#got a little heated sorry anon I just think the idea someone needs to suffer for what Jimmy did outside of Jimmy makes me mad

[dykedvonte]

love seeing your takes on mouthwashing and how sane they are. everything's so black or white. I like how you acknowledge curlys abuse under jimmy (which I honestly didn't quite notice when I first watched a playthrough. should rewatch w this in mind) and how that very much doesn't "forgive" his inaction towards Anya and Her abuse under jimmy. I think what happens to him despite all his issues (bc he clearly wasn't OK 😊✌🏼) is very much karmic. I really did hurt huh

I hate the take that what happened to him is karmic as becoming disabled and being tortured is like not in any way an equal consequence for not taking more action against Jimmy. It is a consequence as is the whole game for everyone but it’s one that is very much established as being undeserved and extreme as everyone else’s but Jimmy’s fate.

Thank you for liking my takes but I also try to point out that this exact sort of framing of the events and what happened to Curly is bad especially if you are gonna factor in his own abuse into the equation of his inaction/ineffective acts. It’s like “saying yeah he deserved the abuse he was already going through to escalate because he didn’t do enough” which is like not a message the game tries to deliver at all. It’s like the game shows that abusers escalate

Karma and punishment are not concepts that I think should be directly tied to Curly’s fate especially since during the game and even in discussion he takes on too many consequences of someone else’s actions. Like this framing is the direct thing I describe taking the discussion away from Jimmy, P.E and the factors that created the environment in the first place.

[distracteddegenerate]

Carnation

Yuta x Fem!reader

Warnings: period sex, lots of blood mentions, yandere undertones for Yuuta, TW.Dubcon if you squint I just want to be safe lol, unprotected sex, smut

Got super carried away with this one which is why it’s so long lol. I decided to combine the asks since I have got a lot for Yuta. Second anon if you’re uncomfortable with this fic which is understandable lol just shoot me another ask and I can do something else for you.

You lay curled in your bed, the sheets and pillows a mess around you, a fluffy hot water bottle cradled tightly to your front. The side of your body you laid on was beginning to ache from pressure, and you felt flush from heat, but you dared not move. You dreaded the intensifying of the stabbing pains your own body was wretchedly subjecting you to. Of course today would be the heaviest of your period, the day you had scheduled for a study session with Yuta. He was due to come over in about half an hour, and your pains were yet to ease up at all, despite the painkillers you had recently downed. You could cancel, yet, this was the first ever study session you had set up with your handsome friend, and you were loath to cancel it over something that would clear itself up eventually.

You closed your eyes, and pulled the hot water bottle you gripped like a lifeline closer to the source of your suffering.

~~~

*knock knock*

Fuuuuck. Was it that time already? You groggily sat up, releasing your water bottle and in replacement lightly pressing your hand against the throbbing pain that was starting to surge more strongly in the pit of your belly. You gently placed your feet on the ground off the side of your bed, and rose onto the balls of them just as delicately. You began your gloomy shuffle towards the entrance of your room, fixing your ruffled hair into place.

You pulled the door open on yourself slowly, croaking as Yuta’s tired but docile face materialised into view. 

“Good evening, (Name)-chan.” Yuta had his hands in his pockets and wore a kindly smile, the only thing betraying his pleasant demeanour being those familiar dark circles dusking the underside of his eyes. Dreary though they appeared, you could swear you saw a specular shimmer dance across his irises when he registered your form.

“Ah good evening to you too, Yuta! Come in and make yourself at home, I have some stuff set up on the coffee table.” You tried your best to look as perfectly in humour as you could, to not draw any attention to your current pain stricken condition. Must have been good enough, as Yuta had nodded in response and was now making his way over to nestle himself onto one of the pillows you had placed next to your make-shift study station. 

You yourself was headed to the kitchenette, about to ask what Yuta wanted to drink when a sharp stab erupted from your core. You threw your hand onto a countertop and visibly winced, when you noticed Yuta’s widened eyes had been following you. 

“(Name)! Are you okay?!” Yuta’s expression was alarmed, prepared to pounce up from his seating.

“Uh- I er uh- tripped over! Nothing to worry about!” You were blushing slightly, but righted yourself regardless and tried to stand as straight as you could. Yuta seemed slightly confused, and whilst he opened his mouth to speak you interrupted him with a casual “So what would you like to drink?” 

“Er.. I’m fine actually, I had something before I left home... actually I think you should come sit down, er, carefully.” He still looked a little concerned. You nodded your head and made your way over to his side. Settling yourself down, you could feel more pain pulsating within you, a low rumble threatening another great stab like you had experienced just. You drew your legs to your chest in an attempt to alleviate it slightly, and picked up your copy of “a comprehensive guide to the relation of curses and the law”; holding it open in front of you.

You could feel Yuta’s gaze still trained on you.

~~~

“So, although the police would have to intervene if someone was hurt or killed in the incident, sorcerers still have the right to- er - (Name)?”

Crap. You were too focused on the waves of torture oscillating in your guts to keep your attention on Yuta explaining the info that went over your head in class to you again. And he noticed. You looked up at him softly, and offered a subdued “sorry.” You didn’t really have energy to maintain your act of being fine anymore. His eyes looked concerned. You turned your head to the floor and fiddled with your hands.

“Hey, (Name).” You heard him shift and alter the positioning of his legs. “Is it that time of the month?”

What?! Who asks that like this?! 

You threw your head back up to look at him, your face red and mouth agape. He threw his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry!” He hurriedly turned his gaze into the distance and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just.. I have a little sister, so I’m used to this sort of thing, or at least I know a bit more about it than other guys.” He looked back to you. “It seems like the pains at least are distracting you from your studies, if you need painkillers or something.. I can go get them for you.”

“I er...I already tried that… doesn’t work out that well for me.” Was your meek, barely audible reply. You played with the tassel of the pillow you were sat on. Yuta looked pained on your behalf.

“Y’know… I read online somewhere that there’s always something you can try out failing all else.” He caught your gaze, and held it intently. 

It must be too good to be true, how would Yuta know some hidden method that you (as someone who experienced periods) didn’t know about for dealing with the pains?! Your eager look betrayed itself when a switch flicked in your head and your expression turned into one of astonishment. There’s no way he’s gonna suggest…

“Org*sms.”

You’d known Yuta for awhile now, but you had no idea just how… artless he was. Where was his tact?! Your cheeks burned from embarrassment. You felt like your face was about to explode.

Looking at him though, he was practically unfazed! As if you were going about some matter-of-a-fact order of business. What was this situation!

“I-is.. that a joke Yuta?” Your hands were curling into tight balls. 

“Of course not, (Name). You look like you’re in so much pain. I just want to help alleviate it.”

What the hell did he mean by that? Like you will just hop up right now and go jerk yourself in the bathroom as casually as using the toilet.. Or.. could he have meant..

You felt Yuta’s hand settle on your thigh, as he leant down further towards you. “I can help you out (Name)-chan.”

You couldn’t deny, you’d always found Yuta handsome, but for things to move along this quickly… and of all times! Surely his level of straight-forwardness defied all social conventions, and yet, it was working. The feel of his hand resting on you, his hungry stare, the way he loomed over you, chest rising and falling intently. You could feel a different kind of ache emanating from your lower parts. 

His hand drifted further up your body, coming to stop just below your belly button. “I want to help you… (Name)-chan.” You looked into his dark eyes. They were intense, hungry. You could swear he was salivating. 

“B-but Yuta.. I-I’m.. You know! Isn’t that.. Gross? For you?” He shot you a sheepish grin, hiding his eyes in an evasive fashion. His hand travelled downwards once more, snaking up the inside of your loose-fitting shorts and looping his fingers over the sides of your panties. He toyed with them, rolling the cloth over your skin and lightly pulling at them. “I don’t think any part of you is gross, (Name)-chan.” His eyes flicked open again, drawing you back into his intensity. “I think every part of you is beautiful, even.” You could sense his earnestness, and it made your cheeks burn. You went to throw your hands up to them, but he quickly caught them in his. “So, what’s your answer?” He planted a kiss in your palm. “Do you want my help? (Name)-chan.” 

Fuck.. the way he looked at you. Those ferocious, hooded eyes. Those calloused hands, usually wrapped around a katana, wrapped around yours right now. The burning you felt between your legs. God yes. God, you wanted it.

The alleviation of pain (and studying) was an afterthought.

~~~

Yuta had returned back to your living space with a towel from the bathroom. What? you didn’t want to get the floor messy. You could see an erection straining tightly against his black pants. 

Fuck, you were really gonna do this. He set it down flat on the floor, and invited you to come situate yourself on it.

~~~

After removing his shirt (It was white, after all), Yuta knelt himself down in front of you. He had a certain glint in his eyes, almost conflicting the harmless smile that he also wore, as if he wasn’t about to blissfully pound your bloody c*nt into oblivion. He undid the front buckle of his pants, a bulge emerging, the explicitness of his bare dick concealed by gray underwear. He began palming at the protuberance. You eyed the display curiously, when you had a sudden realisation.

“Y-Yuta, w-what about… protection?” you asked, uneasily. 

“Hm? (Name)-chan, you’re on your period, remember? You won’t get pregnant.”

“B-but..”

He cut you off. “I don’t have anything. Trust me.”

You nodded and grunted in acknowledgement. Yuta was always a trustworthy figure for you. Your strong, reliable friend who you could always depend on. He always took care of you, even during skirmishes with curses, arriving at your side before things even had the chance to get particularly hairy.

You watch Yuta as he tilts his keeling body forward, his hands landing on your ankles before travelling upwards, spreading your legs open in the process. You feel yourself blushing once again, tossing your head to the side. You can feel the front of your damp p*nties being touched, jumping in slight surprise at the abrupt action before Yuta starts rubbing at your cl*t through the fabric. He notices your breathing falter.

“Do you like it, (Name)-chan? Do you like how it feels when I rub you there?”

You mumble a small “yes.”

He’s applying more pressure to his administrations now. “Do you want me to take your p*nties off? So I can touch you properly?”

You answer yes again, this time more hastily. 

With that, he curls his fingers over the sides of your p*nties, dragging your legs into the air as he twists his body appropriately in order to shimmy the restrictive fabric off of you. He casts them to the side, before pulling your trembling limbs back into their previous position. Once he settled them back down, he kept his hands on your thighs as he drank in the glory of your exposed c*nt quivering before him, the string of your tampon peaking out in a taunting manner.

You heard him cooing at you quietly. “Beautiful.”

You cringed, wondering if he’d still be thinking that when he’s stained with blood. Even so, you couldn’t help but melt under the feeling of his fingertips tracing circles into your inner thighs. The way you felt a thumb flick over your n*ked sex.

“Is your stomach still hurting you?” The sudden question snapped you out of your stupor.

Truth be told, you’d almost completely forgotten about your pains you were so caught up in the moment, but something held you back from saying so. As if Yuta would stop touching you if you let him know the “reason” for the two of you doing this was almost completely resolved. And, you were relishing in the tenderness of his comforting too much for it to stop.

“Y-Yes..”

Yuta bent further over you, his head looming over your core. He sunk down, his face leaning into the space of your skin where your tummy and pelvis met. He planted a light kiss there.

“Well, I’m gonna make you feel better.”

His grip on your thighs tightened as his head lifted, his presence shadowing over you once again as he held himself higher. Your heart pounded. He leaned further on your left thigh and removed his hand from the other, as you felt fingers poking at your aching heat again.

Could you feel… pulling?

You felt a horrible, obscene slick escape you suddenly when Yuta yanked out your tampon. He pinched it limply in fingers, observing it slightly before placing it on the towel you shared.

“Yuta?!” You whelped. It was ironic. The two of you were sharing an intimate moment with each other, almost completely exposed. But this? It felt somewhat... invasive.

You could sense Yuta shrugging. “It needed to come out.” Before you even had a chance to respond, you could feel him caressing your folds. He was circling his thumb over them, the peak of the eclipse swiping over your cl*t. “Don’t worry, (Name)-chan you look beautiful.”

You looked to him, but he didn’t return the gaze. His stare was boring into your most private parts, hungrily eating up the view. The calloused hand still wrapped around your leg was gripping on tightly, as you felt Yuta dip a finger into your sopping c*nt.

“Fuck.. it’s so.. wet.”

Well, that was a given you supposed. But you knew a lot of what was down there was also probably your usual feminine slick, with the way he was making you ache. He continued pumping his finger in and out, the motion becoming deeper and rougher, him gaining confidence in what you were willing to take in. You could feel your muscles strain around it.

“That’s three.”

“Wait, w-what?!”

“Three fingers, (Name)-chan. You’re drenched down here.” You felt him remove his digits, Spreading them out across your lips. You then felt him draw a line across your inner thighs that intersected your p*ssy in the middle. Was he… playing in it? You decided not to question, you were too caught up in a wanton haze, hips bucking upwards, begging for his touch to return to your most sensitive parts.

“Y-yuta..”

He looked at you and smiled sincerely. “-just need to make sure you’re nice and loose for me, (Name)-chan.” Before you could react, plunging fingers speared your weeping c*nt, pumping with violent pace. You yelped and crumpled in on yourself when you felt his fingers curl against your velvety walls, yielding against the pressure. You squirmed underneath him even more when he began spreading them, parting your insides. You hummed, laying your hand over the top of his head, entwining yourself in the strands of his hair.

He shifted into your touch. “God, love this. So fucking beautiful.”

He peered at you from beneath those dark lashes. “You think you’re ready?”

“Hm?”

“For my cock.”

At that, you nodded, releasing your grasp on his hair and trailing your hand down his chest as he straightened himself, looping his fingers over the sides of his boxers, staining it with blood. He tugged them down, his painfully erect dick springing out into open air. You found yourself surprised at the length. Yet, He was focused on you. Pointing at your top half he asked you, “Can you take all of this off?”

You nodded and complied hurriedly.

When you were done Yuta was quick, grabbing your knees to hold you in place, leaning over to plant yet another doting kiss on your body, This time in the space between your bare breasts. You felt him begin to push into you. He managed the entirety of his length, before pulling himself almost all the way out again. You noticed how he looked down, admiring the sheen of your blood now coating his member. He quickly snapped his hips back into you again, and began assuming a steady pace of rutting. Your legs found themselves wrapping around him, your ankles cross sectioning across his taught upper back. You wanted to tell him it felt good, but the most you could manage was a weak moan.

That seemed to set something off within him. He lunged over you, enveloping your entire body with his own. He planted one hand on the towel beneath you, firmly beside your head. The other found itself groping a t*t, clawing over it to pinch your hard nipple, surrounding the ar*ola with petals of red. His pace was raw and piercing, but the slight discomfort you felt was laced with a more intense pleasure.

You heard him groan. “-god.. You feel so good. Fucking you like this.. It’s just so.. primal.” He was lightly scraping his nails against you, tracing trails of scarlet down your body. You understood what he meant by that perfectly. The way he was looking down at you, almost slavering at the lips at your vulnerable form, like some wild animal lost in it’s lust.

The feeling of it, the sounds of it. It was also so expl*cit. Yet so gratifying. 

You lost yourself, allowing Yuta to abuse your lower half as he pleased, even matching your hips to his punishing motions. The l*wd squelching noises as he fucked into your excessive wetness, the way he played with your sensitive nipple at the same time, your entire being yearning into his ministrations. 

“I-I’ve always dreamt of this, (Name)-chan” You were too lost in a fucked out haze to really respond, humming lightly as you stroked the arm gripping your breast. His pace got even quicker then, rougher. His form that was already entirely draped over yours weighed down on you with even more pressure, the slap of his bucking hips against your buttox resounding loudly. It’s all too much, your legs weak when you cream his c*ck, a wave of release gushing out of you as your heat throbs wildly.

Your limbs go weak as you reel from the org*sm, your walls spasming around Yuta as he continued his bucking.

Yuta’s gaze rests on your dazed expression, his dark eyes settling over you. “You needed my c*ck didn't you?” He moves the hand that was on your bre*st to caress over your face.  “Desperately. I know you did.” 

You felt Yuta’s pace get rougher, losing it’s steady tempo as he chases closer to his climax. He thrusts into you heartily a final time before his release spills into you, closing his eyes as he rides out his orgasm out slowly and tenderly. He remains inside for sometime after, rubbing your hips with his thumb as he admires the mixture of c*m and blood streaming out of your hole and cascading down his dick. 

“Beautiful.”

He looks to your face now, smiling gently. 

“So, do you feel better now, (Name)?”

[violet-knox]

Hi, I would like to make a request but first I would want to thank you, regardless of whether my request is accepted, It really makes me so happy how you portrait and write for Severus, it means so much to me, I don't think I can thank you enough but thank you, thank you so much and about my request, if you can I would like to request a young Severus x reader sweet smut story with lots of tender, meaningful touches and words, he deserves so much to be loved and wanted and feel good about him.

Study Break

Pairing: Young!Snape x Female!Reader

Summary: Fed up with Severus studying for your N.E.W.Ts 24/7, you decide to give Severus a well deserved study break. 

Warnings: Smut. Lots of smut (Oral sex, vaginal sex, hand job, fingering, humping, implied light dom/sub)

Word Count: 6061

A/N: Oh my anon! Thank you so much for your lovely words!! 😭😭 You are too kind and your ask made me smile every single time I read it from the first day I got it! I will truly miss having it in my draft box, but I’m very honoured to finally have written your request. 

I think I’m beginning to get more comfortable with smut. I definitely need more practice but considering the word count of this one shot, I’d say there is definite potential. Hopefully I’ll eventually find the write style for me and we can get to the more.. raunchy stuff 😏😏😏

You watched Severus pick up what had to be the tenth set of books that evening, placing them next to the others on the table in your own little corner of the library with a thump. You sighed and set down your quill, your eyes so strained you weren’t sure if there truly were four towers of books around you or if you were just seeing double. Severus took a seat back beside you and resumed his quest to memorize every spell, every potion and learn everything there was to know about the Wizarding world. That’s at least what you’d convinced yourself that he was doing because no one in the history of time had to have studied for their N.E.W.Ts as intensely as he was currently claiming to do. Day after day, week after week, you’d walk up to find him with a book in his hand barely eating a thing as he made his way to the library. You were beginning to feel more like his overly concerned mother than his girlfriend and that really didn’t sit well with you. You were tired of having to force him to take breaks if only to eat and sleep. His health was important to you and it hurt to see him suffering so much for a grade. 

“Sev, I can’t do this anymore,” you told him with a heavy sigh, your fingers rubbing your temple as you closed your eyes to try and regain your sanity. Severus snapped his head towards you, his eyes wide as he studied your posture. His heart beat rapidly, sweat trickling down his forehead as he anticipated your next words. “I think we need a break.”

His heart broke and he felt it fall to the floor, shattered in a million pieces. He’d always feared this day would come; the day you realized you couldn’t handle him anymore, the day you realized you deserved better than him. He could sense the tension, the frustration you felt these past couple of weeks as he buried himself in his studies to distract him from the truth. He’d used it as an excuse to escape this moment and found himself in a downhill spiral of denial and avoidance. 

“F-from us?” His throat was so dry, he could hardly find the courage to speak, afraid that when he did, it would truly be over. He wanted to tell you he could do better, that he hadn’t been himself these past few weeks, letting his fear of losing you cloud his judgment, but he couldn’t find the strength to do it knowing you were right to ask for a break. 

“From studying!” You lightly pushed his shoulder with a chuckle, a bit taken back by his assumption. Your smile slowly faded as concern returned to your face. Had this been why he’d thrown himself into all these books? Did he want to end things with you?

“I-I know (Y/N). I know I haven’t exactly been the best boyfriend lately and I truly am sorry for that,” he said, taking the second chance the universe had granted him to try and make things right with you. By Merlin’s grace, you hadn’t broken up with him and he knew if he was that scared of losing you, he had to do something to change how he was treating you. “But these exams, they will determine our entire future! They’re important!”

“You’re important Sev! You can’t keep pushing yourself like this,” you argued back, hoping to knock some sense into him and help him let go of whatever was driving him to act this way at least long enough to unwind a bit. “You need to take a break every once in a while.” 

You smirked as you moved your hand from your lap to his, slowly sliding up his leg. Severus rose a brow at you, unsure about your advances until he felt you cup him over his trousers. His eyes widened as he jumped out of his skin, quickly grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand off of him, only to be reminded you were a Slytherin for a reason. With your free hand, you slipped two fingers beneath his trousers before he tore you away from him once more. 

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!” he asked in a hushed voice, his face burning red, hoping no one was around to see that smirk on your face while he was holding your wrists in the air like he was just about to push you against the bookshelves and claim the entire library as your own personal make out room. 

You said nothing as you pressed your lips to his, smiling as you kissed him. Severus jerked back, but you were persistent, keeping yourself interlocked with him as he kissed back and finally began to ease up on the tension he held, slowly letting go of your wrist to lean into your kiss. He turned towards you and held you by the waist as you kissed him, your own hands subtly returning to his body. You did your best to distract him, one hand pulling on his tie as the other fell down to his lap. You could tell he’d lost himself in you as he usually did when he deepened the kiss, giving you the opportunity you needed to cautiously slither your fingers over his bulge. For a brief moment, you thought Severus had finally seen it your way and taken the chance to indulge in the moment when he moaned only to be stripped away from such hope as he broke your kiss and brushed your hand away. 

“Severus, relax. No one ever comes to this corner of the library.” You needed him to trust you, to let you help him take a break for once because you weren’t sure how much more strain your relationship could take if he kept pushing you away like this, claiming the exams were more important. “Trust me and just let go.”

Severus found himself enchanted by your words, sweet whispers of lust and devotion, all meant for him and him alone. His eyes softened as his shoulders dropped, letting you place your hands over his arms, your lips trailing soft, sensual kisses along his jawline. He looked over your shoulder and down the only corridor leading to your forbidden corner, his hands holding your waist as you got closer to him. His gut told him to keep watch, worried you’d get caught and banned from the library forever, but his heart, his mind were with you and how good your lips felt against his skin, sucking on his neck, leaving small love marks as your fingers lost themselves in his hair.

His breath thickened, a small whimper escaping his throat as he gave into your seduction. With one hand firmly gripping your waist, the other slid up your side, resting on the side of your breast. You moaned with delight when you felt him accepting the idea of a well deserved break and pulled on his hair just enough to encourage him to continue. Eagerly, he cupped your breast over your uniform, kneading it in his hand as you continued your quest to ease his stress. With your free hand, you slowly slid it down his chest until you’d found the outline of his cock. Severus bucked into your hand as he squeezed your tender breast, feeling a spark ignite within him. He held himself back, suppressing the need to let go as he reminded himself where you both were.

It had been so long since he’d felt like this, free from the stress, from the pressure of school. It had been so long since he’d felt this close to you. Your relationship had never been defined so physically, neither of you relying on the sexual passion between you when it came to the love you had for one another. When you’d started dating, he knew he’d never let your relationship end up that way, partially afraid of his own physical abilities and partially as a reminder of why he fell in love with you in the first place. But he’d forgotten how good it felt to trust you completely, to let himself be yours for just a brief moment. He forgot how unwinding it was to mindlessly lose himself in your caring touches, your soft kisses and tender words. 

“You’re so brilliant Sev,” you whispered to him between kisses, loving how he always fell apart at the compliments you’d give him in such heated moments. “You’re the most talented Wizard I know and I’m so proud of the person you are, the achievements you’ll make.”

