#i didn't mean to spend so much time on this

[kathaynesart]

And here we go. For the full experience I would recommend reading while listening to THIS SONG. It inspired a vast majority of the scene as well as the timing, though I fear you'd have to read pretty fast to get to the ending at the same time as the song ends, so uh... good luck! Trigger warnings below:

The Day the Sky Bled Red

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Whew. I'm so glad to finally be done with these big updates. After over a year I will finally be able to return to my smaller update format.

Some keen viewers might notice the reuse of certain shots from the series. There is very much intentional, though the reason for this will not be made clear until the ending of the arc.

As of the final shot we are FINALLY back to present-day in the Replica timeline (if it wasn't obvious). I'd drop in a timeline for reference but uh... I maxed out on the Tumblr images. Oh well. Hopefully the context clues were enough to help though!

I do want to take a moment to TED Talk about Raph's ninpo, if that's alright. Unlike his brothers, Raph didn't really spend much time trying to come up with unique ways of using his abilities. Why improve what already worked for him? However, I do think one interesting ability could have come naturally to him over time. I always found his way of mentally connecting with his brothers as "Mind Raph" to be a fascinating joke in the series. They way he could help and communicate with his brothers is something that was always really important to him and I see that ability bleeding into his ninpo. Because of this I feel that his Raph clones were always able to find and reach his brothers no matter the distance. His ability to interact with them at the same time was something he was still learning in the series, like when Mind Raph apologized to Leo for taking a moment too long to respond because he was busy helping someone else. Because of this I see his clones being able to react and communicate independently (kind of like Naruto clones), but are in constant connection to the original source, Raph himself. This made it really easy for Raph to relay information to the brothers, though it was seldom needed since Donnie's ninpo tech normally had that covered. On another note, I also wanted to make a point that whenever one of the brothers died in the bad future timeline, it was when they were separated from their brothers. I always liked in the movie how it wasn't until the brothers worked together that they were able to regain their abilities, confront the Krang, and even open portals to different dimensions. I wanted that lesson to resonate in Replica as well, even if subtly. Anyways, thanks for coming to my TED Talk!

The rest of the arc will be a lot less action, but still plenty more emotions. I can't promise that we won't be doing more flashbacks in the future but nothing to the extent of the "Holiday Special." We got a story to get through after all!

Thank you so much everyone for your patience with me as I slowly inch my way through this big story. It means a lot to me! I promise the next update will not be so emotionally draining.

[ultramaga]

Rich doesn't mean much. I'll give an example. If a middle class Westerner travels, they find they are considered a target in most places, because - compared to the people elsewhere - they are rich. Growing up, I had relatives that had computers, that would get a decent stereo system, that had caviar a few times a year and they would travel overseas on holidays. That seemed insanely wealthy to me. They travelled to Beverly Hills at one stage, just to look around, only to be picked up by the police immediately. Why? Because compared to the locals, they looked poor.

I think it was Rupert Murdoch who was in a lift with a billionaire who was boasting about gambling while they were in Las Vegas. Murdoch offered to wager a billion dollars on something. The other man declined. A billionaire is wealthy but is nothing compared to the people who are at the top. And even then it could be argued that there are higher elites, since there are men and women who can order the billionaires of their country to give them their property and assets and kneel on the chopping board. Xi, in China, is an absolute dictator not seen since Mao. If he wants anything you have, it is his.

I don't know if there's any level of wealth where you don't worry. Rich people can and are embezzled or just robbed, to the point of poverty. And you can become a prime candidate for kidnapping. I knew a woman who had been rich all her life, but lost everything because an accountant her family had always trusted had quietly moved everything overseas, then disappeared, leaving them destitute.

And one thing that was near universal with lottery winners was that after a year or so, they had nothing to show for it, or were actually worse off. Sudden wealth means disaster if you don't know how to manage not only money, but the sudden pressure from relatives etc to spend it on them. One thing they noticed in Australia was that the old Housing Commision here was a failure for aboriginals. Why? Because the indigenous culture was communist. So as soon as you had anything, it was someone else's, and they would come over and trash your stuff. Aboriginals just wrecked all the free housing they were given because they didn't value any of it, and the few who tried to climb out of the crab bucket were pulled back down. The government has moved since to more providing rent assistance, which is horrible for the disabled because it is quite legal for real estates to discriminate against them, and they are inclined to because disability covers people with severe mental illness, or drug addictions, where they will trash whatever accomodation they are in, or steal from their neighbours, or even burn down the place trying to make meth. So how much is wealthy? A million in assets? That barely gets you a house in Sydney. A billion? Great - but you can be wiped out by illness or divorces. In fact, divorce seems to be the likely fate for any male, meaning they become poorer, meaning they have less assets, less chance of finding a new mate ...

And then you can be arrested and imprisoned because the judge doesn't care what you do earn, they care what you hypothetically might earn according the judge's estimations, and they don't care if their beliefs don't match the reality. If the judge thinks your wife deserves twenty million a year for pedicures, but you can only earn ten, ten million dollars is poverty.

Oliver Warbucks: STILL, I’VE BEEN RICH AND POOR, AND A POOR MAN SURE HAS A LOT LESS TO WORRY ABOUT- Annie: YEAH- AND A LOT LESS TO EAT, SOME TIMES- I’D RATHER WORRY ‘BOUT A FEW MILLIONS I HAD THAN ‘BOUT HOW TO GET TWO BITS-

[lyvhie]

omg hiii, i’ve been in my haechan feels lately, especially with him looking unreal from the seoul shows. can we get possessive haechan?? like i swear that man loves his girl down bad, absolutely in love, and he’s so possessive of her like not in a toxic weird way, but like a hot cute endearing way like a way that would make me push him into the dressing room of a clothes store and give him the most best and deserved head he’s ever gotten bc if there’s anything i love, it’s a man who’s down baddd

── .✦ moments of appreciation

lee donghyuck x fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ ࣪cw: smut, fluff (?), oral (m), deep throat, public sex. 𓂃 ࣪˖ a/n: hi anon... you're so right... i think about this everyday, i meed him in every ways possible, you dont get it... please, enjoy!!! (no, i have nothing for valentine's day, maybe next year, babes 😜😜)

Donghyuck never thought he could love someone the way he loves you. He couldn't quite put into words everything that made him love you, you were simply it for him, perfect in all the right ways.

Yes, you had your imperfections, but to him, love was never about perfection. It wasn't about logic or reason, it simply was. Anyone could love something for all the good it offered, but real love, the kind that mattered, was about embracing everything, even the flaws. And that's exactly how he loved you—completely, without hesitation, without conditions.

He had thought about this before. You could break his heart, shatter him beyond repair, or commit the worst sins imaginable, and he would still love you—helplessly, foolishly. It didn't matter if it sounded irrational, maybe even a little insane. The truth was simple: he would do anything for you, no matter the cost.

But the best part? You were his. No one else's, just his. The thought alone made his chest swell with something dangerously close to obsession. Out of everyone in the world, you had chosen him, and that was a privilege he would never take lightly. You were his, and he was just as much yours, bound to you in a way that felt absolute, unshakable.

And that’s why, even after what felt like days sitting on that little couch, watching you step out of the dressing room in a different outfit each time, he still felt like he was having the best day of his life. Then again, every day felt like the best as long as you were in it.

Really, was there any better way to spend his time than watching his pretty girl try on pretty clothes?

“What do you think about this one?” You asked again, the same question you’d been repeating since the first outfit change.

Donghyuck looked up from his phone, his eyes immediately locking onto you.

“I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” he said with a bright smile, letting his gaze travel up and down twice.

“Hyuck, come on,” you rolled your eyes. “You said that the last fifteen times. You’re being useless,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“How is it my fault that you look stunning in everything?” he shot back, tilting his head with a smirk.

You sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I need actual feedback, not just you being a flirt.”

Donghyuck leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he gave you a once-over, this time, with a more thoughtful expression. “Okay, fine. Turn around.”

You did as he said, giving him a little twirl before facing him again, an expectant look on your face.

He hummed, tapping his chin dramatically. “I mean… it is a really nice outfit,” he said slowly, making you narrow your eyes at him.

“But?”

“But I still think you are the best part of it,” he grinned, dodging the throw pillow you immediately launched at him.

He got up from his seat, laughing as he walked toward your grumpy figure, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Aw, don't look at me like that, gorgeous," he teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek and chuckling when you turned your face away. "Why are you so worried about this anyway?" he asked, tightening his grip slightly when you tried to pull away.

You hesitated for a moment before sighing. "It's for the reunion," you admitted, avoiding his gaze.

