#even though it's like 2 months late but shhh

[cyb3rb4tzzz]

HEY GUYS I'M NOT DEAD!!! this has been exam prep week + i'd been rehersing for a fuckass play i was in (also kiinda forgot my tumblr existed sorreee....)

here's one of my favorite drdttober2024 drawings 2 make it up to you guys :3

+ an alt vers where i just played around w/ filters

[amaranthinespirit]

I hate to say it but I think we need a pt 3 to piercer!simon once readers piercing is healed

piercer!simon riley when your piercing has finally healed

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after a patient couple of months, a handful of personal checks from simon himself—how helpful and kind of him really—with assistance cleaning the piercing too, it's finally healed.

the pretty little piercing on your sensitive clit is now healed, which is what simon told you that caused a frown on your face. now it means he won't be between your legs anymore! how disappointing!

i mean, you looked forward to these check-ups, being up-close, and personal with the intimidating brute that pierced a very intimate part of you! and chose to stay face level with your pussy, often swiping his thumb through your folds as a means of 'checking the healing process.' he's so kind!

sweet touches to your hips, a hand splayed over your lower back, or a hand across your waist whenever he'd drop by your apartment, often showing up with flowers to replace the wilting ones in the vase by the front door. he's just the sweetest! (who would've guessed)

of course, you didn't want him to feel like you were using him (oh, but he's so smitten with you, he didn't even care), so you often invited him 'round without the intention of getting his face between your legs—even if the thought did make your thighs clench and pussy throb.

I mean, it was hard! you were paying him back by sucking that heavy cock of his, taking it down your throat 'like a good girl' he'd say. he was one to praise!

but it made your cunt ache, desperately dripping and sopping with slick and arousal every time his cock was in front of your face, his cockhead tracing your bottom lip. it wasn't fair!

you couldn't even get yourself off because he specifically told you not to do anything of the sort. so you listened, and patiently waited for the healing time to finally be over.

countless nights of tossing and turning with arousal, whining at the friction of your cotton panties.

warm, burly arms pulling you back against a firm, hard chest, "shhh, luv, jus' g'to sleep," a raspy, sleep-roughed voice spoke softly to you, causing the chest against your back to rumble with each word.

forget to mention how you let him sleep over? it would just get so late at night, you didn't want him to have to drive home! plus more time together!

but now the time had finally come, laid on your back with your panties hooked around one ankles, his head between your thighs as his eyes critically analyzed your now healed clit piercing, his teasing fingers tugging at the metal. a low chuckle escaping past his lips at the small yelp that it excited from you, the warmth of his breathing grazing over your sopping pussy.

the sight was enticing, it would be hard not to notice every time your cunt was dripping and soaked with arousal. he had a lot of self-control to not run his tongue through your folds, to get just a taste—he had already got a sample with every time he thumbed over your cunt, he'd suck his finger clean when you turned your back.

groaning lowly at the hint of your arousal, he grew hard behind his pants, but you were already such a doll, sucking and jerking him off at the time, he could do it himself this time.

but now, pussy laid bare in front of him, he could finally indugle himself in the sweetness you bared to him, the temptations between your thighs.

he couldn't help himself when he ran his flattened tongue along your soaking cunt, his eyes fluttering shut as he reveled in the way you tasted. sweet, as he expected. you flinched, your back arching off the bed at the unexpected feeling of...metal...?

his tongue piercing clanked against yours, and you questioned on how you must've missed this piece of information, though you chalked it up to the mask he always seem to wear.

your head fell back against your pillow at the sudden wet warmth that lapped at your pussy, teeth grazing your puffy folds that had you tugging at the blond strands at the back of his head.

forcing his head closer against your drooling cunt, his nose pressed to your pierced clit, causing a shudder through your legs.

it wasn't long until you had your legs clamped around his head, a chuckle reverberating through your skin, sending vibrations straight to your clit, forcing another cry out of your throat.

like a man starved, he lapped at your cunt, desperately slurping up every drop of your juices, like nectar, sweet and fulfilling. he couldn't help but groan at the taste of you, one hand wrapping up around your thigh, squeezing the fat under his palm as his other hand snaked around your waist.

his fingers quickly slicked with your arousal, spreading your folds for better access, thumb pawing at your clit, now extra sensitive with the piercing through the little pearl. it only caused your thighs to clamp harder around his head, but he didn't mind, he was trapped right where he wanted to be—the gates of heaven.

"fuck, y'taste s'gud, luvie," he muttered into your folds, mewls slipping from your lips at the sensations it caused, "been waitin' patiently like a good'boy t'have y'r cunt on m'tongue."

you could only moan in response, strained, incoherent words that fell off your tongue before they could even form into a proper sentence. you were lucky if you managed to get his name past your lips, legs crossed over his shoulders in an attempt to draw him closer, tugging at his hair only earning a rough grunt from him.

it didn't take long to feel the knot tying in your stomach, the one you had been waiting months for, the one you wanted him to tie into a pretty bow before it unravels by the pull of his teeth, the drag of his piercing along your spongy walls as the pink muscle forced its way into your drooling cunt.

his eyes fluttered shut again, his crooked nose pressing into your clit that caused you to squirm under his face, only held in place by his firm hands.

you had tried to writhe away at the feeling building, the ribbon tying itself in your lower abdomen as it built, and built, and built. a feeling now stronger than you had ever felt because of its absence. it had been too long.

tears pricked your eyes, the way you were simultaneously dragging him by his hair closer, legs crossed behind his neck, and yet squirming away was contradictory, but it didn't matter. only you unravelling on his tongue.

you couldn't even form proper noises anymore, short, strangled whines were the only things that managed past your lips. chants of his name on your lips like a prayer, his merciless tongue lapping at your cunt, desperate to keep the taste of your sweet nectar on his taste buds, teeth grazing along your puffy folds which pushed you over the edge.

you swore your ears started ringing as your vision went hazy, with tears most likely, and noise, like static. your grasp on him loosened momentarily when you were under the impression that he was going to pull away.

he didn't.

you're in for a long night. he's only had his first course so far, and there's four in store for the night. but don't worry, he's just paying you back, little doll.

[skzfairyy]

2:34am

Pairings: Bangchan x reader!

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Warnings: reader just misses her man tbh

Wc: 1.4k

AN: This is a soft hours series we’ve been working on for a couple weeks, the rest of the members will be released throughout the next couple of weeks! Enjoy! -Y2K

Light sniffles were the only sounds echoing through Y/N’s empty studio apartment in the late hours of the night. The girl was freshly washed from the shower and in her comfiest pair of pajamas. She sat in the middle of her couch, choosing to wrap herself in her fluffiest blanket like a burrito while she watched videos of her boyfriend’s famous boy group on repeat. 

Y/N knew that the boys were in high demand, being the incredibly talented global superstars that they were, and usually, she’s pretty good at keeping herself busy in the time that Stray Kids went on their world tours. But it's times like these, when it’s late at night, the air is chilly, and she’s all alone while her favorite person in the entire world has been gone for almost seven months, these were the nights it would hit her the most. 

Though most days have their fair amount of stressors, today was more stressful than usual. Missing her alarm and starting the morning off rushed and still being late, and not having time to grab breakfast, on top of a packed schedule. Only to come home to a mountain of chores that really can't wait another day. So after two servings of instant ramen with a few much needed shots of soju, Y/N started a load of laundry before cleaning the kitchen, and a few other household chores.  

It was after all her chores and distractions were taken care of, and she was sitting alone in her (now clean) apartment, that she really began to miss her dimple-faced boyfriend more than usual. Though she knows he tries his best to message her regularly to let her know how much he misses her, nothing beats the warmth of being in Chan’s arms after a long and stressful day. 

While reaching for her glass of hot tea, the security system on the wall makes a familiar chime. With a slight frown, Y/N looks at the phone in her hand, the clock reading 2:34 am. This confuses the teary-eyed woman briefly before she shuffles her way over to the screen on the wall by her front door. She frowns even more when she notices no one standing in front of her apartment, only her neighbor's front door and the usual empty hallway on the corner of the 4th floor. Her hand flies up to the intercom careful to not drop the blanket wrapped around her. 

      “Hello?” Her voice rings out a bit unsure, only to be met with complete silence.

Maybe it was a bug flying across the sensor?

She frowns and shuffles back to the living room area, but before she could sit, the bell chimes again. Y/N lets out a frustrated sigh before waddling her way down the hall and towards her entryway again. She reaches for the metal bat in the corner by her door, (it’s always good to be prepared), before opening it. 

Standing there dressed in a black hoodie, sweatpants, and a matching beanie, was the man she missed the most over the last few months. Slung over his shoulder was a black duffle bag, and in his other hand was his silver briefcase that he never parted with, and though his face was half covered by a black mask, she could see how his smile reached his eyes the moment the door opened. 

Y/N let out a high pitched squeal as she dropped the bat in her hands to cover her face, recognizing him instantly. The tears began to fall quickly and Bangchan went into panic mode. 

     “Hey! No no no no no! Shhh!” He surges forward, dropping the bags on the floor of her entryway quickly before pulling her blanket-wrapped body into his arms. 

That didn’t exactly stop the sobs from Y/N, but instead, made her cry even harder into his shoulder, soaking his hoodie with her salty tears. 

They stood there like that for a good 10 minutes, until Y/N’s sobs had finally stopped. At some point he was able to shut the door behind them, allowing them privacy from anyone passing in the hallway. He gently brushes the flyaways that stick to her forehead out of her face, as she finally looks up at him, eyes puffy and nose red from her rather emotional greeting. 

     “If I knew you’d cry at the sight of me, I would’ve just gone straight to the dorms jagiya.” He chuckles out, wiping away the tears from under her eyes with a soft smile.

     “I- what are you doing here…?” Her voice makes her question sound a bit scratchy while she frowns in confusion.

     “We just got back a couple hours ago, I had to see you.” His mask now sat at the bottom of his chin. The sweet dimples she missed so much appear proudly as he smiles, amused in his girlfriend’s actions. 

      “Why are you wrapped up like this?” He pats her blanket-covered back as she shrugs. 

       “It’s comfy.” Her words are short as she buries her face in his chest, inhaling his warm scent. 

      “Missed me that much, baby girl?” His arms work their way around her body, hugging her close to him as he kisses her temple.

Her response is muffled against his chest, he just laughs to himself. It felt so good to finally have his girl in his arms again after such a long time apart. Y/N’s always been the stronger one whenever his job calls him away for an extended amount of time, even if he doesn’t show how badly he’s struggling from their time apart. She’s always found a way to keep herself busy while he’s away, and never fails to respond the second he sends her a message no matter the time, and although Chan loves that about her, he is someone who thrives off of physical affection. Being away from the person he cares about most, without being able to hold them, is never easy for him. Seeing how clingy she is to him, makes his heart warm instantly. Moments like these were something he’s missed since the very first night of the tour, and everyone knew it. 

Which is why it was no surprise to any of his members that her apartment was the first place Chan disappeared to the minute they left the airport. 

He moves to pull away from their hug and quickly receives a whine of protest. Already sensing she’s in a clingier mood than usual, Chan lets out another chuckle and moves his arms back around her. 

      “Can we at least move to the couch so I can hold you better?” He whispers close to her ear. 

Without any words she shuffles her feet backward, Chan moves with her instantly with an amused smile. Their feet move together across the entryway abandoning his bags as they make it to the couch without breaking the tight grip he has her in. 

Chan lets out a small grunt as he allows his body to fall back onto the couch. Y/N’s body fell on top of him while letting out a small giggle. She shifts to finally look up at him, arms free, and their legs tangled together as they adjust their position comfortably, letting her blanket loosely cover their bodies. 

With Y/N’s face resting against Chan’s chest, and his fingers tracing lightly onto her back, he finally glances over at the tv with her eyes following a second later, the video of their song Hellevator playing on the screen. 

      “Ah! Why are you watching debut era music videos?” He turns back to look at her squished cheek against his chest. 

      “They make me feel better when you’re not here… and I get a pretty good laugh whenever I see the hair they had you in.” She smiles widely, giggling when Crispy Chris, a nickname she gave him for his early blonde hair era, appears on the screen.

      “Well, I’m here now.” He finds the remote somewhere behind him and turns the cringey video off despite her protests. 

Y/N turns her face, resting her chin on her hand as they make eye contact. After 7 long months of not having her boyfriend by her side, she’s finally able to look into his beautiful eyes without a screen separating them. It was so easy to fall back into the routine with him despite his random surprise tonight, and even though it’s only for the night until his idol duties start calling again-

She gets to have this man all to herself. Her man.

And that’s what makes all these long breaks worthwhile.

masterlist 

[starysky1289]

Alpha! Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. I'll keep you here PT 2

A/N: Stacie and YN have a PLATONIC relationship! So every time they say ‘ I love you ‘ ( it’s like twice ) they aren’t having a affair or something

" shhh, I know Elizabeth...cmon, let's fall asleep "

You held your daughter close to your chest, as she wailed into the night. You were desperately trying to get her asleep, you knew she was a bother to the other Soroity girls in the house. It had only been a month since she was born, and god could she cry.

" I-I know Elizabeth, it's a lot, it's a lot for mama too....i just need you to sleep, please... maam needs to go with her friends to get her pretty dress...and I'll be getting yours too. You'll be so pretty, just please go to sleep. "

You felt your eyes swell with tears, her wails continuing. God this was too much, you let this happen, you could have done so many things to stop this, but now you were stuck with Vanessa. You had school assignments piling up, and you were getting married in August, only months away.

" y/n...give me her.."

You glanced up, seeing Vanessa figure in the doorway, the little light in Elizabeth's room lit Vanessa green eyes up. She gently walked towards you, taking Elizabeth in her arms, who settled down almost instantly.

"d-does she not like me.?"

" no y/n. She's just had you all day, she wants her mother for a bit. Go lay down, please. I need my girl rested for her huge day tomorrow

Vanessa kissed your forehead gently, and you left the room, laying down in Vanessa bed and falling asleep instantly. Vanessa scent of vanilla and citrus flooded your nostrils, and comforted you as you drifted to sleep.

*~*

" why are you having me take a picture of you y/n, no one can see! "

« Vanessa wants to see the options I like. Then she'll tell me what one matches the theme best. "

It was just you and Stacie, your best friend, in the boutique. You had plenty of elegant gowns lined up on racks for you to try on. Your current one was a ball gown, with lace ruffles and beautiful sequins down the dress.

" what do you mean she's going go see it?? The whole point is she doesn't! "

" I know Stacie...but she just wants it perfect, and these are the only ones with matching baby dresses. Vanessa only wants me, her, and Elizabeth wearing white. It's gotta be perfect. "

Stacie sighed, helping you fluff your dress before standing back to take the photo, and sent it off to Vanessa as you went into the back to change.

" she says no. She wants some sorta sleeve."

" alright! One minute! "

You went for the next dress, with lace lining the edges of the dress, that lead up the chest part in beautiful flowered swirls. It had puffy lace sleeves that only had the cuffs touching your skin. You stepped out of your changing room and onto the small stage in front of Stacie.

" oh, this has to be it. Its gorgeous!! "

" we'll take a picture! Oh I hope she says yes.."

Stacie quickly took a few nice photos of you in the dress, and sent the to Vanessa. Your heart raced with anticipation, you loved this dress, she had to love it, please let her love it.

" she says yes!! She loves it! She says you're absolutely stunning in it and she can't...you can read the rest "

You squealed in joy as you snatched the phone, blushing almost immediately as you read the rest of Vanessa's message.

" Oh it's gorgeous. Yes, 100% yes. God I can't wait to rip it off you after the wedding~ "

You laughed, sending her back a heart as you hugged Stacie tightly, squeezing her into you.

Stacie chuckled, pressing her forehead against yours.