You spoke like you were predicting the future, knowing all Severus needed was to realize there was someone who truly believed in him. He only ever threw himself into his studies like he did the past few weeks when he was feeling discouraged and abandoned. You’d hoped when you got together that he’d never feel that way again and it was true for the first two years. But it seemed the pressure of graduation and the idea of building a future affected him more than you’d realized and you didn’t notice until he’d buried himself in books and parchment. 

You’d made yourself a promise that day you’d finally shared your first kiss, one you intended to keep now until the end of your days; you’d never let Severus feel alone or unappreciated again. And indeed, you’d kept that promise today as you felt him through his trousers, his mind completely off the need to study until he passed out. You could feel his arousal growing as he tightened his hold on you, feeling as much of you as he could until you found him pushing you off him once again. 

For a moment, you thought you’d completely failed and was about to grunt in frustration before you saw him quickly packing up his belongings like the library had just been set on fire. You relaxed in your chair as you watched him so eager to pack up. Crossing your legs, you made no notion of leaving, getting his attention as he stopped what he was doing to stare at you.

“We’re going somewhere private,” he stated, throwing his bag over his shoulder as he wordlessly commanded you to pack up your own belongings. A part of you wanted to tease him, to lightly protest and claim you already were in private, but your own need for him had grown sufficiently and you couldn’t wait to unbutton his shirt and watch him pull off his trousers for you.

Pushing yourself to your feet, you gathered your things and let Severus take your hand as he marched out of the library. He looked so focussed as you both made your way after what felt like an endless amount of stairs. Neither of you knew where you were going, all your past adventures usually taking place in the boy’s dorm when no one else was around, but with exams coming up, students were scattered all over Hogwarts, every corner scattered with books and endless rolls of parchment as everyone studied. Finally, you made it to a floor that wasn’t swarming with people, walking down a hallway that became less and less occupied until you began to near the end. Stopping near a tapestry that depicted the attempt of Barnabad the Barmy to teach trolls ballet, you both looked around, trying to decide where to go, Severus making his choice first and pulling you with him as he started walking down the hallway which you knew would only lead to more classrooms.

“No Sev, let’s go this way,” you told him, tugging him back as you pointed to the corner you’d never explored before. Severus however didn’t agree with your decision, pulling you back towards the hallway. 

“Are you mad? We’ll be lost for days if we go down there,” he claimed. You smirked, wondering if that was really so bad. It would at the very least give you both some privacy which is what you were currently looking for and if some tragic accident were to occur to his textbooks and they were tossed out the window, perhaps he’d finally take a proper break. 

“Wait Sev look!” You pulled him back and stopped to look at the wall where a door had suddenly appeared. Severus looked at you in shock, swearing it wasn’t there a moment ago. He didn’t stop you as you went to turn the knob, opening the door to what looked like a bedroom stripped straight out of the honeymoon suite at a fancy hotel. A large king-sized bed was standing in the middle of the room against the back wall surrounded by a sheer silver curtain. Candles were the only source of light in the room, floating around the ceiling, lower than the ones in the Great Hall. 

Without a second though, you ran inside, dragging Severus with you, closing the door once he’d entered. You put down your bag and looked around in awe, absolutely astounded that such a room existed in the castle. It felt surreal, like the room was alive, enchanted in some way to serve you in any way you pleased. Hogwarts was such an amazing place and you’d learned long ago never to take for granted what the castle had to offer, and this was no exception. 

You walked over to the bed, shedding your clothing along the way. You dropped your robes and removed your shoes and socks before you pulled back the curtains and took a seat on the bed, smirking at Severus as you removed your tie. You sighed as you got comfortable, staring him down and kneeling on the bed with legs spread wide, slowly undoing the buttons on your shirt. 

“(Y/N), don’t you think this is a little too-”

“Nope!” you protested before he could even think to finish that sentence. “Severus this is absolutely perfect and after these past few weeks, we both deserve some time off, just a few hours to relax. A release from all that stress.”

You shrugged off your shirt and tossed it to join the rest of your scattered belongings. Slowly you began to crawl to the edge of the bed, Severus hesitantly dropping his own schoolbag as he walked towards you. Your smile grew as you watched him remove his robes from off his shoulders. He took a seat beside you and began removing his shoes as you snuck up behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders. Slowly, you began to massage him, Severus leaning into you as he closed his eyes, smiling at how caring your touch felt. You watched him with content as he finally seemed at peace, nothing around him to remind him of the burden he’d created for himself, nothing but your love for him to fill the room. 

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked up at you, returning your smile before you gently pressed your lips to his. You took your time with this kiss, your lips completely in sync as he lost himself in your soft lips, his hand buried in your hair as yours slowed their motions and wrapped around his waist and shoulder. Without parting, he kept his hold on you as he crawled backwards onto the bed, leaning back and letting himself go as you took control, throwing your legs over him and settling atop his lap. Severus moaned as he dropped his free hand over your leg, slowly slipping it under your skirt. 

You finally parted, Severus pushing himself up as you sat, happily smiling at him. Tugging on his tie, you removed it from his neck before you helped him unbutton his shirt, quickly throwing it to the side, looking forward to the struggle of finding your clothing again when it was time to get dressed. Severus pulled you in by your waist as you pushed his hair over his shoulder, grinning with content before you began to pepper him with kisses. You pressed your lips everywhere you could reach as you buried your face between the crock of his neck, one arm thrown over his shoulder, your hand in his hair. Severus pressed you into him as much as he could, merging your bodies together before unclasping your bra, needing to feel as much of you as he could. 

Briefly parting from him, you happily relieved yourself of your bra, wasting no time pressing your lips to his, your bare chest against his, hands wrapped around one another so tightly. You grinned against his lips as you shifted in his lap, feeling his hard cock strained against his trousers. He definitely wasn’t thinking about those exams now. 

Breaking away, you slide your hand down his chest to feel him through his trousers, Severus leaning back as he let you explore him with a smile. He watched you intently as you moved off him and undid his belt, tugging on his trousers enough to release his shaft from its clothed prison. Your fingers gently wrapped around him, his breath held in anticipation, his heart raging against his chest as you slowly moved up his length only to stop at the head. You locked eyes with him, happily watching his torment as your thumb grazed his slit, smearing precum as you made small, slow circles. 

“(Y/N),” he moaned as he bucked his hips in desperation. His voice was caught in his throat, his mind barely able to form a thought as you slowly began to slide your hand down your shaft, your grip on him so loose, taking your time and twisting your wrist along the way. “Please.”

His whispered plea, was a moment you immediately committed to memory, never wanting to forget how easily undone he became from your touch. You were pleased with yourself and your mischievous spur of the moment plan to help him relax, grateful it ended like this with him squirming beneath you for your touch. 

“Please what?” you whispered back, keeping your pace steady as you waited for him to make his demands, knowing full well it didn’t matter what they were. You were in control and he was all too aware of that.  

“F-faster.” You could tell he was holding back the temptation to try and take mastery over you like he always did, but it was suppressed by his need to let go, something you were rather grateful to see. If this were any other time, you knew he’d tease you back or do anything in his power to keep his pride and hide the fact he’d completely submitted to you. But the stress of the last few weeks had truly gotten to him more than you knew. It was clear to you that at times, he needed someone to take control, to help him steer through life, someone to show him he was loved, that he mattered and was worthy of such a pure thing. 

Instead of adhering to his request, you dipped down and pressed your lips to the head of his cock, your tongue very gently licking up precum before you wrapped your lips around him. Severus became a moaning mess as you continued to tease him, taking your time as you sucked on the end of his cock. He bucked his hips in desperation, all his energy focussed on restraining himself, but he couldn’t help his growing need as you slowly stroked him, sucking him so gently. 

Satisfied with the groans of frustration he let out, you took him into your mouth as far as you could manage. Severus fell back on the bed with a thump, fisting the bed sheets beneath him as you set a slow even pace, bobbing your head and gliding your tongue on the underside of his shaft. You listened to every sound that came out of his mouth, your panties dampening at how lustful his moans were, how much pleasure was seeped off his tongue from your touches. Increasing your speed, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach, you heard him coming completely undone, doing his hardest to stay in control, but it had clearly been too long since his last release.

“I-I’m close,” he barely managed to mumble as his cock twitched in your mouth. With a pop, you pulled yourself off him and immediately, he regretted trying to warn you at all. He groaned as you sat up and leaned over him, stroking his hair as he rolled tumbled down off the edge of his climax. You felt bad for denying him his release, knowing he so badly needed it, but you couldn’t let the evening end just yet. You were just getting started and by the end of it, you were sure Severus would thank you. 

“What the bloody hell did you do that for?!” he blurted out, his eyes closed shut as he felt every muscle in his body tighten, his heart pounding so hard as he tried to focus on your fingers running through his hair rather than the agony he felt in his groin. 

It tore at you to hear him so upset, guilt growing in your chest from the weight of his words. You thought perhaps it was a mistake to pull away, but it was too late now. All you could do was hope to make it up to him and eventually give him the release he so very much deserved. You said nothing, fearing no words could sooth him now. You focussed your attention instead on comforting him as you continued to stroke his hair, your lips finding his jaw as you desperately kissed him. His breath slowed, his muscles relaxing as he felt you pour out your love for him. Staying in that position, you waited until he’d completely eased his hold on you without exchanging another word. 

Severus had almost wished he could spend the rest of the night cuddled in your arms, a small whine of protest slipping his tongue when you pushed yourself off of him. He watched you hop off the bed and begin searching the ground of your robes, removing your wand from them before setting it on the bed and smiling at him as you pulled on the waistband of your skirt. He found himself once again enchanted by you as you pulled down your skirt and panties, leaving you completely bare standing in front of him before you stepped forward and reached down to free him of the remaining clothing he had on. He felt that lustful spark reignited itself as you crawled back on the bed and watched you cast a protection spell before seating yourself in his lap, pushing him back to meet the soft cloud like pillows. 

He let out a groan of bliss, his hands sliding up and down your legs as he enjoyed the light pressure of your hands over his chest, your eyes burrowing into his. You leaned down and kissed him passionately, your tongue gliding against his bottom lip before you found yourself fighting for dominance, Severus submitting rather quickly as you explored the inside of his mouth. You knew what he was anticipating, and though the guilt from before still lingered, your mission to keep the evening as lengthy as possible remained your top priority. It seemed however, that despite Severus’ willingness to give up control, he was hoping to push your buttons enough to bypass any further teasing and give him what he wanted. As you kissed, you felt his hands exploring your body, one finding itself over your breast, squeezing and tugging while the other lay over your thigh, his thumb pressed to your clit and running circles over your dripping slit. 

You moaned into his mouth and felt him smiling in satisfaction, leading you to break the kiss in retaliation, grasping the hand on your thigh as you began rocking yourself over his hard cock. You slid across his length, eliciting a moan from him as his hands immediately went to your hips, pressing into them, urging you to go faster. You held back from giggling as you regained the upper hand, controlling his needs as your pussy rubbed against his cock. 

“(Y/N),” he begged in desperation, his eyes shut as he threw his head back, his brows furrowed with frustration. You loved hearing your name spoken in such a needing tone; a tone you knew he’d only speak for you. Planting your hands on either side of his head, you stopped your motion all together, Severus wide eyed as he wouldn’t dare blink and miss a second of this moment, his heart pounding with anticipation for what you would do next. 

Slowly slipping one hand down, you grabbed hold of his cock and lined it up to your entrance, slowly sinking down until you were completed seated on him, Severus moaning the whole way down as you held your breath. You both panted as you adjusted to the feeling, your warm dripping wet walls tight around him, his hard length filling you up to the hilt, fitting so perfectly inside you. Without warning, you began to move your hips, grinding yourself on him without pumping his cock, knowing it would drive him mad. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of Severus filling you up as you rubbed your clit against his pelvis, the slightest movement sending waves of pleasure through you. But the first time you’d done this, Severus had flipped you over in frustration, pounding into you with such force and clearly that same thought crept to the forefront of his mind now as you continued to tease him, leading him to believe you were ready to spend the next ten hours prioritizing your pleasure before you’d consider letting him come. You continued to grind yourself until he couldn’t take it anymore, his grip on you so tight as he groaned in annoyance. 

“(Y/N), please,” he moaned for you once more, pleading for you to ride him and send him over the edge. He’d always loved your smile, but in this moment, he could truly see the mischief behind it, and it frustrated him to no end knowing you had complete control over his pleasure and his ability to feel release wash over him. 

“Please what Severus? You have to tell me what you want baby,” you said almost innocently, like you had no earthly idea what he could possibly want. 

“Please ride me. Let me come.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he made his demands clear. He was rarely ever so direct, his feelings hidden behind a barrier it had taken years for you to break down and you couldn’t lie, it felt good to have him beg for you like this.

“All you had to do was ask,” you whispered with a smile. 

Deciding he’d suffered long enough, you removed yourself from him, slamming your hips back down hard and fast. He’d been so good for you tonight, so compliant, even dragging you out of the library for privacy, earning him a well deserved reward. You began to ride him as fast and as hard you could, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, his moans filling the room as you panted from the friction between your legs. You felt the knot in your core tighten, threatening to snap as his cock reached deeper and deeper inside you with every thrust you made. 

Severus couldn’t keep his eyes off you, his mind entirely focussed on the pulses of pleasure he felt every time you slammed back down on his cock. His eyes flickered between your breasts and the sight of you taking him so fully. One hand eventually slid back up your body to grip one of your breasts, enjoying the moans you gave when he twisted and teased your nipples. He let out his own groans as his line of sight dropped back down to watch his cock appear and disappear inside you. It didn’t take long for him to feel his release building up, electing to opt out of warning you in fear you’d deny him his much needed orgasm again. 

It all happened so fast, Severus stopping his motions as he held your hips still, pressing them down on him, his cock pulsating inside you as he came. You were shocked and more than a little disappointed that your ride had been over so quickly, your own needs still not fulfilled as you watched him groan, his eyes closed, his release lasting longer than you’d seen before. 

“Severus!” you shouted, playfully shoving his chest, the frown on your face was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. You removed yourself from him and sat back as he planted his elbows behind him, looking up at you. He felt guilt and sadness seep into his chest as his high died down. He’d never felt so good in his life, the release you gave him one he was sure to remember but was it worth it if you were to be upset with him for not following the unspoken rules of the bedroom?

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, almost choking on his words, hoping you felt the sincerity in his apology. He knew it was wrong to have focused on his pleasure, neglecting yours, but in the moment, his cock begging for release, it was all he could think of. Grabbing hold of your thighs, he took you by surprise as he flipped you over, hovering over you as he stared deep into your eyes, apologizing with everything he had. “I can make it up to you.”

“You better,” you whispered, that warm look he gave you melting away any resentment you had towards him. His eyes always carried so much weight with them, reflecting a much older age than the rest of his body and you absolutely loved them. They were always the one thing that helped you decipher is emotions while charming you in times like these, coaxing forgiveness from you. Resistance was always futile, but you tried anyways, tried to remember not to let him off so easy, to make him earn forgiveness. Yet even in this moment, you found yourself completely enchanted by him, knowing if he asked to head back to the library right now, you’d oblige against your own wishes. 

You carefully watched him as he slowly leaned down, his lips meeting your chest, planting a kiss between your breasts before circling each one; a kiss placed on every side. You arched your back into his touch, your hands gripping his hair as your head was thrown back, your eyes closed. A cloud of lust enveloped you as he continued his path down, leaving a hand over your breast, very gently squeezing. Severus focused his full attention on you and the sounds you offered him as his lips found your hips, a kiss placed on each of them before he planted a final one right above your clit. You moaned with desire, your hips bucking before he used his free hand to hold you down. 

Severus couldn’t help but tease you as you did to him earlier, his tongue barely grazing your swollen clit as he sucked on your skin before slowly moving down. As he began to taste you, he pulled back and gave a light lick from your entrance to the end of your clit, the gasp you gave him exciting him further. Letting go of your breast, he hooked his arms beneath your thighs, lifting you up enough to give him full access as he began to lap up all the juices that had flown out of you, your moans music to his ears. Severus had only eaten you out once before, the pleasure you felt that day something you’d never forgotten, but this felt so different. He was more experienced and determined this time, he was confident as he sucked and licked your clit, his tongue teasing your entrance.

Every lick sent shivers through your body, your core aching for more when his tongue began to prod you. You felt his nose press against you, grinding into your clit as he pressed his tongue inside you. It didn’t feel nearly as fulfilling as his cock, but you loved the feeling he gave you now as he pumped his tongue in and out of you, flicking every which way as he pressed his thumb to you the nub between your folds. He ran circles in sync with his pumps and you couldn’t help but try and grind into him despite his hold on you. 

“More,” you moaned desperately, feeling a knot form as he moved his lips back up to suck on your clit. He pressed two fingers to your entrance and easily slipped them in, pumping you hard and fast. You moaned with every push, every lick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you, his fingers long enough to reach deep inside you. Hooking them as he pulled back out, you couldn’t help but squirm beneath him, that knot you felt threatening to snap with every move he made. 

Burying your fingers deeper into his hair, you gripped him tightly, eliciting moans of his own as he fastened his pace, wanting to feel you cum around his fingers, your juices spilling out of you more and more as he continued to please you. The faster he went, the more you could feel your release building up, bringing you closer to the edge, your nipples so hard, your clit throbbing from the stimulation. It only took a few more pumps to find your release, your insides exploding with pleasure as your walls collapsed around his fingers, his tongue lapping up all your juices. He slowed his pace and helped you ride out your high until your groans of satisfaction turned into soft, satisfied moans. He licked his fingers with a hum of his own, smiling as he crawled back up to you, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself on his lips before rolling over to lay beside you. 

“Have I been forgiven?” He whispered with a smirk as you rolled over to meet his eyes with yours. You smiled in return and let out a soft sigh. Once again you found yourself completely enchanted by the look he gave you, so desperately needing your approval, to know he’d done right by you and repented for his mistake. 

“Always,” you whispered back to him as you brought a hand up to brush his hair away from his face. Severus gently captured your hand in his as you brought it down to his cheek, pressing it against his skin as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the afterglow surrounding you both in the magic room made just for you. 

“Good,” he mumbled under his breath, unable to bear the thought of disappointing you. He was beyond happy in this moment, your relationship feeling stronger than ever before, thankful you’d pushed him to let off some steam and take a break from studying. He was so beyond lucky to have you, he couldn’t imagine living a day without you and your care for him. “I love you.”

His eyes were so soft when he opened them again, whispering those three little words to you as he gave you the first genuine smile you’d seen from him in a while. You could tell he was content, that he hadn’t regretted running away from his studies with you and wasn’t thinking about leaving any time soon. Silence fell around you as you finally found him at peace with himself, a balance struck between self-care and responsibilities. Of course, you’d always be there for him to help when the scales tipped over, but for now, you took tonight as a win, a step towards your future together.  

“I love you too,” you whispered back, letting the room settle as your hand dropped to his chest. You cuddled into his side, his arms wrapped around you with so much love for you. No more doubts lay between you, nothing but trust and love remained in this room that you hoped would only be a template for your future, one where you shared a bed every night and a life every morning.

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A/N: I’ve used the room of requirement before in the past for plot convenience and I really need to find new and creative ways to give them privacy 😅 

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#1 Victory Royale

✧ pairing: college student!spinner x student!afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.4k

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, light angst, mostly soft/fluff, smut, could be hate fucking if you squint, afab reader but no pronouns, this is pretty tame, by like my standards, I wrote this at work, not really a warning, but it felt like you needed to know that

✧ summary: relationships suck and Spinner is starting to think maybe he does too

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✧ a/n: Hey y'all, welcome back to more college au bs from me. This is set in the same universe once again as all my other college pieces. A very sweet anon asked if we'd ever get to see more of Spinner, so here he is! Also with another cameo from shiggy's bitch (endearing) cause I can't help myself.

“Ughhhhhh….”

Spinner’s groaning echoed through the tiny apartment, the heavy sound of creaking couch cushions under his weight following.

“What?” his long-suffering roommate shouted out their bedroom door, rapidly shoving clothing and a toothbrush into an overnight bag.

“Uggghhhhhhh!”

He let out with another, louder dying animal wail. He’d been like this since they woke up—wallowing in some strange concoction of self pity and Red Bull on the kitchen floor when they walked in for water two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” they mumbled, tossing their bag to the floor and marching, more than a little disgruntled, into the hall. “What do you want?”

Spinner was sitting upside down on the couch now, feet up against the wall tapestry and cotton candy hair splayed out on the floor. He stared blankly as his friend came into view—arms crossed, frowning at him from the end of the hall—and opened his mouth once more, letting out another garbled grunt that had one of the neighbors pounding twice on the wall to shut his dramatic ass up.

“Dude seriously, are you gonna tell me who pissed in your cereal or are you just gonna scream until the guys next door kick a hole through our wall?”

They almost felt bad as he looked away, sniffing and letting himself slump farther off the sofa until he was sprawled completely on the hardwood and staring, glassy eyed, up at the ceiling.

When he finally spoke a full sentence, his gaze was locked on the water stain above him from a year ago when the upstairs neighbors flooded their apartment trying to make jungle juice in the bathtub.

“I don’t know, I’m just in my feels as the kids say,” he sounded so dejected—strange for someone who was perpetually energized to a frustrating degree—that their shoulders immediately slumped from a hardass square to a softer, more sympathetic angle

They padded over to join him on the floor.

“Care to elaborate, oh roomie of mine?”

There was a pause and Spinner tapped his nails against the hardwood idly before responding.

“I guess I’m just feeling, like, fucking I don’t know,” he sighed, knocking his head against the dusty boards, “left out I guess? That’s not quite right, but it’s just Magne mentioned last time she came to The League meeting that Jin was seeing somebody and it just got me all introspective and weird…”

“Hm,” his roommate hummed thoughtfully and studied the way the textured white ceiling gave way to the rings of brown water damage, like a dead and dying flower, “I thought you and Jin weren’t ever that serious?”

“We weren’t,” Spinner groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “We went on like, one date a year ago and I haven’t thought about it really at all since then. I’m not sure why hearing he’s got someone else now made me so fucking...jealous I guess.”

“I mean, maybe you just never really gave yourself the time to process it?” they asked and received only an annoyed huff and accompanying groan. “Sorry, should have asked if you were looking for advice or just wanting to rant. My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s just…”

Spinner trailed off and they shifted as the hard floor bit at their back and made it ache. The muscles were sore already as it was, and Tomura blowing their fucking back a few times a week wasn’t really helping. They’d created some kind of perpetually horny monster, but something told them cracking a joke about it wasn’t really going to help the situation much. Thankfully, Spinner found his way to filling the silence a minute later.

“I don’t think it has anything specifically to do with Jin. Yeah I liked him, we’re still really good friends and I don’t feel like I need him to be more than that. It’s just that—and this is gonna make me sound like a massive asshole—but with you and your new fucking boyfie and now even Jin finding someone to date I just keep seeing reminders everywhere of how motherfucking isolated I am.”

“Oh,” they felt their face burn a bit, guilt frothing as they were forced to acknowledge the fact that in all the time they’ve spent holed up with Tomura, Spinner had been discarded like an old Steam game, bought impulsively on sale and never played again. “I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing you—”

“No, no, no shut the fuck with that,” he waved his hand to cut them off and pushed himself up on his palms. “I know I’m not being fair about it, and I really am happy for you guys, but idk man….I just feel like I’m never gonna find that you know?”

Beside him, his roommate remained sprawled out on the floor like a homicide tape outline and was just as deadly quiet.