Donghyuck blinked, then tilted his head. "The high school thing?"

"Yes, the high school thing," you huffed. "I don't know, I just... want to look good. It's been years, and I'll be seeing people I haven't seen since we were all awkward teenagers."

His lips curled into a teasing smirk. "Ohhh, I get it now," he cooed. "You wanna show off a little, huh?"

You shot him a glare. "It's not like that—”

"It is like that," he interrupted, grinning. "And honestly? You should. You're hot. Let them eat their hearts out."

Despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head as he pinched your sides playfully.

"I'm serious, baby. You're stressing over nothing. Just look at you," he said, taking your hand and turning you toward the mirror. His arms wrapped around your waist again, and he rested his chin on your shoulder. "You're breathtaking, the most beautiful woman in the universe and beyond. You could show up in pajamas and still look like a goddess."

You thought you'd be used to his endless flattery by now, but somehow, you never were. It was always sweet, never failing to make your heart skip a beat.

You glanced at him through the mirror, your worries slowly fading as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

"You're so dramatic," your tone warm as you rolled your eyes but leaned back into him anyway.

"I'm just telling the truth," he murmured, pressing his nose against your neck. "It's not my fault my overthinking girlfriend needs constant reminders of how stunning she is."

You huffed, but the way your lips twitched betrayed you. "Well, maybe if someone gave me actual opinions instead of just approving everything i wear, I wouldn't have to overthink."

Donghyuck chuckled, swaying you gently in his arms. "Fine, fine. If you really want my expert opinion..." He paused, pretending to scrutinize your reflection in the mirror.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting. "And?”

“Don’t wear this dress.”

“What? Why?” You frowned, glancing at your reflection. “I actually liked this one the most. Does it really look that bad?”

“I never said that,” his hands trailing up and down your waist. “You look incredible, love, but it feels a little too formal for the occasion. The second one you tried fits the vibe better. Plus, it’ll probably be more comfortable… you know, in case we need to make a quick getaway.”

Yeah, he wouldn't admit it, but he wanted you to wear it just for him. You looked too beautiful in it, almost unfairly so, the idea of anyone else seeing you like this, soaking in the sight of you, were a big no-no. Unwanted attention (read: any attention that wasn’t exclusively his) was simply not an option.

“Oh, so you’re already planning our escape before we even get there?” You raised your brows, crossing your arms. “Really?”

Donghyuck chuckled, tightening his grip on your waist as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Baby, please. I know you," his voice laced with amusement. "You won't last more than an hour before you start getting annoyed at half the people there. You'll smile, nod, pretend to listen, and then, you'll be counting the minutes until we leave."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze in the mirror, a smug grin on his lips. "So, yeah, I'm already planning our escape. Just being a good boyfriend and thinking ahead.”

"Okay, maybe you have a point," you teased, rolling your eyes as you turned to face him, looping your arms around his neck. "Guess I should thank my thoughtful boyfriend for planning ahead."

"Just doing the bare minimum for my girl," he smiled, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "Now that we've finally settled on an outfit and I’ve reminded you how perfect you are, can I spoil you and pay for everything you liked?"

You held his gaze, your heart doing that little flutter it always did when he looked at you like that, like you were his entire universe. It was almost overwhelming, the way his eyes softened, filled with something so pure, so consuming.

If love had a shape, a form, a physical presence, you were sure it lived in the way Haechan looked at you. The same way a loyal pet would gaze at their favorite person, full of unconditional adoration, unwavering and endless. His pupils were blown wide, his expression a mix of devotion and something deeper, something you couldn't quite put into words.

“Baby, please, don’t tell me you’re going to refuse again,” he whined at your silence, pouting a little. “Why do you love to ruin my happiness? It's my duty to—”

“I love you, Lee Donghyuck,” you said softly, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss.

He was surprise by the sudden words and actions, but his shoulders instantly relaxed as he melted into your embrace. He kissed you back with equal passion, murmuring between the kisses, “I love you too,” before peppering your lips with more soft kisses as you pulled away, only for him to chase after you, craving more of your touch.

You couldn't help but giggle at the way he whined in protest when you pulled away for good, placing your hands on his chest to stop him. Biting your lip, you glanced around before tugging his hand, a playful glint in your eyes as you whispered, "Come with me." And just like that, you pulled him into the dressing room.

"What are you doing?" he asked, slightly confused, though he wasn't exactly opposed to whatever you had in mind.

"Just saying thank you for being the sweetest boyfriend ever," you murmured, sinking to your knees in front of him, your hands sliding up his thighs as you looked up at him.

Oh, he knew exactly what was happening. God, he couldn't believe it. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his heart pounded, the sight of you like this making his pants uncomfortably tight.

"Are you sure, love?" his voice softer now, laced with anticipation. His eyes flickered to the curtain, hesitant for only a second as you unbuttoned his pants. "This isn't really the best place to—"

A low groan slipped from his lips as your hand firmly cupped his growing hardness, cutting off whatever weak protest he was about to make.

"Be quiet, Hyuck," you scolded, palming him again. He sucked in a sharp breath, biting his bottom lip to stifle any sound as a dark spot began to form on his underwear.

“Fuck, hurry up,” he hissed, any previous hesitation now completely forgotten.

You smirked at his impatience but didn’t tease him, at least, not too much. Slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you tugged them down just enough to free his cock, standing hard and eager, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched with each movement. His chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm as he leaned back against the wall, his gaze locked onto you, dark with need. His cock twitched in your grip, another bead of precum spilling from the tip, proof of just how desperate he already was for you.

You merely smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his tip before running your tongue along his length, savoring the way he tensed under your touch. His head fell back against the wall, his breathing growing heavier, his thighs trembling slightly as you took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him in deeper.

"Shit—" He bit down on his fist to muffle the groan that nearly slipped, his other hand instinctively threading through your hair, not to control your pace but just to feel you closer, to ground himself in the pleasure you were giving him.

The muffled sounds of the store outside felt like a distant hum, completely drowned out by the way your tongue moved so perfectly against him. His not-so-soft moans filled the small space, each one making your core tighten with satisfaction. You sucked on the tip of his cock before slowly pulling away, letting it slip from your lips with a sinful pop, but your hand never stopped stroking him.

"Hyuck, you're being too loud," you scolded in a hushed tone, glancing up at him with a mix of amusement and warning.

“Don't stop,” he whined, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with desperation. His hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing your warmth. Even the slightest brush of your lips against his tip had his knees trembling.

You let out a soft chuckle, watching the way he was falling apart just from your touch. His fingers tightened in your hair, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to push you down onto him the way he so desperately wanted.

“You’re so needy,” you teased, your breath ghosting over his sensitive tip, making him shudder.

“And whose fault is that?” he shot back, his voice strained, breathing heavily.

Instead of answering, you wrapped your lips around him once more, taking him in deeper this time. His head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, a broken moan escaping his lips as his grip in your hair loosened for a moment, only to tighten again when your tongue flicked over his slit.

Was he dead, and this was paradise? If not, it had to be the closest thing to it. His legs nearly gave out when he felt your throat tighten around him, the sudden sensation ripping a loud moan from his lips. Your nails dug into his thighs in warning, silently telling him to keep quiet. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his breathing ragged as he fought to control himself, but with the way your mouth worked on him, it was becoming nearly impossible.

He looked down at you, and what a sight. The way your lips stretched around him, the glint in your eyes as you took him deeper—it was enough to make his head spin. The pleasure was overwhelming, pushing him closer to the edge. His hips moved on their own, chasing that high, silently begging you to go faster, to take him there.

You gave in to his desires, quickening your pace, sucking with more intensity, while your hand skillfully massaged his balls, each movement pushing him closer to the edge. The rhythm of your actions seemed to drive him wild, his breath ragged as he struggled to hold on.

His body tensed, his head spinning as he reached his peak, hot spurts of cum filling your mouth. His fingers tightened in your hair, urging you closer as his hips jerked forward, riding out the last tremors of his climax, unwilling to let go.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth, knowing he would have kept you there if he had his way. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, glancing up to see his face in pure satisfaction, eyes shut and head leaning against the wall. His hand now gently ran through your hair, his breath still heavy as he mumbled how good you were, the words dripping with praise.

You let out a soft giggle, adjusting his clothes as you noticed how disoriented he looked. As you stood up, he finally met your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. Without warning, he leaned in, pulling you into a kiss that was intense yet tender. “God, I love you so much, baby,” he whispered against your lips.