" you seem so happy about all this...are you really? "

You smiled softly, glancing off into mirrors around the boutique.

" I am. S-she's great..really.... an amazing mother to Elizabeth..."

" really? Even though she wasn't there...? "

You looked up at Stacie, nodding silently, still holding your smile.

" she is. She's stayed up late and changed and bottle fed her...she watches her when I have exams...she's such a good mother to her...unlike me…”

" don't say that y/n. You're a wonderful mom..."

You sat down on the small stage,you were exhausted, you could hardly sleep after last night, kept up by the thought you were an awful mother. You couldn't get your a daughter to sleep without help.

" i-i just feel like Elizabeth hates me...she just cries and cries when I hold her, and the other sorority girls complain that she keeps them up, a-and-"

" well if A bunch of girls are annoyed by a baby that's there problem. Vanessa said they could move out for a bit, but they insisted on staying.And Elizabeth is just a baby, she's going to cry. It doesn't make you a bad mom that you need some help with her. It's normal..."

" I just...I feel bad she has to grow up around these people..."

Stacie sat besides you, pulling you into a tight hug, wiping away your tears and pressing her forehead against yours.

" it won't be forever. Vanessa graduated, your almost about to graduate as valedictorian. Do you know how incredible that is. You haven't let this pregnancy stop you. Your passing with flying colors, you get to go on that stage and say ' hey losers, guess who's valedictorian and a mother. ‘ “

You chuckled, hugging her tightly. Stacie was always there for you in your ups and downs.

And she would always be there, she was your child's Godmother, and she swore she'd do anything for her. She'd do anything for you.

" yeah. Yeah. Thank you Stacie....cmon. Let's pay for this dress and go get something to eat. “

You stood up, smiling once more, going back into the changing room to change back. You were valedictorian, and you were about to marry a successful lawyer, with your beautiful daughter. You were loved.

*~*

“ Vanessa Dean Shelly. Are you kidding me??? A huge ass party the day before my finals?? A huge party with our baby in the house?? “

“ relax baby, it’s the last party I’m throwing as president before Bailey takes over. The upstairs is off limits, and- “

“ It dosent matter!! You promised me months ago that you would watch Ellie while I studied!! This is ridicules. “

You turned around and stormed upstairs, grabbing your empty backpack and heading into Elizabeth’s room, packing up her necessities, diapers, bottles, clothes, wipes. Elizabeth was still sleeping when you were done packing, as you quickly dialed Stacie’s number.

“ Hello?? “

“ sorry Stacie, can me and Ellie crash at the dorm? Vanessa’s throwing the big song the year party, and I don’t wan Ellie to be in the house for it. “

“ Seriously?? Your kidding. Alright, I’m coming. Love ya. “

“ love ya to “

You hung up, finishing packing your stuff as you gently picked up Elizabeth, kissing her forehead gently. You placed her in the carrier, slinging the backpack on as you made your way back downstairs, people already beginning to pile in.

“ Yn?? Hell are you doing with Ellie. “

“ we are spending the night at Stacie’s. And we won’t be back till you’re sober. She’ll be here any moment. “

You made your way outside, waiting on the sidewalk. Vanesssa chased after you grabbing your shoulder.

“ C-cmon yn!! Have a drink, relax! You haven’t been in a party for months! “

“ cause I’m taking care of our daughter! Do you remember last time, you were drunk, banging on the door to see her. Your not ok when your drunk. “

Just then, Stacie’s car pulled up. You opened the back door, sliding Ellie in and sitting besides her. Vanessa tried to hold the door open, you could tell she was angry, desperate for you not to go.

“ I’ll cancel the party if it’ll make you happy, ok?? No one’s gonna hurt our baby!! “

“…it’s not the others I’m worried about…”

You finally closed the door, Stacie quickly drove off and you watched Vanessa storm up the steps, kicking a flowerpot off the steps before going inside. You looked down at Ellie, holding her small hand with your finger.

“ I’m sorry Stacie…”

“ don’t be. Your bed is still nice and made, it’ll be like you never left. “

“ yeah…I don’t wanna be a bother again but. Could you maybe…watch Elizabeth while I’m at my final tomorrow…? “

“ yeah! Of course! You have all the stuff, so no problem. “

You looked back down at Ellie, watching her yawn, as she slowly blinked her eyes open to look at you.

“ thank you…”

*~*

You had stayed with Stacie for two days before Vanessa finally called back. Ellie had just ran out of diapers, and you had neglected to pack your own clothes, so you stank in your outfit. Stacie had given you one of her hoodies to borrow, to try and help. You stepped out of her car, Elizabeth in the carrier and the practically empty backpack slung over your shoulder.

Vanessa stood on the front step, watching you as you made your way up to her.

“ give me my daughter. She needs her mother. “

“ My English final went great, thank you for asking. “

You gently handed over the carrier, shoving past and into your bedroom to change. You could hear Vanessa following after you, her presence heavy over you.

“ and burn that hoodie why don’t you. You don’t need to be wearing her clothes. “

“ wow i missed you to Vanessa. Why are we even getting married if your like this. “

“ don’t talk to me like that. Look. “

She turned you around with her open hand, pulling her collar down enough to show off to show off the set of bite marks around the base of her neck.

“ look. You have me this mark, the night after I proposed to you. You did this to show me you loved me. Why are you treating me like this. “

You froze, glancing up at her, then down to Ellie, before at the ground.

“ I’m…I-I’m sorry Vanessa…I was just….stressed about my final. I should sleep on the couch tonight, just so I can cool down…I-i love you. “

You clung onto Vanessa, leaning your head against her. You were a bit…rude lately…you just needed some time to unwind.

“ aww…I love you too sweetheart. I’ll Watch Elizabeth tonight, mkay~? “

“ alright…t-thank you…”

*~*

Finally. Today was the day. You sat in your dressing room as your stylists did your hair and makeup. The pretty wedding dress fit you perfectly, and Ellie was already in hers, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Stacie was nearby as her stylist fixed her up. She was your maid of honor, and one of the few bridesmaids you had.

“ you ready yn? I just got the text there ready when we are. “

“ mhm…a-as ready as I can be…”

You could see Stacie from the corner of your eye. The stylist finished up and left. You gently picked up Elizabeth, holding her at your side as you looked into the mirror. You’ve never looks so pretty, you where gorgeous in the dress.

“ cmon…lemme see Ellie. Your bouquets right there. Remember the plan? “

“ M-mhm…first is Vanessa, then her girls, then my mom will bring down Ellie, then you girls…then I walk down with dad…”

Stacie held your hand, giving you a gentle smile. You returned the smile, squeezing her hand.

“ I love…”

“ no. Don’t say that right now yn. Today’s the day you put all your love onto one girl. Ok? “

You nodded, wiping away your tear before it messed up your makeup. Stacie smiled once more, leaving the room before you and leaving you alone. This was it, the moment you waited for. You were excited, it just felt so. Off.

You were getting married in the most beautiful chapel you’d ever seen. Everyone was coming, even though your family was much larger than Vanessa’s. All your friends and almost every sorority girl was there.

You made your way out into the hall, holding your bouquet of hydrangeas and lilys. The walk down to the entrance felt like it took forever. When you finally walked through, the photographers immediately began to take photos, you pulled your smile onto your face, staying back as everyone else lined up. You could see your mother settling Ellie into the small wagon to bring her down the aisle.

Then the music began. Your smile only grew brighter, you were getting married to the women your loved. You had a beautiful baby girl with her, and an amazing life. You could see Vanessa coming in the other way, blocked by her bridesmaid to not see you. Then she was followed by her girls, then your mother carried Ellie down, then you watched Stacie and the few others, then it was you.

Your father took your arm, giving you a gentle smile. The music began to change, as you made your way down. The eyes of every person in there were on you. It would have scared you if you weren’t so fixed in Vanessa.

She was wearing a gorgeous long Lacey dress, covered in laced flowers and small jewels. Her shoulders and neck were bare and open, with a beautiful rose gold chain around her neck, with a beautiful diamond on it. You could see the mark you left on her, small but deep. She was holding Ellie in one arm, smiling at you as your father let you go, as you stood across from her. Elizabeth turned and reached for you, and you took her with your open hand, as the preacher began to speak.

“ Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today for the holy union of these two lovely souls. Today they are to be united permanently, love bound for eternity. Vanessa, if you’d like to start with your speech. “

Vanessa nodded, clearing her throat before talking. Her green eyes beautifully starring into yours.

“ Y/N L/N, or, shall I say soon to be Y/N Shelly. Sense the moment I saw you in our college class, I knew I had to have you. I knew you would be the one to spend the rest of my life with. I know, we have had our ups and down in our relationship, but, what couple hasent. I’m the luckiest women in the world to be married to a college valedictorian, a wonderful mother of our wonderful daughter. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my mate, my wife Y/n. I love you. “

You watched Vanessa get teary eyed, before wipping them quickly. Elizabeth made a small coo, and turned to Vanessa. Everyone let out a small chuckle as Vanessa took Elizabeth back.

“ Y/N, now you may give your speech. “

You cleared your throat, holding Vanessa open hand.

“ V-Vanessa….i know we have had our rough moments. But I’ve seen you grow, and I have grown besides you. I knew that when I first saw you, there was something. Something special about you, and now here we are, with our perfect daughter at this perfect ceremony. I love you. I love you more than I can ever possibly show you. I’m the luckiest to have you as my mate Vanessa. “

The pastor cleared his throat, signaling for a girl to bring up two small cases. He took them both, and opened the first one. Inside sat a gorgeous silver wedding band with the date etched on it. He handed it to you, and you took Vanessa had.

“ Repeat after me,’ I, Yn, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

“ I, Yn, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

You gently slide the ring onto her finger, you could see her smile growing. The pastor took out the next ring, a thinner silver band with the date etched on it.

“ Repeat after me. ‘ I, Vanessa, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife ‘ “

“ I, Vanessa, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

Vanessa gently slid the ring onto your finger. You felt your eyes swell with tears, you could latch onto right now if you wanted.

“ And now, with the power vested in me, by the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you Wife and Wife, you may now kiss the brides. “

Vanessa turned and handed off Ellie to one of her bridesmaids, and immediately scooped you up, kissing you deeply. The roar of applause and cheers filled the room. She carried you in her arms as you both walked down the aisle. You pulled her face you yours, kissing her deeply.

“ Well, Mrs Shelly, how does it feel to be married to the best women on earth. “

“ I don’t know Nessa, how does it feel~ “

Vanessa laughed, kissing you once again and putting you down. The bridesmaids followed after you, returning Elizabeth to your hands. You both bent down and kissed her small cheeks. You haven’t felt this happy in months, this was the best feeling you’ve had. And now you were married to the best Women ever.

*~*

You sat besides Vanessa at the brides table, she was loudly talking to her friends, laughing about stories from college. Elizabeth sat besides you, gently feeding her the baby food you had brought, not to focused about the atmosphere.

The After-Party was in a beautiful hotel convention room. It was adorn with gorgeous crystal chandeliers, with gorgeous and colorful rose bouquets across every table.

“ Well, Mrs. Shelly, why aren’t you enjoying yourself? “

You glanced up, seeing William standing infront of you, he was dressed ins a deep violet suit, his greying hairs combed back.

“ oh, I’m just feeding Ellie, the party just started, I’ll have time later “

“ you and Vanessa haven’t even had your first dance. Everyone’s waiting. I’ll finish feeding little Elizabeth, and you two have your dance. This is just as much your night as it is hers. “

You smiled, giving and gentle nod as you handed him the rest of the small jar of baby food, letting him pick up Ellie and go back to his seat.

“ nessy….i think it’s time…”

“ Hm? Oh yes! Bailey go tell the band we’re ready. “

Vanessa stood up, taking your hand and leading you to the middle of the dance floor. Everyone went silent, as the slow rhythm of the music filled the room. You held onto both of her hands, as you both gently began to waltz, your eyes locked onto eachothers.

“ Oh..yn you look gorgeous..”

“ your just as stunning Vanessa….i love you..”

Vanessa spun you, before pulling you into her, and kissing you gently. Her Ivy Green eyes glowed in the slight.

“…I love you too..Mi Amor~ “

You chuckled pulling back a Little to sway better.

“ Spanish Vanessa? Rather romantic…it’s still early dear~ “

“ I’ll be very romantic with you later then dear~ “

You felt like you were floating, like no one else was here with you, just you and Vanessa, dancing under the beautiful stars. She was the best thing to happen to you in years, like she has changed everything in one night.

The music stopped, and the clapping started. Vanessa walked you back to the brides table, looking around and beginning to panic slightly.

“ Where’s Ellie!! Where did she go-! “

“ it’s ok!! No worries, William has her, see? “

Vanessa looked over, her eyes like daggers as she saw William feeding Elizabeth.

“ I see. Whatever, just get her back soon. “

“ please, just don’t hate your father for the night. He’s just being helpful, he wants us to have fun. “

“ alright…I still want Ellie back soon..”

You pulled vanessa closer, hugging her arm close to you. Vanessa rolled her eyes, kissing your forehead.

“ I love you YN…I hope your having a good time “

“ I’m having a wonder night Vanessa…thank you so much…I love you. “

Vanessa smiled softly, looking over at the table of her friends who were waving her over.

“ go, we’ll have all night together, go hang out with your friends. “

“ you sure? “

“ positive Vanessa. “

Vanessa smiled, getting up and walking over to her friends. You got up and went over to Stacie, who sat nearby.

“ you having fun? “

“ I am! It’s great. “

“ I’m so happy for you YN. I really am. “

You sat besides Stacie, and began talking about your highschool and college years. You were married to Vanessa, but you both still knew you could be separated at times like this. You glanced over at her, and saw her starring back at you. What a lucky girl you where

*~*

The whole night had been filled with dancing and talking, and amazing food. Vanessa really haven’t wasted a cent on it. You were sitting in front of the vanity in yours and Vanessa’s room, brushing your hair out and prepping yourself for bed. Elizabeth had just gone down, and she was fast asleep. Suddenly, Vanessa rushed through the door, chuckling softly.

“ YN! “

“ Vanessa shh! I just got Ellie down…what’s the matter? “

“ the hostess told me they just finished cleaning up. Cmon, head down with me. “

You tilted your head, standing up and walking over to her. You were wearing simple grey sweatpants and a black shirt.

“ Why? And what about Ellie? “

“ Elizabeth is a heavy sleeper, and it won’t be that long, just cmon! “

Vanessa took your hand, quickly pulling you into the hall and gently shutting the door. You chuckled as she rushed you to the elevator. She must be drunk, she’s never been this excited about something so small.

You both entered the elevator, Vanessa his the lobby button and held your hand tightly. You leaned your head against hers, and with her open hand she turned your head and kissed you gently. You didn’t taste a drop of alcohol on her tongue.

“ your sober Vanessa? “

“ of course I am. Ok I had one drink at the beginning of the after party, but nothing else. “

The elevator dung, and Vanessa quickly rushed you out, heading towards the center your wedding was held in. The hostess smiled and nodded, and Vanessa walked you into the middle of the floor. All the tables had been packed away, it was empty. Just the two of you.

Vanessa pulled her phone out and scrolled through, pulling up the two of yours favorite song. She smiled softly, holding your hips and beginning to sway gently, you followed suit after.

“ I wanted to give you one last dance. Just for you baby. “

“ Vanessa….i-I…”

“ I love you YN Shelly. “

“ I love you more Vanessa Shelly…”

You kissed her gently, and pressed your forehead against hers. The two of you stayed like this the whole song, swaying and humming softly, embracing each other’s love. At the end, Vanessa gave you a twirl, before pulling you into a gentle kiss. You giggled, hugging her tightly.