“I just,” he continued, running an angry hand through his hair, “I know I could be such a good partner. Like I’m funny and I’m not a fucking creep, which is actually a plus to most people.”

He shot a side glance down and they rolled their eyes, sitting up and knocking his shoulder roughly till he toppled back to the dirty floor and they stood above him.

“Fuck off,” they chuckled.

His roommate watched as the laughter seemed to infect him like a bad cold, creeping down the back of his throat and shaking in his chest.

“No I’m serious, I would be such a fucking great boyfriend. I give goddamn top quality cuddles and I actually know how to do laundry, what more does one need truly?”

“Damn bro, you’ve known how to fold your own clothes this whole time?”

The giggling spread into the quiet space, rocking through both their shoulders and leaving the air feeling light—fresh like the first nights of Spring. When it finally petered out into friendly silence, they were both far lighter.

“I just like the way you fold my t-shirts, the sleeves don’t get those weird creases when you do it,” he muttered and stood, doing his best to fix the wild pink locks that stood on end from his fidgeting.

“Yeah I’m sure,” his roommate rolled their eyes and turned back down the hall.

When they left for the night to stay over with their boyfriend, Spinner tried not to acknowledge the way he subconsciously glared at their back as they walked out the door, skipping yet another League meeting to swap spit with that guy from their English class.

He tried even harder not to think of how their bed would be warm and their legs would have legs to tangle with, their chest have a chest to lay against, while he heated up instant noodles in the microwave and fell asleep alone on their living room couch.

Not to mention that tonight was the big tournament with that new group on campus. He was really banking on his bff (best fucking friend as they were always sure to clarify) and him teaming up to crush those assholes from The Commission or whatever they called themselves.

Fucking lame as shit name in his opinion.

In any case, he’d have to settle for Magne again, and she was such a loose cannon they were sure to get their asses handed to them. She was a great fucking tank, he’d be the first to admit, but strategy was not a strong point of hers and they desperately needed that tonight.

He could feel the sinking weight of failure rolling in the pit of his stomach already even as he dragged himself into his room to tug on an old pair of jeans.

It bothered him way more than it should, the idea of losing some gaming tournament that, by all means held little to no actual significance.

Spinner knew the stock he’d started placing in games was growing to an unhealthy degree.

He knew that.

But self awareness rarely did anything to alleviate the irrational fear of failing at one of the only remaining consistencies in his life.

It stung worse when the tournament kicked off and by the third round, Spinner was the only remaining League member in the brackets.

“Fucking shit…” he muttered to himself, the small basement room alight with the blue glow of the monitor and the sound of frantically smashing controllers.

Behind him on the couch—stolen long ago from the theater building—Magne held him by the shoulders as he grit his teeth and leaned into the movement of his avatar on screen.

“You got this babe,” she shouted, cheek pressed up to his ear. “Make ‘em eat shit for me!”

“I would if you stopped distracting me,” Spinner hissed back.

Really it wasn’t Magne’s aggressive and somewhat bloodthirsty style of encouragement that shook his focus so badly.

It was his opponent.

The fucking president of The Commission sat, thighs spread and pressed to his, resting your weight on your elbows and snarling beside him in the couch.

Your face was split in this heart stopping grin as you quite deftly dodged all his attempts to get a hit in and managed to land a few of your own in the process.

And you looked really hot doing it.

Which was definitely just a side effect of the punch he (didn’t) drink and the body heat fueled temperature of the room—sweaty skin against sweaty skin making his mind wander against his will.

The shifting in his seat was absolutely just to illogically make him move faster and had nothing to do with how tight his pants now seemed.

So much for not being a fucking creep.

Your teammates were gathered in a circle behind you, enraptured and exuding the kind of smug confidence that said quite clearly The League was fucked from the second they walked in.

Not even two minutes later your hands were thrown up, punching the air and your team piling over the back of the couch to drown you in a sea of celebratory limbs.

Spinner felt himself deflating even as he was toppled off the couch by your screaming members and The League collectively cursed in the background.

Truthfully he’d known the chances of winning were slim.

Ever since his roommate started getting busy with classes and clubs that ‘looked good on their resume,’ The League had gone downhill rapidly. It was a problem since long before that Shigaraki guy swooped in and stole them away, but Spinner couldn’t stop himself from lowkey holding that against him.

The League had consumed so much of his life in college, functioning as a haven where he was finally respected and belonged to an extent he’d never experienced before.

The stink of failure and loss, not of the game but the only space he’d ever really occupied without complaint, burned his face and made the room feel more suffocating than usual.

Magne looked as though she wanted to give him one of her signature—and admittedly very comforting—hugs, but the deadly look of disappointment on Spinner’s face must have made her think twice.

The rest of his team seemed to read this sudden downward shift in the room as they began to filter out, climbing the steps onto street level and away from the suddenly stuffy, uncomfortable meeting spot. Normally everyone would stay and finish off the drinks snuck past the janitorial staff, eating Doritos until well past midnight. This time they couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

He couldn’t really blame them.

The multimedia building was a strange place after hours. Once Spinner might have called it something rare and liminal, now it felt more like a prison.

He stood, packing up the consoles a bit more roughly than necessary when someone cleared their throat behind him.

He turned to see you, standing alone with hands on your hips and scowling like you were the one who just got their gaming reputation ruined.

“Dude what the fuck was that?”

Spinner bristled at the knife sharp point of your tone.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “You seriously waited around to rub your win in my face?”

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer around the couch. “I’m not talking about the fucking game dumbass. Why the hell are you pouting like I stole your fucking candy or some shit? You ruined the vibes man.”

“If anyone was ruining the vibes, it was you and your cocky ass team.”

Spinner felt himself stepping closer too, pulled in by the celestial weight that accompanied any kindling argument.

“Me?” you pointed to your chest and scoffed, “Wow, I was really hoping you’d actually possess a bit of emotional maturity, but if this is how you get after a loss I’m not shocked your fucking club is bleeding members.”

At some point the two of you had gravitated close enough that he felt the puff of your last breath on his cheeks. Two comets, ready and willing to collide.

“I’m not being the asshole in this situation, you know that right?” Spinner glared down his nose at you, heart pounding in his ears. “Maybe you shouldn’t make fucking unfounded assumptions about people you don’t know.”

“So then why are your panties in a twist over a fucking game?” you retorted.

He was peripherally aware that your eyes had taken on the same laser focused quality as they had during the last round. Determined and locked onto him without sparing a glance to anything else.

It was this same undivided attention that he’d envied in you as you played, and as Spinner felt it trained on him, his pants once again felt uncomfortably restrictive.

“It’s not about the fucking game okay!?” his voice came out hoarse and far more petulant than he’s been aiming for.

Though he quickly felt the embarrassment give rise to a secondary heat as you both breathed each other’s air and searched the face across from you.

“Then what is it about?”

That strange, unexplainable, inexplicable rush of potential filled the small gap that remained between your bodies—the kind of tension Spinner was beginning to think he’d never feel again.

He’d kissed plenty of people. Almost more than he’d like to admit, or that they’d like to admit more accurately.

But when his flickering eyes found your hard stare still and unwavering from his, it felt incredibly natural to lean in and press his lips against your fading frown.

It was slow going, the few centimeters that separated you seemed like miles as he moved slowly, never breaking eye contact until his mouth was finally slotted over yours and you weren’t pushing him away.

There was still a bit of lingering confusion, as this was decidedly not what either of you appeared to be expecting from the prior conversation. That coupled with the fact that Spinner wasn’t entirely sure he remembered your first name made the feeling of your tongue prodding at the seam of his lips all the more startling.

When he gasped, you slid your hands up his chest and licked into his mouth. Tongue tangling between breaths, Spinner felt himself getting lost in the familiar and coveted taste of another mouth, another body, another hand that grasped, that desired, that wanted him.

***

Your knees dug into the cushions on either side of Spinner’s thighs as you bounced in his lap. He fought to keep his eyes open against the pleasure of his cock sinking into you over and over again, so he could watch the way your head was thrown back and your chest heaved with the exertion.

He dug his hands into your hips and let his head hit the back of the couch, feet planted on the floor to help his hips thrust up into you, earning him some of the prettiest, stifled moans he’d ever heard.

Truthfully, he had not expected to fuck you. He figured you might be down to just make out for a bit until the cleaning staff came and booted you from the building, but both your pants had quite quickly and naturally found their way to the floor.

Neither of you spoke much, which he was thankful for. That would have been far too complicated of a conversation, especially considering you really didn’t know each other all that well.

Spinner usually liked to do a bit of ‘getting to know you’ type activities before he hooked up with people, which he did with surprising frequency for somebody so starved for a long term thing. Sex just fucking felt good and it was this eagerness that was his downfall. Most people he’d fucked around with seemed to read the urge to get into their pants as a diminished interest or emotional attraction and Spinner ended up with more friends with benefits than actual friends...or benefits.

Regardless, it was fine by him that the only form of communication passing between you for now were scattered groans of pleasure and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs.

He’d nearly forgotten how fucking amazing pussy felt.

For no particular reason, Spinner had always found himself fooling around with bodies more similar to his own. Not that he had any real preference, though the lack of experience often made him a bit nervous in the whole ‘pleasing your partner’ department, despite many helpful lessons from his roommate.

That was all to say that Spinner was incredibly thankful you reached down to guide his hand that had clumsily begun rubbing circles on your clit. That is until you simply knocked it away and went back to riding his dick like a fucking champ.

Then he did speak.

“Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled and really did sound like he was pouting this time.

You peered down at him, slowing your pace so you sat flush in his lap, grinding his cock deep against your walls. Spinner keened as you clenched around him, pussy so deliciously warm he felt himself near to drowning in the feel of you.

“Mm fuck,” you panted, leaning in to steal a few more messy kisses from him before lifting up and enveloping him in the slick heat all over again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” he nipped at the column or your throat, careful not to leave any lasting marks just in case. “If I’m finishing, you’re fucking finishing.”

You pulled back and stared at him for a moment. He felt you purposefully tightening around him just so he would squirm under your curious gaze. After a moment you smirked and rolled your eyes again, taking his hand and guiding his fingers back to that little nub just above where his thick length was seated inside you.

Spinner was proud of his dick, it was hefty but not so long that it was a hassle to fit—just enough to reach all the important bits. He was sensitive as hell too most of the time, so just about any pressure felt amazing. But the best part of it was watching whoever he was fucking fall apart on his goddamn perfect cock.

So when you whispered, “Like this,” and showed him the rhythm and motion you liked, he pulled himself back from the brink to pay attention, speeding up until that look of cooled control slid right off your face.

“Ahh, yes fuck...” the words tumbled from you freely now. “Shit, yeah just like that—”

Spinner could get fucking drunk off the low groan that left you as he planted his feet more firmly and bucked his hips up. He must have hit something good by the way you choked and moaned boarding on too loud, though he had neither the heart nor self control to stop you.

“Feel good?” he grunted, picking up the pace and force he thrust into you, so that you had to loop your arms around his neck and hold tightly as he speared you on his cock.

“Fuck...yes..” you whimpered into his shoulder which did wonders for his ego.

Spinner kept up his rubbing frantic patterns on your clit and feeling the gradual constriction of your walls around him—the coil growing tight and ready to snap. He nudged your cheek with his until you pulled back a bit to face him.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, sucking your tongue into his mouth for a moment and tearing himself away so he could watch as you came undone around him.

You gave him a strange, soft look and pressed your forehead to his, eyes zoned in on only him.

The rest of the room, the whole fucking basement and campus melted away under that stare.

Your nipples peaked through your shirt, brushing against his as you were jostled into him by the movement of your hips. As you reached your peak, words devolved into increasingly breathy gasps. It took Spinner an incredible amount of concentration not to fucking paint your insides then and there.

Your pussy was so goddamn tight and warm and milking him just right, it was a fucking impressive feat to remain staunchly at the edge of his peak as your mouth fell open and your fingernails scratched at his back when you finally came—the telltale spasms around his cock and the near sobs coming from you more than enough indication.

He lost himself well and truly then.

Lost in the false sense of intimacy that came with being allowed to see you fall apart, this person he barely knew yet made him feel immensely important in that moment. Your breath and spit was in his mouth, the smell and feel of you soaking his length pushed him beyond the realm of conscious thought.

There was only a deep and burning need to be closer to you. So, so much closer.

His hands moved of their own accord, hooking under your thighs and flipping your bodies so your back hit the cushions and he hovered above you. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, pulling out and thrusting his hips in fast, hard strokes that hurtled him towards release.

Spinner couldn’t keep himself quite now either, panting and moaning and gasping unashamedly with his eyes screwed shut as you took his cock so unbelievably well.

It wasn’t until your hands, softer than he’d imagined, cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet you that he was brought back down from whatever higher plane of existence his impending orgasm whisked him too.

Your lips weren’t nearly as frantic as the rocking of his thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass. The sweetness was an odd but welcome contrast.

“I’m gonna—fucking mm...” he tried so hard to get his tongue to form the words but he could feel himself slipping further as you started clamping around his length again.

“I know,” you breathed against his lips, faces pressed together and unmoving eyes steady on his own. “Ahh, inside if you want.”

He did want.

Oh fuck did he want nothing more in that moment to stay sunk in your warmth and pump you so full, but the last few remaining logical braincells reminded him that was not a great idea. Not without a more in-depth conversation neither of you was in a state to have.

“Shouldn’t...” he groaned and moved to pull out but your ankles locked around his ass and forced him back down.

“It’s okay,” you huffed and rocked into him, squeezing around the sensitive head of his dick just once, just right and that did him in.

It was something in the way you looked at him, so that he could feel nothing but secure—nothing but safe wrapped up in you. Something about the way you pressed him closer, in the movement of your thumb on his cheek.

It scratched some deep seated, lonely itch in Spinner.

Made it feel like this meant a hell of a lot more than it probably did.

In seconds he was blowing his fucking load right into you, milking himself in your heat until he was spent and overstimulated. You were kind enough to pull him to you, turning your bodies so you laid side by side on the coach, his softening cock slipping from you in a gush of release.

For a minute or so, neither of you spoke, just stared, long and comfortable at the stranger you’d just fucked on the gaming club couch.

Well.

Fucked wasn’t really the word he’d use at that point to describe what you’d just done, but anything more than that felt presumptuous.

You broke the silence as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You really needed that didn’t you?”

Spinner couldn’t help the familiar, infectious laugh that rattled in his chest. He liked the smile it earned him, far more genuine than any others you’d worn that night.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

You hummed, nodding in response. “Mm, me too.”

And somehow, for no real logical reason, Spinner knew you understood. That you felt the same isolation, the same starvation for love, for holding weight in someone else’s world.

That the games were just a placeholder, a way to fill the space, to get lost in other lives, in other stories where he did matter. Where his actions had foreseeable and measurable worth. That’s why it hurt to lose. Not for the glory, but for the destruction of the only remaining diversion from how empty his reality felt.

Even if it wasn’t really.

Even if there were friends and benefits and friends who offered both. His roommate could let him rest his head in their lap on movie nights or sleep in his bed on occasion when the heat went out and he got cold too quickly. But none of that quite filled the hole like you now, holding his face and knowing the struggle without him having to explain it.

Nothing like you pulling him in and kissing him too familiarly for someone he’d only known a day.

Magne used to say something about shit like this. Something like how people bond in train cars when there’s a rat eating a slice of pizza and you all watch it happen. Some weird camaraderie forged in the shared experience of life being a little fucking freaky a lot of the time.

That was how it felt when you slipped your leg between his and brushed your lips together again. Content to lay, half naked in the media building basement, making out with some guy you beat at Smash and fucked right after.

Reveling in the brief but meaningful feeling of mattering in some small, strange way to someone else.

Of holding weight.

Of being held.

[capriccio-con-espressione]

Hotspot Pt.1

Genre: Smut 

Word Count: 1331

Warning: Sub!Yangyang, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Degradation, Profanity, Public humiliation, Edging, Orgasm denial, Spanking, Yangyang's lame Earth sandwich joke

A/N: 

1. Yangyang’s name (揚) has the same pronunciation as “lamb/sheep” (羊) in Mandarin, so y’all would see the word-fuck (X) word-play (O) on this often throughout the fic

2. Been planning to re-upload this fic from my old deleted acc but wanted to extend it and make some changes, yet was clueless before, but then I eventually got inspired, so I decided to release it as part one of something bigger, thanks to this anon for providing me with ideas for part two, and thanks to @wildernessuntothemselves​ for forcing (X) suggesting (O) me to collect the XiaoHenYang aka her TMTM trio

3. It’s almost Xiaojun’s birthday yet I posted Yangyang content, I’m sorry my lovely prince. Anyone who’s thirsty for him can read my month-old upload here

   “Goddamn-f-fuck, please!” Yangyang swears in utter desperation as you suddenly withdraw your hand from his cock, denying his first orgasm. He shifts in the chair in an attempt to grab you, but futile since his hands are tied behind it, as he’s kneeling on the seat facing backward with his ass pushed out, while his legs are forced open wide since both his thighs are secured to the armrests of the chair as well, rendering him into a compromising position.

  “Brats like you don’t deserve to cum.” You state icily before thrashing his sensitive rear with the paddle. "You never want to miss a chance to annoy me with all that endless fussing, don't you?"

  "I don't deserve this punishment with just that Earth sandwich joke...ahh stopppp…" 

  "That lame joke is not the point, you brat." You hiss, tugging his hair, as Yangyang's hard-on jolts at the sudden sensation of pain. "Remember how awfully much you snickered about making a sandwich with my pussy around your dick hmm? Giving me that stupid devilish grin whenever you have one for meals? Even shamelessly bragging about it in front of other members to embarrass the hell out of me? You are just a pathetic horny little lamb…"

  "C-c'mon, it's not that b-bad when you actually like my teasing..." Yangyang gasps in between your relentless spanks in arousal, as you can tell that his second orgasm is nearing.

  "Oh? How you like this sandwich with my hand then?" You smirk as you wrap your hand around his cock again, fingers irregular dancing on the tip yet not pumping him.

  "Ahh-L-like it! Just let me cum goddamn it!" Yangyang's whole body tenses up and curls up as he can't handle the teasing anymore.

  "That's not how you ask for things, bad little lamb." You chastise while giving a slap on his angry red cock, earning a yelp from him.

  “...P-please Mistress let me cum…” Yangyang begs, his proud form finally breaking down.

  “Good try, but not quite.” You smirk, before resuming his spanking again.

  “Ahhh Mistress I’ll be a good little lamb for you...now p-please let me cum…” Yangyang’s voice falters at the denial of his second orgasm.

  “That’s my cute little lamb…” You praise as you peck his now teary cheek, before finally granting him release with your hand, as he lets out a loud moan upon climaxing. 

  “Now you know you shouldn’t be bragging about sandwiches too often.” You embrace Yangyang in your arm while soothing his red flesh with the other, calming the sobbing boy down.

  “You should be more kind to me since you already sin too much torturing me…” Yangyang gazes into you as he forms a cheeky pout, the way how he quickly returns to his usual mischievous self surprising you a little.

  "I am already showing you enough kindness by letting you cum without much teasing." You sneer as you wipe the white tendrils off Yangyang’s gradually limping cock and your hand.

  "Without much teasing? Says someone who literally edged me twice, so fucking bossy." Yangyang retorts while letting out a sigh of relief as you untied his hands behind the chair.

  "I am sure you can take much more than that, usually I would edge you for hours until your bratty mouth can't talk back to me anymore." You imply your annoyance for his endless ripostes, since it's always difficult for your boyfriend to just be grateful for his orgasms instead of being cheeky.

  "Nah you are just sadistic as hell. You are just one cruel cougar who loves my suffering too much." Oblivious of your hint for him to behave, your boyfriend still continues his complaints, redressing himself while smirking at you.

  "Cheeky boys deserve to be disciplined with cruelty, and somehow you like it too much, and love to ask for more by being a nuisance, don't you, my little painslut?" You reply slyly, another punishment for this ungrateful boy beginning to form. 

  "Now that your butt cheeks are rosy hot spots…” You say thoughtfully as you rub his ass teasingly. “...I am gonna give you the taste of real embarrassing punishment. Now give me your phone."

  Yangyang reluctantly hands you his phone. "What for?"

  "Unlock it."

  "No!"

  "Just obey me you brat." You hiss while tugging his hair, forcing him to comply with a wince.

  "Don't worry, I am not gonna post something weird on social media." You reassure him while opening up settings on his phone. "But, everyone will know someone has been a slutty hotspot in heat while connecting to wifi…" You triumphantly smirk as you click "Save" after changing his SSID.

  "'Mistress’ Slutty Lil 🐑🐑'? Hell no that's embarrassing!!" He snatches back his phone in an attempt to undo your act of mischief.

  "Do not ever try to change it." You demand sternly, covering his screen with your palm. "If I catch you disobey me, you will get punished even harder. Understand, Mistress’ slutty little lamb?"

  "Alright…" Yangyang sighs and facepalms, already internally freaking out about how his members will react upon seeing this.

  You smirk in delight as you both leave your makeshift playroom, which is a storage room, to catch up on your normal lives. Yangyang returns to his members as you meet up with other staff to participate in a meeting discussing details of upcoming shootings for the next project.

  Yangyang slouches back to his room but gets caught up with Lucas before he can retreat behind the door.

  "Yo bro, care to explain this?" Lucas holds his screen in front of the younger's face, grinning so knowingly that Yangyang has to fight back every urge to punch him in the face.

  "See no evil." He weakly protests, hoping not to embarrass himself even further, and shuts the door in Lucas' face.

  Thinking he has escaped the ordeal, he doesn't realize how bad things can get until he opens up the WayV group chat. Hendery has posted a screenshot of all the WiFi SSIDs his phone detected and circled the obvious questionable one, and all the other members reacted with either stickers with laughing expressions or words like "Our naughty 🐑  has finally got the taste of his medicine!" or "Y/N'S REALLY MAD LMAO", all of their mockings make Yangyang wants to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

  Red with both embarrassment and resentment, he decides to defy you as his devilish side begins to awake. Since he's never the type to listen well to anyone, then why should he this time? Besides, he feels his body begins to heat up with a familiar tingle again as he thinks about all the pain and degrading words that will be inflicted on him after you find out about his rebel, as he brazenly invites more with more provocative and insolent remarks, then eventually feeling himself dissolving into ascending sting and humiliation that turn into euphoric pleasure soon afterwards…

  Licking his lips at the indecent thoughts, he alters the SSID and waits impatiently for your discovery.

  Ten minutes later, he receives a screenshot from you as well as an angered message from you. "'Mistress’ bossy af 👿'? You fucking brat."

  "Just telling the truth 🤷"

  "You are originally getting 20 paddles on your bare ass, now it's 40."

  "Shouldn't you focus on your meeting first?"

  "IDGAF now. Change it to 'Fuck Lil Slutty🐑  Pls😩' in under a minute or you're getting 80."

  80 spanks? Yangyang ponders. Tho being a painslut he is, he still needs to make sure that he can function normally tomorrow to avoid more unwanted attention. Sighing, he decides to give in to you and finally obeys.

  Sliding off nearly every notification from the uproar in his group chat for this even more humiliating SSID, he feels unexpectedly even more exhilarated at your praising messages that concludes with a specific time and place to meet up for the main course of punishment that he both somewhat fears but also craves.

[darknessisafriend]

Therapy

Somehow Tumblr swallowed an anon request of smut with Leonard Kraditor x Reader so I hope this anon will be able to read it! anyway enjoy!

