#felt pretty and pink today i cannot lie

[poppy-metal]

i think i have the look of which would bring men the likes of art donaldson and patrick zweig to their knees but idk

[amourtoken]

so I literally cannot stop thinking abt this here u go

god kink Noah and softie Christian reader

I already know I'm going to hell so no need to remind me ik this is filth but that's what's fun abt it also basing the looks of the building off of this big ass church I used to go to and it's very weird and industrial so apologies if it's confusing

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: sacrilege lmao, degradation, raw sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, Noah kinda thinks he's better than everyone else, maybe bc he thinks he's God idk, corruption, loss of virginity, experienced Noah, dirty talk, slightly public, belly bulge, dacryphilia

♡ Noah's only at church cause he has to be, otherwise why the fuck would he waste his morning here. He sits through the awful music and wonders how all of these people live such a lie, its pathetic to him. The only thing that makes it bearable is the pretty little thing in the little white sundress that never fails to show up every Sunday.

♡ he thinks you're so cute. Brainwashed, but cute. All he ever thinks abt is how he could desecrate you and how you'd look so much prettier worshipping him.

♡ Noah is damn near your exact opposite, covered in tattoos, always wearing dark colors. He never really talks to anyone either, keeping to himself. You'd say he was miserable if you didn't see his face soften a little every time you catch his eye. You try to make a point and interact with him every chance you get, maybe he's lonely? You can't let that happen. He's the worship leader's son, you'd think he'd be having a better time but who knows what's going through his head.

♡ Noah almost feels bad that he can't keep his thoughts in order when you walk up to him, pretty smile plastered on your face. You're chattering about today's service and he's picturing his hands on your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin while he bucks up into you and gets to hear those pretty little noises he's sure you'd make. All he'd have to do is pull your dress up too, it'd be easy. He's nodding along with your conversation and trying to seem interested but it's getting harder and harder to pretend he's listening.

♡ his eyes drifting to the neckline of your dress which is pretty modest but God he'd be able to pull it down so easy, tease your nipples while you grind yourself on his thigh and whine for him to fill you up. His eyes snap back to your face which is etched with concern.

"Noah, are you feeling alright? You seem out of it."

♡ he could lie, but what's the point. Isn't lying a sin?

"I'm fine. Just thinking about how pretty you'd look split on my cock."

♡ did he really say that??? You weren't sure how to even respond. Or if you should at all. You were flushed down to your chest and Noah admired the pretty pink tinge to your skin. He was almost nervous he'd fucked up but he knew what to say to have you following him like a little sheep. If you can sit through service every week and genuinely believe the shit his father is saying, you'll do anything if it's said in the right tone.

"Bet you've never even fucked before, have you? Saving yourself for marriage and all that bullshit. You know I could make you feel good, you should let me show you."

♡ you're still stunned, standing like a little deer in some headlights. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find Noah attractive but you felt like he wasn't in the cards for you. He's everything you're not, but maybe that's what's so enticing about him. How he talked about your beliefs stung a little but you couldn't help the way your thighs pressed together at the thought of him and his suggestion. He'd never hurt you, right? You can trust him, why would he wrong you?

♡ Noah nodded toward one of the exit doors, turning to leave and hoping you'd follow. You nearly tripped over your own feet trying to catch up with him. Your brain felt fuzzy and you knew whatever he was gonna put you through was horrifically sinful but you can be forgiven for being curious, right? Noah locked the door behind you, leaving you both in an empty stairwell. Hopefully no one tried to interrupt the two of you, because Noah was immediately to work. He walked you backwards until your back was pressed to the concrete wall and he tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling until you whimpered and keened against his hand for some relief.

"The only fucking God in this building is me. I expect you to treat me like such."

"You answer to me, and you follow my fucking directions, yeah? Gonna be a good girl and do what I say?"

♡ you felt your heart race terribly in your chest from how close he was, you felt like a prey animal being stalked by a predator. You really didn't know what to expect, you've never done this before. You shouldn't be doing this at all...what have you gotten yourself into...

♡ Noah surprisingly sinks to his knees in front of you, hands brushing at your knees and sliding up your thighs, hiking up your dress as he goes. His long fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties to tug them down and he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, without warning burying his face in your pussy making you yelp and tangle your fingers in his hair for some balance.

(Something like this yk)

♡ you pulled his hair tightly between your fingers, whining while he lapped at your pussy and groaned against you when you pulled a little too hard. You felt pricks of pins and needles all over your body, it felt like a swarm of butterflies populated your lower stomach. Oh god...one of his hands steadied itself on your thigh but the other slid up to glide between your folds, gathering the slick mess before prodding at your entrance making you squirm. He was right, you hadn't done this before. He wanted you to enjoy yourself though, that's why he was taking the time to stretch you out and make you cum, so you could actually take his cock afterwards.

♡ the fingers at your entrance slid in slowly, stretching you out and scissoring slightly to spread you further. Your legs were shaking and the swarm in your belly felt 100x worse. You were worried you couldn't hold yourself up much longer...Noah pressed his fingers as deep as he could fit them, brushing your cervix and curving up to press right into the most sensitive spot he could. He laughed against your pussy when he felt you clench around his fingers, teeth brushing your clit and making you whimper pathetically above him. He was the one on his knees and you were unraveling. Pitiful.

"You gonna cum for me? Can't let you take this cock till you cum, won't fit."

♡ when he nudges a 3rd finger in you completely come undone, tugging his face closer to you and nearly crying while you grind into him through your orgasm. He speeds his fingers up inside of you until you're squirming and begging him to stop. He withdraws and stands back up, reminding you he towers over you at his full height and he licks your slick off of his fingers right in front of you. You're still panting and your legs feel shaky, this isn't helping.

♡ Noah thinks you look adorable so shaken up, he can't help but admire how your chest is rising so quickly and your face is flushed. He did that to you. He's gonna do so much more too. He backs you into the wall again and runs his hands down your thighs, picking you up and pressing your back into the wall for extra support while your legs wrapped around his waist. You threw your arms around his neck to steady yourself but he wasn't gonna drop you, he could hold you up for hours if he needed to. Again though, he thinks you're adorable and lets you think he could drop you just to get your heart racing again.

♡ he holds you up with one arm while freeing his achingly hard cock with the other. You didn't even really get a chance to see it, but when he drug the tip through the slick mess between your legs you could describe the feeling as dread. He felt huge. Noah leaned his head against your neck, pressing soft kisses up to your ear and nipping at the soft skin.

"Gotta relax for me, promise I'll make you feel so good...trust me"

"Can't wait to feel how tight this pussy is, can't believe I'm your first. Bet I'll be the last too."

"Gonna fucking ruin you for everyone else, gonna be mine forever, yeah?"

"So much for staying pure, hm? All it took was one little comment and here you are letting me fuck you raw in a stairwell. Wonder how your god feels about that."

♡ he'd planned on taking it slow but after sinking in just a few inches he couldn't help himself. He trusted up into you, hilting himself in one move and sank his teeth deep into your shoulder to try and muffle the groan that escaped his chest. He slapped a hand over your mouth as he sank in and thank God he did because the sound you made was nothing short of a scream. Big tears welled in your eyes even after all the work he did to prep you, the stretch of taking his cock felt almost too much. Noah was loving every moment, watching you fall apart for him. He pressed a large hand to your stomach as he started fucking himself into you just to feel how deep he fit in your poor body.

"O-oh god-"

"The only fucking god you should be praying to is me."

♡ your whimpers and moans were nonstop but thankfully muffled against his palm, he didn't want anyone interrupting you. You gripped his cock just fucking right and he doubted he could really last long but he needed to have you unravel on his dick before he could finish. Noah reached up and tugged the front of your dress down, leaning to absolutely cover your chest in hickeys and lick at your overly sensitive nipples, your whines pitched up when his teeth got a little too rough but he couldn't help but admire his work. Your pretty soft skin marred with teeth marks and bruises. There's no way you could walk back out there and have no one notice, everyone would know exactly what you did, and who you did it with. Perfect.

"bet you've been thinking about this just as much as I have, huh bunny? Needed to get fucked, needed to get filled up by some fat cock, yeah? Tell me."

"Your little god was keeping you from this, does he really feel better than me? Wanna hear you say it."

"Gonna cum again for me, bunny? Need to feel you squeeze this cock, you can do it. I got you."

♡ your head fell back against the hard wall as he fucked into you, the coil in your stomach tightened unbearably. Every thrust sank as deep as he could possibly get and made your legs shake in his hold. Noah was chasing your pleasure as much as his own, he loved seeing your pretty little pathetic expressions. He slid a hand between your bodies and barely even had a chance to brush your clit as you came. His arm around you tightened to keep you still as he fucked you through it, tears spilling from your eyes and ruining your pretty makeup.

"S-shit- that's it- good girl, feels good yeah? So good for me-"

"That's it, tell me who's making you feel this good baby say my fuckin' name- n-need to hear it"

♡ his thrusts picked up in intensity, fingers sinking into your hips hard enough to leave Bruises and he sank in impossibly deep as he shuddered through his own end, you whined at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up and the extra dripping out of you making a mess on the floor under you. It took a second for Noah to set you back down on shaky legs, he helped you straighten your dress back out before pulling you in for an uncharacteristically gentle kiss. He felt like he was a little harsh on you but he was happy you actually would do something like this with him finally.

"So pretty...we should do this again sometime, yeah?"

[daevastanner]

Elucien: 20 lashes pt II

link to part 1 here

He should let her walk away from him.

He should remain in the corridor.

But her words keep replaying in his mind as she strides down the steps and out the front doors.

“You deserve better,” she had said.

And Lucien realizes… who was the last person to ever consider what he deserved?

For the life of him, Lucien can’t recall the last person, the last instance, where someone took his side.

Where someone stood up for him.

But Elain…

His reluctant mate.

She’d taken his side.

Lucien’s legs are suddenly restless, and he starts down the stairs and towards those double doors.

Out on the front lawn he sees Elain making a bee-line for the stone bench, that sits beneath a dogwood tree.

He nearly chuckles when she plunks herself down unceremoniously.

But then she’s frowning, cradling her hand in her lap. She is in pain.

Lucien hastens his stride to join her. That right hook she had thrown was piss poor. Her fist had been balled up tight, thumb tucked in. She probably jammed her fingers.

And the second punch to Tamlin’s shoulder certainly hadn’t done her any favors.

Lucien cautiously closes the distance between them with extreme caution.

It feels like he’s approaching an easily startled deer.

He wants her to know that he holds her to no promises. He is not taking her display of defiance on his behalf as consent. Lucien only means to help.

He expects nothing in return.

Lucien gestures to the empty space beside her. “May I?”

Elain doesn’t look up from her already bruising knuckles, but nods.

Lucien fluidly sits beside her, taking a deep, steadying breath before speaking again. “I can fix that. Your hand.”

She stills and Lucien curses himself.

He is searching his mind for an excuse to leave when Elain slowly offers him her hand.

It sits there for a moment, hovering in mid air. All Lucien can do is stare at it.

But the soft voice of the mating bond returns to him for the first time in a very long time, and urges Lucien to act.

Willing himself not to tremble, Lucien gently takes Elain’s hand.

It is warm and soft. It reminds him of her eyes.

He holds her fingers in both his hands, lips twisting as he runs a thumb across her knuckles.

“Is it… bad?” Elain asks. “It does hurt. But it doesn’t feel like I broke anything.”

“Can you try and move your little finger for me?”

Elain swallows then hisses as her pinky gives the smallest of movements.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “It’s a fairly common injury. Usually seen in drunken brawls.”

“I confess myself inexperienced with such injuries.”

Lucien chuckles at her quiet humor.

Her cheeks pink, Elain presses, “I’m assuming it’s not so grave an injury.”

Lucien meets her eyes and dares the hint of a smirk. “You may never garden again.”

To his surprise and delight, Elain laughs. A true laugh. She tosses her head back and the setting sun casts her hair a burnished gold.

Still, he doesn’t allow himself to hope that this amicability, this easy conversation, will ever evolve beyond this day. Beyond this moment.

He clears his throat as her laughter winds down. “This may tingle a bit,” he cautions.

Elain bobs her head, and Lucien holds her hand just a little tighter, focusing on healing those fractures.

“I didn’t know you had healing magic,” Elain says, a current of discomfort lacing her tone.

“Only the barest amount. No more than your standard fae.” He looks up from her slowly mending hand, meeting her gaze yet again. “You likely have some yourself.”

She hums in approval and the wrinkle between her brows smooths as Lucien finishes healing her hand.

He is reluctant to release it.

When will he touch her again?

When will they be this close again?

No.

He cannot allow himself to hope for that. He cannot allow himself to even consider the possibility.

With no small amount of effort, Lucien releases his hold on her hand.

His chest pinches when she doesn’t immediately withdraw.

Instead she lifts her hand from his palm and holds it to the sunlight, examining it curiously.

“Can you move your fingers?” Lucien asks (even though he knows the answer).

She wiggles her delicate fingers, and something primal in Lucien is pleased.

He has cared for his mate. He has made her feel better. He has healed her.

“I don’t regret it,” Elain says, still admiring her hand. “Hitting him.”

Lucien’s mouth is dry. He doesn’t know how to respond.

She drops her hand then folds both of them in her lap. Her brown eyes focus on the ground as though she’s seeking out an answer in the emerald blades of grass.

“I was just… so angry.” Elain sighs. “I’ve never been so angry in my life.”

He had seen it. He had seen the anger break out on her face. Had practically smelled it on her before she turned and marched into the manor.

And he recognized it. He recognized that feral animosity.

Elain had learned that someone had harmed her mate, and had felt that primal urge to defend him.

“It was like I was burning. It felt like my blood was… charged.”

Lucien nods and considers his next words carefully. “I am familiar with the feeling.”

Elain’s eyes snap to him, and he can’t tell if she’s curious or crestfallen. “It’s… it’s part of… what we share then.”

He nods again.

She sits a little taller, steeling herself. “It’s a part of the mating bond.”

Lucien fights to keep his jaw from dropping. For some reason it’s… staggering to hear her say those words. To hear her mention the mating bond and call it by its name.

“I thought I’d gone mad,” she murmurs. “It felt like I’d lost all control.”

Self-admonishment and guilt flicker in her eyes and Lucien feels a pang of sympathy…

…and again that primal urge to fix this, comfort her.

“No, you aren’t mad.” He didn’t dare hold her stare when he spoke the next words. “It’s white hot when it starts. Your blood roaring in your ears. Your heart thundering against your chest. It blinds you. You feel a need, a compulsion, to act.” Lucien folded his arms and leaned back against the tree, trying to appear casual though he felt anything but. “It takes root and you feel entitled to the rage, because… because the person who… who, erm…”

He doesn’t know how to say it without alarming her.

So she says it for him: “The person who you are bonded to?”

But she says it not as a suggestion.

She says it as a mercy.

To let him know that she is not afraid of him. Not afraid of the bond. He had, in keeping his distance, gained this much ground in her trust.

He continues, “Yes, you feel entitled to rage for that person, and that call to protect… it has to be answered. You think the only way it will fade is… is if you take action.”

“And it did,” she says. “It went away after I hit him…”

There’s an awkward pause and Lucien takes no time in filling it.

“And don’t forgetting spitting at him…”

A soft, wry laugh.

Silence that Lucien is again happy to fill.

“…and then hitting him again.”

Her laugh is a little brighter this time, and when she again meets his gaze her expression is… grateful.

He clears his throat, not wanting to allow himself the chance to savor this moment. To savor the way she looks at him without apprehension.

He doesn’t want her to run.

But he also wants her to know that she is free to.

It pains him to say it, but he forces himself to: “The bond causes many urges, but they are… more easily ignored than some may believe.”

It’s a lie.

But something like disappointment flashes across her face…

It’s just as quickly gone as it had arrived. “I see.”

Lucien feels something between them then. A sort of static thread anchored at the center of his chest. The place where he had felt that warmth spark all those years ago when she’d tumbled out of that cauldron and he had realized she was his mate.

And he suddenly notices that her dainty fingers are resting over her breastbone. Right where she might feel a similar sensation to the one he is experiencing.

This remarkable thread he’d never noticed till this day.

Lucien’s heart wrenches. Oily regret seepes through his veins at what can never be.

He debates telling her now. Telling her what he has planned to give her for Solstice this year.

The opportunity to break their bond.

Gods dammit he had just accepted that their bond was a sham.

He had just resigned himself to being without a mate.

He’d been training his mind for months not to go mad at the loss of her.

And then she had shown up today.

Looking like an angel.

Smiling at him.

Laughing at his jokes.

Wearing his earrings.

Defending him.

Letting him touch her.

Discussing the bond.

Her human heart, he realized, still existed there. It still beat. Fickle and volatile and full.

Did he dare unlock those doors?

Did he dare break the locks he had forged to keep her out?

Did he dare allow himself to dream again?

Did he deserve to?

“I asked you once,” Elain begins, her voice as fragile as a rose petal, “if you could hear my heart. You said you could not.”

Lucien nodded.

“Is the answer the same now?” she asks.

And he can tell that for whatever reason… Elain is hopeful his answer will be different.

But he cannot lie to her. He cannot lie to his mate.

“I cannot.”

The only sound is the breeze rustling the leaves, and Lucien’s blood pounding in his ears.

He remembers her response from before as though it was the rhythm of his own heart:

“No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.”

Her expression then, so forlorn, so hopeless…

She did not wear it now.

Instead, Elain nods, and she seems almost resolute. As though she’s come to a decision.

He doesn’t dare consider what that decision may be. He doesn’t dare to hope.

And even still, as their eyes meet, he can almost hear what she’s thinking. Or at least he thinks so…

But you see me all the same, don’t you?

And he knows she can’t hear him, but he answers her silently: Yes, I do.

The easy silence continues and Lucien, for once, has no words.

“This Court is far too pretty for Tamlin,” she scowls.

And Lucien laughs, full bodied, at such a menacing expression on such a lovely face.

“You should tell him that.”

Elain balks. “I think I should ration my abuses towards him wisely. I’ve already punched him twice on this visit.”

“And spit at him,” Lucien adds wisely.

She laughs and Lucien is reminded of fox-glove flowers.

He is reminded of light and happiness.

The mating bond is the farthest thing from his mind.

Only Elain and her laughter remain.

Elain, her laughter, and the promise of maybe purchasing a new set of sheers for this year’s solstice gift instead.

[harrysweasleys]

a day in the life // f.w

request: Hi Alexaaaa So someone brought up this idea on my blog and i wanna request it id thats alright with you. So like imagine Fred having an auror wife and stuff and him being v protective and not wanting her to go on this dangerous mission but she goes anyway but gets really badly injured and poor freddie is worried sick. I love comfort fics i cannot lie and i hope u like this request thank you

warnings: mentions of explosions, injury, blood, and food

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hey guys! i hope you all had a wonderful week and that everyone is safe! the new year is right around the corner, can you believe it? where did the time go?? anyways, this was such a fun request and i loved writing it so much, so i hope you all enjoy! xx

“For the last bloody time, Freddie, it’s going to be fine,” you groaned, your head tossing backwards as you repeated the words to your husband for what felt like the thousandth time.

He crossed his arms, “I know you can handle yourself, but please. Please, for me, be careful. Don’t let anyone get the jump on you.”

A small smile made its way onto your lips and you placed your hands on his shoulders, “I always return, don’t I?”

“Yes,” he grumbled. You knew he hated it when you went off on dangerous missions — how couldn’t he? You were his wife. It was practically an oath of his to protect you. A vow. There was no way he’d let you run into the jaws of death without giving you a rough time beforehand. He always had something to say about it.

And he often did just that. He’d go on and on about how you could get hurt, how something could go terribly wrong and he could be left by himself. How you needed to see things from his point of view. You’d then spend the morning comforting him and convincing him you’d be fine, but at the end of the day, he’d always give you a bone crushing hug, muttering “glad you’re home safe” as he did so.

“I’ll be home in time for dinner, yeah?” you asked, standing up on your tip toes and pressing a light kiss on his nose. He scrunched up his face as you did so. You could tell he was trying to act upset at your leaving, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. Especially when, in his thinking, it could be the last time he sees you.

“Fine,” his lips stuck out in a small pout, one of his hands reaching up to run through your hair, “Stay safe, love.”

You brought your hand to his, lifting it to your lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “Love you. See you soon. I’ll be fine.”

He then tossed your hand to the side — gently, of course — and brought your lips to his. His hand was cupped under your chin, fingers causing a slight ticklish feeling as they delicately moved against your skin. But the feeling went practically unnoticed as you lost yourself in his kiss. His kiss that often rendered you breathless and weak in the knees.

You could feel his love and protectiveness in the gesture and it almost made you want to call in sick so you could stay curled up in bed with him, ignoring the world’s problems and acting as you two were the only people on the planet.

But, sadly, that couldn’t happen.

So you gingerly pulled away, already missing his warm lips against yours, and muttered a quiet “I’ll be fine,” once again before beginning to button your jacket.

It was going to be a long day.

Hours later and you were, in fact, not fine.

