ride was uncomfortably silent as I awkwardly responded to the driver’s small talk. Once he arrived at my building, I took one final look at George’s appearance, still turned away from me, before thanking the driver and walking inside, trudging up the stairs.

I wasn't sure how I could fix this or if George would ever forgive me, and I felt guilty about even continuing to write the article. But I had nothing else to write, and the article was due soon. 

I’d reached my biggest fear, the fear I’d gained the moment I laid my eyes on his bright, kind smile and his perfect sandy locks.

I had to choose between my dream job and George.

[darkpoisonouslove]

“Breathing in Your Presence Is the Only Gift of Life I Need”

Summary: Sirens may not have celebrate their birthdays but Faragonda gave her freedom and made her life something she can love again. It is even better now that she has her fairy to love. So she hunted down the perfect present to tell Faragonda all of that. It wasn't easy when there are so many challenges for a siren in a world that isn't hers but for Faragonda there's no obstacle she won't live through. Fairy x siren. Interspecies romance and the end is a bit of a stretch on being sfw.

This is an AU of my Siren AU ("Love Can Be a Trap That Sets You Free") in which Faragonda beat Valtor to the cave and saved the siren aka Griffin but since Valtor is the one who gave her the name she is just "the siren" in this fic. She doesn't have a name. I apologize if that makes it unclear at places who is doing what. I tried my best to keep it clear who is doing what while also not making you despise the words "the siren" from the bottom of your heart for reading them so many times. The rest of what happened is explained or hinted at in the fic but if it's unclear, you can see here.

“When is your birthday?” Faragonda asked without a beat of hesitation. It was a natural continuation of the conversation since she’d just told her all about her own birthday and the most memorable celebrations of it. It was to be expected that she’d want to know about hers, yet it was still like an anchor hitting you in the back.

It had happened to her once, so long ago that it felt like a fading dream when she could hardly remember the harshness of the metal against her skin. Sirens didn’t dream, though–otherwise she would see Faragonda’s face even when she was asleep and the impossibility of that was yet another reminder of the hardships of their interspecies romance–and she had the returning feeling of a heavy blow forcing her down to tell it had been real.

“I don’t know,” she said, trying to keep the rising waves inside her at bay. She didn’t need to splash water all over the bedroom–it wouldn’t be a problem when the fairy had magic to help take care of the mess but it was a simple courtesy after she’d opened her home to her and adapted it so that they could be together inside–as she got restless like the ocean in her soul when it was upset.

After Faragonda had freed her–both from the spell she’d been under and the cave she’d been trapped in–she could remember her life before she’d been a prisoner. She could remember the currents of the sea all around her trying to push her back but being defeated by the strength of her tail and the humans she’d traded knowledge with, telling them about the depths of the ocean they could never get to so that they’d tell her about the land out of her reach. She could sing like before when her voice hadn’t been chained to the bottom of the cave. She could even feel the warmth of the surface water heated by the sunlight and the caresses of the tangle of seaweeds she’d been born amidst from the stardust of the Water Stars. But she couldn’t tell on what date she’d been created. Not even the year.

“Birthdays aren’t something a siren cares about,” she said, almost sensing the flow of resignation from Faragonda. Or maybe it was her own bitterness at the differences between them trying to pull them apart and drown their relationship that was roaring inside her so loudly that she couldn’t hear anything else and had to push her emotions on the fairy. “I would say my birthday is the day I met you, though,” she said. Birthdays were meant to celebrate life and that was the one true value for a siren. “The day you freed me.”

She smiled at the memory, glad she could never doubt it had been a dream. Life in captivity was no life for the free spirit she’d been created to be but Faragonda had been there to give her the freedom she’d craved even when she hadn’t remembered she’d ever had it.

“Are you sure?” Faragonda asked as she reached out, waiting for the siren to give her her hand before closing her fingers around it. She never touched without permission even if it was clear she wanted to. It was a whole another kind of freedom when it was granted by another’s respect, yet it was the most secure thing the siren had had in her obscenely long life. “Wouldn’t that dismiss the rest of your identity?” Faragonda asked, her fingers never twitching when her concern was not for herself and any potential missteps on the delicate surface she was treading. She always put her first–even when they hadn’t been in love with each other–and it had earned her trust regardless of how hard that was to do when the mere idea of it defied the principles of her existence.

“I don’t think I could dismiss any of it if I tried.”

She felt the centuries of imprisonment etched into her being the way her memories of the free life before that had been locked out of her head and the flow of experiences that was so strong now that she remembered them that she felt like it would carry her away sometimes. Yet, it was the sensation of Faragonda’s fingers on her skin that flooded her mind with emotions she wished to keep forever. They were always easy to reach and dive into when they were the most familiar and comforting dwelling she’d ever had. They were home.

“I would love to celebrate the rebirth you gifted me with with your kindness, friendship and love,” she said, glad she could speak from the heart and even hear it over the violent pull of the ocean in her veins.

Faragonda smiled at her and she would have returned it if she hadn’t focused her attention on catching the tear that rolled down Faragonda’s cheek. She couldn’t let it fall to the floor when she knew it held all the same feelings she had. It was part of Faragonda’s home with her and the fairy proved it as she covered her hand–and the tear still on her skin–with her own, holding her and their love close.

There was nothing natural in holding her breath, yet she was doing it all the same as she waited for a reaction.

They’d finally moved on from the celebratory meal she’d been unable to help with in any way and she’d gathered the courage to bring out her present after they’d put away the cake. She’d had to trade quite a few golden coins she’d gotten from a sunken ship to pay for the making of her gift and use camouflage some sea creatures had helped her with to make sure she could pass for a mermaid in case there was anyone looking for an escaped siren. She’d even had to shed all the flowers on her tail when those were a dead giveaway and find a way to explain that to Faragonda without spoiling the surprise.