TW: mention of depression

Leonard sighed, he was only twenty minutes into group therapy and he wanted to go away, he didn’t see the point in this, spending time with people just as tired of life as him; what did his parents want? Accelerate the moment where he would kill himself? He had enough of himself, he didn’t need to hear other sad and pathetic stories. He started bouncing his leg, he knew the therapist wanted everyone to talk and he didn’t want to.

“I don’t feel like talking, sorry.” He lifted his eyes towards the person who seemed to feel like him. You, a young woman, wearing a dark hoodie, jeans and converse shoes. You were bouncing your leg too, showing your annoyance, unconsciously rubbing the scars underneath your sleeve.

“Y/N we won’t force you to talk. But as you can see, no one judges, and you can speak freely.” Said the therapist, trying to get you to talk. So, Y/N, that was your name, he liked it, how come he hadn’t noticed you since the start?

“I know that, I just don’t want to.” You tried to give them a smile, but it was hard when you were in a place you didn’t want to be in, the great idea of your parents. “Listen, can I take a break?” you ended up asking, you felt like you were suffocating here, you needed fresh air.

As soon as the therapist allowed you to, you quickly left your chair, determined and not looking back, you were tired of this shit. Leonard watched you leave, and he suddenly felt like going after you, perhaps because you too didn’t want to be there.

“Huh…I gotta take a break too.” He quickly said, not waiting for the answer of the therapist and leaving the room. His eyes searched for you, you were not on the corridor, you must have been outside, it’s what he would have done, get fresh air into his lungs, making him feel at least a little bit alive. So, he went outside, and here you were, sitting on the steps of the front stairs, looking at the little park in front of you, wondering how tomorrow will be, how hard you wished that something happened, something that would get you out of this infernal circle of emptiness.

“Y/N?” you were startled by the voice calling your name, and it wasn’t the therapist, but instead a voice that was unknown to you. You turned your head, to see a man, with clear eyes and dark curly hair, hands in his pocket, he was in your group therapy.

“Can I join you? I’m tired of that bullshit back there too.” He said, slightly shifting his weight on his other leg. He had to try to get to know you, and he hoped he won’t be rejected like it happened so often, for one reason or the other. You opened and closed your mouth, pleasantly surprised that someone felt the same as you do.

“Sure.” You replied, watching him as he approached you and came to sit on the steps next you. He rests his forearms over his knees, looking down at his hands before looking at you.

“I’m Leonard by the way.” He extended his hand towards you and you shook it, finally some normal interaction with someone.

“Nice to meet you Leonard. I’m- well you already know my name.” you rolled your eyes with a little smile, making him giggle. “So…you don’t want to be here too, right?” you asked him to be sure and he nodded.

“My parents kept insisting that I should come here. I was tired of hearing that, so I came, and I hate it.” He explained with an annoyed look.

“Same, it doesn’t make me feel better. It’s already hard on a daily basis, like I understand the purpose but personally, I don’t need to spend time hearing dark stuff even more.” You replied, you felt like you could tell him; he seemed like a nice guy and trustworthy.

“Yeah, exactly! I just want to forget, have fun, make friends and try to have a normal life, enjoy it as much as I can!” retorted Leonard almost passionately. And you couldn’t help but smile at this, you wished those things just as hard as him, you were tired of being lonely in your little bubble.

“Well, what do you think of not going back to this place and just have fun instead?” you grinned mischievously; now that you detailed him, he was rather cute, with his little teddy bear look.

“Sure, what do you want do? I’m more of a party guy you know, clubs, bars, concerts…” he listed with a little grin, as if it was a victory that he enjoyed those things like many people of his age.

“I was thinking of something else…” you teased him, trying not to giggle at the slightly confused look he gave you, you were of playful nature and you enjoyed flirting when you felt like it. Then it was as if he was starting to understand, he glanced at you with interest. “This.” You added before leaning closer to him and placing your lips upon his. You instantly felt him press his mouth against yours even more, he had wanted this too, since he noticed you back in the room.

“Actually…I’d prefer that too.” He grinned against your lips, his hand cupping your chin. He didn’t seem like it, but his way of touching you was full of confidence and charm, it was the most exciting surprise. Soon, he deepened the kiss, and your hands went to bury in his soft hair, the way his arms had wrapped around your waist, he wanted you.  “I’m tired about my failures, false hopes…I’m tired of trying for nothing. And I’m tired of feeling like I will forever be this fucking depressed guy who lives with his parents.”  He let out, as if he needed to release the pressure inside him, share a bit more of his uneasiness.

“Then show me who you really are Leonard.” You murmured, looking at him in the eyes and he couldn’t help but chuckle happily, nobody had ever asked him this. So, he got up taking your hand, pulling you up.

“Come with me.” He smiled already leading you away from that group therapy. You ran with him, crossing the street and reaching the park you had been looking at; it was peaceful at that time of the day and it gave intimacy to anyone who wandered there. You just loved how touchy-feely he was, a kiss and now he wasn’t letting go of your hand. And he was smiling, genuine and playful.

“Your parents will see you relaxed and happier. They won’t even question it.” You giggled, imagining the surprised face of your own parents.  

“Yeah and they’ll leave me alone, they stop watching over me like a criminal.” He replied, and he couldn’t wait for that moment. He loved his parents, but they were way too clingy and protective of him.  

“I’m sure they’ll stop.” You reassured him, you were someone with very little confidence over yourself and anxiety but with others, you were always optimistic, showing them the positive side of the situation. Though you were starting to see the positive side of going to group therapy; you had met Leonard. This thought gave you a sudden rush of excitement, something you hadn’t felt in a while. “Hey, come look over there, there’s something you should like.” You teased him, pulling him out of the path to walk on the grass, between trees and bushes.

“Really? What’s there?” he asked naively, his eyes searching around. You suddenly, leaned your back against a tree, pulling him closer to you, against you actually. He giggled, understanding your little trick, he was falling for your mischievous spirit; it amazed him, you suffered depression like him and yet, with him you managed to get your head out of the water and make smile. He couldn’t help but kiss you again, this time passionate, his hands by each side of your face while your hands went down his body, squeezing his firm butt, earning a needy groan from him. That’s it, you were completely into him, would it last? You didn’t know but you didn’t want to have any regrets.

“Leonard…I want you.” You murmured against his lips, he briefly stopped, another happy smile forming on his lips, he slightly nodded, his mouth traveling to your neck. You hummed in delight at the feeling, your hands gripping a handful of his hair while the other caressed his chest.

“Maybe I should listen to my parent more often….” He joked, never stopping his kisses, his hands caressing you; it made you giggle.

“I agree!” your hands traveled down his chest to reach his lower belly, sliding underneath his pants, feeling him getting hard. His moan died against your throat and his kisses became more heated, hungry, his tongue licking a sensitive spot behind your ear.

“C-come on…let’s do it…before someone notices.” You murmured excitedly, arching your hips against him, stroking him the best you could through his underwear and finally letting go of him to unbutton his pants, you needed him inside you, right now. Leonard’s mouth left your neck so that he could look down and help you take your pants off as well.

Once you two were bottomless, you were even more excited, feeling your womanhood barely a few inches from him. He captured your lips once again, his manhood rubbing against you, making you both moan without restraints. To your great surprise, Leonard lifted you, making you wrap your legs around him but it was harder than what it seemed in the movies and before you could understand what was happening you both fell in the grass,  gasping in surprise as you fell and Leonard landed on you.

“Damn you’re heavy!” you laughed heartedly, keeping your arms around him.  

“Shit sorry!” he chuckled embarrassed, detailing your face to make sure you were okay.  

“It’s okay, don’t stop what you were about to do.” You reassured him, gently stroking his face, and pressing your hips against him. It instantly made him forget about this little incident and woke up his desire even stronger. He briefly licked his lips, settling well between your legs and looking at you as he slowly penetrated you. He watched in amazement your gasp of pleasure, the way you rejected your head back, your arms tightening around him.

“Oh fuck…. you feel incredible.” He breathed, filling your jaw with sloppy kisses as he started to thrust, making you both moan, it had been a while since you had been in such an exciting situation and it made you forget all your problems.

You two didn’t even try to muffle your moans, enjoying the moment too much, you felt more than okay, alive. Your hands clutched his sweater as he thrusted faster, it was too good to take your time, without forgetting that you could get caught. Your little moans were music to his ears, and only encouraged him to continue, he felt connected to you, emotionally, you both suffered and understood each other unlike anyone else; perhaps you were even the one he would love forever. Because yes, he felt in love with you, some could say he easily fell in love but fuck them, he won’t repress what he is feeling for you. You playfully bit his earlobe, grinning as he groaned, you were making him crazy and you felt like you could do this forever. Your screams of pleasure grew louder and quicker each time, followed by those of Leonard, you were close to climax and it was the most wonderful feeling, freedom, happiness.  

“Leo…I’m…!” you couldn’t finish your sentence that you came, soon followed by your lover in a last groan, his arms barely holding his own weight. Then, he slowly laid on your chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You both stayed silent for long seconds, catching your breath and simply enjoying being together.

“I like this therapy.” You said after a while and to this Leonard burst out laughing, and you found yourself loving to hear it.

“Yeah me too! We should do that more often” he kept laughing happily, his thumb stroking your skin, really, meds and therapists had never made him feel this way, but you, from the moment he met you, he felt better and just normal, ready to move forward with his life.

“Then, why not make it permanent…see each other often…” You suggested hoping he would feel the same. He stayed silent at first, making you think you had perhaps done a mistake and that you would be disappointed again. But then, he lifted his head to meet your eyes, detailing your face, you were serious and had an hopeful look, and it gave him hope too, for happiness. He slowly nodded.

“Yes, I want to be with you Y/N. I want to take care of you and have your comfort.” He replied with a tender smile, you blinked away the tears in your eyes and lifted your head to kiss him, like a promise. For the first time, you and Leonard felt like you were truly alive, and part of a welcoming world.

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[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Tease

requested by anon: Hi!! , i was wondering if you could write something where the reader can read minds and she can hear that warren has a massive crush on her, so she always act confident in front of him. And maybe some smut with sub warren??

word count: 1.8K

A/N: this took forever i am so sorry! also i didn’t have time for the smut :( but pls enjoy

Monday, September 16th. 7:42 am

(Y/n)’s eyes were half closed as she looked over her calculus quiz. Getting a pop quiz was never fun, but having a pop quiz during your first period? Well, that’s just the definition of hell. 

She was supposed to be solving for a geometric limit (something she had studied for), but her brain hadn’t woken up yet. Instead, she turned to her mutation for answers. She looked towards Kurt who was seated in front of her. (Y/n) focused on him, trying to get into his head.

“As x approaches b? Vhat does that even mean?”

Kurt’s thoughts were no help, he seemed just as lost as she was. She moved to focus on Scott, who was seated a few chairs over from her. (Y/n) eyes flicked towards him, trying to not be noticed by the teacher. 

(Y/n) finally got into his mind, just to be suddenly overwhelmed by noise. 

“It’s the EYE OF THE TIGER! IT’S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT-”

Scott was too busy singing Survivor’s newest hit to himself to share answers. 

(Y/n) let out a long sigh, looking around at the other students. She didn’t trust most of the kids enough to steal answers from them, but she figured she didn’t have many options either way. 

Looking around to find someone smart, (Y/n)’s eyes were caught by the stark white of Warren’s wings. They looked so pristine under the florescent lighting, making him truly look like an angel.

Wonder what he’s thinking about, she thought to herself.  

Despite liking him for so long, (Y/n) had managed to refrain from peeking into his mind, afraid he might find out and be upset with her (and also possibly afraid that she might hear that he likes someone else). 

Before (Y/n) knew what was happening, she was inside Warren’s mind. She could hear his breath roaring in her ears. 

“She’s not writing anything either- that’s a good sign. If she fails this quiz too, I won’t look stupid in front of her. Or maybe I should try and impress her. Or would I just look like a douche?”

Warren’s head was filled with thoughts surrounding a certain “she”. (Y/n) could only guess that he was talking about Ororo, who was only a few chairs in front of him. The two were very close, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he liked her (although she tried to push those thoughts away). 

And that’s why you don’t spy on crushes, you only get hurt, she thought. 

(Y/n) tried to make herself shut him out, but part of her wouldn’t let go. She was holding onto his words, somehow enjoying his nervous tone. It made her feel closer to him, having never seen that side of Warren. He was usually quiet, but it seemed like in his own head he tended to ramble on nervously. It was cute. 

“Maybe she could tutor me- no what if she thinks I’m dumb, she wouldn’t date a dumb dude. But also we’d get to spend time together.”

Warren was running through pros and cons of asking the girl to tutor him, and he was being quite thorough, which (Y/n) thought was sweet. He really cared for this mystery girl (probably Ororo, but still not 100% sure.) and despite (Y/n)’s heart being crushed, she was happy he was happy. 

“Plus (Y/n) has the same study hall as me so it could work out great! I guess I need to actually ask her- oh fuck I need to actually ask her.”

(Y/n) felt her jaw drop, her head whipping from the front of the room to face Warren. As she turned, she caught him staring at her. His faced turned red and he looked down at his quiz quickly. 

Me? Holy fuck! He likes me!

(Y/n) quickly tuned into Warren’s thoughts once again, hearing him scold himself.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit- she saw me. It’s fine, you’re fine, Warren. Just play it cool. Keep it cool.”

(Y/n) bit down on her lip to repress her smile. 

He. Likes. Me.

She turned to look back at Warren. His face was buried in his hands, his quiz pushed to the other side of the desk. It seemed he had given up on it.

Maybe I should ask if he wants tutoring, she thought. 

(Y/n) figured Warren wouldn’t make the first move, so she planned to ask him during lunch that day. 

She went through the rest of her morning classes like she was floating. Having her crush like her back was something that had never happened to her before. It was amazing.

Now the only thing was to somehow get Warren to ask her out. Although (Y/n) already knew how he felt, she didn’t want to make that move. She knew him well enough to know that he got embarrassed when girls did the “boy’s” job (toxic masculinity in the 80s, am i right?). 

If she just acted a bit more confident and up front, he’d be sure to ask her out in no time. 

As fourth period came to a close, (Y/n) went over what she wanted to say to Warren in her head. She wanted to offer tutoring help, but not accidentally make him feel dumb or act like she was better than him. (She was probably overthinking this, but she tended to do that around him).

The bell rang and she swung her bag over her shoulder, rushing down the stairs to get in line before it got too long. Looking ahead in line, she saw Warren near the front. Her breathing started to pick up and she went over her words once again. 

After getting her food, she walked towards Warren’s table where he sat with Peter, Kurt, and Scott.

“Hey, Warren! And, uh, everyone else I guess.. Anyway! I was wondering if you wanted to study for math in the library after school some time? This unit is pretty hard and the test is next week so.. yeah.”

“Y-yeah! I mean uh, yes. I would like that, yeah. Today? Can we do today? I’m free after school.” His face was red and the words spilled out, unable to stop himself from totally embarrassing himself.

“Sure, yeah! I’m down. I’ll see you then,” she said as she walked away.

Warren nodded, licking his dry lips, “O-okay!”

Peter burst into laughter once (Y/n) was out of earshot, “God, that was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What? Shut up! I was cool.”

“You were definitely not cool. You need to relax around her. Just chill.”

“Or,” Scott said in between bites of his pizza, “Just ask her out already and see what happens.”

“I can’t do that! It’s way to early for that! She’ll- she’ll say no and I can’t take that.”

Scott shrugged, “Fine. You’re suffering, not mine. Do what you wish.”

Warren huffed, returning to his food before the lunch period ended. 

At 3:00 after his last class he pushed his way through the hallway and towards the library, wanting to beat (Y/n) there so he could get set up and look sophisticated. He opened the door, taking a seat at a table towards the back for privacy. 

(Y/n) joined him about 5 minutes later, lips stretched into a smile. “Hey! Sorry, had to run upstairs to get my textbook.” 

She sat down next to him, plopping the textbook on the table.

“Okay, so! Should we start with algebraic limits? I’m better with those.”

Warren nodded, cheeks red as (Y/n) stared at him, waiting for an answer. She flipped open the book and moved to pull out her notebook. As she was moving her hand brushed Warren’s, making him turn even redder. 

He tried to follow Peter’s advice, but wasn’t any good at keeping his “chill” around the girl of his dreams.

She touched my hand! 

(Y/n) laughed a little when she heard his inner voice. To mess with him further, she placed her hand on his arm while explaining the first practice problem.

She’s- She’s touching me! Oh god, she’s so pretty.

Her face heated up from Warren’s internal comments. (Y/n) flipped the page, reading out loud about the limit definition formula. Her right hand was flipping pages as her left fell to Warren’s thigh.

“So as x approaches h, you can use the same power rule to avoid solving for h and f...”

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I- what the fuck. 

Suddenly Warren coughed, his head whipping down and back up quickly, but (Y/n) continued reading as if she didn’t notice.

Oh god, will she notice I have a boner? Oh fuck, I’m awful!

(Y/n) suddenly choked on her words, looking at Warren quickly.

“Wh- I mean, uh, which problem should we start with?”

Warren shrugged, face bright red, “U-uhm, any is fine.”

They studied for the next hour and half, (Y/n)’s hand occasionally hitting Warren just to see his reaction.

After their studying session, (Y/n) returned to her dorm room, frustrated that Warren hadn’t asked her out when she was being so obvious that she liked him! 

“I guess I need to do a little bit more,” she thought to herself.

The next day in their training period, she had decided to partner up with Warren (who of course immediately said yes). Raven was teaching about how to throw an opponent off balance by kicking out their legs from under them and pin them down.

Oh great, so I’ll be spending today on top of (Y/n), Warren thought. His face burned at the idea of (Y/n) pinning him down.

(Y/n) smiled, loving the way he blushed so easily. She spent the next half an hour repeatedly pinning him to the ground, smiling at him from above.

“Gotcha!”

Warren laughed, “S-sure do.”

By the end of training, Warren felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Not because he was tired, but because (Y/n) always made him breathless.

She approached him where he was drinking from the water fountain. “You’re cute when you blush, by the way.” 

Warren spun around to face her, “T-thanks? Thanks. So, uh, so are you. Not- not just when you blush, I mean- like-”

“Thank you,” she cut off his rambling.

Ask me out! Ask me out! Please!, she thought.

Warren nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

You know what? Fuck this!, (Y/n) thought.

“I know you like me.”

“W-what?” he sputtered out. “I- I don’t, I don’t like you! W-where did you hear that?”

“Well, sorta heard it from you. I really didn’t mean to look into your head, it just kind of happened.”

Warren gulped, eyes wide, “O-oh. O-okay, sorry.”

“What, no don’t be sorry! I like you too!”

Warren let out a long breath, “Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

“Just wanted to tease you a bit more.”

“That’s evil!”

“Oh, you love it.”

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[the-fixation-zone]

zuko thinks his scar makes him super ugly but sokka is there to convince him otherwise and it's just ❤

okay so this one CLEARLY got away from me but i hope you like this anon!! 

Sokka really has to pee. Like, knees knocked together, doing the Pee Dance, should’ve gone three hours ago but kept forgetting really has to go. Now that he’s gotten his act together and actually left paused his game of Witcher 3, this shouldn’t be a problem. Except. Except the one bathroom in the apartment is occupied. Has been for the past twenty-five minutes. And Sokka is getting…nervous. He hasn’t had an accident in years (if one wanted to know just how many years, Katara would probably happily share, but Sokka would beg you not to ask) and he isn’t trying to break his streak at the age of twenty-Full-Grown-Man-six, but if Zuko doesn’t get out of the bathroom right this second he may not have a choice in the matter. Sokka’s already knocked once, ten minutes ago, and as far as politeness goes he feels like he can chance another knock now.

So he does.

“Zukoooooo!” Sokka wails says manfully, rapping his knuckles against the wood, “please for the love of our friendship kindly hurry it up. An unstoppable train is about to leave the station, if you get my drift?”

Silence from the other side of the door. Ten minutes ago Zuko had at least given a half-hearted “one minute!” but now, nothing. Sokka’s not going to lie, he’s getting a little nervous. He doesn’t think Zuko would…hurt himself, but sometimes Sokka can’t be too sure. He leans against the door, pushing his ear against it, slowing his breathing so he can hear better. At first he hears nothing, but as his ears adjust, between one breath and the next he catches a faint sound.

Sniffling.

Shit.

Sokka’s known Zuko a long, long time. Long enough to know all about the house he grew up in, the family he had and didn’t have, and certainly long enough to know to play his next cards very, very carefully. Zuko isn’t someone who enjoys crying. Like, no one enjoys crying, not really, but Zuko really hates it; anytime he’s caught at it he’ll call the action gross, try to hide his face in the nearest soft object or run away. Sokka’s only seen it happen a couple of times, but that’s enough for him to know that if Zuko gets called on his tears he gets angry, fast. Sokka’s gotta be careful here.

“Hey, buddy?” he asks, his voice softer than before. “You need anything in there?”

He hears a hiccup, and another sniffle. Not good. Sokka thinks to anything that may have happened before Zuko went to the bathroom that could’ve triggered him but comes up empty. He was watching Sokka kick some monster ass, seemingly having a good time throwing popcorn at the screen and at Sokka in equal measure, egging Sokka on whenever he passed by some guards (“come on Sokka, beat their asses, how bad could it be?”); essentially, being the worst person to play a video game near. It had felt like they were both having a good time. Had Sokka said something in the heat of the moment? Was the graphic nature of the game too much? Sokka starts frantically running through possibilities, his bladder momentarily forgotten. Before he can run his brain into the ground, though, Zuko speaks.

“I don’t know.” Zuko’s voice is so faint that if Sokka’s ear wasn’t practically melded with the door he would have missed it. “I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know…”

Sokka’s eyes widen and he decides now is that time to try the door. When Zuko gets stuck in a loop like this, he can go for a long while. Sokka takes the knob in his hand and turns, surprised to find it goes easily. Opening the door, he’s met with a heartbreaking sight. Zuko’s stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his hands gripping the sink, knuckles white. His face is inches from the glass and as he repeats his phrase the mirror fogs up around his mouth. Sokka strides across the room, definitely worried now.

“What don’t you know, bud? Can you tell me what’s going on?” Sokka doesn’t think twice before his hand is on Zuko’s shoulder. Zuko doesn’t look like he notices. He shakes his head once, pressing his face closing to the glass. Tears are flowing freely from his eyes, catching on his chin before dripping into the sink.

“Okay, that’s okay. Can I guess?” Sokka squeezes his shoulder, trying to ground him. Zuko nods once, his repetitions getting softer. Sokka releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Okay. Progress. Zuko will let him guess what’s wrong, which means he hasn’t gone too deep under. Sokka can work with this. But that means actually figuring out what’s wrong, with little to go on. Luckily for both of them, that’s what Sokka’s best at. And, if he’s being honest, figuring out Zuko has been a pastime of his for a while. The problem was less figuring it out, and more…bringing it up.

“Is it…something in the mirror?”

Zuko’s repetitions slow.

“Something you see? That you don’t like?”

They slow even further.

“Is it…the scar?”

The repetitions stop. Zuko clenches his teeth tight, which is all the answer Sokka needs. Sokka’s heart breaks a little more.

He’s known Zuko a long, long time, so he knows exactly how he got that scar. Thinking about it makes him incandescently angry, which isn’t very productive, so he tries not to. It’s hard, though, knowing that Zuko’s father is out there somewhere, living a peaceful life without his son, while Zuko suffers with the reminder of that asshole’s existence. It’s not fair. It’s not right.