The mission had gone horribly wrong, leaving you with a heavily bandaged left arm, a throbbing head, and a group of St Mungo’s best Healers giving you countless antidotes and potions to prevent bleeding and further damage. You had only really been in for about an hour, but the swelling in the left side of your body had gone down heavily.

The pain was still rather horrendous, but you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Especially not with the current levels of exhaustion floating through your body. You felt as if any second now, you could completely pass out and stay asleep for the next seven years. And you wouldn’t even complain.

Pain really did take a toll on one’s body.

What was even more draining, though, was the fact that your Healer told you you’d have to stay the night. You trusted the staff at St Mungo’s with your life — it wasn’t exactly the first time you’ve been treated here, to be honest — but the room you were staying in was incredibly chilly and the food here was never as good as at home.

Plus, here, you didn’t have Fred’s body curled up next to you.

Fred.

He had gotten the message an hour ago that you were here and he said he’d close up shop early to come see you. They said he sounded rather when they sent someone to deliver the message, but you knew he’d barge in through those doors with wide eyes and panic written across every inch of his face. He was never one to really hide away from his worry, but you had seen him silent on a few occasions. Usually when he was in shock.

You felt awful. Both physically and emotionally. Fred had every right to be paranoid about you leaving the house; this wasn’t your first injury. And yet, you spent every morning persuading him to let you go. Fast forward to today, where you were currently bandaged in an uncomfortable bed at St Mungo’s. Not an ideal ending to your day, to be honest. And not an ideal piece of news for Fred to receive.

“Your husband is here, should we let him in?” one of the healers came to your side, checking under the bandage on your hand before nudging her head in the direction of the hallway.

A small groan left your throat, “Of course.”

She walked towards the door to the room and opened it, Fred’s frantic face finding its way to your bedside as quickly as possible. You could see the paleness of his skin, making his usually fiery hair stand out even more. His sweater was badly buttoned, and you were pretty sure the scarf he was wearing was on backwards.

If the situation was any different to the way it was right now, you’d probably have a good chuckle.

His hands immediately found yours, giving small, gentle squeezes as if he would break you if he put any more pressure, “Love, are you okay? What happened? Are you badly hurt?”

You let out a sigh with a small smile, “Freddie, I’m fine. It’s just some minor bumps and bruises. I got caught in the middle of an explosive curse, it’s fine.”

He pulled his hands away from yours and sat on the small metal chair next to the bed, pulling it as close to you as he could, his eyes scanning every inch of you as if he were doing his own evaluation, “It’s fine?! I was worried out of my bloody mind, woman. Can you imagine the panic when some bloke comes to tell me my wife’s at Mungo’s? Bloody thought you were dying.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you joked, rolling your eyes playfully before reaching your hand out to grab his, toying with the wedding band on his left hand, “I just have to stay here for the night. I’ll be home first thing tomorrow.”

“You have to stay?” his bottom lip stuck out, the childish pout on his face adding to the guilt fluttering in your chest.

You sat up slightly, trying to limit the weight on your bad arm, “I’m sorry, love. It’s for precaution. I don’t want to leave and make things worse. But, I promise, as soon as I’m discharged, we are heading home and doing nothing all day, yeah?”

“Well, I’ll stay here with you tonight ,” he puffed out his chest slightly as if he was a superhero, causing a bubble of laughter to erupt from your chest. Maybe it was just the exhaustion from your day, bud Fred’s sense of humour really never failed to get to you. Even at the worst of times.

Your eyes began to droop, but you gave his hand a squeeze, letting him know that even though you were fading, you were still listening and conscious. The last thing you wanted, now that he was here, was to leave him alone in the cold room. Cold, both in temperature and in atmosphere.

“You look tired, love,” his voice was soft, gentle. Loving. All the things you wanted to hear right now. If you were honest, you were worried he was going to be furious. Not at you, per say, but at what happened. So the fact that he was being caring and sweet meant more to you than you could begin to express.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand, “Tired? Me? Never.”

His laugh was quiet but you could hear it loud and clear, “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you get up.”

You didn’t want to sleep, to be honest. You wanted to sit up and talk to him. To let him know you were sorry and just what went wrong today. You knew he’d listen, and would most likely panic a bit more when you told him the details — but he’d be comforting. And that was kind of what you needed right now.

But, alas, your body had other ideas, and before you knew it, you were sound asleep.

“I can handle it myself,” you groaned, both hands gripped tightly on the jar of jelly, twisting with all of your might and still, somehow, not getting the lid to pop off.

Fred stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his arms crossed and a small smirk on his lips, “Alright, I’ll just watch from here.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, turning back to the jar and focusing all of your strength into opening it. Which wasn’t saying much, to be fair. You hardly had your strength back, and your body was still as sore as ever. You should probably give the jar to Fred, but your inner stubbornness told you to do it yourself. You couldn’t improve if everyone did everything for you.

“You’re sure?” his voice was laced with amusement as he held back a laugh, watching as your cheeks turned red from the amount of force you put into opening this jelly jar. You were surprised it hadn’t broken, but then again, were you even applying that much force?

“I’m fine!” you grumbled, using your sleeve to prevent the skin on your hand from getting irritated, your palm already bright pink from excessive use.

But it seemed to be no use. Your toast will have gone cold by now, and your breakfast just wouldn’t taste the same.

“Fine, here,” you mumbled, sticking your arm out and pushing the small jar into Fred’s chest, your bottom lick stuck out in a pout that could rival your husbands, “I hate feeling useless.”

He popped the lid of the jar as if it were nothing before handing it back to you, “I know, love. But you’re not useless. Your body just needs time to recuperate, yeah? Can’t go pushing your limits or you’ll just end up back in St Mungo’s, and I reckon you don’t want that.”

“I don’t want that,” you replied, beginning to spread the contents of the jar onto your now-cold toast, “I’m just bored. I miss work. I stay home alone all the time.”

His arms slithered around your waist, giving you a light squeeze as he rested his head atop yours, “Georgie’s taking over the shop today so I can stay here with you. We can do whatever you want.” His warmth spread through your body.

You had to admit, that did lift your spirits a little bit. The whole day at home with your husband? That sounded like quite the treat.

“Really?” you turned to face him, his arms still wrapped around your waist, but he took a step back so you could actually look up at him, “The whole day?”

“Course,” he grinned, pressing his lips to your forehead, “Gotta take care of my girl.”

The day hadn’t been overly eventful; a few cuddles on the couch, a few cuddles in the bed, listening to music, sitting next to Fred and watching telly as he organized paperwork for the shop. Just a few small things. But being with him for the whole day, it really did make you feel a million times better than you had all week.

Maybe that was his plan. To use his very presence as a way to cheer you up. Whether he did it knowingly or not, it did the trick. And now, the aches and pains in your body seemed to dissolve as he ran his hands up and down your arms, the two of you curled up in bed and ready for another night’s sleep.

“Thanks for spending the day with me,” your shot him a smile, but highly doubted that he’d see it in the dark, “I already feel loads better.”

“Of course you do,” his voice sounded cocky even though you couldn’t quite make out his face, “I make anyone feel better. I’m a real treat.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, I adore your humbleness. That’s why I married you.”

One of his hands slid around your waist and pulled you closer to him, body flushed against his. He was still gentle as if not to hurt you, “Not the only reason you married me, love.”

“Right, I also married you for George. I don’t know what I’d do without that chap in my life,” you teased, one of your hands finding it’s way into Fred’s hair, twirling at the strands that were starting to get long. Not as long as when you were in school together, but long enough that it covered his ears and often made you tuck a few strands behind his ear.

“You wound me,” he tried to pull away, but you held onto him enough that he couldn’t. Your strength was starting to come back, which was a massive improvement.

“I’m actually the wounded one,” you rebutted, your face finding it’s usual spot in the crook of his neck, his warmth encasing you like one of his hugs.

His arms wrapped around you, “You can’t be wounded anymore! I gave you so much love. That should have healed you.”

You giggled, placing a light kiss as the nape between his neck and shoulder, “Silly me. Your love has healed me, that’s very true.”

Fred might have had a certain reputation while the two of you were in school. But now, with your marriage only getting better by the day, you couldn’t help but see him as just one thing. As Fred. Your husband, your lover, and the man who would throw himself into a fire if it meant saving your life.

You lucked out more than you can even begin to express, and you would continue to be so for the remainder of your days.

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[sassyhobbits]

hi julia 💙 tinder au? i have just fallen in love with it

ok yall. here it is. the highly requested and long awaited tinder au. i probably have like 20 messages on my inbox rn asking for this.

anyway, here's day 3 for yall!! enjoy!!

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4

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Rowan Whitethorn was the mastermind behind his own misery.

He had been kicking himself for his stupidity for the past week, ever since that godsdamned wedding he had gone to with Aelin. The event had confirmed his suspicions: he liked Aelin Galathynius. A lot.

And it was his own fault that he hadn’t asked her out.

He had been the one to say that they should remain coworkers and nothing more. He had just been so shocked to see the woman he had matched with on Tinder at his place of employment he hadn’t really known what to do. So, he said something foolish.

For a while now, Rowan’s attraction towards Aelin had been growing. It had been easy to ignore at first, brushing it off and contributing it to the fact that she was a pretty woman. But, even in those months where Aelin had enraged him, she still managed to enthrall him. He thought about her smile far too often. About the dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose, the sound of her laugh, the smell of her perfume. Mostly, he thought about the dances that they had shared at that wedding. A small taste of what could have been if Rowan hadn’t been such a rutting idiot.

If he could take back that foolish decision, he would.

Now, his choice haunted him everyday. He would watch Aelin at work, see other men and women give her appreciative looks and flirty smiles, leaving Rowan in a constant state of morbid anticipation, waiting for the day she reciprocated some of that attention and he would be left behind.

Rowan lingered by the personal training desk, knowing he should be planning the workouts for his clients for the week, but his attention was pinned across the gym. Aelin was working today with a new client that he had never seen. He was in his mid-twenties, tall, blonde. Good looking, and obviously very smitten with his trainer. Rowan ground his jaw as the man sent a charming smile to Aelin. He wished her back wasn’t turned towards him so he could have seen how she responded.

“Keep on clenching your jaw like that and you’re going to break a tooth,” a feminine voice said teasingly.

Rowan tore his gaze away from Aelin, finding Lysandra leaning against the desk, ivory cheeks flushed pink from her own workout.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lysandra scoffed and rolled her eyes at the obvious lie. “You may be fooling yourself, Rowan Whitethorn, but you’re sure as hell not fooling me.”

Rowan pressed his lips together tightly, looking back at his clipboard and trying to ignore the woman beside him. However, that wasn’t suitable for Lysandra.

“If you ask her out she’ll say yes,” she said casually.

Rowan scoffed. “She seems perfectly happy with that pretty-boy over there.”

“She’s settling for that pretty boy over there because you aren’t giving her the attention she deserves.”

Rowan sighed and looked back at the woman beside him dryly. Her dark brows were narrowed, lips pinched in annoyance. It was clear she wasn’t happy with him.

“Listen, Rowan,” she continued, “I’m not going to tell you what to do. But I will tell you that if you don’t get your shit together and finally ask Aelin out, she’s going to move on. And you’re going to make yourself extra miserable.”

Rowan didn’t have a response for that, simply holding Lysandra’s gaze more a moment longer before she stomped away towards the locker rooms, leaving him alone at the desk.

Deep down, he knew that she was right. Just watching Aelin conversing and mildly flirting with another man was driving him crazy. He didn’t know how he’d feel if she actually returned one of her many admirers' sentiments. Pissed off, most likely, that he had missed his chance. And that he had no one to blame but himself.

That was likely the thing that had been holding him back for so long. Admitting that he had been wrong. Gods, there was nothing worse. Absolutely nothing.

Rowan didn’t want to admit that he was biding his time, but he was. Waiting for Aelin to be finished with her client so that he could make his move. And potentially suffer a thorough tongue-lashing from the object of his desire. He couldn’t imagine that she would find it amusing that he was coming crawling back after being the one to request the space between them in the first place.

After what felt like an eternity, Aelin and her client finally made their way off the gym floor. They stood not too far away from him, but with the music and the sound of others chatting, he couldn’t really hear what they were saying. He pretended he didn’t notice them, anyway.

Eventually, they said their goodbyes, the man sending Aelin one last flirty smile until he swaggered off in the direction of the locker rooms.

Luckily for him, Rowan didn’t even have to muster up the courage to go up to Aelin. She instead came over to him, leaning over the desk and grabbing her own clipboard. What pissed him off was that she barely even seemed to notice him.

“Hey,” she breathed casually, jotting something down.

“Hello, Galathynius.” Good gods, why did he sound so stiff?

He waited a few more heartbeats, hoping that she would strike up a conversation, but she was terribly focused on whatever it was that she was writing.

Rowan quickly grew tired of waiting.

“Are you going out with that guy?”

Aelin’s pen froze mid stroke, and Rowan’s instincts told him that he had said something wrong, and danger was lurking near. She looked up to him, a wicked tilt to her golden head.

“Would it be a problem if I was?” she drawled.

Rowan ground his jaw, refusing to back down at the fire in her eyes. “Don’t go out with him.”

Aelin blinked once before scoffing. She tossed her clipboard to the side, spreading in legs in what Rowan could only describe as a fighting stance and crossing her arms over her chest. “You cannot be serious right now.”

Rowan stood straighter. “I’m completely serious. Don’t go out with him.”

“You must be smoking something if you think you have any say over who I do or do not go out with.” She pointed a well-manicured finger at him. “Let me remind you that you were the one who said we should just be coworkers.”

“Believe me, I remember.”

“Then what changed your mind so suddenly? Huh?”

“You did, Aelin.”

For once, it didn’t seem that Aelin had a snappy response up her sleeve for this one. Rowan seized the rare moment of silence, taking a deep breath to steel himself before moving closer and continuing.

“Aelin… I really like you,” he began. “I have since we met. Before that, even. I had been so excited to meet you in person after talking that night and then you were here and you were my coworker and I… I reacted stupidly.”

Aelin’s lips were pressed together tightly, a sign that she wouldn’t interrupt until he said what he had to say.

“I was afraid of what might happen if something went wrong,” Rowan admitted. “If we went out and you realized you didn’t like me as much as I liked you, and I had to see you every day at work and be reminded of that. I was a coward because I didn’t want to face that particular torture. But… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And I know that if I never admitted it, I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

There were a few moments of painful silence as Aelin considered his words.

“So, what?” Aelin said. “You just expect me to jump into your arms now that you decided you were finally ready to grow a pair and ask me out? You think I was just going to wait for you?”

“No. I know you’d never wait for a man. I know that you’re strong and independent. I’d never expect that from you but…” Rowan reached out slowly, taking her hand into his and giving her fingers a firm squeeze. “I hope that you’ll be able to forgive my stupidity and let me take you out on a real date soon.”

For a few, too long heartbeats, Aelin stared down at where he held her hand. Rowan had never felt more nervous than he had in that moment. It was maddening.

But, she eventually tilted her head up, and her face had softened, a smile on those full lips of hers. She gave his hand a squeeze.

“Gods, I thought you would never ask.”

It was Rowan’s turn to smile, beaming at the woman before him. “So, that’s a yes?”

She nodded once. “It is. You can pick me up at eight tonight. I expect something nice, I want to dress up.”

“I look forward to it.”

Aelin laughed, a beautiful sound, before she closed the distance between them and brushed a soft kiss against his cheek, thoroughly stunning him as she slipped away, smiling at him the entire time.

“And don’t forget the flowers,” she called, striding across the gym. “Kingsflame are my favorite.”

“Noted.”

Aelin held his gaze for another wonderful moment before she turned, striding over to meet with a woman he recognized as one of her regular clients. Once he was sure she was no longer watching, he brushed his fingers over the spot where she had kissed him which still burned pleasantly.

He would make sure everything went perfectly tonight. There was no way in hell that he would mess it up and ruin his chance with this amazing woman. Aelin was unlike anyone he had ever met before.

He knew one thing for sure. Aelin Galathynius was the one for him.

[damselofblueroses]

The Name of The Rose

Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.

Chapter Summary: Kyungsoo takes you to a little noodle shop. Both of you were becoming aware of your own feelings, and during the dinner you were having some interesting conversations.

Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story was inspired by D.O.’s album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing… So, here we go.

Chapter Word Count: 6.7k

Chapter 2: The Hunter and the Goddess

You did not know how far Kyungsoo was planning to hold your hand like a treasure. You did not know if he was just enjoying the time then kick you out or he was going to change something between you, as holding hands or asking weird questions did not have a place in your relationship till now. What if he was planning something you never dare to think of? Maybe he’d encourage you to try new things since you were the one who telling that you were bored to death. What kind of new things was the first questions popped up in your mind, you knew Kyungsoo too well, that innocent school kid look was half true, he could put everyone in shame if he wanted to perform his charm and knowledge.

And you, unfortunately, knew that he was quite popular not only for his good-looking or his brain, but also some talents.

But you realized then that if he wanted to give you a demonstration, you would happily accept and let him to use those talents you really tried your best in order to keep yourself from questioning. If the man was Kyungsoo, you could be pathetically submissive and always eager to please him that you would do anything he wanted just to hear him telling you how good you were for him.

You exactly understood the assignment more than you asked for, the whole situation you were willingly putting yourself without an indicator was nothing but stupid, reckless, and risky to your mental and emotional health. There was a real threat ahead of you, if you were going to be over the moon and let yourself to dream the things you certainly could not reach, you would not overcome, and you were going to destroy your friendship with Kyungsoo.

Maybe that’s why you started to shake like stuck inside a blizzard. Kyungsoo sensed it, too. Maybe he thought it was very strange singe you were in the mid of fucking August and the weather was like a preparation room before entering to Hell, however he chose to keep his observation to himself, and he let your hand go.

You could scream.

God, you could scream so bad because of the loss of that bloody precious sensation.

Before you would say something, hell like you could do, he run his hand through your arm and drag you closer to his chest.

“It is about air conditioner.” he said, but in the blink of an eye all you could feel was the warmness, and how good his smell was. “And your little blue dress is literally little.”

His palm contacted your bare skin, the tip of his fingers were close to your neck, his touch was heavy, hot and it had you breathing a little bit faster than usual.

“Of course, my dress is little,” you attempted to save yourself from the misery. “I know it sounds impossible, but I am shorter even than you, Kyungsoo.”

“So funny you are.” the sudden look he gave you made your stomach flipped. “Sometimes I feel like I have to teach you not crossing my limits, I am a man after all.”

“What are you going to do?” you playfully whispered. “Bend me over your knees?”

“You have a point over there.” he was serious. “I would like to do.”

You hoped he did not mean it.

“I just say the truth.” you could not help but push him further. “Since when telling the truth is a sin? Cancel me if you want but sweet Jesus, Soo, you know you are smol.”

“Depends on which point you want to compare me with the other guys.” he claimed. “You never had a proper taste of me, darling girl, I am just a friend to you.”

Well, his comment hurt you, but you bit your tongue and quickly sealed a lid on the boiling heat inside of you. Your fingers rub at your forehead.

Proper taste of Kyungsoo, you thought, there was no beat of hesitation in your mind, you would willingly die for having a proper taste of him.

“Headache?” he asked and reached into his bag most probably he brought painkiller for you. Kyungsoo knew you to the bits, more than anyone else, he could read you like you were an open book to him. But this time, you wanted to keep it to yourself.

“No.” you nod. “How many destinations we have to arrive?”

“2 or 3. I am not sure,” he looked at around. “Most probably two. Are you hungry that much?”

“Yes, I am starving.” it was not a lie, you were really starving but not for food. Coming to Japan with Kyungsoo was a bad idea, you had never been unstable like this before. The invisible barrier between you and him made you mad. You knew that you were not one to unload the feelings onto someone, instead, you rarely bring them up, only when it was extremely unbearable for your heart. When you feel like explode. When you feel like suffocating. When the suffer become a load to carry.

To your dismay, you felt all of them right now.

“On your foot, soldier.” he carefully lowered his arm off your shoulder. “We came.”

“Okey.” you pull yourself to your feet and hurry to leave the bus. Kyungsoo pressed into the button, you step into the fresh air. “Now, to where?”

“This way.” he arched his brow and you two walked into the noodle restaurant in a quite silence. Your head was throbbing, heavier than usual with all those thoughts, hopes, secrets that you were keeping inside of you for a long time. You hardly realize that you reached to the place, but when Kyungsoo opened the door for you, you managed to save yourself from trouble.

The place smelled too good to be true. The smell of fresh noodles, side dishes made you dizzy, the cuteness of place as well itself.

Smol like Kyungsoo, you thought but you did not say this, you just looked for a table to sit. You turned to him, but he already found a place for you and held your fucking hand again. He did not think about his move, it was so obvious, he just did. Your heart was pondering while he headed to the corner of shop, more intimate with dim lights.

“We cannot be comfortable with those lights.” he pointed the roof out. “There are so bright for us. Is this table okey?”

“Yip yip.” you were disctracted by the pleasure of yummy smells. “I can feel the taste on my tongue even from these smells! Let’s sit!”