“Me too,” you replied, a playful smile on your face. “I think the whole store heard you,” you teased, gently biting his lower lip before pulling away to meet his gaze.

“Then I guess they know how much I love you now,” he shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, making you laugh. “Maybe I’ll be quieter next time.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Next time? I think this one was enough, don’t you? We could have gotten caught.”

“But we didn’t,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Next time, I’ll make sure you're the one making all the noise.”

↝ taglist: @yizhrt, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker.

[myunghology]

━ 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐚,, all twst boys!

╭₊˚ ๑︰❝ twst dorms with their ever after high counter parts! ❞

pairings all dorms, but seperate! x fem reader, reader is not yuu (mc). can be read as either platonic or romantic

cw none.. as far as i know

a/n — YAYYY happy valentinesssss <3 not exactly counter parts, but characters who i think would fit into their dorms!

HEARTSLABYUL — ( madeline hatter, daughter of the mad hatter! reader )

riddle finds you somewhat charming, in your own way, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get ticked off by you sometimes. that being said, he definitely loves having tea parties with you, it's so much more fun!

definitely a little bit chaotic, oh, but what can one expect from the daughter of the mad hatter? thinks it's a little bit silly that you have a teacup as a hat, but it definitely works for someone like you.

i think he'd get along with your pet dorm mouse, finds it quite cute from how it delightfully serves the both of you tea whilst you pat it's head with your index finger as a token of appreciation <3

trey would also love having you around for tea. for him-- someone like you in heartslabyul is like a refreshing breath of air. a little bit out of hand, but he still adores having you around.

baking with you is the best! trey just smiles sheepishly when you bring out ingredients out from your silly little hat, ingredients you didn't even know you needed-- but stuffed it in just in case.

a little bit ridiculed from how you can say such smart things, but then saying “but mmm, i dunno!” right after, when his mind is practically in shambles from what you just said.

cater!!!!! you'd get along with him so much compared to the other boys, just because he thinks you're so silly and so adorable! you definitely pop up in his magicam posts most of the time <3

maybe he will admit a bit he spends time with you and takes his daily clicks for social media, but he does genuinely enjoy spending time with you! you could yap on for hours on end and he'd just be sitting there happily listening to you.

i fear you'd pick up his speech habits as well.. just out of spite and out of pure fun, and he loovess it. thinks you're the cutest and most favorite thing in the world when you imitate him like that!

ace is definitely something. he'd enjoy getting reactions out of you-- but at the same time, your reactions are so unpredictable that sometimes he'd rather not.. he definitely found you weird the first time you met, but he's slowly warming up!

feels so proud of himself once you start clapping and giggling when he shows you his card tricks, you're the first one he'd show his tricks to right before he decides to play 'em onto deuce <3

makes his heart flutter just a bit (his words, not mine). when he sees you cheer for him the loudest whenever he has his basketball matches, he'll definitely give his 100% in the match now!

deuce looks up to you.. in a way. he just loves how you're so optimistic about everything and he adores you! both romantically and generally.

lots of “how do you do that?” from him whenever you pull out random stuff out of your hat, and you just respond with a giggle while bringing out stuff he's lost for literal ages. stuff he thought ace stole, by the way.

deuce just loves the way you're so different from everyone he's met, the way you happily jump up and down when you find out you passed with flying colors on a test, the way you you get along so well with everyone, basically everything about you.

SAVANACLAW — ( cerise hood, daughter of the big bad wolf! reader )

leona.. to be honest, i don't think your first meeting went that well. but to be fair, he does respect you for being so tough, as you should be. maybe the fault was more on your side, but you were just being cautious.

it's a little bit awkward with him the first time, but i think you both would develop a mutual respect for each other over the time being. i personally think you two would try to out-sass each other from time to time, but that's just me.

you still find him a little bit too cocky and lazy for your liking, but you'll get used to it in some time. but it was nice seeing him defend you from pretty sexist students, and then just brushing it off like it's nothing.

ruggie, it's like a game of cat and mouse with him.. get the joke? sorry.. no pun intended. he'd want to, or at least attempt to charm or out-wit you in some way, immediately realizing you're someone who has a no-nonsense attitude.

you two respect each other to a good enough amount though, once you get closer. yes, another one who's just as competitive as his housewarden when it comes to challenges. you're a lot more alike than one might think.

sarcastic x "i'll kill you", don't let him get under your skin, he's just there to berate you in a loving way, i swear! he's just trying to get you to open up, is all <3

jack is also, another no-nonsense person, just like you! yes, you we're cautious at first, but you warmed up to him faster than the others. he's respectful and well-mannered, what's not to like about the guy?

not that much of a flashy friendship, but you two understand each other just fine. even if it's just a nod, he'll know immediately what you meant by that little gesture. probably bonded by shared determination.

your number 1 defender besides leona himself, he's quick-witted enough to notice even when someone's belittling or even underestimating you in the slightest ways, he'll jump right in to defend you, just like what he does with anyone else.

OCTAVINELLE — ( meeshell mermaid, daughter of the little mermaid! reader. )

azul, it's better to be cautious of him at first. he's a smooth talker and he's smart, and you're more of a dreamer, so that doesn't work out that well. so, naturally, he sees you as a business opportunity. you could see right through him.

to be fair.. you were, in fact a little bit swayed with his smooth talking the first time you met, but then shook your head and snapped back into reality once you realize with a dead-panned look plastered on your face.

but i guess, in some ways, you two both work. especially when azul's being vulnerable, you'd push all the tension between the both of you aside and be right there with him. thus— he swears to hold off all of his schemes. for you, at least.

jade's is a little bit of a slow-burn, i fear you'd be a bit off-put by his calm nature at first, getting a gut feeling that somethings wrong. you would've been able to admit that anyway. at least not to his face.

he just loves teasing you as well, finding all your reactions adorable and from the way you hide yourself when you're embarrassed, but he finds your emotional awareness refreshing for a feeling. i mean.. who won't? just look at his dormmates.

i think he just means well.. overtime, he teaches you to be more aware of the people around you. honorable mention to azul.. who definitely didn't try to just get you into a pyramid scheme upon first meeting you, so you're thankful to jade.

floyd, you better run. you're an easy target. small, cute, gets flustered easily, what else could he want in a new little plaything? i mean that affectionately. whilst the other tries their best to stop him, he's just.. "imma do what i want to her and no one can stop me".

although you're likely on edge whenever the eel is around, you do, sometimes, unfortunately, like his company. it's quite a nice contrast to your calm and collected one, being the literal opposite of your character. you really do appreciate how much fun he brings into your life, and he appreciates you practically for being in his life.

you're naïve and easy to tease, but he soon learns not to push you away too much, since, well, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's starting to like your company and slowly but surely is getting attached to you as a whole.

SCARABIA — ( apple white, daughter of snow white! reader. )

kalim, okay, hear me out, daughter of apple white, just please try to understand my vision here. you were a little bit startled when you met him, but he was cute.. you're used to being more of a well-mannered and dignified person, so it was definitely new, but in a good way!

he'd find you admirable, of course. like many others here, he just loves how you're so polite but can set boundaries at the same exact time. you're just.. the definition of perfection to kalim in his eyes. but he does want you to just let go and have some fun sometimes.

you help jamil with helping kalim stay on the ground sometimes when things get out of hand, and they're both grateful for that. he does, still think you should loosen up a little and have some fun with him out of love <3 you just think he's a little sweetheart, in all honesty.

jamil, on the other hand, i think there was a little bit of tension when you two first met. you admire how he's quite reserved yet still respectful to those around him, even though his face literally says otherwise. but in the end, you just learn to laugh it off with your dear kalim.

even though you both may or may not get into small debates sometimes, i'd say you get along well, especially in terms of respect. even tho he does think it's quite cute about how you daydream about little things, he'd pull you right back into the ground out of love.

you two share duties in the dorm, even though he insists that it's fine and he doesn't need help, but you insist even more and saying that two people are better than one when it comes to things like this, and he truly, really appreciates everything you've done for their dorm.