Sokka doesn’t know what to say at first. He never does, really. He wants to comfort Zuko somehow, but he feels like all his words will come out sounding trite, or trivializing. He doesn’t want to hurt Zuko. He never wants that. So he squeezes his shoulder again while he thinks, letting the silence stretch between them.

“It’s so fucking ugly.” Sokka is surprised when Zuko speaks first. Usually he doesn’t like to talk about it, but if he wants to now Sokka will be the last to stop him. “It’s just…did it have to be my face? He took half my fucking face. I look like a monster. Like Geralt should be hunting me down, saving the townspeople from having to look at me.”

Sokka cringes, realizing that maybe the game hadn’t been as fun for Zuko as he had thought. He had no idea Zuko thought himself a monster. Sokka’s feet make the executive decision to move him behind Zuko, and his arms make the choice to wrap around Zuko’s waist. Sokka’s brain was not consulted in the matter but, upon reflection, finds itself okay with the situation. Especially when Zuko relaxes immediately, sagging his weight into Sokka’s chest.

“Zuko. Zuko Zuko Zuko. I don’t know who told you you’re a monster, but they’re a dirty, dirty liar. You are…” Sokka pauses, wanting to choose only the best words for his best friend, feeling Zuko’s body tense. “You are…. There aren’t enough words in the dictionary for what you are, but monstrous is not one of them. Brilliant. Glorious. Shining. Amazing. One of the best people I’ve ever known. No scar can take that away from you. It…I don’t want to sound insensitive, but it can’t be ugly. It’s part of you, and you’re the most beautiful person in my life.” Sokka bites his lip, realizing he may have said too much.

He’s known Zuko a long, long time and has been a little in love with him for most of it.

“Your father is the monster, Zuko, not you.”

Zuko lets out a shuddery breath, tension leaking out of him once again. Sokka takes the opportunity to tuck his face into Zuko’s neck, ignoring his own burning ears. “It’s just the truth. I’ll tell you every day if I have to.”

Zuko is silent for a full minute. And then, “Sokka…”

“Hmm?”

Zuko shakes his head. Sokka can tell, though, it’s not a headshake of negation.  “I’m sorry I’m being such a mess about this.”

Sokka tightens his arms around Zuko, burying his face deeper. He frees his mouth to say, “Never. Never apologize for that. You’re not a mess, you’re perfect. You can…you can always come to me, okay? Anytime you start thinking these thoughts, just. I’m here.”

Zuko nods.

“Um, Sokka?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you, uh, still have to go to the bathroom?”

Sokka then remembers his still achingly full bladder.

“Oh shit!”

[innaminitus]

I should stay

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to write. I’m just being plain lazy. And tired. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request:  16. Imagine being Asgardian nature goddess lost on Earth but not wanting to leave because of Steve Rogers. I'm so excited, thank you!😍 (anon)

Warnings: smut, the word “energy” appearing 16 times

Word count: 2898

masterlist / prompt list

Pain was all you felt when you opened your eyes and tried to breathe. The air was odd, different, toxic. You had a fit of coughing when strange particles attacked your lungs, oxygen was heavy, thick, plastered your insides with unknown pollution. You tried to move, pieces of dirt fell on your face and hair. One look at your surroundings and you were sure you were at your planet. It had to be created by you – your creations were everywhere; trees, grass, birds on the sky. But which world was it?

When you fell you created a large hole and getting out of it was a challenge, but you managed to do it. It was then when you realised you were naked. You weren’t sure whether residents of this planet were using clothes or not, but you weren’t really able to find any piece of clothing or plant that could be useful.

The forest you were in was big and untamed. Bushes were scratching your legs, little ants and bugs were climbing your feet, carving your energy. Wind was gently caressing your body, sun warmed your naked self from behind the trees. It would be so good and pure if only the poisons in the air wouldn’t try to settle themselves in your body.

After a long, lonely walk, when you almost lost hope for finding a being you could ask for guidance, you saw it – a deer. You slowly walked to it, knowing it would not run away from you, its maker.

‘It’s so good to see a friendly face over here,’ you said, laying your hand on its head. ‘I don’t know why am I here. I was a star for almost four thousand years…’ The deer didn’t seem to be a talkative one, so you continued, ‘A planet next to me… Ego’s planet… Exploded. I must’ve gone off with it. My star form was destroyed and next thing I remember is falling down and hitting the ground on this planet. I need to find a passage to another worlds, I am too weak to create one myself… Can you help me?’

You were kneeling now, looking the deer into his eye, but the only respond you got was a nose bump and silent snort. Apparently it didn’t understand a word you said. It must’ve been one of the older worlds you created. The deer was only waiting for your blessing and energy. Sighing you traced your fingers along its head and whispered blessings. Deer’s eyes shone with white and gold and you let it go. You were once again all alone.

You were so weak. So tired, naked and confused you felt it in your bones. It was your world. Why did it seem to be so unwelcoming and plain ugly? You didn’t create pollution, you didn’t create unbelievable dullness surrounding everything. Energy of plants and even animals was… blunt. It wasn’t radiating with colours and wildness. All you could feel was fear and desperate will to survive. No wonder the bugs were all over you. Little legs crawled up your face and curly, bushy hair waiting for your blessings.

All of the sudden you felt new, unknown energy.

‘Since when are we taking care of comets?’

‘It was not a comet. I’m telling you, it was-‘

This planet was inhabited by humans. Two men stopped when they saw you. It probably was a strange view; a woman with mess on her head, naked, radiating an energy and glow of the star, covered in insects.

‘Do you need help, ma’am?’ One of them asked you. His energy was… Odd. Manipulated. He wasn’t looking at you. His sight wandered everywhere but never landed on your body.

‘I need passage. To another realms.’

‘Passage to another realms?’ Another one asked ironically. He wasn’t looking away. He had strange vest and red goggles on. ‘Did you hit your head hard?’

You looked him in the eye. Did humans have no respect? Were they so ignorant?

‘I’m sorry, I just realised you have no idea who you’re talking to,’ You said, slowly walking up to him. You weren’t taller, but he suddenly felt small and irrelevant under your burning sight. ‘For I am Y/N, daughter of Ymir, creator of this and many more worlds, maker of the stars and moons. And you will show your respect.’

He was speechless for a minute, just as his companion. You knew that they must’ve felt inner instincts waking up, respect and fear before nature and wildness.

‘Steve… I think we are dealing with some Thor shit here.’

***

They took you to their base and promised to help you. You felt humiliated. You, a goddess had to ask humans to help you. It filled you with disgust to yourself. Where did your power go? You shouldn’t have fallen asleep for that long… Your whole power was once again untamed and submerged.

They had you dressed up in a silk-like robe. There reportedly were women in the compound, but none of them was willing to borrow you their clothes as there were still insects hiding in your hair. You were getting impatient, waiting was never your strongest suit. Apparently none of your hosts knew anything about passages and were waiting for someone more familiar with the subject.

You were told that there is usually more people at the compound, but they were on a mission, whatever that meant. The two men in the forest and someone who introduced himself as Tony Stark were the only ones you’ve met. Two of them were quite basic, just plain normal, but the one who was previously called Steve was different. Someone manipulated his energy, probably as well as his body. You could tell he wasn’t exactly real. But he wasn’t pretending either. It was like… joining fire and sun together. You wanted to touch it. To feel the heat for yourself.

‘Why are you different?’ You asked, reaching out to the warm aura surrounding the man.

‘I- I don’t know what you mean?’ He blushed slightly and looked unsurely at our hand.

‘You weren’t… Created this way,’ Your tongue was still tasting foreign words you didn’t know you knew. Their language reminded you of waterfalls. ‘Someone changed your being.’

‘How do you-‘

‘I created the core of this planet, but I didn’t create you.’

You were interrupted by sudden sound. You soon learned that it came from a device Tony kept in his pocket. He touched it few times and put back.

‘Government problems again… I have to go,’ He said and got up. ‘Sam, you’re going with me. Capsicle, you stay and take care of our guest until Thor arrives.’

Sam patted Steve’s arm and left after Tony. You made yourself a little more comfortable on the couch. The pillows were so soft you literally sunk in them.

‘What happened to you, Steve?’ You asked, tucking yourself tighter in robe.

He sighed.

‘I took part in experiment. Long story short, I was turned into super-solider.’

‘Why? Were you not perfect the way you were created?’

‘I was very far from being perfect,’ He laughed. ‘I suffered from severe diseases, was pretty weak and skinny.’

You frowned and felt heavy on your chest.

‘Are people… often ill on this planet?’

He looked you in the eye, not sure whether you were serious.

‘Well… Yes. Sicknesses, infections, disabilities, they all are everydayness.’

You had to take a moment to digest that information. You were aware that this world wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t Asgard or any other realm made by your father or with his help. It was one of your first attempts to finding out what you actually can do. And it wasn’t good.

‘This is all my fault,’ You sighed. ‘I didn’t know that anything can actually live here, not to mention developing life so advanced. I’ve left you all here to die.’

‘That’s not true-‘

‘It is. I never visited this planet, or any other I created. Not even once. And my creations are dying, they are vulnerable, weak, imperfect… That’s not what I ever wanted or meant to do.’

‘People do worse things than you. The planet is dying not because you made it weak, but because humanity is testing its strength to the point where it can’t deal with damage. It’s not you who created sicknesses and diseases. It’s us. So don’t blame yourself, because you created beautiful world and we are wasting the chance you’ve given us.’

Your eyes started to water.

‘Why are you being so nice to me?’

He opened his mouth but no words left them. He shrugged.

‘I guess that’s just who I am. The nice guy.’

You leaned to him and put your hand on his.

‘I hope that there are more people like you on this planet.’

You were interrupted by someone’s arrival. It must’ve been the person you were waiting for. The man was tall and muscly, his hair was reaching his shoulders. As soon as he stepped through the door and saw you, his knees met the ground in a greeting. Finally someone was bowing to his goddess. You slowly got up and walked to him, your intimidating posture made him bow his head and whisper.

‘Y/N, daughter of Ymir, goddess of nature and all creation, my lady. It is the greatest honour to meet you.’

You caught his chin and raised it to see his face. He wasn’t human. He was much more, almost as powerful as you.

‘Who are you to greet me so kindly?’

‘I am Thor, son of Odin, god of thunder and your humble servant.’

‘Rise, son of Odin.’

He did as you said, but was still looking at you like lost animal, seeking for truth of creation and meaning in this Universe.

‘Could you… Possibly…’ He was searching for right words, but they got lost somewhere in the back of his mind.

You smiled softly and put your hand on his forehead. When silent blessings escaped your lips, his eyes shone in all the shades of blue and green, he inhaled deeply and was floated by sudden calmness.

‘What just happened?’ Steve whispered somewhere behind you.

You turned to him and smiled softly.

‘Just a simple blessing.’ His confused face made you laugh, and your laughter made him blush. ‘It gives energy, calms your soul and banishes any negative energy.’

‘Basically it’s kick without drugs and with some galaxy twist,’ Said son of Odin, smiling. ‘Now please, tell me how can I help you, Lady Y/N?’

You sat at the couch again and thought for a minute.

‘At first I wanted to find a passage to at least go back to Asgard, but now… I think I should spend some time here. I want to get to know…’ Your sight laid at Steve for half of a second and got back to Thor. ‘…this planet a bit.’

***

They gave you your own room, comfortable bed and dozens of pillows, but sleep was not coming to hold you in its warm arms. You were tired after whole, confusing day, but your thoughts were far from settling in and giving up to sleep. This man… Steve. His energy was calling you. It was so raw and disturbing, you wanted, no, you needed to taste it. It wasn’t even similar to anything you saw across the universe. You weren’t unfamiliar with the galaxy and energies floating around it, you’ve seen them all, but this? It was like volcano waiting to erupt. Like a promise of rain after months of drought. That spirit made you shiver. You shouldn’t feel that way, not towards human. But you couldn’t help it, you could smell that he was more than just a human. Whatever someone did to him, it was too similar to god’s creation. Could they made him godlike and not even know about it? Was this genius possible on earth?

You got up and put silky robe on, then peeked through the door to check if anyone else wasn’t asleep. The hall was empty, so you went out and followed sweet scent of wild energy. It was calling you like a drug, like some inner voice asking you to get to know it, taste it, touch and play with it. Though still you hesitated when you reached the soldier’s door. Humans were still unknown for you, so you had no idea how would he react to your entrance. You didn’t want to harm him.

Slowly you opened the door and immediately was overwhelmed with the intensity of Steve’s flavour in the room. He wasn’t asleep. He was reading a book in the bed, but dropped it when he saw you.

‘Y/N, is something wrong?’ As always his sight was avoiding your body.

‘I can’t sleep,’ You said, walking up to him. ‘And something about you just… messes with my mind.’

You kneeled near his head and he slowly moved away.

‘I’m sorry if I’m a cause of… inconveniences… But how can I help you?’

‘Just don’t move.’

Within mere seconds you finally could ease your need and feel the energy for yourself. You pressed your lips against his, ready for instant flow of spirit, but that wasn’t the thing that made your stomach twirl and jump. It was the feeling of his soft lips touching yours, smell of his skin, the way his posture changed from shocked to willing. He kissed you back, his hand got lost in your locks and pulled you closer. Suddenly your heart was beating faster, his tongue was in your mouth, he was dragging you onto the bed. You held him tightly, new sensations were bursting in your brain, you never felt this way. His thumb caressed your plump cheek, travelled through every freckle and beauty mark which created constellations on your skin. You bit his lower lip, subtle groan vibrated inside his throat, his hands were now under your robe, rubbing and circling your curves. He wasn’t so shy now, his red cheeks were burning with arousal, harsh fingertips found themselves on the skin of your breasts. Needy lips were sucking your neck, collarbone, chest, soon his tongue teased your nipple, other one was being taken care of with his fingers and you didn’t know how to deal with all the feelings inside you. He was human and you were a goddess. This body was acting strange, it was needy, begging for touch and this man was more than willing to fulfil your need.

You weren’t sure how to act, but he seemed to know exactly what to do to you. He took his shirt off and exposed his muscular chest to you. Your robe quickly followed the shirt and met it on the floor.

‘You are so beautiful…’ He sighed, looking down on you. ‘Is this… A trick? Or a spell?’

You were breathing heavily.

‘Do you mean this body?’

‘I mean you. Here.’

You licked your dry lips and rose on your elbows.

‘I came because your energy drives me crazy,’ You said, reaching your fingers to trace lines of muscles on his chest. ‘I wanted to try it. Steal, eventually. But this? It’s better.’

It was all he needed. His lips found yours again, tongue was once again dancing with yours. You tried to take his shorts off, but struggled with shaky hands, so he helped. His warm, dripping erection touched your stomach, and flowers began to bloom inside you. He rubbed your skin, leaving trace of wet precum. You collected it with your finger and brought up to your lips. You sucked it clean, pure energy spilled on your tongue and you held back a moan. Steve was watching you with his lips parted, mesmerised by your actions. You felt as if he wanted to read form you all the knowledge of the world, secrets of galaxy and the universe itself. And you would let him.

He lowered himself a bit and parted your legs even more. His tip was caressing your soaking folds and you wanted to force him inside of you, your body was aching for more, more and more. You could destroy any star, create any planet now. You would do anything to feel him.

Painfully slowly he slid into you, stretching your walls and making you moan. He kissed you softly and started to move. Slow at first, he was getting impatient and fast. The energy he was giving you with each thrust was dazing you, blood in your veins was rushing at unbelievable speed, adrenaline forced you to buck your hips against Steve’s in wild pace. His eyes were all over you and you knew exactly why; you were glistening and your eyes were all white now, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of his body attached to yours, how you were one now.

Sudden warmth started to build up in your stomach, untamed, raw feeling of pleasure made you feel like a ticking bomb.

‘Fuck… Y/N…’ Steve moaned, his thrusts were getting more sloppy and wild, his lips attacked yours.

And then you felt it. It came to you like erupting volcano, flowers bloomed on your palms, in your hair, you screamed with flowers and butterflies, the bed was all in grass, hot cum, energy, vitality burst into you, heavy breathing near your ear caused tornados. And you never felt more alive.

[delicrieux]

the one for me

PART 1: THE ONE FOR YOU

PAIRING: bill weasley x reader

summary: bill and fleur’s wedding is attacked. little angst. mostly fluff. 

also, requested by @whitewolf-dianaprince, @ghostwriter050402, and anons. 

a/n : the requests are quite long so i put them at the end of the fic. i was nearly boycotted so im fixing my act. sorta. poor fleur tbh. but i love my mans bill weasley and i only make him suffer bcs my heart couldnt take giving him up afterwards! IT’S SAD AT THE START BUT HAPPY AT THE END! A COUPLE OF THINGS TO NOTE: this takes place after ‘the one for you’, jacob and mc have a curse-breaking firm, mc is bills one true love :( THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @blackphoenixfire FOR COMING THRUUU WITH THE MOODBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 PLEASE CHECK EM OUT! <3 

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

MASTERLIST. ko-fi (i chug coffee as i write these fics, and another cup would make me happy <3)

“Stay here tonight. If you go now, they might catch you.”

At Bill words you snap your head to him, your whole body trembling as you grasp you wand tightly. The unfamiliar building seeps with warmth as the wind howls mercilessly outside. The room, small, yet cosy, one of the many safe houses the Order has, is illuminated by oil lamps that cast dim shadows of you and he. The air is stuffy. You take in a deep breath to calm your beating heart, yet to no avail. Slowly, your peer away from the defeated form of Bill Weasley, he sitting on a plush couch that is lightly chewed by moths and other, as you shakily turn to the window. A clear starry night lies behind your ghastly reflection.

“(Name).” Bill calls you, his voice hollow and strange.

Subconsciously, your mind racing with terrible thoughts, your hands raise and you twirl your wand in a graceful, poise motion, “Protego Totalum….” The words fall from your lips in a terrified whisper, “Salvio Hexia…”

“I think we’re safe here.” He tries to get your attention again, yet you do not budge, “(Name)…Please….” His face falls into his hands as a low, breathy sigh leaves his lips, “Come here so I could make sure you are actually alive.” He adds quietly, more to himself than you.

His words shake you to the very core and inspired with energy you drop whatever protection charm you were going to cast next and promptly walk to his side, a short stride, really, and fall by the couch as you grab him by the wrists and pull. You meet face to face with misty blue eyes, clouded by shock and hurt. A strained smile pulls on the corners of your lips, “I’m here.” You reassure him, yet you don’t sound so sure yourself, “I’m alive.” Your cold hand moves to caress his hair, “The rest are alive, too. They are, really. I would never lie to you, would I?” Your voice strains with doubt, “What matters is that we made it out, yeah? We’ll contact the rest as soon as—“ As soon as what? You aren’t certain yourself. “…Shitty wedding, ey?”

He manages you wheeze out a laugh, “Tell me about it.” Though the last drop of light-heartedness melts away into fear, “I…really thought I lost you.”

“Nonsense, you couldn’t lose me even if I died.”  You jest, your voice still a nervous whisper, “I’d haunt you for the rest of my afterlife. Nothing in this world could tear me away from you, Bill.”

He smiles faintly at the genuine, yet morbid, idea.

The events of the first cheerful night replay in waves, in striking precision. No detail is left out of your mind, and soon you feel too exhausted to move. You sit by the couch, on the dusty wooden floorboards, your back leaning onto its plush side. Bill had joined you on the floor, his body a welcoming furnace of heat as his arm is draped over your shoulder. The two of you sit in solemn silence, watching the night outside the window, deep and scary.

The wedding was attacked. The Ministry has fallen. Your friends might be dead. And worst of all, there is nothing you can do, no way to contact them and make sure they are still intact. You must wait. Sit and wait and feel utterly useless. It is still too soon to regroup, as danger might be luring just around the corner. You try to even out your breathing as you recall the chilling message, the screams, the blasts of deadly magic that made your hairs stand on end. You had nearly received a few curses; a few less murderous ones had hit you, and their remnants engrave your already bruised body and chip away at your dress. They do not hurt. Granted, you may simply be too numb to feel any pain at all. They are but a dull ache somewhere, you can’t even pin point where. All you can think about is your friends and worry sick. Each time you drift away into your own mind, Bill yanks you back as he pulls you closer to his bodice.

His lips brush against your forehead, warm and tingling against your skin, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do you remember…when we were kids?” He asks you, quietly.

“It would certainly be disturbing if I didn’t.” You reply with a sad smile, “I’m hardly that old.”

“And do you…remember the Yule Ball?”

You hum, “I remember having to reject quite a few offers because I was dead set on taking Ben.” You frown softly, “He was so….frightened of everything. But I knew he wanted to go. He was really happy when I asked him. We jammed to punk rock all night…I have never seen him smiling so brightly.”

“I asked you to the dance, too.”

“You were joking.”

“No, (Name), I wasn’t.” The sudden seriousness in his tone made you pull away, much to his dismay. Your eyes meet and you gulp - intense and determinant, no sign of defeat, “I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted you to be my date. I wasn’t joking when I asked you to be my girlfriend in Egypt. I wasn’t joking about what I said back in the Burrow—“

“Stop.” You plead, eyes closed and quivering, “Just stop, please…” You shake your head, “I was…I was so scared and hurt to come back, I already lost you to someone else and when the Death Eaters showed up I—“ You inhale a sharp breath, your eyes prying open, tears picking at their corners, “I thought I was going to lose you again, this time for good.”

His hands land on your cheeks, pulling you just a tad closer, “(Name), I need to tell you something.”

“Don’t.”

“I must.”

“You can’t.”

He gives you a shaky smile, “(Name) (Lastname)” He address you, his voice soft as velvet, “my partner in crime, colleague, and best friend.” His eyes find yours and lock them, “…I love you.”

It feels like lightning going through your chest, a whole world of new senses and truths opening after so many years. He says it genuine, meaning every world, every syllable, and every possible connotation. He gazes at you expectantly, your expression of shock and helplessness – even your tears have stopped in their tracks, hot on your skin – as you regard him with silent wonder and admiration. You shut your eyes, welcoming darkness, as you lean onto his touch.

“I love you too, Bill.” You confess, “…And I’m sorry it took me so long to realise.”

He grins, “Better late than never, I suppose.” His thumbs wipe away a few stray tears, “You know… people usually tend to be happy on such occasions.”

You hit him on the shoulder, “You’re married, you git!”

“Then I won’t be.” He states, as serious as before, “I won’t be, for you.”

“No, you will be making a huge mistake—“

“The only huge mistake I made was not having the courage to tell you sooner.” He cuts you off, “And look at where that got us…” His eyes briefly roam around the silent room, “Maybe it is fate.” His attention returns to you once more, his stern expression softening as he caresses your cheek, “I always had this feeling that…You are the one for me. And that sooner or later…We’ll be together.”

“Wishful thinking.” You blur, but can’t help the small smile.

“I say it paid off.” He grins sleepily, briefly glancing at your lips, “I say it paid off, indeed.” Your breath hitches in your throat as you lean in, and so those he. The wind continues to howl. The last thing you see before you close your eyes is soft yellow light playing on his freckled skin. You meet him halfway and he kisses you softly.

For a moment, one single moment, the rest of the world melts away in overwhelming sensations. Worries fade into the night. There are only two people in the world, you and him. Just you and him.