Kyungsoo chuckled to your enthusiasm, he knew that he’s being tormented by his inappropriate thoughts, but he could not stop thinking about you. Would you smile like this if he tells you how much he adores you for fucking years? Would you smile so gently like you smile when you see a blue rose or your smile was going to be fade like when you learned your grandfather passed away?

Kyungsoo shivered with the memory. It was the last thing he would want to recall, he wished to see you never ever like that. You could not smile for months.

But he could not prevent remembering your skin. So soft and so warm to the touch and your fucking lips, so plump, pink, pouty and always calling him to kiss you.

You looked so pretty today, it was not you were not pretty in general but today Kyungsoo felt like you were his, all his. There was no Baekhyun, no Chanyeol, no Jongdae which means peace to him because when you three came together, the only word could describe was cacophony, no one. He loved them more than any friends, but he secretly preferred having time just for you two. Just you and Kyungsoo. He could watch your excitement for a while, you were like a bird whose trying to decide where to set. He was waiting for the show you were going to put, when the waitress brought the menu, you brightly smiled to her and duck your head into it while unintentionally dancing.

Kyungsoo loved you more than he could tell for this. Being yourself in every situation.

You were bathed in the dim yellow light, and Kyungsoo clearly saw your upper half above the table. Navy blue cotton clung to your chest, tighter than Kyungsoo wished, that square cut-out revealed your pale skin and the blue necklace you wore was elegantly stayed above your collarbone. Kyungsoo could not define but your collarbone definitely doing something to him. He remembered that necklace with a blue, tiny rose, he gave it to you in your 23rd birthday.

He wished he could tell you that you were prettier even than blue roses.

Years passed out so quick, but Kyungsoo could not tell you how much he desired you during all those years.

He watched you, forgetting to blink. His gaze shifting over you, washing you with his admiration from head to toe. You were clueless, he knew that you were not aware of his feelings for you, but he was grateful for being able to absorb the extent of your beauty. Maybe you were not the prettiest girl of the town, for his eyes, you were the chef kiss for sure. He remembered he wanted to punch Chanyeol in the face for his comments when you got your pixie haircut, you were not looking like manly as he nonchalantly said, Kyungsoo never think he could find short hair as attractive but hell, he loved your new style. And your eyes, your goddam eyes, so big, outlined in carbon black liner that made your eyelids covered with a shimmery shadow.

You looked fucking gorgeous, and Kyungsoo was extremely vulnerable to your beauty. You gave him really hard times, literally and figuratively. And to his dismay, he fucking liked his bonds to you like he was an addicted.

“Have you decided on the orders?” Kyungsoo heard the waitress again and turned to her as he woke up from a dream. He realized he forgot to look at menu, before he could open it, you lifted your head and looked at him.

Damn you.

Damn your eyes.

Damn your lips.

“Did you?” you murmured. “I did.”

Kyungsoo could not get your lips out of his head, if he could, he would also decide what he was going to have. Godfuckingdamnit, he just wanted to drag you into his lap and kiss you fervently. Maybe you could understand how he has been feeling since fucking years if he would kiss you. He just wanted to ravage you like a starved man, and he fucking was.

“I want Inaniwa Udon.” you said as you were waiting for his reply. “And sake, if it is possible.”

Why not, he thought. As long as you were with him, he could allow you to drink as much as you wanted. Thinking you drinking without Kyungsoo gave him really heart attack, he knew you were not famous of having high alcohol tolerance.

“I will have Ramen Meat Tsukasa.” he smiled to the waitress. “Do you serve sake?”

“Yes, we do.” the waitress replied. She was very kind, and she was also smiling to your little dance figures. “Do you want two bottles, or one is enough?”

“I think one is enough for now.” Kyungsoo said this as a question to you, you hummed. “Maybe we will have another later.”

“Okey, I will bring your orders as soon as they are ready. Have a nice time.” the waitress made a little bow to both of you and rushed back to the kitchen.

“So, do you like the restaurant?” Kyungsoo asked to you. At his words, your smile widened, and the stars became visible in your eyes. Kyungsoo felt he started to melt inside.

“I love these tiny places.” you whispered sheepishly. “You know how much I love them, Kyungsoo.”

Yeah, Kyungsoo knew your preferences very well. What he did not know was the power your whisper has on him. It gave him electroshocks, he felt like a wriggling worm. He immediately fantasized on more intimate scenarios which you could whisper his name and God, he hated himself for that, but he could not stop. To be honest, even if it meant self-hatred, he did not want stop thinking about you. He loved to think about you far too much although he was perfectly aware of his mind wandering around extremely dangerous territory.

“For a second,” you stood up. “I have to use bathroom, excuse me.”

“Yeah.” that was his best shot since you started to walk because he did not see your back in this dress. His eyes followed you until you disappeared, drunk the sway of your hips. Kyungsoo’s opinion of your dress quickly changed, and he cursed Sehun under his breath, the cotton fabric wrapped your curves and gradually hugged your body till a hand above the knee, it multiplied your summer rose vibe.

He decided to steal that dress and set it on fire, fuck that dress, God, he hated it.

Kyungsoo wondered what was going to happen to him when you decided to go out with a guy. Not today, his mind reminded him but one day you were going to hang out with someone. Someone, but not him.

He squeezed his fingers just as he would strangle an invisible neck of unnamed enemy.

Actually, you went out for some dates in the past, but none of them worked for you. Kyungsoo vividly remembered how horrible those nights were for him till he could hear the story from you. To be honest, you were secretive about those dates, you did not give him details but he learned it did not work for you, it was enough.

Till now.

He did not want to admit it, but he was curious as fuck, why those dates did not work. What happened, why you were so adamant of not going out while you were extremely clever and pretty? Unfortunately, Kyungsoo was aware of not only your impacts on him but also on community. You were quite popular among the guys.

He was dying to learn the reason of your consecutive rejections, maybe it was about your taste of men. Maybe you were liking older guys, maybe you were liking younger ones, maybe you were preferring foreigners. Scenarios, choices, and possibilities were a lot, and Kyungsoo hated the truth to the bits, even though you had no idea how charming you were both physical and emotional, you could make a man falling love with you in the blink of an eye.

He hated it too much. He hated because he strongly believed that if you could think of him as a potential lover even for once, you would do something to make him fall for you.

You never try. You were always far from him, and he was already in enough pain because of the distance between you, even you were just beside of him.

“I am back!” your voice dragged him out of his dark thoughts. For a second, he thought he could beg you to tell him how you saw him as a man.

If you need a lover, let me know.

Kyungsoo wanted to tell this to you more than anything else, but he was a coward inside. He was afraid of losing you forever, he did not want to destroy the anything, if he could have you as a friend, as a study-buddy, he was okey. Not fine, but okey. At least he could be with you as his heart wanted.

“Food is not ready yet.” he choked out loudly enough to make your eyebrows knitted.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah, I am fine.” he nonchalantly answered. What could he say? Would he say he was thinking when you were going to have a boyfriend, how much he was going to be sad? Or could he tell you how much he wanted tear your dress off your body and worship you? “I am hungry.”

“I have a theory about the hunger of men.” you sat on your chair comfortably and pointed a finger to him. He wanted to catch that finger and kiss it. “For example, if you are hungry, you can be really scary. When Baekhyun or Chanyeol is hungry, they are grumpy. Is this something special to you, or is this a feature of men? We can be polite while we are waiting for food.”

“Do not go there.” Kyungsoo said lowly. “How much you know about men? Only me, our squad members, and your family. We can be also polite, and I am not fucking scary.”

“Sweetheart, I know men more than you believe.” you blinked mischievously, enough to startle him. “If a man is hungry, even the face expression transformed.”

“May I ask?” he started, but he could feel his hand beneath the table automatically turned into a fist. “How did you collect the information to support your weak theory?”

“By having dinners with them.” you grinned like a fucking Cheshire cat, and Kyungsoo hated to see also that. “You are not so different from each other, being so full of yourselves.”

You knew you were playing with fire.

You were trying to provoke him with your words. You were aware of Kyungsoo’s dislike of being compared with others.

Unconsciously you decided to make him mad at you in order to see if he had a feeling, even a little spot in his emotional radar, for you. If you could manage to annoy him that much, you knew he would talk. He would give hints at least, but he would do something.

You were more than okey even for a hint, you realized you were up to your hair, you were done with waiting for a sign. You realized your burned yourself out to the bitter end, you were done with waiting for him. You wanted nothing but him, you could say you did not and you would be lying your ass off if you did.

He stared at you as his expression was hard to decipher. He could be wanting to beat the shit out of you or thinking for an answer to shut your mouth for all eternity. Both of the options were possible.

“Your meals are ready.” the waitress came back with the gigantic bowls. “Enjoy, and bon appetite.”

“Thank you very much.” you bowed at her as she placed your meals onto table. As the smell attacked your nose, you rushed to pick your chopsticks. You had a sweet spot for Udon, but it did not mean you were not going to steal from Kyungsoo. You opened the water bottle, took a long sip, and turned to Kyungsoo to ask if he wanted water or not, and you fucking froze.

He was pouring sake for you just like the most important job he has been doing till now.

You were very fond of the level of attention; he was giving to everything he did. You could watch him forever, anything he did turned into art for you. God, if you could see your face right now, you would clearly understand how he affected you, your lips parted and your breathing was becoming heavier, holy shit, because he was pouring fucking sake!

“Can you stop staring at me like a freak?” he asked. You keel over in the chair, nearly shooting water out of your nose. Quickly, you swallowed and covered your mouth and averted your eyes while blushing like a schoolgirl but what made you blush was not being caught by him, you exactly saw that he was blushing while he scolded you. He was fucking blushed, you were %100 percentage of sure, his cheeks were turned into pinkish. “Here you go.”

Your hands were shaking a bit, but you managed to hold the cup.

“Thank you.” and you drunk it. You really needed something to cool you. “May I have the bottle?”

You knew Kyungsoo would make the process slower and to be honest, if he was going to take charge of sake, you would not nothing but staring at him like there was no tomorrow.

Tomorrow… You were feeling nervous about the future. You wanted to keep both of you at this moment. Just you and Kyungsoo. Together.

You shook your head just as you wanted to clean your mind from negative thoughts. The moment you had was the most important one and you did not want to destroy it by thinking about what was going to be happen. Kyungsoo was with you right now, even though you were not sure if you would last for the end of this trip.

He handed the bottle to you, you nested it close to yourself and poured another one. You drunk it too while Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow which you wholly ignored, then processed to eat your Udon. Flavour erupted on your tastebuds, and you started to eat like you did not have a meal in the last week.

“Holy shit.” you cursed when you gave a little break only to pour another one to yourself and Kyungsoo’s empty cup. “This is incredible.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Kyungsoo unwillingly laughed at you. “Please remember to breath, I do not want to be ended in the emergency.”

“You do not have to accompany me if the noodle stuck on my throat.” you drunk your third, allowed the liquid to slide down your throat and a warmth burned in your chest as it stayed there. You poured the fourth one. “My Japanese is better than yours.”

“Due to the speed of your consumption of sake,” he started with a fair point, you had to admit. “I am not sure if you can perform your Japanese skills. Instead, it looks like you will be bubbling in the end of this night, of course if you do not manage to kill yourself. Damn, take it easy.”

“No worries, I am a tough cookie.” you arched your brow, and your eyes fixed your Udon. “I will not be drunk.”

“What makes me worried,” his eyes continued to remain fixed on you. “Your unexpected fondness of sake. Do we have to order the second o-

“Yes.” you interrupted him. “Order.”

You knew that on the contrary what you said to him, you were going to be drunk. Hell, you wanted to be. A smile tugged up on your lips as you took another mouthful bite of your food. You wanted to be a drunk tonight and relax. Kyungsoo did not refuse your wish, he ordered another bottle while you were sending the fifth cup to your stomach.

“Now, tell me.” he jabbed. “How many dates you had till now?”

“Why are you asking this out of everything?” you asked with a sincere curiosity.

“I want to elaborate your theory, but before doing that, I have to collect information on the experimental group.”

“Ah.” you swallowed thickly. Hell, what it would be, damn Kyungsoo and his logic. “Well, I had three dates which you know. I had two more, which you did not know so the count is five.”

“Five.” he blinked. “Five men are not enough to hold a theory such includes everyone on this planet, and you were telling me we all same with a great confidence.”

“They were pretty same.” you turned your head away and poured another sake. You could feel that Kyungsoo was getting more tense after every cup you drunk, but you had zero fucks to give. “I was ended up with disappointment.”

“Why?” he caught you off guard. “You never tell me the whole story. What was wrong?”

They were not you, you thought in the safe silence in your mind but there was no enough amount of sake would make you tell this to him in the world. Maybe you start to feel a little bit dizzy but even if you would be on your knees, you would not confess the real reason.

“I do not know.” Yeah, there was not enough amount of sake would make you to confess, but the amount of sake which settled in the pit of your stomach made you more talkative about your affairs. Maybe it was about the need of showing Kyungsoo that you were a fucking girl, you could attract people also. “They were not made for me, I guess.”

“This is the result.” Kyungsoo furrowed his brows. His icy resolve frozen across his features. “I want to hear the story behind this result.”

Kyungsoo could not believe how he would let you to drink your seventh cup of sake and open the second one but in the deep of his heart, he knew the real reason. He wanted you to talk. God, he needed you to talk his ear off. He could die to learn what type of guy would attract you, and he could try to be that man.

“I am not sure how to explain that but,” you rapidly shook your head again. “It is all fucking disappointments for me. I do not know what they think about me, but when I go out with someone, I always ended up in home, calling Baekhyun or Chanyeol and we talked on why I felt like shit.”

Kyungsoo knew that getting you to talk always meant for extra efforts, he never pushed you. He never dragged you into the conversations you clearly did not have an intention to have.

Till now.

Providing you with company and asking nothing in return was not his best choice today. He was okey with asking nothing in return, he never expect anything in return for his company, but today he wanted to learn about your affairs.

“Could you decide?” he whispered. “I mean, why you felt like shit in your words?”

“Do you prefer more refined vocabulary?” you chuckled, and Kyungsoo understood that you had to be dizzy right now. You had two types of chuckles, and this one definitely a result of alcohol.

He did not prevent you from pouring the eighth one.

“No, speak as you want.” he did not let you go out of his palms. You were in his palms right now, he hooked you in his net, and this was going to be first and last he dragged you to a place you obviously did not want to engage.

However, he needed to learn. Just for once, he crossed all boundaries between you. All rules.

“Putting aside your quite vocabulary,” he pushed you to continue. “What was wrong?”

“Everything.” your eyes flitted up his face. Your gaze fuelled the excitement that already started to make its way in Kyungsoo’s lower stomach, an excitement that has been brewing since years as you have been lingering in front of him for an extremely long time.

“I cannot say that they were bad people, on the contrary, they were lovely.” This was not what Kyungsoo wished to hear, your words made his heart flipped, but not in a pleasurable way. “They were kind, nice, clever and to be honest good-looking. However, I did not feel anything towards them. I tried, Kyungsoo, I tried to do my best, but I am tired of ending up with same result. I did not find them attractive.”

You suddenly remembered the kiss of one of your dates gave you. You were not sure if you could call it as a kiss, Chanyeol and Baekhyun, those dorks, laughed at you their asses off when you told them that guy pressed his lips to yours and you immediately pushed him so strong, enough to made him lost his balance and fell on his butt.

“Were they,” Kyungsoo cleaned his throat.” Good companies? I am trying to understand why it cannot work for you.”

“No, they were.” you ponder, then a laugh fallen from your lips. “They really were, especially the last one. He was a good company even if he was a bit handsy.”

Kyungsoo’s chopsticks stuttered. You said it nonchalantly, you were dizzy as fuck, he could see that, but you said it to him as if it did not mean anything that the unnamed bastard invited his hands over your body, instead he should be on his fucking knees for you. His teeth shattered; he could feel his jaw was clenched with the thoughts he had to refuse for the sake of God.

“Being a little bit handsy does not sound a good company to me.” he said between his teeth. “Is that why you ended up feeling like shit? Did he force himself on you?”

If he did, God mercy on him because Kyungsoo was not going to. You were already drinking your tenth cup; he was sure he could learn that bastard’s name. He knew that right now, he was crossing your boundaries and taking advantage of your current hiatus, he was not better than that bastard, but he was not going to stop.

“No, he touched my inner thigh during the dinner.” you whispered. “Then he kissed me after the ride to my home he gave.”

“And?” Kyungsoo had to take a deep breathe and he poured sake for himself, even though he wanted to focus on you. “Did he ask at first place?”

“He did not.” Kyungsoo felt his heart was tightening in his chest because of anger. He wanted to find that fucking bastard and fuck the shit out of him. He already started seeing you in front of the door of your home, and that moron dragged you into his arms and kissed you without asking. Did they really think, this would be romantic or manly? This was sexual attack. Kyungsoo could not endure to imagine you while that moron run his fucking pawns over your face. Pulling you into a kiss if he could call that a kiss. His blood was boiling as he could not stand someone disappointed you, destroying your ideas and hardly built self-confidence. He hated to see that, he has been watching you since the first day you met, and he was fucking aware of your self-perceptions. He bit back a wave of curses, and he resisted the dire need to ask you this guy’s name and address in order to chop his head.

“He had to ask for your content.” he literally growled, enough to make the customers at near tables turned to look at you. You blinked.

“I pushed him.” you whispered. “And he fell on his butt.”

For a second, Kyungsoo did not understand what you said, but when he understood he could not help but laughed.

“I could kill someone to see that moment.” he mumbled. “I wish I could see.”

“It was not a good memory.” you admitted. “I really hated every moment of that memory. He was a good guy, but at the end, when he kissed me, I wanted to puke my stomach out.”

Kyungsoo lost the little trail of joy.

“He was not a good guy.” He literally growled.

Suddenly, the tension was transforming into something different. Your face was becoming too warm, and your blood pressure was rocketing into sky.

It was neither Udon not sake.

You raised your eyebrows as you looked at Kyungsoo as you wanted to ask what he meant, but you kept your question to yourself.

“Why did you not tell me?” he asked. “I knew you are not talkative about these, but you could talk with me at least when you had experienced a shitty guy like that filthy bastard.”

“Well, excuse me for being so clueless,” the filter between your tongue and brain stopped working at that moment, and you lost it. “But that was my first and last kiss, and I was shocked!”

Kyungsoo’s chin was dropped. He stared at you as becoming senseless to any other sound. He took a set of full seconds to actually register your words, then his eyes widen.

You were not aware of the weight of your confession. Your mind was foggy and you already lost yourself in Kyungsoo.

“What?”

This was the best shot of him.

“It was my first kiss.” the heat of your face became unbearable. “And it was unexpected, I did not give him my consent, I was definitely in shock.”

Kyungsoo listened to your words.

“Are you,” he heard his voice. “Are you a virgin?”

“Do not say it like a blasphemy.” you could not help but protested. He looked at you as he was having a heart attack.

He actually was.

He guessed that you were not experienced but a virgin.

Godfuckingdamnit, he did not expect to hear that.

“And that bastard destroyed your first kiss.” he could not prevent himself from punching his thigh. Harshly. He was really out of his mind due to anger, he knew that he could not be with you, but destroying an experience for you was equal crossing his limits. He noted finding that guy when you come back to your homes mentally. He did not know when, how or which way but he was going to find that scumbag and make him pay for his wrong deed.

You looked so vulnerable. How could that moron dare to destroy an important moment of your life?

“Yeah, he did.” you partially smiled, Kyungsoo could not believe you were smiling. Did you lose your shit? He was supposed to ask you why you were smiling like a freak; you lifted your eyes to his. “But talking with you made me happy.”

Kyungsoo hated himself too much.

He made you talked about a horrendous memory in order to learn about your preferences. He even let you drink one and half bottle of sake. He used the old excuse in the book however after learning this incident, he realized once again, you were his priority to take care of, to look after, you had to be happy, healthy, and successful. You had to live your heart as you wished, and Kyungsoo was sure as fuck he was going to do everything in his power for you to blossom.

You were his rose after all.

Every nerve in his body may steered him to you, attracted to you like a magnet, he could refrain his feelings. Even if you were not going to come to him, he was not going to push you never again. Never.

“Next time, tell me before a date.” he snorted. “It seems to me you are bad on choosing a man, that piece of shit did it all wrong.”

Your heart was pounded in your chest.

Did Kyungsoo just point the issue of asking for content or was there anything more he indicated?

If he said something was wrong, it meant he knew the true way of doing it, fixing and giving you a proper memory. He never talk if he did not know the right way.

“How?” you asked to him with your big-doe eyes. Kyungsoo startled for a second, then understood what you asked.

“What do you mean with how?” Kyungsoo stared at you. “He had to ask for consent first, obviously. If it is yes, a man can continue.”

“What if I would say yes?” you could not help. You could not stop. There was a frustrating fire in the pit of your stomach, made you uninterested to anything but Kyungsoo. Maybe you did not know many things but you were aware of only Kyungsoo could do something about it. You did care it anymore, you just wanted Kyungsoo to show you the right way.

“There is a progress.” Kyungsoo cursed himself for telling you this. “It depends on how much you wish to move, but basically there are three bases and before every step you are going to take, you have to ask your partner if she or he is still okey with the progress.”