“ I love you…”

“ I love you more “

Afterwards, Vanessa lead you back through the lobby, up the elevator, and finally back to your room. Elizabeth was still asleep, like nothing had happened. You both snuggled onto the bed, hugging eachother tightly.

“ sleep well yn. I hope you have the best dreams…”

“ you too Vanessa….thank you…”

Vanessa kissed your head as your drifted away to slumber. The last things you heard her say was a simple.

“…thank you….”

*~*

“ Baby…get up…”

“ Vanessa…? “

“ fuck…I’m so hard baby…”

You groggily rubbed your eyes, sitting up and seeing Vanessa sat up in bed, panting slightly with a visible tent in her boxers.

“ I-I couldn’t sleep and I let myself daydream about…about how sexy you looked in that wedding dress…a-and I’m..I’m so hard yn…please…”

Vanessa whined softly, you blushed lightly as the sight. You gently pulled down her boxers, taking her girth in your hand, stroking it gently.

“ shh…I’ll take care of you nessa~ “

“ Please…I-i need my pretty omega…”

You smiled, tossing off your sweats and panties, stabbing her hips.

“ wet already? “

“ well when you get all hot and bothered like this I can’t help myself Vanessa…”

You grinded slightly against her length, before placing your arms over her shoulders and letting yourself slip onto it.

“ o-oh fuck vannessa~ “

“ Y-Yn~ “

Vanessa gripped your thighs, holding onto you as you bounced on her cock. Her ivy eye where the only thing glowing in the room, just you two in darkness, loving eachother with such force, such dedication.

“ S-so big nessy…p-please give me more…”

“ you want m-more princess~? “

“ P-pretty please…”

Vanessa smirked, flipping you backwards. She threw your legs over your shoulders, and thrusted hard into you. You let out a shrill moan, before quickly covering you mouth.

“ yeah, that’s it…keep quiet for me baby…I-I’ll fuck this pussy nice and good…”

Vanessa continued her pace, kissing up and down your neck, leaving small marks every now and then. Your moans were muffled but audible, fuck she was big. And you got to keep her all to yourself now, what a lucky little omega you were.

“ v-Vanessa…p-please…”

“ F-Fuck! Take it…take my pretty load and keep it in your pretty cunt all night long…like a good slut~ “

Vanessa’s thrusts grew faster, as she gripped your sides to hold you better. You cried out louder, as Vanessa’s muffled you with a kiss.

“ cum with me…show me how much you love me YN Shelly. “

“ F-fuck…I-I….i love you n-nessa- F-FUCKKKK “

You cried out as your came, feeling Vanessa thrust in again, her hot load following after.

“ that’s it….you like being filled with my pups don’t you slut~ “

You were too exhausted to answer, panting heavily as you expected her to continue.

“ I won’t push you…rest…but next time we aren’t stopping. I love you YN. “

Vanessa kissed your forehead, pulling out slowly and laying besides you, pulling you into her arms as you drifted asleep once again in her strong, loving arms.

*~*

“ Yn Get up. We have to get ready for brunch. Make sure Ellie’s changed and dressed. “

You yawned, sitting up in the comfy hotel bed, your legs still hurt from last night. Vanessa was up and in her new dress already. You were groggy, exhausted from the day prior.

“ where are you going nessa….”

“ I’m going to the restaurant early to make sure the buffet is set up perfectly. Dont worry, I’ll be back to get you two. Your dress is hanging in the bathroom, Elizabeth’s is there too. I’ll be back “

Vanessa made her way to the door, looking back at you before leaving. You sighed, sitting up and heading into the next room, Ellie was still asleep.

“ heavy sleeper huh? Even after last night. Pft…cmon baby girl, let’s get you all pretty “

You lifted her up and carried her into the next room, and as soon as you did she stared crying.

“ no no shh…shh its ok Elizabeth…mamas gonna get you all pretty for yummy breakfast. “

You bounced her in your arms, looking out the window. You could see the whole city from the top floor. Thats when it hit you. Vanessa was elsewhere, you were with your crying baby, it was just like months ago.

You sighed, turning to head into the bathroom. You loved Vanessa with all your heart, but she was a busy woman. She could clearly make time for you, like last night. But maybe she just needed to be busy.

But she had kept her promise. She kept you here. And you weren’t all to upset about it. She loved you, even if she couldn’t alway show it. And you definitely loved her.

[ikeu-ikeu]

im back from the de@d

Notes: Wrote this in a sitting and this is my first time writing… its crap but ill get better eventually

wc: 1672 (woah?)

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Miss your touch.

“Y/n please i can explain!!” Jake said teary eyed as he attempted reaching out to you, soon turning into a fail as u swiftly moved away from his touch.

“whats there to explain Jake?!” you reply back screaming, you didn’t care if you were loud or if anyone could hear you.

You just didn’t give a fuck anymore.

You walk in tiny circles while grabbing your hair.

“Y/n please calm down and i can explain..please..?” voice wavering

Jake knew what he did was wrong, it was too late for him to realize, though.

“explain what?! that i was just a bet for you and your friends? did you even love me?” you exclaimed while sobbing in between your words.

When you said those words, he went blank. So much to say, but so little could be expressed.

“I’m leaving.” it was a simple sentence but it didn’t fail to make Jake’s hairs go up.

He didn’t even reach for you or fought for you. He only stood and watched as you left your apartment, only bringing your purse and your phone.

As soon as you exited the apartment, thats when Jake started bawling his eyes out.

He never meant for any of this to happen. sure, he did it for the shits and giggles at first but he started gaining real feelings for you. He and his friends called off the bet, saying you deserved better than that. He and his friends regretted ever doing that to you, you were a sweet and kind girl, always caring for your friends and family.

You get in your car but you realize you have no where else to go. You contact your best friend, Sunoo. You guys have been friends since Kindergarten and were inseparable. Even now, you guys are still close. Although you guys aren’t siblings, both of you have always treated one another as siblings.

After you told him some details via call, he agreed to let you stay at his house.

The ride to his house was a daze, everything that happened in the past hour was a haze.

You arrived at his doorstep and rung the bell, he opened the door and took in your state.

A mess. You looked like a mess. your hair was a mess, your eyes were so red, mascara running down your eyes. Your lips were swollen from all the biting trying to conceal your cries.

He hugged you. That’s all it took for your eyes to start watering up.

“Shhh, don’t be sad. It’s okay. I’m here with you.” Sunoo said, whispering in your ear while caressing your hair in a calming manner. You cried even harder, you hugged him back and gripped his shirt hard.

All he could do was just stare and listen to your painful sobs, he’s never seen you in such a state before. He brings you in and sits you down on the couch in his living room.

“Wait for me here, i’ll give you some water okay?” Sunoo said, after gaining a nod of approval he quickly sprints to the kitchen and quickly comes back with a glass of very much needed water.

“Drink up, Y/n, i don’t like seeing you sad”

You accept the glass from his hand you started chugging the water.

After calming down for awhile you told him about everything that happened.

“So Jake only got with you as a bet? What about those 5 months you were together?! What a fucking jerk!!” after Sunoo heard the words that left your mouth, his blood was boiling. He never knew someone could be such an asshole.

“Can we move on over this topic please? i wanna forget about it.. can we watch a movie?” you say, frown evident in your voice

Without a second thought Sunoo turns the tv on, ready to watch any movie you desired.

3:56 am.

Jake feels like a piece of shit, He is a piece of shit. He’s been drinking to numb down the pain in his heart, he knows the pain he’s feeling will never compare to what you’re dealing with.

Drinking. He promised to stop drinking once you 2 got together. It was a really bad habit of his, but without, you who’s here to stop him now?

His whole body feels numb, his eyes are so red and puffy, he feels dizzy and his heart ached for you. He feels his heart shattering every second when he thinks back to what happened, the tears that stained your face, your voice was breaking every second. Your eyes, oh, your beautiful eyes that he loved so much, were spilling tears and it never seemed to stop.

Shit, he was crying again. But, he deserves it, does he?

He goes in your shared bedroom, all your belongings were still there, all the photos from previous events hung up on the wall, still there. The plushies that he gave you for your monthsary? still there. All the memories from the past months. It was all there.

He sat down on the queen sized bed, it felt so lonely without you. He missed your cute little snores. He missed seeing you wake up with messy hair. He missed waking up to your kisses on his cheek.

He laid down on the bed and grabbed your plushie from your 1st monthsary. He remembers it so well, you looked so beautiful that day. You were always beautiful.

He looked at the plushie, his vision went blurry.

He was crying again. He hugged the plushie, it smelt like you, it made him cry even harder. He cried himself to sleep like a baby, not knowing what they’re feeling. He had been crying till sunrise, his eyes were swollen and red. After all that he went to sleep, plushie engulfed in his arms.

You woke up at noon, you and had Sunoo stayed up late watching horror movies together and played games. It made you forget about the events prior.

You knew you had to return back to your shared apartment with Jake to get your belongings. It really shouldn’t be that hard considering you have a spare key that he gave you on your 2nd monthsary.

“Are you sure you’re going back there? i mean, i can get your stuff for you, if you’d like.” Sunoo said after you told him what you were gonna do.

“It’s okay, Sunoo. I can go alone, thanks for being concerned though. I appreciate it.” you said as you hugged him a goodbye before you left his house.

“Message me if you need me okay? stay safe y/n.” he hugged u back and patted your back, wishing you well on your journey.

It had been 6pm since you left his house. It’s now 6:54pm, you grabbed your spare keys and tried to open the door. Usually, Jake would be at work in this time, so you weren’t that worried bumping into him.

You entered the apartment. Nothing seemed out of place.

Then you saw it. The beer bottles.

You had forbid Jake from drinking and seeing all the bottles made you feel different emotions at once. Not a problem, you think. You open the door to your once shared room, not expecting to see him but there he was.

Peacefully asleep on the bed was Jake. His eyes were puffy and he was hugging the plushie he got you.

You softly gasp. He looked so vulnerable when asleep, you always adored him when he was asleep. The cute snores and his pink lips forming into a pout.

You’ve always loved Jake’s lips, loving the way they felt on your lips, on your nose, on your forehead and on your cheeks.

Well, seems like the gasp wasn’t as soft as you expected, as you looked at Jake he started to wake up and take in what was happening.

His eyes were blinking from just being newly woken up. His eyes were red from the whole night of crying. Now he had a headache from drinking too much.

“y../n.?” he says weakly, his voice cracking.

You just stand there and stare at him, debating whether you should cry and hug him, saying you missed him so much or whether you should slap him and tell him he’s an asshole and start collecting your belongings, wanting to leave the place as soon as possible.

But, looking at his current state, you didn’t wanna.

He was pale, his lips were dry and he had disheveled hair. He looked like a wreck. You can tell he hasn’t eaten in hours. All you wanted to do was cuddle him, and that you did.

Without another word, you walk your way towards the bed and lay down with him and you started to cuddle him, his face buried in your chest. You start caressing his hair and kiss his head. No words were exchanged. He was trembling under your touch, He started to break.

He tried holding back the tears but he couldn’t. He broke down crying, he hugged your waist tightly, holding you closer as if you were gonna disappear.

You’ve never seen him this broken before, you started crying with him too. His and your cries mingling with one another. He had been saying stuff but it was hard to understand, he had been saying ‘sorries’ and ‘love you’s’ in between sobs and sniffles. It got so bad he started hiccuping.

Fuck, who knew that seeing him so wrecked in this state could break your heart even more?

You just took it cuddled him till he calmed down.

Too bad it didn’t last for long, who would’ve known that was gonna be the last time you 2 cuddled together?

He knew that would be the last time he’d see you, but he didn’t expect you to go so soon.

You left the apartment 30 minutes after Jake fell asleep, feeling certain emotions. You didn’t wanna leave him alone, but it was for the better.

You were gonna miss him, that’s one thing for sure.

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[peach-the-owl]

May I request for NPC month a Cassandra De Rolo with child reader. The young child was left orphaned after the Chroma Conclaves attack on Emon but fortunately scooped up by Vox in the escape to Whitestone. Child takes a liking to Cass and manages to continually sneak away from their host family to be near them [Cass]. Little ones sneaky little antics bring a certain joy to Whitestone castle that hasn't been felt in ages. Cass falls for little one's warmth and decides it might be best child stay with her.

Please and thank you.

Another fic finished! Cue the fanfair! 🎊 I was sorta hoping I could get more done but honestly 2 fics in one month is a record for me at this point in time so I’m happy with the results. (Also I sadly couldn’t think of a title for this one, but if anyone else does I’m open to suggestions, it’s fine if not.) I hope you all enjoy 😁

Cassandra & Child!Reader

What was happening? Why was it happening? Everything was happening too fast for your brain to grasp any of it, all you could remember was watching the king’s speech to all Emon, bells, people panicking, losing sight of your parents and being grabbed and hauled away by someone. It was a blur to your mind, making you feel as though reality itself had disappeared from you, so the absolute whiplash you felt when you came to your senses only to find yourself in a new city was immense. Some close friends of your parents had taken you in for the time being, and while it took a bit to confirm for sure, they had to break the news to you that your parents had perished in the attack on the city. You ran off that night, not wanting to believe any of it, your little legs carrying you right to Whitestone castle at the perfect time that someone else was stepping out for some air.

Cassandra just stepped out to cool her head, a lot was going on in a short amount of time and all she wanted was a second to breathe. She was shocked to find a young child sobbing just outside the castle, especially this late into the night. Unsure what to do she slowly approaches the kid, noticing some recent scaring from burns, one of the refugees.

“Are-are you alright, little one?” She mentally slaps herself for sounding so uninterested.

“Ahh!” You jump back in surprise at the sudden voice, not realizing someone else was there with you. You look up at the woman with teary eyes. “N-n-n…” You couldn’t even get a word out as another sob wrecks through your body.

“No no, shhh, it’s alright. You’re safe from danger here.” Cassandra tries to soothe, her efforts in vain as you continue to cry. “Hey hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong?” The words sorta slipped out without much thought put into them, but it did seem to encourage an answer.

“I-I want-*hic* I want my mom and dad. *hic hic* I wanna go home.” You cry, pulling your legs to your chest so you could curl yourself into a ball.

“If you got yourself lost we can easily…” Cassandra trails off when she sees the look on your face. That pained look of loss and suffering she knew all too well. She kneels down next to you, gently placing a hand on your back, your body flinches away for a second before resting against her hand again. “I understand how you’re feeling. Loosing your family at such a young age is not an easy experience to go through, nor seeing your home get destroyed from its former glory. I’ve been where you are, just a kid forced to go through a horrible experience.”

Your sobbing calms slightly to more of a whimper, you wipe your tears on your sleeve but more still fall, looking up at her again to see she was staring off into the distance in thought. You rise onto your feet and tug at he shirt gently to regain her attention, when she looks over you raise you arms up to her in a silent question, she looks at you perplexed for a second before catching on and lifting you into her arms where you then hug her. You feel her tense before relaxing and her free hand rests itself on your back once more. It was a nice moment, you felt a little more relaxed and calm for the first time since everything happened, too bad it had to be cut short.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n), where did you go!? Please, answer!” You could hear your foster parents calling for you.

“So, you’re name’s (y/n), is it?” You look back to the woman who gave you a slight raised eyebrow in curiosity, making you realize neither of you had introduced yourselves.

“Y-yeah.” Your voice comes out small and still a little shaky from all the crying. “Wh-what’s your name?” This earns you a soft chuckle from her, guess she realized the same thing you did.

“I am Lady Cassandra de Rolo, but just Cassandra is fine, it’s a pleasure to meet you (y/n).” She gives you a small smile, you offer one back and are about to say something when your foster parents show up.

“There you are, (y/n)! Don’t go running off like that, you had us worried sick!” One scolds. “And finding you with a stranger? These are dangerous times child, you could’ve gotten hurt or worse!” They continue, you just avert your eyes away from them, unsure what to say.