 BONUS

The house is quiet, only the sound of sleepy mumbles and kitchen appliances by the breakfast table echo. Your footsteps are diluted by the carpet under your feet, as curiously and with a hum, you pick up todays mail, dropped just a moment prior. Sunshine streams from the outside, and grasping the velvety letters you briefly skim each one: work, taxes, work, complaint, another complaint, and… Blinking owlishly, you eye the familiar envelope, one you had gotten many years ago yourself. With your heart jumping to your throat, you tear the seal off with shaky fingers and open the letter.

You place a hand over your mouth as not to scream. The envelopes helplessly fall from your gasp and settle on the floor.

DEAR JACOB WEASLEY,

WE ARE PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE A PLACE AT HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY. PLEASE FIND ENCLOSSED A LIST OF ALL NECESSARY BOOKS AND EQUIPMENT.

TERM BEGINS ON 1 SEPTEMBER. WE AWAIT YOUR OWL BY NO LATER THAN 31 JULY.

YOURS, SINCERELY,

MINEVRA MCGONAGALL

HEADMISTRESS

You re-read the letter one last time and scream anyway, “OH MY—MERLIN! BILL! BILL COME QUICK!” You yell frantically, looking up to find Teddy Lupin curiously poking his head out from the kitchen. Your husband, still in his sleeping robes, stumbles downstairs, frightened to death with his wand ready. Seeing you teary and grinning brightly, he promptly takes a relived sigh.

“Bloody hell, I thought someone died.”

“No, you idiot,” You shove him the letter, “Our son just got his letter!” You squeal excited, “From Hogwarts! Our baby is going top Hogwarts!”

requests:   Ahh okay I’m in love with your writing and was wondering if I could request Bill x mc with the prompt “Stay here tonight” /  can you make a story from hogwarts mystery after the one you made mc attending fleur and bill's wedding, but the attack happened and later saw mc got hurt bad from it with some side charlie moments (also as i recall in the book ginny and molly never initially like fleur) 😍😍😍😍😍😍 pleaaase i love me some good angst and i really love your writting style~ /  your last fic just KILLED me. can I please request a fluffy mc/bill fic so my boi finally gets the true love he deserves? you’re such a good writer and I really enjoy your fics! can’t wait to read more :-) /  since you are determined to break our hearts with Bill/MC angst here I am, asking you to write Bill/MC fluff, where those two get their shit together, confess their feelings, get married and live happy together ( cause I now consider canon that Bill married Fleur only because he couldn't marry MC-sorry fleur i like you but MC and Bill are soulmates and nothing will ever change my mind )

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[dresupi]

Six Sentence Saturday Queue Open!!!

Hey guys!  I’m back!  :D  

Let’s get right down to brass tacks:  

Rules:  

You must prompt using the Google Form (I’ll link it down at the bottom) Two (2) Prompts Per Url Anons allowed You can’t request the same ship twice, it’s fine if someone else already has.   You can choose a pairing or poly threesome from any of these fandoms: (Barring anything on my [Will Not Write] List; I will just discard prompts that are for ships I won’t write)  

Marvel (MCU, X-Men, Comics)

Harry Potter (Movies, Books, Marauders, Fantastic Beasts)

Criminal Minds

BBC Sherlock

Wondertrev

True Blood (Sookie/Eric, Alcide/Sookie only)

Game of Thrones (Select [Sansa Ships])

Stranger Things (Jopper, Jonathan/Nancy, Nancy/Steve, Jonathan/Steve, Jonathan/Nancy/Steve, Billy/Steve, only, no underage smut)

I will accept crossovers from Marvel, Harry Potter, Criminal Minds, BBC Sherlock, and Stranger Things.  <3

[Google Form Link]

The prompts are listed below the cut, I will write each one a maximum of once.  And the google form will remove any that have already been chosen.  <3 

A.  Meet-Cute

I’m a cashier and you’re buying some really random products, I’m trying not to judge, but…wtf dude?

We comically slid into each other on a slick floor

You stole my umbrella, you punk!  Oh wait… we just have the same umbrella and I left mine on the bus…

We both reached for the last random item on the shelf and we’re both too polite to take the thing

You’re knitting a really long scarf and I have to know… is it for cosplay or a giant?

We both came to this movie alone and tried to drape our coats over the same seat to keep from having to sit next to someone we didn’t know.

We both ordered the last slice of apple pie, would you mind sharing?

You’re my hero, thank you for saving me from that evil goose!  

We’re both sitting on this park bench, I’m reading and… oh my gosh are you sketching me?  Let me see!

A large gust of wind blew all my papers out of my hands and I’m scrambling to pick them up before you try to help me.  Please don’t judge me for what’s on these papers.

B. Bed Sharing

You forgot your sleeping bag, but I have mine.  Surely we can figure this out.

Air Mattress that keeps deflating, leaving them smushed against each other by morning

This hide-a-bed is the most uncomfortable thing in the existence of everything and now I have to share it with you.  

There are two beds, but only one blanket.

We started out feet to head, but somehow ended up facing each other.  

Sure, you can sleep in my bed, but no one can know you’re here.

I’m sorry the hotel lost your reservations, do you wanna try bunking with me?

I was under the impression that the bed would a bit… bigger?  How are we both supposed to fit now?

Person A is a pillow/blanket hog and Person B [and C] is [are] fighting for the last corner of the blanket

Look, I know you’re awake, I can hear you rustling around.  Would it make you feel better if I laid down with you?  Just until you fall asleep?  

C.  Fake Relationship

Can you pretend to be my significant other so we can get this couples’ discount?  

Hey listen.  I booked a couples’ cruise months ago and now I’m single.  Wanna come along?  

Just play along with this until my mom leaves, okay?  

I need a date for this thing.  There’s free food and booze.  Whaddya say? 

Kisses now, questions later.

We’re really close friends, but everyone thinks we’re dating.  There’s a betting pool and everything. I say we fake them all out and make a killing off our breakup.  

Swing dance competition partners

Celebrity publicity relationship that turns real

High school reunion trophy spouse

We’re so deep undercover this marriage is starting to feel real

D.  Huddling For Warmth

Fell through the ice

Stuck in a car during a blizzard

We’re neighbors in an apartment building and our power went out.  It’s freezing outside and they don’t know when it’ll come back on.  

We finally found the cabin, but it’s taking a long time for the fire to heat the room.  

Stuck in a deep freezer.  

Character A is sick with a fever and has the chills. Character B (and C) offer to snuggle up under a blanket with them.    

We’re camping and it’s a lot colder than we realized it would be, let’s zip our sleeping bags together and never speak of this again.  

“Stop kicking off all the blankets…”  

We got drenched in that freak rainstorm-turned freezing rain, how ever will we warm back up?

Quit putting your freezing feet on me and just get over here and snuggle already.

E.  Pregnancy/Baby/Kid Fic

Surprise Pregnancy

We’re finally pregnant, I can’t believe it, after all this time!

Ultrasound surprise:  It’s TWINS!

Baby just won’t sleep

Holding their son/daughter for the first time

When they wrap their little hand around your finger

Baby’s first words

Homework help

Playing dress up with darling child

Scraped knee first aid

F.  Arranged Marriage

Marriage of convenience

Prophecy fulfillment

Political marriage

We’ve been betrothed since birth and the first time we’re meeting is at our wedding

Both of us have suffered unfortunate social problems and this marriage is our only option

Marriage law (Everyone must be married due to some law or decree)

Our marriage was arranged, and I’ve admired you from afar for years, so I’m thrilled, but you are decided less than thrilled, so where does this leave us?  

I’ve been betrothed to someone since birth, but I’ve never met them before.  Omg, who is this gorgeous stable hand who I’ve never met before?  (Spoiler alert, it’s my betrothed)

Our parents arranged our marriage and we’re doing everything within our power to get them to call it off.  Only this backfires and now we kind of, sort of, definitely like each other.  

Our marriage was just for show at first, and we always knew it would only last a few years.  Except now we’ve developed feelings for one another, what should we do?

G.  Secret Relationship

Nothing would really happen if people found out, it’s just hotter if we keep it a secret.  

Both of us think the other one wants the relationship kept secret

Caught!

Infidelity

Oh my god, is that my mom?  My family CANNOT see us together!

The Princess (or Prince) and the stable hand

We’re hiding our relationship from my ex, who also happens to be your best friend.  

There are too many bets riding on us dating for us to admit to our friends that we’re dating

The Monica and Chandler  (We aren’t sure if this is real yet, so we need to keep this from our friends)

You’re my best friend’s nemesis!  He cannot know we’re dating!

H.  Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers

Person A is the lead singer in an in-house band and Person B [and C]  is [are] heckling them

Owners of rival food truck businesses  

You’re a vandal spray-painting a mustache on my billboard.

I’m trying to open a business in a new minimall and you’re protesting outside my door.  

“What are you doing NOW?  I’m trying to sleep and it’s like you’re teaching a giant baby how to walk in the apartment above mine.”  

Mutual pining of two friends

Fakeout makeout between two friends

“Somebody bends unexpectedly”

Fell asleep on the couch with you and suddenly I’m having feelings… (Okay, maybe they were always there, but I’m admitting to them now!)  

“I’m not sure why I don’t like your new significant other, but it’s definitely not because I want to be with you!” they lied, lyingly.

I.  Thank Goodness You’re Here!

I have no idea how we’re going to get this paint off…

I promise, I woke up and it was like this!

I accidentally turned all the laundry pink!

The fridge just died!  You have to help me eat all this food!

I have been lying here for an hour waiting for someone to help…

This is NOT what it looks like.  Okay… it’s exactly what it looks like.  

I just need you to give me a boost up into the attic, I’ll handle it from there. 

I don’t know who this puppy belongs to, but he won’t leave!

This is not a drill, we have run out of cheese!

My shoe is caught and there’s a zombie hoard coming!

[thekuroiookami]

Epic first kiss scenarios for the Gom? Feel free to make it as simple or extraordinary as you want (awkward, angry, forced, long-time-coming type of kiss, etc, whichever suits you) ;D

Dear me, it took me ages to write this one because I ran out of ideas at one point. I’m sorry the last two are a bit lacklustre, but I hope you like it, anon. Tell me which ones worked and which ones didn’t - personally I’m quite proud of the way Kuroko’s and Akashi’s turned out.

Akashi

Asusual, when the teacher let them loose into the playground, you ran over toAkashi like a homing pigeon, unswerving in your determination. He watched withunblinking eyes as you plopped on the ground next to him, your legs foldingunder you. You looked at the sandcastle in front of him. “That looks cool,Akashi-kun. Can I help?”

Henodded, not really invested in either outcome. You picked up a trowel and beganto carefully scrape a moat around the towering structure. The both of you weresilent for a while as you worked, Akashi gazing distantly at the sand. You madea little bridge of rocks over the moat before speaking. “Why are you sad,Akashi-kun? You usually tell me off by now.”

Hisfists clenched as the observation hit its mark. It wasn’t fair, nothing wasfair, and you didn’t get to just ask him what was wrong. “I should be the oneasking questions. All of the others are afraid of me. Why do you keep comingback?”

Youblinked at him, surprised. “Because I want to be friends, of course.” Youfrowned at the idea that your classmates were avoiding him. They hadn’t donethat before. It wasn’t until he started coming to school with that dark facethat everyone thought something was wrong.

Hedidn’t say anything, expression shuttered as he etched the outline of a windowinto a sandy wall. You waited, feet tapping together while he came to aconclusion. You were good at waiting. You had to wait a lot for him, after all.His voice was so quiet when he spoke that you became worried he was sick.

“Mymother isn’t here anymore. She left.” His eyes had no tears left to fall, buthis voice broke all the same.

 Youtilted your head in puzzlement. “Where did she go? Is it far?”

Hebent his head to hide his face, crimson locks shading his eyes. “I don’t know.But she’s not coming back.”

Youreyes widened to impossibly large orbs. “Why not? Akashi-kun’s mother wouldnever leave, she loves you, doesn’t she?”

Heasked himself the same question every day. “They said she’s asleep, a very deepsleep. But I know that’s a lie,” he said fiercely. “People always wake up inthe morning. She hasn’t woken up yet.” He didn’t know why he was telling youthis, but you seemed to understand. You scooted closer and took his hand inboth of your chubby palms.

“Ifshe’s just sleeping, then maybe we can do something. Mama read a story to meabout a princess who fell asleep for a hundred years and then a prince woke herup. Akashi-kun’s mother is like a princess, isn’t she?”

Henodded reluctantly. “I suppose so.”

Yougripped his hand harder, eyes bright with excitement. “And you’re like aprince! So all you have to do is kiss her and she’ll wake up!”

Akashigave you a look heavy with scepticism, as cynical as a ten-year-old could be.“I don’t think it’s that simple.”

Youpouted. “We won’t know unless we try.” You thought about it for a moment. “Whydon’t I practise with you?”

Hisface shifted into lines of surprise. You hadn’t realized his eyes were sopretty until they widened. “Practise?”

“Yeah!C’mon, we need to hold hands first.” You solemnly curled your fingers aroundhis. He didn’t resist because it was futile where you were concerned. Youshuffled so you were facing each other. “Now our faces need to be closer.” Youleaned forward until your nose was brushing his.

Hefrowned. “And then?” You suddenly realized you weren’t entirely sure how aprince kissed a princess. The pictures in the books always showed them justbefore whatever happened actually happened. Akashi sighed again when youadmitted as much.

“Ah!I know their lips have to touch!” You looked at him and thought about it. “So,like this?”

Akashiwent still as your lips pressed against his mouth, soft and warm. It wasn’t thesame, not exactly, but it felt like his mother’s hand in his hair. Safe,beloved. A tear trickled down his cheek when you pulled back.

“Akashi-kun?!I’m sorry! Maybe that wasn’t it after all!” You patted his cheek, trying tocomfort him the only way you knew how.

Hetouched his lips and blinked. What had happened was important somehow, but hedidn’t know why. Akashi looked up at you. “I don’t think that will work, butthank you.”

Younodded gravely at him. “It will be okay. I know it will. Princes always get ahappy ending.”

Hestood up and brushed off his shorts. Happiness bubbled up in your stomach andspilled over in a brilliant smile when he held a hand out. “If I have a friendlike you, maybe.”

Aomine

Everyoneassumed Aomine was some kind of sex god because of his swagger and well-knowninclination towards gravure magazines. The reality was quite different.Confidence did not equate to experience, as he found out one day.

Hestrolled into the konbini where you worked part-time and dropped his bag on thecounter. “Oye, bill this for me.”

Youturned to him with a long-suffering expression and exhaled slowly. He notedthat the heat of summer had left you with a shirt unbuttoned till yourcollarbones. Humidity glistened on your throat in a fine sheen, and turned yourhair into damp curls at your neck. You tapped a pen on the cash register to gethis attention.

“Don’tyou have somewhere else to be? Like high school?” He grinned as you fell backinto the easy back-and-forth of your usual conversation. As always, you beganby asking him why he was skipping.

Henodded at the bottle of iced tea on the counter. You picked it up with a scowland the machine beeped as you scanned the barcode. “Don’t you have somewhere tobe? Like university?” Your fingers were cool from the condensation on thebottle when they brushed his. A spark of awareness raced down his spine.

“It’smy day off. Don’t tell anyone,” you whispered as you leaned closer, “but that’sone of the perks of being an art student. You can plead to a fit of inspirationand stay at home.” His heart stuttered at the secretive curve of your smile.

“Huh.Not really in a position to be telling me what to do, are you?” He followed youas you moved to restock an aisle of snacks, eyes tracing the line of your backthrough the thin fabric clinging to you.

Youshrugged and continued stacking boxes on the shelves. “Hey, it’s your life. Ican afford to slack a little because I got my work done ahead of time. I alsoneed the extra money. What’s your excuse?”

Itcame out of nowhere, dropped like a ticking grenade in the space between youboth. “You are.”

Youfroze and turned to look at him, eyes wide. Aomine’s cheeks darkened as herealised the enormous implications of what he’d said. He backpedalled with astutter. “Crap, I mean-“

“Aomine-kun.Calm down. I’m not going to eat you or anything.” You patted his shouldergently and moved past him to the next aisle. “I know I’m fabulous, but youcan’t skip school to bask in my presence.”

Asurge of relief and disappointment washed over him. He leaned against the shelfand eyed you sceptically. “I was going to say you sell the best ramen, but ifit boosts your ego, whatever.”

Youlaughed and his chest tightened with longing. “So are you going to drink thator not? It’s getting warm.”

Aomineunscrewed the lid and took a long swig of the lemony sweetness. “Here,” he heldout the bottle, surprising you again. “You look like you need it as much as Ido.”

Youlooked at him a for a long moment. “Are you sure?” Your gaze turnedcontemplative when he nodded. “Alright then, thanks.”

Aomine’sbreath caught as you lifted the drink to your mouth. An unfamiliar heat spreadout over his limbs as your lips closed around the mouth of the bottle, fittingover where his had been. He swallowed hard when you finished and dragged yourtongue over your lip. “A bit too sweet,” you murmured. “I don’t know how youdrink this.”

Hescrambled for a response, but his brain had come to a full stop and there wasno getting it to move. You smirked at his silence. “Oh dear, is thehigh-schooler hung up over the indirect kiss? How cute.”

“Don’tcall me cute!” Aomine folded his arms as he growled. “I didn’t say anythingabout a kiss.”

Youmoved closer, a sly smile hovering at the edge of your mouth. “But you werethinking it, weren’t you? I can tell.”

Hispulse pounded madly and the orderly colours of the shop seemed to melt away asyou stopped in front of him, close enough for him to see the colour of youreyes. His attention was completely in your thrall, gaze pinned to your mouth. Timestopped with a screech when your lips fitted to his in a slow, languid kiss.Aomine stood unmoving as your mouth moved over his, softer than anything he’dimagined. He didn’t know what to do. Where did his hands go? And wasn’t thereusually tongue involved?

Younoticed his hesitation. “Relax. Just let your instincts guide you.”

Aominelooked at you with a mixture of confusion, trepidation and heated thrill beforedipping his head again. This time he just let himself sink into the sensationsand his hands glided over your back, pulling you closer. Sparks of golden fireburst into life over his skin as your lips parted and your tongue swept intohis mouth. You drank in a surprised moan when he tasted the lingering sugarover your lips, his senses on fire from the slick slide of tangled tongues. Hewas panting when you broke apart again.

“Andthat is how you kiss someone, young man.” You smiled at his bewilderedexpression. “Consider it an educational experience.”

Aomine’sfingers wrapped around your wrist as you moved away. “Then,” he said huskily,“I need another demonstration. Your teaching isn’t very good.”

“Certainly.Would you like to start now?”

Kise

Ifthere was one person you avoided with a vengeance, it would be Kise Ryouta, aceof the basketball team and model extraordinaire. You didn’t have anythingagainst him personally, but his presence was a disruptive force in your life,throwing everything into chaos by sheer virtue of the fact that he existed. Youstifled a scream when he walked into the library for the third time that week, lookingaround curiously.

“Kise-kun.”You gritted your teeth as he sauntered over. “How can I help you?”

“I’mlooking for a place to hide,” he announced cheerfully. “There’s a whole crowdof girls after me trying to give me chocolates.”

Andof course he’d picked the quiet haven of the library to hide in. Why were youso unlucky? “And this is a problem because?”

Heshook his head sadly. “I can’t take any of them. If I take one, I’ll have totake them all, and there are too many. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”

Youwanted to screech at him that he was seriously injuring your feelings in theprocess, but you had learned from experience that it was pointless. “I’m notabout to aid and abet your crimes. Go somewhere else.”

“There’snowhere else to go, I checked.” His eyes glinted with something dangerous.“Besides, if you don’t want them all attacking me here and making a fuss, youshould help me hide.” He smiled brightly as the first echoes of many footstepscame from the hallway. “See?”

“Fine,”you snarled, frustrated that he had a point. Your eyes widened as the doorbegan to creak open. You looked around frantically and yanked Kise into a storecupboard, trapping the both of you in semi-darkness. You heard the murmur ofvoices as the fanclub searched for Kise, one girl getting perilously close toyour hiding spot.

“Iwonder where Kise-kun went? I could have sworn I saw him here.”

Theymoved away, speculating on his sudden disappearance. You exhaled in relief, butstopped mid-breath when you realized Kise’s broad chest was pressed againstyours. You slowly looked at his face to see him watching you with predatoryintent, eyes glowing amber in the dim light. You tried to shift away, but hishand pulled the door shut.

Youpressed back against a stack of books, cursing the limited space. “Wh-what areyou doing? They’re gone now.”

“___-cchi.”You stilled as he purred your name, the word rolling over your skin in afeathery brush. “Haven’t you wondered why I’ve been coming to the library somuch even though I don’t like to read?”

Youhad noticed, but this didn’t feel like the time to have that discussion. “Maybeyou just- just want some peace and quiet.” You tried to sidle past him, but hisarm was blocking the way.

Hepursed his lips in frustration and dipped his head closer. You blinked into hishopeful face, your heart beating a staccato rhythm at his nearness. “That’s notit, ___-cchi. I come here to see someone.”

Yourpalm flattened against his chest as you tried to keep him at bay. “S-someone?”His scent was all around you, clouding your mind and pulling you in. It wasfrightening and exciting at the same time.

Hebraced both hands on either side of you, caging you in. Pools of liquid goldfilled your vision as he came impossibly close. You forgot everything – how tobreathe, your own name, where you were. “It’s because of you,” he whispered.“Because I want to be with you.”

Somewherein the depths of your mind, the part which had watched him with regret everytime he traipsed into the library, a longing stirred. The feelings you hadlabelled impossible and filed away with no small amount of sorrow came tumblingback. Your chest suddenly felt as if someone had poured a bucket of happinessinto it. “I like you, Kise-kun.” It felt right to say it.

Kisestilled and his eyes flashed. You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for theinevitable kiss with both anticipation and terror. When nothing happened for agood minute, you opened one eye to find him staring at you with huge eyes and aflushed face.

“Y-youreally like me? Really?” Kise seemed shocked. You swallowed and nodded. Hecovered his mouth, cheeks pink. “I thought you hated me. I was prepared to waitforever until I could make you like me.”

Yourface felt hot with embarrassment. “I-I don’t hate you! I just- I don’t knowwhat to do when you’re so close.”

Helaughed joyously and picked you up in a bone-crushing hug. Your breath flew outof your lungs in a startled squeak. He buried his face in your hair with asmile. “I’m so happy. Thanks, ___-cchi.”

Youshyly took his hand when he set you down again. “I’m happy too. Can we, erm,leave now?”

Youmoved to open the door, expecting him to follow, but he tugged you back. “Ne,___-cchi,” he said, that wanting look back in his eyes, “I really want to kissyou. Can I?”

Youstared at him, confused. “But you didn’t want to just now?”

“Eh?Was I supposed to?” He stared back, equally lost. “Wait, is that why you closedyour eyes?”

Theembarrassment was back full force. You turned your face away, unable to bearthis awkwardness. “S-shouldn’t you know all these things? You’re supposed to bea playboy.”

Yougasped when he suddenly hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you intohim. “Well, it’s not like I’ve done this before, so…”

Yourhands automatically slid up his shoulders, but your expression was incredulous.“You haven’t? But I thought-“ Your fingers tightened on his shirt. “I-I haven’tdone this either.”

Hegrinned brilliantly. “Then it’s fine, isn’t it? We can just figure it outtogether.”

“ButKise-kun, I- mmph.” Your voice was muffled as Kise latched his lips over yours.At first the angle made it difficult until Kise tipped his head and you did thesame. He kissed with a cautious patience, learning the shape of your mouth withslow passes of his lips. You flinched when he accidentally nipped a bit toohard at your lip.