POMEFIORE — ( raven queen, daughter of the evil queen! reader. )

vil really does admire your beauty in a little bit of a detached way. while you two can butt heads about your opinions sometimes, he still appreciates you for setting a new point of view into his life. if you let him pamper you in return, for a price!

you're someone who doesn't want to fit into standards, and vil is well, all about the standards. definitely gave each other bit of a dirty look when you first met, but it only goes up from there! at least i could only hope so.

the others think your bickering is quite silly, but it's really all in good fun. you help each other grow in your own ways, and it's actually really cute. he's content enough with how you are, so he would prefer not to change anything about you so far. keep it like that! or not.

rook and his love for your personality is really something. your playful little banters and small signs of flirtation go by quite easily to your surprise! he's a little bit overwhelming for your tastes sometimes, but it'll be all good.

to put it straight, rook was immediately captivated by you. a bit uncomfortable from the way he eyes you up and down, or as some people like to put it— examine you. but you two do bond over the little stuff, like rook with his archery and you with your dragon riding!

the type of person who'd see right through you, someone who'd squish your face with his hands to make you face up at him when he notices your gaze trail off to the side, asking you if you're okay with that soft smile on his face as he pinches your cheek.

epel, is an admirer of you! admire is a stretch, but it's not even close to how much he loves you. he wants to be just like you! strong and intimidating, but in your own sense. and yet still polite enough to teach him and calm him down about topics like this and brush it off saying it's nothing.

whilst he does practically worship you at this point, your relationship with epel is still, really, very playful. your humor's a bit dry, so whenever he teases, or rather attempts to tease you, you'd make fun of him for wanting to be manly, and being not manly enough.

"so.. are 'ya always this serious? can i get a smile outta 'ya?" is something he'd usually ask upon first meeting you, not even bothering to hide his accent because he can already tell you can see right through him. whilst you respond with a small smile, "if you want me to smile, you gotta earn it."

IGNIHYDE — ( blondie lockes, daughter of goldilocks! reader. )

idia would be somewhat overwhelmed by you, you're so.. energetic, pretty, bright, bubbly— anything positive he can think of. you really try your best to interact with him more, even if it means talking to a screen, which isn't really the type of communication of your choice.

you do admit, you never really notice the way you unintentionally tease idia for his habits, he knows you mean well, especially when you nag him affectionately about going out when he'd rather ramble about technology with you in the dorm rooms.

he really finds it cute when you ask him about random stuff with the topic of technology. it's adorable when you ask him to teach you coding since you want to make your own game— wanting to tell you it's not all that fun, but who could resist that face of yours, really?

ortho really finds you fun to be around. you'd find ortho extremely cute when you first meet him, almost immediately approaching him— but not even asking him about his robotic nature even though you are asking tons of questions, and this makes him feel really special <3

he'd help you with anything without even needing you to ask, assisting you with absolutely anything you need with a smile on his face. you're literally another sibling figure to him and he loves it so much! when you ask him if he can feel what you're feeling and he technically says yes, you immediately say "then can you feel my excitement of getting a snack right now?!"

your hobby being vlogging means your camera being broken sometimes, but worry not! ortho is here to help! and he swears it'll be better than before. you're always so positive that it's contagious to him! he gets motivated just because of you :)

DIASOMNIA — ( briar beauty, daughter of aurora! reader. )

malleus? pshh. you weren't even intimidated by him in the slightest bit. not from his status, at least. you weren't overwhelmed and quite literally just approached him respectfully out of curiosity. and he waaaass waiting for you to approach him, so it's a win-win in this case!

"so you're a prince, huh? i don't mind a bit of drama every now and then." he hears you say with a smile on your face, while he asks if you're not afraid of his presence when you just brush it off, saying you don't really have time to be afraid of people like him when he's generally really nice.

it's just so refreshing seeing you skip the formalities saying, "if we're gonna be together all the time, let's just skip them!" with a cheer. you're literally a royal, but you seem so different from your background, it makes him quite happy.. oh, and he's quite protective over you. he insists on coming with you every time you're going somewhere alone.

lilia would find this interesting. you'd often tease him for being a literal century old fae as he just brushes it off with a small chuckle. whilst he claps back with reminding you you'd go to sleep for hundreds of years, making you pout.

you're sharp enough to see through his little pranks, earning him a smack on the head from you, when he says you're no fun at all, you respond with he'll have to try harder next time around. like malleus, he's also, definitely, protective of you.

he says he's not babying you but he is, and it's painfully obvious from the way you can sense his presence around when you're alone out walking. he just wants you to stay safe in his own way, let him do his thing!

silver, woah, you two have a lot in common. especially with the sleeping thing and kinda— coming from the same origins. but he finds your presence comforting, it's a new thing with him! just be careful <3

you often poke him about being too quiet, teasing him about quote unquote "sleeping with his eyes opened", making him laugh softly while he tells you that he isn't sleeping, just observing. observing you, in a subtle way.. but he prefers not to admit it. at least not now?

literally everyone in diasomnia is protective when it comes to you. you're like.. the most protected person in the history of night raven college. silver would hold your hand to prevent you from wandering off into the woods alone, saying it's dangerous for a beauty like you, playfully referencing your last name.

sebek is, well... something! you have a push and pull relationship with him, and it's cute in it's own way. he's intense and he's a no-nonsense type of person! so.. you were probably more intimidated by him than you were with malleus.

you'd often mock his ways of speech, saying stuff like; "i must uphold the honor of the great malleus draconia!” with a hand on your heart, giggling playfully as he scowls at you in a lovingly way, trust me on this. he does find it cute when you imitate him, though..

yes, once again, protective. saying you shouldn't be going messing around so light-heartedly, adding that you shouldn't be so reckless whilst being the princess of briar valley, just like malleus, whilst you whine and say that you don't just want to wait for a prince to save you like that.

a/n — LORD I AM STRONG. FOR WRITING THIS IN UNDER 3 HOURS

[vanesycho]

• drunk bsf!san x f!reader | m.list

| you're alone on valentine's day with your best friend

warning | smut, drunk san being needy over reader, unprotected sex, p in v

word count | 1,1k

a/n | late 14th february post, enjoy reading!

Laughter filled the living room as San took another sip of his drink "no, really. why didn't you go with Seonghwa? he's a nice guy, you could have had a great time." you paused for a while at his question. he had invited you to an amusement park this valentine's day but you weren't sure you wanted to be with him. It made more sense to spend time with your friend San instead.

"I just didn't want to. besides..I'm not sure If I want to date with him, I'd just be toying with his feelings." San made a noise of agreement, leaning his head back on the couch and looking at you for a long time as you poured new drinks in front of him. the moment you turned around he gave a short smile, took the drink you offered him and unexpectedly kissed your cheek "thanks, I guess? now I'm not alone either." you chuckled and punched his arm mockingly "you know I wouldn't leave you alone."

almost an hour passed. San was already tipsy. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and he kept mumbling something "who told you to drink so much? look at you." he ignored your angry tone and looked up at you with a slight smile. his narrowed eyes, cheeks red from drinking and lips puckering when he spoke caught your attention. at that moment you tried to understand if the burning sensation in your body was from drinking or him.

"can I kiss you?" the sentence he mumbled made you swallow hard. "what?" his eyes went to your lips for a moment, "whatever, I'm sorry..I guess I'm drunk." he buried his head in your neck and let out a small whimper. you, on the other hand, pushed him away from you before you could get over the shock of the incident. "do you want to kiss me?"

San was silent for a while, his hand went to his hair nervously "I mean look at us, we're getting drunk on valentine's day as two friends, who would believe this?" his voice wasn't too loud but his anger was obvious "what do you want us to do?" he let out a breath in response to your question, then slowly approached you, he seemed cautious, he was trying to measure your movements but he couldn't stop himself either. "I don't know..I can't think straight right now." his eyes momentarily fell to your lips again, he supported himself with one hand on the ground and reached for your lips, you just realized at that moment that you were holding your breath.

It didn't take long before you felt his warm, alcohol-soaked lips on you. his hand immediately found your neck and pulled you closer to him, pulling you into a hungrier kiss. his wet kisses moved to your neck after a while, slowly laid you down and lay on top of you without putting too much of his weight on you. every spot he kissed seemed to burn your already hot body "can I take off your shirt?" the way he asked and his innocent looks did not match what he said at all. the hunger behind the sweet gazes had already driven you crazy, so you took off your shirt yourself.

San swallowed hard, he wasn't sure about bringing his hand closer to your bare chest, but when you grabbed his wrist and guided him, he breathed a sigh of relief. while one hand lingered on one of your breasts, he made eye contact before wetting the other with his tongue. then his tongue started to move slowly on your nipple, after the small tongue strokes, he took your breast into his mouth, made sure to wet it enough and erection your nipple, then lifted his head and placed a wet kiss on your lips. "take off your pants, please..."

you did as he said without making him and yourself wait too long. In the meantime, San had also taken off everything he was wearing, watching you with hunger. then he quickly took you in his arms and laid you on the couch next to you, spread your legs apart and got between them, then without breaking eye contact, his hand went between your legs. his fingers moved through the wetness to your hole and without waiting too long, San thrust his fingers inside you. "ah..you feel so warm and tight.." the sentence he mumbled to himself was enough for you to hear. he started moving his fingers inside you without waiting too long, waited for you to get used to it but he didn't know how much his erect cock with pre-cum flowing down could take it.