“I see.” you nod.

Both of you started to think about each other in that progress. What would it be, how you react to each other after waiting since the first day you met. Both of you rejected to think about it, and both of you know that you were going to imagine it when you were going to be alone in the safety of your rooms.

“That’s why that scumbag did it all wrong. If you want someone to touch you, remember asking for consent is the most important rule.” Kyungsoo disgusted by the idea of someone touching you. Even thinking about him giving him headache, he was annoyed by the fact that you were going to choose someone, and you were learning the rules from Kyungsoo.

To choose someone.

He was mad. He was angry. God, he wanted to set something on fire.

“Is there any different rule?” you could not take your eyes off Kyungsoo.

“Many.” he was back to giving short answers.

“I want you to teach me.” you said without thinking.

“Ha?”

Kyungsoo was not sure if he could hear you correctly or not.

“You told me that guy did it all wrong.” You were not going back from here this time. You were fucking not. “I want you to teach me the right way.”

Kyungsoo was sure there was no capacity left his lungs to breathe. He kept looking at you, you waited his response patiently.

Was it you or sake?

You did not know. You did not care.

You just wanted to feel Kyungsoo. Helping you on the issue was only something he could do, by your -twisted by alcohol- logic, you persuaded yourself, if he put you in this situation, he had to help you getting out of it.

“How much you drink?” you heard Kyungsoo, but you were already decided what you were going to do. He was going to say yes. He had to say yes.

“I am not drunk, Soo.” you said. “I am sober as fuck. Teach me.”

Kyungsoo stared at you for a while, then he stood up and reached to your hand.

“Come.” he said. “We are going back to hotel.”

Kyungsoo felt like a hunter, he finally grabbed your hand, while he was paying for food, he did not let you go away from him. Instead, he pressed your body to his, you closed your eyes when your chest perfectly pressed on his toned forearm. You heavily breathed, Kyungsoo led you out of the restaurant. You immediately headed to the way back to the bus station, but he stopped you.

“We are going to take a cab.” Kyungsoo. “Faster.”

You could not help but laugh at his eagerness to be back. Your heart started to sing inside of your chest, for a magnificent moment you could almost make yourself believe that Kyungsoo wanted you as much as you wanted him. You wanted to devour him you did not know what made you bold at this level but you just wanted to drown in him. You knew that he was going to lecture you about what you had to do when you have a date, when you would be back at hotel, but you really hoped for at least he was going to give you a demonstration on kissing someone.

If he would not, you did not know you could overcome with that moment.

Kyungsoo was having an existential crisis. He was not sure if he understood you correctly, but he had to get you back to the hotel, he was sure of it since he really did not know until when he could control himself just like he did not want to rip that fucking dress off you and have you over and over.

At that moment, he saw a cab was coming to your direction and he turned to you.

He saw your eyes, shining by pure desire.

He lost his shit for the first time in seven years of your friendship.

He pulled you between his arms, his face was fucking close to you.

“It is okey, Kyungsoo.” you literally cooed.

He did not waste a minute and caressed your face.

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fireworks

kakashi hatake/fem!reader

word count: 2774 warnings: descriptions of violence, descriptions of blood, descriptions of killing, alcohol use author notes: i wanted to write something a little different than i usually would i kinda got a little tired of my wips lol

the first time i saw him, i was eight years old with a shy curiosity about the world. long story short, his shoulder collided with my own. he wasn’t watching where he was going and neither was i, the hard jolt gave me such a fright that i yelled at him to watch where he was going. i had too much pride to admit i was at fault, lost in a daydream once again. he shared my reaction and my sentiment. saying i should watch myself too with great annoyance in his tone. i scoffed, he huffed, we went our separate ways.

i had always heard his name but never connected the dots until i was much older but still not much wiser. he was a prodigy, i was painfully just above average. as a bright eyed genin, i was out in the world and only starting to understand the true meaning of the path i chose at the naive age of six. his squad was babysitting my own on a mission. his mentor stands next to mine and introduces us and my face sours immediately. unlike him i don’t have a mask to hide it. he avoids me for the whole mission but his teammates are nice.

his red eye was making waves around the world, he was a myth and enemies across the land waited in anticipation for the day to come where they could finally see it in the flesh. great gain had come with great loss, i’m sure he wishes the second hand eye was back with its original owner. i remember the first time i saw him lift up his headband and expose it to the world. the blood red eye and it’s black swirls, chills shoot down my spine like pins and needles. engaging with an enemy was pure violence, animalistic and messy yet he made it seem so graceful. 

the pines and the dark forest disappear before my eyes; now he stands on a wooden stage with his foe, dancing under a spotlight. every dodge and weave is smooth and flawless. his strikes felt as natural and as quick as a snake striking at its prey. i watch his performance with a disregard for my own safety and when the last of our enemies hit the dirt, i wait for him to bow. instead he shakes the blood off his kunai and the famous eye is tucked away under his headband. i think i fell in love with him that afternoon.

the girl who died, her name was rin and that one time her team babysat mine, she braided my hair by a campfire and said i had a pretty name. she didn't deserve to die. they whisper about him when he walks by, terrible nasty things. but i smile at him, wave to him when i see him and hope it makes him feel less alone in the world. he sees it and he averts his gaze without reply or acknowledgement. rejection makes my chest tighten, if only slightly. naturally i assume he doesn’t like me, maybe he doesn’t like anyone. 

i'm in a village with my squad for a mission, it’s small but the green tea in the wooden cup and the smell of rabbit stew on the stovetop makes me feel at home. the excited teenage boy asks me about the things i've seen. the only thing he knows is chopping wood and shearing sheep. he asks me about a rumour he’s heard by a traveller about the boy that conjures lightning in his hand, he asks me if i've seen it before in the flesh. i smile and nod and confirm that i have. he asks me to describe it. i don't know how to at first.

first, you hear the static snapping and popping and it captures your attention instantly. then the pale blue light grows bigger and bigger in his hand, it takes on a life of its own and i won’t lie and say that it doesn’t make my heart beat out of my chest but he tames it like a wild beast, he has complete control. if you stand off to the side, you can watch the show. lightning surrounds him but he is never burnt. he’s like a god when he strikes, i've never seen something so terrifying but beautiful. he's beautiful. but i don’t tell the teenage boy that and i dont tell him that sometimes the loud crackle of his chidori haunts me when im alone. 

when i'm a chunnin, i feel much older than i am. it's not due to the title of my rank but because i keep plunging my kunai into grown men’s hearts and have to pretend it doesn’t faze me to see blood squirting from punctured arteries. i don't see him around the village much anymore. he lives in the darkness, in the shadows but sometimes he comes out into the light. he's grown so much older and taller and i think he looks handsome in his gear. toned arms and biceps and that tattoo on his left upper arm, the one that tells the world where his loyalties lie. walking past him, i prepare to feel the chill of his icy demeanor but i say his name, wave and smile. the only one of his eyes that sees the world widens and the veins of his arms bulge at my greeting, i can’t see his hands because they’re stuffed in his pockets. he always looks away but this time, for the smallest of seconds, he nods in my direction and then he is gone.

when the nine tailed beast attacks the village, i am kept away from the battle in a forest with the rest of the ninja around my age. he’s there, standing by his friend who talks and talks. i like his friend, he always greets me with enthusiasm. i try to ignore the sounds of my village being destroyed and the screams of the unfortunate dying people as i am powerless to do anything. my eyes move on their own in his direction only to find he has the same idea. for a moment, air leaves my lungs and i nod politely before i look away. his eyes meet mine one, two, three times. that night my home was buried under a mountain of rock and rubble and he lost the last person that knew the true extent of the damage this world had inflicted on him. 

the elderly lady at the stall with the hair clips told me i've grown into a beautiful young lady and i blush at her comment and insist it isn’t so. she tells me i must have a lot of boys' attention and i buy the deep blue hair clip with the faux sapphire gem. it stands out in my dark hair. it's been a long time since my house was crushed and a long time since he’s sat in the dango store with his friends but here’s there when i walk by. the compliment has me on cloud nine and i'm glad he’s not alone anymore. i smile at the group, say ‘ hey guys ’ and wave. for a millisecond my eye catches his as i'm walking by and my mind plays tricks on me. i think i see his cheeks tinge red.

kurenai came up to me one summer's morning and asked if i was attending the festival. i told her i was but likely alone. maybe i wasn’t such a pretty girl, no fish ever nibbled on the hook of the fishing pole i cast into the waters. her boyfriend looked bored as we spoke and her crimson eyes smile when she brings up the boy with the silver hair’s name, pretending she doesn’t notice my breath hitch for the slightest of moments. ‘ you should ask him, he’s not going with anyone either ’ she tells me and then she drags her boyfriend away. i sit alone on the cliffs for an hour thinking it through, my knees up to my chin as i wonder why she would suggest such a thing. iwashi is pissed that i'm twenty minutes late to meet up with them.

his group joins up with mine hours later and i greet him as i always do. he stands off to the side and plays with his hands and every time i catch his eye he looks as if he wants to say something to me. they say love feels like butterflies but when my eyes meets his, those butterflies turn into angry bees. i want to say something to him too, ask him where his friend got the idea that i should ask him to go with me but the bees within me sting and their venom prevents me from opening my mouth. i avert my gaze and pretend to listen to genma when he talks about his favourite order of ramen. 

we all part ways but we’re together again within the hour and i'm waiting nervously at the spot kurenai told me to come back to. my yukata is the colour of lapis and white periwinkles decorate the sleeves and i wonder if i look plain compared to the girls around me dressed in passionate pinks, gentle purples, and bold reds. he doesn’t see me at first but i see him. his yukata is dark grey with light thin stripes and it compliments his bright silver hair wonderfully. it’s the first time i've seen his hair down and his long strands are wild and stick out all over the place, i think i fall in love with him all over again. hes alone and i don’t dare to approach but he finally sees me. he waves, i nod. he's so handsome that i can’t stand to look at him so i don’t.

it’s dark and explosions of many colours light up the sky. i'm so distracted by the loud boom echoing off the hills and the blue, red, white and green lights on a black landscape that i don’t notice he's standing right beside me watching it too. knuckles lightly brush against my own, my chest tightens at the sensation. it’s distracting enough that i tear my eyes away from the sky show. they’re as wide as a possum when i meet his gaze. he doesn’t say anything, he just stares for a moment before he looks back at the fireworks. it was an accident and i forgive and forget but then his fingers awkwardly hook around my own, clinging for dear life. i cannot look, i cannot think nor speak. i hold my breath and blink rapidly while i cling onto his fingers just as tightly. when the fireworks are finished, we consider each other in silence for a minute. his hand leaves mine and we part ways without a word.

every time i see him, i see fireworks and feel the ghost of his fingers wrap around my own. he acknowledges me and we’re rarely left alone around each other; when we are we do not speak of it. we lean against a railing side by side and watch our friends fool around. courageously i say to him that the weather is nice today and he nods in agreement before his friend calls him over. when he leaves my side, his knuckles brush past mine once more. i jump in surprise and tell myself it was another forgivable accident but then he glances back at me as he walks away and i can’t be too sure. 

i am frozen still in a shrub waiting for the enemy to pass by. the sound of my heartbeat in my ears is so loud but suddenly it is replaced with the familiar crackle of electricity that haunted my dreams for the longest of times. when i turn around i see a man gasping for life, holding on tightly to the kunai i imagined would have been plunged into the nape of my neck if it wasn’t for the ball of lightning sizzling away in his chest. the man’s body drops to the ground and i finally see him standing there in the man’s place, his lower arm is soaked with blood from the fatal strike. he takes my hand and helps me onto my feet. that famous red eye is hiding behind a porcelain hound mask and he asks me if i'm okay. i assure him i am and thank him, he nods his head in reply and walks away. i don’t mind that he’s left my hand stained with our enemy’s blood. 

when i am given the rank of jonin i am months away from being twenty. i’m not allowed to drink just yet but my older friends buy bottles of sake to share in the park and i accept the invitation without giving it much thought. it’s sweet on my tongue and goes down smoothly, the aftertaste reminds me of potatoes for some strange reason i can’t put my finger on. i drink and i drink until half a bottle is gone and my cheeks are red and i laugh too loudly at asuma’s lame jokes. the stars are beautiful tonight but they just look like streaks of light in my blurry vision. i lay in the grass, my head feels light and my stomach slightly churns. out of nowhere he is in my line of sight, standing over me with a touch of concern on the features that aren’t hidden away. he asks me if i'm okay and i say i'm just fine and i think to myself that i'm glad to see him. 

when he takes me home, he lectures his friends that i'm too young to get drunk and they reply that i'll be old enough in a couple of months and it doesn’t make that much of a difference. he doesn’t mind my drunken babbling and how my head leans on his shoulder as we walk slowly through the dimly lit streets. his grip around my waist is tight and i try not to say something foolish like the way he fights is a form of art or that i want him to hold my hand again. he drops me off at the door and leaves once i am inside safely. i pass out that night thinking of the ways i want to be his.

i am twenty one when he leaves the anbu and i see him on the streets alone. his nose is in a book and he doesn’t notice as i walk by. i fight the urge to turn around and ask him how he’s going, i’ll be late to meet up with my old squad to train if i do. later when i walk home, i stare off into the distance and think about making dinner and sharpening my collection of kunai when i collide with something hard. i jump out of fright at the impact, ready to snap when two hands land on my shoulders to secure me in place. we’re not kids anymore and he smiles at me and apologises even when i'm at fault. i ask him how he’s been and he says he’s been just fine. he walks me home and we talk about missions and his new role as a squad leader. on my doorstep he says he’ll see me around and then he is gone and i am left greedily wanting more of his time.

one day when we are standing alone he tells me he is in love with me. it is is out of the blue and i brush it off with laugher, telling him he couldn’t possibly be; he takes my hand in his and insists it’s true. he tells me that he has been since the moment i collided with him in the street when he was ten years old. that when the world was unkind to him, i provided enough kindness to keep him going, all in a smile and a greeting. it is everything i have wanted to hear and more. the angry swarm of bees are back and i am stung over and over again. he can tell that i'm paralysed so his lips fall gently onto mine and it allows me to say the things i cannot utter out loud. my eyes are closed and i can see the very same fireworks from the night our fingers touched. when he breaks away from me he says we should get out of here and wordlessly i agree. we walk in the streets of the village and i am unsure of the destination he has in mind. his fingers are wrapped around mine.

[yourlocalauthor]

What Comes Around Goes Around

Chapter Three: Suprise!

Pairing: Topper x OC (eventually?)

Warnings for this chapter: Just some good old fashion cussing, and a slightly scary scene with an older male so take that with a grain of salt.

Word count: 2k

A/N: so excited to be back to writing! get ready for the next chapter it’s going to be exciting <3

Jo drove back home, pissed she didn’t have her lemonade, pissed that her feet and sandals were all sticky, pissed Topper was such a fucking idiot, just pissed at the entire world. Worst of all Jess and Elle went for a day trip on the mainland, and Jo had no one to complain to. She pulled into her driveway, aggressively, just wanting to go lie on her bed and scream. Her mind came to halt as she slammed on her breaks, her face looking like she had just seen a ghost. She had barely put her car into park, before rushing out of it with the engine still running.

“JJ?” She yelled running to the blonde boy who had stood from his position on her front steps. She engulfed him in a hug, tears swelling in her eyes. JJ winced a bit at the hug, but soon his arms wrapped around her, returning the hug, a little tighter than he meant to. The two stood there for a minute just silent. Soon enough the hug came to an end, once Jo realized she was also angry at him. She quickly let go, shoving him.

“Where the fuck have you been? And what the hell happened to your face.” She said now noticing some fresh cuts and bruising. She took his face in her hands examining it, as he started to speak.

“I went out of town for a few weeks, couch surfed with some people on the mainland, and-” He hissed in pain when Jo touched his cheekbone pulling his face away from her. “Jesus Jo!”

“Sorry! Get inside I’ll clean you up and then you’re telling me everything.”

“Yes ma’am” He said, giving her a salute before opening her door. Jo flipped him, before walking back to her car and turning it off.

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“So, I was staying at this shady dudes place, and I think he was watching me sleep so I came back here and slept on some boats, until I accidentally overslept this morning and the cops came and took me to my dad. He was wasted when I got home, so wasted I guess he thought I was a intruder or something cause uh…” He made some punching motions, laughing awkwardly. Jo frowned as she closed up the medical box, and tossed the bloody cotton balls.

“That’s not funny,”

“It is a little,”

She shook her head, starting to bandage him up.

“Where are you staying now?”

“Not sure, probably couch surf some more and then figure it out from there.”

Jo frowned looking at him, she carefully held his face, examining his bruises.

“Absolutely not, you’re staying here. At least until we figure a more permanent solution. My mom wont mind, you just can’t fuck anyone on the couch.”

JJ looked at her trying to keep a straight face, but barely lasting a few seconds before smirking.

“You are a pain in my ass Jackson”

“Oh you love me” She said, rolling her eyes and shoving him again. He winced, reaching for his side. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I’ll get ya some ice.”

“Thanks.”

She walked over to her kitchen grabbing some ice and filling it in a baggie. “So, is there anything you need? Besides this.” She tossed it at him, before sitting down next to him.

“Actually, there is one thing. I left my backpack at my dads.”

“Oh that's fine let's go grab it right now,” Already popping up, and giving him a hand.

“Just one problem… I left it inside by the front door…”

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“No it’s fine, I’ll grab it fast in and out”

“I cannot believe you are doing this for me, I owe you big”

The two sat in Jo’s truck, parked right outside the Maybank house watching. With a deep sigh placing a hand on JJ shoulder.

“If I die, make sure my mom doesn’t find my weed.” And with that she let go and exited the car.

The Maybank house wasn’t much different from when she last saw it. Maybe a few more dead plants but that was it. She didn’t come here often, this only being her seventh or eighth time visiting. Jo took a deep breath, as she stood in front of the screen door. Carefully placing a hand on the handle she pulled it as quietly as possible before stepping onto the porch. She stepped forward, being as quiet as possible when she went to open the front door. Creak The door made a loud creaking noise, as it opened causing the brunette to flinch. ‘Shit.’ She paused, holding her breath as she waited for something to happen. Thankfully nothing did.

She opened the door further peering inside. Her eyes instantly landed on her target, as she stepped inside the old home. She snagged the bag, and almost made it out of the house when. ChackChack.

“Don’t move.”

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck, titty fucking shit mother fucker why the fuck did she even volunteer to do this.’

“I want you to turn around carefully, no sudden movements or I’ll shoot you dead. Ya hear me?”

Jo stayed silent not moving a muscle, fear polluting her body.

“I said did ya hear me?” He cocked his gun again, this time taking a step forward.

“Yes sir.” She said, turning around, now facing him.

“Ain't you that pretty girl JJ hangs with, what business do you have in this house?”

“Sir, your son just asked me to grab his bag, that's all.”

Luke let out a hearty chuckle, the sound filling the house with a haunting echo. “Is that so? Where is the fucker anyway? He too pussy to come in, he had to send in his bitch?”

Jo stood there, not sure what to do or say. This had to be the worst outcome possible from this situation, and it was just her luck she had to actually deal with it.

“Hey! Didn’t your mother teach you any fucking manners? When an adult asks you a question you answer, now where is he?”

“Sir I”

ChackChack

“I’d choose your next words very carefully missy.”

Ptooey

Before she even fully understood what she was doing, Jo spat right at his face and sprinted out the door. She heard him yelling after her, and gunshots firing at her feet, but she just kept running. She swung the car door open, throwing the bag at JJ who huffed in pain. She reversed out of the driveway as possible, and sped down the street. It was only when they were a few miles away did she pull off to the side to take a breather.

“Holy fucking shit.” JJ said, excitement filling his voice. “I have never seen you run that fast before, you came outta there like a cheetah or some shit. Woosh!” He said laughing, before opening his bag.

“Yeah, I know I was there.” She said, rolling her eyes, before relaxing in her seat. “I think my heart is about to explode.”

“The fuck you even do to piss him off?”

“Oh you mean besides breaking and entering into his house? I spat at him?”

“No fucking way,”

“Yes fucking way,”

“You are officially my new hero, we have to throw you a party.”

“What? JJ babes I really don’t need that.”

“Nope! Party in your honor, tonight!” He said nodding, with a determined smile.

“No way you can throw a part in under three hours.”

“Watch me Josephine,”

“Don’t call me that,”

“Josephine, Josephine, Josephi-”

“Do you want to walk home?”

“No ma’am,”

“The shut the fuck up,”

Jo, turned around starting her car up again, heading back home.

“I still don’t believe you’ll be able to do it.”

“Fuck you,”

“Love you,”

Soon the car went quiet, until JJ spoke up.

“So, uh have you heard anything from the Camerons?”

Jo shook her head, tapping her steering wheel.

“I heard they threw a funeral for Sarah, and I did see Rafe at a party a few days ago.”

“Wait what?”

“Jess and Elle managed to drag me to some Kook party and we ran into him, he was def tweaked out. But Topper managed to get us out in one piece.”

“Wait hold up, Topper?”