“Ah,sorry ___-cchi! I got carried away.” His thumb rubbed over the spot, soothing.“Are you okay?”

Youhad to take a moment to breathe to answer him. “I-it’s fine. Just…kiss meagain.”

Kisesmiled, eyes honey-dark. “Whatever you want, ___-cchi.”

Kuroko

Kurokowould always remember his first kiss vividly. He suspected it would always bethat way, because it happened so much later than it would have for most people,in his early twenties.

Andeven that hadn’t been the case, it would still be carved into his memoryforever, a burning line in the otherwise quiet landscape of his mind.

Whenhe first ran into you, it was because you both tried to enter a café at thesame time. Being invisible as always, you had to knock elbows with him beforeyou realised he was there. You turned around, horrified, as a soft sound ofpain left him.

“Ohmy goodness, are you alright?” You started patting him down to check forinjury. “I didn’t watch where I was going, how stupid of me.”

Hestood there in a state of mild amusement as you petted him, even going so faras to ruffle his hair. “Don’t worry about it, I’m used it to it.”

Yougave him an even more horrified look. “What does that mean? No one should beused to being ignored.”

Heblinked, strangely warmed by your words. “I have a naturally low presence. It’snot unusual for people to overlook me.”

Youfrowned as you pushed open the door to the café and he followed you inside.“That’s no excuse for not noticing you. You’re a whole person who exists. It’sjust rude.”

Kurokostopped short as his heart faltered. He hadn’t thought it existed it untilthen, but there it was. Love at first sight. He rubbed his chest, a curiouslyfluttery sensation beating against his ribs. You smiled, oblivious to the speedof his pulse, which only kicked up further. He was about to say something,anything, when he noticed the table you sat down at.

Kuroko’sstomach lurched sickeningly, heart crumpling like tin foil as he approached thesame table. Ogiwara looked up with a bright smile. “Hey, I was waiting for you!This is the special person I wanted you to meet.” You gave Kuroko a delightedsmile of shared conspiracy that made something in him break irrevocably.Ogiwara pulled you close. “____ and I are getting married.”

Throughoutthat whole afternoon at the café, Kuroko was a bundle of quiet misery, smilingeven less than usual. He resolved to forget you. He’d known you for all of fiveminutes. It shouldn’t be that hard. There was no way he would get in the way ofOgiwara’s happiness, after all. Then the blow struck.

“Soyou’ll be my best man, yeah? Don’t say no.” Ogiwara gave him that sameeasy-going grin he’d been smiling for years.

Kurokohesitated. “I…” He made the mistake of looking at you. Your eyes shone withsoft hope as you grabbed his hand. His breath hitched at the contact.

“Pleasedo, Kuroko-san. Hiro and I would love to have you around.” It was so foolish, atemperamental decision that Kagami or Aomine might make. It was going to hurtforever and he would regret it. But he said yes.

Anyhope of Kuroko ever falling out of that instant love with you was cruellykilled off. He had to spend at least a day each month talking to you, each timediscovering something new and infinitely fascinating. You were impossiblysweet, lively and somehow you always knew when he was there. Somewhere alongthe way you had become part of the fabric that made up his being; if someonecould see into his soul, your name would probably be stitched into it. As thewedding approached, Kuroko made more wishes on the stars than he cared tocount, knowing very well that the stars were too far away to do anything.

Onthe day of the wedding, Kuroko thought he might actually fold up and disappearunder the weight of the pain. He forced a smile onto his face and became aghost in truth, a shell that barely operated on the outside. He didn’t think itcould get any worse, but it did.

“Whatdo you think? Does it look alright?” Somehow he found himself alone with you inyour bridal boudoir as you twirled in a dress that wasn’t meant for him. Hetraced the slope of your bare shoulders and the line of your neck with hiseyes, expression soft. You pursed your lips, worried. “Is something wrong?”

Heshook his head and gave you a small smile, heart stretched to the breakingpoint as he told you the truth. “You look beautiful.”

Yousmiled, sparkling with an unfair warmth. “Would you mind helping me with theveil?”

Kurokocomplied, fingers moving delicately as he adjusted the lace over your hair. Thegauzy fabric fell over your face, taunting him with the impossibility. Kurokoknelt in front of you when he was finished. “It’s in place, ___-san.”

Youtouched his elbow before he could stand up. “Kuroko-san, I just wanted tosay…Thank you. You’ve been a wonderful friend to both me and Hiro. I couldn’tpossibly say how much.”

Somethingin him snapped at the words. For one instant Kuroko wanted. He wanted sodesperately that the yearning threatened to crush his bones. And he thoughtthat for once, he ought to be a little selfish. “Forgive me, ___-san.”

Youpaused in confusion as his fingers laced with yours. Kuroko felt heat seepthrough the satin of your gloves, his nerves tingling with awareness. Youstilled in shock when he pressed his lips to yours, the thin barrier of theveil between you. Kuroko briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss youwithout the lace, but that question would have to remain unanswered. It was agentle kiss, a soft communication of endless longing and unrequited feelings.Teardrops darkened the fabric, but he didn’t know whether they were yours orhis.

Aftera single, perfect moment, he drew back. Your eyes were wide and haunted beneaththe veil, and the shards embedded in Kuroko’s soul dug in a bit further. Hedidn’t mean to cause you distress, but what was one more regret among thehundreds? He stood up and drew in a breath.

“TellOgiwara-kun I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. And…I hope you have a wedding asbeautiful as you are. I wish you both many years of happiness together.” Ithurt all the more because he meant it.

Kurokowalked out of there without looking back. No one noticed, not until theceremony, and by then it was too late. But then, Kuroko would have argued, itwas too late a long, long time ago.

Midorima

Thedoor clicked as it fell shut behind you. The powdery scent of fresh laundrygrew stronger as you reached the bedroom. It was a Friday evening, so of coursehe was ironing clothes. Nothing short of a natural disaster was going to pryhim away from it. You hung up your coat on a hook and wrapped your arms aroundhis waist. “Hello, Shin-kun. I see you’re hard at work.”

Midorimastiffened slightly and then relaxed into your embrace, steadily straighteningout a crumpled pair of trousers. You had to hide a smile behind his back. Youhadn’t been dating that long, but by any standard he should have been used toyour affection by now. Yet he still froze up occasionally, as if he couldn’tbelieve this was happening and didn’t know what the next step in the procedurewas.

“You’relate, nanodayo,” he observed. “Did classes run over again?”

Youwandered around the ironing table and started folding a shirt. “No, it wasjust…an old friend.”

Hewatched you over the edge of his glasses, noting the strained expression onyour face. “A friend?”

Youregarded a button on his cuff intently and then sighed in resignation. “Well,more like…an ex.”

Itwas totally irrational, he knew. You were here with him, not this unseenperson, and nothing suggested you were happy about this encounter. You weren’tlikely to develop a sudden interest in them. He knew all that, but it didn’tmake him any less uneasy. “Did something happen?”

Youwaved away his concern. “Nothing, we just talked and went our separate ways. Ijust didn’t expect to run into them, you know?” You shook your head to clearyour thoughts. “Anyway, what would you like to do this evening? Read, or watchsomething together?”

Midorimadidn’t hear you at first. He was too busy calculating various possibilities. Heknew he wasn’t as demonstrative of his affections as most lovers were. Hetried, but it didn’t come naturally to him. You never seemed to mind, butsurely there was a limit somewhere? What if you left him when you got tired ofhis reticence? He hadn’t even kissed you yet…

Hewas still thinking about it as he stretched out the collar of another shirt.Midorima slid a glance at you as you rested your head on his shoulder, gazelingering on the soft curve of your mouth. He hadn’t ever spared it a thoughtbefore, but now that he had, kissing you was all he could think about.

Theproblem was that he had no idea how to ask for such a thing. How did peoplecommunicate a desire to kiss? Did he politely request you to join in? Thatseemed embarrassing. Did he just do what he wanted and hope that you wouldn’tpush him away? That didn’t sound right either. Was there a way for you toinitiate it instead? But you didn’t know he wanted it, so you wouldn’t try. Hewas very tempted to phone Takao and present him with this quandary.

Obliviousto this internal turmoil, you reached out across him. “Can I just get- Ouch!”There was a dull thunk from Midorima’s forehead colliding painfully with yours.You scrunched your nose as you tried to rub away the pain. “Shin-kun, what wasthat for? I wasn’t going to steal your clothes, I swear.”

Heturned into a wooden post, ears red. “I-I was not trying to hurt you, nanodayo!It was an error of judgement…”

Youwere confused, but let it go with a shrug. Silence permeated the room as youcontinued folding while he ironed, a neat stack of clothes steadily growing onthe bed. Midorima glanced at you again and wondered if there was a differentway to go about initiating a kiss, one that didn’t involve him hurting himself.He finally sighed and gave up on prevarication. “I-I have a request, nanodayo…”

Youlooked at him curiously, pausing in the act of hanging up a jacket. “Hmm?”

“Iwould like to…” He looked away and exhaled in frustration. “T-to kiss.”

Comingfrom him, it was such a strange and out-of-context statement that you stupidlyasked, “Kiss what?”

Hisgrip on the iron tightened and he shot you a glare. “Must I spell outeverything? You, of course!”

Youjust stared at him, dazed. He grew more and more uncomfortable under yourscrutiny. Midorima snapped out the vest he was ironing, face red. “I shouldn’thave asked, it’s an odd request-“ He turned to leave before this could get anymore humiliating.

“Ah!Wait!” He toppled backward as you tugged on his arm to keep him from leaving.The both of you fell over onto the bed with surprised expressions. Midorimapushed his glasses up with a sigh, propping himself up on one arm over you.

“Areyou alright-“ His eyes flew open as your lips fitted to his. By the time he hadregistered the soft sensation and created a new folder for it in his brain, youhad already pulled back. Your eyes shone with hope.

“Shin-kun,I thought you’d never ask.”

Hestuttered, unable to process this development or the utter embarrassment. Midorimastilled when your lips found his again, the foreignness of the feeling leavinghim at sea. It was so unlike holding hands or even hugging, so strangelyintimate. He felt as if you had extracted a secret part of his soul in theprocess. He relaxed into the kiss by slow degrees, fingers delicately brushingyour cheek.

Youpulled away for oxygen and regarded him anxiously. “Was that okay? Did I overdoit?”

Heglanced away, but nodded. “It was not unpleasant, nanodayo.”

“Good,because I have some bad news. Your shirt is burning, Shin-kun.”

Andthen Midorima belatedly remembered he’d left the hot iron on a perfectly goodshirt.

Murasakibara

If it had been anyone else, they would have been at leastmildly surprised when you fell out of the tree and onto them, but Murasakibarajust opened one eye, propped you up with one giant hand, and went back todozing. You shook your head to loosen the leaves in your hair. “Sorry,Mura-kun. I ruined your nap again.”

He didn’t bother looking at you. “Ne, ___-chin, do you haveany candy left?”

You patted your pockets and held up a sweet triumphantly. “Hereyou go.”

Murasakibara popped it into his mouth and chewedthoughtfully. “So why were you in the tree again?”

You brushed off debris from your shoulders before answering.“I just wanted to see the fireworks and the roof was closed off. Why are youdressed in a yukata, Mura-kun?”

He looked down at the dark haori with a furrowed brow. “Sa-chinand the drama club wanted me to. Mido-chin has one too. A pretty one,” headded.

You stretched out next to him and gazed at the darkeningsky. “Were you helping out with the play?” He hadn’t said anything aboutparticipating in the school festival.

He shifted uncomfortably and sighed. “It was for the BestCouple contest. Ne, let me use your lap as a pillow, ___-chin.”

Used to these random declarations, you shuffled so he couldrest his head on your lap. You leaned back against the tree, thinking. “Speakingof best couples, you know everyone thinks we’re dating?”

A low hum was his only answer. You looked him over,exasperated by his nonchalance. He grumbled when you poked his shoulder. “Don’tcare either way, ___-chin. ‘Sides, who is this everyone anyway?”

You ticked a list off your fingers as you spoke. “Kise-kun,Momoi-san, several of my friends, Haizaki-senpai…”

His breath ruffled his fringe as he huffed. “So what do youwant me to do? Tell them off?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course not. I was just sayingpeople think that because we seem friendly with each other. I mean, you’re inmy lap right now.”

Murasakibara scowled like he’d been told dinner had beencancelled. “I don’t want to move from here.”

He was so thick-headed sometimes, you wanted to shake him. “I’mnot saying you have to leave. Sheesh, Mura-kun, you really…Anyway, do you wantto try it? Dating, I mean.”

He looked at you sleepily. “Hmm, I dunno…Do I have to doanything?”

“Well, it isn’t that different from what we’re doing now.Just spending time together. Talking. Maybe holding hands.” Neither of you was particularlyenthused by the idea.

He caught your hand and twined his fingers with yours. “Likethis?”

You took a moment to wonder at the size and warmth of hishand. “Yeah…something like that.”

Murasakibara also looked at your joined hands for a moment. “Don’tyou do other stuff as well? Like hug and kiss?”

You blinked, surprised he had brought it up. “I guess? Butwe’re not dating at the moment, so it doesn’t matter.”

He looked at your face, then back at your hand and seemed tocome to a decision. “Maybe ___-chin should kiss me and we can see what happens.”

You froze and gave him an incredulous look. “But- What for?”

Murasakibara shrugged, the motion lifting his broadshoulders. “You’re the one who wanted to try. If it’s not good we don’t have totry dating, right?”

You were mostly confused, but there seemed to be a grain oflogic in there somewhere. You had to admit you were a little curious. “Okay…areyou sure though?”

He exhaled in frustration. “Just come here, ___-chin.” Hegripped your tie and pulled until your face was level with his. You didn’t tryto move away, but kept watching him with wide eyes.

Murasakibara’s eyes flickered to your lips, the expressionon his face strangely hungry. His mouth slanted over yours, hand still wrappedaround your tie to keep you in place. His lips were a little chapped, andsomewhat sticky from the sugar. On instinct, your tongue flicked out to tasteit. He breathed in sharply, pulling you closer as his lips parted to claim you.He tasted you like he savoured his desserts: slowly, carefully. You weredrowning a little when he let you go.

“Mmm, not bad for a first kiss.” His lazy stare was filledwith something hot and possessive. “What do you think, ___-chin?”

You were still wondering why your world looked so differentnow. “I- I don’t know.”

He glanced at your face and burrowed into your blazer with ahum. “Then you’ll just have to do it again, until you figure it out.”

For the first time, you were tempted to card your fingersthrough his hair. The lilac strands were soft when they slipped through yourtouch. “Yeah, maybe I do.”

You could have sworn that you glimpsed the edge of a smileon Murasakibara’s face before he fell asleep.

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Regression - Request

Requested by anon: Sherlock x reader. Readers ex boyfriend used to shout at her before he used to beat her. Sherlock never shouts when she's around as he knows it scars her. One day Sherlock and Mycroft are having an argument Sherlock is staying calm but Mycroft starts shouting. Causing reader to drop a heavy glass dish before running out the door and into the rain & anon: Sherlock x reader. The reader was in an abusive in the past. Now happy with Sherlock but doesn't like shouting. Mycroft comes in asking Sherlock to come to dinner with mummy. Mycroft and Sherlock start arguing. Sherlock is staying calm but Mycroft is shouting causing reader to shake in fear.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,750

Warnings: Abusive-ex, post-traumatic stress disorder’s regression, triggering.

A/N: Another abusive-ex related fic... I’ll say it again, if any of you is in a similar situation please, please, please, get help. Leave, break that sh*t up, do whatever it takes to go back to a normal life (unless it risks your life, then look for alternatives like calling the cops). I’ve experienced violence first-handedly and I can tell you that there is ALWAYS a way. Don’t let yourself down. You are worthy enough to get a real relationship without violence, abuse, humilliation, etc. YOU ARE WORTH IT.

Enjoy!

Road trips weren’t Sherlock’s favourite kinds of journeys, especially when the destiny was his parents’ house. Yet, he remained calm, finding all sorts of excuse to encourage the on-going conversation between him and (Y/N) to continue until their arrival.

It had been Mycroft’s idea to spend the Christmas Break at their parent’s house. Obviously, Sherlock was a bit reluctant about it, but (Y/N) convinced him to spend time with his family. He agreed as long as she went there with him – which was perfectly accepted by the rest of the Holmes – and so there were.

They arrived a tad bit late, when the moon had just risen over the green hills that framed the petite picture of the small British house Mr. and Mrs. Holmes lived at. In spite of the time, they were received by the cheerful couple and Mycroft, who was just as serious as usual.

After a long dinner, they went to bed. As far as they could tell, that that Christmas would be pacific between the two brothers. Sherlock hadn’t been shot then, and Mycroft was free from his work, so Mrs. Holmes and (Y/N) hoped that they weren’t stressed enough to start an argument over nothing.

The first two days were fine. Mycroft and Sherlock would bombard each other with snazzy comments, but that was it. Mrs. Holmes was more than happy to have her two boys at home without arguing.

“I think he is behaving because of you.” She confessed once to (Y/N), while they baked together.

“I’m sure it’s only because he has matured.” (Y/N) replied, unable to take the credit from something Sherlock had worked so hard for.

“So humble…” Mrs. Holmes awed, “Whatever you say, dear, but I’m sure he does it for you. Sherlock has never been able to feel completely related to someone like he does with you; I’m sure he wants to impress you.”

(Y/N) didn’t reply, she only blushed and continued her job.

The boys were out, smoking in secret and discussing somethings about a case Mycroft needed Sherlock to work in. For some reason other than Sherlock’s need to piss Mycroft off, the detective wasn’t accepting and that got Mycroft to his nerves.

Ten minutes after Mrs. Holmes and (Y/N) finished baking, the argument rose. It was impossible to run away from it, apparently. They could hear the heated discussion at the other side of the door. Sherlock was chill, not raising his voice more than necessary and Mycroft was trying his best to do the same.

Mrs. Holmes figured the ginger bread cookies they had baked would do to distract them and so they took them out, placed them in big crystal containers and walked to the living room where Sherlock and Mycroft were.

Mycroft was standing in front of Sherlock, who was comfortably sitting at one of the sofas. The look on the detective’s face was more than enough to tell the reason why Mycroft was so upset. It was cocky, showing how satisfied Sherlock was with himself, and even sassy.

“This is life or death, Sherlock.” Mycroft insisted, “I’m sure there’s nothing more important than that.”

“There is… Many things, in fact.” Sherlock snapped, “Trust me, I died for two years.” A cynical wink and then Sherlock turned to meet (Y/N)’s eyes. “Ah, my lovely (Y/N).”

She smiled shyly and placed the cookies at the coffee table by his side. “Your mother thinks these will calm you two.”

“I’m sure it makes sense in that funny little brains of her.” Sherlock and Mycroft spoke in unison. (Y/N) giggled and took the other plate from Mrs. Holmes hands.

The argument continued for a bit more. Sherlock and Mrs. Holmes devoured the cookies while Mycroft exposed the many reasons as to why Sherlock should join him in that particular case, getting more and more frustrated with each negative Sherlock gave him.

“What could be more important than this?!” Mycroft exclaimed, and (Y/N) tensed instantly. Sherlock gave her a calming nod and before answering.

“Many things, some of which I’m afraid I can’t tell you right now.” Sherlock explained. (Y/N) sensed the danger ahead and stood up, taking one of the empty crystal plates in order to take it back to the kitchen.

“YOU.” Mycroft roared, “YOU ARE SUCH A CHILD! CAN’T YOU SEE THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THATN ANY OTHER CLUMSY THING YOU HAVE IN MIND?!”

“Mycroft.” Sherlock begged, getting up from his seat to try and calm his brother down before (Y/N) got triggered.

But it was too late.

The loud shouting, the impact of his calloused hands against her soft skin, the pain, the humiliation, the fear… It was all coming back to her like a wave of forgotten memories, willing to drown her in her past. She was scared again, afraid that he might come back after all. She feared that she hadn’t fully escaped him, that he would be just around the corner or behind the door. The things she had decided to forget were rising up again.

The crystal plate fell from her hands, and the sound of it dragged (Y/N) back to reality. However, her instincts were still trapped in the past and so she did what she had learned: Run.

It was raining outside, just like the night she escaped him for once and for all. She remembered leaving all of her stuff there, except for her wallet which contained a few pounds and a credit card, nothing else. But being poor and homeless was a lot better than living with him for another day.

-

“What just happened?” Mycroft asked with full concern.

“You triggered her, that’s what happened.” Sherlock hissed, jumping over the crystals to go after her.

“Trigger her?” Mrs. Holmes inquired.

“Yes!” Sherlock fumed, “In this case, Mycroft got her back to an awful time in the past with her abusive ex.”

And with that, Sherlock left the house. She had run too fast, and too far away, and because of the rain it was hard to see, but Sherlock needed to find her and calm her down. He knew what loud shouting caused, he knew all about the awful man that had destroyed her.

-

She felt like she was there once more, running away, praying that he didn’t chase after her. Her shoes got stuck in the mud, and eventually she had gotten rid of them. Her hair was falling in wet strands over her eyes, but that didn’t stop her. She needed to find the street, or another house to find people that could help her…

A pair of big arms held her out of a sudden. A loud scream left her lips, but Sherlock didn’t flinch. He held her tightly, trying to get her to look into his eyes, past the tears. He needed to help her calm down.

“It’s me.” He cried, “It’s me, I won’t hurt you.”

“Sherlock!” She whined. Sherlock’s hands were cupping her cheeks, and so she placed her own cold hands over his, trying to get back to reality through his warmth.

“I’m here, you’re safe.” He said, “Please, calm down.”

“I… I was there, Sherlock.” She muttered.

“No, it was just a regression. People with post-traumatic stress disorder tend to suffer from them.” He explained, “But I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

The tears streamed down her face. She knew she was safe, yet the fear of suddenly going back was still palpable and it was taking the best of her not to faint. Her heart was beating too fast, and she was dizzy. She was sweating, and she was trembling. The anxiety she was feeling couldn’t be easily calmed by Sherlock’s warm embrace, yet he was trying his best.

He let go off her cheeks and instantly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his chest. His hands travelled to her hair, and he stroked it softly as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear as an attempt to calm her down.

“We can go home if you want.” He spoke, “John is out with Mary’s family, and Mrs. Hudson went to visit her sister. It will be just you and me, alone and safe.”

“I forgot we are at your parents’ house.” She mumbled.

“Technically, we are at their front yard…” Sherlock corrected.

“They will hate me for this, won’t they?” She asked sadly.

“I highly doubt it.” Sherlock replied as he saw his parents and brother walking their way to them with umbrellas and rain boots. Mrs. Holmes had an extra umbrella for them and towels.

(Y/N) was still shivering in Sherlock’s arms, and he wasn’t moving. His grip was tight, and his breath was steady. He would not let her go until she was better, no matter how uncomfortable it could be to stay under the rain for a bit longer.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, not knowing the rest of the Holmes family members were there.

“You’re not the one who should be sorry.”  Sherlock replied, giving his older brother a stern glare.

“I’m very sorry, (Y/N).” Mycroft spoke and (Y/N) tensed, which made Sherlock hold her tighter. “I had no idea about… That.”

“She forgives you.” Sherlock answered for her, “Now could you please leave us alone?”

(Y/N) shook her head and pulled slightly away, drying her tears before turning around. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” She apologized to her family-in-law.