“We’re very sorry… Oh! Lady de Rolo! *ahem* We apologize greatly for any inconvenience this young one may have caused for you.” The one in place of your father bows as he apologizes to Cassandra, taking you into his arms now, you didn’t bother fighting it, you were exhausted.

“It’s no problem at all. In fact, they offered good company while here.” Cassandra waves off the twos apologies.

“Of course, my lady. Thank you keeping an eye on them.” The “mother” bows before turning her attention back to you. “Now let’s get you home and in bed.” You give her a sleepy sigh and nod.

“Night Cassan...” You give a sleepy wave as your voice trails off, unable to finish your sentence as you quickly pass out.

Giving a wave to your disappearing figures, Cassandra decides to head back in and get some rest for herself, tomorrow’s gonna be another eventful day.

It’s only been 2 days since your little episode and you really missed Cassandra’s company, sure the two of you didn’t say much or know each other for very long but there was something comforting about her that your foster parents just didn’t seem to have. So, without thinking too much about it you check to make sure the coast is clear before sneaking out of the house and dashing off towards Castle Whitestone. You hurried as fast as your legs could carry you, while also making sure not to bump into anyone, soon enough the crowded streets thinned in numbers and the castle wasn’t too far off. You did take a second to wonder how you managed to run here the first time as you already felt exhausted once you finally reached the large doors., you shake the thoughts away, you made it to your destination now you just had to find a way in, you could always try climbing the wall, you were a pretty if you do say so yourself.

“Hey kid! You lost?” You’re startled by the sudden voice of a guard walking over. “Come on kiddo, let’s get you back where you belong.” They walk over, ready to escort you back where you’d come from but in a flash you dash around the other direction, leaving the guard stunned for a moment. “What the!?”

Today just seemed to be a zero thought just action kinda day as once you felt far enough away from the guard you latch onto the wall and start your climb. It was tricky getting a good grip and foothold but not impossible and by sheer luck and determination you managed to make it to the window, adding to your luck the window was partially open too.

“Hey kid! Get down from there!” Looks like your guard friend caught up, a little too late though as you push open the window and hop inside. Victory! Now what? You basically broke into this big fancy castle and we’re certain the guard wasn’t just going to sit and take it, and all for what? To see the lady who comforted you on a whim? Yes, that’s exactly what it was and you weren’t giving up on the task. Hurrying down the many halls you realize you have no idea where you’re going yet you continue forward, managing to find yourself in a kitchen, it was empty aside from one cook who was hard at work. Thinking they were distracted you try sneaking by.

“Now what’s a youngin’ like yourself doing here all alone?” You turn to the chef who was giving an amused look.

“I uhhh… I wanted to visit a friend.” You tell them.

“I see.” They reply with a nod. “And just who is this friend of yours?”

“Uhh… Ca-Cassandra. At least that’s what she said her name was.” You fidget with your fingers awkwardly, not sure how wise it was to just trust this person with that information.

“Ah! So you’re the kid she mentioned the other day.” They say thoughtfully. “You’ll find her down the hall third door on your right. Can’t miss it.”

“Thank you!” You give them a bright smile before racing off. By now most of the guards seemed to have been informed of your little intrusion to the castle and were attempting to catch you. Thankfully for yourself they were just trying to grab you over using an actual weapon to stop you, making it a bit easier to wiggle around them and finally reach your destination. The second you place your hand on the door handle and twist it a guard catches you, the door opens and your both stumble to the ground.

“What is the meaning of this?” A man’s voice asks a little annoyed. You look up and give a big smile when you see the person you’ve been looking for.

“Hi Cassandra!” You wave happily at her, completely ignoring the other people in the room. She looks stunned at first but her expression changes to one of recognition.

“Oh! It’s you. Hello again, (y/n). What are you doing here?” She questions as she walks over.

“I wanted to see you again!” You beam. You’re suddenly hoisted off the the ground and now dangle in the guards grip.

“Apologies for the intrusion, this youngin’ here is a slippery one.” The guard apologizes. “I’ll escort them off the property right away.” You start to struggle against him after hearing that, you came this far you didn’t want to go back now.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll take it from here.” Cassandra says, making you brighten up. The guard sets you down, to which you stick your tongue out at them in victory as Cassandra walks you out of the room full of confused onlookers. Once outside the room she kneels down to your height. “Do you mind waiting here a second? I’ll be out again shortly, I promise.” You give her an enthusiastic nod, making her smile a little before heading back into the room for a moment. You can hear murmuring through the door so you scoot closer and press your ear against it to listen in on the conversation as best as possible.

“Wha… child doing here?”

“Remember the… told you about the other…?”

“…but why are they…? We have… matters to deal… just some kid.”

“Honestly… stunt they pulled… impressive.”

“…e’ll have to work on strengthening… a child… past them.”

“You’re... the point… only came here… take responsibility for this.”

You weren’t sure what was going on, you try straining your ears to hear better but instead of talking there’s footsteps approaching the door. You jump back quickly to avoid getting hit in the face by the door and to hide the fact you were trying to listen in. When Cassandra walks out and looks to your totally not suspicious expression she chuckles lightly.

“You weren’t snooping, were you?” She jokes.

“Ummm… nope! Not snooping. I was just looking around at stuff.” You lie, acting as if nothing as wrong. It’s too bad your a terrible actor, but at least Cassandra got a good laugh out of it.

“You quite the wild card, you know that.” She says, you have no idea what that’s supposed to mean so you just nod along. “Say I have an idea. Why don’t you show me exactly how you got in here without getting caught by any of our guards.” You eagerly agree, grabbing her hand and tugging her along as you explain your quest in great detail.

Now of course your foster parents eventually showed up, having been worried sick when you ran off again and they couldn’t find you in the city, only to be told by a guard your whereabouts and you were in a lot of trouble for not saying anything or even leaving a note. You argued you still weren’t good at writing but that was barely an excuse and you were grounded for a week. Sadly for them that wasn’t going to stop you, even before the whole dragon attack you were always finding ways to slip past your parents to go to your favourite spot in Emon. To you, slipping past your foster parents to go to your favourite place in Whitestone and hangout with your new favourite person was no different, if anything it brought familiarity and joy to you once more in these bleak times. It wasn’t just you either, as time went on, your continuous escapades to Whitestone castle brought a sorta merriment to their lives. You easily made friends with that chef who helped you when you first snuck in, they’d give you some food to snack on whether it was because they had extra or tried something new and wanted you to be the first to try it, enjoying the reactions you’d give whenever you liked what they made. And while the guards were irritated by your constant breaking most of them eventually came to tolerate you decently and at least a few of them actually warmed up to you, finding these little moments helpful in strengthening their defences.

Cassandra couldn’t wrap her head around it, you had one heartfelt talk when you first met and she thought that would be it, you’d move on and adapt to the new status quo, the last thing she expected was you showing up again and again and again just to see her. Whenever you were happy or excited about something she was the first you run to and tell everything about, it made her feel a joy that she didn’t think possible in these trying times. Whenever you were upset or sad she was the first you go to for comfort, it made her feel protective of you wanting nothing more then to make those sour memories or thoughts disappear so she could see you smile again. Whenever you accomplished something she was the first you’d brag about it to, a feeling of pride washing over her whenever you explain what it was you achieved. It’d be so much easier for you to stay home and tell these things to your foster parents but every single time you’d go out of your way to head to the castle and tell her instead. The moments where your foster parents would show up apologizing profusely for your misbehaviour and take you home for a scolding were getting harder and harder for Cassandra to watch. She couldn’t keep going at this routine anymore, it was taking away valuable time, she had to do something about this and soon.

You giggle to yourself as you walk the familiar path to Whitestone castle, your foster parents really thought getting a new lock for your window was going to stop you, unlucky for them the rouge and ranger Cassandra’s brother was friends with taught you some neat tricks when their group came to visit. The smile you had grows as you approach the doors, two guards on duty see you approach, one sighs while the other gives a small wave.

“I know that meek wave anywhere. How are you Heath? Is your arm still hurting?” You greet with a wave of your own.

“Hey kiddo. It was my shoulder, not my arm but it’s doing a lot better.” You give a nod to this.

“Sooo… may I come in?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“No you may not!” You jump a little at the, that’s not what you were expecting at all. “(Y/n), this is the last straw.” Oh shoot, you know whose voice that is. You turn around and sure enough there’s your foster parents, angrier then ever before.

“What’s the big deal? I left a note this time.” You whine.

“Writing ‘Your windows can’t hold me down’ isn’t what we meant by a note! Honestly, are you trying to give us daily panic attacks? You’re lucky we’ve caught onto the pattern.” One places their arms on their hips.

“More like unlucky.” You mutter.

“Listen, (y/n), we know you’ve been having a hard time adjusting to things since your parents…” They trail off a bit, you look away from them sombrely. “It’s been hard on all of us and we just want the best for you, but you make it very hard for us with you constantly running away from us. Do you understand?” You fidget with your hands and look back at the guards who were stuck having to awkwardly stand there and watch this unfold, if anything you felt bad for them. “Come along now, say your apologies to the guards and we can go home.”

“Go home? But you just got here.” The sound of Cassandra’s voice immediately perks you up, spinning around you see her coming over and go to give her a hug, which she returns with a soft chuckle.

“Ah! Terribly sorry for the disturbance, Lady de Rolo. We’re sure you have more important matters to deal with so we’ll be taking our leave.”

“You’re correct, I do have important matters to deal with, and they involve this child in your care.” You look to her confused, she gives you a smile then looks back to your foster parents. “If my intel is correct you were fostering (y/n) out of respect of their parents correct?”

“They were close friends of ours for many years. We didn’t want (y/n) to be left completely alone but we knew we weren’t exactly ready to take full responsibility yet, as shameful as that sounds. So we swore we’d care for them as best we could until we found someone we knew could give them the care they truly deserved.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll be happy to receive this.” Cassandra hands some papers, you look between the three of them unsure of what was going on.

“Are-are you sure M’Lady? We’d understand if you-”

“No need for any of that. I made up my mind and I’m certain it’s the best choice for all of us.”

“Best choice of what? What’s going on?” You ask utterly lost, why did people have to be so vague about things sometimes. Cassandra kneels down and lifts you into her arms, you weren’t complaining but that didn’t make anything less confusing for you. You foster parents offer you a smile and a small bow.

“We hope you’ll behave yourself a little better here, young de Rolo.” Wait what?! Did they just…

“Huh? But I’m not…” You trail off and your eyes widen when the pieces start clicking into place, shifting a little to get a better look at Cassandra. “Really?” She gives you a nod and you can’t help but hug her. She sets you down giving you the chance to hug your, now former, foster parents. “Thanks for looking after me, even if I did give you trouble.”

“You promise us you won’t go sneaking off on your new family and we’ll call it even.”

“Deal!” The two take their leave while you wave to them with Cassandra. When you can’t see them anymore you look up at Cassandra and she looks back down at you, holding out her hand. You happily accept and the two of you walk back to the castle, the guards open the doors for you.

“Welcome home, (y/n).”

[monstaxdirtywonk]

Heaven is a place in hell with you pt. 9

Member: San as Hades X Persephone reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive and some angst in this chapter (not with reader though)

Plot: Loosely based on the OG myth but I still made some changes.

Hades woke earlier than you did since his godly nature didn't need much sleep in the first place. What he did need was cuddles, which was the reason why he'd laze around with you in bed, refusing to 'wake up'. You were still asleep, on his chest, your hand in a grip, which you'd tighten from time to time as a reflex. Your hair were messy, falling over your eyes, and making his naked skin slightly itch a bit. But he couldn't wake you up yet, he'd rather stay in this peaceful state for some more. How tiny and cute you looked in his arms, trusting him even in an unconscious state.

"Stop staring you're being a creep". You opened one eye to judge him first thing in the morning.

"Sorry, can't control it" He laughed and tighten his arms around you.

"I don't want to escape your grasp but I'm feeling a bit cold. Can you let me go for a minute so that I can wear my night dress?"

"I mean...I can warm you up in a different way" He smirked in an all knowing cocky way that made you pissed off and turned on at the same time.

"I...well...about that..."

"What is it? You didn't like it?" He asked worried.

"No, quite the opossite actually" you smiled timidly.

"It's just, I feel a bit sore, down there"

Here is that smirk again, but this time it only pissed you off.

"OH...well that's to be expected with me".

"You're way too proud for the pain you bought me"

"I'm not...but it's hot. Don't worry about it thought. I can assure you that you'll grow used to it."

You leaned down to kiss him and then took the opportunity to stand up and get your night dress.

But when you turned around San's eyes only undressed you further.

"You're staring....again"

"More like admiring but okay"

You laughed at that and came back into his arms.

"It was great last night by the way. I was nervous at first but you made me feel comfortable and I was able to enjoy it".

"I did notice that you were a bit nervous at first but it's only natural because it was a totally new experience. Being so intimate with someone can feel overwhelming at first but once you grow used to it, it's such a special thing to share with someone".

You nodded.

"I'm very happy I got to experience it with you".

Hades looked at you lovingly and went for a quick but passionate kiss.

"I'm just as happy to be your first, my love".

You hide your face in the crook of his neck before speaking.

"Isn't it like super late? We are lazing around all day long".

"Probably yes. But I can get the luxury of skipping my duties for a day once in a while. Thanatos can cover me for once".

"You're the one covering him the most it seems like".

"That's true. So now it's my turn".

All of a sudden, you hear steps hurrying near the door and a loud and familiar voice speaks up.

"You're getting down and dirty for an awfully long time. If Hades was a human I'd be worried for his heart endurance by now".

"Speaking of the devil" you said underneath your breath which made Hades laugh.

"Shhh if we won't say anything maybe he'll grow bored and leave".

"I think if we won't say anything he's gonna open the door and check on us and I don't want him to see me dressed like that".

"You know him better than I do and that's scary"

"What can I say? I'm good with humans".

"You're even better with Gods" He smirked.

"You're so flirty. You seemed totally serious when I first met you".

"I only keep that side for you".

You pouted at that and he kissed the pout away.

"We are leaving. Stay right there, don't come in".

Thanatos scoffed and you heard steps that became more distant which suggested that he left.

~~~~~

A couple of weeks have passed by since you arrived in the underworld. If you counted accurately, about 2 months to be exact, but it was hard to be certain with how frozen in time this place seemed like.

Life with Hades was everything you'd ever wish for, domestic, sweet and tender but passionate and intimate at the same time. But you did miss your old home and felt guilty over leaving Artemis like that, on your own will, on top of that. You wanted to catch up with her, make up if she'd be willing for that too.

But you knew that what you did is unforgivable in her eyes and there was no way she'd ever talk to you again, let alone accept your relationship with Hades.

You were laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts when Hades entered the bedroom to find you like that.

He moved closer and laid down himself, before clearing his voice.

"I've noticed that you are a bit distant lately and your attention seems to be elsewhere. Is that right?"

You turned around to see his sparkling eyes that were expecting an answer.

"Yes. I've been thinking about Artemis. I wish I could meet her again because I miss her but I don't think she even wants to see me again".

Hades sighed heavily because he knew you weren't wrong. But at the same time, he didn't want you to feel helpless like that either.

"I just feel like I betrayed her and that kills me. I'm being an ungrateful child".

"Sweetheart, that's not true. You can't betray yourself in the process of keeping others satisfied. Your own wants should be your priority and just because someone showed you kindness and care, they shouldn't dictate the rest of your life either."

You were already tearing up, which broke his heart.

"Come here" He said and opened his arms for you to hug him.

"I will talk to her. If you're okay with that. It was a business between you two but now I'm involved as well in this and I think I'd be seen as more of an equal as a fellow God".

"You'll do this for me?" You asked all doe eyed.

"I'd do anything for you'".

"Thank you, my love".