Her fairy knew her well and had nearly panicked over the possibility of someone being after her. She’d only managed to calm her with some tea and the grave statement that she never would have come back to the house if there was someone on her tail. She wouldn’t put Faragonda at risk of ending up trapped herself just because she’d had the heart to free her and love her.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her reactive emotions all over the place and clouding her judgment to the point where she couldn’t tell what she herself was feeling. Or that could be the fact that she was under the flow of restlessness she’d never known before and had only seen in humans. It was anxiousness, trepidation even, that made her heart race like it hadn’t done even when she’d been chased by beings more powerful than her as the ocean had no fear. Not even of the sun that could evaporate it like it was nothing more than a measly lake.

Faragonda had given her the best gift she could have hoped for when she loved her with all her differences and the issues those posed on their relationship. She was her home now and not the ocean so there was powerful aversion rising in her to the thought that her gift may not have expressed all of that to Faragonda and told her that the siren was ready and willing to be her home as well. She’d thought she’d found the perfect way to say all of that and she couldn’t help the budding sense of alarm screaming at her that she’d been wrong.

“I love it,” Faragonda said as she finally looked up from the locket in her hands, her fascination befalling the siren now that she’d managed to make her tear herself away from the gift.

It was made of a shell they’d found together on the beach of their island. The edges were plated with silver to make sure it closed fully to keep the treasures inside it safe. Currently, it held a lock of the siren’s hair and a small purple flower that she’d grown on her tail.

“I love you,” Faragonda said and leaned in to kiss her before she could say anything else.

She melted at the words and let herself sink into the kiss, her hands trailing Faragonda’s form to let her feelings wash over the fairy, when it was the best way to let Faragonda feel her love. It was a language native to both of them that she was only happy to speak with Faragonda when the kiss was pure as it was a home to their love and no malicious intent from either side. It was their own bubble in the fabric of the universe where their love could flow freely like their entangled lives did.

It was a shame they had to burst its magic for something as basic as oxygen. Especially when she could get them an uninterrupted amount of that underwater.

“I can grow you another one when that withers away,” she whispered, all out of breath like she’d only ever been with Faragonda. She didn’t even look to the flower she was talking about when Faragonda’s eyes were the focus of her words. They could be the color of a stormy sea but whatever she’d put in them was kept safe. She could still see all the love she’d given the fairy staring right back at her along with her reflection. “All my life,” and that meant her creations as well, “is yours, too.” It was when her flowers bloomed eagerly, looking for Faragonda’s touch like her eyes were always searching for the fairy’s smile.

“I prefer seeing them grow on you,” Faragonda said, only looking down to find a blossom to stroke, her eyes back on her siren when her fingers knew where the outlines of the flower lay so that they could keep it safe as they traced their gentleness over it. “I will never let go of this, though,” she said, the affectionate smile that the siren had waited for making her lips so alluring. It was like Faragonda was a siren herself but her powers came from the flow of love between the two of them. “However,” her magic enveloped the locket and had it floating towards her nightstand, “I will have to put it away for safe keeping. Just for a little while as we proceed with my plan for tonight.” Her fingers strayed from the flower she was caressing and moved over the scales around it before they made their way to the skin above, leaving no doubt about her intentions.

“I was having a plan of my own for tonight,” the siren purred, the sound more pleased rather than seductive, making it clear that she wouldn’t manage to sway Faragonda when she was the one falling under the fairy’s spell. “I wanted to make you feel good,” she said, “make your birthday special.” It was less of a confession when Faragonda already knew that even though she couldn’t see into her heart to read her desires but she wanted to share anyway. Especially if that was the only thing she’d be allowed to do on the matter for tonight.

“Then do as the birthday fairy wishes,” Faragonda said with that mischievous glint in her eyes that would have surely made the siren weak in the knees had she had the right anatomy for that to be possible when it spoke so clearly to the wilder side of her. “I always feel good when you’re with me,” she said more seriously yet so softly it was a miracle she didn’t have a puddle of a siren in the pool that served as a bed and allowed them to be together inside along with the system of waterslides connecting all the rooms with the ocean outside.

The fairy was irresistible when she got all tender and romantic and she had to know it. She had to know the effect she had on her siren as she leaned in to kiss her nose before she pecked her lips.

“I am so weak for you,” the siren murmured when Faragonda hadn’t even deepened the kiss, yet it still had such profound effect, spreading inside her heart to take up all of it and leave none of her love to the ocean when it was all focused on the fairy.

“You are so beautiful,” she said, the sound reassuring even if there’d been no self-deprecation in the siren’s statement. It had been just a love confession falling from her lips easier than her breath did.

Her voice was falling, too, dripping from her mouth in a low moan that her vocal cords were making at the pull of Faragonda’s fingers on her hair.

It drew the fairy to her throat and her soft lips were caressing the column of it in a second as if looking to kiss the sound that was all for her. Faragonda’s mouth lingered on the sensitive skin even when there was no more appreciation bubbling underneath after she’d released the strands of purple she loved to play with. She seemed to need her hands to cup the siren’s breast and the back of her neck but what drew out a gasp was the kiss she laid on her gills.

“Breathe, my love,” Faragonda whispered, feeling the stillness of her chest as her breast remained pushed fully into the fairy’s hand.

She gladly obeyed, quickly drawing in air when it felt like she was inhaling Faragonda’s love and there was no threat of the caresses stopping. She had all of the fairy’s kisses and compliments, all of her life even when it was so different from her own. And they would keep celebrating birthdays together no matter how many hardships they had to go through to stay entangled in one another.

[bugaboowritings]

Manon And Her Babysitter (A Masc!Marinette Fic)

Manon being a Mood for 2393 words straight.

