#also in the middle of giffing i was hit with a realization I AM FINALLY ✨FINALLY✨ GONNA SEE THEM LIVE IN 2 FUCKING WEEKS

[kingleedo]

Leedo || Baila Conmigo [231019]

[silverraes]

10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car

big thank you to @buddhamethods for starting this. I thought it sounded like a fun idea and just had to participate because I have Opinions™ :)

I am hitting some of these characters with only the best intentions and some of them out of pure spite

1) Shin (Bake Me Please)

if you've seen me post about this show or if you've seen it yourself, you know exactly why this guy is on here and also why he's the main reason why I just had to join in on this trend

square up, Shin, I'm hitting you with my car for all that bs and also to help with your character development a little <3

(I didn't find a fitting gif so have a pic as a great summary for why he's on here instead)

2) Way (Pit Babe)

listen I love him. after all if evil why pretty? but he's also a b*tch and he deserves to get hit by a car a little. as a treat. he's my pathetic little meow meow and I love to see him suffer (affectionate) <3

I'm also doing this as a public service so that Babe and Charlie can stay in their weird mama & papa boyfriends era without Way pulling his mind fuckery tricks on Babe

3) Kim (Kinnporsche)

hitting him with my car very lovingly simply bc he made Chay sad and we can't have that. maybe a little car accident can get him to actually admit that he's head over heels in love.

(and also because this man is way too pretty and I need to confirm that he's actually human)

4) Top (Only Friends)

listen. I believe that all of the Only Friends characters deserve to get hit by a car a little. all of them. but this man dared to say that he was serious and then went ahead and slept with someone else so. there's that.

5) Xue Yang (The Untamed/MDZS)

the most evil fucker for absolutely no reason. completely irredeemable. has the world's worst reason for being evil. I love him so much.

this guy is so fucked up that he managed to spend 3 years being all domestic with his nemesis only to realize that he actually developed feelings for him after he had already caused his death

there is absolutely no way to fix him but I'm still hitting him with my car for the amount of emotional damage he caused me with those god damn pieces of candy

6) Akk (The Eclipse)

I love him to bits and that is exactly why I'm knocking him tf out. very lovingly and rather softly but enough to give him some time off. because he deserves a break from all of the absolutely godawful authority figures in his life and what they're putting him through

7) August (Last Twilight)

this fucking b*tch.

I don't think I need to explain why I'm coming at him full speed. this is an act of public service, your honor, I'm doing nothing wrong.

8) Phee (Dead Friend Forever)

okay I know we've only had him for one single episode but this man is already stressing me out with the way he just threw away his cigarette bud in the middle of a god damn forest. sir what are you doing.

I'm only preserving the environment by hitting him with my car and getting him out of that forest, really

(also I can't pinpoint why but this guy is sus af and I don't trust him)

(the scene of crime, your honor)

9) Sprite & Zee's mom (Twins)

after @buddhamethods already took care of Zee (thank you for your service), I am volunteering to take out their mom. this woman needs the world's biggest wake-up call and since her own damn son ending up in a hospital didn't seem to do the trick, maybe herself ending up there will help

10) GramBlack double feature (Not Me)

the absolute audacity of these men to not be in love? after all of that?? I'm hitting them with my car because maybe ending up in hospital beds next to each other will finally get someone to admit that that G did not stand for Eugene what the actual fuck

(listen there are barely any scenes with actual Black and Gram together I'm working with the smallest of crumbs here bear with me)

tagging all of my moots. all of you. if you consider me your mutual, consider yourself tagged.

[braveblackbutterfly]

Farewell to The Owl House: a personal essay (warning: this a long post)

When Steven Universe ended in 2020, I didn’t think I would ever find another animated show that I would grow to love dearly.

And then I found The Owl House a couple of months later.

I started seeing gifs (like this one) and posts about this cartoon on my dashboard, similarly to how I discovered Steven Universe. Eventually, I decided to check it out on Disney Now. I watched the first episode and immediately liked it. So I watched the next episode and the next til I caught up a week before the episode that rocked the world (or at least the fandom’s world).

Enchanting Grom Fright. 

I have seen a few epic moments/episodes in children’s animated shows like Steven Universe and She-Ra. But there was just something about the lumity dance scene and the episode as a whole that just warmed my heart. And when Dana Terrace confirmed that Luz is bi (and later that Amity’s a lesbian), I was over the freaking moon.

Growing up, I never saw much if any (good) representation of bisexual characters in the media. I just assumed people were either gay or straight. I recognized my attraction to boys when I was a kid and immediately assumed I was straight, ignoring any signs that I liked girls too because I liked guys, so I can’t be gay, right?

Right?

It wasn’t until college and meeting one of my roommates who was bi and being introduced to her queer group of friends that I began to realize “yes, people can like men and women, or any genders for that matter.” And I finally allowed myself to ask the question: “do I like women too?” The answer was yes and I began identifying as bisexual (or queer when people act like they can’t understand bisexuality *eye roll*).

So finally seeing a show with a bi protagonist whose also a girl of color and neurodivergent just made me felt seen all these many years later. To know that kids and teens (and yes, adults too) can see a character like themselves or realized that bi people actually exist and are actually you know...people who deserves love and respect.

Luz is one of my favorite characters in the series, and I relate to her a good amount. But I relate to a few other characters too, particularly Amity.

I talked about this in another post I made last year (or was it 2021?) but going to talk about it on here too.

Lost in Language is one of my favorite season 1A episodes, for many different reasons. But mainly because of the progression of Luz and Amity’s relationship (from Amity wanting nothing to do with Luz to admitting she was harsh with her and them hitting the reset button).

I have been an Amity in the past. Not the mean/bitchy attitude Amity back then, coming from a rich or esteemed family. But I was the top student of my class too.

I had to be.

Not because of my parents like in Amity’s case. But because I had no other social standing in middle and high school. Students knew my name because of my high grades, my awards and eventually graduating as salutatorian. Yes, I’m still a tiny bit disappointed about the salutatorian thing. It was a battle between me and another girl throughout our 4 years in school, but she ended up becoming valedictorian.

In middle school, I had a Luz at my school. She kept trying to be my friend, but I wanted nothing to do with her. It always felt like whenever I was around her, something bad would happen. Especially this one incident. I was at my locker, ready to go home when she came by. She was twirling her baton, and it smacked me on my head. I got pissed and told her off. She profusely apologized, but I was too mad to accept her apology, and I left.

Looking back, I know I was too harsh with her. It was just an accident. She didn’t mean for the baton to hit my head. But at the time, I didn’t want her around. So unlike Luz and Amity, we never became friends.

I have slowly but surely grown to not care about being the best student, the best employee, the best child, the best this and that. I am an awesome person because of the person I have grown into, making changes and opening my mind and falling in and out of like/love with my friends (and more than friends). And no one can dictate the path I choose for myself.

I typed all of this to simply say: I love The Owl House.

I sometimes hate admitting it because Steven Universe still means a lot to me, but The Owl House has become my ultimate favorite cartoon of the newer generation (I’m a 90s baby and 90s/early 2000s cartoons still have my heart).

Besides relating to the characters and enjoying both the lighthearted and heartbreaking moments, this show has awakened the creativity in me.

I am a writer...or at least I love writing. But I haven’t done or shared that many projects of mine online. But in 2021, I gave drawing another chance, specifically redrawing screenshots. I liked my work and had the bravery to share my artwork on here, which I still do. I have to admit that my drawing skills have improved throughout the years. I still don’t feel ready to make art inspired by my own ideas. If I did, I would make and post a hundred black racebent Amity/canon Luz fanart. 

And this year, I posted my very first fanfic. I have written fanfics before, but never ever shared them with anybody, especially not for the whole world to read. But again, this show inspired me so much that I just had to start sharing it.

Plus, my creative projects has helped me make some of the best friends I have ever made on here. And I love having their support and supporting them when they share their projects.

I’m not ready to see this amazing show come to end tonight. But I don’t think I will ever truly be ready to say goodbye. I’m going to miss this show. All the laughs, all the cries, all the shipping moments.

Thank you to the creator, the cast, the crew, and everybody who helped make this cartoon come into existence.

Us weirdos will always stick together.

[miss-lauryn-hill]

Hi Tee! It's your psc secret santa here 👋 Sorry for being MIA the past week, I was busy with school and work and I'm feeling under the weather lately 🤧 I hope you had a great week though 🥰 This might be the last ask before I post your gift, but feel free to DM me afterwards 🤗

Here are some of my answers to my last ask for you without revealing too much of my identity 😉

1. How long have you been giffing and what got you started?

I've been giffing for roughly about 5 years. I've been running fan accounts on other platforms, giffing seems like a logical next step at that point, like I wanted to try something else. Also I feel you, those sets that I put the least effort into sometimes get the most notes it's kinda annoying. It really depends if you're giffing for a hit fandom at the time or a dead one.

2. What are your favourite shows/ movies you've seen from 2022 and what are your all time favourites?

Wednesday for sure. And with stranger things I finally understand how epic it is. For the longest time I was just watching because everyone else was.

I love gossip girl when I saw it the first time until shit went down (aka the ivy girl for me). I've tried rewatching it multiple times but I always got interrupted by something else. I think deep down I just don't want to rewatch the later seasons.

3. What is your personality/ personality type (enneagram/mbti/ anything you use)? What are your favourite and/or least favourite part(s) of your personality?

I'm type 9 too! A bit unusual for my mbti type. I don't give a shit about what people think as a kid, I don't follow social norms. When my friends pointed out that there're things they do because it's the social norm was when I realized such things exist (I was in middle school - high school). I don't like to do what's expected of me because how I live my life is my business. I think I toned that down a bit once I started working, because I realized how others think of you have a great impact on whether you succeed or not. Your own hard work literally makes such little difference.

My least favourite part is the completely opposite of yours, I talk too little. For the most part, I don't mind it, I love it actually. But when certain times it's necessary I just stood there in silence and I can tell it's really awkward for the other party. And like overall, Idk how to express my feelings and I don't feel comfortable complimenting others irl even though I'm admiring the other person or their work etc. I think it's partly because of my personality and partly because of the culture I grew up in.

4. Favourite subject(s) in school or just favourite activities you like to do in general?

Favourite subject is physics. I like to do/ try all sort of art related stuff. Giffing is a big part of that. I draw when I have time/ inspiration. I don't like to push myself to do it just to get better at it, because at that point it becomes like work instead of fun.

5. What is your dream job/ occupation if you don't have to worry about anything, like paying rent or whether they would hire you or what would your parents/ others think that kind of stuff? 🤣

Being a physicist was my "unrealistic" dream, being a doctor was my "realistic" dream. Jokes on me, I became neither. At this point in life, I just hope I'll get a PhD someday 🤞

Here are some more asks for you:

1. What is your favourite Christmas movie?/ Any movies you watch every Christmas?

2. Do you like doing something new or sticking to traditions when it comes to celebrating holidays?

3. Any shows/ movies Tumblr got you hooked on?

4. Would you rather be a child, an adult or an old person? And why?

5. What are the hard truths you've learnt once you started working?

Happy holidays, Tee! 🎄

oh no apologies necessary. i understand that you have a life outside of this whole gif making thing. add in school and work? i hate that for you and am sorry to hear that you were sick. i hope you are feeling better. if not vicks on your feet and put fuzzy socks on. i know that sounds weird but it works 🤣 & we’re mutuals now as far as i’m concerned 😌

so wednesday is actually worth the hype? 👀 i want to get into stranger things so bad but i cannot do scary stuff. the content that fandom makes is insane though.

yeah gossip girl only has one good season. and by the time ivy comes in i just mentally check out. the thanksgiving episode however will always be iconic.

your #3? now that was a word. however it always helps to remember that everyone needs a compliment every now and then. i still think about the random girl that came up to me just to tell me that she liked my braids and asked me what nail polish i was wearing and that was years ago. but i understand the culture thing. how we’re raised sticks with us good and bad.

physics? now that’s interesting. that’s my cousin’s major! and he creates some off the wall shit. so i am looking forward to going through your creation tag.

you’ll get that PhD for sure.

now these are some questions! i like where your heads at.

1. my favorite christmas movie is unaccompanied minors. i used to fly a lot as a kid and i wanted to do all of that so bad 😂 the movie i always watch are last holiday and this christmas.

2. both! the only traditions my family sticks to is food and gifts. the food changes sometimes. like one year we’ll stick to the basics but the next we’ll do a different type of food. like this year we’re doing traditional but last year we had butter chicken, naan, etc. we always travel but since covid we haven’t gone outside of the states. even this year we didn’t want to go anywhere for real. but we don’t really plan to leave the house like that. we always play games. mainly spades even though that game is more dangerous than uno and monopoly combined.

3. tumblr got me into teen wolf. a mutual got me heavily invested in kastle (daredevil/the punisher) and willabeth (pirates of the caribbean) and now everyone is out to get me with stranger things. i followed someone because of this lady gaga set and now i ship edmancy i think that’s the name by proxy.

4. an adult. i miss certain things about being a kid like no bills but i can literally do whatever i want now. like if i want to go to 6flags then i can do that. if i want to stay up all night watching cartoons and eating ice cream i can do that too. being old doesn’t sound bad tbh. my grandma and aunties go on cruises all the time. they also say and do whatever they want and they’re all in their 60s-80s. they say wild shit all of the time like it’s nothing. like old people do not care. i’m looking forward to that.

5. the same as you did going by your #3 answer. your actual work is only a small factor in the workplace. the connections that you have with people is what gets you farther and while that’s bullshit it’s understandable. no one likes to work with someone that’s closed off and rude no matter how good they are at their job. i just know that it sucks for people that aren’t able to open up right away. like this one co worker of mine didn’t open up until she handed in her two weeks notice. she was so quiet and we all thought she didn’t like us but on her last days she started talking more. someone asked her why she wasn’t always like this and she just goes “yeah i didn’t want to risk saying something and having everyone not like me. you can’t be ugly and have no personality you have to pick a struggle.” like girl 😭😭😭 she comes out with us now too.

now i have to ask if we’re mutuals or if i at the very least follow you already friend cause you have not once asked me what i wanted. so i feel like i’m either constantly in your notifications so as soon as you got me you already knew what to make. OR you came to blog on a day where i was just reblogging one type of media and dubbed me as the horse girl or some shit.

Happy Holidays to you too! 🎄🥰

[albertdabuttler]

FaceTime? | F.W.

MASTERLIST

fandom: Harry Potter

PART I - PART II - PART III

pairings: Fred Weasley x F!Reader

WARNINGS: LOOOOTS of cursing. like so many bad words bro mb. implied smut but no actual smut

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. Part two will be smutty asf.

WC: 2.8k

A/N:The modern part is that smartphones exist. It’s not necessarily “modern” per se. Hogwarts and the like whole franchise is the same with the same characters and ages but you and Fred are still in school (7th year). And basically this part will be the readers POV but the second will be Fred’s. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL DORM.

Also, please let me know if I made any mistakes! And duh I’m happy to take requests bcs it motivates me to write more.

gif by me !! (bro istg the things id let him do and say to me. he literally INSULTS angles. angles have no choice but to submit to him.)

———————

A groan came from the bottom of your lungs as you unclasped your bra and took it off. The best fucking feeling in the world. Such a relief.

Yawning, you looked at the time realizing you stayed up a little too late reading, the clock reading 12:41 AM. As you changed into your pajamas, you set it down, putting it to charge while you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Long days were your favorite. Well, not the day part, just the night when your muscles relax as you’ve already finished all your work and your head hits the pillow.

Spitting out the leftover toothpaste and water from your mouth, you splashed your face with some cold water, reaching to the face towel to dry it and finally go to your bed.

You let out a content sigh as your body hit the mattress, the cold material of the sheets causing a smile creep onto your face. You were definitely getting the best sleep tonight.

There was a sound as you were already drifting off, but you ignored it, trying to quickly fall into a deep sleep so that nothing could bother you anymore.

Until you heard it again.

Your eyes shot open as you realized it was the buzzing of your phone, you only left notifications on for important people, such as your close friends and family or whatnot.

Unplugging it and pulling it close enough to see, but far enough that the low light wouldn’t burn your eyes, you unlocked it only to see a new notification from your messages.

It was Fred.

—

F| you awake - 12:53

F| bruh - 12:55

F| wake up i cant sleep - 12:55

F| HEY - 12:56

F| WAJE THE FUCK UO - 12:56

F| .. please - 12:57

F| please ;( - 12:57

You let out a yawn and typed back

You| what do you want - 12:57

F| for you to wake up - 12:57

You| well im awake now so what - 12:57

F| i cant sleep and im bored as hell - 12:58

You| i know your goofy ass did not just wake me up because you cant fucking fall asleep - 12:58

F| hold on, you mean my goofy and FAT AND LUCIOUS ASS, right? - 12:58

You| im going to beat the fucking shit out of you tmr - 12:58

You| and its luscious* 🥱 - 12:58

You| if you actually fuckinf studied basic english you’d probably know how to spell it, but your goofy - not fat and luscious - ass is too busy setting living human beings on fire - 12:59

F| FUCK YOU - 12:59

F| i prank people i dont hurt them 🙄 - 12:59

F| also you misspelled fucking - 12:59

F| also yeah my ass is fat and luscious and all the girls want it - 12:59

F| you just dont wanna say that bcs then that would mean you’ve actually looked at it and i know you’d absolutely hate to admit that ;)) - 1:00

F| also im not the goofy one here anymore, your silly swan looking ass face wants to fight me - 1:00

F| can you believe that shit 😹 - 1:00

F| you actually wanna fight someone who’s like twice your size, the fuck do you think you are -1:01

You| fred if you dont shut the fuck up and go to bed, im telling your mom you had a girl in your room. - 1:01

F| … okay im sorry :( - 1:01

You left him on seen and put your phone back down, turning around in annoyance to cover yourself up and finally fall asleep.

*Buzz*

Letting out a significantly loud groan, you grabbed your phone, ready to tell Fred to “fuck off and suck a dick.”

But your plans changed.

F| hey im really sorry for waking you up and then acting like a douche - 1:03

F| i don’t wanna bother you but do you wanna facetime? - 1:04

F| talking to you is really nice - 1:04

F| thats why i always only text you and no one else, you actually make me feel better - 1:04

F| more at ease ig, enough to help me fall asleep - 1:04

F| come onnnn - 1:04

F| bruh if you dont answer rn im telling cormac you have a big fat crush on him - 1:04

You| fuck you - 1:05

F| i mean… - 1:05

F| if you really want to then i guess i can make an arrangement. - 1:05

Annoyed at his flirtatious mood, you clicked on the FaceTime button and expected him to answer right away but he took a second.

When he picked up, you made an annoyed face at him, him only keeping a straight face but it was enough to make you snort.

You could see him trying to hold back a smile until you made a smolder face and his lips turned upwards into a wide grin.

“You’re so dumb” he said, a small grin still sticking to his face.

“Oh I’m dumb? Says the one who needs his favorite person to fall asleep and can’t spell ‘luscious’.” you scoffed with a chuckle.

“You think you’re my favorite person? Getting cocky are we?” he questioned, his face morphing into that all too familiar competitive smirk.

“Yeah, am I not?” you stated,

His smirk grew wider, more competition in his eyes.

“Yeah, you’re one of my favorites.” he responded.

You chuckled and spoke again, changing the topic before he made you blush.

“What are you doing on Friday? Wanna go to Hogsmead?” you asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ve got a prank to play on Snape so you’ve gotta come with me to that first, you’re my lucky charm.” he said.

“That sounds… Not so platonic, Fred. What are you implying?” you joked.

“Oh, shut up. You know thats not what I meant. You’re just fun to have around.” he scoffed.

“Just fun? You don’t love me?” you made a pouty face at him.

He hesitated for a second.

“…Well when you put it like that…” he said with a silly voice, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. He chuckled.

Laughing for a little bit, you only heard silence from the phone so when your laugh died down, you looked at him. God, you wished you hadn’t.

He had a sweet smile on his face, like he was admiring you. He was on his side with the right side of his face on the pillow squishing it, making him look adorable. Left hand underneath his face, his short orange hair was lightly fanning over his forehead, and it was quite messy, but it made him look… Cute.

…

No.

…

Hot.

His messy hair made him look hot. It always did. You considered yourself one of the luckiest people on the planet for having him be such a close friend of yours. It meant he’d let you touch it.

All the times you’d ruffled it when meeting him in the corridors, all the times you’d play with it while he fell asleep on your lap after studying for so long. (With you, of course. He’d never spend his own time studying.) All the times you just looked at it and admired it and it’s softness, how fluffy it was.

All the times you’d thought about tugging on it while he destroys you from the inside out.

But that would never happen…

So you snapped yourself back into reality and just continued to look at him. He was so beautiful.

So handsome.

You could marry him but you’d melt at the sight of him in a black and white suit for you.

He made your heart sink to your pussy whenever he’d walk up to you after quidditch, sweaty hair, flushed cheeks from the windburn.

Your knees weak whenever he wore just his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and had loosened his tie.

Shaking your head slightly, you watched him through your phone screen, your eyes adjusting enough for you to see the shape of his shoulders.

Fuck. They were so broad.

And his chest, it was like a brick wall. Even if it was covered with a t-shirt, his muscles were on the brink of ripping it.

At this point, you’d had no choice but to think about when you’d hug him, the warmth of having yourself in his arms while your face was stuffed in his chest.

When you used it as a pillow on the weekends as you were having sleep-overs, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Your back being pressed tightly up against it whilst he’s inside you and whispering into your ear how good you were making him feel.

It was getting out of hand how many fantasies you’d made up about him but you couldn’t stop yourself now. You were admiring every last inch of him you could see.

His lips.

Thinking about how they would feel if he was massaging them against yours.

Both the ones on your face and the ones below your belt.

His eyes.

They had a certain sparkle in them. It wasn’t romantic or anything like that.

Though you weren’t sure it was platonic either.

But what you were sure of was that Fred Weasley had a tight hold on you whether he knew it or not.

“So….” you said with a croak in your voice,

“So?” He repeated, the same admirable look in his eyes, that sweet, tooth-rotting smile still on his face. He wanted you to keep talking but it was incredibly difficult when he looked like that.

“Um I was-“ you began but he interrupted you,

“Wait is that that stupid old shirt George got you for Christmas 5th year?” he asked.

You chuckled, “Yeah,”

You stretched your arms out to be able to point the phone at it, looking down at it yourself. It was a white shirt with a little blue cat on the front, and some extremely long joke on the back that ended with “There’s no punchline, but you sure as hell were bored enough to read the back of a stranger’s shirt.”