~~~

The sun was particularly warm today, amidst summer, it was to be expected.

Hades already knew the places he'd probably find Artemis, which he haven't seen in years, but she wasn't one appreciative of change. Just like him. She kept her routine for years and years and she wasn't gonna change it now. The place she'd usually stay was a part of the forest that was relatively secluded, away from the eyes of humans and gods that wanted to be all noisy and in her business. She'd rest there for a bit and then go hunting. Even if she wasn't there at that moment, she'd make a stop for a break, especially given how warm this day was, so they'd have a chat.

After 20 minutes or so, Hades knew he was approaching the destination but wanted to make sure that Artemis would be on her own. If nymphs were with her, they'd be asking questions about who that man was and what she wanted to tell her and he had none of that. He hide behind a tree and slowly looked, sighing when he saw Artemis, on her own, drinking some water, to rehydrate herself.

He quickly left his spot and approached the beautiful goddess which didn't seem pleased to see him. She didn't say anything but it was clear from her expression that she didn't want to see him in the slightest.

"Well, long time no see".

"Yes. It's been a while" he answered.

"What do you want?"

"A bit blunt, aren't you?"

"That's how I've always been. Although I have to admit, I might be even colder when it comes to you".

"I know why you're mad at me. You can be all passive aggressive I don't mind, but just consider seeing her at least".

"Why would I do such a thing? If anything she is the one I blame the most. She was my loyal companion and had a sacred duty. I blame you for seducing her like that, but you're no more than a siren that captured her attention, when she very well could deny your advances".

Hades didn't really like the way he was painted by Artemis. But his main focus right now wasn't to save his reputation. He couldn't care any less about that.

"You can't avoid seeing her forever. Also, she isn't supposed to accept the fate you placed upon her, just because you found her when she was little. She had no choice, this wasn't the life that she wanted."

Artemis shook her head, annoyed already by the back and forth.

"Of course you'd say all that and support her decision. You gain something out of it after all. You already slept with her, right?"

Hades felt his fists clenching, if it wasn't for you, he'd be long gone after such an insulting implication.

"What does that have to do with you seeing her?"

"It's not exactly connected but it does confirm my worst fears. All men are the same after all when it comes to controlling their lust, right?"

Hades knew how Artemis was regarding sex. In such a patriarchal world, she kept herself independent by distancing herself from men. Meeting the wrong men -and many God's were of that kind- made her hostile and suspicious of them. But at the same time, she didn't have to generalize like that and accuse him of being a selfless lover blinded by lust. She knew that he wasn't like that, no such rumors existed about him. But she was in denial, how could you want a different life than the one she set you up for?

"Maybe. Although I bet Orion was different".

Artemis' head snapped fast and she looked at him surprised. Hades knew he was playing a dangerous game but sometimes you gotta do an eye for an eye.

"Don't mention him". She replied sternly but he had none of that.

"A man having such an effect on you? Maybe not all of us are that bad after all. Even if you try to deny it, I know how much you loved him. Even if it's been so long you'd be unable to forget the intense feelings you held for that special someone. Your love wasn't meant to blossom and I feel sympathy for you. But wouldn't it be nice for your dearest child to experience all that you've missed? You might not know me well but at least you know I'm not like most gods."

Artemis used to be close with one man, a human to be specific. Orion was an exceptional huntsman, and they started hunting together, sharing the same passion. She fell for him, but didn't tell anyone, because how could such a chaste goddess fall for someone? Her brother Apollo caught up on that and he took a drastic measure by sending Scorpio, to kill him. She grieved for her lost love and made him a constellation in the night sky to immortalize his memory. But it's been so long, she almost forgot about that. Only for Hades to remind her so vividly.

It was true that Hades had much more dignity than most gods did. Many of them like to abuse their power and take advantage of women. Especially human ones which are seen as inferior. The double standards were evident even among gods, a goddess having many lovers would be considered a lustful siren, but gods weren't subjected to such names. Hades wasn't known for a womanizer behavior, he kept mostly to himself, similar to Artemis.

But she was still skeptical and that was written all over her face.

"Do you think if I could control it, I'd get with a fellow goddess' follower? Why would I do such a thing and bring unnecessary tension between us? Especially since we didn't have any pre existing conflict to begin with."

"Then why, out of all the women in this world, you had to come for my favorite child?" She looked at him, hurt and no longer pretending to be the stoic woman she's known for.

"First of all it was her choice....I didn't take her away from you, she chose to stay with me. Also, I love her. I love her more than anything and if being with her would make all God's turn against me, then so be it."

Artemis was left speechless after that confession. She did have the tendency to be selfish, but which God wasn't selfish? Maybe she took it to a whole new level when it came to you though.

"I know how much you love her. She's told me so much about her childhood and how much she loves and appreciates you. I'm sure you share the same sentiment too. I'm not expecting you to accept her with open arms after our talk, I just ask you to consider seeing her again. Because she does miss you a lot."

Artemis' face became softer. She really liked the fact that you thought of her in such a fond way.

Hades decided that it was about time to leave and let Artemis take her decision on her own, but that wouldn't take long.

"Bring her to me tomorrow" she shouted, making him smile.

[klarolinexluv]

Relating random TSwizzle lyrics to the marauders era… Part 2

the 1

James to Regulus “But we were something, don’t you think so?”

Sirius, Halloween 1981 “In my defence, I have none”

Remus to Sirius, post The Prank “You know the greatest loves of all time are over now”

Remus “And it’s another day waking up alone”

James to Peter “If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

Regulus “And I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all”

James to Regulus “I remember it all too well”

Lily to James “You told me ‘bout your past thinking your future was me”

Sirius to James, circa 1975 “But all I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame”

Sirius to Regulus “And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed you”

Remus to Sirius, post The Prank “You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath”

James to Regulus “So casually cruel in the name of being honest”

Lily to Severus “The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy ever, lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you”

Sirius “Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralysed by it. I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it”

James to Regulus “And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? Just between us did the love affair maim you too?”

False God

Regulus “They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith”

Dorlene “Honey hell is when I fight with you”

Regulus to James “Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you”

Wolfstar “We’d still worship this love… even if it’s a false god”

willow

Prongsfoot “Wherever you stray, I’ll follow”

Regulus “But I come back stronger than a ‘90s trend”

Wolfstar “Show me the places where the others gave you scars”

James to Regulus “You know that my train can take you home”

I Almost Do

Regulus to James “And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do”

Regulus to Sirius “I bet you think I either moved on or hate you. ‘Cause each time you reach out, there’s no reply. I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye”

James to Regulus “In my dreams, you’re touching my face and asking me if I wanna try again with you. And I almost do”

it’s time to go

Wolfstar, pre-relationship “When keeping it how it is will only break their hearts worse”

Regulus to Sirius “Sometimes giving up is the strong thing”

Sirius to Regulus “Sometimes to run is the brave thing. Sometimes walking out is the one thing that will find you the right thing”

Sirius to James about Regulus “I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all then wondered why I left”

If This Was A Movie

Starchaser “Six months gone, and I’m still reaching even though I know you’re not there”

Remus to Sirius “Thinking ‘bout everything we’ve been through. Maybe I’ve been going back too much lately. When time stood still, and I had you”

Barty to Regulus “I’ve been waiting for you everyday since you’ve been gone”

Sirius to James, Halloween 1981 “I just want it back the way it was before”

The Archer

James to Regulus “I’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you”

Jily “I never grew up, it’s getting so old”

Regulus “I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

Mary “And all of my heroes die all alone”

Regulus “‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends”

Idk if I’ll make another… I probably will but shhh

part 1 || part 3

[jade-parcels]

Continuation of the idol au. 🐝 anon… get ready babe

(Posted under this since it’s long ☺️) part 1 of 2

⚪️Gen 1⚪️ 90s- early 2000s

⚪️ICEE was an OG idol group made up of the Tsaritsa and 6 others who are now pretty much nameless. She outshined her fellow group mates to the point where she left her group and company to be a soloist in another company (the same that owns HARBING3R). She is more business oriented now and doesn’t really sing much anymore but does plenty of public appearances. She’s fantastic at marketing bro damn!! An amazing asset to have on your side. She worked her way up enough that she had/has a LOT of control over marketing for HARBING3R and FAiRLADiES. She is stil engaged in marketing (and even recruiting!) for new groups under her company’s name

⚪️M4GIC was a group of four. The group gained pretty much no traction but that’s where Alice debuted! She later did a lot of solo work and had 3 hit singles in her 5 years of being an active idol. She’s more family oriented now and spends most of her time with her daughter Klee. She sponsors her step son, Albedo, who is currently an idol. She is often pictured taking Klee to his group’s concerts! She also posts on her twitter about him whoever she sees him on TV or on posters

🔴Gen 2🔴 2000s

🔴HellBringerz was one of the first big groups in Teyvat. Made up of Pantalone(vis, dance), Capitano(lead, rap) and Dottore(vocal/dance). At the time, they were fresh out of college and scouted by a brand new company that literally needed anyone. The trio wrote and produced a big hit seemingly out of nowhere. Once their popularity surged, their manager, Pulcinella, quickly changed their name to a more appropriate ‘Harbingerz’ (which was again later changed to ‘HARBING3R’ after the trio claimed to fucking hate the Z at the end). Think of HARBING3R as a SHINee/Super Junior sound-alike, their signature sound is that classic early 2000s bass and extreme auto tune. HARBING3R has gone on many hiatuses but have pumped out 17 albums in their 16 years of activity. Pulcinella wanted the group to try to appeal to a wider audience so, he threw 2 new trainees in there without announcing it to the public, thats where Kuni and Ajax got their start. They only remained in the group for 6 months before leaving the company to join other, newer groups. Outside of HARBING3R comebacks, Dottore owns a private practice, Capitano is casted in action movies and Pantalone does his own solo music that has a… more mature theme…(he also does audio porn under an alias shhh) They’re all older now but are dug up when The company needs money or there’s music award shows to attend. Even though we got bitches in their late 30s, you know their company is about to make them sing for a check babe lmao. They’ll squeeze dottores arthritic knees into leather pants and shove him out onto the stage they don’t care

🔴FAiRLADiES is a group put together by the Tsaritsa herself. Since she is so influential, she is pretty much a trainer. Arlecchino, Signora, Sandrone and Columbina were scouted and trained under Tsaritsa. They debuted a year after HARBING3R as their female counterpart. They share a company so, with Tsaritsa’s encouragement, they often but the two groups together for collaborative albums. While thinking about FAiRLADiES, I listened to AOA’s ‘Miniskirt’, which inspired the ‘mature woman’ visuals in the group. They almost exclusively wear black or silver along with high heels. They carry a serious air about them but fans get to see their goofier side when their company films their dance practices. Those dance practices are what really attracted fans. While their music is fantastic, getting to see these usually serious girls giggle and dance around made fans like them even more. The group has not officially disbanded but much like HARBING3R, they don’t do much together anymore. Signora and Columbina have moved onto a lot of solo jobs, Arlecchino has made her debut in a few romance movies and Sandrone has worked diligently on a fashion line, all pieces created by her alone. But of course, when they’re called back to perform together they do so happily, they’ve publicly stated over and over that they’re a very tight knit group

🔴☆YATO was a soloist with a sexy, mature theme. Bold leather outfits, smoky eye makeup, crazy hairdos (Taemin’s Lucifer hairstyle oh my god), platform shoes… he embodied the whole gen 2 aesthetic. Kamisato Ayato is a nepotism baby by definition, his parents were/are crazy rich with connections throughout the business and entertainment industry. When Ayato showed interest in being an idol, he was picked up by a company within a week with a contract, a big budget and lots of creative freedom. He didn’t write his own songs, in fact he later admitted to being unable to read music at all but he could sing, he could dance, he had the energy and he had his good looks lmao. His parents, the ones who encouraged him to pursue being and idol quickly came to regret it as Ayato sang about seducing women and thrusted his hips on stage in front of thousands of people. They believed he was tarnishing their family name by acting this way. They gave him an ultimatum: he either got to continue being an idol with no shot at taking over the family business OR he could retire and have a guaranteed 25% of the company when he turned 22. He performed for the last time on his 3rd anniversary of debuting, apologizing to his fans and crying on stage in front of them. After his parents unfortunate passing, he took over the company when he turned 28 and now manages his sister, ☆YAKA(we’ll discuss her shortly). A second gen idol and a fourth gen idol in the same house? Oh god….

🔴Dr. BAi, Baizhu, debuted shortly after Ayato. He catered to a similar audience since his long hair, pretty face and strong vocals drew people in. He even collaborated with Ayato more than once. Baizhu was well known for his ‘Love Doctor’ album which was raunchy, dark and seductive. (Think ‘Sorry, sorry’ and ‘Bonamana’ from Super Junior cause those songs have a fuckin beat dude) He got some backlash for it, saying he was overly sexualizing doctors but he didn’t care cause he was going to be a doctor before he debuted, he was in medical school!! Dr. BAi had a sizable, dedicated fanbase. They were very invested in his personal life which got to be a bit overwhelming for him. He has an issue with his lungs which gets in the way of dancing for long periods of time. After facing criticism for being a ‘lazy dancer’ and having people trying to visit him at the hospital during his treatments, he sadly left the idol spotlight. He took some time off but later returned to appear on talent shows as a judge. People praise him for his kind and constructive criticism instead of bashing contestants on the show. Baizhu adopted Qiqi and provides a comfortable, loving life for her and his beloved pet snake Changsheng (Changsheng has her own instagram she’s kinda a celebrity herself)

🔴elec2ro is a still active duo comprised of Ei and Yae. They’ve steadily released music since they’ve debuted and while their release schedule makes it so the wait is LONG between albums/singles, their music is worth the wait. Think of how IU’s ‘Lilac’ makes you feel like that song is fresh and feminine, it’s just nice to listen to. That’s what elec2ro is. Their music is just nice to listen to and lacks the insane usage of auto tune like the other groups from this era. Ei and Yae were college roommates and they wrote music together just for fun. They submitted auditions to a few companies just for the hell of it, they were bored and had nothing else to do. Little did they know, they’d have 3 companies trying to grab them up at once! Crazy how things like that work. They refuse to do any jobs without each other, no solo work and no ‘one of you sing with this group’. They’re a package deal!! Always have been and always will be. They’re very active with their fans, they’re always retweeting fan art and setting up meet and greets with their own money cause they just love to travel and meet fans. Yae is the more social one between the two and Ei is a bit more reserved. Fans always try to get Ei to laugh and when they succeed, the whole place will erupt with cheers as they see her smile and laugh!!! so sweet. They’re not making new albums currently but they still release a solo song now an then, make plenty of appearances and interact frequently with fans online and in person

[buttsoclock]

Everyone is so mad at Neil Gaiman for the end of Good Omens season 2 (which I think is silly), but I have a much more personal issue to take up with him.

It started with Coraline, and that was bad enough (and by bad I mean specifically for my unique individual psychology--on the whole it's a wonderful story). See, I have two phobias: Spiders and needles. I also just have a thing about eyes.

So a story where this Other Mother wants to sew buttons into the eyes of the main character and then eventually turns into this spidery creature? Really kind of felt like Mr. Gaiman woke up one day and went, "There's one specific bitch out there who will be very upset by this specific combination of factors and I'm here to fuck her shit up."

(Did I still both read the book and watch the whole movie, with a blanket to hide behind even though I was probably 21 at the time? Of course I did, I make wonderful life choices, shhh.)

So yeah, a part of me already felt like Neil Gaiman was out to get me personally after that.

But it got so much worse. And to explain how, I need to explain why I'm arachnophobic. When I was 3, I had this dream that I was...somewhere, I don't remember where, and saw a spider. So I stepped on it and squished it.