I have like 30 wip’s (not all Masc! Mari fics, I’m working on a new au and maybe even in a zine-fingers crossed) and school is starting for me so heads up if I don’t post much. Or post less than I did before. Writing is a stress reliever for me so you may notice a pattern when I post. 

This Masc! Mari (aka Marin Dupain Cheng) AU based off the lovely @daloochsdoodles and their art. Please check them out. 

Marin didn’t think that a girl with eyes the size of dinner plates would take such a liking to him. Asking him about his day or take her to parks when she visited.

Manon didn’t think that a headstrong teen would have so much patience with her. Even at her worst and crankiest moments in the day.  ——

Alya once told Marin that he intimated her when she first entered the school gates on her first day. His height and dark clothes just added to the anxiousness of the new school, new town, new people growing in her stomach. Alya felt smaller than the head on the tiniest pin needle or a mouse in a garden of starving foxes. Of course, Alya would never let anyone push her around but ideas like that just bubbled over in her mind. Yet the growing worry disappeared the moment Marin looked at her -and flashed a sunny smile.

However, to be fair, Alya later confessed that Marin could never be scary even if he tried. His warm aura, his soft pastel Jagged Stone sweatshirt, with his charming features was the total package of a fluffy boyfriend that anybody, whether their sexuality, would want to wrap their arms around. He’s a soft man. Even with his tall and strong build.

So at this instant, in his family’s living room, he didn’t know if his face looked like the soft friend Alya knew and loved or the intimating teenager that could cut diamond with a stare. His question was answered when the girl that hid behind her mother’s legs gave him a toothy smile. As toothy as she could make it with two of her front teeth missing.

Marin gave a gentle smile back, waving to her before he went back to his tablet. Annotating an article about the American Revolution for history class. Saving the key details in his head to use in the upcoming class debate while relating it back to the French Revolution. Clicking the screen with his stylus some more before his mom called him over.

“Honey, I want you to meet my friend, Nadja.” Sabine introduced, motioning him to show his good manners. Marin reluctantly slips out of his comfy position on the couch. Shaking Nadja’s hand while his mother continued.

“She used to come to the house all the time when you were little! It’s been years since I could remember you guys standing in the same room.”

“Your mother talks a lot about you-”

“Marin, but some people call me Mari.”

“AND I’M MANON CHAMACK!” The little girl yelled excitedly. Sniggering to herself when she got Marin’s attention. Proudly standing in front of her mother while her body rocked back and forth on the balls of her heels. Marin couldn’t help but share her infectious smile. Reminiscing when he was around Manon’s age. How he would try to get noticed by the older kids at school or in family reunions. Making himself seem like the coolest kid ever or just hovering over big kids before they bothered to include him in their games.

Nadja and Sabine smiled at each other, fighting the urge to laugh at Manon’s sudden introduction. Sabine quickly invited them in and out of the doorway. Nadja instinctively followed Sabine when her eyes lingered on her daughter. Praying that she wouldn’t cause too much of a ruckus for Marin.

Marin squatted down to meet Manon’s height.

“So what brings you here, Manon? Have any plans for the day?” He asked. Letting this kid be a healthy distraction from his report.

Manon swang her body side to side, taking in a breath before rambling. “Mom says that she plans to take me to the park if I’m SUPER good when she’s here with your mommy! Maybe even get a cookie from the bakery too!” Skipping her way in and passing Marin. Jumping a little higher as the thought of having a baked good made Manon’s mouth water.

“MAYBE I should even get a brownie! With sprinkles! Or maybe just a WHOLE cake with blue frosting!” Giggling to herself some more before her loud voice went over the list of treats she likes.

“Aren’t you rambunctious,” Marin sighed. Following Manon into the house (while she asked what rambunctious meant) before shutting the front door closed.

—-

“I have a friend with your name. At least it sounds like it.” Manon explained between her bites on her brownie. Still warm from his mother’s kitchen with hints of pinks and blues from the sprinkles Manon added. Crunching them under her tongue. Unintentionally making her mouth a light shade of purple.

“Yeah,” Marin answered. Holding Manon’s hand as he held the other with the animal balloon that he bought (*cough* with no influence from the baby doll eyes *cough*). “What’s their name?” He asked. Looking back and forth for any cars as they crossed the street.

“Maribelle. She’s pretty cool and foreign. Gave me half of her cookie so we’re friends now.” Manon nonchalantly said. Unaware that her friendship was bought, but from the looks of it, she didn’t mind too much about it. “Now that I think about it, Mari sounds like a girl name. Right?” The little girl said innocently.

“Yeah, it was in a way,” Marin replied easily, checking for incoming traffic until they reached the sidewalk. “But things change.” Giving Manon a smile which she returned after wiping the chocolate off the edges of her lips.

“You wanna go on the swings?”

“Last one there is a rotten egg!” Manon snickered. Running as fast as her legs could take her to the empty swing set. Leaving Marin in her dust.

——–

“PLEASSSEEE MARI!” Manon cried. Collapsing onto the ground and kicking her feet in the air. All as Marin stood firm on his promise with Nadja.

Don’t let her eat sweets after 7 pm.

“No.”

Earning him another anger huff from the little girl.

Nadja was off handling another story that needed to be scripted and filmed on the same day. Extremely unrealistic for someone to do, but Nadja was up for the challenge if it meant that she could have a full week off with her daughter. The exhausted, workaholic mother promised Marin that she would be back before 11 pm. However, he pushed back his tutoring session from tomorrow morning to tomorrow in the afternoon just in case she came in later than that.

Till Nadja arrived, Marin was ready to handle a cranky six-year-old for the next three+ hours.

Manon, now a cranky and sleepy six-year-old, stopped tossing and turning on the ground. Stretching out her arms and legs like a starfish in defeat. Closing her eyes and slowly opening them again.