Swallowing, he spoke again. “Wow, I can’t believe it still fits you.” You both chuckled.

“I mean it’s only been about two years, not like I’ve grown that much since then. Plus, George got it like two sizes too big,” you laughed.

He smiled, “You know, I had the perfect gift for you but I lost it two days before Christmas that year. I think someone stole it and I was so sad that I couldn’t give it to you.”

“Awh. What was it?” you asked.

“I’m not telling you.” He smirked.

“Bruh come on. You lost it so just tell me, it’s not like you’re going to die if you do.”

“Yeah well I don’t want to. If its such a pain in your ass then I’ll tell you this, it was an inside joke from third year.” he told you.

“Wait, lemme think…” you looked up and bit your lip as you tried your hardest to remember all the stupid jokes you made in third year.

“Ah! I know! Was it the time you and I snuck off in the middle of the night and caught Snape reading that really cheesy poem out loud? I forgot what it was about but I remember it was really funny. You wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you said

“No, that’s not it. Not even close.” he said.

“I have no idea then.” you said.

He went silent again and just kept looking at you. Smiling.

It made the room really hot. You tried looking elsewhere, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and his ridiculously good looks.

“Look at me.” he said, taking his hand out from under his face to avoid it falling asleep and getting pins and needles.

When you heard him, it was like a half whisper, his voice was so soft and it sent fireworks all throughout your guts.

As you looked his way, he had a small smirk on him.

Why the fuck does he always have to smirk?

Your face was starting to get hot.

“What” you said.

“Let’s have a staring contest.” he replied.

“That’s dumb.” you stated.

“You’re dumb.” he retorted.

“No, I actually study. You spend all your time making jokes and pranking people and you never study. You always only study with me and I literally do like 80% of the w-“

“Just stop talking” he interrupted and giggled at the argument you were trying to make.

You let out a sigh and looked at him with a disappointed face.

He sighed too but just kept his eyes locked on you. He wouldn’t stop and it was starting to bother you a little bit.

“Damn okay.” you said.

He squirmed in his place, it seemed his room was also starting to get as hot as yours.

Chewing the inside of his bottom lip, his smile slowly began to fade.

You had to start looking around awkwardly.

His eyes seemed to be getting heavy and they kept closing, he’d shoot them back open only to keep fucking eyeing at you.

“If you’re about to fall asleep then we can just talk tomorrow. Unless—you’re sure… you wanna stay on call…?” you spoke.

His eyebrows twitched and he responded, “M-Yeah…” he sighed. His eyes fluttering shut once again.

“You look like you’re on the verge of falling asleep into oblivion, Freddie.” you giggled. He probably didn’t hear you since he was actually already starting to pass out, but he did.

He rolled his eyes back and you took that as a sign that he was actually starting to get pissed off that you kept on talking.

Turning his head to stuff his face in his pillow, he let out a groan that sounded like he had been working out all day.

A small cry came from him that indicated he’d been deprived of something he loved for months, and he still managed to look back at you, but with furrowed eyebrows, hooded, watery eyes, and his mouth slightly agape.

“I-I’m gonna go to bed.” he choked out, stuttering as if he was on the verge of crying.

“Oh, okay, goodnight then, I love you.” you said with a sympathetic smile, he probably had a long day and needed your presence somehow, it seemed that he needed to let a cry out now that you were hanging up.

His face actually got really red and he replied.

“I love you too…” he sighed.

“So much.” he inhaled sharply before closing his eyes tightly, his face scrunching up like he just poured lemon on an open wound.

When he opened his eyes, he sent a small, forced smile your way.

You hung up and hesitantly put your phone down, turning around and covering yourself back up so you could sleep.

Tossing and turning for like five minutes, you turned back around and texted Fred again to ask him if he was okay. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get any sleep if you were worried about him and didn’t know what was wrong.

You| you okay freddie? - 1:31

…

No answer.

You waited for about a minute until you decided to click the FaceTime button again since you wouldn’t wait for him to text back.

He took a second to pick up.

When he did, he was now on his back, holding the phone above his head.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Are you okay, Freddie?” you asked, you knew he liked it when you called him ‘Freddie’ so you did it now just to bring him comfort.

“Uhm…” he licked his lips and looked down towards the end of his bed.

“..Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long and… stressful day with… uh, grades.” he looked back up at you now, he looked fine and relaxed. A little nervous might you add.

You noticed he wasn’t wearing his shirt anymore and there was a hint of sweat on his forehead.

…

He definitely had a terrible day.

Yeah.

That’s all.

“Erm okay well.. Goodnight then I guess… See you at breakfast.” you tried your best to hide the fact that you were worried sick about him.

He chuckled, “Goodnight then, love.” he sent a big smile at you and it made you feel better, but you hung up as fast as humanly possible so that he wouldn’t notice your nerves.

You were glad that he was okay now.

Throwing your phone on your nightstand for the last time, you finally turned to try and sleep.

But not before turning back around and grabbing your phone again,

You| can i go to your room? - 1:37

———————

There’s a part two coming with Fred’s POV 😻

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Still Loving You

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summary: You’ve been teaching yourself a new song on guitar to show Eddie once he graduates. You usually tutor him after Hellfire Club, but today Eddie’s back early, catching you with his guitar, and thereby soiling your plans for dramatic confession.

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, friends to lovers, gn!reader

warnings/tags: there will be smut in part ii, but this one is rated pg13! lots of cute fluff here<3 mutual pining. no spoilers just normal human stuff. reader has graduated Hawkins in 84, making them over 18

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Part I: Caught In The Act

The sticky heat of Hawkins clings tightly onto you as you pedal your way to Eddie’s, just like you’d done every Thursday, since the beginning of the year. Eddie had informally hired you as his personal tutor, finally getting sick of repeating senior year. He made promises of free joints and rides around town for the rest of your lives, and made a big dramatic show of getting on his knees to beg you to help him. Anything to convince you to take him on as your student.

Of course you agreed, but you didn’t tell him you would have done it for a can of soda and a singular movie night, maybe even less. Though you and Eddie have been friends since middle school, you still haven’t gotten around to telling him the whole truth: that you had fully fallen in love with him.

Unbeknownst to Eddie, you’d started crushing on him in freshman year, just like every kid falls in love with their best friend the second they both hit puberty. You had never gained your footing, though, fearing his rejection any time you pondered maybe flirting with him. Instead, you remained the best of friends, and you believed that was enough for you.

Throughout high school you both dated other people, and by the time you graduated in ‘84, you had convinced yourself the schoolhouse crush had passed. So, of course, you’d said, you’ll tutor him.

However, spending all this time with Eddie, both tutoring him and just existing near him, you realize you can’t keep this shit under wraps for much longer.

Eddie always left the door unlocked for you on Thursdays, knowing you’d be out of work before Hellfire ended, and probably wouldn’t feel like biking home just to bike another 20 minutes back to his place. You preferred studying at Eddie’s to your own house, a quiet refuge contrasting your own noisy, tense household. You also secretly loved that his room always smelled like weed, mixed with whatever cheap cologne he was using.

You let yourself in, and help yourself to a Red Stripe in the fridge. You can’t help but wonder how many others have done this before you, and how many of them intended on becoming more than study partners with Eddie. You let yourself feel jealous for a second, before remembering that, whatever he was doing before, and whoever he’d done it with, it had absolutely nothing to do with you. You were the one waiting for him now, and you let yourself find comfort in that.

You walk to his room and kick your shoes off, desperately needing to let your socked feet breathe. The air is still stiflingly hot, so you remove your t-shirt, leaving on a black tank top to stick to your sweaty skin. You figure you have a good hour or two of practice time before Eddie’s home from Hellfire, so you begin your slow approach to the far wall, where his instrument rests in front of Eddie’s only mirror.

“Hey, pretty,” you greet the guitar, admiring her gently with your fingertips. Eddie doesn’t let anyone touch his guitar, let alone play it, let alone an amateur like you: someone only really able to play acoustic songs for your family on camping trips. You know you’re going against every instinct in your body telling you it’s a horrible idea. You make a whispered promise to her, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You only plan to play it once, get as much practice in as you can, then put it exactly where it was, and he would never know! Or, he would definitely know, but he wouldn’t have any proof, and would be completely unable to pin the blame on you.

You are as careful with the instrument as you would be with a newborn baby, one hand gripped tightly enough around the neck while the other caresses the body, you walk slowly so as not to bump her into any surrounding knick knacks. You take your place at the foot of Eddie’s bed, your back facing the bedroom door. The amp buzzes as you plug the guitar in, and you reach for your walkman to analyze the song you’ve been practicing.

——————

Eddie is sprinting to his van, in a blind fury to get back home as soon as the bell rings. He’s just been given his grade back for the English final, and he’s finally passed, and with an impressive C-! He could only think about getting back to his house, coming home to you waiting for him on the couch, and shoving the graded paper at you with a feral excitement. He wanted so badly to thank you, for saving his stupid ass from another year of Hawkins Hell.

“MUNSON!” Dustin Henderson is running toward Eddie’s car, a dumbfounded look on his face that says, “Where the fuck do your think you’re going?”

“I passed! Henderson, I PASSED! I have to postpone, I have places to be, and a beautiful knight to thank for rescuing me!” He’s talking with his arms, flailing his crown jewel of a grade in his hand.

“Can’t you thank them after we kick your sorry ass?” Dustin was a dedicated member of Hellfire, seeing each meeting as a chance to humble his newest best friend.

“Sorry, dude, this isn’t something I can just wait to do.” What Eddie wasn’t telling Dustin, was that he finally planned to tell you how he felt. He didn’t want to risk losing his tutor to an awkward rejection, so to save both of you the trouble he’d decided to wait until he was positive he’d never have to be tutored again.

Dustin, despite his annoyance, gives Eddie a knowing smile. He’d seen the way Eddie acted around you, on the rare occasion you’d come to ride home with them.

“Right. Well, tell your pretty knight I’m pissed.” Dustin snaps, turning on his heel to stomp off to inform the party their Dungeon Master was too love drunk to play tonight.

Eddie jokingly salutes to Dustin’s turned back, and eagerly climbs into his driver’s seat, barely pausing to turn the radio on before peeling out of the school parking lot.

—-

You’re making decent progress, finally figuring out how to sing while playing, without pausing between chords. It’s not perfect, but it’s better, and you’ve gotten yourself in the zone. You look at the clock, which reads 3. Hellfire isn’t out until 5 tonight. You can afford a little more time, you tell yourself.

As you play through the chorus again, you drown out the background noise of Forest Hills. What you can’t hear over the noises of your clumsy strumming, is the gravel under Eddie’s van as he pulls up to his home a mere thirty minutes later. He whips himself out of the car, getting his foot caught on the pedals on his way out. After almost eating shit, his good mood still can’t be ruined. That is, until he reaches the top step of his trailer and pauses.

Leaning his ear to the screen door, he makes out the hum of his amp. His amp, plugged into his guitar.

“No fucking way.” He whispers, letting himself into the front room as quietly as he can manage. All his previous chaos has left his body, as he tiptoes his way toward the sound of what he can tell is barely acceptable guitar playing.

He reaches his room, stopping abruptly to take in the view in front of him: Your back turned to him, hunched over his most prized possession. He sees the headphones resting on your ears, your neck tilted in concentration trying to figure out the next set of chords, sweat dripping down the side of your face, slowly melting from the early June heat.

Eddie leans himself on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, just to take you in. By now, he usually would have sent the culprit flying through the window, exilling them for all eternity. But he couldn’t bring himself to do that to you, he had no desire to distract from your concentration.

You stop once you finish the song, and immediately freeze. The air in Eddie’s room has shifted. No, you think, there is no way he’s already home.

You look at the clock next to Eddie’s bed that now reads 3:45.

You slowly rotate your body towards the bedroom door, catching the figure there in the corner of your eye before the pieces click into place.

Finally, you bring your eyes up to meet his, and the motherfucker is smirking at you.

“I-“

He cuts you off with a dramatic wave of his arm, exclaiming, “You come into my home, you sit on my throne, you play my instrument, and you don’t even try to hide it? You know, honey, that usually calls for banishment.” He’s approaching you now, slowly planting one foot in front of the other, as if to build suspense.

“Shit, Eddie, no, you don’t understand. It was a one time thing-“ you’re preparing to beg for his forgiveness, unable to imagine the anger he must be feeling towards you. Why the fuck is he home so early?

“Sh sh sh,” He kneels on the floor next to your spot on the bed. “Instead, I will make you earn your honor back. You must play his instrument for the master himself.” His smirk shifts into a toothy grin, knowing how shy you get in the face of performing, speaking, or really doing anything in front of other people. He has no idea that fear only applies to him.

Your eyes widen with fear, “It isn’t ready, that's not fair!” you falter, suddenly unsure if you were ever really going to play the song for him. Who were you kidding anyway, someone that didn’t even own their own guitar trying to play for Eddie, of all people.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, his eyes not leaving yours. “All fairness went out the window when you played with my baby before asking, sweetheart.” He grips your thigh tightly, his intention clear: You’re not going anywhere until you play for him.

You take the deepest breath you’ve ever taken, and it does nothing to calm your nerves. This isn’t how you wanted to play this song for him. Your plan was to play it after he graduated, when he finally threw his cap to the sky and said good riddance to the worst six years of his life. Selfishly, you wanted to wait for him to graduate just in case he felt the same way you did. You didn’t want to cause him distraction from his work, just in case you might prove yourself to be one. Maybe it was slightly delusional, but you liked to daydream.

The other reason for waiting was in case he denied you. You didn’t want to think about it, but you always knew there’d be a chance of rejection, something you weren’t sure you could handle. He didn’t exactly go for people like you, people with their noses in big books, or scribbling in a journal during lunch, their headphones blocking everyone and everything else out. You keep to yourself, and Eddie is known as the life of every nerd friendly party, every lunchtime discussion, and every drive in his van. It’s the strongest reason you’d found yourself infatuated: his ability to exist purely as himself.

Your fingers move towards the first chord of the song, and you close your eyes as if to trick yourself into thinking none of this is happening. You’re not really about to make the biggest fool of yourself in front of the one person whose opinions matter most to you. As long as you don’t look at him, none of this is real.

You make it through the intro with little error, and your breath catches in your throat as you start to sing:

Time

It needs time

To win back your love again

I will be there

I will be there

You don’t dare to open your eyes, but you feel Eddie’s big, brown ones boring into your face and soul as you play.

Love

Only love

Can bring back your love someday.

I will be there,

I will be there.

You pause, as if to silently beg to stop. Eddie only squeezes your leg again, a nudge to keep going. You still can’t look at him.

I’ll fight, babe, I’ll fight

To win back your love again

I will be there, I will be there.

Love, only love

Can break down the wall someday

I will be there, I will be there.

You pause again, opening your eyes to reposition your fingers for the chorus. Eddie doesn’t interrupt as you do, but you can feel his eyes on your hand.

As you sing the chorus, still far too quietly to be any good, he starts to hum along, his voice a whisper above your own.

If we’d go again

All the way from the start

I would try to change

The things that killed our love

Your pride has built a wall, so strong

That I can’t get through

Is there really no chance

To start once again

I’m still loving you…

You both continue like that, you not looking at him while his eyes are trained on you. By the end of the song, your throat aches and your fingers are cramped. You brace for the impact of Eddie’s teasing, or worse, his anger and immediate removal of you from his life.

Neither comes. You dare to open one eye, trying to gauge his reaction by the bewildered look on his face. A third, unexpected reaction: a gaping look at you, only broken by a couple bats of his eyelids.

“I… did not see that coming.”

“I did tell you it wasn’t ready,” You try to change the subject, terrified of the way you strangle back a sob. This is not the way you planned to be rejected. You weren’t mentally ready for that destruction yet.

“No, that’s not-“ He falters, visibly searching for the right thing to say. He pushes himself to his feet, pacing in front of you, still sitting cross legged on his bed.

“Why that one?” He asks, innocently.

You search for your words on the floor, Because I fell madly in love with you. Because I wanted to impress you. Because I couldn’t think of a better way to tell you this with my own words. Because ever since freshman year I would fantasize about pulling you into the teacher’s lounge.

“Well,” you start finally, talking to the chipped polish of your nails, “I found the tape in your van, and the case looked really, um, well used, I guess. So I wanted to see what made you like it so much. This song reminded me of… well you. Us… whatever.” You try to brush it off, but the truth is you’d been planning this gift for him since you started tutoring him. Usually, you’d use your roommate’s guitar to practice, but she’d gone home for the summer, and you couldn’t afford your own instrument.

“I never wanted you to find out this way,” your words were rushing out now, desperate to bandage the trust you were sure you’d broken, “But I can’t stop fucking thinking about you. I think about you all the fucking time. Why do you think I said yes to helping you? WhyI’m always here, regardless of whether we end up studying? It’s all been for you, Eddie.” You finally blurt. It hangs in the air, like an unwelcome ghost. “I will accept my banishment with grace and honor.” you proclaim, defeated, still refusing to look at him.

Eddie waits a beat, digesting your response before saying, “Why would I banish you?” he sounds wounded, taking offense that you’d dare speak such a thing.

Your head snaps up then, searching for a give away that he’s being sarcastic. Because of course you would, you think, because you don’t feel the same way.

“You’ve done worse. I saw the way you iced Dustin for a week because he stole your Dungeon Master’s journal.”

“That was under different circumstances.” Eddie returns matter-of-factly, like it’s the most logical argument in the world. “Why would you put all this time into learning a song before you could even know if I’d graduate?” He’s challenging you now, trying to get you to admit something. And you’re so close to admitting something.

You puff your cheeks full of air before letting go a heavy sigh. “I believed in you. And maybe, selfishly, I believed you’d want me, too.” You shrug, then retort, “Well, what makes me different from Dustin? We both touched things we knew we weren’t allowed to touch, things that belong to you.” You wonder if your feelings should be hurt. Maybe he doesn’t value you enough to hold you to the same rules as his closest friends.

“You make you different, silly. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” He waves his hand dismissively, as if your hands on his guitar were just a normal, every day occurrence. “And it’s more fun to freak you out.” He pivots toward you, pointing to the instrument. “Can I help you?” He asks, suddenly enthusiastic.

“What?” Not only is he not pissed, or even indifferent, but he's offering to help you? To teach you the very thing that attracted you to him in the first place?

You weigh your options: One, you say no, and hurt Eddie’s feelings enough to actually “banish” you, whatever that may mean to him; or two, you agree and he tries to help you, only to grow impatient with your struggling and give up. You don’t like either choice, so you stall.

“Why are you home so early?” You dodge. In all your embarrassment, you’d forgotten to ask what was so important for him to call Hellfire off for the night. Anyone that knew Eddie knew almost nothing came between him and his DnD campaigns.

“If I tell you, would you please let me help you with this?” He circles his hand around your being as you sit awkwardly, his guitar still in your grasp. “Your fingering could use some work. I happen to be an expert, I could give you a few tips.” He wiggles the fingers of his left hand, his rings glittering when they hit the light. The thought of his hands has kept you up before, but there was something way too real about them now.

“Fine.” You huff, ignoring the double entendre, and therefore the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Great!” Eddie claps his hands together, and bends to pick up his graded assignment he’d let fall to the ground only minutes earlier. He pinches the paper between his thumb and pointer, flicking the back of the page as he does so. “C-, baby!” he beams, shoving the paper closer to your face. “I couldn’t wait to tell you, so I told the kids to kick rocks today. Henderson’s not letting me hear the end of it anytime soon.” He shakes his head jokingly, like a shamed puppy caught ripping the good pillows apart.

“You canceled Hellfire, the one thing I have ever seen you care about, to come tell your tutor that you passed?” You’re dumbfounded.

Eddie only shrugs, “Yeah, obviously, I wanted to make my teach proud. Now let me help you with this mess.” He doesn’t mean any harm by his comment, only that he wants to help you learn. You go to scoot over, making room for Eddie to sit next to you on the mattress.

Eddie, however, completely ignores this gesture, leaving you with the guitar in your lap. Instead, he kicks a leg behind you, leaving the other resting against yours. You are now sitting between his legs, and he places his chin to rest on your shoulder.

You forget to breathe. You and Eddie, though close friends since middle school, have never been so physical before. Sure, you’d held hands, skipping to classes together as the Hawkins Nuisances, and you had played enough footsie in math class to pass the time. But you’d never sat like this, so close to feel his heart beating on your back.

Ignoring your obviously tense body language, Eddie places his hand over yours, gently moving it to the first position of the song. “Press this string down a little harder.” He mumbles into your neck, sending a chill down your spine as he demonstrates, pressing his middle finger into the fret. You move your own hand to where his sits, and repeat his movements. You feel him smile into the dip of your shoulder, proud of your tiny improvement.

You work through the first verse this way, with Eddie only speaking to give you instructions on positioning your fingers, or which strings to strum. You wouldn’t mind if you spent the rest of your night like this, in a comfortable silence only broken by the clumsy melody of a Scorpions ballad.

Eddie pauses, though, just as you’ve finished the first chorus. In one swift motion, he drags the guitar off of you, placing it beside him at the end of the bed. The loss of contact saddens you, as you realize this may be the last time Eddie ever lets you touch the guitar. To stifle your sadness, you go to get yourself off of him, trying to hide how much you don’t want to move. You’re caught off guard, though, when Eddie shoves his arms out and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back into his lap and lacing his fingers across your middle, keeping you there.

He cups his hand under your chin, forcing you to twist to face him, and you can barely look at him. You think you catch his eyes dart to your lips, but you can’t be sure. Your brain is too fuzzy, being so close to Eddie’s face, feeling his breath on yours to think clearly. You never thought you’d get even this far with him.

Before you gather enough courage to speak, Eddie’s asking, “You mean all that?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, because how dare he question your sincerity. “Of course I mean it. Eddie, I know you have a little trouble with critical thinking, but did you really have absolutely no clue?” You’re laughing now, dumbfounded at your best friend’s ignorance. “I thought I was rather readable.”

“To be fair, it’s not like you knew either.” Eddie isn’t laughing, not a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “You’d think an English tutor would be able to see the evidence laid out in front of them.”

You play stupid, refusing to believe any of what he’s claiming. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, he glances down at your mouth again, and this time you’re sure of it. You have no time to react before he’s pulling your face in, his hand still holding your chin. His lips meet yours, tenderly at first, and your face catches fire as you kiss him back. The kiss ends as suddenly as it started, and Eddie pulls his face back to look at you again.

“That’s what I mean.” and he’s kissing you again. you don’t let yourself hold back this time. You break the kiss briefly, only to turn your body around to face him, now straddling his lap. You hold his face in your hands to kiss him again, coaxing his mouth open with your tongue. He pushes back eagerly, his hands gripping tightly onto your waist to hold you in place. Your head starts swimming, unable to fully grasp what you've gotten yourself into. He tastes like cigarettes and mint, and you never want to forget the way his tongue feels against your own.