"san..." the moment you said his name it was like the world stopped for him, even though being heard so needy embarrassed you, you didn't break eye contact. "please...I want you" he was taken a back at first but it didn't take long for him to pull his fingers out of you and direct his cock to your hole. he put one hand on the side of your head for support and leaned over you, his cheeks were still red, his lips were slightly parted and he was breathing in ragged breaths, his eyes continued to look into yours with need. you let out a loud moan with the fullness that came when he started to put half of his cock inside you "fuck- I'm sorry.." San watched your reactions to whether he should continue or not, after getting used to the fullness inside you for a while he didn't hold himself back when you moved your hips towards him and pushed all of it inside you and started to move slowly.

the inside of the living room was now surrounded not only by the smell of alcohol but also by your moans and the smell of sex. San breathed hotly on your neck, the kisses he placed in between made you feel even more embarrassed that his cock was inside you right now. "you're so..good..you're so beautiful..I..fuck- I-I love you." even though you couldn't understand the words he said between his moans at that moment, the last sentence made you pause "what did you say?"

San lifted his head "Is this a wrong time to say it?" a loud moan filled the room as his cock hit your pleasure spot, he smiled slightly and continued to hit the same spot. hand found yours and intertwined your fingers, after a few strokes he made sure you were cummed and then after he came on your stomach. as you both try to catch your breath, he rested on top of you for a while, your hand found his hair and mumbled "I love you too." a giggle was heard from him, he looked into your eyes one last time before pulling you into a long kiss.

[livelaughloveluffy]

be mine - a valentine's day special with the monster trio, ace, and law!!!

a/n: happy valentines day everyone!!! i figured since the only valentine i have in my life are all my lovely fictional men, i would write only the fluffiest of headcanons for you guys!!

nothing but fluff here 💗

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monkey d. luffy

-valentine's day morning you get woken up to luffy jumping on top of you, smothering you in kisses. he's so excited to give you the small presents he got for you (a hand-picked bouquet, a locket with his initials that nami helped him pick out, and of course, lots and lots of chocolate).

-while the captain isn't the biggest romantic in the world, he definitely had an idea of how he wanted to spend the day with you. and with some help from the crew, he was able to make it a reality. luffy excitedly led you towards nami's tangerine trees, where you spotted the cutest picnic overlooking the ocean. the two of you spend the day basking in the sun, feeding each other chocolate and other sweet treats, utterly intertwined with one another.

-quality time and physical touch are luffy's main love languages so he's expectedly clingy to you all day, not that you mind. endless cuddles are just a given. every once and a while you'll get lulled to sleep as luffy gently plays with your hair, leaving gentle but sloppy kisses on your collarbones.

roronoa zoro

-as much as he puts on the front of being a moody, uncaring guy, you know zoro has the softest place in his heart for you. but for valentines day, he at first treats it like just another day. no mention of it, almost as if he forgot.

-by early evening, it's hard to not get your feelings just a little bit hurt over the fact that zoro forgot valentines day. as you stand at the taffrail overlooking the vast ocean, you feel zoro's hand against the smalls of your back, his chin resting on your shoulder as he mumbles "c'mere... you really didn't think i forgot, did you?" as he leads you into the kitchen on the thousand sunny. opening the door to a candlelit dinner made up for two, and as your eyes well up in tears with shock, zoro places a gentle kiss on your cheek "happy valentines day"

-you couldn't help but swoon when you found out the swordsman had actually been taking private cooking lessons with sanji for months preparing for this surprise. the chef initially deemed the man to be utterly hopeless and offered to cook for the two of you, but zoro insisted he learned and did it himself.

black leg sanji

-it's literally no surprise at all that this man is a certified lover boy. you'll wake up to a room full of flowers, a love letter on your nightstand, and sanji hand-delivering his freshly made breakfast in bed for you.

-he makes the entire day about you and his devotion to you. you are utterly pampered. all meals eaten on the prettiest bedside tray, with a special place setting and flower decor. you have to practically beg the man to feed yourself, because he insisted that even lifting a spoon or fork was too much for you to do. he'll set up a candle-lit bubble bath for you in the evening and stay in the bathroom with you to massage your back and scrub your hair.

-and of course, sanji makes only the most extravagant dessert for you. you can tell the countless hours he spent in the kitchen, perfecting his recipe. and while he tries to stifle his yawns, you have to pull the hopless cook into bed with you. thanking him for everything he did, as you find your way into his arms, gentle brushing his bangs out of his face before you both eventually fall asleep together.

portgas d. ace

-ace is definitely the most casual out of all the boys about valentines day, however that doesn't mean its because of a lack of thought or effort into the day.

-the feeling of ace's large warm hand against your cheek as he leans in to give you a kiss on the forehead, the soft whisper of "happy valentines day, baby." reaches your ears. the two of you collectively agree that you'd both rather just spend the day cuddled up together. no view or restaurant would ever be more comfortable than ace's bare chest. his hand softly running up and down your back, occasionally tracing shapes and patterns into your skin.

-even though you mutually agreed to keep things casual, ace surprised you with the cutest gift he had been holding on to for you. a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, as well as a matching pair to his signature necklace and bracelet.

trafalgar water d. law

-like zoro, as much as law tries to downplay his affection for you, his sweet affection for you consistently shines through all his many actions.

-the captain of the heart pirates led you to believe that he was swamped with work on valentines day, and didn't have time for you, though he promised to celebrate over the weekend with you. so when you returned to your room to the largest bouquet of roses placed on your bed alongside your favorite candy, your heart skipped a beat. instead he had been busy planning a spa day for you. a warm bubble bath with flower petals scattered in it, handmade face masks, and of course, law, ready to pamper you.

-as the two of you are getting ready for bed, law hands you a thin notebook. it's only after reading it that you discover it's a long love letter he's been writing to you since the two of you had started dating. he'll try and brush off the gesture, his gruff voice interrupting your thanks with a grumbled "it's nothing..." as happy tears fall down your cheeks.

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[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends forever

summary: a beaded competition for yuu's affections type of post: drabbles characters: all students additional info: platonic or romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, based on an ask I got a while ago, fluffy, predictable sappy ending

Word travels fast at Night Raven College.

Gossip, secrets, whispers exchanged in the darkened halls, from student to professor, to professor to ghost, to student again.

The Ramshackle Prefect was beaming, bright as the dawn itself on Monday morning, a string of blue plastic beads on one arm. They seldom smiled so much, and for good reason- but Monday, they were glowing, holding out their wrist, and telling anyone who would listen about the gift their "best friend" had given them. It was an enthralling sight.

Deuce Spade, the poor, sweet boy, had become patient zero.

Word travels faster at Night Raven College when it's about the Prefect.

Deuce Spade had claimed title of best friend with a string and sixteen translucent plastic beads, something that made Ace Trappola itch. He didn't care! He didn't! Of course, he stayed up all night, trying and failing and trying again, to tie the tiny knot on a black-and-red beaded bracelet. But that didn't mean he cared!

It's on your arm, right above Deuce's, on Tuesday.

"Thank you, Ace!" you had smiled, announcing it to the entire unbirthday party. "You really are my best friend!"

Ace looked over his shoulder to smugly grin at his dormmates. "Aww, this old thing? It's nothing, just thought your wrist looked a little lonely with only one,"

It was a rather strange sight: the housewarden of Heartslabyul, his scepter and crown set to the side, his back hunched as he strung black, red, and gold beads over his desk that night. Riddle Rosehearts marched over to you first thing in the morning, set his bracelet in your waiting palm, and marched away, his face redder than his hair.

Trey Clover had forgotten all about homework, promising Deuce two week's worth of dish duty in exchange for beads and string. Forest green and black. He was too shy to give it to you himself, and left it at your doorstep in a basket of tea leaves and leftover tart. It smells of vanilla.

Cater Diamond made sure to snap a pic of his bracelet on your arm, black, red, and orange beads, with his and your initials right next to each other. "#BFFs #besties"

His Magicam story was viewed over 6,000 times.

...Mostly by the same people, over and over.

Ruggie Bucchi had a different take on the situation. See, he didn't have the kinda cash to spend on beads and string and fancy charms, and so you wore a striking dandelion crown to your classes on Thursday morning.

Jack Howl braided you a simple, brown-stringed band to wear on your wrist or ankle or wherever you liked it. You had told him you loved it, rumor said.