“Tired?” Marin asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Manon nodded, lifting herself off the ground. “Can I have Unicorn Puffs for a snack now?”

“I’ll make you a fruit bowl with fresh strawberries and melon.” Marin reasoned. Recalling that Unicorn Puff Cereal was also a “no” in Nadja’s list.

“I can put that one chocolate drizzle you like on them though.” He sighed, lowering himself to Manon’s level.

The little girl shot up from the floor, her twin-tails bouncing with her quick nod. Gaining back her energy and beaming her toothy smile. Now complete thanks to her new front teeth.

“Deal.”

——–

“Look, Marin! It’s that one person from your magazines!” Manon wooed. Amazed that the model’s hair was as shiny in real life like it was in the glossy pages of Vogue. Wanting to feel it as she stepped towards them before getting pulled back.

“Oh my gosh, Manon! Look the merry-go-around is empty. You should totally go there!” Marin hissed, ignoring his friend/unicorn’s laughs. Pushing Manon towards the carousel. Away from the shiny person taking pictures from the fountain.

////

Manon choked on the sobs that threaten to come up her mouth. Her face felt hot like the time she threw up all the sugary goods that turned bitter in her stomach. However, this type of sick didn’t make Manon’s belly flip in pain, but her tiny heart beat faster and her palms lost their grip on Alya’s hand. She wanted her mommy to smoothen her nerves or Marin to pull her in one for his hugs. Wishing she could smell the fabric softer his mother buys on his sweater or hear her mom tell her that it would be okay in the end.

-But no matter how much Alya distracted her, Manon could only watch the ice around her grow thicker and thicker. Looking towards the outside was harder as the ice grew mistier. The firefighters outside tried to explain how they would get them out as if to calm them down but Manon couldn’t hear them and the ice made them look all distorted and ‘wriggly’.

“Lady Beetle and Chat Noir will save us. Right?”

Manon remembering back to the dolls Marin sewed of the heroes. How they sat on his shelves with a smile. Wondering if they would look that friendly when they pull people out of danger. Or if they really win every time when an Akuma comes and hurts Paris.

“Of course! They’re superheroes."Alya smiled. Pulling her face towards her. Grinning like everything was okay, even when it felt like it wasn’t. Rubbing circles on her back to keep her warm.

"They always save the day. We just have to trust them.”

////

Lady Beetle jumped from building to building before landing on the ice dome that shielded the merry-go-round from the summer heat. Showing no usual signs of melting.  Making him less surprised when he felt the toughness and chill of the temperature drop from the ice through his suit.

Lady Beetle doubted it would make a dent, but he still whipped his yo-yo around the ice capsule. In an attempt to crack it or even split the whole thing. The yo-yo didn’t do much like the firefighter’s axes. Huffing in frustration before seeing a little girl clapped her hands against the ice.

“Manon-”

“LADY BEETLE!” She cried out. Getting the woman behind her to do the same.

“Alya,” Lady Beetle whispered. Rushing over to them.

“LADY BEETLE!” Manon yelled again, softer than the last as LB got her level. He resisted the urge to tell Manon everything. That he’s sorry for leaving her for even a moment when he promised her to protect her. Sorry about ignoring her the whole day and pushing her aside for one of his complex plans on getting a date. Sorry for not stopping Stormy Weather from trapping them in a chilly container. Even apologizing that he didn’t buy the ice cream she wanted.

However, then would blow his identity.

Lady Beetle rolled his words in his mouth, having to settle for the “You will be okay, I’ll get you out” line. Swallowing his uncertainty as he heard Stormy Weather crackled her umbrella to form a hurricane in Chat Noir’s direction. Who tried their best to push Stormy away from the citizens.

Lady Beetle looped his yo-yo in his fingers. Ready to throw it before Manon called out to him.

“I trust you.”  

—

Marin hurried before the reporters could mog him for an interview or bumble questions about the Akuma attack today.  Chat Noir left before their miraculous give out and Marin just needs to see if Manon and Alya were okay. The Miraculous cure would have healed them if anything happened yet that didn’t make Marin feel any better though when he reached the park and they weren’t there.

“MANON! ALYA!”

He called, running around for a bit. Knocking into someone, promptly saying sorry before spinning his head around to find his friends. His lungs drew sharps breaths the more he ran. Stopping when he heard a small shout calling his name.

“MARI!”

“Manon! Alya!”

Rushing into Manon’s hug. Glad to see her again and even better to feel that being trapped in a chilly ice dome for an hour didn’t give her a fever.   Manon’s little hands pulled on Marin’s face, making him face her big, goofy grin. Alya behind her having the same one plastered on her face, only to punch Marin’s arm and scold him for scaring them shitless when he disappeared when the Akuma nearly froze all of Paris.

“YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHO WE SAW TODAY!”

“Wh-”

“LADY BEETLE!” Manon screamed. Almost making Marin drop her from the shock of her roar. From there Manon continued to gush about the red hero. How they tried to get them out and then promised to beat the Akuma to save them.  How high they could jump, making it seem that they could fly over buildings. How Chat Noir and Lady Beetle worked together to save the day. Plus how cool Chat Noir looked when saying “Cataclysm”.  How the magic ladybugs fixed everything for good and how-

“I’m just glad you’re okay, Manon.” Marin sighed. Chuckling as Manon tried to mimicking Lady Beetle calling on their Lucky Charm.  Alya stole Marin’s attention while she happily flipped through the photos of the Akuma to post on the Ladyblog. Mentioning how some filters were needed to make the picture clearer. Even catching a video of the magical ladybug effortlessly fixing buildings and basically 'curing’ all the victims that got swept up in Stormy Weather’s scheme.

Marin was just relieved that everyone was fine and well as people gawked at the aftermath of Lady Beetle’s damage-control or how the girl with the once cursed umbrella now happily smiles on TV announcing that the weather channel will now have two hosts.