One of Eddie’s hands moves from your waist, up your back, and cups your neck, as if he’s trying to pull you even closer. Your fingers lace through his hair easily, your nights spent dreaming about it having finally paid off. You feel Eddie smile into your kiss, his arms now wrapped around you tightly. You can’t help but smile too, trying to show him exactly how you’d been feeling this last seemingly endless year.

“Was it worth postponing?” you ask, breaking the kiss for air.

“I would rather never return to Hellfire again if it meant I could spend all of my time doing this instead.” he looks at you longingly, and you truly believe him. “No one’s ever done that for me before.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes before connecting your lips to his for a third time.

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hiii 47 and 7 for angst hotch

i love ur writing btw <3

Drunk

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, stalking, and death, past abusive relationships, normal criminal minds things, angst, crying, pining, but a fluffy ending

Promtps: Angst #7 "Are you drunk?", Angst #47 "You flinched"

Author's Note: Thank you so much <3, hope you enjoy reading!!

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In hindsight, it probably wasn’ the best idea to get drunk at a bar. Especially alone. But you weren’t exactly thinking straight when you had stepped off the jet after a long case. And it had been a LONG case. Nearly a week of going through the same evidence over and over again scouring for a lead. Finally finding a lead, and coming to a dead end. 

The eventual lead that you did catch, led to the unsub already standing over her next victim’s body. At least you got a full confession. But you had been the one that had found the unsub. If that wasn’t enough, this case had already been hitting way too close to home. 

A woman was murdering victims of domestic abuse to “save them” because her mom was never “saved” from her father’s abuse. She had grown up watching it. Her victims had all had y/h/c hair, with y/e/c eyes. The same height as you, same style, just overall very similar. The only difference the team saw had been that you were never abused. At least that was what your file had said.

You had been able to keep it on the low for as long as you had been at the BAU. But you were terrified one of them would figure it out. That you would flinch at the wrong time, or you would do something to give it away.

You had gotten lucky and no one seemed suspicious. You ended up hiding in the back of the jet, curled up. No one bothered you. They all assumed that the case had just hit you harder. The one thing you hadn’t known though was that Hotch had been keeping a very close eye on you.

You two had become close, and would often hang out at each other's apartments. Spending tjme just talking about nothing and everything for hours. He had quickly become one of your best friends. You always went to him when you were upset.

But tonight, you just needed to get away.

Which is how you found yourself in this bar, downing your fifth drink. In the back of your mind, you knew that you wouldn't be able to drive home, or even walk without tripping over your own feet. You needed to call someone, and your drunk self called Hotch. While the phone rang you checked the time. 3 am. He was going to kill you.

“Hotchner.” You giggled drunkenly at his formal response.

“Why so serious bossman?” He recognized your voice immediately. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” 

“M’great. Havin a blast.” You slurred.

“Are you drunk?” He asked and you giggled again.

“Mayyybe.” You slurred, concerning Hotch even more.

"Where are you?”

“Mabel's I think. But let me tell you. I think you need to come get me because there is no way m’drivin home.” He huffed as you heard noise coming from the phone.

“I'm on my way, stay there!” But you hung up. You were so excited to see him. Truth was you had definitely developed a crush for the man. Telling him that was going to be difficult, mainly because of your past, but also because he was your boss, and about 12 years older than you.

You waited for about 10 minutes before you heard the door ring as it opened and Hotch ran inside, frantically searching around. He found you and was quickly at your side.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nodded sleepily. You always did get sleepy after your sixth drink. He gave you a concerned glance before reaching for your arm. You flinched slightly, but Hotch didn’t say anything about it. He picked you up because there was no way that you could walk, and carried you out to his car. 

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He had said once on the road. You lazily watched  out the window as buildings went by. 

“M’kay.” You mumbled. Hotch sent you another concerned glance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Usually when a case hit you hard, you would spend the night talking with him. He had been surprised when you hadn't shown up at his apartment. Even more shocked when you had called him drunk. He cared about you and it hurt him to see you like this.

Soon he found himself pulling into his driveway. He parked and quickly ran to your side of the car to help you out. He opened your door, and reached his hand over to unbuckle you when suddenly you shifted back. Your arms came up as if to block a blow and a whimper escaped your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise!” You let out, sounding much more sober now. Hotch stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. 

“Y/n, it’s me, can you hear me, its Aaron?” You moved your arms from your face, peeking out wide eyed. You pulled your arms the rest of the way down. 

“Sorry Hotch. That was just, um, that w-was-” But he cut you off.

“You flinched.” He paused looking at the tears in your eyes, realizing that he needed to get you inside before you broke down in the car. “C’mon, let's go inside.” You bowed your head and nodded. 

“Okay.” You said softly. He helped you out of his car slowly, and walked you up to his apartment. Once there, you plopped on his couch, sobering up for the conversation you knew was going to happen. He walked in the room, a glass of water in hand. He handed it to you, sitting next to you. he waited a few moments before beginning the inevitable conversation.

“Y/n, why did you flinch?” He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to push you, but he was concerned and he wanted to know. So you told him. Every detail, every heartbreaking moment. The bruises, the scars, the hospital trips. Everything. The reports, the disbelief, the arrest, the divorce. Then the even worse parts. The escape, the stalking, the attack, the death. Every little thing. You could feel the tears falling down your face as you spoke about your ex-husband. 

Hotch sat as he watched the beautiful woman sitting in front of him break down. He didn't know any of this, none of it was in your file. He knew that Strauss had to know though, because you never would have been accepted without background checks and psych evals. 

His heart broke a little more every time you shared another detail. On one side it felt so nice to get it off your chest. On the other hand, it was weird opening up to Hotch like this. He was seeing so much more of you than you had ever allowed anyone since your husband. He sat in silence once you finished speaking. 

“Y/n. I'm so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” And the tears came even faster, until they were silent sobs. Hotch, well he was more Aaron in that moment, brought you into his arms holding you tight, bringing you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay to cry.”He silently whispered into your hair. You looked up at him then, sighing softly at the beautiful man before you. 

“Thank you Aaron.” He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips. But before he could tell you, he looked down to find you asleep in his arms. And that's how he stayed until morning. 

                       * * *

The next morning you awoke to a strange bed, with strange sheets, in a strange room. But one sniff and all you could smell was Hotch’s cologne. You soon recognized that there was a warm body behind your own, an arm wrapped around your middle. 

You almost didn't remember what happened last night, but once you did, you began to panic. What if he hated you? What if he was disgusted by you? He probably had just pitied you.  

He must have felt you shift, because he was waking up. His arm tightened around you, and he leaned up looking you in the eyes. He saw your panic and was alert rather quickly for someone who had just woken up. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, eyes scanning you frantically. 

“You must be disgusted with me.” You paused taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry Hotch. I ruined your night and then cried all over you with my pathetic life story. And you probably just pitied me. I'm sorry.” He shook his head. 

“Y/n, look at me.” You looked into his eyes. “I am and never will be disgusted by you. I am amazed by you. You are so strong and beautiful and you never deserved a thing that disgusting man did to you. I don’t pity you, not at all. All of this has just made me fall more in love with you than I already was.” You looked at him wide eyed.

“You love me?” He leaned a little closer.

“Of course I do. It's impossible not to.” You dared closer still as he moved a piece of hair from your face. The loving gesture warming your heart. 

“Thank you. For everything. I love you too Aaron.” And he sealed your lips. It was intimate and explosive at the same time. And in the most cliche way, fireworks exploded as you kissed him. 

You moved together passionately. Your noses bumped ever so slightly as he kissed you deeper than you had ever been kissed. He was an amazing kisser, to say the least. He broke away a moment later, smiling down at you. 

“Give me a chance to show you what real love is, what it's supposed to be.” You nodded.

“Of course Aaron.” And you kissed him again, sliding your hands around his neck into his hair. It was the happiest you had been in a very long time. 

So in hindsight, maybe getting drunk wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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The Brother’s Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

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this gif... holy SHIT 

Lucifer

Whether you started the evening snuggled up under his chin or all alone in your room, he’s an extremely light sleeper since he’s got to keep an ear out for Mammon being stupid at 2 am

So when you start to move restlessly and/or whimper and cry, naturally he’ll awaken and see what the issue is

Lucifer will sit up and gently rest a tentative hand on your trembling shoulder, so as not to startle you

His presence only seemed to make it worse! Your tears got bigger and your cries got louder, your breathing became more uneven until you woke with a start, your own shrill scream scaring you into a frightened, crying ball in front of him

Boi is at a loss…

Was this his fault?

“MC, darling, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?”

“L-Lucifer?” You whimper, watery eyes roving aimlessly in the darkness “L-L-Lucifer?! Where are-”

Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he reassures you: “I’m here, right here princess,” “I’ve got you, it was just a dream MC... nothing to worry about.”

Strokes your head, smoothing your rumpled hair and supporting your back while you hide your puffy, tearstained face in his collar and cling to him for dear life until you calm down

You’re still shaking when the usually stiff demon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to rock from side to side, murmuring gentle, reassuring words in your ear

“Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms, MC.” “Deep breaths my love, deep breaths…”

Mammon’s vivid scary stories before bed had obviously been a bad decision, Lucifer decided as he dabbed your cheeks with a kleenex

his poor, sweet human having nightmares about silly campfire tales…

How endearing, yet upsetting

He’ll carry you to the kitchen bridal style and hold you close after getting you a glass of water, then carry you back to bed and tuck you safely against his broad chest for the rest of the night making a mental note to hang Mammon upside down from the banister the following morning

Mammon

He woke up from his dream about goldie who had read “∞” on the ATM and opened his door in answer to the frantic knock to find his favorite human crying

You rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest to hide your shuddering sobs, nearly sending the now blushing Avatar of Greed off balance in your haste

“Jeez, human! Wha… What happened? Why’re ya crying like that?”

No, like seriously, plz stop crying babie or he’s gonna cry too

Returns the hug, holding MC firmly as he regains his footing and manages to shut the door behind you

“MC, sssh, I’m right here! You don’t hafta worry, ok? Luckily you’ve got the best demon on the job to make ya feel better! Hug me as hard as ya need, ok?”

*forehead and cheek smooches*

Lets you curl up in his lap until you can talk to him without stuttering or choking on tears

Holds you the whole time, almost as if he’s afraid to let go for fear you’ll cry again

“Bad dream? What was it about?”

“Th-Those characters from Levi’s horror game w-were eating you alive and I c-couldn’t move!” You whimper tearfully, “You were begging me for help a-and I couldn’t do anything to save you from them because every time I moved th-these ropes got t-tighter around my neck a-an-”

First of all, he’s horrified that Levi showed you those games when he knew they gave you nightmares. Unfortunately, you had to if you didn’t want to be called a normie for the billionth time that week

Second, he, the great Mammon, begging a mere human for help? Yeah right

Even though he knew in his heart of hearts that that would definitely be the case

“They’re not real, remember that. And if you still think those freaks are lurking in the dark, come find me and the great Mammon will protect you!”

You can't help but giggle and hug him more tightly, knocking him back onto his pillow

Neither of you felt like moving, so Mammon pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and you snuggle together until the morning comes

At the breakfast table, Mammon doesn’t hesitate to screech at Levi for giving you nightmares while cradling your tired, sleep-deprived body against him

Leviathan

Doesn’t hear MC’s knock at first, he’s too absorbed in the 14th episode of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible

As the knocking gets louder and more frantic, the otaku finally notices and pauses the anime, goes to the door and opens it a tiny bit

Just enough to see the teary-eyed MC, hugging their waist in discomfort, shivering in fear, and looking left and right down the hall for danger

“... Yeah?”

“L-Levi? C-Can I come in? *sniff* I just had a really scary dream-”

“I-uh… Ummm I g-guess,”

He lets you in and on a whim, places a tentative hand on your back

He expected you to push him away, but when you choked and rushed into his half-open arms and buried your face in his chest, leviachan.exe has stopped working

EXIT

What was he supposed to do with his hands?!?!??

MC was crying and he was just standing there like a normie? Wh… WhAt wOULd HenRy dO?

“MC, h-hey, it cant’ve been that bad… here, um let’s s-sit down a-and you can talk to me. Sound good?”

He feels you nod and leads you to his large gaming beanbag chair and you get squooshed against his side, shivering and sniveling, but warm and safe

Levi dries your face with the edge of his shirt and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you begin to explain your dream

The slimy creatures scaling the walls of the House of Lamentation with their slimy entrails dripping whitish goo in their wake. Eight spindly legs to each monster, sixteen sinister red eyes, and countless rows of gleaming fangs ready to take a chunk out of anyone who came too close

They managed to get into the house and they chased you and the brothers, but the otaku had tripped over a fallen suit of armor and a spider creature made its move before he could get away

At that point, you’d woken up absolutely terrified and rushed to see if Levi was ok

“But you’ve played horror games with me and we watched My Sister and I Found a Spider and Took It Home, Realizing Soon After it Was a Demon Who Eventually Escaped From the Glass Jar We Used for a House and Ate Our Toes, Transporting Us To Hell Where We Were F-”

“Yeah… I know… B-But it wasn’t that bad. I was reading one of the books Satan recommended. It was a really well-written horror story and it had very realistic pictures. I just can’t seem to get those gross monsters out of my head:(”

Your voice slowly trailed off and Levi realized what he had accomplished

You… You weren’t crying anymore!!

Also, you weren’t breathing really hard or shaking too much! Had… had this yucky otaku really calmed the human down?

*gasp* he was rubbing your back too!? And you hadn’t slapped his icky hands away?

You… you were ok with this? B-Being all snuggled up together on the beanbag chair?

“L-Levi, I-I’m ok now. I’ll leave you alone… I hope I didn’t wake you up…”

“N-No!”

“Something wrong?”

“No… I-um,” (he couldn’t let you get away now! This was perfect! He had you all to himself!! No WAY was he gonna screw this up!!) “You c-can stay a little longer if you’d like… I-I was in the middle of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible… Do you maybe want to stay and watch?”

“You don’t mind? I don’t want to intrude-”

“No! It’s fine!”

And so he fumbled with the remote and hit the play button, but couldn’t focus on a single word the protagonists were saying

You. Fell. Asleep.

On. Him.

Uh

“Maybe… Maybe MC doesn’t think I’m a… ‘yucky otaku’ after all… But don’t get your hopes up, Levi.”

Satan

He fell asleep in his chair, book resting on his chest when he heard a short, quick (almost frantic) string of taps on his door

Being a light sleeper (just like his papa), he immediately woke up to hear your voice on the other side of the door

“Satan? Are… Are you awake? *sniffle*”

It was you

What could you possibly want at this hour?

Upon opening the door, your body crashed into his own, but not before impulsively throwing your arms around his neck and breaking down on his shoulder

“M-MC? Are you alright?”

No, you weren’t

Judging by your stormy sobs and trembling figure, something must have shaken you up horribly for you to act like this

The sweet MC he knew usually kept their cool

He leads you to his big armchair and sits you down, careful to keep a firm hand on your back for support, both emotional and physical

Your eyes were wide and glassy, pupils darting to each corner of the room looking for monsters, bad demons, giant bugs, etc.

Finding none, you finally make shy eye contact with the blonde demon who has kept his arms close about you and dabbed your endless tears away until you were calm enough to speak

“MC, did you have a night terror or something?”

“*sniffle* M-hm. I-I’m sorry S-Satan, I was just so scared I c-couldn’t stay in my room all alone and you were the first person I thought of. So… I ran here. Did I wake you?”

“I fell asleep in my chair again MC. So I would have awakened during the night anyway,” He replied, “Plus, I don’t mind at all. I’m… I’m happy you came. What was your dream about?”

“It was really twisted… are you sure you want to know?”

“You’ll feel better when you talk about it and I’m always up for a story.” He smiled.

He sat back in his chair tentatively resting your head on his chest as you began describing the terrors from only minutes before

“Asmodeus and I, we watched some of those cringey teen romance movies this afternoon and somehow they morphed into a really scary dream. You and I, the rest of your brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and even Barbatos were playing spin the bottle for some reason and I landed on you, but when I kissed you, you turned to dust! Th-Then when I landed on Mammon and Beel, the s-same thing happened again, but no one seemed to notice! Th-”

Noticing you were getting worked up again, Satan rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushing you gently and assuring you that everything was fine and ‘innocent’ kissing games weren’t actually deadly

Unless they were

But he didn’t mention that to you at that moment

Instead, he cradled you in his lap and read to you until your eyelids began to droop once more for some much-needed sleep

Being the good boy he is, he tucked you into his bed

BUT

Before he could walk back to his chair

“Satan, aren’t… aren’t you gonna lay with me?” You ask, tired, sweet voice ringing in his ears, “I-If you don’t mind that is. I mean it is your bed, after all, I didn’t mean t-”

He’s blushing up to his ears at your request, but nonetheless rolls onto the mattress next to you and you snuggle up close and fall asleep almost instantly

“As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe MC.”

Asmodeus

Why… Why was he up so early? What was that noise? Wait… Where were you?

He could’ve sworn he fell asleep with you in his arms

Sitting up groggily he looked around after rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes

Something was moving and whimpering next to him, caught in a snare of fluffy blankets

The fearful cries of “Asmodeus! Oh, Asmo please don’t die! No, no, no, NO!!” broke the sweet demon’s heart

Your ragged breathing turned to a blood-curdling scream and you shot upright, but the blankets blocking your vision increased your tearful unease tenfold and you began struggling even harder against them

Taking action, Asmo tugged at the sheets, doing everything he could to help you

When your face emerged from the heap, you took a great gasp of air and immediately began sobbing your heart out

Asmo paused, knowing it unwise to approach someone who’d just escaped the clutches of a nightmare, but he couldn’t just sit there and stare at you!

Luckily, you chose that moment to look around

Your eyes met his amber ones in the semi-darkness and you tackled him, wrapping him in an impossibly tight hug

“A-ASMO!”

“Darling, wh-”

“Oh my god! I thought I killed you! I r-ruined your pretty face! You just sh-shriveled up a-and-”

“Sweetheart, hey~” He murmured, closing his arms around your back and cradling the back of your head in his hand, “Don’t cry anymore, Asmo’s here…”

His gentle comforting coos as he rocked from side to side brought your tears to a halt and soon you were able to look him in the face

Your glassy, frightened eyes had almost a look of reverence when you ever so slightly cupped your palm over his cheek, afraid he would crumble away at your caress once more

When he didn’t, you let out a shaky sigh of relief and visibly relaxed; shoving your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs and arms around him so he couldn’t escape

It was quiet for a moment

Asmodeus settled his forearms around your waist and said

“Dearest, are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know.”  You fisted his shirt in your palms and looked at him, “That was a really vivid one.”

“Tell me what it was about!” He smiled sympathetically and stroked your cheek, “I have bad dreams sometimes too, MC. If you tell me yours I’ll tell you a few of mii-iiine!”

You couldn’t help but crack a small grin as his sweet tone and nod

“Yesterday Beel told me about the one time he touched Satan’s favorite plant. He’d seen Satan pet the stalk and petals before and he wanted to do it too. (Satan is a plant dad, fight me) But when he touched it, it shriveled up and died on the spot. I… I had a dream where I touched you and you shriveled up! I tried to help you, but every time I touched you, you screamed in pain! Then… Then you died in my arms and I woke up.”

:(

You clung to the demon as he moved, lost in thought. Settling back into the abundant pillows and tugging a sheet over your shoulders, he began to speak

“That sounds absolutely terrifying! What would you do without me?”

“Asmo…”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nuzzled your cheek and hugged you tighter, “Why don’t we find a way to help you forget about it? I have a couple of suggestions… if you’d like to hear them~”

Beelzebub

He’d only been gone for a minute… or four… maybe five…? Right?

Why were you writhing around like that? You sounded like a lost little puppy and… were those tears?

“MC? Are you awake?”

No reply, just your continued whines of discontent and a steady stream of tears soaking the pillow

He dropped his snacks on the floor and carefully knelt on the edge of the mattress, putting a gentle hand on your forehead

Lucifer used to do that when he was sick, long ago when they still lived in the celestial realm. Maybe it would help you? Somehow? Hopefully?

The strangled sob that fell from your lips as you forced his hand away broke his big heart in two

Hold on, your eyes were closed! Wait, you were having a bad dream!

Throwing all caution to the wind (and not knowing the consequences of waking someone in this state) and began shaking you rather roughly, scaring you awake and making you bonk heads when you sat up too quickly

Now you were crying for more reasons than one

Your head hurt, two big scary hands had your shoulders in a tight grip, there was a large figure looming over you in the dark, your dream was still raging and replaying in your head, and it was really dark and uncomfortably warm

Even in the dim light, Beel witnessed the look of pure terror that crossed your face

You thought his heart was broken? Well it just fucking shattered

You were scared? Of him?

“MC, it’s just me! Don’t be afraid!”

He’d woken you up, but apparently he’d only made things worse…

Beel is vewy sowwy :(

Those lovely amethyst eyes…

“B… Beeley?”

“MC? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn-”

You silence the ginger demon by throwing yourself into his arms in unparalleled relief, afraid you hadn’t really woken up and the shadow of your favorite brother was just MC’s Nightmare, Continued

Happy you’re in his arms, he squeezes back with all his might and burying his face in your shoulder

“I just had the worst nightmare Beel. I’m so happy you’re here…” You murmur, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“Is your head ok?”

“M-hm.”

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Beel offers you a tissue to dry your face, but you can’t seem to stop crying

“MC, maybe if you told me about it, you’d feel better!”

His sweet, honest smile made you melt

But the contents of your dream… You looked guiltily toward the bed on the other side of the room where you knew the Avatar of Sloth was sleeping peacefully

“You… You promise not to tell Belphie?”

“What do you mean?”

“W-Well I dreamt about that time… you know… when he killed me? He gave me a hug before bed like he always does a-and I love Belphie’s hugs but I can’t help but think about... that. I feel bad, it’s the same as holding a grudge! I’m sorry Beel.”

*insert pikachu face meme* = beel

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you had the dream.”

“I know… I feel bad though. Did I wake you up?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Nuh-uh. I was already up grabbing snacks.” He pointed to the untidy pile a few feet away. “Maybe some TSL and food will bring your smile back. Don’t worry about your dream MC, the secret is safe with me. Plus, you’re only human and I guess being killed would be really scary for you. I didn’t protect you that time, but if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there before you can say Burgers from Akuzon, ok?”