“Yeah he even offered to drive us home-”

“Well did he?”

“Did he what?”

“Drive you home!” The blonde said in an obvious tone.

“Yeah we were all too wasted-”

“I don’t bye it,”

“Ask Jess,”

“I plan on it.”

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Okay genuinely Jo thought JJ was joking around about the party. There hadn’t been one at the boneyard in weeks, everyone on the cut mourning the loss of John B. But now it was 7:23 and Jess was helping her pick something out.

“I swear to god Jo, you are not leaving this house in a bikini top”

“Jess it’s just a boneyard party-”

“That you’ll be the guest of honor at!”

“Jess babes it’s really not that big of a deal, I just won’t have to pay for my booze.”

Jess rolled her eyes, muttering something incoherently, as she sifted through the closet.

“Aha! Found it, here wear this.”

She tossed the brunette, some white really frilly shirt, causing Jo to frown.

“Absolutely not, here I’ll wear this.”

She pulled out a neon pink bikini, with a pair of black shorts. Jess shook her head, starting to put away the stuff on the bed.

“You are impossible Jo,”

“I know,” She said, smiling before walking over to the bathroom to go change.

“Are we meeting Elle there?” Jess yelled, changing into a pair of denim shorts and a white button up.

“Yeah, she has to wait until her mom gets home though.” Jo said walking back into the room.

“I’ll have to admit, you do look good.”

“Course I do.”

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The drive to the boneyard was weird, for some reason it just seemed like time was going as slow as possible. Not that Jo really cared, her expectations for the part were low. She wasn’t expecting many people to show up, let alone be in a cheery mood. She was actually shocked today, by how lively JJ was. She remembered how devastated he was before disappearing, barely able to crack a smile, and never laughed. But as she pulled up to the boneyard, all her expectations were blown away.

The beach was jam packed, she hadn’t seen this many people here in what felt forever. There was a huge bonfire going, and multiple lines by the kegs, and at the heart of it all, was JJ.

“Holy shit! Did JJ do all of this by himself?” Jess asked, clearly blown away.

“I guess so,” Jo replied, almost at a loss for words.

JJ spotted her truck, and came running. The two exited the car, just as he made his way over a huge grin on his face.

“Jo you made it!”

Before she could respond, Jess butt in, still mesmerized by the situation. “JJ babes, did you really organize this all by yourself?”

“Well mostly, I did have a little help.”

Out of nowhere, Kiara and Pope appeared with two smiles on their faces.

“Surprise,” They both said in unison, still smiling.

Jo ran over to them, engulfing them in a hug. “You guys this is amazing,”

“Well, y’know this party is for you Jo, but we’re also sending a message. We’re letting those figure eight assholes know we're back, and never leaving. Again,” Pope said with a surprising amount of anger in his voice. Jo was a little confused, but didn’t want to question it.

“Well, I guess we’re back bitches!”

The group cheered, before walking over to the beach all catching up, and for the first time in weeks, Jo had forgotten everything that happened. At that moment, she was just there with her friends like it was any regular summer party. Little did she know, that night was about to unravel a series of events she never would’ve seen coming.

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Derek Morgan x Reader

Request: You live in the small town where the team is called to a case and because it’s such a small town, there are no hotels and the team bunkers at your home, which leads to your parents finding out about you and Derek are dating. 

// Anon request:  Hi I was wondering if you could do a Derek Morgan x reader. Where the reader comes form a very small town where the team goes on a case (readers dad is the sheriff) Emphasis on the small town, there’s no hotels, so the team stays at readers childhood home. The readers parents find out that she’s dating Morgan and are mad (small town mind) and just kind of angsty for awhile because she vowed not to speak to her parents until they apologized.  ///

A/N: I don’t know if there was enough angst like you wanted, but I hope you like it! Thank you for requesting. :) xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural: (I’m only up to season 2 at the moment, so please don’t give requests with spoilers)***

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix): 

 John B Routledge 

JJ Maybank 

Rafe Cameron 

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNER (why is there so few gifs of derek morgan ugh) 

You and the BAU team were currently on the jet on your way to a case. Your hometown to be specific. You were surprised when JJ entered the briefing room about a case in your hometown. Your father, being the sheriff was the one who called the BAU to come in. You didn’t even know these things had been happening back home. As soon as the briefing was over, you called your father, wondering why he never told you and his answer was that he didn’t want to bother you out in that big city with your new fancy job. 

To say the least, your parents were upset you decided to move to Washington, D.C to pursue a career with the FBI. They’d expected you to stay in your small hometown, continuing with the family business. However, that was never your plan and as soon as you were 18, you gathered your things and headed for D.C. Knowing how they felt about you leaving for the big city and away from small town living, you didn’t tell them about your new love interest, Derek Morgan. You knew it would only fuel the fire. 

So, as you sat next to Derek on the jet you warned him. “I haven’t told my parents about us yet.” He looked up at you, surprised. His family knew all about you, you’d flew to Chicago with him multiple times to visit them and they’d welcomed you with open arms. “Why not? y/n we’ve been dating for over 6 months now.” 

Your attention goes to the case file in your hand, “I just haven’t.” You sigh and then turn your attention back to him, “They aren’t like your family, Derek… they wanted me to marry someone I went to high school with and stay in the same city the rest of my life, living and working just like they did. I went against their wishes and they’ve never really forgave me for it. So, to find out I met someone in the city, someone from Chicago and not from my little town, will throw them into a hissy fit.” 

Derek was a little upset you’d kept him a secret for this long, considering he told his mother about you the day he’d set eyes on you. He’d told her, “Momma, that’s the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He knew he couldn’t be upset with you though. Your family was different than his and it wasn’t your fault. He reaches over and takes your hand in his, “Then we’ll tell them when you’re ready. Okay?” 

You smile, grateful, “Thank you.” Leaning over you press a soft kiss to his lips before turning your attention back to the case file. Before the jet landed, you and Derek spoke to the team about your relationship, asking them to please not mention your relationship to your family and they agreed, no one would speak a word. Knowing it was a small town and there were no hotels nearby, your father offered the house when you spoke to him. The team would fit comfortably in your family’s large farmhouse and it would be no trouble.You and the team headed to your home first to drop off your things before heading out to the small station on main street. 

Your mother was all smiles as she greeted you all at the door, “Welcome! Welcome! Please come in.” 

“Hi, mama.” You say, dropping your bags and giving her a hug.

She squeezed you tight in return, “Been a while, sweet girl.” She pulls back, hands on your shoulders as she gives you a look over, “I see you’ve put on a little weight! And you’ve dyed your hair,” She flicks at your hair on your shoulder. There’s an awkward silence among the team as they send glances at each other. That was not the way they expected your mother to be. 

Derek was quick to your rescue, holding out his hand to your mother, “Derek Morgan, ma’am. Thank you for hosting us. Your home is beautiful.” He gives her his one and only smile. 

Your mother nods, shaking his hand, “It will be nice to have folks around. All my babies have flew the coop!”

 The rest of the team introduce themselves and then your mother shows everyone to their rooms. You were staying in your old room, which your mother never redecorated. Spencer and Derek were in one room, just across from yours, Rossi and Hotch in another and Emily and JJ in the one next to yours. Your mother headed back downstairs to continue her work in the garden, while everyone decided they’d change out of their nice slacks and into more comfortable attire for this small town.

Derek came up behind you as you stood at your bed, pulling out an outfit and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head rested on your shoulder, whispering, “The pink ponies are just adorable..”

You groan, your head falling back against his chest, hands on his forearms, “I mean, she didn’t even bother to change my room after I left.”

 Derek laughs in your ear, “You know, I’m right across the hall from you. I can sneak into your room tonight..” He presses a kiss on the spot under your ear, slowly swaying you side to side.

 You turn around to face him, his arms still wrapped around you, “Sounds tempting but... My dad sleeps light.” 

He nods, “Then we’ll just have to be quiet.” He whispers against your lips before kissing you.

 ~

 After a long day, Hotch ended the day early so you guys could get some good rest and get started early tomorrow morning. When you arrived back at your house, your mother already had the table set and food on the table. Everyone was starving at the sight, realizing none of you had time to have lunch today. 

“Looks great mama.” You say, taking a seat. Your eyes meet Derek’s and you pat the seat next to you. He takes the seat next to you, unfolding his napkin and putting it in his lap. Everyone else takes their seat at the table and begin fixing your plates. Your mom hands Derek green beans (obviously I don’t know if he likes them or not) and begins to put a spoonful on his plate before you stop her, “He doesn’t like green beans mama.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry.” She pulls her hand back and then hands you the bowl, “You guys must all be pretty close?” She asks as she takes her seat. 

“We see each other as family, Mrs. y/l/n.” Hotch says, “We’re all close, more family than co-workers.” 

She nods, “Well, that’s wonderful.” She can’t help but eye you and Derek throughout dinner. You thought you had been subtle but obviously not. Your mother saw the lingering glances and winks, even the hand holding under the table. She could not help but feel disgusted. You with a city boy and not someone you grew up around, someone she knew well. She didn’t want to make a scene at the dinner table, but as soon as everyone was finished, she pulled you and your father into the kitchen to help clean up. 

“You and that…. That man, Derrien? Is that his name?” Your mother begins. “His name is Derek. And what about me and him?” You ask, not realizing she’d seen everything. You place the dishes in the sink. 

“Derek. Whatever. Are you two together?” 

You slowly place the last plate in the sink, “Why would you ask that?” 

Your dad looks confused and looks at your mother before she quickly spits out, “I saw the glances at each other and the winks and not to mention the hand holding underneath my table!” 

“Oh mama, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” You sigh, turning around to face her.

 “Don’t you dare lie to me, young woman.” She tosses the towel on the counter before putting her hands on her hips. Your dad stands next to your mother, “Tell your mother the truth. Are you and that city boy dating?” 

Your face is red with anger, “that city boy’s name is Derek, daddy. What does it matter if he’s a city boy?” You snap, eyes narrowed at both.

“You watch that tone young lady.” He warns. 

“I cannot believe you!” Your mother huffs, shaking her head, “First you leave us high and dry for that big city and now you find you a big shot city boy?! There are plenty of eligible men in this town for you! One’s you’ve grown up with!” 

“That’s exactly why I don’t want to be with them! All of them are assholes, who don’t know how to treat a woman and think all women belong in the kitchen, waiting on them hand and foot. I didn’t want that life. I wanted my own life, not one you and daddy wanted me to have.” 

“Don’t you dare talk to your mother like that,” You father states, pointing a finger at you, as if you were a teenager. 

You shake your head, “I can’t believe you two. This is the exact reason I left this place the first chance I got. I’m not your little girl that you can control anymore. I am a grown ass woman. I’m happy. Derek makes me happy. Why can’t that be enough for you two?” Your eyes begin to fill with tears, “We’re solving this case and will be leaving as soon as we do. This will be the last time I come home. Not unless you two apologize and realize I’m a grown woman, not your little girl.” You then storm out of the kitchen and into the dining room, where the rest of the team sat. They’d heard the whole thing. You were humiliated that your boss and team members, including your boyfriend had heard everything. You quickly wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks, “I’m sorry you had to hear that.” and storm out of the room. 

Derek is quick to reach out for you from his seat at the table, “Y/n…” But you’d already zoomed passed him and out the door.

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 There was not any place to go, but you decided your old spot in the barn would be a fine place. You sat yourself on the haystack and begin sobbing. This was what you were afraid of. Your parents being jerks, as usual.

 ~

After you stormed out the door, Derek stood from his place at the table and was about to follow you out, when your parents entered the dining room. “My own family treats your daughter better than you. That is something you should be ashamed of.” He shakes his head and throws his napkin on the table before heading out after you.

 ~ 

He watches your shoulders shake with sobs as he walks up to you, “Baby girl…” His nickname he only called Penelope. Until you came along. You and Penelope were his girls. 

You wiped your eyes with your sleeves, “Derek..” 

He shakes his head, taking a seat next to you, “Don’t you dare apologize. I’m so proud of you.” His finger hooks under your chin to make you look at him, “You are strong and so independent. That’s what I love about you.” 

You sniffle, “I’m still going to apologize for my parents. They think there’s no other men out there except for the ones in this small town.” 

Derek shakes his head, “It’s okay.” His thumb wipes a stray tear, “You handled that situation very well. Hotch was impressed.” 

“I can’t wait to solve this case and go home.” You groan, laying your head on his shoulder. 

He kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back, “Me too, baby girl. But you know you shouldn’t leave your family like this.”

 “I am not forgiving them.” You say, pulling from his shoulder to look at him, “Not after what they said about you and how they’ve treated me.” 

He nods, “I understand that, but baby girl. I lost my dad and I know how it is to lose someone with unresolved issues. It eats at you like wildfire.”

 “Unless they apologize first, I am not forgiving them.” Your voice is stern and Derek knows, you’re stubborn. There’s no need to fight this. 

Finally, he sighs, “Okay. Well this hay is poking at my rear; can we please go in?” 

You laugh and nod, “yes we can.” 

~

 The next few days were filled with tension, at home and at the station. You didn’t speak a word to your mom or dad, ignoring them completely. They didn’t speak to you either. After 3 long days the case was solved, and it was time to go home. 

Derek followed you down the stairs, y’all’s bags in his hands. Your parents were standing at the door, bidding goodbye to the team. You gave a small nod, before walking out the door. 

“Wait, y/n?”  Your mother stops you on the porch.

 “I’ll be in the car.” Derek says, beginning to walk passed you, but your mom stops him as well. Your dad steps beside your mother, hand on her lower back, “I believe we owe both of you apologies.” 

You glance at Derek then at them, “Okay.” 

Your mother nods, “We should have never been so strict on you… and expected you to follow in our footsteps. It was wrong of us to put that on you.”

 “It was. You made my life a living hell.” 

Your mother sadly nods, “I know that now. I’m so very sorry. We both are.” She glances at your father who holds his hand out to Derek, “I can see the happiness you bring my daughter. Seeing you two the few days in the station working the case and here at home, there’s a brightness in my daughter I haven’t seen before.”

 Derek gives him a firm handshake, “Your daughter makes me the happiest guy in the world. Even on our worst days.”

 Your father nods, “That’s all me and her mother could have hoped for.”  Your mother puts her hand on your arm, “Please come back and visit? We sure miss you..” 

“Maybe you guys come visit me this time?” You ask. Your mother sighs and nods, “Fine.” She engulfs you in a hug, “I love you sweetie. And I am sorry again.”

 “I love you too.” You pull away from her hug and hug your dad.

 “I’m very proud of your work, darling. You picked the right career.” Your father smiles, “Proud of both of y’alls work.” He says looking at Derek. 

“Well.. we better get going. We have a jet to catch.” You say pulling away from them. You two bid goodbye and head to the SUV where the rest of the team waits.

 ~

 Sitting next to Derek on the jet’s couch, you motion to his bookbag in his lap that he was going through. 

“What?” He asks. 

You motion again to the bookbag, “Move.”

 “Oh,” he chuckles, moving it from his lap and putting the small pillow on his lap, “Come here.” He holds his arm out for you and you lay your head in his lap. His hands immediately go to your hair and begin massaging your scalp.

You hum and close your eyes, “I love you, Derek Morgan.” 

“I love you, too.” 

[honeypirate]

Unfinished Letter

My personal headcanon for Kunikida is when he wants to understand his feelings he writes them down and just writes with his flow of thoughts.

Anyway I know I didn’t write this as well as I could but I had to get the idea out so I could stop thinking about it so hard lol

Kunikida x Reader

~These excerpts were taken from the last page of his notebook. ~

In a quickly written scratch above the meticulous writing it says “My love is yours alone”

I fell in love with your laugh. The sound floating down to me on the breeze one day when walking back to work. I stopped yelling at Dazai and had to turn, to find where that beautiful sound was coming from.

I fell in love with your eyes. I watched in horror that day when Dazai walked up to you. What was he doing? What gave him the right? I tried to stop him but I was unsuccessful. “My friend thinks you’re pretty” Daizai had said. He never ceases to be the bane of existence. (Don’t tell him, but I’m glad he approached you that day)

Your laugh, again, captivated me. Light, sweet, bringing an angelic kind of peace to my soul. My heart beat raced as your beautiful eyes met mine, glowing and such a deep color, I felt like I could fall into them forever.

“Is that so?” You had asked, a grin on your soft pink lips, a look that is forever ingrained in my memory.

I find that I cannot lie to you even if i wanted. Something about looking into your eyes compels me to tell you anything you may ask. “Yes” I had said “although I would have been more respectful about telling that to you” Your hand touched my shoulder and I felt a jolt in my heart “I’m flattered” you had said. You are so kind and gentle, your fingernails were shining with a new paint job and when you dropped your hand I felt you take a piece of my heart with you.

You gave me your name, y/n l/n, a name I am positive the angels gave you themselves. After you gave me your number I stared at those few symbols on the phone screen, desperate to call you the moment we parted but I waited, and it was torture.

From that moment on it felt like my world had expanded, opening up more doors in my soul than I thought possible.

You alone are the one that holds the keys to my soul.

I fell in love with your kindness and generosity, the way you give without being asked, willingly, happily. You seem to practically shine with goodness and light and it reaches the very depths and corners of my soul. I went from darkness and strict order to having light fill my cup to the brim, chasing away every shadow.

You surprised me when you developed an easy friendship with Dazai. Easily adding to his antics and energy just for your amusement, even offering up some creative ideas for his suicide mission. Sometimes I find it hard to be annoyed with him anymore, your unique perspective of him chasing it away.

I’m currently looking at you from my desk, watching as you are desperately trying to convince him that dying because you laughed yourself to death was the way to go because then you’d die with a smile in that warmth that laughter brings.

That’s the way I would like to go, laughing and beyond happy with you at my side.

(Thank you by the way for bringing lunch today, it was amazing. It made me realize that you remember the little things about me, my favorite pen, the hair products I use, my favorite meal… another reason I fell in love with you.)

The way you always seem to remember every conversation we have or everything I mention in passing, making it obvious how special I am to you. Making sure to regularly ask me about the books I’m reading or asking about Mom every once in a while. You even went to visit her in the hospital with me and now she calls you every Sunday to chat.

That means more to me than you’ll ever know.

Your thread of life is tangled and woven through every aspect of mine, every day it becomes harder to distinguish the difference between our fates. I am almost positive it is because our fate is the same.

From that first day you just fit so perfectly in my life it’s hard for me to remember my life without you. You’re not a real member of the agency but you’re helping behind the scenes so often no one ever thinks about the technicalities, even I don’t think about that specific technicality anymore (mostly)

Everywhere I find space where I’m lacking, you fill the gaps without me having to ask or without truly considering it. Seeming to be the easiest decision you’ve made, to offer your help or show up when I need you. I am convinced that you are my guardian angel.

I fell hard in love with your personality. You are always on top of things. Organized, disciplined, strong but you also radiate goofy energy and you genuinely care for everyone you meet. What a rare quality to possess, I really admire that about you.

I can see your insecurities, I notice the places you feel like you lack, I need you to know that I will do my best to fill your gaps as you fill mine. I will use my strength to build you up as you have built me up. I will strive to replace your shadows with light as you have for me.

There is one problem though

You do not know I feel this way

I must confess to you how I feel, soon. This seems to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do outside of work. I thought writing it down would be the way to go but I know when I look in your eyes tonight at dinner, I will know what to say. Thank you, thank you, for going out with me tonight.

Dazai is being a pain now so I have to end this note

-K

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S5 Ep6: Joey Wheeler is on Fire, Yet Again

Came down with a little sickness-not the biggie, just a little sly guy. But I took some meds, I’m a little floaty, I’ve only been listening to baroque music all morning for some reason? And I hate baroque music usually? But I’ll leave it to bro to tell me if this is fluid enough.

Just so you know, these caps were kind of a hot mess for a while and some of them read like that Garfield in of hot eat the food comic until...today. So pls don’t judge me, Judge my damn DMV where no one was following Covid regulations because I’m pretty sure that’s where I got this damn cold.

We start off with Roland getting more attention than he ever has in his entire life. Like honestly, I don’t know what Roland’s job really is...but he’s got a very diverse set of very useless skills. One of which, is knowing how to announce sports games that aren’t really a sport, while those games he’s announcing slowly fall into chaos.

Anyway, Roland’s taking so long cherishing his sweet time before everything goes to hell, that he’s boring Joey, who’s kinda turned into a ball of stress in the waiting room.

A lot of this episode is us watching them watching Joey having a break down moment by moment, TBH.

(read more under the cut)

Yugi telling Joey to study his cards and straight up--what?

Like at this point they know what’s on the cards, right? Like there comes a point where even Yugioh cards have a finite amount of words and I’m just going to assume that like...Joey probably knows them all in his own deck, right?

(bro note: they have no limit on what they will put on a card)

Then again, maybe Yugi doesn’t know what “study” means?

Also, appreciate how some artist crosshatched the hell on Joey’s nose there and I zoomed out and ruined it.