Mrs. Holmes gave her a warm smile and hugged her instantly. “Now I know why Sherlock is so calm… You naughty girl, lying to me and saying it wasn’t because of you.” She said and (Y/N) giggled.

“You’re safe here, (Y/N).” Mr. Holmes promised, “None of us will let anything happen to you.”

“Thank you.” She said.

“I won’t ever raise my voice in front of you, which is a promise.” Mycroft spoke chivalrously, “I am a man of my word.”

“Good.” Sherlock rushed. He hated when (Y/N) didn’t pay attention to him. “Can we go back and have dinner? I’m sure (Y/N) would love some tea.”

“Of course, son.” Mr. Holmes said, chuckling at his youngest’ behaviour.

The whole family went back inside. Sherlock and (Y/N) had to change before sitting to drink tea by the fire place. The Holmes turned out to be really comprehensive people, and so none of them judged her for reacting the way she did. Mrs. Holmes even forgot about the broken crystal plate, saying that material stuff comes and goes, but the family stays forever.

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[tyranttortoise]

Ok so this is gonna seem like an odd question but how does the US/SF Skelebros + Grillby react when their friend confesses to actually being dead and becoming a physical representation of something (Judgement, Justice, Death, Time, etc.) after death. I'm sorry this is so weird but its for a thing I swear.

(*Okay, so ever since this appeared in my askbox, I’ve been absolutely DYING to know what this “thing” is!  Is it a fic?  What is it?!  You’ve gotta tell me, anon!)

US!Sans:

Justice.

Sans thinks this is amazing, but “OH WOWZERS, DID DYING HURT??  WHAT WAS IT LIKE?  WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?  HOW DID YOU BECOME LIKE THIS?  WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?  ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?  DO YOU NEED A GLASS OF WATER OR SOMETHING?  WAIT, JUSTICE?  DOES THAT MEAN YOU’RE A SUPERHERO?  WHAT’S YOUR SUPERHERO NAME?  DO YOU WEAR A CAPE?  I MADE MY BATTLE BODY YOU KNOW (WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM PAPY) SO IF YOU NEED A SUPERHERO COSTUME, I COULD MAKE YOU ONE TOO!  DO YOU WANT A SIDE-KICK?  WHAT FORM OF JUSTICE DO YOU DISPENSE AND IS IT SWIFT???”

Blueberry barely pauses for a breath, he’s so excited.  With every question, he leans in closer to his friend until he’s basically lying across the top of the table, the tips of his boots touching his chair, and his face inches away from theirs.  His eyelights have never been this bright, and he’s already mentally designed both his friend’s costume and his own, and he’s coming up with cool backstories and trying to think of what justice needs to be done.  

The first order of business is getting Papy to clean his room because it’s a GRIEVOUS INJUSTICE that Sans has to wade through that filth when he tries to do laundry.

US!Papyrus:

Judgement.

He stares at his friend, and chuckles lightly, leaning back in the chair at Muffet’s.  Dead, huh?  He takes a long sip of his honey, but he’s staring unseeing at a point just beyond their shoulder.  His nightmares have been haunted with dust for so long that it’s not unreasonable to believe that his friend has died before.  But for them to be dead now, and claiming to be.. something more, well..

He puts down his honey.  "it’s a little hard to swallow there.  you’re expectin’ me to believe you’re.. what?  judgement?“  

*i mean, that’s kinda my thing, pal.

The friend offers to prove it.  Stretch looks at them for a long moment, before fishing a cigarette out of his hoodie’s pocket and lighting it up.  "nah, i’ll pass.”  He gestures toward their plate with the fingers holding the cig.  "you gonna eat that spider donut or what?  i’ve got a sweet-tooth.“

Yeah, judging people may be his thing, but being judged?  Count him out.

Papyrus will make some judge puns from now on, but he doesn’t act any differently around his friend otherwise.. except for maybe being a little more careful with his actions.

SF!Sans:

Death.

“IF YOU HAD DIED, YOU’D STILL BE DEAD!  AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE DEATH?  ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT YOU CAN’T DIE?  THE MALEVOLENT SANS CAN TEST THAT THEORY!”

Sans isn’t exactly thrilled.  The idea of coming back from the dead baffles him, and he doesn’t believe his ‘friend’.  Why would they make something like that up, though?  Are they attempting to gain more infamy than him?  If anyone represents Death, it should be him!  After all, he’s got an impressive amount of LOVE, and there’s plenty of dust on his hands.  Are they trying to be more badass than he is?!  

Blackberry’s going to attempt to fight them.  If they are who they say they are–well, what’s more impressive than fighting Death?  And if they’re not, he’ll just make their death permanent.

Needless to say, Papy also gets involved in this brawl.

SF!Papyrus:

Time.

Time is relative.  Points start and stop; paths branch and converge.  Even someone without a quantum physics background can determine that much.  But, for Papyrus, time has always been something that’s made his life in this hellhole even more nightmarish.  His friend is the embodiment of time?

*nope.

They’re not his friend.  A friend wouldn’t do this to him, wouldn’t make him suffer this way.. wouldn’t hurt his brother this way.  Papyrus’s gaze darkens, and he inhales slowly, the tip of his lit cigarette glowing a vibrant orange.Just like his left eyesocket.

“heh, well now, pal..  are you tellin’ me that you’re the anomaly?  that you’re the one that’s behind all this?”  His baritone voice is low and gravelly, and smoke is coming out from both his nasal cavity and past his fangs as he leans in.  

“you’re about to experience a bad time.”  

SF!Grillby:

Greed.

His friend’s admission causes him to crackle pensively, his hand momentarily stilling in the midst of pouring tea.  The whole death thing doesn’t phase him–the only word that truly resonates is greed.  It’s something he’s innately familiar with, something that drives him to be ruthless.  Gingerly, he sets down the teapot and rises, walking around the table with long strides.  As always, his appearance is as sharp as his sudden jagged grin, and his hands are clasped behind his back.  He leans in, the white-hot slits of his eyes visible just above his fogged glasses, and his flames burn an even more brilliant purple hue.  

Slowly, he extends a hand toward his friend, brushing some imaginary dust from their shoulder and straightening the fabric of their shirt.  His voice comes out low and cracked, distorted–yet smooth beneath all of that.  Almost sultry.  

“…you’re wrong.”

Abruptly, his hand pulls away and he snaps his fingers.  Indigo fire bursts from all around his friend, erupting in a close circle that licks at their ankles and threatens to overtake their chair.  Grillby leans in further, unaffected by the heat, and his jagged grin cuts a larger white line across his features.

“..it’s…me.”

And then he holds out his friend’s long-overdue tab in one hand, the other one extended palm-up for payment.  

* I figured US!Grillby would just be a more chill version of SF!Grillbz.  

If you were hoping for UT!Grillby instead, then I think he would just be in the middle of polishing a glass, quirk a fiery brow, and then slowly put the glass in front of his friend.  Then, he grabs a bottle and pours them a drink.  Yeah, it sounds like they’ve had a really tough time, so they really need a drink.  He’s content to listen if they want to talk about it, and he doesn’t judge.  In fact, there’s no indication one way or another whether he believes them or not.  

[imagine-darksiders]

A few days ago I came down with a bad cold and only made it worse by going out to class in the cold and the rain. Suffice to say I was running a high fever when I returned and suffering from recurring dizzy spells. Im feeling a bit better today but could you maybe help a sick person out and do a scenario with the very worried Horsemen, Azrael, Samael, and the Watcher when their s/o comes down with a high fever that causes them to be dizzy and delerious? Something cute would certainly be nice.

Anon, I am so sorry. I suck. I wish I’d gotten to this when you were unwell. Death’s is set weirdly so bear with me, lets just say you’ve been somehow transported into The Abomination Vault and leave it at that… xoxoxo

Azrael: The poor angel is a fusspot regardless of whether you’re ill or not. So when he paid a visit to your home following up on the promise of showing you an ancient Earthen text the Keeper had given him to transcribe. 

You’d entirely forgotten about the angel’s impending visit, dressed in a dirty pair of jogging bottoms, wooly jumper and thick socks. Despite your pitiable state that clearly suggests you really ought to be in bed, you continue to bustle around your home. You start at a knock on your front door, grumbling about visitors, you pull it open to reveal a softly smiling angel. With a croak, you slam the door shut, not really thinking, just aghast that he should see you in such a dishevelled state when you’d entirely forgotten he was even coming. 

“….Certainly not the warmest welcome, but I suppose I’ve received worse.” Came Azrael’s muffled voice from the other side of the wood. You grimace with shame and turn to open the door again, this time to see Azrael peering at you warily. The caution turns to concern however when he sees how peaky you’re looking. “Sorry Azrael, I was hoping you wouldn’t have to see me like this..”

 “Y/n?! What in Heaven’s name is the matter? You look terribly sick.” He folds his wings delicately as you step back to allow him inside, ducking under the doorframe as gracefully as he could before straightening up again and allowing his feathers to brush against your walls. 

You open your mouth to answer, but a cough worms its way up your throat forcing you to splutter into your sleeve, waving away Azrael’s approaching hands. “I’m fine, Az.” You at last croak out, “It’s just a cold, that’s all.” The angel, however, looks less than convinced, placing a soft hand against your forehead and frowning when he feels your temperature has skyrocketed. “Hmm…” He ponders, “It’s good I came along when I did….” 

Azrael sighs and looks down at you with a strict expression on his features, “You need rest, Y/n. I implore, let me take care of you.” You shake your head rapidly, unwilling for the angel of death to sacrifice so much of his time in look after you when you could easily do it yourself…Unfortunately, the motion of shaking your head ‘no’ winds up causing an overwhelming dizziness to wash its way over you. Without warning, you begin to teeter on your feet before falling gracelessly towards the ground. 

You land with a small ‘oomf’ in silk covered arms that lift you carefully into the air, accompanied by the sound of someone humming in discontent… Azrael comes to the decision that he’d be best suited to looking after you at his home in the White City, so he takes you there at once. 

For an entire week, the angel is at your total beck and call. Not that you ask for his help much anyway. He’s an attentive nurse, constantly keeping close watch and monitoring your fever. He keeps assuring you that you are not a burden, and he’s just glad to be able to properly administer care. Azrael makes you promise next time that you’ll tell him if you’re unwell. 

Death: He’s unsure where you could have picked this bug up… Being separated from any other human by an entire realm. Still, here you were, bundled in one of his spare cowls on Despair’s saddle as he rode from the Keeper’s world. 

“The Grand Abominations have been released, the council are up in arms about it and on top of all that, I now have to deal with a sick Y/n…” Death grumbled, causing you to blush with shame at being such a burden.

“I’m sorry Death…” You croak miserably, setting off another round of coughing. The horseman behind you lets out a quiet sigh. “No, no. This isn’t your fault…It just couldn’t have come at a worse time.” 

You nod in agreement, only slightly set at ease that he doesn’t hold you accountable for your sudden illness. 

There’s a noticeable lapse in conversation after that, during which you stare miserably at Despair’s neck, while Death stares down at you. In truth, the horseman was worried. Your health had been gradually declining over the past few days and he both unprepared and unwilling to allow it to claim you just yet…. 

All of a sudden, the horseman is roused from his thoughts by a warning squeal from Despair. Death notices you’ve slipped out of the saddle and curses himself for not seeing you fall. Just before your head connects with the ground, Death slams himself down against his mount’s neck and grabs at you. His hand finds the hem of your trousers and he stops your descent just in the nick of time. With a dramatic sigh, Death hefts you back into Despair’s saddle and begins to shake you. “Y/n?” he calls….No response. “Damn.” he mumbles to himself. Pulling the steed to a stop, the horseman drops to the ground, exercising a surprising amount of care in removing you afterwards. 

Death props you against a rock and stands up, hands resting on his hips as he scowls down at you disapprovingly. 

“Of all the inconsiderate…” He begins, resigning himself to having to wait until you’ve at least recovered a little before he sets off again. Death knows he could easily just leave you there. Never have to worry about you again. Wouldn’t that be nice? 

……No……

Something deep in his gut lets him know that the very idea is as abhorrent as it is cruel. Besides, loath as he is to admit it, he likes you. Much to his chagrin. With yet another deep sigh, Death slumps to the ground beside you, glancing your way briefly.

“What have you done to me, Y/n?” He whispers, adjusting the cowl to better shield you against the cold. The horseman rests his head back against the rock and sends a sideways look at Dust as the crow settles on your thigh. “I’m getting far too old for this, Dust…” Death mumbles. 

The crow simply sneezes, looking mightily disinterested in his master’s troubles and wondering instead why you weren’t currently lavishing his feathers with scratches. 

War: The look on his face when you sneezed loudly would have made you burst out into hysterics, had you not felt so rough. 

Despite his innate desire to enact vengeance upon the Destroyer for his false conviction, War insisted upon stopping to allow you some recovery time, arguing that it would only slow you down if you got even sicker. 

“You could just leave me…” You mutter dismally against your hands as you run them over your face. War’s expression darkened, half with the way he didn’t like how you were talking and half because he was dimly aware that you’d become far too integral to his story for him to simply let you go. 

He grumbles loudly as he sets you down on a soft patch of grass beside the tunnel entrance to the Drowned Pass. 

“Rest.” He commands, turning to set up a perimeter around you, scouring the area for any demons who felt brave enough to attack a horseman protecting his sick charge. You let out a grumble of your own at his instruction, perfectly aware that you’re slowing him down right now.. 

War turns to see you staring off at the unliberated Tormented Gate, a look of utter despondency on your face. His permanent frown deepens as he marches back over to you, dropping to one knee he looks at you and finally sees the tiny tremors that wrack your body, despite how you tried to suppress them. 

“I knew it.” He suddenly snarls unhappily, “You’re feverish.” 

“No I’m not.” You stubbornly reply, crossing your arms and cursing yourself for letting your shivers show through. 

War sends you a disapproving glare, but without warning, he scoops you up again and begins to make his way down to the lake. You struggle weakly in his arms, “War, I told you I can walk.” you protest, but you’re ultimately ignored. 

Setting you down by the water’s edge, War tears a small piece from his already ragged and worn cloak. He dips it into the water and looks up at you. You just sit there in a confused and tired state, before you realise that he’s waiting for you to actually give him permission to touch you. After you give him a slow nod, War reaches forward and begins to gently wipe your face, arms and neck with the cool cloth. 

You sit there in stunned silence, this unnatural display of softness from someone called War is unheard of and downright mystifying.. 

Both of you remain by the water well into the night, silently regarding each other, one with astonishment and the other with quiet, growing affection. 

Strife: When he’d barged into your bedroom one morning like an overactive toddler, the last thing he expected was to find you still laying in the dark, with the heat turned up full and buried under piles of blankets. 

“Sheesh! S’like the council’s been in here…” He teases, fanning himself to try and alleviate some of the heat. When you don’t react to his jab, Strife taps the covers where he assumes your head would be. “Hey, c’mon squirt. Time’s a wastin’. Let’s go.” 

You simply groan, the action causing your throat to tickle and you begin coughing violently. Suddenly alarmed, Strife flips back your covers to see you looking utterly woeful. “Y/n!” he shouts, causing you to grumble at the loud noise and roll over to try and get away from him. “Whup, no you don’t.” Strife grabs you and lifts you out of bed, prompting you to let out an undignified shriek. 

“Strife! Put me down, I need to go back to bed.” you weakly fight against his hold as he carries you into the bathroom. 

“Nope,” the horseman shakes his head as he sits you down on the toilet seat and begins to run the bath, “Bein’ in that room’ll only make it worse. Gotta cool you down…” He mumbles the last part to himself. 

“Whaaaat?” you moan. “But I’m already freezing my arse off!” He places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you back down when you make to get up. When the bath is full, he turns the tap off and places his hands on his hips sternly. It’s strange to you, seeing Strife so serious all of a sudden. 

“Clothes.” he deadpans. “Off.” 

You gape at him. “You must be joking!? Not with you in here!” 

Strife rolls his eyes, “Remember that time I walked in on you in the shower? I’ve already seen everything Y/n, now come on.” You squeak when he begins to tug at the bottom of your shirt and you cross your arms over your stomach crossly. 

“Strife, this is ridiculous. I don’t need you playing nursemaid, I was perfectly fine just wallowing in my room. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going back to bed.” The whole speech comes out as a croak but you feel you’ve made your point, ambling past the horseman, you barely make it to the door when you’re overcome with a spell of dizziness. You collapse backwards into a solid wall of muscle that catches you with a smug, “Hmmph.” 

You’re only vaguely aware of Strife carefully removing your pjs and lowering you into the luke-warm water. Instantly, your teeth start chattering and you shiver violently. Strife grimaces, obviously broken up over how miserable you look. 

“Sorry kiddo,” he apologises quietly, “But this’ll help in the long run, trust me.” The visceral embarrassment of having Strife see you naked up close disappears the moment your body hit the water. The horseman stays beside you, tense with the urge to just grab you and rush you somewhere warm. But he stops himself, knowing it’d only make the fever worse. After 5 minutes of torture on both your ends, he finally lifts you out of the bath and you weakly reach for a warm fluffy towel. Strife drapes it over you but stops you when you start to rub your arms with it fervently. “Stop that. Can’t go warming yourself up again, not just yet.” he states. 

You sit there with him on the bathroom floor as he pulls you backwards to sit in his lap, cursing him out for being so damn helpful but at the same time, grateful that he cares enough to want to help. 

Fury: Her caring nature shone forth the minute she discovered you trying to leave your home whilst still feverishly ill. She’d been on her way to see you when she spotted your timely escape, spotting that something wasn’t right with the way you moved. She lurches forwards as you stumbled down the steps and just managed to catch you before you fell to the ground.

“Uggh, Fury?” You groan dazedly, peering up at her stern face as she lifts you effortlessly into a bridal carry, taking you back inside. 

She sets you on your sofa and begins to busy herself with grabbing all sorts of things from your cupboards. Once properly equipped, Fury rushes back to your side and sits on the sofa beside your head. She hands you a glass filled with a suspicious looking liquid and a packet of paracetamol. 

“I don’t know how many of those a human is supposed to take, but they were in your drawer and I saw the word painkiller so…” she trails off when you begin to sneeze, pulling a box of tissues off the windowsill and handing you one. You blow your nose and want to weep at the look of sympathy your horseman is giving you. 

“What are doing here?” You wheeze out. She looks a little alarmed at the hoarseness of your voice but chooses not to comment on it. 

“Why, I came to visit my favourite human, of course.” She winks. “And a damn good job I did…” came the displeased growl a moment later. “What were you thinking? Going out in this state. Do you know how vulnerable you are?” She demands. 

You’re barely able to defend yourself under her smouldering glare, spluttering out between coughs, “I thought some fresh air might do me good.” Fury sighs frustratedly as her eyes soften considerably. She places a hand on top of your own and bends slightly to be closer to your face. You try and refrain from coughing all over her. 

“You needn’t worry about doing yourself any good. I’m here now. I’ll be looking after you for the time being.” She finishes her sentence with a firm nod, unwavering in the matter even as you try to protest. Fury holds her hand up to quiet you, “I will not leave you here on your own until you’re better.” she claims, loudly. “Now hush, tell me…..what would you like to eat?” 

For the next few days, Fury confines you to the sofa or your bed. Making you rest and sweat out the fever until it subsides. In actuality, despite your illness, you do have a good time with her as your temporary roommate. Fury watches television with you, she tells you horror stories from Hell and the amazing places she’s been. At night, she makes you as comfortable as possible with pillows galore and sleeps right next to you, telling you to wake her should you need absolutely anything.

The Watcher: “Eugh….” It is possible for a creature without a mouth to grimace, evidently. You sneeze into your hand again, trying to keep your face pointed away from the Watcher for his sake. 

“Humans….” he hisses, “Are quite possibly the most revolting creatures when it comes to bodily functions.” 

You turn to send him a sidelong glare as you stumble alongside it behind the horseman. “I’ve got a cold, Watcher. It’s not exactly something I can help.” You grunt. 

It rolls all six of its eyes and flits in front of you, taking in the languid way you’re walking and the droop in your eyes. It growls for a moment, before turning to bark at War. “Horseman! Slow down, the human can hardly keep up.” The horseman turns to fix a steady gaze in your direction, ultimately he must have agreed with the sprite because he huffs and nods towards a still standing bench. You breathe out a thanks and move over to slump onto it, half expecting the Watcher to disappear into War’s gauntlet now that you were still. 

So it came as something of a shock when it  suddenly hovered directly in front of your face, what looked like a coat in it’s long, slender claws. “Here.” It shoved someone’s century old coat into your arms without ceremony. You stare up at the Watcher with a mix of curiosity and gratitude. 

“Thanks,” you say, laying the coat around your shoulders, “Really, that was good of you.” 

The Watcher gives the impression that it’s sneering when it turns it’s head down to you again, having bee avoiding your eyes. “Your teeth were chattering loud enough to wake the dead.” It complained, but still leant itself forward and tugged the coat closed around your body. It pulled away quickly upon realising what it was doing, hissing at the smile that played at the corners of your mouth.

“Shutup Y/n.” it seethed. 

“I didn’t say anything.” You return, sneaking a content glance up at it, noticing that it had still yet to return to War’s gauntlet. You blink upon the secondary realisation that hit you….

The Watcher actually called you by your name. 

Samael: The demon growled possessively when you got up to try and stretch your legs. You groan in defeat as he, yet again, lifted an enormous, clawed hand to grab you and pull you back into his stomach. 

You’d been sick for a few days now and the stifling heat of Samael’s throne room was doing little to help the fever along. It was the equivalent of nighttime, and Samael had laid down in his lavish bed with you at his side. But the heat had made you restless, as exhausted as you were, you’d needed to get up and do something. 

Sniffling, you moan when he presses you against him with another irritated snuff of air from his nose. “Stop trying to escape.” He grumbles sleepily, flicking his tail to curl itself around your leg in a guarding gesture. 

“I’m not trying to escape,” you mumble, “I can’t sleep. I thought a walk might wear me out.” Samael lets out a rush of air as he sits up in bed and yawns widely, allowing you to catch sight of his intimidating fangs. Then, he stands up, stretching his wings out behind him and offering you a hand. You blink at it in confusion so he sighs. 

“If you won’t sleep, I’ll take you for your little walk.” He shakes himself, his armour clinking and creaking loudly in the quiet of his chambers. You ignore his hand and make your own way to the edge of the bed, placing your feet on the warm ground. You struggle to your feet and take a few steps forward, but your new position of begin upright causes you to start feeling a little dizzy. You shake your head to be rid of the feeling but it only increases and before you know it, you’re teetering sideways and nearly fall down the stone steps that lead up to the Prince’s bed had he not snatched you up and set you on his shoulder. 

“Hmm, I’d half a mind just to let you fall.” He smirked, “It may have taught you a lesson not to refuse my aid.” You roll your eyes and lift yourself up into a more comfortable position, leaning against the side of Samael’s head. His eyes flick to you for a moment before he starts to walk. The air rushing past as he strolls through his Hellish home is cool enough to coax a happy, relieved sigh from your lips. 

Samael takes you to one of his overhanging, craggy ‘balconies’ standing there to survey his territory whilst you turn your gaze upwards to the sky. He stays there for a long time, waiting. 

He needn’t wait long until he feels your body begin to slump sideways off his shoulder. Swiftly, the Dark Prince reaches his arm around to catch you before you can tumble from his shoulder completely, the fever sleep having finally taken over you. He looks down at you in his hand for a moment, his fierce brow pulling together in a secret moment of worry. Snorting, Samael turns, making his way steadily back to your shared bed.