The smile lifts your lips before he finishes his sentence warms his heart and puts a happy smile on his own as you give him a final squeeze and whisper

“Thanks a lot, Beeley.”

Belphegor

It is said the Avatar of Sloth could sleep through anything, even the loudest storm and the echoes of 4th of July from the human world

But when the precious human cuddled up in his arms every night begins to move around and/or whimper in fear, Belphegor is awake in minutes only to find you squirming away from him and begging to some invisible entity “Just… Just d-don’t hurt them! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please don’t hurt me I-”

The seventh born is squeezing your hand and whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you you’re safe and that it’s just a dream

Slowly opening your eyes you look around, still terrified and jumpy from your vision, but the warm hand intertwined with yours and the comforting arm around your back, plus the familiar scents of the twins’ room slowly bring you back to reality

“MC?”

“Belphie? I-Is that you?”

“Who else would it be, dummy.”

You ignore the half hearted insult and bury your face in his chest, allowing your heart to reach a normal pace and his natural scent and warmth to wash over you

“Tell me about it. Sounded pretty scary.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up Belphie, I know how you hate losing sleep…”

“Just… Be quiet and tell me your dream!”

“S-Sorry… Um, so I didn’t know you too well yet and an angel came and took the precious grimoire, but me and Beel were caught up in it and there was this whole thing with Purgatory Hall and Luke and-”

“Your stories can put me right to bed you know that? Anyway, so what happened? Did Lucifer tear the angel’s head off?” He looked rather hopeful…

“Of course not! Lucifer was gonna make me choose who I wanted to save, either Beel or Luke and I didn’t want either of them to get hurt so I said ‘both’ and Lucifer got really mad and scary and in my dream he ended up hurting Luke and Beel and he would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t woken me up.”

“You’re welcome.”

“... *sigh* Thanks for listening Belphie.”

With a sigh of his own, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder

“It was just a dream. You don’t have to be afraid, you know. I’m right here for you. Always.”

“Aww, than-”

“Forget I said that! Shut up and go to sleep!”

[adorerdraco]

Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 4

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

Summary: PART 4 ! of Draco accidentally falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and now having to deal with the reality of his Death Eater status. 

Warnings: lots of ANGST (but also tiniest bit of fluff), lots of tears, lots of emotional pain on everyone

Words: 7.5K

A/N: FINALLLYYYY i had no idea what to do with this but something finally came to me !!!! and also an ending ;( so there will only be maybe one or two parts after this one since it is a miniii series BUT FOR NOW I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS AND IGNORE ANY PLOT HOLES FROM THE ACTUAL HP UNIVERSE I TRIED MY V BEST AHHH <33333 do not own gif.

There was an unsettling sense of impending doom that washed over the Hogwarts castle in heavy rain and dark thunderous clouds. The familiar orange and bright sunlight and purple-pink sunsets were gone, the sun only making meek appearances through the thick rainy covers of the sky before disappearing into the nightfall. No one knew what was coming or what to expect. Schooling continued like normal and everyone had entrusted that whatever was the situation outside the bewitched stone walls of Hogwarts; there was no way it could get past the protection charms put in place by the all-powerful Headmaster and his fellow teachers. 

The only two people in the school who couldn’t share that same comfort with their peers were also the only ones in the school who had an inkling of what was going to happen next. The second Draco realized he had successfully mended the vanishing cabinet he had a squirming sense of regret and guilt begin to eat away at him. You felt the same burn of shame in you when you mulled over the fact that it was you who had encouraged him to keep at it even when he continuously wanted to quit. 

So now here you were, in the chilled room of requirement after finding out the cabinet worked only minutes ago, the two of you sitting in silence together on an old pile of junk while you held a shivering Draco with his face buried in your neck. There was a feeling of droplets of quiet tears falling onto your skin while you pet the top of his silver-stricken hair in reassurance and tried to hold your own tears back. The breakthrough that was supposed to be the biggest accomplishment of the young Death Eater ended up feeling like his biggest failure and it devastated him more than he could have ever fathomed.

When he had finally gathered himself together, he stood up and totteringly fixed the wrinkles on his black suit before offering you a trembling hand. You took it and allowed him to walk you out of the room and back into the empty corridors and towards the staircases. It was a silent trip down to the dungeons and you didn’t want to ask where he was taking you but you regretted not doing so when he stopped the two of you outside a certain greasy-haired Professor’s door. He brought his free hand up to the wood and let his knuckles hit against it faintly with one knock before you rushed to stop him as you yanked the two of you away from the door once you had realized how unwise this felt.

“What are you doing?!” you asked him in a hushed fearful tone.

“I have to tell Snape about the vanishing cabinet,” he responds dully.

“I don’t think he’d like me to be here when you tell him that-”

There was a sudden clicking sound, the door of the office swinging open as Snape emerged from the room with an angered expression when he saw the two of you standing there. When his dark eyes landed on you specifically, you shivered underneath his vexed gaze. It was clear, just how you had said, he did not want you there. 

“Inside, now, Draco.” He grits the demand through his teeth.

“Y/N is coming in too,” the Slytherin says quickly, earning another scowl from his Professor. He stepped aside from the door with a visible rage as you followed Draco inside to the dingy room lined with jars filled with weird unnameable objects.

Draco stopped in the middle of the room, reaching for your hand again and tightly gripping it in reassurance. You stared into his worried gray’s with fear, silently begging him to not let you go as Snape walked past the both of you.

“Do you have any idea how imprudent you are, Draco?” Snape sneered, staring down the boy beside you who kept a straight face. “Do you understand how reckless this is? How much does she know?”

“Everything, Professor,” Draco answers quietly. There was a fiery glint in Snape’s eyes as he looked towards you now, his lips curling upwards in a snarl.

“Foolish girl with an equally foolish boy,” he scowls. “You have nothing to do with any of this. You have done nothing but write yourself a death sentence all for the sake of what... love?”

“With all due respect, Professor,” you start timidly, “I knew what the consequences would be if I stayed with Draco and I will gladly accept whatever fate is in store for me for my decision. I also promise you my silence with everything I know.”

Draco squeezed your hand and glanced towards you with a sadness you were easily able to see.

“How touching,” Snape says lowly. “So you’re prepared to die at the hands of the Dark Lord? Or perhaps at the hands of his precious aunt who might get to you first?”

“Yes, I am” you stood tall when you answered, hoping to appear courageous for not only a very doubtful Snape but more for Draco who you felt cringe every time your possible death was mentioned.

He said nothing, but his mind was swarming with thoughts and plans on how he could save you from every dangerous person and outcome that tormented his surroundings. There was one constant threat after another and although he’s contemplated on it several times, there was no solution he could come up with where the two of you stayed together and you would survive. He mentally kicks himself, wishing he pushed aside his own selfish needs and never promised you he wouldn’t leave you again and he wishes now more than ever that he could. It wasn’t because he didn’t love you - it was the opposite of that. He loved you almost too much and as dreadful situations were approaching, he wished he could leave you out of the death and destruction that would soon ensue on everyone, especially you, all because of him. All because he needed you by his side for him to even feel any sense of life in him that kept him going. 

“Very well, then, I cannot stop you from these naive decisions,” Snape sighs deeply in defeat and faces the troubled blond, “and what of the vanishing cabinet?”

You felt Draco stiffen, a trembling exhale falling from his lips before responding with, “it’s done.”

“Excellent, expect their arrival soon,” he rounds his desk, stopping right above his chair, “you may leave.”

You hurriedly turned to go, tugging on Draco’s hand as you did so and the both of you drudged out of the office with a heavy sensation settling over the both of you. There was nothing either of you could do now. There was no more stalling with the cabinet, no more keeping quiet, no more hopeful possibilities that things could turn out differently.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

It was nearly physically painful to attend all your classes today. It was fake smiles and conversations that left you feeling pathetically phony -feeling like you were lying to everyone that they were going to be okay when they weren’t. You even made plans with housemates to have a little gathering in the common room later in the week to celebrate someone’s birthday and plans with friends to go study in the library with them. 

It even hurt to see your Professors, always kind and helpful, not knowing that sometime in the near future, they’ll be either fighting for their life or the lives of students at Hogwarts. 

Draco had it even worse. Not one peep from him throughout any of his classes. He was deathly quiet, walking around looking like a kicked puppy and avoided any conversation or interaction with anyone, not even eye contact. He just felt so guilty that he was going to be the reason why death would inevitably wreak havoc on so many souls. He knows eventually the dark wizard he’s resentfully following would have found a way inside the castle walls somehow - you had reminded him that countless times, but it still left him wondering what would have happened if he couldn’t fully mend the cabinet or refused to. 

Halfway through the day, he saw you in Slughorn’s class. The two of you worked diligently together through the whole lesson and when the bell rang, he gave you a small kiss goodbye before walking over to his other class. Your worried eyes followed his retreating figure, leaving you a chilling feeling as he disappeared down the hall.

During his next class, he sat in the far end of a classroom, slumped in his chair with his chin on his palm as he thought of you. He wishes he could be stronger for you, braver and less cowardly. He wished he was unafraid of consequences and could simply grab you and his mother, and eventually even his father, and just apparate to somewhere far away and hidden where the Dark Lord and his followers couldn’t get to him or those he loved. But he knew that no matter how much he wished it or try to convince himself he could; he couldn’t do it and he knows his family wouldn’t let him either. 

When classed had finally ended for the day and the corridors were packed with rushing bodies of people meeting up with their friends as they laughed and talked with a weightless glee, Draco found himself pushing past everyone like a mindless zombie as his feet mindlessly carried him throughout the school with no specific destination. There was no moment of peace in his head, just a raging battlefield of endless awful possibilities. 

You had been scurrying through the halls, hoping to find the mop of platinum blond amongst the busy crowd of people. The scene felt like a maze, twisting and turning through people and corners until you felt like you were on the edge of madness.

There was a small tap on your shoulder before a large hand had snaked down your arm and into your hand with its familiar cold grasp. You sighed in relief, your head turning softly to face your noticeably stressed boyfriend who had put on a very feeble smile for you.

“Can we go somewhere else,” he asked faintly, leaning down towards your ear as he spoke, “I can’t be here anymore.”

You nodded eagerly, moving the two of you towards the nearest exit of the castle, finally releasing a breath of fresh air when you felt your shoes sink into the soft earth below you. There was a humid and muddy smell in the air, the soil, and plants still wet from the on and off rain that had been occurring for the past few days.

Far from the school and on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, there stood a tall and sturdy tree. It was the new tree you had picked for the two of after the first fall out between you and Draco. Its trunk was thick and wide, allowing both of you to hide from anyone who passed by or saw it in the distance. The tresses of leaves nearly showered onto the ground from its long branches that twisted and turned in ways that appeared like it was trying to hug itself. It almost looked like a huge, untrimmed dome, encircling you inside its core while it protected you from unwanted attention. It was perfect.

When you finally reached it, you pushed back some of the leaves so you could walk into the dimly lit and vast space it naturally created and plopped yourself against the trunk with a deep exhale. Draco sat down with you, adjusting himself so that he could lay his head on your lap, humming comfortably when your fingers began their usual work through the soft strands of his hair.

You sat there in silence as the both of you thought, and thought, and thought. It was hard to believe that only this morning you were standing in the room of requirement with him, shocked and distressed that he had finally fixed the vanishing cabinet. Now Snape and the rest of the Death Eaters were aware of the new opening into Hogwarts, preparing to set ablaze the school with pain and some sort of destruction.

You looked down at the boy in your lap, a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows as he lied staring straight ahead, a lost look in his gray eyes that you hadn’t seen in so long.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked softly. One of your hands had trailed from his hair and rested gently on his forehead, your pinky gently trying to smooth out the crease between his eyes.

“I should have never fixed the cabinet,” he sighs and sits up to face you. You noticed the glassy look and reddened lash lines, the storming tears ready to come out at any moment.

"Draco, anything that happens next is not your fault,” you tried to reassure but it only made him feel worse.

“No, it’s not only that,” he lets out a shaky breath, letting the first tear fall that he couldn’t hold back. “I have to dedicate myself to my second task now.”

You froze as you remembered the biggest responsibility he had, demanded to him by the Dark Lord himself - the obligation of killing Dumbledore. A mere 16-year-old boy, who was in the middle of a collapsed world and broken judgments, was burdened with the worst trial of them all.

Draco shuddered at the thought, moving to sit beside you against the tree as he sat with his knees pulled to his chest and the waterfall of tears now falling freely down his face.

“I can’t kill him, I don’t want to kill him,” he lamented, “I can’t do it. He’ll kill me first before I can even try.”

You placed a hand on his arm, rubbing soothing circles into it as you let him cry and thought of what you could say. The vanishing cabinet was one thing, but this, this was a life. This was someone who is known to be the most powerful wizard of all time, the only one alive right now who the enemy truly feared. This was someone who everyone needed alive at this time. If Draco went through with this, he would never be able to recover. You know he doesn’t want to do it, at all, and having everyone else in his life nag at him in encouragement is the opposite of what he needs. You truly couldn’t give him any advice on what he can do or why he should.

“I don’t think he would,” you started quietly, trying to find the words to piece together what you wanted to say, “kill you, I mean. I think you’re so used to You-Know-Who, that, you forget Dumbledore isn't evil and is merciful. And maybe, if you stall long enough, someone else can do it? Maybe Bellatrix.”

Draco let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head at the suggestion, “my dear aunt Bellatrix more than anyone, wants me to do it.”

“I wish there was something I could do to help,” you frowned, letting the back of your head fall against the tree as you stared up at the swinging greenery above you.

“You can help by keeping yourself alive,” he sniffles, his cold hand enveloping itself in yours as he spoke. “If there was one good thing that came out of all of this, it’s you. I think you not being here on this Earth, would feel far, far worse than taking Dumbledore’s life.”

He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss onto the skin before he held it against his chest.

“I wish I could put you in a bubble and send you up above the clouds so you could watch the sky all day and be happy, and most of all safe from everything evil,” he muses, a slight smile on your lips as you listened to his wish. His fingers began twirling around the band on your wrist, the same band he had gifted you the night before when everything seemed to be okay, in a sense.

“Evil will always be here, Dark Wizards present or not,” you remind him gingerly, “just as there will always be good. It’s a balance, one can’t be here without the other.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he sighs. “But I still wish it was possible to send you away in a bubble.”

“If that was possible, you know you would come with me, right?” You turn your head, smiling at him when he met your eyes. You brought up your held hand, wiping away the stray tears that had lingered on his paled cheeks as he kept a firm grasp on your wrist.

“I would love to go with you,” he said tenderly, heart-swelling at how easy you made him feel calm and present. It was wonderous, he felt, how someone had managed to make him feel this way. He never would have thought he’d have someone who genuinely loved him and he loved back, in his love life. Especially not at this time, in this year, where he was facing his worst tribulations and turmoils. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you now staring up into the darkening grayed sky that peeked through the mess of leaves above. 

“It’s getting dark, we should probably go soon,” you mumble tiredly, noticing how the moon was already starting to make an appearance behind the heavy gray clouds. "And it looks like it's about to rain."

As soon as the words left your mouth, there was a loud cracking of thunder, the tree’s branches surrounding you suddenly shaking at the sound. You shot up to your feet, Draco following closely as the two of you heard a whining sound coming directly from the trunk of the tree. Its leaves began to move wildly in the wind that approached, more booming of thundering filling the air as a storm above began to brew. The branches began to swing carefully and more inwards as if it was alive and closing itself up from any danger that was coming from around or above it. The leaves were falling over one another, covering up any spaces in the tree that the constricting branches couldn’t cover.

“Draco,” you say timidly, reaching for his hand in fear, “is it just me, or is the tree moving?”

The space underneath the tree had shrunken significantly, it was now a small circle going around the trunk that was big enough to walk around but not enough to run through like you once could. Whatever light the outside was able to offer was now gone, the cracking and compressing branches and leaf clumps blocked out everything from the outside, including the rain that you could very loudly hear pattering against the fronds above you.

“I think its closed us in,” Draco mutters, moving you behind his back as he pulled his wand from his pocket and whispered a quick, ‘lumos,’ so that the two of you could see. He held you behind him protectively as he stepped towards the walls of the tree, pushing against the leaves and branches that were now tightly contracted together that allowed no room for escape. “We’re stuck in here - unless you want to blast a hole through it.”

“No!” you exclaim immediately. You moved away from him and walked towards the trunk of the tree, placing a gentle hand on the dry wood that still seemed to be faintly buzzing from its movement. “We’re not going to hurt it.”

“Y/N, we’re stuck in here, no one knows where we are-” he tries to reason more but you shush him quickly.

“And that’s such a bad thing?” you scoff, moving to press your ear against the wood as you tried to examine it more. You heard the same whining from earlier but much weaker now, its bellows fading now as it felt protected from the storm.

“What are you doing?” 

There was confusion written all over the blond’s face as he watched you inspect the tree, curious and concerned with your attentiveness.

“Dray, come here,” you rushed out, motioning towards you so he would hurry over. He let you grab his free hand when he reached you since his wand hand was still casting the only light around you. You placed it against the trunk of the tree with yours, a sudden vibration shooting up his arm at the contact with the wood. “The tree is a sentient. It’s alive and very aware.”

“What, so like the Whomping Willow?”

“Exactly like that, but not aggressive at all,” you nod, beaming up at him. “I think it knows we’re here too.”

For a moment, there was finally a fleeting feeling of glee as both of your worries from the outside left you, allowing reverence and excitement to fill you and spread to Draco.

“You speak tree now?” He snickers, smirking at you when you rolled your eyes.

You leaned your head against the tree, closing your eyes as you quietly thanked it for its protection from the thunder and the rain and its beauty. Draco’s gaze stayed on you, watching you with wonder and fullness in his heart. He began to question himself how someone like you was real, who was so caring with everything you touched, from nature to people. You radiated bravery, loyalty, strong intelligence, and ambition wherever you went and in every situation, you were in. 

How did I get so lucky, he kept thinking.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a bright glittering blue light, and then a purple one, then a pink, and a white. He fully looked up and inhaled faintly when he saw what they all were. 

Small translucent and thin stringy flowers of all colors that he could think of began to illuminate themselves from the many branches of the tree before floating off, dancing and twirling in the air as they descended towards the two of you. He noticed they looked nearly identical to spider lily’s - all thanks to Professor Sprout when he was forced to learn several different flowers in her class. 

He nudged you gently, pointing up to the air when you opened your eyes and you stepped away from the trunk to look around in awe. There must have been at least a hundred of them spinning and flying, their petals bouncing up and down as they carried themselves around the open area.

You reached up your palm, catching one in your hand as it landed daintily and glowed a bright rose color, its petals still lifting up and down like if it was keeping itself afloat. You turned to bring it carefully towards Draco, almost jumping up and down in excitement that it was on you. He turned off the light of his wand with an easy, ‘nox,’ putting it away now that the area was now fully lit up in beautifully twinkling lights. He smiled down at you, placing both his hands under your one as he helped you hold it up since you were nearly exploding from happiness.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” you whispered in wonder. “I didn’t even know trees could do this! Our tree!”

“I think this is only because of you, darling,” he whispers back. “You have a way of bringing dull things to life.”

Your gaze flickered up, smiling warmly at him before pushing up gently on the flower, encouraging it to fly away so you could move. You got closer to the Slytherin, his arms encircling around your waist once you were flush against him. One of the green flowers had landed on the top of his hair, settling itself carefully on him. 

“I’ve got one on me, haven’t I?” He chuckles and you nod, a bright smile on your face as you looked between him and the flower.

“It likes you,” you beam. “But, not as much as I do.”

He laughs a real laugh of delight and amusement, squeezing you delicately tighter against him. 

“Obviously.”

You stood on your tip-toes to reach his tall figure, craning your face up and pressing your lips against his in a loving match. You parted your lips and allowed his warmth to wash all over you in comfort, all thoughts being numbed at the feeling. As your lips continued to move against his, you began to feel a tickling all over your hair and whatever skin was exposed to the air. You pulled away from him curiously, gasping softly when you saw that all the flowers had flown down towards the two of you landing and sitting on you both as if they were attracted like magnets.

Draco moved one of his clasped hands from your waist up to your cheek, grinning to himself as you leaned your head into his touch. 

“I’m glad this tree has us trapped in here,” he mutters. “I wouldn't want to be anywhere else with the one I love.”

“I love you more, Draco.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

The two of you awoke to the sound of cracking wood and swooshing leaves, a cold breeze following quickly as it encompassed you. You gradually opened your eyes, seeing that the tree was expanding and moving back to its original state and appearing back to normal. Carefully sitting up, you realized the flowers were gone, there was no sight of them anywhere. If it wasn’t for Draco being there with you, you would’ve thought you imagined the whole thing.

Speaking of the said boy, he groaned beneath you, balled fists going up to his closed eyes as he began to rub his sleep away. The early morning light had streamed through weakly through the clouds and through the leaves onto you. 

“I wonder if anyone looked for us,” you yawned carelessly, standing up and flattening down the wrinkles on your clothes. You outstretched your hands and back, deeply exhaling at the feeling of relief from the ground below you.

“Probably,” Draco answered sleepily, standing himself up and wiping himself off of all dirt and grime. “We should go back now before it locks s in again.”

You skipped over to the trunk of the tree, placing your hand on it once again and whispering to it a tender, “thank you.”

You could’ve sworn it whined something back, but you brushed it off at your drowsiness and continued towards the castle with Draco.

The two of you walked quietly hand in hand to your common room, stopping outside of it with a sigh as you read a clock on a far-away wall.

7:42 AM

“How long have we been out?” You question fearfully.

“No idea,” he yawns. “Must have been a very long time though.”

Draco freezes in his spot, feeling his body crawl with what felt like tiny spiders when he saw who was standing at the end of one of the nearby corridors, a scowl on his face when they made eye contact.

“Go inside and get yourself cleaned up and ready for the day, love,” he rushed out, placing a quick kiss on your forehead and parted lips as he nudged you towards the entrance. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

You tiredly nodded, giving the required password to the common room before sneakily stepping inside and tip-toeing towards your room.

When the doors finally closed and you were gone, Draco turned down the corridor and started towards a furious Snape down the way. The raven-haired man stayed glued where he stood, patiently waiting for the young Death Eater to approach him so he could swiftly unleash hell on him.

“I have been searching for you all night,” Snape snapped lowly. “Where did the two of you run off to?”

“We got stuck somewhere, but I’m here now,” Draco answers, staring into the accusatory eyes in front of him. 

“You better hope you kissed her your final goodbye,” he snarls. “They’re coming tonight, and you must carry out your last duty - tonight.”