Then, all came to a halt.

Word spread that Leona Kingscholar had tried gifting you an expensive, golden-beaded bracelet from his home, (one that would haven taken up half your forearm), and you had refused it. You couldn't possibly accept such a nice gift, you said.

You would, as it seemed, only accept handmade friendship bracelets.

Kalim al-Asim kept Jamil Viper up all night, weaving and unweaving, beading and unbeading, doing and redoing and redoing again, until he had perfected your friendship bracelet in all colors of the rainbow. Little did he know that Jamil had already given you one that afternoon. It smelled of spices, giving away the fact that he had made it in between cooking meals.

Azul Ashengrotto told his staff he was taking a morning off to study, went to the beach, and collected shells in every shape and color. He strung them on black fishing line, and smiled as he gave them to you, free of charge. "Just something to remember me by when I'm away," he said, his face redder than it felt.

Floyd Leech had started one, but became bored of the tedious beading after ten minutes and decided to dedicate his next basketball win to you instead. Jade Leech finished it, and, while his brother was distracted, lined the teal-and-black striped beads with mushroom-shaped charms.

Vil Schoenheit never half-asses anything, friendship bracelet or not. He would do most anything to hear those sweet words of thanks on your lips (not that he'd admit it), even if that means taking hours out of his busy schedule to dye white yarn in wine and weave it with his gilded initials and red, bejeweled hearts. He likes seeing himself on you.

Rook Hunt, ever the nonconformist, fashions you a necklace out of broken bow strings and an arrowhead from his favorite quiver. He puts it on you himself, his fingers brushing against your throat and lingering on the back of your neck for a moment too long, as if enjoying the feeling of your heartbeat.

But Epel Felmier outdoes them all.

For on Friday morning, you come to class with a bracelet of lavender-painted wooden beads, his initials carved into the soft oak, and he comes in wearing the same bracelet, but with yours.

How had no one thought to make a matching one for themselves???

Idia Shroud 3D prints a bracelet in your favorite color, and Ortho Shroud engraves the flat surface with your favorite characters... they make two more for themselves, as if in a sort of secret club. It gives Idia quite the thrill to think about, though he'd never say it.

Sebek Zigvolt hmphs at the idea of showing such loyalty to a mere human, until Silver and Lilia Vanrouge return from an early morning stroll with baskets of acorns, flowers, and pine nuts for bracelet-making. Sebek and Silver both make theirs in earthy wooden tones and shimmering shades of rose and violet. Lilia sneaks in a few animal teeth and bone fragments. For good luck.

Malleus Draconia, tedious as it is, spends his Sunday morning spinning his own string, and lining it with beads, tiny in his hands, and small pieces of smooth glass and stone from Ramshackle. He gifts it to you with a blessing, a promise of your eternal friendship, in this world and the next.

By the end of the week, your arms are heavy with beads, shells, stone, nuts, flowers, and charms, covered from wrist to elbow. You can't move without sounding like a wind chime, jingling and clinking with each step.

Your friends eagerly await your praises, not-so-subtly asking which bracelet is your favorite, or, frankly, who is your best friend?

You promise an answer soon.

Thus, on Monday morning, you arrive with only one bracelet.

Sloppily made, in soft blues and grays, with the cut-out logo of a tuna can label stuck to your wrist, and a smiling Grim holding the hand beneath it.

[doki-doki-imagines]

You give him a gift for Valentine's day

pt.1 with Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri

Shoei Barou:

-"I-I mean, okay, thank you."

-He didn't expect it, and it shows on his face. Shoei is mostly embarrassed. His cheeks don't go red, but he scratches the back of his neck a sign you learnt it means he is not at ease.

-"Please open it!" You say enthusiastically, and he can't say no seeing the shine in your eyes.

-And you hear it, the breath catching in his throat, head instantly turning to lock eyes with you.

-The puddings his mom used to buy him. The same ones that he couldn't find anywhere in the last months. Probably because they are cheap and not that requested, but they are his fave.

-"How-"

"I know how much you love them and how much you missed the flavour." You put your hand on his chin, caressing his soft skin with your thumb. "For you, I'd search them to the other side of the country." You smile at him, eyes slitted.

-The house is now silent, only your synchronised heartbeat reverberating.

-His lips clash on yours, aggressive like a lion attacking his prey, breath mingling.

-"Sho-" He lets you breath, a kind concession from your king, while his lips firge a path down your neck, trailing down your jugular, making you now feel his teeth on your skin.

-It's the sound of the puddings hitting the ground that makes Shoei go back to himself. His red irises liquid pleasure even if he tries to regain his composure.

-"I should have been the one giving you a good present, not the other way around." You hear him grumble, his big hand pushing back some strands freed from the gel.

-"Don't push yourself down. For example, I see you have a beautiful bouquet there." You reply softly, pointing at the flowers he tried to keep hidden on his back. The twelve roses fresh and so beautiful.

-"Right, for you." Shoei lift himself up and offer them. You finally notice how nice he is dressed: white shirt and black suit perfectly ironed to match the shoes cleaned to perfection. He is wearing the perfume you gifted him for his birthday. The sight makes you skip the heartbeat you may have not skipped before.

-"They are wonderful." Your voice tremble a bit, smile naturally appearing on your face. -

"Your gift." He replies, arms going around your waist to hug you, bouquet and gift between your chests.

"Not gonna say 'hope you like it'?"

"I know you are going to love it." He curtly replies. You smile back at him; you expected that kind of answer.

-And you are sure you are going to love the it.

Seishiro Nagi:

-Seishiro honestly didn't expect anything since you asked just to spend some time together at his house.

-You are sitting on his old sofa, shoulders touching both wearing worn-out hoodies that aren't warm anymore but make you feel at ease like no other cloth.

-His lips form a small 'o' when you give him a small package.

-"I know I told you not to do anything special, but when I saw this, I immediately thought of you and couldn't stop myself."

-He keeps his eyes open wide while taking the small package in his big hands, slender fingers already working around the ribbon.

-It's a figure of a character from an old cartoon he used to love as a kid that still airs to this day. Seishiro remembers the days he was home alone and how comfortable it made him feel to see his "friend" on the tv screen.

-"Hey, are you fine?" You say softly, cupping his face to look at him in the eyes, watery from the tears forming. It would be almost funny, with his wobbly lips, if only you weren't actually worried about hurting his feelings.

-But your worries soon fade when he hugs you with such strength you end up back on the sofa, while Seishiro peppers kiss all over your face.

-"Thank you-" He says, "It is wonderful. You are wonderful." His kisses are so light that they tickle you, a laughter blossoming from your throat.

-"I love you." Seishiro says, looking straight at you, his warm hands caressing your face and brushing off hair that covered your skin.

"Me too, Sei."

-The next kiss has lost all the playfulness of the previous ones. It's charged with feelings. It's not fast, not aggressive. It's slow and calculated, a kiss that wants to explain everything he can't by words. It's a kiss that is slowly turning into something else...

-But someone buzzed at your boyfriend's door.

"Oh yeah, the food."

"Food?"

-He doesn't reply to you and brushes you off when you try to pay some of it.

-"You weren't the only one that thought of a gift." He scratches the back of his head. There is so much food that it doesn't all fit on his table. And it's all the comfort food you love.

-"I'm not good with gifts, but I thought it would be nice." Seishiro replies, monotone as usual.

"It is." You smile at him, plopping yourself again on the sofa. "So? Let's eat!"

"Yes, but let's take our time."

"You are lazy when eating, too."

"I just enjoy the flavours more."

"Bulls-" a bao go straight into your mouth, stopping you from talking.

"You look so cute when eating." He says, but you know he did that just to cut off the conversation.

-You are going to close an eye for today. It's not every day you see Seishiro putting his mind into something that aren't his games or football.

-"It all tastes delicious. You really know my tastes, Sei."

"Obviously, I love you." Curt, no inflexion in his voice while you want to melt.

-He will be the death of you.

[gingiesworld]

In The Stars (1/?)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of death

Word Count: 5.7k

Every Sunday, without fail, Y/N would spend a few hours at their wife's grave, telling her about their week, putting fresh daisies in the pot, Jean's favourite flower. That would always be before they would head over to Pietro Maximoff's for Sunday dinner.

The two had met in their first year of college, being roommates and soon becoming fast friends. It was Pietro who had introduced Y/N to Jean at a college party they had both attended, soon falling head over heels for her. They had been together all through the last three years of college, Y/N then proposing after they had graduated, knowing they had saw a future with her.