Now for some reason every duelist is hanging out in the duel lodge, including our current arch-villain guy who’s brought a book. I want to know what book this guy even reads so no one could suspect he’s actually a hacker who uses computers. He’s reading romance, right? And I don’t think he’d even be into Twilight, I think he’s straight up into hard core Mom romance like a lame ass Nicholas Sparks over there reading “Dear John” for the millionth time because he is completely un-phased by anything else happening in this room.

Joey, our hero, just out there being an asshole for no reason.

After Tea is pushed into a locker or something screaming about her need for female friends (which she screamed in earshot of Rebecca again, who I figured was on friends terms with her after last episode...but I guess not) Leon hops up to remind us that we should be caring about the fact that his character exists.

And like, I love Leon’s hair color--that’s a good choice, and legit that is the color I tried to dye my hair at the beginning of the epidemic (it didn’t work PS, my hair cannot take dye for the life of it) but also like...he just kinda feels like a weak Rebecca as far as characters go. He’s young, he’s good at cards...I think he goes to a private school? That’s all I can think of about Leon.

He mostly just reminds us that the big prize of this tourney is to duel Yugi, who anyone could have dueled at any point even without the tournament.

On the way out of the...duel room? lounge? Area? Joey decides to like...make peace with Zigfried, and I gotta tell you, I kinda have to side with Zigfried, because Joey spent the last ten minutes being a freak in the dressing room/lounge/bathroom and at one point looked like he was going to hold the entire locker room in a stranglehold.

I would also want some space from Joey Wheeler, is what I’m saying.

After insulting Joey’s style (which honestly, Joey...has a style? He pops his collar, that’s his entire style.) Zigfried assures us that Joey’s gonna lose and like...

...probably, right? Just looking at the plausible direction this season will go.

Anyway, Joey is such a mess (which is the theme of the episode, that Joey needs to learn to chill in order to win at card games) that Rebecca is like “I understand if all of you leave me to go help our poor baby Joey.” And no one felt bad for her.

Mokuba comes over to tell everyone all of the Kaiba family secrets because Mokuba has no filter.

Seto has devoted himself to staring at a computer screen for the rest of this episode. I guess he’ll put their names into Google, realize that social media hasn’t been invented yet, and then just lie his head down on the desk and take a power nap until the tournament is over. Much like I did after taking Dayquil this afternoon.

I like how Seto dressed for success and then locked himself in the server room for most of this arc so far. Maybe he’s just...really tired, I dunno. I don’t really blame the guy, he’s had a hard time.

And then Yugi was like “DAMN IT MOKUBA, JUST ONCE CAN YOU NOT INVITE THE ILLUMINATI???”

And we had a weird scene where Yugi just started talking to the ghost and it was while he was talking to everyone else, and the show didn’t treat it like that’s a weird thing to do...but it was a weird thing to do.

This show does that sometimes, where I guess they imply that Yugi’s Pharaoh conversations are split second conversations but...they’re not, right?

Also this chick ain’t gone yet, and Mokuba is just failing at his entire job for not zeroing in on vibes coming off this chick like stinky cheeseman.

So listen.

Did the Kaibas make like 3 types of Blue Eyes Caboose to one up Noah? Because Noah made one choo choo dragon, and then Mokuba and Seto were like “how dare” and then made sure that everyone ride every single version of the blue eyes caboose just to see how proud of them they were.

How many months of troubleshooting was the train? Like how long in development did Seto and Mokuba spend on these? A lot right? Like most of the time?

I did not check the subs to see if Roland said Jumping or Champion but I like to believe that Roland thought it was a cool new name he gave him.

Then these guys all showed up.

Hey so...can we talk seating arrangements?

Tea decided not to sit next to Yugi after complaining about not spending time with him for like how many episodes? Or was it too awkward to sit on top of what was probably Pharaoh?

Or did Mokuba go like “please, Tea, I cannot sit next to the others because I’m pretty sure one is a mole that is about to go cray” and was Tea like “Good, I need female friends, these ones are driving me crazy!” and then was Mokuba like peering desperately over the edge of his self made dragon train prison realizing he has to listen to Tea complain about boys for the rest of his ride across molten lava?

Headcanons abound about this weird seating arrangement that the animators drew for the reasons they did...but reasons I cannot fully understand. That and the Dayquil is making me overfixate on random stuff.

And also, Tea is kind of the Kaiba’s security’s understudy. Just there to always protect Mokuba with her ass because she’s the strongest woman alive.

PS I missed the tumblr wars because at the time I was trying to like...run a proper business on blogger. When Blogger died and I jumped over here it was like a weird ruin where everyone was like “tumblr is the most toxic place alive” and...I’ve had a really nice time here, actually. Completely missed that civil war period and I have no regrets.

Now I was there for the Petz wars (warz, I guess) where people were very militant about Petz abuse (abuze?) where apparently people were using the spray bottle on their catz too much and people were very, very upset about it to the point that they were like campaigning about it on their angelfire websites with the most bizarre grassroots campaigns that I still recall, to this day because they were like...well they looked like this:

PLAPA. Not only am I 100% positive that only this one guy ever called this movement PLAPA, but I’m 100% positive that not only are Catz not real people, but also this wasn’t actually happening and we never had any proof that it was. Either way, if people knew or suspected that you hadn’t deleted the spray bottle from your game (which at the time I had no idea how to do because I was a wee child) they would basically assume you were on a one way road to being a mass murderer in real life.

In real life we were 7 years old so like...thanks?

But that’s the closest I got to toxicity and at the time I was too young to make an email account and actually converse with these people. I was just there to download their Petz hexes, and I already made a post about how wonderful and incredible Petz Hexing was.

And y’all, I heard, just now after a little deep dive into the Petz Abuse debacle (which yes, is on the wiki), that apparently, like gardening, Petz Hexing came back in a big way during the epidemic--and I have found an active Petz forum in this the year 2021. The only problem is that I no longer remember how to use old timey forums...and I think I’m locked out of seeing most of these threads (and like this forum is so old I think I have to send them a letter in the physical mail to apply). But, I’m pretty sure they’re hosting a picture contest for who’s dogz poses the best. And I’m pretty sure someone created a hexxed Pickle Rick. Or it’s a photoshop that was made to look like a hexxed Pickle Rick.

Dammit why did it have to be Pickle Rick? That’s not worth re-installing Petz and getting it to run on Windows 10...

Guys is this the Dayquil? Is this really happening? I feel like I’m losing my mind for so many reasons...

Anyway, speaking about useless hexing it’s about time that our villain did something that was actually dangerous, so Zigfried decided to install a new virus that does more than turn off the lights. (it still turns off lights)

the Spreadsheet Virus!

Confounded by the spreadsheet software, it...um...it does this:

Straight up how does Excel make a volcano erupt? Is that why I have to pay for Microsoft office now?

All this because Joey made fun of Zigfried’s naturally pink hair? Which is the most normal hair on this series outside of like...Tristan?

Hey guys...Joey’s fine, right? Like how many times has Joey been on fire? And once in an iron cage next to like...a Fire Golem?

Joey’s fine.

MAN I miss Fire Golem. He had a good mug.

And then we just kinda watch chaos go across the park, chaos that includes: Too many ghosts in the haunted mansion (which honestly--you’ll get your money’s worth, sounds great!), the Ferris wheel goes kinda fast and thus might accidentally be fun, the lights turn off at some concert stage that only had 2 people on it (so it might just be motion detector lights and not even a virus), and um...literal fire and magma are going to set Joey Wheeler on fire.

Just...one of these events does not seem like the others. In fact most of these things sound like good improvements to the park and they should just hire Zigfried at this point.

Roland puts down his microphone and jogs across the stage, about a mile through the audience bleachers, and into the staff lounge, to go and bother Seto Kaiba, who is in a room that has a hi-def classical painting copy-pasted on the wall and I can’t look away from it.

I almost did a Google search on this painting but then thought better about it. There’s like...a billion classical paintings that look exactly like this, and they wouldn’t use like a Monet, they would have to do something that’s harder to catch to avoid copyright issues (because yes, even old ass paintings have copyright issues, but no one tell NFT’s which are going to be so freakin screwed and was such a bad idea, that I can’t even start).

Anyway, I have no idea who it is and it is legitimately driving me up a wall, but I’m on too much meds to do the effort of putting it in a reverse google image search.

Plus, a reverse google image search would only pull up Seto Kaiba.

So Kaiba takes us on a little flashback to his weird ass past, a weird ass past that just...doesn’t follow any of the established timelines, but I assume was shortly after adoption but before Seto got into a phase where he wore his school outfit everywhere and tried to shove his MMO off onto his Dad as a business model.

Seto is like 8 for some reason. I don’t know why, they kinda drew him younger this season anyway, like maybe they got a lot of fan mail and realized “Hey I think we made the 16 yo boy too sexy?” And they just toned Seto the hell down. That, and it’s a different animation team, and maybe they looked at Seto’s character design and were like “we don’t get paid enough to draw this well.” So...since Seto actually looks like a teen again, I guess his 12 year old self has to look like he’s in Elementary school.

Also, I only recognized this, because at some point in S3 as I was roasting Noah Kaiba’s weird fashion:

I remember distinctly roasting that little bow tie. I don’t remember when I wrote it, I think there was a version of this outfit that was in color...but I don’t remember where.

Anyway, it’s not the same jacket...but man that’s kind of awkward, ya? Like the maid who dressed Mokuba deffo got fired?

He um.

Turned the lights off a little bit.

Guys this villain is like...

...why does he think lights are scary? Like look at little Seto here. The boy is already bored. Seto duels on the edges of cliffs...he doesn’t care about the freakin dark.

We had a guy who killed everyone on the planet last season, and this season we have a little fashion gremlin standing in the corner and flicking the light switch going  “wooooo you never catch me!” and it’s like...

...I’m starting to think this guy isn’t a witch.

Like we’re at Episode 6, there’s still time for this guy to be a witch...but I really am starting to think this guy is just...straight up not a witch. It’s everything Seto wanted, a rival who isn’t a freakin magic person...and sets Joey only fake on fire instead literally on fire like last time...

and Seto is just completely unhinged by it.

Anyway, I’m off to go drink a bowl of soup and pass out. If you’re new here, this is a link to read these in chrono order.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

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Blended Family

Word Count: 3,676 Demetri x OC - Part Eight Warnings: Fluff  There are 2 little time skips in this part to help move the story along.

It took time for Felix, Alec and Jane to get used to Ellie walking around the elite guard floor of the castle, having gotten used to her crawling around. It also surprised them how quickly her speech developed considering her age. “What you doing?” Ellie asked Jane “I’m reading” She replied “Why?” “I have some time off from guard duty and I like to read” Jane responded. “Awec, what you doing?” Ellie asked “Drawing” Alec answered with a smile “What you drawing?” “The castle” He replied “Why?” Alec chuckled “You’re full of questions aren’t you little one?” Alec asked and Ellie nodded and smiled.

“Her speech is coming along quickly isn’t it?” Jane asked Sophie “I think it helps being around Nico. According to the baby book, children’s speech comes along quicker if they have ‘older’ siblings” Sophie explains “I did say I’d teach her to talk once you moved in mummy” Nico added “Yes, yes you did sweetie” Sophie nodded smiling “It’s better now because Ellie can tell us what she wants, what she likes and what she doesn’t” Nico added “It also means that she asks a lot of questions” Demetri said as he entered the room hearing Ellie asking Jane and Alec question after question. “Daddy” Ellie called out, her eyes lighting up and she ran to Demetri, who picked her up “Where you been?” She asked and he smiled but shook his head a little “The correct way to ask is ‘where have you been?’” Demetri replied softly “I said that daddy” She replied smiling “You missed out the word ‘have’ princess” She nodded and thought for a moment “Where have you been?” Ellie asked, making sure she said ‘have’ “I have been on guard duty in the throne room” He replied “Why?” “That’s part of my job princess” “What’s a job?” “A job is something I do to earn money so I can look after you, Nico and mummy and buy you all nice things” “Like my dollhouse?” “Exactly” “Missed you daddy” “Ahh I missed you too” He kissed her cheek. “Love you daddy” She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck “Love you too” He kissed her head. “I think Demi talking to her like she’s a little grown-up probably helps too Jane” Sophie told her smiling and Jane nodded.    

Time Skip – Ellie at 3 years old

Ellie was sitting beside Demetri on the sofa watching a movie when she suddenly climbed on his lap and placed her little hands on his cheeks, looking into his ruby red eyes “Daddy, why are your eyes red?” He placed his hands on her cheeks, looking back at her and replied “Ellie, why are your eyes green?” “Na-uh” She shook her head “I asked first daddy” Nico chuckled and turned to watch his dad and sister have a mini stare off. “Ok, my eyes are red because that’s the colour they were when I was born” He replied, his answer not a complete lie as his eyes have been red since he was reborn as a vampire. Nico smiled at his dad’s answer and watched Ellie’s reaction, she leaned closer and smiled “You have pretty eyes daddy” Nico laughed so hard he nearly fell off the chair “What’s so funny sweetie?” Sophie asks as she enters the room “El-Ellie th-thinks dad-daddy has pr-pretty eyes” He says between giggles, Ellie looks between her dad and her brother “What’s so funny?” “Nothing princess, Nico’s just being silly” Demetri growls low, Nico shakes his head “I love you Ellie” He says once he stops laughing “Wait till I tell Uncle Felix” “Nico” Demetri growls “Oh Demi, come on. Ellie’s right you do have pretty eyes” Sophie says smiling, giving him a playful wink, he growls again but flashes Sophie a smile “You have beautiful eyes mi amore.” “My eyes are green like mummy’s” Ellie said answering his earlier question “Yes, they are and they too are beautiful” He kisses her forehead as her cheeks blush pink “I think Nico’s blue eyes are pretty too” Sophie said as she sat down beside him “Thanks mummy” His cheeks blush pink too.

The following afternoon Sophie had gone shopping with Heidi and Corin, leaving the children with Demetri, although Felix ‘borrowed’ Nico for a game of Mario Kart. Demetri was getting ready for guard duty later that evening, Ellie watching him and asking questions. “Daddy why are your hands so cold?” “They just are, no reason” He replied, Ellie shook her head and stood up on the sofa “Bend down please” He did as she asked and he felt her warm hand against his forehead, he watched her closely almost seeing little brain trying work it out. She lifted his shirt up and placed her warm hand on his stomach “Daddy, you’re cold all over and I know why” She said “Ok, why am I always cold?” He asked curious at what her little brain had come up with “You’re poorly and need looking after. Come on” She carefully climbed off the sofa and took his hand in hers, walking out of the closet, him allowing her to ‘pull’ him along, an amused smile on his face. She led him over to the bed “Get in please” She pointed to the bed “Ellie…” He started and she shook her head “No buts daddy. You’re not well and need to stay in bed” She told him and he smiled at her, remembering what Sophie had told Nico the previous week when he felt unwell. He climbed into bed and pulled the duvet over him “I’ll be right back” She walked to the doorway and called out “Uncle Felix, I need you” Demetri heard Felix’s footsteps as he called back “How can I help?” “Daddy’s not well and cannot go to his job today…” “Ellie…” “No daddy. I’m looking after you as mummy’s not here” She said looking back at him, Felix had a huge grin on his face “What’s wrong with daddy?” He asked “He’s cold all over, I think he caught a chill like Nico did last week” Felix smiled at his friend before looking down at Ellie “Ok, what can I do to help daddy get better?” He asked, Demetri growled at him but he ignored it “Please can you light the fireplace and can you please ask Gianna to fill my hot water bottle?” “Of course, I can little one” He watched as Ellie ran into her room to get the hot water bottle and lit the fire “Felix…” “No D, you rest up and I’ll let the Kings know you won’t be reporting to duty under Ellie’s orders” He chuckled “You’re loving this” Demetri replied “You decided she was too young to know the truth…pretty eyes” Felix smirked “When I get hold of you…” He didn’t finish the sentence as Ellie re-entered the room with her hot water bottle, complete with a teddy bear cover.

Ten minutes later Felix returned with the hot water bottle and handed it to Ellie, who was now sitting beside Demetri under the duvet with a selection of her storybooks. “Thank you, Uncle Felix” “Anything for you…and daddy” He handed her a blanket off the back of the sofa “In case daddy needs this too. He needs to stay warm after all” Demetri growled at him “Daddy, be nice, he’s helping me” Felix smiled and headed for the door “If you need me call me” Felix returned to his room and told Nico all about Demetri being unwell and that he was on bedrest under Ellie’s orders “He should just tell her the truth” Nico said “Yes, he should but you got to admit, this is pretty funny though” Nico nodded in agreement.

Marcus decided to go to Demetri’s room to check on him as he was the only one that had stopped laughing enough to do so. Aro and Caius finding it hilarious that Demetri was taking a ‘sick’ day when vampires can’t get sick “Ellie doesn’t know what we are and that we can’t get sick. She is imitating Sophie��s actions from last week with Nico” Marcus said once he had stopped laughing “Well, we best be careful not to get too close to Ellie or she’ll have us on bedrest too” Caius mused “Sweet little human” Aro added before laughing again, remembering the image he saw in Felix’s head of Demetri wrapped up in bed with a teddy bear hot water bottle.

Marcus knocked on the door gently and pushed it open “May I come in?” “Of course, grandpa” He smiled at her before whispering “How’s daddy?” Ellie looked down at a ‘sleeping’ Demetri, he had closed his eyes and pretended to sleep after Ellie told him a nap may help him feel better. “He’s still a little cold but he’s having a nap” She turned back to look at Marcus, who smiled at her “You’re doing a very good job of looking after him whilst mummy is out” “Thank you grandpa” She replied proudly. Demetri smiled too, both proud and amused by Ellie’s actions.

Sophie arrived back at the castle with Heidi and Corin and was filled in on the afternoon’s activities by Felix and Nico. Sophie was laughing, tears filling her eyes “Let me get this straight, my three-year-old daughter thinks her daddy is poorly and made him take a ‘sick’ day” Felix nodded, a wide grin on his face “And he is currently wrapped up in bed with blankets and her teddy bear hot water bottle” She added, clearly amused “The best bit though mummy, has to be that she made him take a nap” Nico chuckled, tears falling down his cheeks “I love that little human” Heidi added as she re-entered Felix’s room “I just managed to snap a picture of a ‘sleeping’ Demetri with the hot water bottle” She passed her phone around, laughter filling the room. “Priceless. Please send me a copy of that picture” Felix said grinning “Me too please Heidi” Sophie added. Demetri could hear everything from Felix’s room as they shared a wall and couldn’t believe how funny Sophie found his situation.

“Come on you two, bedtime” Sophie called out to Ellie and Nico “But I’m looking after daddy” “I know and you’ve done a great job hunny, but you need to go to bed. I’ll look after him now” Sophie replied. Ellie kissed Demetri’s cheek “Goodnight daddy” “Goodnight princess” “Ok mummy but remember…no cuddling daddy or you’ll get sick too” Ellie told her as they left the room “Night daddy” “Night buddy.” Felix’s booming laughter could be heard from his room, him finding it funny that Ellie told Sophie she can’t cuddle her mate, the way she told Ellie the previous week that she couldn’t cuddle Nico. “I’m going to kill you Fe” Demetri threatened through the wall “Maybe…once you’re better” He replied.

The Kings decided it was probably time to tell Ellie about them as she was noticing more differences between herself and the other occupants of the castle, all of whom knew about Ellie taking care of a poorly Demetri, thanks to Felix. Some of the guards teased him for it, others found her actions sweet and told him how much of a credit she was to him and Sophie. “Demetri, we are giving you permission to tell Ellie about us. How much you tell her is up to you” Aro told him “You trust a three-year-old to keep our secret?” He asked “Yes, we do. Ellie lives here with us and has no one to tell our secret to” Caius added, Demetri noted the amused glint in his eyes “So how are you feeling, better I hope?” “Caius!” Athenodora chided gently “Sorry love, couldn’t resist” He replied smiling “I’m feeling much better, master. Thank you for asking” Demetri told him playing along, light laughter filling the throne room. 

Sophie decided to show Ellie and Nico Hotel Transylvania movie trilogy before she and Demetri sat Ellie down and explained that Nico was a hybrid and that he would age quicker than her and Demetri and the other castle occupants were vampires. Ellie and Nico enjoyed the films and resulted in some interesting questions for Demetri from Ellie. “Ellie there is something you need to know me” Demetri said softly “What’s that daddy?” “There is a reason I am always cold and have red eyes…I am a vampire” He replied and waited for her response, she thought for a moment before asking “Like Dracula, in the film?” She pointed to the movie “Yes, just like Dracula” He replied and Ellie’s eyes lit up “You can turn into a bat” “No, princess I cannot turn into a bat” He replied and she pouted “Oh” Sophie and Nico chuckled “She looks disappointed that daddy cannot turn into a bat” Nico said. “I can do other things though that humans can’t” Demetri told her “Like what?” Curiosity clearly shown on her face “I can move really fast and have quick reflexes” He answered “Can you show me?” Demetri smiled and ran around the room in a blur, Ellie looked confused so he did it again “Wow” She breathed, he picked her up and put her on the bed and stepped back a little “Jump and I’ll catch you” She did as he told her and squealed excitedly when he caught her with ease. “What else can you do daddy?” “Daddy sparkles in the sun” Nico added smiling “Really? Show me, please” She asked pointing to the balcony. Demetri nodded and made his way to the balcony and stepped outside, the sun making his skin sparkle. “Mummy, mummy look at daddy” She called out over his shoulder, grinning “I know hunny” Sophie replied smiling. “Daddy when do I get to become a vampire?” She asked, excitement clear in her voice “When you’re older” He told her “Promise?” “I promise princess” He replied and kissed her cheek. 