——— All as a certain black cat sprang down to an alley. Dropping the magical transformation and swiftly returning to their life. Slipping their way back into the park where a restless and provocative photographer sat and a large gorilla- uh, I mean bodyguard searched for him. Leaving the small piece of freedom they have behind to return to their civilian life. Not before knocking into someone that looked too familiar to just be a stranger.

[let-me-in-pretty-please]

zayn imagine (part one)

“You look gorgeous,” Niall says as I step out of my room in the skin-tight sequin dress I bought earlier in the week. I sigh as I run my hands over my hips.

“You think so?” I ask him nervously. I absentmindedly bite at my bottom lip. Tonight is the night Harry is holding his party celebrating the release of his new album since the band split up. He invited all the old members: Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn, AKA my ex-boyfriend. 

Zayn broke up with me a year after he left the band. He said that he just needed his space to truly find himself so that he could focus on where he wanted to go with his career, and leading me on for the ride would have just hurt me. Him focusing on his career would leave no time for me, and I understood where he was coming from, but that didn’t stop it from hurting like hell. Zayn was my first real boyfriend, my first true love, and without him, I feel lost.

Niall has been truly one of my biggest supporters when it came to the breakup between Zayn and I. He personally feels like Zayn and I were meant to be, and that he made a mistake when it came to leaving me. Since then, he’s been my best friend. And he out of all people knows how big this night is going to be not only for Harry but for me as well. It will be the first time I see Zayn ever since he broke up with me, and that is huge for me. I might have accepted the fact that Zayn was no longer in my life, but I never got over him.

“Trust me, (Y/N), you are absolutely stunning. When Zayn sees you tonight, he’ll realize what he’s been missing this past year,” Niall assures me as he stands up. I smile, as I’m a little relieved. 

“You look good, too, Niall,” I say back. He’s wearing a nicely fitted suit with a solid blue tie. I think about how there’s probably going to be people dressed in their best, but I know for a fact that Harry will probably just be in some nice pants and a half buttoned-up blouse. I can only imagine what Zayn will be wearing. But with this dress and these heels, I expect him to do nothing less than drop dead at my splendor.

“Thanks, love,” he says while smiling. “So, are you ready to go?” 

I grab my clutch and phone from off of the couch. “Yeah, let’s go.”

We ride in separate cars. Niall wanted me to ride with him. ‘The only way you’re getting home tonight is if it’s with me or Zayn,’ he said earlier in the night, but I just wanted to be cautious just in case things didn’t go my way. I follow Niall’s car, thinking about how things might turn out tonight. My goal is to try to convince Zayn he made a mistake leaving me, that I was the best thing to happen to him. But if that doesn’t happen, then I at least I want to finally receive closure. I feel like when he left me, it left a void in my heart that I wasn’t able to mend, so maybe tonight I’ll finally be able to fill it one way or the other. 

When we get to the party, it is everything I’d imagine it would be coming from Harry. The venue is elegant, the people are pleasant, and everything else mixes in perfectly. Niall and I stroll through the crowd together side by side until Harry spots us. He stops his conversation with his friends to speak with us. 

“Niall, (Y/N), I’m so glad you two could make it. You both look great,” Harry says, He slaps hands with Niall and then pulls me in for a tight hug. “I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve seen you last, (Y/N). I’ve missed you,” he tells me.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. I’ve missed you, too, Harry. Congratulations on your new album. I know you’ve worked hard on it.”

“Thank you so much, love. I hope you like it. The music playing throughout the night is actually the music from the album.”

I nod my head as I smile. I’m very proud and happy for Harry, but the only thing I can seem to think about is Zayn. I have the greatest urge to ask him if he’s here, but I don’t out of respect for Harry and his work. But it seems like he’s able to notice, anyway.

“Zayn’s here, you know. I hope that’s okay with you,” Harry says to me. I laugh from anxiousness.

“Nah, that’s cool. Besides, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” I say back.

“Plus, maybe when he sees her in this ensemble, he’ll fall head over heels for her again,” Niall chimes in. 

“I don’t see why he wouldn’t! That dress is amazing on you,” Harry says. The hype makes me feel better.

“Thank you both,” I say, my cheeks probably visibly crimson. 

Niall and Harry are spotted by some of their other old friends who pull them in for conversation, leaving me to myself. I walk around the party, saying hello to people from the former One Direction circle I got the chance to meet in the past. I engage in one conversation to the next, awkwardness in each one. I keep being met with the pitiful ‘Hi, (Y/N).’ You know, the one where they drag your name out, and they say it like that out of sympathy for whatever situation you’re going through. The people here who I know are also people Zayn know, people who rooted for our relationship, and people who feel weird about our breakup. Some of them are sure to stay clear of the mention of Zayn’s name, asking how I’ve been and what I’ve been up to since we’ve last met. Others seem to try to get their fill with questions like, ‘Don’t you feel weird with Zayn being here, too?’ or, ‘Have you found anyone else?’ It’s all utterly exhausting.

I eventually ditch the friendly chit chat and find the bar. I seat myself on one of the stools. I order myself a glass of champagne. I sip on it idly. I sit there for minutes on end, looking around until I stop and just stare. It’s him. It’s Zayn. But the feeling I get from seeing him for the first time in a year isn’t what I expected it to be, because he’s with another woman.

He doesn’t see me. Him and her are leaned against a wall together talking, She’s rubbing her hands over his chest, her breasts pressed against him. He looks down at her with his lips tucked into his mouth. Seeing him with her hurt more than I ever imagined seeing him in person with another woman would. I turn away and look down at the bar. 