Then I saw a couple more spiders, so I stepped on them and squished them.

Then I saw a bunch more. I wanted to get away from them, but there were a ton of them in every direction now. I turned toward the door to get the hell out of there, but saw that spiders were pouring in through the gap under the door.

I looked around then and noticed them coming from EVERYWHERE now--from cracks in the walls, between floorboards, etc. Pretty soon the spiders covered every surface--the floor, ceiling, and walls were visibly rippling from the movement of so many spiders.

And then they started to crawl up my legs and all over my body. I could feel them on my skin and in my clothes. They crawled over my eyes until I couldn't see. When I started to scream, they crawled in my mouth and down my throat. I remember waking up feeling like I was choking on something.

Let me reiterate, I was three years old when I had that dream. It's one of the first three memories I have of my life (it goes, the death of my dad's mom, getting my first dog, and that).

And then I continued to have that dream on a recurring basis, anywhere from once every couple months to sometimes as much as three times a night, for the next TWENTY-FIVE YEARS.

The waking up part was almost worse. Even once I was awake--really awake, enough to fully realize I wasn't dreaming anymore--I always imagined I could still feel something moving in the back of my throat and felt I would choke on it.

I can't tell you how much those dreams messed with me.

The dreams finally stopped in my late 20s. For a long time it made me anxious that they had stopped--like I was due for them to start up again any time now and maybe they'd be worse because of their absence. But I reached my 30s having not had that dream in two or three years.

Then in 2020 I picked up Anansi Boys for the first time, and imagine my fucking delight (and by delight I mean absolute horror) when I read a scene in which the main character's dream ends like this:

I started having that dream in probably 1993. Anansi Boys was published in 2005. I didn't read it for the first time until 2020, after being free of those dreams for at least three whole years, for the first time since I was barely old enough to form memories. I can't tell you what a trip it was to see that in a book by my favorite author.

It didn't go into a ton of detail about the dream or what the character felt. It didn't have to. As soon as I read it I felt that familiar feeling I used to have when I woke up from those dreams--like I was choking on something small with too many legs.

Let me tell you, I have slammed many a book down onto the table or bed, yelled, cursed, cried at them, but never have I actually thrown a book--except for this one. That felt personal.

So I would just like to thank @neil-gaiman for somehow, despite not knowing I exist, creating stories specifically designed to torment me individually. Super cool.

(I still finished the book. I still enjoyed the book. And in a weird way I loved the book that much more for it. I'm gonna be mad about it forever though.)

[cymbelinaa]

ｂｒｅｅｄｉｎｇ ｓｔｏｃｋ (chapter 2)

shoto todoroki x cow hybrid!fem reader

CONTAINS: smut, breeding (duh), daddy (used domestically), pussy pounding (teehee), hybrids, talks of past abuse, toys, lactation kink, shouto is like in his late 20, early 30s, loss of virginity, dacryphillia, master/pet dynamics, somno, oral (both reciev.) WARNING! This chapter is a little bit dubcon-ish. It’s very fluffy and sweet though.                      

CHAPTER: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

CHAPTER WORD COUNT:  460 **THIS CHAPTER IS UNFINISHED**

DISCLAIMER!! ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SMUT ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18!

inspiration for this one goes to @/alani-r

-READ WITH VIEWER DISCRETION. IM NOT RESPONSIBLE IF YOU END UP READING SOMETHING TRIGGERING.

Shouto wasn't aware what you were doing right now, probably wandering around the house, but he wasn't worried about that currently. Right now, he wanted to figure out how to make you more.. comfortable. You had pushed away his advance to fuck you earlier, and he was currently fighting the urge to find you bend you over, but that's not very comforting. He understood that you had just gotten here, and it was a very sudden change.

After a while, he decided that the best course of action was paitence, and to let you feel a little more at home via gifts or just exploration. He had gotten you a pretty decorated bell that went around your neck, and would let you snuggle with him on his bed as long as you showered or didn't run around in the grass looking for butterflies in his garden. His bed was very soft, and you cried and whined at him whenever is was time to get up. After a week of being there, you felt alot more at home. You were able to get down the basic layout of the house now, so you no longer got lost. It was a very large house, and so you would wail for Shouto, so he could come find wherever you were. ... It was late into the evening now. You once again lay in Shouto's large garden tub, Shouto was also in the tub behind you, gently scrubbing away the mud on your shoulders, you were extra dirty after face planting face-first into the ground. You tripped over yourself after tried to snatch a pretty monarch butterfly. Shouto helped you with wiping the dirt of your face when he found you, but still got himself dirty in the process thanks to you swinging your muddy tail around. ... Once you were finally clean in the tub, thats when Shouto decided to advance. He pressed you back onto his chest, and placed his hand on the lower part of your stomach. You tilted your head to look at him, curious to see what he was doing. You shuddered slightly when he pressed his lips on your neck, right above your collarbone. You tensed when he started to suckle on your neck, so he used his other hand to caress your thigh, and lifted it upward to hand over the edge of the tub, he did the same with the other leg. Your legs were now draped over the tub, giving him access to your more intimate area. He stopped sucking on your neck and again placed his hand on your lower stomach, sliding down very slowly. He whispered in your ear when you started to whimper;"Shhh, I promise I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me."You started to melt in his hands, he's taken good care of you ever since you got here, so you should be able to trust him. You were just scared. Scared because of the things you witnessed back at that old barn. Looking at Shouto's different colored eyes makes everything numb, so you nodded at him. He softly smiled at you, and slid his hand ontop of your-                                                                      GOT YOU BITCH!! SAY CHEESE!!

Sorry, I took you at a bad angle- anyway. I’m only halfway done with this chapter. The chapter will be finished by Friday 3:00pm EST. Im only posting it early is because I posted the first chapter in JUNE 20TH. Thats like almost 5 months. Im actually active and free now so Ill be actually posting on a healthy schedule. :) Enjoy this for now!!

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[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[majestyeverlasting]

Hello! Congratulations on your one month Tumblr anniversary! I just discovered your blog and I love it 🥺

Could you please do prompts 1 and 2 with tfatws!Bucky x reader please? Or any Bucky that inspires you the most! Maybe something a little flirty, if that's okay with you of course, but mostly fluff? I was thinking of Bucky and reader in the early days of their relationship and it could be the first time they spend the night together and they do cute stuff like a night routine, or they just enjoy each other's company?

Thank you so much and congratulations again! ❤

Hi, thank you so much! Also, here's your crown for being patient: 👑. This is such a cute request so I really hope you like the direction I took it in. I tried to sprinkle in a bit of everything you asked for. There's cuddles, kisses, and some sweet and intimate moments in bed. Happy reading!

♡ Prompt 1: “Look at your arms… I gave you goosebumps.”

♡ Prompt 2: “Close your eyes, I promise you’re gonna like it.”

Then Came the Sun

At the beginning of the evening, your knuckles met the wood of Bucky’s apartment door three crisp times before the air in the hallway grew quiet again. The only sounds that remained were the buzz-like hum of the complex’s lights and sirens wailing somewhere off in the distance. You remembered staring at the small, silver plate that his apartment number was engraved upon. When the door finally opened, you were met with his warm eyes and easy smile.

Time passed like the flowing waters of a river from that point on. Carrying you from an initial state of nervousness, to a place in which you were much more comfortable. Enough so to truly admire and familiarize yourself with the space he called his home. In the kitchen, you read the short grocery list that was pinned to his refrigerator with a small black magnet; even offering to go shopping with him sometime within the coming days. And once in the living room, you picked up the stack of old polaroids that rested on the lower tier of his coffee table, flipping through them as he watched.

But what delighted you most of all was the way your touches began to linger longer than they ever had. The two of you eventually found yourselves on the couch and sharing a snack of popcorn. And though the TV played charming, little vintage sitcoms, you were much more engrossed in each other. Bucky was the one who finally grabbed the remote and turned it off. He settled back into the cushions with a content sigh, and pulled your legs into his lap.

That’s when he started telling you stories. About his parents, childhood, mission, and other fascinating things he’d experienced over the years.

But there was one that struck you as particularly funny. It was about him and his boyhood friends staying in a cabin overnight and scaring each other with stories about what lurked outside. It was the mental image of a young, terrified Bucky that was humorously endearing. Because the man he’d grown into was someone who didn’t jump or flinch at anything—let alone scare from stories about monsters in the dark.

What made you crack was when he admitted that he let out one of the loudest screams of his life that night when his friend’s dad abruptly came to check on them from the neighboring cabin.

Your tiredness surely played a part in why you found it so amusing. Nevertheless, your melodious laughter ascended within the living room.

Bucky’s face became alight as if he’d just been exposed to the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. But it was late, he remembered. And the walls happened to be rather thin. So as a few stray chuckles escaped him, he pulled you closer, and softly urged you to shhh between pressing kisses to your cheek. You repositioned to bury your face in his chest as your amusement dwindled.

He was warm and sturdy. After a few residual giggled bubbled up out of you, you straightened back up to meet his gaze.

A measured exhale left you. “I’m sorry. Everything’s ten times funnier when I’m tired—gosh, this is embarrassing.” You scooted away from him and covered your face with your hands, shaking your head. He pulled them down.

There was a kind sparkle in his eyes and a smile pulling at his lips. “Hearing you laugh like that only makes me wanna spend a million more nights with you.”

Heat crept up your neck. “You’re just saying that so I don’t feel like an idiot.”

He snorted. “You’re not an idiot. And I meant what I said.” You gave him a playful roll of your eyes. “C’mon, let’s start getting ready for bed, pretty girl.” He pushed himself to his feet and extended his real hand to you, wiggling his fingers. You accepted it and allowed him to guide you to his bedroom.

Upon entering into it, your bags were on his bed where he’d placed them when you first arrived.

“You can have the bathroom first,” he said as he parted from you and began to pull off his shirt. You could see the faint ridges of his ribcage and abs. By the time he was completely shirtless, you hadn’t looked away and his gaze happened to meet yours. All he did was give you a little smile that made your chest flutter as you began to pull out your pajamas from your overnight bag.

You casted another glance over at him not too long after. He’d stepped out of his pants and was adjusting his plaid blue boxers to rest higher on his hips.

“Buck?” Your voice came out smaller than you’d intended. He raised his brows. “Would you mind if I wore one of your T-shirts?”

“Got a color preference?” You shook your head. Before going to dig through one of the dresser drawers, he caught the way you pulled your lower lip between your teeth to prevent yourself from smiling. “Let’s go with this gray one. Wanna catch it?” You held your free hand up to let him know you were ready. When you caught it, he murmured, nice.

Upon making it into the bathroom with your sleepwear and toiletry bag, you paused to take a good look at yourself in the mirror. If you weren’t being deceived, you appeared to be glowing. You looked happy. After changing, you began to brush your teeth, taking in the modest bathroom. A few of Bucky’s toiletries rested on the sink counter and there was a medicine cabinet that likely held others. You went against your curiosity by not opening it for a peek. The air smelled faintly of men's deodorant.

A knock sounded moments later as you were in the middle of washing your face.

“Yes? I’m almost finished.” You said as you rinsed the cleanser from your face.

“I was just gonna ask if I could step in for a second.”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

And eventually you found yourself sitting on the closed lid of the toilet as he started his night routine. There was something wholesome about watching him brush his teeth for the first time. He peeked at you through the mirror a couple times and you made faces just to see the way he smiled around his toothbrush.

When it came time to crawl into bed, there was so much gratefulness within your heart. Being with him compared to no other feeling that you had come to know.

Along with the rustling of the sheets, the faint sound of the city bustling to life could be heard from the world outside. Bucky’s back was turned towards you as he got situated, and you watched the graceful rippling of his muscles as he got comfortable beneath the sheets. Then he rolled over to face you.

The dim lamplight and your proximity allowed you to notice details about his face that you hadn’t before. There were a few freckles peppered over the bridge of his nose. There was also a small scratch on his left cheek tucked amid his stubble. Meeting his gaze allowed you to see the earthy tones that were flecked within his irises.

His lips curled into a smile. “Ready to shut the lights off?”

You reached out to run a quick finger over the freckles on his nose. “Mhm”

After switching your bedside lamp off, you expected him to follow suit with his. But he studied you instead—in a fascination that suggested were worth beholding. It made you feel as though you were bare before him. As if he could somehow see the thoughts that dwelled in your mind and the passions that lived within your heart. You wanted to hide and let him in in the same breath. He had the type of eyes that promised safety. Under their gaze, seconds stretched like minutes.

He’d never looked at you quite like that before.

“What is it?” You asked in a sweet murmur.

He shook his head. “Nothin.’ Just thinking.” With that he moved to turn his lamp off, leaving the two of you in the dark. His proximity registered in your mind all the more, his presence tangible. “G’night,” he added.

“Good night.”

Neither of you moved for the first couple minutes. Being by each other’s side in that way that was new. But before long, you let your foot drift to meet his in a gentle brush. Bucky remained still. Then you let it trail further up his calf, and felt the minuscule twitch of the muscle. You were waiting to see if he’d do something. But he laid there and welcomed the feeling. The moment you stopped, however, draped an arm over your waist beneath the sheets.

“C’mere,” he murmured.

The two of you shifted so that your back was pressed to the front of his body. His fingers slipped under your shirt—his shirt—to trace the soft skin of your stomach. He never let them stray any higher than the immediate space around your belly button. The sensation sent a pleasant warmth through you.

Even after a whole night of being with each other, that moment seemed to carry more weight than them all.

The sheets that were draped over your shoulders smelled like him. You were in his bed; the private place he retreated to rest at the end of both good days and those that could have gone better.

As Bucky’s exhales graced the back of your neck, the newness and intimacy of it all began to truly establish itself as a reality. You became all the more grounded in it when his soft lips met the nape of your neck. A shiver traveled down your spine and faded away despite how long you wished you could've held onto it.

Upon opening your mouth to say something, no words came out. You weren’t sure what to say. Or if there was really anything to say at all. Bucky’s fingers were still on your stomach. And even though a slight daze had taken residency within your mind, you managed to realize that he was drawing tiny hearts with the tip of his index finger. You huffed a laugh.

“What?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Are you drawing hearts?”

Bucky chuckled. “M'surprised you could tell. I’m terrible at drawing ‘em.”

“Not as terrible as you think.”

The two of you continued talking for a little while longer. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. Awakening the following morning brought both familiarity and an inexplicable spark of excitement. Similar to the feeling of waking up in a hotel room while on vacation. Except Bucky’s room was worlds better.

Your back was turned towards him, but you admired the way sunlight shone into the room from the space around the closed blinds. Everything appeared to be dipped in a toasty golden glow.

When you rolled over he was laying on his stomach, cheek pressed into the pillow and pink lips parted. Because the sheets had lowered to pool at your waists, his back was exposed. All it took was gently scratching the space between his shoulder blades for his eyes to flutter open. They were a bit puffy, and he blinked a few times before smiling and letting them slip closed again. It had been forever since he’d woken up to a gentle touch in the morning.

He shivered when you spidered your fingertips down his spine. And the hair on his arm raised as you went on to caress his bicep. You smiled and moved to press a kiss to the top of his shoulder. “Look at your arm, Buck... I gave you goosebumps.”

“I know.” There was a rasp to his voice.

Having remembered what he traced on your skin the previous night, you decided to trace a little heart in the center of his back. He must’ve been able to tell because he propped himself up and reached for the small journal and pen he kept on his nightstand.

He faced away from you as he jotted something in it.

You poked his back. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see in just a second—okay, done,” he said. “Now close your eyes, I promise you’re gonna like it.” So you did.

And when you opened them, you were staring at a page with two hearts drawn in black ink. They looked nice. Quite rounded, but nice. “I thought you were terrible at drawing hearts.”