“Tonight?” Draco echoes emptily, feeling like whatever happiness he had left in his body from last night was slowly trickling down his body and out into the floor like a sad, melted popsicle.

“Yes, and after tonight you will no longer be a student here,” Snape reminds with a hushed tone. “Miss Y/L/N cannot follow you. I hope you understand that. it would be incredibly dangerous for you and her.”

“No,” Draco begins to shake his head in refusal, his heart dropping to his stomach as the realities began to set in. “I don’t want to leave her, I don’t know how.”

“I think it’s time you start figuring out how,” his Professor suggests inconsiderately. “Room of requirement at nightfall, you’re opening up the cabinet for them so they’re able to transport. Come alone and prepared to leave the school.”

Before Draco could try to argue, Snape brushed past him and disappeared down the corridor and past a corner, leaving behind a pain-stricken boy who was stupidly in love with someone he couldn’t find in him to let go.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Something was off and unsettling, you noticed. You weren’t sure where it came from, but you felt it eat away at you even though nothing had happened to you. You came home feeling wonderful from an impromptu dreamy night with Draco, completely love-struck and ditzy and halfway through your shower was when it was all washed away and replaced with dread.

You wondered if this is somehow how Draco was feeling before deciding against your gut.

I’m not a mind reader, you thought repeatedly.

It was odd how you saw him nowhere around the school, even more, odd when you hadn’t seen him in your shared Potions class that left you partnering up with your friend who didn’t mind the on and off switching. She asked you eagerly about your disappearance, expecting juicy details but was immediately bored when you gave her a watered-down story of what had happened.

“Oh, we were just watching the stars and accidentally fell asleep outside,” you lied, trying to force excitement in your voice to make the story more believable.

“That’s it?” she deadpanned. “You guys are so boring. Also, what if something attacked you guys? The Forbidden Forest is right there.”

You rolled your eyes, secretly wishing the two of you really were a simple boring couple and not facing the most life-threatening and scariest adversities. 

“I’m sure one of us would’ve woken up if we heard something,” you shrug and she sighs, shaking her head.

There was still no sign of him after this class. And there was still no sign of him after the rest of the schooling day had ended.

You sat with your friends in the bumbling busy courtyard, listening to them quietly as they chatted happily. You were worried out of your mind, the pit in your stomach growing wider when you saw Draco’s familiar group of Slytherins gathered together in the distance, not a single platinum head in sight.

As the day continued into the evening and people were making their trip over to the Great Hall, you made up a quick excuse to your friends and broke off from them to scourge the school in its emptiness. It was quickly getting dark, you finally decided to follow your instincts and let yourself bound down the stoned staircase towards the even darker lit dungeons. It was empty and cold, a dooming atmosphere for no apparent reason.

As you were about to turn around, you heard the door to the Slytherin common room open and relief flooded you when you saw Draco emerge from the exit with a new black suit on, perfectly styled and gelled hair, and a somber expression on his face. He looked paler than usual, almost gray, the way he looked when you had found him that day in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom with a curse ravaging his body.

“Draco!” You called out to him excitedly, running towards him and wrapping your arms around him tightly when you reached him. He felt rigid underneath your touch, a distant look in his eyes as he looked down at you quickly. “Where have you been all day?”

“I’ve had to take care of some stuff,” he murmurs in response.

“Are you okay?” You ask carefully as you observed him. He was cold, emotionally, and physically. He resembled his house’s ghost, the Bloody Baron, cold and angry with hidden despair - just without all the blood. 

“I’m fine.”

You stepped away from him at his answer, peering up at him in confusion at his sudden aloofness. 

“I need to tell you something,” he ends up breathing out after a moment of awkward tension. His hand wraps around your forearm instead of his usual spot in your hand, nearly dragging you towards an empty classroom that was a few feet away from where you both stood.

He closed the door warily behind him once the two of you were inside, the dingy lamps in the room automatically lighting up when they sensed a presence so you wouldn’t be left in the dark.

“So, what do you need to tell me?” You begin to wring your hands in distress, not feeling hopeful under his miserable gaze.

“We need to end this, here, right now,” he spits out quickly, a troubled expression taking over his features as soon as the words left his lips.

There was a thick silence that fell over the room, a heavy tension that grew with every passing second was bursting at the seams of the walls. You couldn’t think straight, your heart feeling like it had fallen into your back and your stomach bubbling dangerously with bile you desperately wanted to release.

“What do you mean,” you ask stupidly. The tiniest piece of you was desperately hoping that he had meant something completely different than your relationship.

“You and me,” he pointed between the two of you brokenly. “I have to kill Dumbledore tonight, and then I have to leave.”

“I’ll go with you,” you promptly offer, nodding in agreement with yourself.

“You can’t,” he asserts sadly, walking up to you and placing both hands on either side of your biceps, gripping you tightly in place as if you were toppling over. “Y/N, this is the one time you can’t help me. If you come with me tonight, someone will hurt you.”

You stared up at him in dread, relentless tears streaming down your face as he stared back at you with the same look. He was breaking apart, his insides shriveling up in agony while he spoke and continued to hurt you.

“But when will I see you again?” you cry out hoarsely, letting your head fall against his chest as he moves to hug you tightly.

“I don’t know,” he whispers out. 

“Draco, please let me come with you,” you begin to plead into the jacket of his suit. “I’ll hide, transfigure me into a goblet, anything! Just please don’t leave again. You promised!”

“I can’t,” he shakes his head. You felt his hot tears land onto the top of your hair, adding more fuel to your anguish. “You have to stay here, in this room, until I’m gone.”

“Are you that dense?” you cry wildly, pushing yourself away from him as you gave him a look of pure anger. “You expect to let me wait here like a sitting duck while I could be out there helping you somehow.”

Draco watched you with remorse, his hand reaching into his suit pocket before drawing his wand out on you with a vigorous trembling hand. You gasped, quick to reach for your own with the same shakiness before it was thrown out of your grasp the second you pointed it at him.

“Expelliarmus,” he said quickly, voice matching his hand. He looked at you painfully again before sputtering out, “locomotor mortis.”

Your legs locked together from beneath you, sending you tumbling backward into an empty desk beside you. You caught yourself on the edges of the desk, staring agape at a shuddering Draco a few feet away.

“I’m sorry,” he cried hard, “I’m so sorry, but I have to keep you safe.”

“Draco, I swear,” you wailed out in despair, “if you leave me here, I will never forgive you.”

Draco halted, contemplating his next move for only a minute. His heart thudding fast against his chest, yearning to give into you as he weighed out his options. He swallowed thickly and turned on his heel towards the door. When his hand landed on the brass handle, he turned back one more time to look at you and felt his world completely and irreversibly shatter.

You were in hysterics, legs stuck together and your hands barely being able to hold yourself up on the desk. You had a despondency about you now, weeping strongly in heartbreak that was caused by him.

He speedily opened the door and threw himself out, shutting it tightly once again and placing his wand against the handle.

“Colloportus,” the lock chimed with a magnifying and powerful click.

He let his head quietly fall against the door, tormenting himself further when he heard your continued cries and now yelling out a pained, “you promised!”

Nothing was holding him together now as he ripped himself away from the door and began his walk to the room of requirement. There was no more hope, no more tranquility, no more comfort. He couldn’t run back to you at the end of the night and let you heal him with soft reassurances and tender kisses. He couldn’t feel your hug anymore or the way you’d lull him to sleep after a rough day with your hands in his hair. It was all gone, all of it. Including you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You don’t know how long you cried or when you had fallen to the floor and accidentally fallen asleep in your hopelessness.

When you finally woke up, the room was especially dark now, the lights having been dimmed to nothing as the room had thought you were gone. All you could feel was grief and dejection, everything you knew and loved had been torn away from you; because it was.

When you subsequently felt some of your energy return, you rolled yourself around the floor, extending your arm to grab onto something sturdy so you could hoist yourself up and begin looking for your wand. Luckily, the lights lit up again when they sensed your figure begin to hop around the room, allowing you to search much more easily.

You hopped down each row of scattered desks, searching high and low for where your wand might have been thrown when you were disarmed. You mentally cursed Draco again for the thousandth time that night, the throbbing in your body growing stronger while you thought of how he had left.

You found yourself regretting the bluff you threw at him, feeling stupid now that he was gone with the idea that you might hate him. You regretted letting your rage and sadness get to you, yelling at him things you didn’t mean all because you were angry he was trying to do to protect you.

Stuck in your head and mindlessly hopping towards the front of the room where Draco had hit you with both spells, you didn’t see your wand under your shoe until it had rolled out from underneath you, sending you falling into a set of desks that were lined up behind you. 

The impact of the fall barely phased you, weakly shifting yourself upright and bending over and outstretching a hand towards your wand. When you finally felt it between your fingers, you dragged it towards you and into your grasp before hurriedly pointing it towards your legs and muttering the counter-curse to unbind yourself. Once you felt the feeling back in your legs, you jumped up and ran towards the door only to slam against it, unknowing to you that Draco had also spelled the door before he left.

“Arse,” you mutter, touching your wand against the lock and speaking out a clear, “alohomora.”

When you stepped out into the gloomy freezing corridor of the dungeons, you knew something was wrong. It was clear in the air that something awful had just happened, every feeling of sadness seeping deep into the stone of the castle.

You flew up the stairs, running as fast as you could towards the Quad where everyone was gathered like zombies. Your legs continued carrying you out, looking up at the sky to see a huge Dark Mark painted in the grayed clouds above. Your gut was screaming at you the reason why, but you didn’t want to believe it until you had seen the evidence of your thoughts lying on the ground not far from you.

It was Dumbledore, motionless, and gone.

Harry was sitting above him, Ginny hugging him tightly as he cried quietly. You felt your tears prick your eyes, feeling guilty that you had known all along what was going to happen, guilty that you couldn’t do anything to stop it, guilty that there was no one to challenge against the evil that doomed the wizarding world, guilty that you couldn’t help Draco against it.

You kept telling yourself he couldn’t have done it, he couldn’t have, but it was clear as day - the scene in front of you. You swallowed the lump in your throat, allowing yourself to cry with your school in grief, crying even more while the second loss you experienced tonight had begun to work itself back into your tears.

And when everyone had cleared out, and it was just Harry and a few others, including some Professors, you begrudgingly made yourself walk up to the group. It was hard, seeing Harry and his friends stare at you with a look you couldn’t quite place. A look between pity and something unidentifiable.

“I’m sorry,” you let out hoarsely to Harry as you finally neared them. “I know this must be hard for you.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he answered awkwardly. “I saw it happen, you know.”

“Oh,” you frown, rubbing your sweaty palms against your jeans as you waited for him to curse you out, to yell at you for Draco’s wrongdoings and murderous feat. But he didn’t. He only stared at you sadly.

“If you wanted to know,” he began, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he spoke, “Malfoy didn’t do it, he couldn’t.”

There was a solace that ran deep within you at the revelation. A shaky exhale quietly falling from your lips while you tried to hide your relief. You silently thanked the stars for sparing Draco, knowing now that there was still hope he could be saved.

“So then who did it?” You ask timidly.

“Snape,” he shook his head glumly, “it was Snape.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

There was a loud snapping sound ringing throughout the Malfoy Manor as Draco apparated inside the living room with his mother, clutching tightly onto her as he stumbled over his feet, feeling sick to his stomach and distraught at everything he had to live through that night. 

He fell to his knees, backing himself up against a wall as he began clutching at his chest, gasping desperately for air as his panic attack had started to tear away at him. He was breathing erratically, tears falling from his eyes in rivers as he tried to remove the suit jacket that felt too tight against him.

Narcissa Malfoy looked down at her son, fear and sorrow suddenly undertaking her as she bent down to sit in front of him. She was momentarily glad she felt the need to meet the others near the outskirts of the school’s failing barrier, instantly grabbing Draco from the group when everyone was planning on staying longer for further destruction. One broken look on his face was all she needed to whirl the two of them out of there and back into their large empty house.

“Breathe, Draco,” she said softly, placing a warm hand on his wet cheek as he continued to sob. “Breathe.”

“I left her,” he choked out through his tears, “mother, I left her!”

“Who?” Narcissa asked, puzzled. “Who did you leave?”

But he didn’t answer her. He only cried harder and it didn’t stop even though his mother was holding him reassuringly in her embrace. She swiftly realized that there was more than he was letting on, and she knew that these weren’t only tears from what had happened with his failed task, she knew his tears mostly came from an ache deep within his heart, from an anguishing love.

“I left her there!” He cried loudly in her arms, clutching onto her tightly as he continued to struggle for his breath and sanity. She felt her own heart begin to break, wishing so deeply she could remove all hurt that stabbed at him.

“Draco, my love,” she tried again gently, “who did you leave?”

“Y/N,” he croaked out, “I left Y/N.”

PART 5

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[stanknotstark]

Truth Serum

Hello everyone! My name is Amber and I’m not new to writing however I am new to actually posting my writing but recently I really got back into Loki with all the trailers dropping and stuff and I’ve had so many ideas crossing my mind so I figured I’d write some of my ideas out and post them here! Honestly this is my first time writing for Loki so he might be a bit OOC until I really get him under my buckle! This piece doesn’t have a lot of Loki in it because I’m also testing out writing with more than two people getting focus so I apologize in advance but I’ll probably write the 2nd piece tomorrow where Loki confronts ‘you’. Enjoy! Gif not mine!

You had just finished sweeping and mopping in Tony’s lab because there was glass on the ground. The only abnormal thing was that there was opalescent liquid in-between all the broken glass, your guess was that it must have been in some vial for safe keeping meaning you should have been careful. 

Should. Key word right there.

Realizing you had gotten some of the mystical liquid on yourself you quickly finished up cleaning then found Tony who was visiting with Steve in the living room. 

“Tony, Tony, Tony,” You incessantly said in a sing song voice as you approached, “Heya, Stevo.”

“Look there was a broken vial in your lab and you know I was down there for my blueprints and while cleaning said broken glass the liquid might have touched my skin....”

Tony frowned and Steve’s eyes widened and looked at Tony.

“Listen just tell me if I’m dying or not?”

Tony stood there staring at your face for another few seconds before you literally saw the realization hit him like a bus. Tony smiled.

“You know I’ve always had this question in the back of my brain since you said your blueprints were apparently....’Only meant for clearance level 10s’ I think I remember you saying...”

You frowned at Tony and shrugged, “I mean...no one is level 10 so don’t be offended...What does that have to do with this?”

“What exactly are those precious blueprints?”

You were going to give a witty remark but suddenly it was like word vomit and you couldn’t stop the next words from flowing out of your mouth, “They’re a new helmet I’m making for Loki that include audio, kinda like headphones, so he can listen to his favorite Mid-guardian books while on missions with us.”

Tony smirked which then turned into a full on smile before letting out a laugh. Steve looked at you with a confused puppy look on his face. You, unfortunately, realized what that liquid was.

“Tony I swear to God if that liquid I touched was a truth serum I’m literally going to castrate you!”

Tony, still laughing, put his hands up in a surrendering way and shook his head.

“I’m not the one that decided to clean up a mysterious liquid in my lab, of all places, without proper cleaning gear!”

At this point everyone in the room was looking at you three. Natasha and Clint were on one couch in the living room, Loki sat with his legs criss cross, back to the window overlooking NYC, and Wanda and Vision sat on the opposite couch from Natasha and Clint. The only two missing were Thor and Bruce. Much to your luck as you looked around at everyone, you realized they all overheard Tony because they all had mischievous smirks crossing their faces.

“STOP! I’ll answer questions BUT nothing too personal please...” You said putting on your best puppy eyes and giving an exasperated sigh. Surprisingly enough you looked at your crush, Loki, and saw he was the only one without a mischievous smirk, for once. He did however put down the book he had been reading and instead had a focused look on his face as he played with the green magic floating between his hands. No one else paid him any mind though.

“Who’s your favorite Avenger?” Natasha shot out leaning back into the couch with a smirk.

“Tony.”

“YES!” Tony shouted pumping a fist into the air.

“Why?” Natasha asked.

“Because he’s like a dad to me, not to mention he makes us really cool gear meaning I don’t have to slave away in the lab by myself anymore.” You rolled your eyes as you finished the sentence. Tony beside you pulled you into a gut crushing hug and said, “Awe, FRIDAY can you put up adoption papers on my computer in the lab and set a reminder to fill them out later today?” 

“Tony, stop, God, you’re embarrassing.” You pushed from his hug, blushing. 

“For some reason I’m not really surprised.” Nat said shrugging. 

You giggled and made your way to the middle of the room, taking a seat in an available love seat, Tony and Steve coming to stand behind it. 

Next Wanda sat up with an excited look on her face and asked, “Who do you think is the strongest Avenger?” 

Thor walked in and gave a hearty chuckle, “Me, of course!”

“No, actually, I think it’s a tie between you, Wanda, and Loki.”

“What, no no, surely you’re mistaken, dear?” Thor said now chuckling nervously.

Steve smiled over to him and shrugged, “No, Thor, she accidentally touched a truth serum, this is as honest as she’ll ever be buddy.”

“Why am I one of the strongest Avengers?” Loki asked, his hands still playing with the magic but his complete attention on you.

“Your magic may not be on Wanda’s par, at least what I know about it, but you’ve endured quite the amount of emotion grief and came out on top so I guess I see you as the strongest, emotionally...” You finished with a wince since it kind of aired out Loki’s dirty laundry and was a bit mushy if you were being honest. Loki hummed but went back to focusing on his magic. 

Thor frowned then a happy look over took his face, “Are you in love with anyone in the room?”

“Whoa!”

“Thor!”

“Wait, Thor!”

You laughed out loud and let the answer go freely, unconsciously glancing back to Loki who wasn’t looking at you but had a raised brow and seemed to only be half focusing on the green magic cloud in his hands, “Yes.”

“Thor buddy that’s a bit personal.” Tony said, an eyebrow raised in a disappointed dad sort of way. 

“My apologies!” Thor said making his way to the kitchen, “I hear a Poptart calling my name, perhaps a smores today.”

“Is it fair to say we may ask questions about this love interest considering it’s one of us?” Vision asked with a vexed look on his face. 

Loki cleared his throat and everyone gave him attention, “Perhaps we should keep that as a restricted topic considering she did say nothing too personal?”

You weighed the pros and cons in your head, while you were nervous for Loki to find out it was him maybe this was the way to get it out in the open. Lord knows you would take advantage of it considering every time you spoke with Loki nowadays you turned into a blabbering mess and tended to leave every conversation read in the cheeks from fluster and embarrassment. 

“I don’t mind you asking questions but don’t out right ask me his name.” You said deciding to get this over with. 

“Well we can cut out Natasha and Wanda then.” Tony said catching onto you saying him. “Reindeer games what on Earth are you doing anyways?”

Loki glanced at Tony and smirked, “Nervous?”

Tony frowned and backed up a bit, “You know, I wasn’t but I am now...”

Loki chuckled and went back to focusing on his magic flowing freely between his fingers and pulsing between his hands now, “Nothing that will harm anyone, Stark, don’t get your britches in a bunch.” 

You smiled at Loki then looked around at everyone, “Ok, hit me!”

“I know you said don’t ask a name but you did just say Tony was a father figure I was hoping you didn’t...” Clint started and ended softly with fear in his eyes.

Seeing as it wasn’t a full question you didn’t feel word vomit coming up but decided to play around with Clint since he never ceased to prank you all the time.

“I might have a daddy kink...” You said looking up at Tony, trying your best to give him a lustful look but couldn’t hold in your laughter when Clint started gagging, “No, Clint, it’s not Tony.”

You laughed a bit when you heard Tony let out a heavy sigh of relief. You then brought a hand up and covered your giggle when Clint said a tiny, “Oh thank god.”

“I swear, it better not be Vision, he’s mine!” Wanda said suddenly with wide eyes.

“Not vision.” You responded. 

You could feel Tony’s fingers behind you rhythmically tapping on the leather love seat, showing his growing impatience. 

“It’s not Steve, Tony.” You said trying to placate the man since he had told you in confidence that he was trying to find a good way to ask the man out. 

“You realize that only leaves Clint...and me, right?” Loki said with an unsure smirk. You gave the man a smile and stood up. Loki had finally finished playing with his magic, halfway through you realized what he had been doing seeing as you felt the truth serum slowly letting up in you. He had finally worked out the chemicals from your system and you were back to normal. 

“Unfortunately I’m not outright telling you all who it is, if you haven’t been paying attention to me recently that’s on you.” You said before heading towards the kitchen, Loki still smirking as he watched you walk away.

“I feel a smores Poptart calling my name too.” 

After you had disappeared Clint cleared his throat and looked at Loki, “It’s totally me, sorry i mean have you seen these guns, Loki? You have nothing on me.”

Loki chuckled and picked his book back up, “I think I have more to offer than you think Clint, but keep telling yourself it’s you if it helps that mortal brain of yours sleep at night.” 

[i-writes-things]

The Secret.

Part 7 Finale pt.1

Avengers x Fem!reader

(+ \) Platonic, Angst

summary- The newest Avenger keeps a big secret from the rest if the team....

Warnings- swearing, mentions of death, Gunshots and torture 

I made this gif*

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? ha! I am Zemo, Baron Zemo. I hear you are a Avenger now?" he asks "no?" he asks again

...

"Well if your not going to talk to me then you just might respond when we put your son, Jake on. hmm, how does sound."

"I'm not telling you anything!" You shout at Zemo

~~~~~

Natasha speed walks down the halls of the Compound into the kitchen, stopping to talk with them about you.

"Guys-"

"Nat, glad you could make an appearan-"

"Y/n is missing, and I think I know where." she says worriedly

There are many responses to this, but mainly concerned faces

---

"No that won't work it's Hydra-" Natasha responds

"Knew it!" says Steve pointing to Tony

The team comes up with a plan and heads to your last known location, which funny enough is where you are.

~~~~~

"Aggh!" You scream as the electricity runs through your nervous system, leaving you extremely exhausted.

"You feeling ready to talk yet?" Zemo asks politely, but his demeanor only makes you more angry with him

You hesitate, but shake your head "no" you snap at him

"Well we have tortured you enough physically." He chuckles and walks out of the room, leaving you to be confused.

Two men enter and slap duck tape over your mouth and tie your hands together as tight as possible, they lead you out of the room.

Hearing only the silent footsteps of the two men and your breathing

You know now isn't the best time, but probably the only time you will have the chance.

One of the two men would be luckier than the other in this situation.

Knocking one to the ground and kicking the other in the groin, both going to the ground but that wasn't enough, they would get back on there feet any second, you had to think fast...

It felt like hell, but you kept pulling your hands through the rope, giving you a burning sensation in your hands as you kept going, one of them was getting to there feet.