Once back inside Demetri sat her down and explained that he will turn Sophie into a vampire within a year or two and explained about Nico. “Nico is a hybrid…” “What does that mean?” She asked cutting him off “It means he’s half-human / half-vampire and he ages quicker than you” He replied and Ellie pouted “That’s not fair. Why am I not a hybrid?” “Because you’re special Ellie. You’re human and get to become a full vampire when you’re grown up” Nico replies wrapping his arm around her, Demetri and Sophie nod and smile at them both. Demetri doesn’t mention that he drinks human blood to survive as he doesn’t want to scare her.

The three Kings advise the castle that Ellie is aware that they are vampires but is unaware of their diet and it is to stay that way until Demetri tells her otherwise.

Time Skip – Ellie at 4 years old

Ellie had been spending time with Caius and Athenodora one afternoon and caught Caius by surprise when she asked “Where do you send vampires when they’ve been naughty?” He looks at her for moment before replying “We send them to the dung…” “There is a room on the lower level of the castle where the naughty vampires go” Athenodora cut him off before he could finish the word dungeon “Remember she’s a child love” She said low enough for only Caius to hear, who nodded and smiled at his wife and Ellie “You have a room just for timeouts?” Ellie asked “Yes, sweetie” Athenodora replied. 

A few days later Ellie wondered into the throne room and made her way over to the kings who were sitting at a table on the left side of the room “What are you doing?” She asks “I’m reading a favourite book of mine” Marcus replies with a smile “I am writing up a list for an upcoming trial” Aro says looking down at her “What’s a trial?” Aro thought for a moment on how to answer that question. “A trial is meeting of…naughty vampires that need to be dealt with” Caius tells her just as Demetri and the twins enter the room for their shift “Ellie?” Demetri asks surprised to see his daughter in the throne room “Hi Daddy” She calls out with a big smile “What are you doing in here princess?” He asked a little worried “Talking to Grandpa Marcus and Uncle Aro and Uncle Caius” She replied from Caius’ lap “It’s ok Demetri she can stay in here for a while” Aro assured him with a smile “Thank you master” Demetri smiled and bowed his head.

“Aro what happens at a meeting with naughty vampires?” Demetri’s attention immediately goes to Ellie and Aro “Well Ellie we find out what they did wrong and then we punish them” Aro replies softly “What does punish mean?” Ellie questioned “Well, how would Mummy and Daddy deal with you and Nico fighting over stuff?” Caius asks “We don’t fight very often but if or when we do Mummy says ‘if you two can’t share it, then neither of you can have it’ then she takes away the object and puts us in a timeout” She replies “Well we do the same with the naughty vampires” Aro tells her “You mean you send them to the timeout room on the lower level of the castle?” Ellie asks and Aro and Marcus look confused “Sometimes, other times they are dealt with in a harsher way” Caius replied and Ellie went to ask another question but Caius interjected “I’ll explain when you’re older” Ellie nods and Demetri relaxes a little.

Demetri carries Ellie back to her room and find Sophie and Nico playing cards “How was bring your daughter to work day Dem?” “I didn’t take her with me amore, she found her own way there and was talking to the Kings when I arrived on duty” Demetri replies and Ellie nods “Daddy’s right Mummy, he was surprised to see me in there” “Well, Daddy didn’t bring you back here though did he?” “Uncle Aro said I could stay” Ellie replies “I think they like her company” Demetri adds, Nico chuckles “They like the fact she asks questions mummy. They like her curiosity” He says looking at Sophie.

A few days later Ellie puts two of the guards in a timeout, something the kings find rather amusing and Caius encourages her “Ellie has been learning that bad behaviour has consequences which is why she is here with us watching how we deal with you” He smiles at her and lifts her onto his lap. “We heard you two arguing from the other end of the castle, what are you arguing over?” Aro asked “A book” Leon replied low and Ellie slid off Caius’ lap “If you two can’t share it, then neither of you can have it. So, hand it over” Ellie says looking at Matt and Leon and holds out her little hands to them. Demetri cannot help smiling at his little girl telling off the lower guards “You need a timeout, go to the room on the lower level” Ellie said looking at Leon who looked a little shocked at being ‘told off’ by a four-year-old “The room on the lower floor?” He mouths looking at the Kings “Dungeon” Aro mouths back and Leon’s face pales “F-For how long?” He asks “The remainder of the day” Caius answers.  

Afton came crashing thought the throne room doors and landed at the bottom of the stairs, a lower guard entered growling at him “What’s the meaning of this?” Caius asks loudly “This…creep was spying on me and my mate during an…intimate moment, thinking his ‘shield’ would protect him” The lower guard replies, the Kings faces held a look of disgust “Afton” Aro said holding out his hand, after a few moments he shook his head “What shall we do with you?” He asked low “I think he should spend time in the naughty corner” Ellie offered and pointed to the dark corner on the far side of the room “How long shall we leave him there Ellie?” Caius asks her, with a grin “What’s the time?” “Two-thirty pm” Caius replies “He should stand in the corner until my bedtime, which is eight pm.” Caius looked at Afton, a scowl clearly shown on his face “You heard Ellie. Go to the naughty corner and stay there until eight pm” “But she’s…” “She’s what?” Caius growled “A human child…a stupid…” Demetri growled from the back of the room “You upset my daddy, big mistake” She practically sung the words and smiled at him sweetly. ‘She learnt that smile from Aro’ Felix thought as he watched the scene unfold. “This child outranks you Afton” Caius sneered at him “H-How?” “I am a King and she is my niece, therefore she is the castle’s Princess” Caius added and nodded his head at Ellie “You will show her some respect or else” “Or else what?” Afton said pushing his luck “Or we’ll have your head” Ellie said growling at him, Demetri’s jaw dropped at hearing his daughter threaten to have Afton beheaded whilst the Kings smiled proudly at her ‘Sophie’s gonna kill me’ Demetri thought to himself. Afton snarled at her “Uncle Felix” Ellie sang the words and he flashed beside Afton “Ellie” He nodded smiling at her, finding the situation amusing “If he leaves the naughty corner before six am tomorrow morning, remove his head” “Ellie” Aro said looking down at her “Please” Ellie added smiling, Aro shook his head smiling. “You extended his time in the naughty corner” Marcus commented “He was rude to Caius and I so I thought he should stay there till morning” She replied “I’m so proud” Caius smiled, pretending to wipe a tear.

“Did you ever think teaching your human daughter right from wrong would have such…interesting consequences for us vampires?” Santiago asked low “Nope” Demetri replied “I’m glad Nico isn’t here though, could you imagine both of them handing out timeouts?” Felix added “Yea, they’d be hardly anyone left on duty” Alec chuckled.

[sayonaramidnight]

Not much time passed since their joint exploration of Tam-Tara Deepcroft, but to Arianna it felt like eternity. And like a moment, at the same time. Too long. Too short. Perhaps time was playing tricks on her, or perhaps it was all in her head.

Watching her sister make miracles with that grimoire of hers was indeed astonishing - through her time away from Eorzea, Seawalker had turned into an actual adventurer who could predict her opponents' moves and always be one step ahead of them. Good for her, sure. But everything that had happened later... Arianna only heard stories. Rumours about the Lord of the Inferno risen from the flames to answer the prayers of his worshippers. She had not been there, not seen the woman called Helvi Seawalker slay the alleged god of Amal'jaa, so when they had reunited, all she could do was look closely at the new godslayer in search for any proof. Any sign. Any change.

She had found no such thing.

Except... When asked about adventuring, Seawalker had given her a confused look. "There are more than one way to make people's lives better," she'd said, "Why should I stick to one, if I can do more?"

On what 'more' was, she had not elaborated.

-

Today, though, was almost like old times. The two spent a lovely morning at the household of Swiftfingers' parents, exchanging gossip over the plate of almond cream delicious croissants - albeit Master Zezemuchi's tale about Arianna's involvement with the Sunsilk Tapestries might have been a tad embellished. And even though the third sister wasn't there anymore, in a way she still was - in spirit and fond memories - so the Thanalan Tinies could reunite one more time...

And somewhere along the way from the Steps of Nald to the Sapphire Avenue, it got so easy to believe Seawalker had never left. She stormed the market, ransacking the jewellery and metallurgy stalls for high quality materials and chatting with the merchants about the craftwork she had seen overseas. It was fun - and relieving - to see her that happy and giddy about her old trade.

It was no fun, though, to see her go completely broke.

"You know, it wouldn't do you any harm if you haggled a little," Arianna shook her head, "Those people ain't dependent solely on you and won't get famished if you don't overpay them".

But the Roegadyn didn't take her words to heart, deeply convinced the merchants of Ul'dah deserve all her gil. She approached Arianna with a wide grin and a different earring in each hand. "Truly, you are an Immortal Flame," she said fondly, "Bright. Undying. We need to think of a fine set of jewellery that would fit your uniform".

"We need, you say as if you're going to consider my opinion," the Duskwight snorted, "Good to see you back in your element, though. Now that you've rejoined the Goldsmiths' Guild, are you planning to stay in Ul'dah? Or go back to Mist, so your aunt can keep her eyes on you?"

"Neither my aunt, nor the glorious sea can keep me far from my Rinoire and the memories of Zezelyn," her sister laughed and spread her arms, as if she wanted to embrace the whole city, "Not that I haven't got any other options since the Grand Companies invited me to join them, so if I ever change my mind, I-"

Right. That was the other thing Arianna heard about recently. Not a rumour, but a true story confirmed by General Aldynn himself. If it wasn't for the reverence she had for him, he would have been given a piece of her mind and not in a kind way.

"Bloody hells, Seawalker, don't tell me you're considering it. You're no soldier." There was no ill will in these words, just the truth - not because she lacked the required skills, but because she did things in her own pace, which did not go well with taking orders. Not to mention her calling was making things, rather than killing people.

"I know, I know. Which is why I kindly told them to sod off".

"No, you didn't".

"No, I didn't. I gave them my thanks and expressed my concern it would spread discord between them," Seawalker kept smiling playfully, as she continued investigating the jewels and metals in a truly scientific manner.

"Nice try, but they ain't gonna stop asking," Arianna followed her, still concerned, "Unless the Scions claim exclusive rights for you".

"They haven't yet, but it is another good reason to stay in Ul'dah. In case they're in need of me, I won't be far".

"In need of you to do what?" the lancer clenched her fists, ready to defend her sister from the selfsame people who had sent her after Ifrit, "Craft a set of rings or slay another god?"

"Gods cannot be slain so easily. Not for good," the Roegadyn shrugged, giving a vibe of someone who knows everything about the topic, "And we- they suspect that other beast tribes might follow, that someone's been steering them from the shadow-"

"Rhalgr take them and all their suspicions," Arianna could not help but growl, already fed up with this conversation and unable to argue with that consummate do-gooder, "Why did it have to be you?!"

"And why did you stand at Carteneau?"

One question, one simple question made Arianna stifle a gasp. "That wasn't- That-" she stumbled and gritted her teeth. That was just another war, she was meaning to say, with no supernatural factors involved. But she could not utter a lie. There was Dalamud, after all. There was that bloody primal dragon.

Still, she could not contain a surge of anger. Who were they - those Scions or Archons, or whatever they called themselves - to bug her sister about problems too big for her and order her around? What if they were the ones who would turn her into a soldier? And right after her return to Eorzea, before she could even settle down?

"The thing is, I had a choice," she said finally and that was it, that was the whole point of her concern, "Did you?"

"How could I choose to turn my back on them?" the Roegadyn cried out, her voice both sad and irritated. Perhaps mostly sad. "Rinoire, you should see what a primal can do to people - not only to their worshippers, but to anyone around. Those people are... changed. Their minds, twisted forever... There's no way to reverse it, but there's a way to resist it I'm capable of".

"And you ain't the only one, right? Are they looking for more 'venturers with the sixth sense like yours? Or will they just- I don't know, turn you into a one-woman army and say that's enough?!"

The look Seawalker gave her was rueful but determined. The look of someone who cannot stand being useless and tries desperately to change it. As if she didn't know how much good she can to for the world without throwing herself into fight.

She leaned to whisper into Arianna's ear. "Let me tell you a secret," her voice was soft and gentle, easy to soothe anyone's anger. Perhaps even tame a primal.

But it could not fool Flame Sergeant Noirterel, who knew that precious, incorrigible woman all too well. "Oh yeah? Shoot".

"The stall behind you has some fine Nagxian silk".

"WHAT?!" Every concerned thought vanished from the Duskwight's head in an instant, when she turned around and rushed up to the stall in question, to get all the silk she could afford at the moment. On behalf of the Weavers' Guild, obviously; she would not buy any fabrics without showing them the bill.

-

"That- that wasn't fair," she said after what felt like a year, glaring at one overjoyed goldsmith, who was carrying two large bags of some suspicious stuff that might have been meant for crafting. She laughed triumphantly and said nothing.

"What are all those materials for? Got that many commissions already?" Arianna asked, intent on giving up on the previous conversation. That was not a topic for a shopping day, not when it could be deflected and forgotten way too easily.

"No, no, don't worry, no one's commissioned me yet," Seawalker said absent-mindedly, "With these, I'm going to craft fine gifts. A magic staff, maybe. A set of knuckles. Goggles that don't cover half of one's pretty face," she went on, completely preoccupied, "Perhaps a gemmed paperweight for Minfilia..."

Ah, those people again. Lovely. Perhaps she did not get along with them as well as she tried to show, if she wanted to bribe them with gifts.

"Finding the right design for Y'shtola is going to be the hardest task," she heaved a somewhat exaggerated sigh, "Something that complements her beauty and doesn't look too showy..."

Arianna sighed too, utterly defeated. "Just pick whatever and set it in a ring. It won't distract you from her face if it's on her finger."

"So it would seem like a bonding proposal? Perish the thought, I would not dare!" Seawalker shook her head, rocking back and forth on heels, "But you, dear sister! Jewellery for you will be no problem, as soon as I get the perfect gemstones I've got in mind!"

"If you say pink tourmalines, I swear I'll-"

"What? Why would I?" this time Seawalker seemed genuinely confused, "I was thinking star sapphires or maybe diamonds."

"The less expensive one. Or else you'll be broke in no time."

The Roegadyn pouted, clearly discontented with the companionship of an ignoramus who does not understand true art. However, her mood changed in a blink, when a new thought popped into her scattered mind.

"It sure would be nice to find some eyes of lightning, though," she flashed an impish grin, "They look almost pink in the right light, so if you wish-"

"No!"

[babyillua]

when the stars align

pairing: kageyama x reader

genre: fluff, humor-ish, soulmate au

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language and panties!

disclaimer: you cannot steal, repost or translate my work.

juno: aaah! i love tobio with all my heart of course my first work would be for him <3 and a soulmate au on that.

summary: kageyama never believed in the concept of soulmates. rather, he had a more pessimistic outlook on it. even if the people around him found theirs, he probably clinged onto the 0.01% chance of not having one, because he’d rather not get disappointed by hoping for one. but what happens when he realizes he can’t keep his thoughts out of his head, and can’t shut up the moment he sees you? i guess soulmates don’t work all the same do they?

(‘∀’●)♡

Kageyama breathes in and out, stabling his breath. Bouncing the ball on the court as he waits for the whistle to be blown by his coach. ‘If I make it in, we win. And then it won’t be my treat to dinner after the ice skating range later.’ he says to himself with a nod. The whistle blows, and he makes a swift motion, serving the ball. 

His teammates cheer, he got the ball in as their last point, and they’ve won the match. It was a three on three. Kageyama, Daichi and Tanaka. While the other team consisted of Tsukishima, Hinata and Asahi. “Yeah! Heck yeah! Great job Kageyama! Didn’t expect less from ya!” Tanaka says. Kageyama nods at him in reply and sighs satisfyingly. 

Today, they decided to do something fun as a team and Sugawara suggested Ice Skating. Kageyama was a pretty good skater, learned a little as a child, and had many talents for it. He would’ve considered training till he was good enough as a professional, but he had a different passion. 

“Hey Kageyama.” Kageyama flinches slightly as he hears someone call out to him. “Ah, Sugawara-san, hello.” he says and bows. “I know what’s going on in your head. Recently I’ve noticed your little glares towards Hinata. Is it because he’s found his soulmate?” he says with a grin. The typical rivalry between those too is always evident. Who’s faster, who eats more, who grows faster. It wouldn’t be a surprise that they’ve quarrelled and made a competition of who gets their soulmate first, but Kageyama had other feelings towards the concept of soulmates, he never believed in them. 

“It does not matter. But I’m happy for him, I guess? I don’t believe in soulmates. Or I don’t believe in having one.” he says sternly. It broke Sugawara’s heart for some reason he couldn’t explain. For someone who believed in love, he knew Kageyama would have it easy. A young, good looking boy with quite a talent, who wouldn’t have his eye on him? ‘He has yet to have his grasp on reality, there’s at least a 0.01% chance that he doesn’t have one.’ Sugawara thought.

But Kageyama lost hope. He didn’t have the obvious signs to know whether he had a soulmate or not. Nishinoya didn’t see color before he found him. Daichi had a tattoo he was born with, it had the name of his soulmate. And other people had the same eyes as theirs. Kageyama wanted that too, but he didn’t think about something that isn’t more important than playing volleyball. 

“Then, will you treat me to three pork buns if you find your soulmate?” Tanaka butts in. Another hopeless romantic on the run, still seeking his. His soulmate has the same symbol on the back of his head, thus why he always kept his shaved for it to be more obvious. Kiyoko had the same sign, placed on her finger, yet it was the tattoo of a heart, rather than of Tanaka’s, a sun. 

Kageyama smiles at the challenge, “sure.” he says confidently.

(‘∀’●)♡

Kageyama breathes in again. Closing his eyes then opening it slowly as his vision came back to normal. He missed this, the sounds of the blades glazing on the ice. But he can’t help but notice the one skater than spun in the center of the rink. ‘Interesting.’ he thought. His mind was quiet, yet his expression was not.  Everyone around him could see the twinkling in his eyes, following his gaze immediately, landing on the girl with the bright smile as she finished her small jump. “Wow.” Kageyama finally lets out, and when he turns back, all he could see were smirks. 

“Wow indeed Kageyama!” Nishinoya says with a hearty laugh. Kageyama’s expression changed from hopeful, to shyness and finally to a glare. Not to Nishinoya, rather to the 190 cm tall blonde boy who looked at him coyly. “What’s with that face?” he says, walking over to him and grabbing him by the shirt. “It’s nothing.” Tsukishima says, waving his hand in front of him to brush him off him. 

Daichi only laughs and says, “put on your skates, you have plenty of time here before we eat. Talk to her, shoot your shot.” he teases. Kageyama would’ve sighed and tched, yet instead he takes off his shoes in a rush, and puts on the skates immediately. In no time, he was on the sidelines, eyeing you from the side as you skated around effortlessly. 

Tanaka and Sugawara made their way to him with a cheeky smile. Already plotting in their heads. They already had a sense that their trip today was a call on fate, some type of destiny. And Kageyama just needed a little push. “Talk to her. You’re not bad, just don’t be as blunt to her like you are to us, alright?” Sugawara says with a grin, pushing Kageyama towards you, but maybe a little too hard. Kageyama slides across the rink at a diagonal line before you, and you were quick to notice. As he was about to bump into you, you step aside and pull him by the side, steadying his pace. 

“Wow, you’re a clumsy one are we.” you tease him with a giggle. Kageyama blushes, the curves of his lips turn upwards as his eyes look everywhere but at you. Yet he speaks, “you have a cute giggle.” But by that he stiffens, “I didn’t mean to say that!” he retorts immediately

Immediately covering his mouth you reply, “Well I think the way you turn shy is cute. And you have really pretty eyes.” In your head you thought you’ve said this mentally, but by his reaction, he turns redder by the minute, have you spoken your mind as well? “Ah shit looks like… we’re under a curse huh?”

“Anything is alright as long as it’s with you.” he says, earning another mouth  to cover his. Why is he saying these things without realizing it? It's like he couldn’t stop himself from saying it, it’s as if he needed to say it. Like he was programmed to say it. You felt the same. You’re not someone so blunt, someone who liked to be so bold. That’s why you did figure skating, to say what else you needed to say. 

‘What the hell is this?!’ you both say in your heads.

But you were catching onto it. “Ask me something, anything. As dirty as it can be.” 

‘Dirty?’ he thinks. “What color panties are you wearing?” His eyes widened the moment he asked. Did he really want it to be dirty? His mind wanted to ask if you’ve taken a shit today, but something else was said, apparently. 