Once Y/N had arrived at Pietro's, they let themselve's inside, soon hearing voices coming from the living room. They could hear both Pietro and his wife, Monica talking with another. Approaching the living room with caution, after taking off their jacket and hanging it up, they stood in the doorway, their eyes landed on an unfamiliar woman with brown hair. Although they had recognised her from some pictures dotted around Pietro's house.

"Y/N! I didn't hear you come in." Pietro beamed as they stepped inside. "Here." He handed them a beer from the table as Y/N sat down in an arm chair. "Y/N, this is Wanda, my younger sister." He introduced them.

"We're the same age." Wanda told him, only getting waved off by her brother.

"I was born first." He reminded her.

"Wow, 12 minutes before." She told him, a teasing undertone in her voice before turning to Y/N. "It's nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you over the years."

"All good, I hope." Y/N smiled gently, taking her hand in a friendly shake.

"Of course it was." She told them.

"Well, someone had to keep him out of trouble." Monica spoke up, taking a sip of her wine as Pietro feigned hurt.

"I was a model student." He protested, making the other three laugh.

"Really, like that time you ran naked around the quad at lunch time?" Y/N told him, bringing up one of the many fond memories they had of their college years.

"Well, I managed to win over my wife with that." He smirked triumphantly.

"No, I just felt sorry for you." She told him, nudging his shoulder. Earning a low wow from her husband. It was in these moments that they shared with their best friends that helped them after their mornings at the cemetary. Giving them a sense of familiarity and comfort that they needed during the last couple of years since the accident.

"You're married?" Wanda questioned, referring to their wedding ring, which they had refused to take off. She never noticed Pietro's head shake as Y/N smiled down at their finger.

"I was." They answered her honestly. "She uh." Y/N played with their wedding ring as they thought of Jean. "My Jean passed away."

"I'm so sorry." Wanda apologised, instantly feeling a regret of asking them, not knowing how raw the loss was.

"Hey, Wands." Pietro spoke up. "I need your help a moment, with dinner." Wanda nodded as she soon followed her brother to the kitchen.

"I thought we were ordering?" She asked him, raising a confused brow.

"We are." He told her. "It's just that, Y/N comes here every Sunday after they visit Jean. They always spend every Sunday morning with her."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make them uncomfortable." She told him. "I was just curious."

"I know, it's okay." He told her. "It was two years ago, but it's still kind of pretty raw. They were together since our Sophmore year at college." Wanda nodded, listening as her brother spoke before they were interrupted.

"Hey, I'm going to head home." Y/N told the two.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Wanda started, Y/N gave her a kind smile, waving her off.

"You didn't." They told her. "I've just had a really long week and I'm exhausted." They spoke calmly, although they were a swirl of emotions inside.

"We can always have dinner another night?" Pietro suggested.

"Of course." They agreed. "How about we have it at mine? On Wednesday evening?"

"Sounds like a plan." Pietro agreed.

"Of course you're welcome to come too, Wanda." Y/N told her.

"I'd love to." Wanda smiled, agreeing easily. Wanting to know more about her twins life since she had went to Oxford University, and living in London for years after her graduating. Y/N then bid their goodbyes before they headed home.

"I guess now it's just the three of us." Monica said as she entered the kitchen, refilling her glass. "So, how is Vis?" Monica asked Wanda, who tensed at his name.

"He is good, happy with the woman I caught him with." She answered, anger seeping through her tone.

"Is that why you moved back here?" Pietro asked her. "Or is there more?"

"Well, I miss you and our parents." She told him. "And I had no reason left to stay in London anymore." She helped herself to more wine. "Although, I am thinking of starting a new book. I have some ideas I have been playing with, but it's something I am excited about."

"That's amazing." Pietro beamed. "But I'll still kick his British ass if I ever meet him." The two girls laughed before they all retreated to the living room, deciding on where they were ordering from.

--

As the days passed and Wednesday arrived, Y/N had prepared everything for the dinner. Cooking was always something they had loved to do, finding a sense of calm in the daily task. Although, they settled on pasta carbonara as they had a tiring day at work, and needing to shower.

"Hey." They greeted the three as they answered the door, allowing them inside.

"It smells nice in here." Monica complimented them, before turning to Pietro. "Why don't you ever cook for me?"

"Unless you want salmonella or a frozen pizza that's still frozen." Y/N teased, recalling their time together as roommates.

"I thought he could cook." Monica gasped, recalling the home dates they had.

"No, it was me hiding in the kitchen." Y/N told her, leading them to the dining room. "I remember he once tried to roast a chicken, it was burnt but still raw."

"The oven was broken." He whined, making them all laugh.

"He was always like that, even when we were kids." Wanda told them. "He once set the toaster on fire while making toast."

"It's like he has a special talent." Y/N laughed before they headed to the kitchen, Wanda following behind them to help bring through the drinks and food while Pietro mumbled incoherently. The four of them shared small conversations as they ate, before Y/N decided to ask Wanda a question. "I hear that you're a writer?" They asked her.

"I am." She answered, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I am currently working on a novel idea, just trying to work out the plot and plan it out."

"Pietro told me you have also wrote some poetry?" They asked her.

"I used to." She told them. "But unfortunately it wasn't good enough."

"Well, I'm sure whoever said that, is completely wrong and untalented." They told her, Wanda smiled shyly as she sipped her wine.

"Y/N here runs their own business." Pietro told Wanda proudly.

"I wouldn't call it that." Y/N told him.

"I would, you have your own employees who work for you." Monica told them. "You built it from the ground after finishing college before doing a course in construction."

"That's amazing." Wanda told them with a smile.

"Jean helped me a lot with it." They tried to wave them off, not sure how to take the proud compliments. "She used to take care of the office work so I could still head out on jobs." They smiled sadly before they started to gather the empty plates, Wanda then stood up and followed them, helping with dishes.

"I know that sometimes it's sad to talk about her, especially with her not being here with you." Wanda spoke tenderly, watching as they rinsed the plates. "But it does help sometimes, to remember all of the good that she brought into your life."

"She was everything that was good with my life." Y/N told her honestly. Wanda could see the pain and grief in their eyes, but their was also a glimpse of comfort as they spoke.

"It is best to have loved and lost, than to have never known true happiness." Wanda told them. "The pain that is left behind will always be there, but so will all of those memories you both had created together."

"She was my happiness." Y/N told her honestly. "I loved everything about her. Her voice, her laugh, I loved it whenever she sang, although she couldn't really sing, but seeing her happy whenever she was lost in a song." They smiled at the memories, unaware that both Monica and Pietro were eaves dropping. "She brought me so much comfort and happiness, and I fell more and more in love with her every moment I spent with her. Even when she would try to fight me to get me to drink water." They laughed lightly, unaware of the growing ease within as they spoke. "Jean was an amazing and remarkable woman, she was serious but she had a playful childish side. She was just perfect and I was lucky that I got to call her my wife, my soulmate. She was my forever." They told Wanda, a tear falling from their eye. "Thank you." Y/N whispered as they wiped their eyes.

"For what?" She asked them.

"For listening." They told her. "It's not easy for me to talk about her, but I don't know why I even told you about her." They looked at their hands, confusion etched onto their face.

"You do know why." Wanda told them. "You don't quite know it yet, but you." She then moved towards them. "So, what's for desert?" She asked, raising her brow as Y/N chuckled at her.

"Well, I didn't have time to make one from scratch." They answered her as they moved towards their freezer, taking out four small pots of ice cream. "So, I improvised, besides I know Pietro's favourite is cookie dough."

"It's like he's constantly going through a break up." Wanda joked, grabbing the spoons as the two laughed, Monica stifled her own as Pietro scowled, making their way back to their seats. Both Wanda and Y/N had joined them shortly after. The four of them enjoyed the rest of their evening, full of laughter and more digs at Pietro and his lack of cooking skills. 

"Well, I guess we should head out." Pietro said, standing up from his seat since they had since moved to the living room. "Monica has work in the morning, and we know that if she doesn't get enough sleep, I'm the one who suffers when she comes home." 

"Of course." Y/N smiled, following the three of them as they made their way towards the front door. Pietro and Monica had hugged them, bidding their goodbyes before Wanda. 

"Thank you for tonight." She told them, a smile on her face as the two were being watched. 

"No, thank you, Wanda." They told her sincerely. "It felt great to finally talk about Jean."

"Well, if you ever want to talk about Jean, or anything at all, I'm here." She told them with a soft smile. "Besides, it's nice to make a new friend in a new place." 