Of course, he would have brought a date to something like this. Of course, he would have moved on from me by now. I haven’t spoken to him since our split, but Niall would tell me when he got with another girl. There had only been two since me, but neither one lasted long. I thought that maybe since the relationships were so short, he never moved on from me and still had feelings. But seeing him like this...I feel so stupid. This attempt to get him back that I let Niall talk me into is futile. Zayn and I are done. I just have to accept it. And it only makes it worse that I am alone. Albeit his ability to even date again, I haven’t been able to do the same.

I sip on my champagne a little more, not sure what to do. For Harry’s sake, I might stay for another half an hour. But I can’t stay the entire night. 

All of a sudden, I feel the presence of another person close behind me. I turned around to see a man dressed in a suit. I don’t recognize him. “Hello,” he says to me. 

“Hi,” I say back. 

“I don’t mean to bother you, but I saw you from across the room, and I just had to tell you that you look stunning,” he says. By the way he’s blatantly hitting on me, I can tell he either doesn’t know me or just doesn’t care. I grin.

“Thank you very much,” I tell him, not really up for much conversation, especially with a stranger. 

“What’s someone like you doing at a party like this all by yourself?” he asks me.

“I’m not alone. I’m with my boyfriend,” I lie to him. 

“Who is he? Maybe I know him.”

I stare at him, at a loss for words. He looks back, waiting for an answer that I’m not sure I’m able to give him. “Hey, babe, I didn’t mean to be so long,” someone says from to the left of me. I turn to see that it was Zayn.

I look at him in surprise, but I’m sure to smile to not throw off the other guy. Zayn stands beside me and places his hand on the crook of my back. My breath hitches as I feel the hairs on my neck stand. The guy knows exactly who Zayn is, and he takes a few steps back knowing that he can’t compete with him. Zayn looks the guy square in the eyes, their gaze set with each other. 

“I was just telling your girlfriend how nice she looks tonight,” the guy says to him.

“Yeah, she does, but I’m sure she knows that just as well as you do,” he says back. The guy purses his lips together and nods. He bids us both a good night before he leaves. 

Zayn steps in front of me, and it’s the first time in such a long time I’m seeing him up close and personal. He’s changed; I didn’t expect anything less of that. He’s wearing a loose, black v-neck with matching black jeans. Though his attire is casual, he dressed it up with an equally black blazer. His hair is longer, mixed with a few blonde highlights. He looks tougher, more ragged. That doesn’t negate the fact that he looks just as handsome as the day I met him. 

I try not to let him see that I’m so pleased to see him. “Thank you for that, Zayn, but you didn’t have to do it.”

“No problem, (Y/N). And I wanted to. You looked uncomfortable.” The way he says my name almost makes me shiver. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it has. You needed your space. You made sure I wasn’t able to invade it any longer.” I cross my legs and clear my throat, unable to look away from his eyes. I missed them for so long. And even though I miss him, I’m still bitter about him pushing me away. After he left, he made it a point for me not to be in his life anymore.

He looks down at the floor and rubs his neck like he always does when he’s put in an uncomfortable place. “How have you been?” he asks me, ignoring the last few sentences I said to him.

“I’ve been making it. Been doing good. You?”

“Same. Just working on---”

“Zayn!” The same woman he was with earlier comes towards us and wraps her arms around him. “What’s taking you so long? I was starting to miss you over there,” she says in his ear. He’s visibly embarrassed. 

“I just came over to talk to one of my old friends (Y/N),” he says as he gestures at me.

The way he calls me just an “old friend” makes my heart sink, but judging by the way the woman is looking at me, she must know that I’m anything but. My relationship with Zayn was never one that was secret. The media knew, and pictures of him and I would be everywhere.

“Oh, hello. It’s so nice to meet you. Zayn’s never mentioned you,” she says. A thorny silence filled the air between the three of us. I purse my lips and nod, Zayn looking more sheepish than ever. 

“That’s fine. I’m sure you have better things to talk about than old friends of Zayn’s,” I say back, trying to smile. He looks at me and rubs his neck. 

“Well, my boyfriend here has lots of stories.”  

I tuck my lips inside my mouth and nod once again. Zayn silently sighs to himself as I finish the rest of my champagne and stand to my feet.

“I’m glad to hear that,” I say. Another silence falls among us.

“So are you enjoying the night so far?” Zayn asks me, finally breaking the tension.

“Uh, yeah, everything is so nice. It’s really good to see everyone again. And Harry’s music? I love the vibe,” I answer him, trying to lighten to mood by smiling.

The girl presses her lips together into a smirk as she looks at me. “You’re so right, (Y/N). And you must have come with a fine date looking that.” She leans in towards me and says, “I think to come to these kinds of things alone are so pathetic.”

I laugh out of embarrassment. “I actually am here without a date.” She bites her bottom lip and furrows her eyebrows together, Zayn goes back to rubbing his neck, and I couldn’t feel more uncomfortable if I tried. “I mean, I came with Niall, but I wouldn’t exactly call him a date.”

“Well, why not? He’s a cutie. You two would complement each other well,” she says, her smile widening with each word. Zayn’s jaw tenses up. The discomfort between the three of us was beginning to be too much to bear. I needed to get out of this trainwreck of a conversation.

“Oh, no,” I laugh as I shake my head, my embarrassment growing by the second. “I could never. Niall is like a brother to me.”

“Hm, if you say,” she utters. Every moment of this chat, every word to leave her mouth was just an attack on me. It was so evident. 

 “Yeah. Well, it was nice seeing you both. I have to go. I’ll leave you two to yourselves,” I say as I get up to leave. 

“(Y/N), wait,” Zayn says, but I pay him no mind as I walk as fast as I can to the exit. The people around me all look like a blur. Tears swell up in my eyes, but I force myself to suppress them. The valet brings my car around to the front, and I drive myself back to my apartment. Once there, I undress, put on sleeping clothes, and take off my makeup. I call Niall and tell him that I was no longer there and that we would talk tomorrow about everything that happened. Right now I just want to be alone and forget about what happened for the time being.