“You boosted my confidence last night.”

“Somebody would pay good money for that drawing, you know?” You were only teasing. “An original piece by the James Buchanan Barnes himself.”

That made a laugh rumble through his chest as he placed the journal back on the nightstand. “How 'bout you buy it?” A lazy smirk crept across his face. “I’ll accept payment in the form of kisses.”

“Then consider me sold.”

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Even though the members welcomed Beomgyu as their little and group responsibility, Taehyun stayed in hiding. He felt that having one little was enough on the group, especially with working on their debut at the time.

Taehyun always prided himself as being independent, especially as a little who was on the older side. At least if you compare it to Beomie's age. He did his best to cope, preventing slip-ups. He often tried to do 'little' activities that would hold him over until he had some alone time like drawing and playing games on his phone or with Kai and Beomgyu Hyung.

His two loving boyfriends, Soobin and Kai, were helpful even without knowing and never pressed him about his limitless knowledge on age regression. Being very intuitive, Taehyun also held back as he suspected his own boyfriend could possibly be a little as well.

But lately, Taehyun felt off. Everything had been going fine for many months, they'd had comebacks come and go without a hitch. They'd worked hard and dealt with stress but it always went back to a healthy level. His birthday even passed, but he felt somehow more tense and antsy. He spent a lot of time doodling aggressively and binging on Dino nuggets.

His boyfriends, Soobin especially, as well as the other members, spent a lot of time caring and giving affection to Beomgyu when he age regressed. Nowadays it seemed whenever they were all home in the dorm, they played and tended to the littles every want and need. Taehyun would never admit to being jealous, he was in denial of even the suggestion.

Taehyun watched from a kitchen chair as his boyfriend, Soobin, pinched little Beomies cheeks. Coddling the boy, he cooed compliments at the crayon drawing the boy was holding up for his two Hyungs to see as they all sat on the living room floor.

The final stab to his heart.

The second youngest maknae let out a choked sob as his hands fell into his lap. No one could have anticipated this happening since the boy always held himself together and took care of everyone and, seemingly, himself as well.

"Baby..", Soobin stood from the couch in an instant, Kai right on his tail as they rushed to the sobbing mess that was their precious boyfriend. Soobin tried to wrap his arms around him only to earn a flailing of the arms and a louder sob.

"W-want D-daddy!", Taehyun wailed in a childlike tone none of them had ever heard before. It broke Soobin's heart. He recognized the signs by now, Taehyun must have been age regressing. But if he isn't daddy... Soobin looked at Kai.

"M-me?", Kai looked into Soobins eyes but they both knew the answer by then. A new sensation washed over Kai. The urge to protect his crying boyfriend had never been so great before as he encircled his arms around the boy who hiccuped and whimpered expectantly turning into his 'Daddy's' chest.

"I got you... shhh... I got you.", Kai whispered, rubbing small circles on Taehyun's back. Soobin felt really hurt but he knew Taehyun was the priority in that moment.

"Can you do a big breath for me, sweet pea?", Kai lowered his face to be on the same level as Taehyun who tried his best to inhale deeply.

"Mhm, good boy, just like that. Can we do one more? Do it with me-", they both inhaled deeply, Taehyun was able to catch his breath and slow down his breathing. He snuggled back into his boyfriend's chest.

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Beomie was very startled by the crying of his dear friend and crawled into his Appa's lap. To say both of them were confused and grief-stricken at the sight of a broke Taehyun would be an understatement. 

"Tae is sad.", Beomie said matter of factly, looking at his Appa with big, sad, dark boba eyes. Yeonjun, worried as well, watched the two tallest members trying to comfort their smallest. He knew he needed to distract Beomie, who was sensitive when he was age-regressing, before they were dealing with two sobbing members. So, he put on a random Disney moving. Beomie, in his headspace, was more than happy to be distracted by one of his favorite movies, Cars 2.

Yeonjun listened in, protectively to his younger members once again, seeing Taehyun was calming down and Soobin was just standing there dejectedly. He didn't want to interfere especially if the matter was private, involving their relationship.

"I'm gonna take him to our room to calm down for a little bit. Okay? I love you.", Kai leaned over to give Soobin a quick peck on the lips before holding his hand out for Taehyun to take.

Kai lead his sniffling 'older' boyfriend to their shared room to relax and talk in private. Sitting down first, he opened his arms to the smaller who crawled into his lap and curled his body into him to feel extra small in the loving embrace of his 'Daddy'.

"Why is my Hyunnie so sad?", Kai sighed and resumed the light circles, this time on Taehyuns upper arm, placing a long kiss on his forehead.

"Dada doesn't love Hyunnie. Only B-Beomie.", little Taehyun immediately broke down again once he remembered what he was sad about. Kai could only assume that if he was 'Daddy' that must mean ‘Dada’ is their beloved Soobin. In his softest tone of voice, mimicking how Yeonjun and Soobin talk to Beomie when he's upset, he did his best to reassure his hurting boyfriend seated in his lap.

"Oh, baby. That's not true at all. Daddy AND Dada love you so so very much. I'm sure if Dada knew you felt this way it would break his heart! He would give you allllll the kisses, I'm sure! You should never think that way, my sweet baby. If you are sad you have to tell Daddy or Dada, okay? So we can help our Hyunnie feel all better.", Kai's soft, comforting words helped to calm the little once again. He wiped his baby's tears away and kissed each of his tear-stained cheeks.

"Let's go get Dada, yeah?", Kai smiled at his little and waited for a slow nod. He helped Taehyun stand up. Kai knew the sudden rejection probably had Soobin close to tears himself. His older boyfriend was much more sensitive than he let on, especially when it came to his makenaes and lovers.

And Soobin was. Soobin stood out on the balcony alone to take some time to think. He even let a few tears fall. The fact that he didn't notice something was going on with his Taehyun for who knows how long was painful. And not knowing what it was, was even worse. But what killed him the most, is that when his baby finally age regressed in front of them, he was pushed away. He wasn't upset that his boyfriend was seen as a person of comfort, maybe a little that he got to be called 'Daddy' instead of himself. But he was upset that his love felt unsafe in his comfort.

"Is it me?", Soobin whispered to himself, trying to think over what he could have done to make his baby so upset with him, having never experienced it before.

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Some Scars aren’t Physical: PART 2

Iida X GN! Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Allusions to past abuse, swearing, slight panic attack, L-bombs, and the obligatory Izuku texting POV 😜🤪

Summery: (Y/N) had a terrible boyfriend in middle school. He was possessive, manipulative, and just plain awful. Since breaking up with Him, (Y/N)’s had pretty bad relationship anxiety. It’s so bad, that it makes them afraid to pursue their new crush: the kind, earnest class rep, Tenya Iida.

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Please note: Reader is a little short. Like, Iida’s a tall boi, and Reader’s implied to be short enough to at least have to tilt their head a little to fully see them. If you’re 5’10 or taller, (first of all, fuck you, can I have your height?) then kindly overlook every time reader is described as short. I’m 5’2, leave me alone.

Btw, this is the end, y’all. I only planned 2 parts. Enjoy 😘 

. . .

Summer came. Villains attacked, a classmate was kidnapped and rescued, and you moved into the new school dorm system. You and Tenya had been going out for a little over a month. You were thrilled to be closer to him with the dorms, and he had shared your enthusiasm, even if it was somewhat more contained. 

“Y’know what’s funny?” You looked up at Tenya, swinging your interconnected hands between you. “I still don’t think I’ve gotten used to the convince of the dorms.”

“Well, we haven’t been here very long.” The bespectacled boy mused with a smile. 

“Yeah, but it’s like… somethings I forget that we’re even in the dorms.”

“Really?” Tenya pressed the Up button on the elevator, running his thumb over your knuckles as you waited for the doors to open.

“Uh-huh. Just yesterday Izuku and I were texting and planning a movie night, I made said something like ‘wanna come over to my place or should I head over to yours’, and he was like ‘we’re literally within the same 500 yard radius of each other. It doesn’t matter.’ My dumb ass really thought I was still in my own house.”

Tenya laughed as you pulled him into the waiting elevator and punched in your floor number. “What movie are you planning on seeing?”

“I’m going to make his sit through all of Mama Mia!, and possibly the sequel if we don’t start too late.” You cut your eyes to the side to squint playfully at your boyfriend. “Why? You want in?”

“If you’ll have me, I don’t want to encroach on your “bestie time”.” Tenya pulled his hand out of yours to make over exaggerated air quotes. 

You scoffed, lightly shoving him out of the elevator as it opened on your floor. “I highly doubt he’d care. Homeboy won’t say it to your face, but you’re his bestie too.” You grabbed his forearm, hugging it to yourself.

“If you’re sure, I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to intrude on you and Midoriya’s time. I know he’s important to you.”

You smiled warmly up at him, coming to a stop in front of your dorm room. “I really appreciate that, but you have nothing to worry about. If I didn’t want you there, I wouldn’t offer.”

“Hmm. I just might take you up on that, then.”

Tenya took both your hands in his own, brushing his lips against your knuckles. You giggled softly, squeezing his hands in response.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” You said quietly. “It’s been really weird lately, we defiantly needed a night out.”

“Yeah. Things seem to be settling down, but I think the training camp incident’s still heavy on many of our minds.” Tenya sighed. “I know it is on mine.”

You hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Then you certainly deserved a date night.”

He chuckled, a soft, blissful expression painting his sharp features. He cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to darken. “(Y/N), uh, I’m going to ask you something. Before I do though, I want you to know that saying “no” is an expectable answer. I’m not going to be upset, I promise.”

You raised both eyebrows, brows furrowing. “Okay,”

Tenya took a deep breath, squinting his eyes shut for a second before reclaiming eye contact with you. “Can I kiss you?”

You swore the world stopped. You vaguely heard laughter from the dorm a few doors down, but it didn’t register. All that mattered was Tenya. Beautiful, respectful, wonderful Tenya, and how he wanted to kiss you. He hadn’t asked when you’d had your first kiss back in middle school. He just swooped in and-

Nope. You’re not thinking about Him. He’s not here. He can’t hurt you anymore. Tenya’s here, and he’s asking if he can kiss you. 

And you want him to kiss you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I would really like that.”

A small smile cracked across Tenya’s nervous face. He gently cupped you face with his hand. “You’re sure? Absolutely sure that you…”

You stood on your toes, knotting your fingers behind his neck. “Kiss me, Tenya.”

And he happily, albeit nervously complied.

. . .

After a draining school day and the mountain of homework that followed, all you wanted to do was collapse. You flopped over on your bed, groaning into the blanket. You were so tired you didn’t even feel like going down to the main floor for dinner; you figured you could raid your mini fridge when you got hungry.

Tenya’s gonna have a heart attack if he thinks I’m skipping meals, you thought with a dry chuckle. Just as you were unlocking his phone to text him, you heard a knock at your door. 

“Yeah?” You called, refusing to leave the comfort of your bed.

“It’s me, Tenya.” He replied. “Can I come in?”

“Sure. Yeah, get in here.” You sat up to greet your boyfriend, tossing your phone aside.

He entered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before joining you on the bed. “How are you, dear? You’ve been hiding in here since the class ended.”

“Tired. So tired.” You mumbled, leaning into his large frame. 

“Oh, well, that certainly explains your absence.” Tenya remarked. “Are you hungry? I was thinking we could go out someplace to get something to eat. Somewhere off campus.”

“Um, I…”

You’d never liked saying no, especially not to Tenya. You’d never really had a reason to; you usually agreed with whatever he suggested. He’d never liked it when you said no to Him. He’d guilt you into giving into whatever it was He wanted. He’d twist your emotions until you couldn’t do anything but halfheartedly agree to His whims.

You were still far too tired. You couldn’t even bring yourself to go downstairs, much less out of the school. You didn’t want to. You wanted to say no.

But the word wouldn’t form. 

“(Y/N)? Honey, are you okay?” Tenya asked, a concerned expression taking root on his face. “You look distressed, and you’re shaking, what’s wrong?”

“Uh, I-” You swallowed thickly, breathing going funny. “I don’t-”

“Shit,” Tenya muttered under his breath. He slipped off the bed to kneel in front of you, taking both your hands in his own. “Shhh, (Y/N)? I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but I promise you’re going to be okay. Try taking some deep breaths, okay? It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

You slowly calmed down, your anxiety settling as Tenya whispered soothing words and caressed your hands. “I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Of course,” He murmured, brushing hips lips against your knuckles. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You hung your head, shame twinging in your gut. “I’m too tired to go out, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you no. I guess I got nervous.”

“Okay, why is that scary to you?” Tenya retook his seat next to you, rubbing a gentle hand across your back. “‘No’ is an acceptable answer, (Y/N). You shouldn’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You tugged on his shirt, eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Can I sit in your lap?”

“Oh, come here.” Tenya encouraged, opening his arms.

You crawled onto him, sitting sideways on his thighs and leaning against his chest. He tenderly wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“I had a boyfriend in middle school who wouldn’t let me say no to Him.” You muttered, nuzzling more into Tenya. “He’d guilt me into doing whatever He wanted. He did a lot of other shit too, I don’t think I can get into all of it right now, though. You’re nothing like Him, and I know that. I really like you a lot, Tenya, and I trust you, but I still get nervous sometimes because I keep thinking about what it was like with him and it’s ruining things with you and I don’t wanna fuck this up and I hate it and-”

“(Y/N), you’re crying.” Tenya interrupted, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, honey.”

You nodded mutely, wiping the rest of your tears. “ ’m sorry,”

“Please don’t think you have to apologize. I understand. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He assured you, gently rocking you back and forth. “None of this is your fault.”

He held you for another few minutes, rocking you until your tears stopped falling. “Thank you, Ten.”

“You’re welcome, dear.” He kissed your forehead, smiling loving at you."Can you promise me something?”

“I don’t know, what is it?” You asked, squinting.

Tenya laughed softly. “That you’ll say ‘no’ to me when you have to.”

“I’ll try,” You twisted your shirt in your fingers. “I don’t want you to be upset with me, though.”

“For what? Having your own opinion? Not wanting to do something?” He pulled away from you a little to look you in the eyes. “That’s unfair to you. You’re far too precious to me. I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped being with me.”

You laughed breathily, smiling for the first time all night. “That’s just it, Tenya. I don’t feel trapped. I feel free.”

Tenya let out a dumbfounded laugh, blush spreading across his face. “W-well, I’m glad.”

You softy threaded your fingers into his hair, kissing him sweetly. He melted into your touch, pacing a hand on the back of your head.

“Thank you,” You whispered against his lips.

“For what?”

“For just… being you. You’re amazing, Ten.” You pursed your lips, organizing your thoughts. “And… I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

Tenya’s grip on you suddenly slackened out of shock. You would’ve slid right out of his lap if you hadn’t anchored yourself by griping his shoulders.

“Woah, sorry,” Tenya quickly gathered you into his arms again, face burning. “You surprised me. Um, did- did you mean it?”

“How could I not?”

 Tenya let out a dazed puff of air, a flustered smile tugging at the cornered of his lips. He lightly kissed your jaw, his fingers dancing over your waist with a feather-light touch. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

. . . 

(Y/N): Yeah, I was just too tired to go down to dinner. Don’t worry, I’ve got food up here. Tenya wanted to go out for dinner, but a minor panic attack changed his mind 😎

Izuku: Wait, panic attack? What happened?

(Y/N): He asked if we could go, and I got a little nervous about telling him no

(Y/N): I freaked out a little bit, and he held me for a while. I told him a little about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

Izuku: …Voldemort??

(Y/N): 😑

(Y/N): Yes, Izuku. I dated Voldemort in middle school.

Izuku: Lol, how’d that convo go?

(Y/N): Really well, actually. Tenya was supper understanding. God I love him.