"Com- Come on" you groaned to yourself

The guy pulled you away from the hook on the wall that you had the rope on trying to pull it off of your hands.

But in his doing so, your hands slipped through the rope and you got straight to work, elbowing the man and pinning him against the opposite wall punching the shit out of him, he fell to the floor unconscious.

The other man still on the ground holding his groin in pain. You hit his groin again over his hands and punching him in the face, knocking the lights out of him. You finally put the two in a closet together and left..

~~~~~

"So, Hydra really has her?" Thor asks in disgust

"I think so." Natasha says giving him a sad look.

"And her 'son' what about him, is he here?" Tony asks.

Steve is looking at Natasha for an answer.

"That, I don't know." She looks down, mad at herself for not trying to find him first for you.

---

The east wing is quiet. Should it be this quiet Romanoff?" Steve asks through comms

"For Hydra, they sure as hell know how to hide." she responds

"It seems the western side of this 'base' is also quite soundless." Thor says quietly

"Hey, Natasha there are a few life forms coming up ahead, they look pretty immobile, though." Bruce says obstervantly looking at his screen from the Quinjet

"Ahead, where?" she asks Bruce "The closest closet, up to your left."

She opens the door, gun in hand.

"They're unconscious, Banner. Could Y/n have done this?"Natasha asks the team

"Maybe." Tony sounds sure

"That silly misguardian, what has she done now." Thor says lovingly

"A total possibility." Steve responses with everyone else

"She sure as hell tried." Clint says finally speaking up "I was going through Hydra's camera footage, and there is some alarming stuff going on, in the North wing, I-" He grunts, taking a few steps back "I'd love some team spirt, and some help..." He says almost yelling with heavy breaths over comms

"On our way Clint." Steve reassures Clint, as everyone heads to the North wing in the HYDRA base

~~~~~

"Clint watch out!" You yell going to tackle him out of the way, but instead he gets sucker punched in the face by non other than Revenger Steve. You end up tackling him instead. You both on the ground, you go at him punching the shit out of his "pea brained asshole!" type of face, but before you are able to do enough damage, another Revenger pulls you off Steve. Throwing you against the opposite wall.

"Th- thor is that you?" You say head swirling.

"No. I am ThunderMan." Revenger Thor says steadily, picking you up in the air by your throat.

"Wel- your-" You gasp for air trying to break his grasp around your neck

Finally. The rest of your team was making there way into the room, slightly confused.

Natasha didn't waste time she charged Revenger Thor and got him off you in seconds.

Gasping for breath you thank her.

"Nat. They have- Robot versions of all of us.." You breath out "There clothes are different colors though."

"Is your son here?" she asks, kneeling over you

More Revengers come crashing through the ceiling as she shields you from the ruckus.

"If they do, I know where. I'll be fast." You say fast

"No. Your not going alone." Natasha says stopping you, giving you the look knowing it was her or you weren't going at all.

"Me and Y/n are headed to find her son, we'll be back Rogers." She smirks, running with you out of the room and down the hall.

~~~~~

The chaos that was now behind you and Natasha, knowing the guys would be fine without you, you relax, not fully though your son was probably in danger.

"Y/n/n?" Natasha asks you innocently

"Hmm?" You look over at Natasha walking with her down a long hallway

"Why didn't you tell us?" she was looking at you now

"I didn't want the world to know about him, the danger this job brings to me, is so great already. I couldn't pull him into that danger, the thought that he might be kidnapped at any moment, that's too much stress for me.." You chuckle looking at the tiled flooring ahead of you

"So I'm guessing, all the late meeting arrivals and being so stressed on missions. They all pertain to him, Jake?" She asks and you look up to her at his name.

"Yeah." You chuckle it off again, but there is only silence from her "Sorry. For everything. I should told you guys so much earlier about Jake and I just didn't, it was a shitty mistake, I'm sorry Nat." you say flatly turning a corner, finally realizing where the room is, before Nat could say anything else to you, you were going at a run to the sadly familiar door.

"Y/n?!" Natasha shouts at you as you stumble to open the door

"They- kept him her-" The door swings open with a loud slam against the wall.

You couldn't believe the site. Jake was sitting a chair, in a large glass tube, looking extremely scared til he noticed his mommy was in front of him.

Natasha is shocked walking up next to you.

"Is that-?" She asks shaken

"Yes-" You breath out

"Momma!" Jake shouts in joy

"Momma look!" He pointed to his head

"Hat!" He had a hat on, one you knew too well.

"No!" You shout and run up to the glass, breaking it after a few good punches to a weak spot.

Zemo runs in yelling, shots are fired, but from who and at who you don't know yet, all that matters is that Jake is alright..

He is crying by the time you pick him, holding him close, telling him "It's ok... It's ok, baby. Mommy's here." You hold him and seeing that Natasha had shot Zemo a few different times and took out 5 or so Hydra minions, She looked at the site of you with your son, she was happy for you, but all of you had to leave. Now.

~~~~~

"Tony? Are you Tony or are you Tony?!" "It's me Sir Captain O captain!!" Yelled one of the Tony's waving there arms in the air, Steve immediately obliterating that Tony.

"How'd you know that wasn't me, Cap?" Tony asking now fighting robot Thor.

"You don't talk like that, Stark." He says breaking off Revenger Nat's full left arm and hitting her with it to the ground.

"You know Rogers, I didn't think you would betray me this fast." Robot Natasha says flirtatiously to him as Steve finally pulls the cords out of her head.

Her voice breaks up and finally goes off line, as Revenger Steve picks up Steve and pushes him up against a wall.

"You touch my girlfriend again, I'll kill you." Revenger Steve exclaims

"She already is big guy." Steve says upsetting Revenger Steve further, and punches Steve full force leaving him stunned and trying to regain his strength, but the kicking, punches and shield body slams are not helping at all.

"Clint you seem to be quite out breath?" Thor asks him trying to hold Revenger Hulk away from everyone

"Yeh, I am one of the only Avengers that doesn't have a super power, so yeah I'm getting tired Thor." He says flatly, shooting a few arrows at Revenger Hulk.

"We could use Banner, right about now!" Tony yells "Where is he anyway?"

"He's out in the Quinjet. Tony you literally were the one to make him stay there." You say over comms rushing down the long hallway back towards everyone, Natasha stops you in the middle of the hall.

"Go. Get Bruce for us will you?" She looks down at Jake and back up to you. "Get Jake..." Jake looks up at Natasha at his name "..and yourself safe in the Quinjet, we can handle this." she says pointing her thumb to the chaos that was right ahead.

She smiled sincerely at you, something she hadn't done in a long time. You returned it quickly. Yelling over your shoulder to not die at Natasha as you and Jake leave to get Bruce.

~~~~~

On your way out you hear someone groaning in pain.

You walk into the room, the same room you had just taken Jake from.

Seeing Zemo lying on the ground with a shot in his leg and two in his stomach, blood flooded the ground

"Y/n. Help me." He groans out

You look down at him, hand over Jake eyes so he doesn't have to see the gruesome site that is a dying Zemo.

"No." You say steadily "Hydra will die, as with you." you says flatly and leave

---

"Bruce! Bruce! They need the Hulk. Now." You say running into the Quinjet

"You have a so-??" You set Jake down to push Bruce out of the huge jet, watching him run off, turning into The Hulk and jumping over the building to go fight.

You quickly make sure Jake is inside the jet before putting it on lock down.

After a few minutes

"Mommy?" Jake whines

"What's up?" You ask him looking over the controls of the jet.

"You were all gone." he says upset that you weren't there for him.

You stop what you were doing and pull him in for a kiss on the cheek "I know I was, and they won't ever get to us again, ok?" he nods in response and you hug him close hearing the faint crash of Hulk breaking into the base

~~~~~

"AAAGGGGGGG!!" Hulk swings in crashing a new hole in the ceiling towering over the other smaller Revenger Hulk, Smashing him to bits in seconds.

He didn't know the difference of who was who, so Barton and Stark almost got smashed, but Thor was the one to throw the Revengers at Hulk so he could just smash them, this worked for maybe 10 minutes before he smashed Thor into the ground.

Leaving everyone horrified, Hulk yelled and jumped out of the large room, hearing him stomp on the floor above them, dust falling from the ceiling as he went by.

So far only Natasha, Hulk, Thor, and Tony was down on the Revengers, and only Clint and Steve to go which was a very unfair fight, but there robots why would they care.

So they fought. It was a quick fight, Natasha fighting Revenger Clint to the ground, and Steve punching the fuck out of em. Thor threw his hammer at Revenger Steve, which turned out he caught it. Throwing it back at Thor, knocking him out. Clint shot the last strike to his Robot. Revenger Steve was going to be a bit more trouble, once he got sight of Natasha he melted thinking that was his girlfriend. Steve got jealous of himself. Steve finished Revenger Steve off in a matter of minutes.