I lay back in my bed and stare at the ceiling. The moment I saw Zayn tonight keeps flashing in my mind. The thought of it all makes me want to cry until I can’t produce tears anymore. Niall never mentioned Zayn had a new girlfriend, so I don’t know if he knew, or if they haven’t been together long, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. He’s moved on more than once. I just hate myself for not being able to give myself the same luxury. 

I take my pillow and bury my face in it. Why can’t I let him go? It’s been a year. Why is it that I’d rather be alone if I’m not with him? I miss him so much. I truly thought that tonight might be a new beginning for him and I. I have to accept that the void in my heart will never be filled. 

I hear knocks at my apartment door. It’s late at night, and the only person I can think of to come unannounced like this is Niall. I trod to my living room and opened my door.

“Niall, I thought I said---”

I come face to face with Zayn.

(this is part one of a two-part story. i apologize for the long hiatus. what better way to say sorry, though, than to come through with a story :D i hope you all enjoy!)

[imaginedisish]

We Don’t Deserve Love (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: MY FIRST SMUT EVER OMGGGGG!!!! GAAASSSSP! So this is based on a request someone made a short time ago. The title and parts of the imagine are based on an Arcade Fire song of the same name. Go check it out its a BOP!  I figured you all deserved some smut so I WROTE ITTTT!!! I hope it’s okay. Colin fluff and Stefan fluff will be released soon! And then Donnie Darko, and then Catcher in the Rye. (Unless a request REALLY speaks to me, then things may change) Okay... ENJOY!!! 

Summary: You and Stefan have your first real fight, but it ends rather well...if ya know what I mean...(aka MEGA smut AHEAD!)

Warnings: SMUUUUTTT! angst, LOTS OF LANGUAGE, au...

Word Count: 2,053 ;)

The sun sets peacefully over South London as you walk back to your flat. Oranges, purples, yellows and reds stretch across the sky, each color fighting for dominance, yet failing to do so. Instead, the colors smoothly blend together, coexisting despite their differences. Soft, thin, clouds dance in front of the vibrant colors, some trailing behind, taking on the appearance of the sky behind it, others continuing on, remaining white. 

It had been such a stressful day. People in your office bothered you constantly, critiquing your most recent work. You worked as an author for a company. You loved your job, it had been your dream ever since you were a child. Unfortunately, your co-workers loved to act as though they knew everything about literature. 

“I mean, this is a joke right? Come on, (Y/N), you’re practically plagiarizing Austen!” That was just one of the comments you received today. 

And it was a compliment compared to all the others. You try your best to shake off the events of the day as you approach the steps to your building. 

You rush up the stairs to your flat, wanting to get inside and forget about all your troubles. 

Maybe Stefan is making me dinner, you think to yourself, trying to see the bright side of your terrible day. 

You approach the door to your flat, and push down on the handle. The door opens, which means that Stefan must be home.

Sadly, there’s no delicious scent coming from the kitchen. The lights are off, and you see Stefan standing by the huge, open window opposite the door, staring down at the city below him.

“Stefan?” You whisper softly. You know that he gets like this sometimes, depressed, angry, filled with guilt, but something felt off. Something felt wrong this time. 

You walk over to him slowly, stepping through your living room. You avoid hitting into your maplewood coffee table, and successfully make it past the large, navy couch. You step closer to the window. 

Stefan’s reflection shows in the window. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, most likely from hours of crying. Worry fills your gut. 

“Stefan, are you-,” He cuts you off, whipping around to turn towards you. 

“We need to talk, (Y/N)” Stefan croaks. His brown, fluffy hair is a mess. His pale skin lacks the shine it usually holds. He’s disheveled, and looks sleep deprived. You look into his deep green eyes, searching for some sort of an answer, but there is none.

“I’d sure say so.” You wanted, no needed to know what was going on his mind at that moment. Stefan moves over to the navy love seat adjacent to the couch. He sits down, placing his head in his hands. 

“I-I, I don’t d-deserve you,” Stefan says, refusing to look up at you. 

“That’s impossib-,” 

“Let me finish!” Stefan shouts, cutting you off, staring angrily at you. You furrow your brows. Where the hell was this coming from? “You would be so much happier without me. I’m a burden to you.”

You shake your head. How could he actually believe that? You think to yourself. Stefan makes you happier than anyone else can.

“You’re not a burden, Stefan. And you never will be,” You say calmly, trying to keep your cool. “You make me so amazingly happy. Why are you thinking like this, what happened?”

Stefan pulls at his earlobe anxiously. You want nothing more than for Stefan to calm down. Yet, he doesn’t. He begins to shake his leg up and down, staring into the beige wall behind you, saying absolutely nothing.

“I love you, and I can guarantee to you that I will love you forever.” Your voice is reassuring and warm. You stare up at Stefan lovingly, and you two meet each other’s gaze for a second, until he quickly turns his head away from you, avoiding your eyes. 

“B-but I don’t deserve to be loved by you, (Y/N). I don’t deserve love at all,” Stefan states matter of factly, looking back out the window. You look out as well, noticing that the once vivid colors of the sunset faded into a grey mess. The once small, thin, white clouds grew large, dark and menacing. 

“This is ridiculous, what are you trying to say?” You shout this time, turning back to look at the brown haired boy, completely irritated with everything that he is saying. 

“You’re too good for me. Don’t you get it? Don’t you see it?” Stefan stands up now, his voice is wild with emotion. “I’m holding you back. You should be some best selling author already. Bloody hell, you should be married to some fucking rich bloke by now!” Stefan’s face is bright red from all of his screaming. Tears begin to fill your eyes. You try your hardest to fight them back. 