Izuku rolled his eyes, snickering as he texted back, Totally news to me. 🤣 When did you come to that realization? 

As he hit send, a different text notification slid across the screen.

Iida: (Y/N) got anxious about something and explained a little of their “bad dating experience” you mentioned to me. They were a little distressed about the whole thing, but they still managed to fluster me.

“What am I, the middle man?” Izuku asked himself, sighing as he texted his friend back.

Izuku: Ooh boy. What’d they do?

Another text from you. Izuku navigated back to your thread. This was already getting tiresome.

(Y/N): I dunno. We had a date a month-ish ago, and we had our first kiss afterwards. I think I may’ve had some sort of idea that I was in love with him then, when he asked if he could kiss me.

Iida again. “Good grief,” Izuku muttered.

Iida: They told me they loved me. It threw me for a loop, but I managed to regain control of my senses to tell them that I loved them too.

Izuku: Geez, you two are hopeless.

Iida: What do you mean?

Izuku: I’m currently switching back and forth between texting both you and (Y/N) gushing over each other.

Iida: Oh.

Izuku: Yeah man. This is fun and all, but (Y/N) called me as their wingman first. Go get your own, lmao

Switching back over to your message, Izuku sent one last text:

Izuku: That’s really sweet. Anyway, Iida is also texting me at the exact same time as you are. Thought I’d pass along a message he didn’t ask me to pass: he’s head over heels for you. I’m now muting my phone. Being friends with you two is exhausting. 

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The Good I Come Home To ||Leon S. Kennedy x Female!Reader|| Part 1

Warnings: Angsty, PTSD Leon being very jumpy and shell-shocked, mentions of sex. 

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Summary: Originally posted to my Archive of Our Own Account. 

Part 2 can be found here

Leon has kept it very casual with you for months, seemingly oblivious of the growing feelings you harbour. You have no idea just how badly it hurts him to leave you every time until he tries to cut you out of his life completely. You have other ideas. You just have to persuade Leon they're the right ones.

Leon S. Kennedy was a complicated man in many respects, but it was easy to unravel all those complex layers if you started looking at his core values, his sense of purpose. To serve, to protect. Leon was built to be the bodyguard of humanity, the first line of defence between unimaginable horror and the things he loved. Every experience had moulded him into this hard shell of a man, so far from the one people used to know. It had been interesting, really, to see an old friend from the Police Academy approach him and see just how different they had turned out. They both had the eyes of experience anybody in the force acquired over time, but Leon’s were sterner, like an unbreakable stone as opposed to ice you could chip away at and eventually shatter. This old friend of his had a small-town job and apple pie life. He had the white picket fence and the wife who kissed him when he came home to freshly made dinner. His children were doing well at school.

Leon had listened like his life was a whole other world away. It was visible in his eyes, though he carefully kept it off his face, that the comparison between each man actually disturbed him. You hadn’t meant to see of course. It was pure coincidence you’d happened to be in the supermarket, walking down that same aisle. His old friend had hit the barricade you so often hit when you asked. You’d stopped questioning it after a few months of back and forth and the looming threat of losing him became a dark and unbearable burden.

“So er, heard about the huge explosion at Raccoon. Where’d they place you after that?”

“Nowhere. I work for the government now.”

“Oh damn. FBI?”

“Something like that.”

His job was the complicated topic. Classified and bad enough to put a certain brand of darkness behind his eyes when you asked, it was  best left untouched by your hands because it was hidden beneath the many layers of the man you’d only ever been allowed to scratch the surface of – literally and figuratively. Beyond his core values, the simplicity of Leon S. Kennedy lay in his needs. He was a flesh and blood man after all. He was guaranteed to need to eat, to do laundry, to shower, to relieve himself. These simple needs were what made him somewhat predictable to you. On his best days, when he text you days or hours before, you were almost guaranteed to be wined and dined. Okay so the wine and dine option was sometimes more like beer and take-out pizza but it was always paid for by him if you bought the alcohol.

When he was feeling a little less than okay, you’d get no outright statement of his desire to see you, but he’d hedge around the topic and wait for you to ask him, like he was afraid to be a nuisance. You’d only get this awkward and prompting behaviour from him an hour or two before he showed up which left you little time to prepare, but a quick shower was always on the cards. In his worst moments, he’d give no warning and simply show up at your house with smouldering eyes that demanded your attention and everything else you had to give him. God help you, you always gave him everything. As simple as his needs were, as his feelings on the matter appeared, yours were much more complicated. Leon S. Kennedy had made it clear from the start when he met you at the bar that fateful night, all chiselled jaw and playful eyes, that nothing serious was to come of this.

It had progressed to a proper agreement when you both seemed to just keep running into each other. You were free to date, if you so pleased, and he’d stop showing up. He’d be gone like dust in the wind, untraceable and impossible to bring back. You didn’t want that. Until the day either of you became tied down you had agreed you were exclusive. You sated each other only. It was hard to keep to that promise all the time when he was away for long periods, but you remained true to your word anyway, and that was how it had stayed for a solid eight months. Leon came back to a bed you kept free just for him and left in the morning like it was no more than a pit-stop on a long and winding road.

You suspected he wasn’t proud of it. You thought sometimes you could see something softer in his eyes, something that made you think he wished for something more than he was already giving you. There were moments his eyes lingered when he said goodbye, times his hands stayed on you a little longer than they usually did. On rare occasions, when he was just a bit too drunk after what you guessed was a bad job, you let him sleep it off with his arms around you and listened to the whimpers in his sleep with an aching heart. Leon consistently let you have his body, gave you the briefest glimpses at the big heart he held so carefully hidden away, but never once did he let you into his mind. As much as you loved being with him, you had never truly been with him at all. You’d never truly connected with him beyond anything physical. It pained you to know you never would. You cared for him too much. You saw the deep pain he carried with him everywhere, and you’d never be able to alleviate that load because he wouldn’t let you.

You had to pause the TV to be sure you’d actually heard anything at all, but when you heard the noise again it was stronger, bolder. Knocking. Glancing at the clock, you turned the TV off with a frown. There weren’t many people who would come knocking at this late hour, and you didn’t know if your heart was in it tonight to let him in when he would forever keep you out. As if on cue, when you opened the door to a dripping wet Leon, thunder rumbled and rattled the open window in the corridor of your apartment block. A small puddle of water had formed on the windowsill, dripping in as the harsh rain battered the glass. Leaving your door propped with the door stop you kept nearby for moments like these, you crossed to the window to close it and lock out the weather. You felt sullen enough without the storm clouds invading your house.

“Leon if you’re here to drink that’s okay but I’m not really up for-“ you cut yourself off, uncertain all of a sudden as to what it was he was here for. His needs were always so simple, the looks and actions associated with them something you had come to learn to recognise without much conscious thought. This was entirely new. Those piercing blue eyes were sullen, fighting between being as hard as sapphire and as soft as calm ocean waves. What was frightening was the depth of the ocean you saw. It was like staring into an abyss of torment. Red-ringed and with whisky on his breath, it didn’t take a genius to realise Leon had been crying and was in fairly bad shape. Hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, he stared at you through those horribly complex eyes, his mouth half open like he wanted to say something but couldn’t force the words out. He was pale, breaths even but heavy, like he had to physically remind himself to huff out each one.

Wordlessly, you took him by the hand. His skin was freezing to the touch and you guessed the faithful jacket had done little to keep the bitter cold from seeping into his exposed skin. Your theory was proven right when his cheeks were just as cold to the touch.

“I…” you thought he might say more but it was like watching a caveman learn to talk. There were only sounds, no words. He was usually very skilful with his tongue but tonight those talents were nowhere to be found. Pushing his jacket from his shoulders you hung it to dry over the back of your sofa, hoping the radiator would do its job and leave it toasty for him when he inevitably put it on to leave you again. You ignored the stinging in your chest at the thought. Leon didn’t need you to be petty right now. Truthfully, you were frightened. Leon’s carefully constructed composure had been shattered by something and you didn’t think you wanted to know what was strong enough to shatter this man’s rock hard exterior and cut him so deeply. He stood dumbly in your hallway, and you gently pushed him to the edge of the sofa to take off his shoes so they wouldn’t traipse water into your home.

“Shhh Leon, just come with me.” You coaxed him back onto socked feet, leading him down the hall to your bathroom.

“No…no Y/N I, I don’t…” he swallowed.

“Do you trust me Leon?” you asked him, keeping your voice gentle like you were cajoling a wild animal into eating from your palm. Leon nodded without question and you smiled slightly. “Then just follow for me now.” You kicked open your door and led him to the edge of the tub, grabbing a towel from the shelving units there and placing it on the sink.

“What are you doing?” he could barely speak above a whisper, looking confused and upset and lost all at once.

“I’m going to run you a nice hot bath before you catch your death. I don’t know how long you were in the rain for Leon but you’re frozen to the bone.” You said calmly, putting the plug in the tub and turning on the tap for the hot water. Leon didn’t answer, merely watched you with the eyes of a man so lost in trauma he couldn’t find his way back to the surface world and make sense of the happenings around him. While you waited for the water to turn steamy, you rubbed at his hair with the towel in your hand to dry it. You knew something was incredibly wrong when he let you mess it up like that. There were very few instances you were allowed to touch his hair and you had to always, always comb it back into place or suffer the consequences. Occasionally, you took a break to fill the tub with some of your prized bath oils. Lavender, camomile, jasmine, all your favourite scents from a beautiful kit a colleague had bought you as part of secret Santa last year.

He didn’t comment as the room filled with intoxicating, relaxing scents, nor when you checked the temperature again and told him he could get in when he was ready. He held the towel in both hands, staring at the cotton as if it might hold some answers.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. You nodded once.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” you asked him. He nodded once, but he didn’t meet your gaze. He was lying you were sure. “Okay. Take as long as you need in here, I’ll be about when you feel ready to see me alright?” you promised, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. Your lips lingered a little too long, but Leon didn’t move away. He closed his eyes as if the contact was all he had wanted and more. As the door closed behind you you heard the soft, muffled sob he tried so hard to bury in the towel, and your heart broke a little more. Something had shattered Leon S. Kennedy and it didn’t sit well with you at all to see him this vulnerable. He needed the space right now to get his mind back in order but once he did, when he was ready to face you, you weren’t sure you’d get an explanation from him. He’d shut down every time you’d ever asked for one before.

He’d woken screaming one night, lashing out so violently that if you had been sat upright there’d have been no way to avoid his fist and he’d have knocked you out cold. When you tried to ask what was wrong, he’d simply snapped at you to leave him be and left your apartment so fast there could have been a fire under his ass. So, what did you do? Did you just not even try? He hadn’t made a move on you, had specifically said no when he saw you heading in the direction of the bedroom. But if he wasn’t here for sex what was he here for? It only added to your anxiety that you really had no clue what he wanted if it wasn’t your body he’d come for, and though part of you thought that should make you angry, another part of you hoped that that meant it was something more that he was after this time. The kind of more you wanted.

No. You had to try for him. You couldn’t let him go on like this. He didn’t have to fight the war in his head alone, not when you were here. At least, if he wanted to go it alone, he could have someone stable waiting with a safety net if he stumbled. For now you’d let him linger and soak in the tub, and you’d make the most out of the ingredients you had in the fridge. If he stayed, he could eat it off a plate. If he didn’t…well, you’d make some in a container in case. Pasta bake had always been your father’s speciality and it had been your favourite as a child, was still your comfort food now. Chicken and bacon sizzled, pasta boiled, and you grated the cheese to the rhythm of your favourite song playing softly on the radio while the milk and butter warmed on the stove. You snagged a piece of bacon from the wok and let the salty flavour burn your tongue.

With your masterpiece constructed and more cheese grated on top, you slid the dish into the oven for it to crisp up and set your timer, setting about washing the utensils next. It kept your hands busy, kept your mind from wandering too much, but even the sudsy water couldn’t quite keep your mind from ticking over. Why had Leon come here in the pouring rain? What had spooked him so badly he’d thought, in his less than coherent state, that he needed to be here in your apartment? Did the fact he’d come to you mean anything at all or did he just happen to be nearby? You put the saucepan a little harder than necessary into the rack when it slipped from your hands, jumping and cursing to yourself at the loud clang it had made.

“Y/N!” Leon almost roared your name in pure, abject terror. Eyes wide you rushed for the bathroom, hands still soapy and dripping water. He was already out of the bathtub, naked and scrambling through his jacket until he came up with a gun of all things, aimed right at you as you burst through the door. A shriek escaped you and you immediately dropped to the floor, hands above your head.

“Leon it’s me!” you begged. Harsh breathing filled the room.

“Where is it?” he demanded. You peeked up at him from below your arms, lowering them slowly. He was half-crouched, eyes wild and fixated on the door that led back to your room. He offered you a hand. “Come on, get up and get behind me, where is it?” he repeated the question more firmly now.

“Where’s what? Leon I – there’s only us here. I just dropped a saucepan.” You breathed. His expression faltered, confusion flooding his features first , then guilt, and finally grief. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply, held it, exhaled slowly. He lowered his gun after a few more deep breaths.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking a little like a kicked puppy. You shook your head, slowly pushing to your feet so as not to startle him. His skin was tinged pink, little suds clinging to the ends of his hair. The timer went off in the kitchen and Leon flinched again, hand tensing around the gun. You soothingly placed your hand on his arm.

“It’s just the timer. We’re the only people here Leon, nothing’s going to hurt us. How’s about you dry off and come have something to eat?” you suggested. He blanched at the mention of food and you frowned. “You don’t have to eat everything, just a little bit, you look really pale.” You reached for the towel and held it out to him until he reluctantly nodded and wrapped it around his waist. You left the door slightly ajar and headed for the kitchen to switch off the damn timer. He was so jumpy, so eager to jump to your defence. You plated up a small portion, not wanting to put him off with a large one. You didn’t feel particularly hungry yourself but you’d had a proper meal earlier in the evening, a cup of tea would suffice, camomile and honey would soothe your nerves. Leon had a liking for peppermint you knew. Maybe if he was nauseous that would help him eat? Tea and pasta bake served you sat opposite his place, one hand wrapped around the handle of your mug and the other pulled up to your mouth, your teeth nibbling the side of your nail.

“You’ll make your thumb sore.” He lingered in the doorway like he wasn’t sure if he should sit down or run away. You dropped your hand and placed a more welcoming smile on your lips, nodding to the plate.

“Chicken and bacon pasta bake. It’s good.” You invited. Hesitantly, Leon shuffled to the chair and sat down. You didn’t push him to talk. Months of being with Leon had assured you that pushing would only clam him up further, and you wanted to pry him open tonight. With a sinking feeling, you realised it might be the last night you ever saw him. He’d let himself be extremely vulnerable to you already and you weren’t the type of person to see this kind of trauma and let it go unchecked. You’d want to check in on him, you’d want to help him feel better, and Leon didn’t appreciate the questions you’d have to ask to get the kind of help he needed right. He sighed slightly, picking up the fork and taking a small bite. He looked physically sick for the first few mouthfuls, and you made an effort to distract him with small talk about the weather, your day and all its mundane happenings.

He seemed enraptured by your very voice, soaking in every syllable that crossed your lips and mindlessly working his arm and mouth to clear the plate and drain the mug in front of him.

“Can I have a bit more? It’s really good.” He surprised you with his request but you obliged him, spooning some more on his plate.

“If you’re that partial to it you can take some home to.” You said simply. He nodded once, clearing the second portion with ease and looking much better for it. The colour had returned to his cheeks and he looked a little more put together than before. You settled back in your chair, watched him clean his plate and put it in the drying rack. It was a courtesy you’d never have asked for but were grateful for nonetheless. He didn’t turn around though, keeping his back to you and tightening his grip on the countertop.