Ennoshita watches from afar. His hands on his chin as he observed and heard you conversation, mouth creeping up to a smile. He pulls in Sugawara and whispers something, “his soulmate sign is that he can never lie to them.” he says with a nod, and the senior blushed at the junior. Squealing a little, because the little hopeless boy never needed to feel that way. 

“It’s blue.” you answer immediately. In your head you wanted to say pink, but you really couldn’t help it. “What’s your name? I’m Y/n.” 

“Kageyama Tobio.” 

“Then can I call you Tobio? We seem the same age.” 

“You can call me yours.” 

Cheers from his teammates were heard. “Yeah Kageyama! That’s my boy!” they say. Yet not all of them cheered, two boys were crying, “how could their junior be so successful before them? It’s unfair!” Tanaka and Nishinoya say in unison. Even Asahi was a little jealous. 

“Well Tobio, I hope you won’t hate me for this but, I think we’re soulmates.” you say shyly, hands held behind your back as you looked at him in the eyes. He wasn’t glaring, it wasn’t blank, it was blue, and shining. “I think it would be impossible to hate you- did you just say we’re soulmates? I don’t believe you! Also I really think you’re pretty.”

“Do you like my skates?” A trivial question. You hated these skates, but you decided to wear them today because something was telling you so. If he answered something more realistic, then, your theory is right.

“They’re not my favourite color. But I could get used to them.” he says. ‘Bingo.’ you think to yourself. 

“Now I see, our soulmate bond is that we can never lie to each other. We’re soulmates Tobio!” you say, hugging him immediately. 

Kageyama was someone who needed to be sure of things. The way he plays, the way he sets, and now hearing this for the first time with no solid proof, he was satisfied. He regrets the days when he pushed away the possibility of a soulmate. And now he met you, catching his eye in a heartbeat, without even the need to tell you. Even if you weren’t soulmates, and even if it didn’t exist, he’d still think that the stars aligned just for you both to meet, no matter the circumstance. Yet, here they are, giving you the chance and destiny of a lifetime, and he would never turn his back on it, even if it risks his dignity. 

“Kageyama! You owe me three pork buns you idiot!” Tanaka says as he tries to skate over to the both of you, but Daichi gets a hold of him before it. “What a hurricane.” Daichi says as he shakes his head. 

He hugs you back, “then I guess we are.” he whispers in the nape of your neck. And as the night ends, he forgot about the dinner because he wanted to spend time with you. Skating in the ice as you hold each other hand in hand, slipping some phrases you wanted to keep to yourself as you asked each other questions. What a troubling bond, but he’d never ask for anything else. 

“Tobio.” you say stopping at the corner of the rink, cupping his face as you look at him in the eye. 

“Yes?” he replies. He then closes his eyes, preparing for impact, thinking he’d finally get his first kiss. 

You giggle, kissing his cheek and gliding away and say, “your fly’s undone, idiot!” 

[rebelliouslala]

4 Something

warnings- language, mentions of drugs, blood, only a mention of gore and wound details

word count- 1.5k

pls enjoy <3

You stumbled into the elevator, leaning against the faux wood walls and sighed deeply from the throbbing pain, just a bit to the left of your kidney. The elevator smelled of piss and pure arse, and the blood, and gory, textured wood behind you was close enough to make you pass out. You held the bloodied flannel to your gun wound, tightly and the sleeve of the shirt to your nose. You muttered softly as you groggily pressed the down button to the parking lot, and for the doors to close.

As the doors, sheen with a shit colour, began to shut, you noted the foot that propped the doors open.

“Ah, Y/n, you’re not leaving your best friend behind, right! Especially since he holds all of the powder.”

You looked up, to see a tall man smile, his eyes gently closing as he pulled the doors open, his muscles raging against his tight black tee. You sighed quietly, and take off our belt. You cracked it against the wall, and it becomes stiff, revealing itself as a truncheon. You smiled a bit cockily, “Stupid, I’ll-!”

You found yourself sneezing, and hissing at the same time, inhaling your own bacteria and the carcass scent as you groaned loudly.

“JOHNNY!”

The man scoffed, and tightened your gun wound with the needle, snipping off the string with his bare teeth. With a kick, he pushed away, the desk chair sliding to the small counter between you two. “Next time maybe just relax when I have to carry you home?”

You blinked slowly, but nodded. Another Tuesday, and another haul of work for Ripple. You began to drank the water your partner had given you, and the two small brown pills as you looked around.

The two of you, since age 17, had taken particular barren buildings on the Northern side of the city as homes like this singular abandoned asylum. Traveling with just two cardboard boxes for clothes and essentials, and small backpacks. Before The Ripple had begun to even hire you, or Johnny for that matter, for your talents. 

For the jobs.

“What’s the matter?”

You saw his hands on your waist. You were slightly leaning on the barred window. You haven’t looked at his hands in a bit. A lot could change after 5 months, as you noted his dirt flaked fingers, and the darkened scars on the back of his hands. Despite his roughened hands, they were gentle to hold you. They allowed you, invited you, to you smile to yourself, and lean against his solid body. 

“Ah, just a little tired.” You shrugged off, as the painkillers you had swallowed began to take affect. “how long are we-?”

“4k, or something. Two jobs, tops,” Johnny put his arms around you and chuckled as he looked at the rising sun. “Then we’re outta Baise City.”

You both shivered as a southern breeze nudged you both. It was nice though, the building was much too humid, and, he said it. Those warm words. Two. Just two more jobs. Then you’re out. You and Youngho, out of the island, out of the hellhole you and he were currently contracted on.

Your phone rang. Speak of the Devil. You grabbed it quickly before you heard a yawn. You gently punched Johnny in the gut to shush him.

“Evening.”

“It’s dawn.” You turned your back against the sunrise, and glanced at the drugs Johnny had carried, on a roach infested table, next to a cardboard box of yours.

“Dawn?” the voice said, startled. “Well, besides the point. Mr. Money sent John his money. We need you to come in later, we are partnering someone else with you.”

You frowned, and walked to the singular mattress at the corner of the room, sitting on it. Johnny followed, looking at his phone and giving you an “okay” sign that the caller did not lie. You were too busy pushing away any small rodents, the occasional bug from the bed. Johnny tried to sit next to you, furrowing his brows to read your expression.

“Do we have to split it or something? I thought he and I were always enough for you.” You said.

“You are, you are, well, uh, Sushi cannot make it.”

You scoffed, “John is much more than capable-,”

“I-uh, I don’t suggest trying to fight with, y’know, Dreamer’s orders.” 

You sighed loudly, this time just in mental pain. “Fine, whatever,”

“Come here at 16:30. Oh, remind yourself to tell John to stop snooping around our powder. Thanks.”

“Sorry, Vic.”

“Don’t mention it. See ya.”

You repeat the phrase, before hanging up.

You sighed deeply, blinking and laying against the bed.

Johnny laid next to you. He softly cleared his throat, looking at a message at his phone, before he craned his neck at you. “Wanna go out to eat?”

You tilt your head down, before smirking a little. “Well, I dunno Youngho, did I get shot?”

You and Johnny exchanged glances at each other, his eyes sure, a knot in your upper stomach, tightening slightly, as the door opened.

The Ripple was made up, essentially, with 7 people. The penthouse they owned was a part of the huge building they owned next to one of the only peaceful grounds, the Wavy Park, and the entire Western neighborhood as their personal territory. The men in question, were, Victory, Dreamer, Mr. Money, Sushi, Henry, Smalls, and Jewel. At least that’s what they called themselves.

The house was almost as big as the floor you and Johnny slept on, and instead of the horrid strong piss smell you were accustomed to, you instead smelled the first scent of oranges being peeled, and jasmine. Oh and with that alluring jasmine, you began to relax. The Ripple home always made you feel happy again.

“Ah, Y/n, John, we missed ya.” Jewel said, he had many piercings along his ears, and his eyes shone brightly as the gems he wore on his fingers. “You’re gonna love him.” Henry and Smalls took the duffel bags of the powder drugs, and started to move it to someplace upstairs, nodding at you both.

As always, Sushi was there to hug you and Johnny extremely tightly. Sushi was a big tall man with always a big enough smile to hold sushi in his mouth. He led you both to the main living area, as he sat down. Being the size he is, his knees popped out as if he was sitting in child furniture. Johnny smiled at him, “So, got any news for us about this new, partner?”

You nodded as Sushi thought, “Well, he’s pretty cool I guess! I know he likes to use katanas.”

Johnny widened his eyes, “He gets to use katanas?!”

You scoffed, obviously jealous, “That’s bullshit.”

“I guess,” you and Johnny turned immediately, before bowing your heads. Respect was a given, always, to the boss.

The Ripple commander, Mr. Money, had this sort of aura that said for you and Johnny to bow down, or else. Today he wore a suit, it being a dark greyish blue, and its flannel outline colours were traced with a flower pink, and lavender as he softly sighed. None of disappointment, at least from what you could tell.

“Good morning.” he said with bliss. “I see Victory told you everything?”

“Yes.” You and John muttered.

“Good, good, uh, Sushi, get their things ready. This job by the way, might as well be your last.”

You looked up now, and glared at your boss. You felt yourself get a little shy, yes it was his house but why didn’t he have a shirt- “Fuck no. Nuh uh. We spent nearly a fuckin decade with you. You cannot kick us out now!”

“Misunderstanding me is very much what I expected. However, it’s because, with Yuta,”

You looked around as you freeze. A man came in from behind, in the kitchen area. He was a bit younger than Johnny, with a few scars on his left cheek. He wore, what had, had to be an expensive suit. He wore silver chains that suited his bright red outfit, which almost the colour of your face. And, what raged you the most;

He held two katanas in each hand. He looked at you, and you realized he wore a light shade of makeup.

“He wants to work with us. With him, this job could be your last. It’ll be 17k, and you won’t even have to split.” Mr. Money gives Johnny the file. “Just come back when it’s done.”

Yuta blinked a little slowly as he bent down, to show like the Boss, he only had a small black shirt hiding his chest.

“Let’s do this well.” the man mumbled. To you or the boss, you had no idea.

You stared at him the entire way as he came to kneel and listen to the job. The knot in your stomach had redone itself, at least five times. You finally took your eyes away, and shook your head as you began to breathe normally.

Last job, you reminded yourself. This is the last job. And no way are you letting some, pretty boy assassin ruin it now. “So,” you crossed your arms. “What’s the assignment, John?”

[daydreaming-nerd]

I Can’t Control Myself (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Another great Anakin smut request! I’m currently working on the other one right now and plan to get it done tonight. I hit a road block with that one but this one came to me pretty quickly so I’m hoping that this will get my juices flowing for the other one! 

Request from Anon:  “Hi I just found your blog and it rocks darling 😘 Could you do a smut 5 with an akin skywalker please (I love my baby ani❤️) but also adding fluff 1 at the end please Thank you so much. P.s I understand if you cannot do it 💙💕”  

“If I start, I won’t be able to control myself”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

Summary: y/n, a princess and Anakin, her Jedi protector have been agonizing over each other for a long time now but what happens when one of them finally takes the first step? (This doesn’t cut right to the chase I’m sorry) 

Warnings: Smut, light teasing, fluff 

For about a month now Anakin had been my body guard. After rumors of a  uncertain attack on me grew with the intentions to kill me so I could never rise to power as queen one day. At first hew had stayed in the background and watched from afar. But as I grew more comfortable with his presence I found myself asking little favors of him like helping me get stuff off the top shelf.

When everything really started was when I had a meeting with neighboring planets and I asked him what dress I should wear and he replied with.

“I prefer the blue one, but in my opinion you will be equally as beautiful in either your majesty,”

After that day I fell hard and fast for the young and handsome Jedi. If only there wasn’t that stupid code. 

Today was a peaceful day, I woke up and wrapped myself in my morning robe and quietly walked to he terrace outside my room to find Anakin standing on the balcony meditating like he always does. I tiptoed my way to the garden patio to have my breakfast as I always do. I’ve lived in this palace my whole life and I can’t think of a day where I didn’t have breakfast in the rose garden. As the maids brought me my breakfast I felt another familiar presence approaching.

“Good morning your Majesty,” said Anakin 

“Good Morning to you as well Master Skywalker, I hope I didn’t disturb you while you were meditating.” I said taking a bite of my pastry.

“Quite the opposite, your presence helps me focus,” he said with a smile “Though I felt a disturbance this morning.” 

“Oh, is everything alright?” I asked.

“Don’t worry princess no harm will come to you,” he said sitting down next to me while the maids also brought out his breakfast. 

“I’m not worried as long as you’re here,” I said with a smile.

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 The day was simply too beautiful not to be outside. I grabbed my scissors and went into my beloved rose garden to cut roses to bring into my room while Anakin watched me from the terrace. The whole garden was somewhat of a maze, with rows and rows of different colored roses as I disappeared from Anakins sight to pick the pink roses I suddenly felt as though someone was watching me. I turned around to see a man in a mask who made a cold chill of fear run down my body. Before I could even scream for him Anakin jumped out from behind me ignighting his lightsaber before I knew it the masked man lie on the ground lifeless. 

Panic began to set in me as I realized what might’ve happened. 

“Your majesty are you alright?” said Anakin turning towards me. My breathing became shallow and I slowly started to sink to the ground. My knees would’ve hit the damp grass if it weren’t for Anakin pulling me into his arms. “Shh it’s alright now you’re safe.” he said pulling me into his chest attempting to calm me down.

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After the incident Anakin and my father decided that it was no longer safe for me at the palace and so my handmaidens packed my bags and we took a discrete transport out to the beach house where my family used to vacation. 

As soon as I finished unpacking a grabbed a basket of fruits and bread as well as a blanket and made my way over to Anakin’s room where we was also unpacking.

“I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch on the beach with me?” I asked.

“I’d love that,” he beamed.

We made our way out to the beach and set up for lunch. I cut up some apples and pears and set them on a plate but before I could even think about digging in a gust of wind blew sand onto the blanket and onto the fruit.

“No!” I said in frustration causing Anakin to laugh. “don’t laugh at me!” I said smacking his arm.

“Don’t worry your majesty, I was only thinking about how I was just about to tell you how much I hated sand,” he said with a smile on his face.

“You know you don’t have to call me your majesty right?”

“Yes Princess,” he said cheekily.

“No!,” I smiled “y/n, call me y/n.”

“alright, y/n” he said.

The rest if that day was spent eating lunch and frolicking on the beach Anakin was even able to take a pink seashell he found and make a necklace for me.

That night after we had gone to bed I snuck out in my pajamas to the balcony that overlooked the sea. The air was cold and it caused the hair on my skin to rise, but I didn’t mind. Out here I could breathe, and think. I sat on the floor and leaned against the mansion of a beach house as I looked out over the moon reflecting over the tranquil crashing waves. I thought about what transpired in the garden that day. The feeling I got when the masked man stood behind me. never in my life had I truly thought about death and dying and what came next and all of the sudden that all seemed so real the second I saw him. I had never been so scared in my entire life.

“You scared me half to death, I couldn’t sense you sleeping and I thought something had happened.” said Anakin from behind me wearing nothing but a pair of pants and his Jedi robes over his bare chest. 

“I’m sorry Ani I guess I just needed some air,” I said.

“You shouldn’t be out here all alone it’s dangerous,” he said.

“Well then have a seat,” I said patting the spot next to me. “See it’s not dangerous anymore.”

“you’re freezing,” he stated taking his robe off and draping it around my shoulders.

“Ani I’m fine really,” I said trying to give it back.

“Nope my job is to protect you from everything from bounty hunters to the flu,” he said making me smile.

There was a short silence as we sat there looking at the ocean before us.

“Ani, have you ever been afraid of dying,” I asked out of the blue.

“Only once, when I was little I used to go pod racing and one time my pod went out of control and I thought I was going to crash.” he said “Why? Are you still shook up from today?”

“I suppose so,” I sighed “I just can’t shake the feeling I got when I turned around and saw him standing there.”

“You know you don’t have to worry anymore right? I’ll never let anything happen to you.” he said.

“I know,” I sighed putting my head on his shoulder.

We sat there in silence for the rest of the night until I finally fell asleep on his shoulder. The lat thing I remember was Anakin carrying me back to bed, covering me up and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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The next afternoon we went up to the prairie for lunch where the wild tauntauns lived. The whole prairie overlooked the sea and thousands of wildflowers grew in beautiful vibrant colors that contrasted the ripe green of the grass.

“This is much better than that sandy beach,” said Anakin

“I think there is beauty in the sand that is often ignored for the the beauty of the ocean. When you think about it sand is incredibly useful, we use it to make glass and in it we find beautiful shells we can turn into beautiful jewelry.” I smiled holding onto the necklace Anakin had made for me the day before causing him to smile.

“So you could say that you and the sand have very little in common,” He started “Your beauty cannot be ignored, it is something unbelievable. It not only pleases my eyes but warms my heart.”

I smiled at him and looked down to hide my flushed cheeks. 

After lunch Anakin tried to convince me that he could ride one of the wild tauntauns but I told him it was impossible which he took as a challenge. The next thing I knew he was on top of a raging tauntaun holding on for dear life. I laughed as his face became more and more worried. The wild creature eventually bucked him off and I laughed until it stepped on him. I looked closer and he was trying to get up but couldn’t.

“Ani!” I cried fearing the worst. 

When I got there I dropped to my knees and tried to roll him over. When I did he was laughing. I smacked him in the chest and he grabbed my arms pulling me down to him and rolling down the hill.  

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That night after Anakin went to bed I snuck out again and went down to the beach. I walked until my feet were submerged in the water. In the moment the sea was calling to me. I untied my robe and let it fall into the shallow water. The cold breeze hit my bare body. I waded further into the water till it almost covered my shoulders. I stood where I could still touch the sandy sea floor and I let the water wrap around my naked form. For once I felt completely free. I heard splashing behind me and I saw Anakin swimming out towards me, my heart stopped as I realized he would notice I’m completely naked under the dark water. I frantically looked for my robes on the shore only to find a similar pile next to mine. 

“If Master Obi Wan knew I was swimming around like this he would kill me!” Shouted Anakin from a couple yards away causing me to giggle.

We both floated around ignoring the tension between the two of us until I stepped off a drop off and gravity pulled me to the bottom of the four foot drop. Almost instantly I was pulled up by my arm and into Anakin’s strong arms.

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” he said reassuringly as I coughed up a little water. 

We sat there for a second, the tension was greater than it had ever been in this past month. Without thinking I put my hand on his cheek and pushed a piece of wet hair away from his face. I looked down at his lips and started to move in but he stoped me.

“If I start, I won’t be able to control myself,” he said.

“I don’t want you to,”

With that his lips slammed onto mine and my arms wrapped around his neck. His hands wandered up my waist pulling me closer to him. The kiss was hot and needy. Tension from many weeks finally being cut. He brought his hand around my thigh and pulled it so I would wrap my legs around his waist and he began to walk towards the shore. We never broke the kiss even as he walked past our forgotten clothes, up the stairs and into his bedroom. 

He gently laid me on the bed and began kissing my neck.

“Oh Ani,” I moaned out.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in between sloppy kisses moving his way down my body till he got to my heat. He peppered kisses along my inner thighs before licking a strip all the way up my sex causing me to scream out in pleasure and tug his hair.

He began eating me out vigorously, absolutely ravishing me. He sucked on my clit as his arms hooked under my thighs to burry his head even deeper. I felt my self getting closer and closer as his tongue began lapping at my clit at a relentless speed. I felt my orgasm build up and within a matter of minutes I was a moaning mess for I had felt pleasure I had never felt before.

“I’ve been waiting a lifetime to hear those sounds leave your mouth,” he said making his way back up to me. I could feel his hard dick rutting against my thigh. “are you ready?” he asked. I nodded.

With that simple gesture he began to push his rock hard cock into me causing me to scream out in both pleasure and pain. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss me again, a kiss full of heat of the moment passion and with that he bottomed out in me causing us both the moan into the kiss. 

Breaking apart he gave me a minute to adjust before he started a slow pace.

“You’re so warm and wet,” he said building up speed it wasn’t long before he was pounding into me making me scream in pleasure. I ran my hands down his back leaving scratch marks making him let out a strangled moan.

“You feel.. so good,” he cried.

“I’m so close Ani,” I said.

“Me too,” he breathed out “On three...one”

“Fuck Ani!” I screamed getting closer.

“two...THREE!” he screamed as he bottomed out in me burying his seed deep inside me setting off my second orgasm of the night. 

He sat on his elbow above me and looked down at me like I was the world.

“I love you,” He said out of breath.

“I love you to Ani,” I beamed and he went in to give me another kiss. 

He finally rolled over and pulled me into his chest. I looked up at him with stars in my eyes.

“Have you always been this beautiful?” he asked innocently.

“You’re too good to be true Anakin Skywalker.” I smiled.

There was again a silence as he started to fall asleep before I finally asked him.

“Ani what about the Jedi code?” 

“Let’s not talk about that now. You’re finally all mine. I wanna enjoy the moment you’re finally in my arms.” he said pulling me closer.

I agreed with him. Troubles can be left for tomorrow. Right now I finally had everything I ever wanted.

AN: guys I’m sorry that it didn’t cut right to the chase I just wanted the tension to build and got carried away.