Finally done battling, they all rushed to the Quinjet.

~~~~~

Everyone walks onto the Quinjet wrapping you and Jake into a group hug.

They all went there separate ways to clean wounds or get the Quinjet out of here, you go and sit the launch bay, It was quiet there. Jake needed to sleep, after being up for almost 2 days straight.

Natasha had finally found you.

"You know, I have missed you." She says and you look up at her

"Well, I haven't been very far." You look back down at your sleeping son

Nat comes sits next to you

"I'm just glad your safe, Y/n/n"

"I'm just glad we are on good terms again Nat."

She gives you a side hug

"I'll leave you two alone, and Tony said he was having a party later tonight, I don't know why in gods name he would have a party right now, but it's Tony so." She slightly smiles at you, doing the same you watch her leave

Finally looking down at your sleeping son, Jake, you smile

"Were finally safe." You say quietly to him and kiss his forehead

Your secret was safe, with the Avengers, you knew they would protect you forever.

Ahhhhh!! ‼️ This story was very fun to write and if anyone has any requests I would love to hear them I mainly do platonic stories!! ❤️❤️ I can try to write for any marvel character but the ones on my master list are the characters I am most familiar with!





[askforimagineoroneshot]

My hero (Sasha Banks X woman!Reader)

Anon: could you do a Sasha Banks x female reader :) where sashas gets attacked 2 on 1 and the reader debuts to the main roster to help

Gifs are not mine. Imagine is!

Also it is shorter because I have a lot of things on my plate thanks to my college degree that I am finishing right now. Also I still live with my family so it is annoying and I don't have too much time because of it.

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Reader's point of view

I am so nervous right now. Tonight is a really important and big night for me and my career. For the first time I will be performing for WWE. And not only that. I am now finally with the same brand as my girlfriend. Not many people know about us. And to be honest it's for the best. Not only for the reason fans don't get to talk shit about us but also the company sometimes has issues with it. Which I get in a way. They want performers in storylines which is hard if people are dating openly in the company.

I am in the WWE arena right now. I am supposed to have a big moment with Alexa.We got a promo to do tonight.  I love that girl. We have been friends since we met in NXT. I never had a problem with her. And I know her for years now. She helped me with my decision to move to another company.

“How are you feeling?” I hear a voice behind me. I know that voice since I already live with this person.

“I am well surprisingly.” I am honest with the blue haired girl since she could read me really well.

“You got this. I trust you and not just because I love you. I know what you are capable of. You will be great.” she smiles at me with her million dollar smile.

“Well, thank you but don't say that at loud. Someone could hear you.”

I get a better look at her to see she is in her gear ready to perform. I know she has a promo to do. She told me something about having a feud with Dana Brooke. I don't remember exactly what it is about but she has a match with her tonight. I am too nervous to really follow what she told me before.

“You look good.” I compliment her since it's true. “I like you in the blue hair more.”

“I know you do.” she smiles at me while she takes my hand in hers. “I just want to make sure you are not nervous. You will perform great. And what do we know, maybe we will even get to do a storyline together some time from now.”

“I would love that.” I smile just imagining it.

“I will have to go in a moment. Do you want me to introduce you to anyone?” she asks me.

“I already had a chance to get to know some people so I guess I will just follow you to the entrance.” I tell her about my day here.

“You see, I knew you will get along with others here.'' She is laughing while we go to the entrance.

“Yeah. People are great here. I just don't want to get in the middle of some drama. I also don't want to be part of some diva moment. I am a female performer not a diva.” I am honest with her again.

On our way to entrance we meet up with Alexa. She told us hello. We had a little chit chat. She told me she is excited about our moment we are going to have in an hour and went her way. We got to where we were going in a few moments.

“Well, I am going to go now. I will meet you before we get to do your thing. So I will wish you good luck.” I got a hug and let her go to do her thing. I found myself a TV to watch her match.

Match started well. She got in the ring and did her thing. Dana was doing her thing as well. But what I didn't like was the fact that Dana was not alone. She had Mandy with her by the side of the ring. I am not sure if Sasha told me about this or not but I just didn't like it. It was not an important match like for titles or anything but still. It will get bad really quickly. I and it did. In ten minutes it became two on one. I went back to the entrance.

“Is this planted?” I asked one of the producers. After a minute he was thinking he looked at me as if checking if I was in my gear.

“Go in. Improvise.” I got the green light from the technician that sent my music into the reproductors and I went in. I run down the ramp like chitta. I was in the ring without realizing what I was doing.

Sasha's point of view

My match got messy really quickly. Girls started improvising when the crowd got bored. It worked but on my name. Right when I was starting to lose my breath I heard my girlfriend theme music. My face was on the mat but I heard yelling around me. Crowd loved it so I used that time to catch my breath a little.

“I got you.” I heard above me and fell a hand on my back for a moment. That's when I get myself up and rest my arms on the ropes. I have a chance to look around. I love what I see that I have to admit. Y/N was making the ring her new home. She had great timing on her hits. Her technicality was on point. Crowd knew it too and appreciated it as well.

“Come on.” she helped me up when she basically made Mandy and Dana run out to the rump.

I am so proud right now I can't even talk. “Hey anouc it.” she yelled at the referee. He was so confused. “They run out. Sasha win. Now!” I looked at him and he really just signaled it! I am so happy I can't even.

“And here is your winner by submission - Sasha Banks!” I hear and the crowd goes crazy.

Referee puts my hand up while Y/N is in the ring by my side looking at people's faces. We enjoy the moment before we leave the ring side. When we get back backstage people are running around. The order of matches has been changed so Y/N can catch a breath.

“Tha was great!” I hear Mandy as she comes towards us. “What an introduction.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiles at them as we walk by.

“Let's get you some watter.” I lead Y/N to the empty room. “You okay doing your promo?” I ask. I know how hard it can be to be on aer two times in one night. Especially when it is your first night.

“Yeah. I just need to catch my breath.” She tells me when she takes the watter bottle out of my hand. She drinks a little and sits down. “Are you okay?” she asks after that.

“I am. Thanks to you. My hero.” I smile at her. I am so happy I can't stop myself. I bend down to give her a small kiss. She breaks it close after.

“Someone can walk in.” She looks at me with her big Y/E/C eyes.

“Okay.” I put my hands up in defence. “I will leave it for the hotel.” I smile at her and she does the same when she catches what I mean.

I hope you like it! I know it's short but I am just happy I found myself a moment to work on this. I will try to be more active. I have reguests in but you can always send more it will just take some time before I get throuw them.

I love you guys. Stay safe!

[stardust-kenobi]

Necklace

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Summary: Poe returns to base after a very risky and long battle against the First Order. In the time he’d been gone, and his life flashing before his eyes, he wants to show you how badly he missed you, and how much you mean to him.

Warnings: Filthy, descriptive, SMUT (fingering, m/f oral giving and receiving, daddy kink, choking, vaginal sex) starts with some adorable fluffiness from my fav little resistance pilot 🥺 mentions of death and blood...but yeah mostly smut.

A/n: I’m unapologetically horny for Poe. I’ve been dying to write content for this man, I love him so much. If anyone has any Poe/sequel specific blog recommendations, lmk!

Word count: 4k

Request from @princessxkenobi. You’re the best✨💕 hope you enjoy! Btw, I took your request and RAN with it lmao

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Your stomach tumbled aggressively in your abdomen. Every pilot that joined Poe on their dangerous mission, almost three weeks ago, was currently exiting their x-wings...except Poe. The Falcon lowered from the sky, landing roughly on the grass. Exiting the ship was Finn and Rey, but still no Poe. The love of your life, your soul mate, your other half...was he gone?

You swallowed hard, forcing back the sorrow lump in your throat that crept up with the realization of what could have happened. A sickness formed in your stomach when your eyes scan the field of landing ships, still not identifying his distinguishable transport.

“No..” you whispered your cry. A cold, stray tear fell over your cheek bone. Your vision went blurry and your mind became a looped, dizzy mess in the wake of your distress.-

Before you fell apart completely, something interrupted you.

“There’s my baby girl” A voice broke the empty air behind you. Your gasp was caught in your throat and you found it hard to breathe for the milliseconds between your pain and your relief. Your body swung around swiftly for your eyes to meet Poe’s loving gaze. His bag slid from his shoulder to meet the ground. He hustled toward you, arms spread open to welcome you into his embrace.

“Poe...” You mumbled softly. That was the only word that your trembling lips could develop in your moment of shock. You reminded yourself to breath. 30 seconds prior to this engagement, you assumed that you’d lost the love of your life to the relentless violence of the First Order. But he was here, he was holding you, he was alive.

“God, I'm so happy to see you, y/n” His head rested atop yours and his arms provided shelter around your body.

“I thought you were gone, Poe” you looked up at him, tears still pooled in your eyelids. Your voice broke as his name rolled off your tongue. That same lump in your throat returned, or maybe it never left.

“Shhh” He calmed you, his hand caressed your head to comfort your distress. “It’s okay”.

The active twinkling stars in the night sky illuminated his features for you to admire. You scan every inch of his face, taking it in as if you’d never see him again. As you scanned upward, you suddenly noticed the dark red liquid dried to his forehead. Your stomach sank.

“What happened?” You direct your attention to his injury. “Are you okay?”. You pulled a rag from his abandoned bag, and quickly tried to clean it from his skin.

“Oh...yeah, I’m okay, y/n. It doesn’t hurt. Just got blasted and hit my head on the side metal of my x-wing. It was a...a close call...but I got out of there in time.” His voice was like honey to your ears in the midst of your worries. Poe picked up your hands that had fallen from gripping his body. Gentle kisses graced your knuckles. “To come back to you, baby”

“I missed you so much, Poe. I didn’t see you land and immediately assumed the worst” you admitted to him, still holding back your tears that were slowly subsiding.

“I didn’t mean to worry you, I’m sorry” he assured.

“I’d be a mess if you hadn’t come back” You admitted.

“That’ll never happen, y/n” He assured you, with no real ability to promise this, but it was comforting to you in the moment.

He kissed your forehead and offered a warm smile, resulting in a grin forming at your lips as well. It quickly turned upside down at the sight of a tear trailing down Poe’s face came into view.

“Poe what’s wrong?” You asked so worrisome.

He instantly looked distressed from your inquiry like he was barely holding it together prior to your concern.

“It was really hard out there. Seeing you just-” his broken voice interrupted his thoughts “it made me remember how lucky I am to have you in my life. It could be over in an instant. But I have you” he pushed through his shakiness. Your thumb meets his cheek to wipe away his sorrow.

You pushed your body up against him, and planted a kiss onto his unexpecting lips. It was deep and passionate and definitely what he needed to feel. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down into your face.

There were others wandering around you, unloading gear, welcoming the pilots back home, rejoicing in the success, but you knew that the intimacy of your kiss would go unnoticed by anyone else. You felt alone with Poe, like no one else existed in the whole galaxy.

He encouraged the kiss further, rotating his lips around yours slowly. The moan that crept from his mouth indicated a desire for more. The relief of being reunited sparked a hunger in you as well. You wanted him.

You both gathered your composure after a few minutes of consoling each other, just thankful to be safe, and together.

“I need to be alone with you” he said, sounding as if he would go insane if he wasn’t able to have you soon.

“Let me show you how much I really missed you” he whispered into your ear. You shoot him an are you sure? look considering the abundance of company around you. Surely there’d be no privacy for a while, and you’d have to be very quiet in his small quarters. “I need you” he practically begged. You happily nodded in agreement.

“C’mon” he smirked and took your hand, leading you away from the commotion of the base and to the partial privacy of his room. There were people that he stopped and spoke with on the way there. You were so eager for alone time, it was torture every time your journey was interrupted.

You both finally arrived. He closed the door behind you. The familiarity of the harsh fluorescent lighting and the tight enclosure of the room was oddly comforting, but surely not romantic.

“Well that won’t set the mood, will it?” He chuckled, referring to the uneasy lighting above. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, and lit a small candle on the table next to the cot. The lights shut off, revealing a sudden romantic environment, softly lit by a single flame.

A small, black curl laid lonely on his forehead, which you slowly moved away from his face. You stood there together, in the middle of the room, absorbing each other’s presence. Your anticipation rose for what was about to happen. You missed his bare body against yours. You needed him now.

He subtly licked his lips while studying the curve of your bottom lip. Once you both understood that you were alone, he practically pounced onto you with a burning hunger in his gaze. Poe’s kisses were heavy and intimate. Every movement of his mouth was rhythmic. His hands gripped your face, as if to pull you even closer to him, which was completely impossible.

“Fuck I missed you baby” he breathed in between the bursts of fusion of your mouths.

“Me too” you managed to say before his lips were on yours again.

He walked backwards slowly and pulled you with him. He sat down onto the cot and guided your legs to straddle him at his waist. Poe maneuvered the cloth of your coat down your shoulders and slid it down to the floor, leaving you in a thin cropped tank top and your shorts. His calloused hands drew goosebumps where they touched when they travelled over your arms. His kisses transported to the skin on your neck, cascading down to the collarbone. You leaned into him, absorbing the delicacy of his admiration. 

You moaned quietly which grabbed his attention almost immediately. He looked up at you, the same starving look of desire in his eyes with a cocky smirk plastered onto his face. 

“What was that about you showing me how much you missed me?” you purred into his ear, teasing him, and placing your lips at his neck now. Your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt. The motions you made at his skin earned a small groan from his lips. This subtle sound alone formed a heat between your legs.

His grip, already around your waist, tightened as your question rang his ears. Poe knew that sex with you was always paradise, but taking it slow always resulted in a level of intimacy he’s only ever felt with you. He needed to take his time with you, but at this moment it was so hard for him to do so with how badly he missed you.

You removed his shirt, revealing the broadness of his chest, presented to you so closely. You cannot help but stare intently at his features. Your fingertips traced the outline of his chiseled abdomen. The necklace he always wore, that you’d never seen him without, remained around his neck. You loved the way it looked on him, and wouldn’t dare take it off.

Poe swiftly removed your top that clung so tightly to your body. He is met with the sight of your breasts that were unrestrained under your clothes.

“Oh baby girl I missed these” he cooed and cupped your exposed tits in his hands. His brows furrowed in a look is desperation before his lips wrapped around your stiffened nipples. You moan at the contact, you can feel yourself become even wetter by the second.

You rolled your hips forward, and when you did, you felt the bulge that was begging to be let free from his pants. He moaned instantly when you brushed your core against him.

Poe made a quick decision to stand up, lifting you by your ass, and turned to place you firmly on the cot. Your head was rested on his pillow while he positioned his body above yours. The curl that previously sat on his forehead now dangled above your face, which made you chuckle, but also, he looked so hot like that. The chain of his necklace hung down from his skin, too, something he knew was a huge turn on for you. You liked for him to fuck you while it swung in your face. When he noticed you stare at it, he giggled.

“I know you like that, don’t you?” He smirked. You nodded your head, offering no words, eager for him to proceed.

“Poe” you breath, simultaneously grasping at his belt.

“Be patient, baby” he commanded before attacking your lips again. His tongue forced its way between your lips and explored your mouth freely. Moaning into his mouth only made him kiss you harder. The feeling of his hips rested between your thighs through the layers of both your pants was agonizing. Your knees and thighs tried to push themselves together. He felt this around his hips and pulled his lips from you instantly.

Leaning back onto his knees, he unbuttoned your shorts and slowly slid them and your panties down your thighs. After throwing them onto the floor, he sat there and took a long, sensual look at your naked body, licking his lips at what he saw. At this angle you could clearly see how restricted his cock was for you to observe the long outline.

“Fuck. I missed this view so much princess” he groaned while lowering his body back onto the cot, his face moving in between your thighs. His face was inches from where you were aching for him. “Do your best to be quiet, baby” he lightly laughed through his nose and smiled at you sweetly.

“I don't know if I can but I’ll try” you joked.

And with that, his tongue curled onto your clit, taking you into his mouth. Your body twitched at the sudden sensation you’d been robbed of for weeks. The second he tasted you, a low, gruff moan leapt from his throat. His tongue swirled over your sensitive clit, rhythmically and consistently drawing figures with the tip.

“Fuck, you are so wet already” he took a break to look up at you. Not breaking eye contact, he leaned up to push two fingers into your mouth.

“Suck on them” he demanded. You obeyed and sucked on his coarse fingers. He watched with pleasure as you moistened them in your mouth. He then removed them and replaced his glistened fingers at your entrance. Without hesitation, he pushed them inside of your wet warmth.

“Oh fuck” you sharply moaned. His tongue returned to your clit while he pumped his fingers inside of you. He moaned too, turned on by your pleasurable sounds, sending vibrations across your sensitivity.

Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers locked in his waves of black strands. He curled his two fingers, adding to your pleasure. Already, you feel your climax approaching.

“Poe, I’m close” you announced. He instantly pulled his mouth and fingers from your pussy, causing agony for you. He suddenly crawled up to you, hovering over you. His fingers replaced themselves at your core, but it was his flattened fingers pressed against your clit this time. He began to rub firmly back and forth, responding to how you bucked your hips at his touch, picking back up where you left off.

“I want you to look at me when you cum, baby girl” he growled, face so close to yours, intently staring at your expression while you displayed how good he made you feel.

You felt the tightness bundle between your thighs while his hand set a constant pace that perfectly stimulated your clit. You could feel how intense it was going to be before you even reached your orgasm.

“S-shit” you stuttered, focused on your climax.

“That’s it, yeah” he encouraged you.

It washed over you like an ocean wave. Radiating from the center of your euphoria and spreading across your body. Your attempt to be quiet was weak, your moans and whimpering filled the air of his small room. Neither of you cared anymore who was on the other side. Poe’s eyes never left you while you threw your head back in pleasure. Your legs quivered in his touch as he did not let up once during your orgasm. You think he may have rubbed you faster once you hit your peak, causing a more intense high for you.

A very long ride came down slowly. You tried to catch your breath during the time that Poe slowed his motions and removed it from you.

“God, you look so fucking hot cumming for me, y/n” he cooed in your ear, still hovering above you. His tone grew kinkier by the second.

You giggled, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone any words. Poe pushed himself back into his knees.

While staring deep into your eyes, looking at you with an primal expression that indicated how badly he was about to destroy you, he slowly unbuckled his belt, never breaking eye contact with you. You melted at how fucking hot he looks before his clothes are even completely removed.

His pants meet the ground, his underwear going with it. Seeing his fully erect cock pulled a whimper from your throat. He blushed and pushed a smile from his face.

“On your knees” he commanded, standing next to his cot. He usually wasn’t this demanding during sex, but something seemed a lot more dominant in him tonight. You loved it, so of course you obeyed.

“Yes, sir” you purred at him and got on your knees in front of him.

“Listen to me, baby girl” he started, grabbing the back of your head and tilting it up at him. “Suck daddy’s cock like a good little girl”.

The words leaving his mouth caught you off guard, sent shivers down your spine, and made your clit throb more than it was following your orgasm all at the same time. You’d never heard him talk like that before, nor had he ever mentioned a kink for this. You surely had no objection to going along with it.

You smirked at him, wrapping your fist around his shaft and placing the tip at your extended tongue. You teased him lightly.

“C’mon baby. No teasing” He smirked. You look up at him with baby doll eyes before proceeding.

Giving you no time to cease your teasing, he very suddenly forces his cock to the back of your throat. You gag initially, but adjust quickly to your mouth being completely filled by his length. 

“Mmmm” He groaned as he held your mouth steady wrapped around him.

Deep, hungry moans crawled out of his mouth when you began to bob your head back and forth onto his dick. You used your technique that you know drove him crazy, and tried a new motion with your tongue. 

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, good girl” He reacted instantly, meeting your innocent eyes again. You loved hearing him praise you and encourage you with his moaning.

You add your hands to the bottom section of his length while you continued to swirl your mouth around the top of him. 

“So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby”

You move faster now, paying close attention to the tip, knowing that was his most sensitive spot. His breath hitched, and you could tell he was eager to have himself buried somewhere else inside you. 

“But y’know...I think you’d look prettier with my cock in that tight little pussy...you think you can handle that?” He growled at a level of a whisper, his words made you melt. He abruptly removed himself from your mouth and lifted you from the ground and onto the cot. 

“Yes, daddy” you purred back at him. Poe’s eyes subtly lit up, he was so glad you were into this, too. He returned you to your position from earlier, comfortably flat on your back, knees up. He loved to start in missionary because he wanted to gaze into your eyes when he first fills you.

He hovered back on top of you, positioning his his hips between thighs, one arm was placed firm in the mattress beside your head, the other trailed up your thigh, soaking in the feeling of your soft skin. Wasting no additional time, the tip of his cock parts your slit and he pushes himself into you.

A sharp, prolonged gasp escaped you as he buried himself completely inside of you, his hips as close to your body as possible.

“God damn, baby girl” his voice turned soft when he truly felt how wet you were for him. He brought motion to his hips and looked down into your eyes. His necklace hung directly above you, swinging with every thrust he took. You watched it, loving the way it looked around his skin. His expression held a look of lust and angst simultaneously, which made your heart beat faster. He dared not to break eye contact with you. Watching your eyes roll back from the pleasure of being fucked by him drove him crazy. And despite the roughness of the passion you were sharing as a result of your time apart, you were still his baby girl and wanted to be as intimate as possible.

“Yes, Poe” you whimpered. A scowl appeared on his face.

“Who? You know my name” he growled at you, pounding your pussy harder with aggression.

“Daddy” you moan, louder.

“Good girl” his voice was so gruff. Suddenly, his hand was wrapped around your throat, applying pressure. You struggle to breath in the most erotic way. Your gasping transformed to whines. Poe loved to watch you wear his fist as a necklace while he fucked you. 

“How am I supposed to last, when you look so fucking gorgeous being filled with my cock?” He whispered, lips brushed against your ear, chills erupted down your body. His grip on your neck was released.

“I love you” you mumbled, allowing a grin to develop on your face. You said it out of no where, but you needed him to hear it. Poe’s seductive stare instantly transformed to a smile, as if he was breaking character from the rough exterior he presented.

“I love you, too, y/n” he breathed before kissing you so delicately and slowing his hips. “Now, turn around” he returned to commanding your actions. You get on your hands and knees, backing yourself up to him, craving to be fucked from behind. 

No warning was given before he slammed his dick into you again. You cried out, not expecting how good it would feel. At this angle, he reached your sweetest spot with every thrust. You found it impossible to muffle your sounds. He watched as your ass jiggled against him every time your skin touched. His calloused hand motioned circles against your ass cheek, prepping it for what he would do next. He pulled back and brought the flattened palm to meet your skin, slapping it firmly. When you moaned out in response, he did it several more times, and enjoyed every strike against your ass. 

“Forget being quiet, I want everyone to hear you getting fucked, got it?” Poe growled. You didn’t hesitate, and released all your expression of ecstasy into the small room, knowing your voice was escaping the walls. His voice joined yours as well, which was music your ears.

He curled his hips into you harder and faster now, his fingertips scratched down the length of your back. When you leaned your head back into it, Poe grabbed the bulk of your hair, using it as a handle while pulling your head back with it. 

“Oh, god” you cried as the pleasure became unbearable.

“You like being daddy’s good little slut? Huh?” he grew louder. You melted yet again at him speaking to you like this.

“I do, I love it” 

“You wanna cum again, baby girl?”

“p-please” you begged.

“Uh-uh, please, what?” 

“Please, daddy, make me cum” 

“Well, since you asked so politely” he cooed, bringing his hand around you to rub your clit while he continued to fuck you. Being filled and having your most sensitive area stimulated simultaneously was overwhelming. You could already feel your second orgasm forming in the pit of your belly.

“Fuck, Poe, I’m so close” you desperately whined.

“I’ll let that one slide for now” he scolded for addressing him incorrectly.

You felt your orgasm unravel, spilling over your body and spreading inside you. Your body trembled, unable to handle the overstimulation you experienced. It was longer than before, keeping you in a state of euphoria for what felt like hours.

“Yessss, princess, cum on my cock” he praised. 

Riding out the end of your glorious high, you became suddenly aware of how loud you were, but you still didn’t care.

“I’m gonna cum too” his breath grew shaky. “When I pull out, I want you to turn around” Poe instructed. You turned to shake your head in agreement.

And with that, he removed himself, his moans growing choppy. You turned over onto your back as requested and positioned your mouth under his length and extended your tongue. 

“Oh fuck” Poe stroked himself over you, crying out deeply in euphoria as he hit his climax. He released his hot cum all over your face, some making it onto your mouth. What was left on your cheeks, you gathered with your thumb, bringing it to your mouth and swallowing it while Poe watched.

He collapsed next to you on the small cot that was barely big enough to fit both of you. 

“That was...” you began, struggling to properly describe your satisfaction.

“Incredible” he completed your sentence. 

“Yeah” you agreed, a giggle trailing your words. “So that’s how much you missed me, huh?” you teased. Poe pulled you into his arms, your head rested on his chest as it rose and fall with his breathing.

As you tried to catch your breath, you were both jolted by an alarming banging at the door.

Shit. 

“Can you guys, uh, maybe keep it down in there?” Finn’s voice travelled through the wall. You looked at Poe, absolutely mortified. 

“Yeah, bud, we’ll do our best. Hope you enjoyed the show” Poe yelled, dying of laughter at the situation. But you? Not so much. You’d never look Finn in the eyes again.

[hikarus-shida]

Christian Cage: "Guys My Age"

Christian Cage x OC, Daisy

genre: cutesy, some angst towards the middle

warnings: men

summary: guys your age don't know how to treat a woman - but just your luck, there's a grown man wanting to do more for you than immature little boys could ever do.

dedication: @heel-rollins - i hope you enjoy this! you were the first person that came to mind when i had this idea. hopefully, i did your christian cage thirst justice!

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Wanted to switch it up and use an OC for this imagine. Might do another part to this.

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Daisy tapped her fingers on the wooden bar counter she sat at, her eyes switching to and from the clock back to the entrance of the bar. Her tinder date, that she now regrets taking a chance on, was running over a half hour late. She had already drank the shots she'd bought for herself and her date.

At this point, she was on the brink of ordering more drinks solely to forget the embarrassment she felt for even giving another man the benefit of the doubt.

Daisy looked at her phone, hoping for at least an update on where her date was. The bar stool next to hers squeaked, the sound not loud enough to overpower the jazz band that was playing for the night, but enough to peak her interest.

She looked up and immediately was disappointed. The person next to her wasn't her date, but in fact was an older gentleman that was clad in a light brown jacket and some jeans.

"Not who you're looking for?" He asked, a smile appearing his face. His eyes managing to sparkle in the dimmed light of the bar, such a clear indication that his smile was genuine.

"No, sorry.. I.. I'm just waiting for my date. He's practically an hour late, I thought you were him." Daisy sighed. She felt extremely pathetic telling a stranger, that also happened to be a man, about the time she's wasting waiting for another man.

"Well, that's awfully rude of him. I don't know how he could stand up such a beautiful girl like you. It's his loss." He said, nodding his head to bartender as a 'thank you' for his drink.

Daisy's cheeks reddened at the sudden compliment, but she wasn't complaining. It was nice to receive attention from at least one man tonight, especially from someone older that may actually be interested in her.

"Thank you... that means a lot coming from someone as handsome as you," Daisy returned the compliment, but was unsure if that was the right thing to do. She still held a bit of hope that her date would come; she thought they hit it off well enough for them to go on a date.

"Christian," The gentleman sitting next her held out his hand, finally introducing himself.

She smiled softly and took his hand into hers, shaking it. "I'm Daisy."

Christian had opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the incoming dings from Daisy's phone.

She grabbed her phone and dropped it back onto the counter the second she read all the messages she had received.

The hope she had for her date was long gone and only made her feel better now about the idea of flirting with Christian. However, flirting could only do so much to ease the embarrassment and sadness that came with how she was feeling now.

Her head fell into her hands after she had passed Christian her phone, unable to talk.

[Tinder]: not coming, im not looking for a relationship

[Tinder]: i actually just wanted to mess around, that's why i told u meet me at a bar lol

[Tinder]: but figured i shouldn't waste ur time, u don't seem like the type to be into what i want anyways

Daisy looked up and shook her head, a sour laugh emitted from her throat. "I should've expected this. He was an hour late. I just don't understand why it's so hard for guys my age to treat a woman the right way."

Christian hadn't said anything, but Daisy kept going. "This isn't the first time this has happened to me. Why do guys my age think they can lead me on like this? Am I just not enough? Am I some kind of joke? All they want is a girl that'll give up one thing and one thing only to them. It's so... it's so gross and hurtful. They're all the same."

She refused to cry, especially in a bar.