“Bullshit!” You yell at the top of your lungs. “If I wanted that, I’d have that. I want you, Stefan, open your eyes!” The tears free themselves from your eyes, and slide down your cheeks. 

A moment of silence falls upon the room. After a few seconds, Stefan quietly chimes in.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he says, sitting back down on the couch. 

“Well I fucking do.” God you’re mad. You can’t comprehend the idea of not loving Stefan, or not being with him. “Stefan, I want to-, no I need to be with you. You are all I need in my life. You deserve all the love in the world.” You pause, putting your head in your hands for a second, trying to collect your thoughts. 

“No, you deserve more than that,” you continue on, looking back towards Stefan. “I’m not leaving you, I refuse to leave you. Don’t ever think you aren’t enough for me! It’s bullshit, and so is this damn argument!” 

You storm out of the living room, tears streaming down your cheeks at free will. You make a line for your bedroom. 

Is this really it? You think to yourself, reaching your hand towards the door to your room. 

What if he…what if he breaks up with me?

Suddenly, a set of hands grab your waist, spinning you around. Stefan stares down at you.

“Fine, (Y/N)! You win!” Stefan shouts, holding you in place for a second, not allowing you to move. “I’m deathly afraid… t-t-to…” He trails off nervously. 

“To what?” You whisper firmly. You wanted to know why he was acting this way.

“T-t-to lose you.” Stefan’s voice is hoarse. His emerald eyes shine, even in your dark apartment. There’s something so spectacular in those eyes of his, yet also something so torn and damaged. 

Then, you quickly realize what all of this is about. Stefan had lost his mother, the one thing he loved more than anything else in this world. 

Now, he fears the same thing will happen with you, that he’ll lose the very thing he loves more than anything else in the world. The universe, even. 

Stefan steps closer to you, closing the gap that separated you from him. He rests his forehead down against yours. You bring a hand to his cheek. 

“You never will,” You say back to him. Stefan’s eyes light up with a jolt of intensity that you had never seen before. 

His lips come crashing down on yours. The kiss is languid and passionate. You feel every muscle in his once tense body relax. Slowly, his tongue swipes across your lips, asking for permission to enter. You let him in, enjoying the sensation of his tongue dancing with yours. 

Stefan’s hands drift up and down your body as he pushes you up against the wall behind you. He grabs at your waist, slowly making his way down to your bottom, squeezing softly. 

The tension of the past few minutes replaces itself with warmth and a longing that no one else could ever make you feel. 

You wanted Stefan.

No.

You needed him. 

You hum in desperation, and Stefan quickly picks up on this. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you while your back is pressed up against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you into the bedroom. 

Stefan places you on the end of the bed and crouches down. He unzips your jeans, and slowly peels them off of you, right leg, and then left. He pushes your panties to the side, but looks into your eyes for permission before going any further. 

“Please, Stefan,” You whimper. He smirks, knowing the hold he has on you. Stefan begins to toy with your clit, speeding up with each second that goes by. Then, to your dismay, he stops. 

“Wha-,” But before you can say anything, he slips a finger into your opening. “Oh my g-god.” 

“Y-you like that?” Stefan says, slipping in another finger. 

“Y-y-yes,” You whimper, writhing under his touch. Stefan picks up his pace, his fingers going in and out of your wet lips quicker and quicker. 

You grind against his touch, wanting more of him. Stefan brings his thumb to your clit, adding more and more pressure. You were going to come any minute now, as the combined stimulation was far too overwhelming to bare. 

And that face, that sexy smirk, You think to yourself, could send you over the edge by itself.

You feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach as his fingers reach deeper inside you. “I’m going to…”

“Let go, love,” Stefan coos. You do as he says, your walls fluttering around your fingers, coming undone. 

Stefan seemed incredibly soft and innocent, but it was moments like these that proved to be the exception to that rule. 

“S-stefan,” You whine, looking down at the bulge in his jeans, wishing that he’d just take you already. He stands up, undoes his belt, and then slips out of his pants. 

You stare at him, your core aching for his touch. Stefan walks towards you, pulling his boxers down. He takes his throbbing member into his hand, and lines it up with your opening.

He looks deep into your eyes, licking his lips. 

Stefan groans as he thrusts his cock deep inside you. 

“Stefan! Fuck!” Profanities are all you can muster as your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his length. Stefan waits a minute, and then looks at you again, as if to ask you if you were okay. You nod to him in response. 

Stefan begins rocks his hips with yours, pushing in and out of you. You feel so full, so good. 

“Y-you feel amazing,” Stefan says, taking a fistful of your hair in his hands. 

“Harder, please,” You cry out, begging for more. Stefan does as you request, and his thrusts become deeper, more intense. His hand reaches down towards your clit, rubbing slow circles there. It was overwhelming.

“I’m-I’m going to…” Stefan trails off, breathing heavily. 

“M-me too,” You mutter. God he made you feel so good. Your walls clench around his hard cock, and you feel yourself coming undone. 

“S-stefan!” You cry out, finally coming around his 

“F-fuck…” Stefan says, coming to the sound of you screaming his name. He absolutely loved how it sounded. He slows his hips, pulling out of you. 

You two fall on the bed. Stefan pulls you into his arms, your head resting on his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan says, playing with your hair. “I’m so sorry about before. I-I just lost it.”

“Stefan, you deserve so much love. You are more than enough for me, never forget that,” You say, gazing lovingly into his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” he pauses. “I’m just so in love with you. I-I-I…” Stefan struggles to finish his thought . 

“You don’t have to worry, I’m not going anywhere. You know why?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “Because I’m just so in love with you,” You say, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. 

You rest your head back on his chest, planting one final kiss on his collar bone. Stefan pulls the covers over the two of you, and you close your eyes, now feeling at peace.