Christian still hadn't said anything, but had taken Daisy's hand and with his other, he put it under his chin and gently turned her head to look at him.

"If there's one thing I could say, that guy is a piece of shit. You may not realize it, but this was a good thing that happened. He revealed how much of a loser and a nightmare he would've been to deal with. You deserve so much better.. than stupid guys your age. They wouldn't be able to handle your beauty, your.. your class, and all the other amazing things that I don't even have to know you to understand that you have it all, princess."

Daisy rested her chin into his head. To say she was blown away and speechless would've been an understatement. In fact, that was probably the only time anyone has ever spoken to her with such a way of words that felt genuine and had so much care behind him.

Christian released his hand from hers and tucked strands of hair behind Daisy's ear, that hand placing itself behind her head now. "If guys your age won't take care of you and treat you the way you deserve, I will. There's so much you deserve and I could give that to you.. if you let me."

She laughed, figuring he was drunk already and was talking nonsense at this point. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Daisy, I absolutely am. What would make you most happy right now?"

"To be completely honest, a bottle of wine and a massage. Maybe pizza."

Christian ushered the bartender over, pointing to a large bottle of unopened red wine. He pulled out a wad of cash, gobsmacking Daisy, and gave it to the bartender.

"Now about the massage, would you like it from me or would you rather have a professional do it?"

Daisy removed herself from his gentle grip and eyed him. "What do you gain from doing all of this for me, Christian? I only met you tonight."

"I get to see you happy, princess. And, you finally get treated the way you've deserved to all along."

"Hm.. well, I'll take the massage from you. If you're up for it, I'd like it now. We can even go back to my place."

"Anything for you, dear." His answer had made Daisy blush, sending trillions of tingles down her spine. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, the stubble tickling her puckered lips.

To others, this may seem too good to be true. And maybe it was, but Daisy enjoyed what she heard and had no choice except to see it through. After all, she was getting free wine and a massage; who knows what else she'd receive in the end.

[crayonwriting]

The Iwaizumi House

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"Hello." Iwaizumi lifted a hand in greeting. "I am the father of cheeky, 27-month-old triplets, Hayato, Jiro and Kosuke. I'm Iwaizumi Hajime." He bowed down a little in greeting to the interviewers.   

 **

 Iwaizumi sat up, mind still in a daze. He looked to his left and right and counted one, two, three. Good. All three boys are still asleep. It grew as a habit for him to count his children everytime he wakes up in the morning, fearing that one of them might crawl off. He sighed and scratched at his head as he stetched out his body. 

"They're such angels when they sleep...," he muttered to himself. "Once they get up, it will be chaos." He stood up and stretched a little bit more. Just as he was about to step out the door, he sensed movement from one of the triplets. He looked back and it was Kosuke, the youngest. 

Smiling to himself, he walked back to where Kosuke laid and leaned down to get closer to him. Iwaizumi was feeling a little bit playful, so he braced himself on his hands and held his body straight. He started doing push-ups. As he went down he gave Kosuke's supple cheeks a kiss. 

The small child wiggled at the ticklish feeling. He held out his arm and subconsciously tried to grab on to Iwaizumi's shoulder. When he finally did, Kosuke pulled his father close, letting himself succumb to sleep in the warmth of Iwaizumi's body. 

When Kosuke was asleep again, Iwaizumi stood up once more and headed for the kitchen. He started pulling out ingredients from the cabinets and the refrigerator—rice, egg, spring onions, corn, seasonings and some fish. He started mixing them all into a big wok .   

Just as he was cooking, back in the bedroom, Kosuke finally roused himself awake. He blinked his eyes open and whined at the absence of his dad. He rolled onto his front so that he could  sit himself up. Still feeling a little disoriented, he called out for his dad. 

Iwaizumi heard the call and rushed back into the room. He saw Kosuke, still groggy with sleep. Tiptoeing lightly on the futons on the padded floor, he picked up the little boy in his arms and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Kosuke giggled, kissing Iwaizumi on the nose. This made him smile and he carried his son out to the living room. 

"What's that?" Kosuke pointed behind Iwaizumi who turned around and saw that he was pointing to the cameraman set up in the living room. 

"What is that?" Iwaizumi just repeated back. 

"Dinosaur." Kosuke proudly stated. This made his dad chuckle. He was set down on the floor and he slowly approached the 'dinosaur.' Iwaizumi headed back to the kitchen to continue his breakfast preparations. 

Kosuke peered inside the small window of the makeshift house and saw the uncle that sat inside. He gave him a cheeky smile before clapping his hands. Just as he looked away, he noticed another 'dinosaur' on the other side of the room. He eyed it warily. He took a few steps and noticed that the dinosaur head moved. Kosuke tentatively moved further to his left and, still, the dinosaur followed him. 

Backing away, he followed his dad to the kitchen. He knew that if the dinosaur decided to 'attack' him, his father will come to his rescue. Kosuke noticed that Iwaizumi was standing by the stove. He knew what that meant for him and his brothers. 

"Food! food, food, food, food!"

Iwaizumi glanced at Kosuke and chuckled to himself when he saw him dancing at the thought of food. It reminded him of you. You would do a dance like that everytime you had dinner dates; even convenience store dates. 

"I'll cook as quick as I can, okay bud?" 

Back in the room, because of Kosuke's screams for food, the eldest of the three woke up. Hayato rubbed at his eyes when he noticed the tiny house set up in their room. He pushed the blankets away from his body, doing his best to get up to investigate the small house. 

He was only able to sit up before Iwaizumi came in the room and saw that he was awake. He had wnet back to the bedroom to check on the other two. 

"Oh, who's this?" He leaned down and picked up Hayato in his arms. Like he did with Kosuke, he gave a kiss to Hayato's cheek. The small baby smiled wide at the affection. He then pointed to the small house in the room.  

"Papa, what's that?"  

Iwaizumi hummed in acknowledgement but he didn't answer Hayato's question as he was focused on Kosuke entering the kitchen alone.  He pulled on the back of Kosuke's shirt and then securing the baby fence so that he couldn't enter the kitchen.  

Hayato was placed down on the living room floor and he immediately took notice of the vacuum cleaner near the couch. He took interest in it. He tried pulling and pushing at it, just like how he saw you use it to clean their room. His dad saw that he was struggling, so he decided to help.

"Want to clean the house, Hayato?" Iwaizami took hold of the vacuum, pressing the on button one time, making it hiss to life before going silent again. He repeated the action, and everytime the vacuum would turn on, his son would step back in fright—which gave him an idea.

"Run Hayato!" He pointed the and of the vacuum close to Hayato and pressed the button. The boy squealed in the delight, running around the living room whilst his father chased him around.

The middle child of the triplets, and the last to wake up is Jiro. He was roused awake by the sound of the vacuum cleaner. He quietly sat himself up and he walked up to the doorway. The baby fence that was set up there hindered him from going into the living room. He saw how his brothers were busy with the weird-looking houses, just like the one in their bedroom right now. 

He eyed it warily. He felt a little uncomfortable with it so he turned back to the living  room hoping that any of his brothers would notice him. His dad, who had his back to him, placed the vacuum on the opposite corner of the room—where Hayato won't notice it—and returned to the kitchen to prepare servings of breakfast.

Hayato and Kosuke squealed and ran around the living room, laughing at the sight of the dinosaurs following them. They hopped onto the couch and played on top of it. Jiro looked at his brothers with a pout on his face, sad that he was missing out on all the fun. When Hayato climbed down from the couch he saw Jiro standing by the fence. 

"What's that?" Hayato pointed to Jiro. Iwaizumi glanced at him and saw his outstretched finger. He stopped what he was doing and approached him to check it out.  

"Oh! Look who's finally awake." 

Iwaizumi opened the baby fence and Jiro walked out quietly. He couldn't help but ruffle the small hairs on Jiro's head. "Good morning buddy." He leaned down and pecked the top of his head. He watched his three kids come together, sighing to himself. 

"Good. You're all awake." Realization hit him. "You're all awake...," he said more to himself, realizing the weight of his statement.

**

"Go on and show your respects." He held all three boys on his lap and urged them to bow in front of the interviewers. Jiro sat on his right thigh while Hayato and Kosuke were on the other. 

"This is Hayato." Iwaizumi ruffled the said boy's head. Hayato just kept staring at the various cameras in front of them. Just as he was about to introduce his second child, someone interrupted. 

"This one here is—" 

"Kosuke!"

"Oh!" Iwaizumi let out a sound of surprise. "Good job on introducing yourself!" Kosuke ate up his father's praise, giggling in delight. Iwaizumi kissed his cheek. He turned to his right and gestured to Jiro. 

"This one is Jiro. Say hi and take a bow." Jiro wasn't actually paying attention to his dad. At the start of the interview, he had been showing his charms to the camers by smiling at them and lifting a hand out in a wave. He had his head tilted to the side because he recalls you gushing over at how cute he looked when he did it. 

The three boys squirmed on Iwaizumi's lap, each paying attention to different things: Jiro kept waving and making faces at the cameraman, Hayato wanted to play with the toys at one side of the set and, Kosuke kept latching unto Iwaizumi for affection.   

"Alright, say 'bye' now." Iwaizumi urged but the triplets just ignored him. Kosuke was starting to whine and groan affecting his two brothers who were getting cranky as well. Not wanting to experience a tantrum, their father set them down from his lap and the boys rushed around the set. 

Iwaizumi lets out a deep breath. 

** 

"It's amazing how Hayato acts like the eldest. Maybe he knew when he was born." Iwaizumi chuckled, scratching at his cheek. "He keeps his brothers out of trouble and always looks out for them when they're playing. He also eats the most. 

Jiro oftentimes gets jealous. Like how a second child acts. He sometimes gets bullied by Hayato and Kosuke, which I always scold them for," he crossed his arms over his chest, "But he still remains cheeky and charming." He sat up straighter for the camera. 

"For the youngest, Kosuke, he's very... free-spirited." Iwaizumi chuckled. "He's the troublemaker of the three and he's mostly the reason why we have rules in the house." He suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and he saw that it was a text message from you. 

Hajime, you have to stick it alone for 48 hours...I know you can do it but I'm really worried for you. I could drop by for an hour or two before getting back to work, if you like?

Iwaizumi chuckled to himself. "Even though she said that I can do it, I feel like she thinks I really can't."  

** 

"C'mon, let's eat." Iwaizumi approached the three of them riding their toy cars. He held Jiro by the arm, urging him to get off of the toy car. Hayato didn't need to be told twice. He got up and went to kitchen and climbed on one of the high chairs, situating himself while patiently waiting for his father.

"Oh! That's a good boy, Hayato. Thank you." Iwaizumi turned back to the other two, putting his hands on his waist, asserting authority. "Jiro. Kosuke. It's time to eat. You can play after." Kosuke just laughed at his dad and went under the table. Iwaizumi just shook his head and carried Jiro, bringing him to the kitchen by force. He sat him down beside Hayato and went back to Kosuke. 

"Kosuke, it's time to eat breakfast. Your brothers are hungry, c'mon." Iwaizumi ducked under the table, reaching out for the small child. Kosuke pulled away from him not wanting to eat breakfast at all. Iwaizumi didn't want to do it, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. He pulled on Kosuke's arm, just firm enough to get him out of the table but not too hard to hurt him. 

Kosuke tried squirming away from Iwaizumi to no avail. His dad carried him in his arms and took him to the kitchen where the others were. When Kosuke saw his brothers, he calmed down and complied when he was sat down on his high chair.   

Iwaizumi stood in front of them. "Hayato. Jiro. Kosuke." His voice was serious and strict, which caught the triplets' attention. "For the next forty-eight hours, it's just gonna be the four of us...," he let out a shaky breath, "Please be good to me." He bowed in front of the three. They only stared in wonder at their father, not really understanding the meaning of his actions. Iwaizumi just laughed. 

He got a cup and poured it with water. He then distributed the water to each of the little boys, carfeully putting his palm under their chins just in case the water runs over. After that he placed their bibs carefully around their necks.  

"Alright, now for the next thirty minutes," Iwaizumi picked up the egg timer you bought and twisted it to '30,' "It's eating time. Especially you, Kosuke." He eyed the boy. "Don't take more than thirty minutes. You all have to eat within that time. If you don't finish it, it's mine."   

As Iwaizumi was explaining this to them, he prepared their breakfast trays of fried rice—a mixture of eggs and fish with green onions—and a small bowl of vegetable soup. He gave Kosuke's tray first followed by Hayato's then Jiro's.

Hayato and Kosuke started eating their portions. Iwaizumi got himself a small plate of the rice and a step stool. He set it in front of Hayato, who was sitting in the middle. He then pulled Jiro and Kosuke to his sides. The crane-wing formation he had managed to pull off made it easier for him to look over each child. 

As usual, Hayato has the biggest appetite of the three. He was scooping a spoonful of his food and sharing it all in his mouth in one go. 

"Hayato eat slowly, please." Iwaizumi took a bite of his own cooking and pursed his lips when he realized that the taste wasn't half bad. He took another one. He glanced to his left where Jiro was looking apprehensively at his food. 

"What's wrong, Jiro?" His dad scooped up some rice and held it to him. The child slowly opened his mouth, finally taking a bite. He realized that it tasted good. Jiro held out his spoon and nudged it towards Iwaizumi. 

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?" Jiro kept nudging his spoon towards him. He grumbled a little, not knowing how to tell his father to feed him. Iwaizumi picked it up and fed him another spoonful. He wanted them all to learn how to eat by themselves but he always had a little difficulty with Jiro. I need to find a better technique, he thought. 

"What's that?" Kosuke pointed to his right. 

"That's a microwave oven."   

The Iwaizumi men ate in silence, with the occassional remark from their dad that they were eating well and also to chew slowly.

"Papa, food!" Hayato pointed to Iwaizumi's untouched food. Leave it to Hayato to always look out after their dad. Iwaizumi thanked him and took bites of his food, making Hayato smile. All three kids continued to focus on their eating. It was only a few more minutes before Hayato cleared out his tray.   

"Good job, Hayato!" Iwaizumi took his tray to the sink and helped him remove his bib. He gave Hayato a sip of water before helping him out of his chair. "Since you finished first, you can go ahead and play."   

Hayato skipped in his step as he went back to his toy car and rode it around the living room. When he noticed the vaccumm cleaner at the corner, he immediately went to it. For some reason, he found a huge interest in the small machine despite being scared to death when it was turned on.  

He approached it cautiously. He poked the long body and when nothing happened, he moved closer. He hopped off his car. He started fiddling with the handle of the vacumm. He managed open the latch containing the filter and he leaned in closer to inspect it. 

Meanwhile back in the kitchen, Iwaizumi was still helping Jiro eat. "Jiro, ah! Jiro, say ah!" He urged him to open his mouth. Glancing to the living room, there was no glimpse of Hayato anywhere.   

"Hayato? Where are you? You get in trouble when you're quiet. Receiving no response, he called out to him again, "Hayato!" 

The boy scurried away from the vacuum and got back on his car. He rolled past the entryway of the kitchenn—blocked by a fence—seeing his father's gaze directed towards him. He smiled at Iwaizumi brightly, pretending as if nothing happened. His dad only revised an eyebrow whilst shaking his head. 

**

"We've noticed you have a lot of fences around the house. Why is that?" 

"We need to have fences." Iwaizumi's eyes widened slightly in emphasis. "One time we left the door open—I think it was Hayato?," he had finger to his chin in thought, "You know how the kitchen drawers open up? He made steps out of those and he started climbing them.

My wife spilt boiling water once, also. But they weren't hurt because the fence blocked them." He put a hand on his chest. " We can't watch the kids twenty-four hours a day. The fences help keep them safe." 

**

Breakfast continued with Jiro finishing just as the egg timer rang off. This startled Kosuke seeing as he still has half of his portion. He was busy singing and making his father laugh during breakfast that he forgot to take bites.  

"It's already thirty minutes. Kosuke you have to stay for five more minutes. Jiro, you can play with Hayato." Iwaizumi helped him out of his high chair and down on the floor. He opened the fence to let him out to the living room. When Iwaizumi stood in front if the youngest, Kosuke had a small pout matched with shimmering, pleading eyes. His dad sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.   

"If you take five more bites for me, then I'll let you out." 

Almost immediately, Kosuke did as he was told, making Iwaizumi smile. When he was done, he was given some water before being freed from his bib and high chair. As the triplets started playing, their father started stacking the trays and eating whatever leftovers were left on their plates. He decided he would do the dishes later. 

Iwaizumi headed to the bathroom, and got three toothbrushes—green, blue and red. He sat on the living room floor, calling out to Kosuke. "It's time to brush your teeth." Instantly, Kosuke stomped his feet and whined. Iwaizumi gave a stern look before the youngest complied. He lay Kosuke on the floor in between his outstretched legs.   

After putting on a small amount of baby toothpaste, he carefully pried Kosuke's mouth open and started brushing. The child didn't retaliate which was unexpected from him. Aside from the occassional whine and the anxious rubbing of his small feet, Iwaizumi found it easy. 

"Good boy, Kosuke. I'm almost done brushing your teeth." Iwaizumi said.  Beside him, Hayato was already dreading his turn. He was crying and begging his father to not brush his teeth. "What's the matter, Hayato? We need to clean your teeth. Look at Kosuke." This only made Hayato cry louder,  laying his head on his father's shoulder.   

When Kosuke was done—who rushed back to his car to play—Hayato just shook his head at his dad. "This will be over in a second. Come here." Iwaizumi laid him in between his legs as well, readying his toothbrush. Despite being terrified, Hayato didn't flinch much but his tears still fell down silently accompanied by his whimpers. Iwaizumi knows how uncomfortable brushing is for kids so he made it his goal to do it as quick as possible. 

When Hayato was done, Iwaizumi called for Jiro.  He was met with silence. He called for him again but nothing happened. Standing up, he checked their bedroom and noticed that it was empty. He found it odd since the only open rooms as of the moment is the living room and bedroom. 

He noticed he small house of the cameraman wiggling and he knew where Jiro was. He approached the house and he saw his son crouched down beside the cameraman. "What are you doing there? C'mon, we need to clean your teeth too."  He led Jiro to the living room and when he sat down on the floor, Jiro started a tantrum. He stomped his feet and screamed.  

"Hey!" Iwaizumi eyed him carefully, face serious. "Don't do that. C'mon." He sat him in between his legs once more and carefully laid him down. Jiro squirmed and kicked his legs. Because of this he accidentally bumped his head on the floor with a firm thud. 

"Sh—," Iwaizumi stopped himself from cursing, "You have to be careful." He put his hand under Jiro's head, rubbing it to soothe the pain. Jiro continued to cry. With his little boy focused on his head, Iwaizumi seized the moment and strategically tried brushing Jiro's teeth.   

The child cried louder and pushed away his father's hands. "C'mon Jiro, we're almost done." Iwaizumi pulled Jiro's arms away from his face and pinned them down with his legs. He really didn't want to do this but he needs to get things done. He made sure to not press on to Jiro's arm too hard so as to not hurt him. As Jiro cried, his dad did his best to distract him. 

"Papa...," Jiro wailed, "It hurts."   

"Aww, it hurts? Who hurt you, huh? Tell me." Iwaizumi struggled, but managed to finish the task. "Alright. All done." He lifted his legs, releasing Jiro's arms. The child clambered to his feet and walked away from his dad, wiping at his tears. "Good boy, Jiro." He said to him as the child walked away and started playing with his car again.

Hayato, who was still crying and sniffling, hopped onto his dad's lap and wrapped his tiny arms around his body as best as he could.  

"Papa, hug me...," Hayato nuzzled his face. He was still upset about getting his teeth brushed. His mouth still feels tingly to him and he just wants to be comforted by his papa, who was also the reason why he was feeling that way. 

Iwaizumi sighed, ruffling his hair. "We still have  a lot to do. This was just breakfast." He whispered to himself.  

"Papa...," Hayato whined once more. He pouted up at him and reached for his father's face. Iwaizumi sighed in defeat. Besides you, he was always weak for his sons' pouts. He adjusted Hayato's position on his lap, letting the child lay comfortably on his lap; his head resting on his broad shoulder. He gave him head pats and a kiss on the forehead to calm him down.

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tros tags: @plump-peach​ 

A/N: AND HERE IT IS! I am so sorry for the delay on this. I actually had trouble to locate the intro vid of the triplets. And I didn't want to release something made half-assed. But heyyy!  It's finally here! Original dad for the triplets was Akaashi just because I wanted to test how Akaashi would handle 3 bubbly boys, but then I couldn't find it in myself to do it to him. Hence, Iwaizumi swoops in! I mean, with Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Atheltic Trainer, triplets will probably be the hardest workout he'll do. 

03.29.2021

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Last Summer: Ace x Reader (OneShot)

Here’s an adorable Ace gif for you because I love him.

Word Count: 2, 064

Summary: You and Ace are best friends but it turns into something more.

Quick Note: This is the first thing I’ve written that I’ve fully finished and am posting so I’m like freakin our right now. Also this isn’t my usual style but I’m super happy with how it turned out and I hope you (anyone who reads this) likes it! I’m considering a series but I also have several other things in the works, so it might not be soon. Anyways, let’s get this show on the road!

Ace and Y/n. Best friends since they could walk. Inseparable through elementary, middle, and high school. Where do we start?

To be honest, there’s not a lot to explain. You and Ace kind of just... were. It made sense. Best friends, always had the other’s back. You both work at the Claw, you’re both a little burnt out and worn down, but still clever and funny. Everything always made sense.

You always joke, laugh, and do stupid shit together. You’ve bailed him out of trouble more times than you can count. He’s done the same for you. He’s your favourite person, you’re his.

And you’ve been in love with each other forever. Except neither one of you can tell that the other loves you back. So we’re at a roadblock.

You got weird when Ace dated Laura back in the day.

Ace got weird when you dated James, the biker dude in high school.

You got weird when Ace started crushing on Bess.

Ace got weird when you mentioned that Ryan Hudson was hot in a douchebag kind of way.

Summer was different though. Had you known it’d be your last summer before you spotted Dead Lucy, saw Tiffany Hudson’s ghost, were introduced to the spirit world, and started doing seances and rituals every other day, you may have appreciated it more. But oh well, right?

Not right. The start of summer was when you started realizing you couldn’t go on the way you were, but that you also couldn’t live without Ace. So how do you confess? You don’t.

A couple weeks go by before you start to notice the way Ace looks at you, how he always stands just a little closer than anyone else does. How he puts himself between you and the guys that ogle you as the two of you walk to the pier. The way his jaw clenches when someone cute hits on you. His hand always right beside yours, and you wonder if he gets the urge to grab your hand like you do his.

And by the end of June, you’re this weird something. Not just friends, you’ve both seen the way the other stares. But it’s unspoken. You don’t know if you can bring yourself to tell him. He doesn’t know if he can bear the risk of losing you.

Don’t get it twisted, despite the buried feelings you and Ace are the best pair of best friends anyone in Horseshoe Bay has ever seen. Constantly laughing and cracking jokes, seeing who can get more tips in a day. Ace is always the one you turn to, you’re the one Ace turns to. For pretty much anything.

When July rolls around, you both get more time off. The fourth comes quickly, and you make plans to watch the fireworks from the roof of the claw. Upon climbing up at sunset, you decide to just hang out for a few hours until it’s actually time for the fireworks. You talk and joke, and you and Ace carve your initials into one of the shingles. Laying against the shingles, he only carves an A, and you ask if you’ll ever find out what his last name is.

“Maybe when you take it.”

Those are the five words that change everything. He looks up from his knife, startled at his own words. You’re frozen in place as the sky finally reaches its full darkness. And the first boom grabs your attention. You look over in the direction of the beach, and see red sparkles in the sky. Turning back, Ace is sitting up now, both of you still shell-shocked at his joke. Was it a joke?

His knife is long gone, tucked safely in his pocket, and he grabs your face and kisses you. You kiss him back, obviously. He kisses you passionately, slowly but strongly, and fireworks erupt. Both metaphorically and literally. You both end up laying side by side on the roof, kissing and watching the fireworks. It’s the best night ever.

But it’s never made official. There’s still no blurted out confessions, and it never happens again. His eyes still dart to your lips when you speak to him, you still imagine his arms around your waist, and you both still stare longingly at the other whenever their back is turned.

Until August rolls around, a month filled with storms and fog. And death. Ryan Hudson and his goons pull up for dinner. You and Ace serve them when all the others bail, make jokes about insufferable rich people and stare at each other’s mouths, both trying to not get caught as you wish you could just have what you want.

Then the lights go out. Screaming outside from Nancy, and Tiffany Hudson is dead. You and Ace are pretty much free to go, alibis confirmed. The next day Nancy comes to you with evidence that Tiffany Hudson was killed by Lucy Sable. Dead Lucy. Oh god.

The case unfolds and you’re wrapped up in a supernatural mystery. All the while trying to figure out your very natural mystery. What the hell is going on between you and Ace? It’s normal but not, and you don’t want to lose him, but you can feel the drift starting. It’s so uncertain. For once in your life, nothing makes sense.

You cover well though. Burying your feelings is a lot easier than it should be, and you and Ace still joke and pull stupid shit all the time. George and Bess are tired of being caught in the crossfire of your pranks, Nancy would be, but the only time she’s actually noticed anything is when you shot her with a nerf gun because Ace dodged. Nick, the guy from the garage, makes his way into your crew, and takes immense amusement from you and Ace. It’s fine. Great, even.

Then in September, after Tiffany Hudson’s funeral, you go to the Claw to talk to Ace. But he’s beyond talking. He’s got his tongue in Laura Tandy’s throat. And you knew she was back in town, hell, that’s what pushed you to finally talk to Ace. Only you’re too late. You’ve wasted the summer, your summer, being afraid of losing him. Just to lose him anyways.

So you spend a miserable month pretending you’re fine and fake gagging every time him and Laura have their backs turned on you. You bitch to Bess, who’s all too keen on the drama. Nancy’s so wrapped up in the paranormal and her own love life that she’s barely bothered to notice that you’re drowning. George on the other hand... she’s supportive. Well as supportive as George can be. Mostly threatening Laura and saying she’ll fire Ace if you want her to. But you can’t do that. He may only be a dishwasher at the Claw, but he loves it. He loves being part of the team.

And then you walk in on Laura asking Ace to go to Paris with her. You nearly lose it, but manage to keep it together, hiding around the corner with a hand clamped over your mouth as tears threaten to finally spill free. When they’re out of sight, you call Bess, then George, then Nancy, all to no avail. And so you’re hyperventilating and alone, sitting on the front porch of the Claw when Nick swoops in to save you.

Of course it was Nick. The only one who doesn’t know about the whole mess with Ace. So he makes you explain and watches in horror as you refuse to let tears fall and successfully convince yourself to just not be sad. Over the next few days he turns into a brotherly figure, managing to help you realize that feelings are okay to have.

So the garage is your new hangout, and you don’t realize that Ace is actually missing you. Because the only one he wants to ask about going to France was you. Nick sends you back to work on the fourth day, you don’t want to go but he forces you. He says ‘mixing shitty Caesars is the best remedy for any amount of pain.’ It’s the first time he’d seen you laugh in a while. Actually, the first time you’d laughed in a while.

The first person you see when you walk in the diner, of course, was Ace. Sitting at the bar, staring into the wall’s soul. You manage a quiet ‘hey’, and when he turns to see you looking mostly back to normal, he nearly tackles you into a hug. He manages to restrain himself though, not sure what to do. You two never fight. Is this even a fight? How do you make up from a not-fight-fight? Instead he asks you to sit with him. You do, reluctantly, but only because he insists and you can never say no to him.

“Say the word and I’ll stay. Say you want me here and I won’t go.”

And there he goes, changing everything again. You freeze, just like on the Fourth of July, and stare at him in shock. This time though, he isn’t surprised, it’s just you who’s shell-shocked. It takes you a while to understand that he is actually saying what he’s saying, and you kind of just stare at him for a minute. Then you make your decision.

“I can’t tell you what to do. You need to make this call on your own.”

And then, you mix Caesars. And more Caesars, and more Caesars. The restaurant could be supplied for a week if it weren’t a festival day. You would’ve kept going, but what’s left in the bottom of the vodka bottle looked pretty delicious, so you down it instead. Still mostly sober, but tipsy enough to manage a smile, you patted George on the back and said goodbye before heading to the garage.

Nick makes you crash on his couch in the loft, and after a power nap and a glass of water you’re back to completely sober. Good as new. The only thing that’s missing is... your phone. You left it at the Claw earlier. Which means you have to go back. And probably see Ace again.

So back you go. You get the phone without running into anyone, but pause at the sound of voices in the dining area. Frozen in the kitchen, you watch as Ace tells Laura he’s staying. That he has a ‘purpose here. And a person.’ She tells him to miss her, which gives you mixed vibes, and leaves.

“Ace?”

“Jesus! Oh, Y/n! You’re-you’re here. Oh that’s great, you saw that. How much did you hear?”

“That you have a purpose here. And a person.”

A smile finally appears on your lips, and he reciprocates. You walk into the dining room, toward Ace. He watches your every move intently, as if he’s entranced with you. He is, because he hasn’t seen you smile since Laura came to town. And even though he’s been playing it happy, he’s been miserable. He loves Laura, he really does, but it’s more of the ‘maybe in another world’ kind of relationship.

You and Ace. That’s the ‘perfectly perfect, made for each other, soulmates, in any world’ type of relationship. Best friends to something more, with ups and down. Real. Not some whisk you off to Paris and live in a movie. Horseshoe Bay’s ugly, scary, haunted, real life.

Sitting on a barstool, back to the kitchen, you lean against the bar and look at Ace. You think about what to say. There’s so many things you could do. That you want to do.

Slap him.

Kiss him.

Throw him off the roof.

Hug him until he has to peel you off of him.

Throw a bottle at his head.

Jump into his arms, wrap your legs around his waist and stay there forever.

Stick Lucy on him to suck out his soul.

Kiss him until you run out of air.

Maybe you’ll say something instead. There’s lots of things you could say, but you’re not sure how many of them are true.

Did he really betray you by seeing Laura?

Are you grateful for this because you met Nick and gained a brother?

What would’ve happened if Laura never showed?

Are we still us?

Instead, you decide to go with something you know is the truth.

“I’m your person.”

And he smiles like he’s won the lottery.

Tags: @vexfulfun