"I'm glad we can be friends." Y/N smiled gently, Wanda's smile matching theirs. "I hope we can hang out again sometime, I especially could do with more embarrassing stories of Piet, and I'll even give tell you some too." 

"You have a got a deal." Wanda agreed, the idea of having more ways to tease her brother extremely appealing. She then gave them a short hug before bidding her goodbye and making her way to the car, Y/N waving them off as they drove away. Once they had locked the door, they made their way to the garage, the smell of sawdust and wood filling their senses as they moved to the rocking chair they was currently working on. Finding a sense of peace and comfort at the task, humming to the song that was on the radio as they worked. 

--

As time went on, Y/N still remained with their Sunday routine, although spending more time with Wanda had become a part of their life. A fresh bouquet of daisies in their hand as they approached Jean's grave, clearing out the old flowers before placing the new ones, and wiping down the head stone before they took a seat on the soil, not caring that it was still damp from the previous night's rainfall. A smile on their face as they looked at her photo, it was one of their favourite pictures of her, the smile that she hated which had always made their heart skip a beat. 

"Hey, I'm back again." They smiled as they started talking. "I met Piet's sister a few weeks ago as you know, but we have also been hanging out together more and more. She is the complete opposite to him, she's funny too." Y/N continued to talk to her about their outings with Wanda, although they could feel a twinge of guilt, realising that Wanda had managed to make her way into their heart as Jean had done before. "But I don't want to forget you." They whispered, their eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I can't explain what I feel when I'm with Wanda, I know we're both friends but I can't help thinking that maybe there could be something more. Is it wrong?" 

"It's not wrong." A voice spoke from beside them, their attention turning to the next plot. "You're still only young, and it's okay to move on, that is what she would want for you." They gestured towards Jean's headstone. "I'm Charles." He held out his hand for them, Y/N stood up, wiping their hands on their trousers before shaking it. 

"Y/N." They introduced themselves. "But why does it feel wrong?" They asked him. 

"Because Jean still holds a place in your heart." He told them. "Moving on doesn't mean you're replacing her, it's just that you have so much love inside of you that their is still some love left to share." Y/N listened to him. "Jean would want you to be happy, and she would want you to continue to live your life, whether that be with someone new." He gave them a gentle smile. "When I lost my first wife, I was lost, I thought that there was no hope left, I was ready to give up and then I met Connie, she broke through to me, she made me feel something again and I didn't feel the pain of loss as strong as before." 

"So, it's okay to move on?" They questioned, still unsure. 

"Of course it is, as long as you are ready to yourself." He told them. "I have known a lot of people throw themselves into meaningless physical relationships after losing someone, and that never ends well. The shame along with the grief can be overwhelming, so you have to know yourself if you are ready, if your heart has healed before you do move on." He patted their shoulder. "But only you can know that, only you can know if you are ready." 

After their encounter at the cemetery, they had decided to miss having dinner at Pietro's, unsure about seeing Wanda, confused about their feelings. They made their way back home, and headed towards their garage, putting the finishing touches on the rocking chair before varnishing. It was a surprise gift they were making for Pietro and Monica, knowing that the two were trying for a baby. 

"Hey." A voice interrupted them, turning off the radio as they concentrated on the varnishing. "How long have you been working on this?"

"A few months." Y/N mumbled, finishing the first coat before putting the brush down, turning around to see their younger sister. "How's Lena?" They asked her, moving to wash their hands in the sink before moving to hug Kate. 

"She's good." She answered them, returning the hug. "Who's the chair for?" She questioned. 

"Still full of questioned I see." They mused, a smirk on their face. 

"Yes I am, now answer it." She told them, a proud smile on her face. 

"Pietro and Monica." They answered, the two heading towards the kitchen. "They're trying for a baby, and I thought it would be nice for the nursery." They grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. "Although, they don't know about it yet." The two moved towards the living room, sitting down on the sofa. "How was Russia?" They asked her. "You went to visit Lena's parents right?" 

"We did." She answered, reaching for the remote. "It was cold, very cold but it was nice for Lena to see them, I know she misses them both a lot, and Natasha can be a little bit too overprotective." 

"Well, she is her baby sister." Y/N told her with an understanding. 

"Not of Lena, she's overprotective of me." Kate told them. "She claims she doesn't care about Lena."

"Believe me, she cares about Lena more than she will tell you." They told her. "It's how siblings are, you should know this." 

"Yeah, yeah." She waved them off, looking through Netflix for something to watch. "Well, what are you ordering for dinner?" She asked as she soon settled on Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. 

"What?" They chuckled as Kate turned to face them. 

"Food. Things you eat." She told them. "I'm feeling like pizza." She told them matter of factly. "You should order pizza." Y/N only chuckled before they reached for their phone, opening the app and ordering their pizza as the movie started. As the movie went on, Kate then turned to Y/N, observing them. 

"What?" They asked as they felt her eyes on them.

"You seem different." She told them, watching as they turned to face her. "It's a good different." Before they could respond, the doorbell rang, prompting them to get up and get their pizzas, setting them both on the coffee table as Kate sighed contently at the smell. "You seem happier, like you aren't in pain as much as before." 

"I am happier." They answered her honestly. "I feel lighter, like I'm not drowning in grief as I once was." 

"That's good." She smiled softly. "You deserve to be happy, Jean would want that for you." 

"I know, I have already been told that once today." They told her, recounting their visit to the cemetery, Kate listening to them and nodding in agreement with Charles, but not pushing them for more details. The night went on as the two watched multiple movies, until Kate had fell asleep on the couch, prompting Y/N to carry her to the guest bedroom, tucking her in once they removed her shoes before closing the door behind them as they left. Checking that they had locked up before they retreated to their own room, doing their night time routine before they climbed under the covers. Reaching for their phone, seeing a message from Wanda from earlier, typing out a quick message before they lay back, staring at the ceiling before their phone pinged with another message from Wanda. 

Wanda: You're still awake? 

Y/N: No, I can sleep text :)

Wanda chuckled at the humour as she lay in the bed of her brother's guest bedroom, enjoying this side of Y/N. She was unsure of what to text back, that was until her phone rang, Y/N's name showing up on her screen. 

"Hey." She greeted breathlessly as she answered, unable to fight the smile on her face. "Are you okay?" She asked them. 

"I am." They answered her truthfully. "For the first time in a long time, I am okay. How are you? Are you okay?" They asked her, curious as to why she was still awake so late. 

"I am." She told them, pausing slightly before adding. "I think."

"What's happened?" They asked her, she could hear the rustle of their sheets as they moved to sit up, leaning up against their headboard giving her their full attention. Listening as she laughed slightly, before she let out a shaky sigh. 

"It's just Vis." She told them, unsure if she should continue. 

"What did he do?" They asked her, although the mention of her ex made them feel both uncomfortable and angry. 

"He texted me, he somehow found my number and told me he is moving here." She told them, Y/N remained silent allowing her to continue. "He had been promoted but it comes with a transfer to the New York branch, and he wants to meet up with me. I don't know what to do." She spoke barely above a whisper. 

"Did you love him?" They asked her tenderly. 

"I did, but he hurt me and I don't exactly know who he is anymore." She told them honestly. "I don't want to go back to being the woman he continuously tore down, I have been happier since leaving him behind in London, since being here with my brother and since meeting you." 

"Then you don't have to meet with him." Y/N told her. "You are your own woman, you are allowed to make your own decisions and make your own way in life. Just because he is moving here, doesn't mean that you have to see him or get back with him. You should do what you feel is right for you in your heart, what you know will make you happy." Wanda listened as they spoke, a small smile playing on her lips. "You create your own path in life, you get to decide who you want to be in your life to celebrate your successes."

"So, I shouldn't meet up with him?" She asked them. 

"You already know the answer to that, Wanda." They told her softly. "The answer is in your heart or that feeling in your gut. The one person you should always trust is yourself." 

"Thank you." She whispered, wiping a tear that had fell, knowing that they were right. "Would you stay with me, at least until I fall asleep?" She asked, her voice small as she was afraid of what their answer was going to be. 

"Of course I will." They told her, reaching over to put their phone on charge and on speaker, resting it on the night stand, not knowing that Wanda was repeating the same actions before getting comfier under her blankets. Wanda listened as Y/N told her about their surprise visit from their younger sister, her eyes slowly growing heavier before she succumbed to sleep. Once Y/N had heard a small snore, they smiled as they settled themselves, closing their eyes and sleeping. 

--

Since that night, Wanda had distanced herself from Y/N, she was ashamed of her actions and her request for Y/N to stay with her while she slept, she had even ended the call abruptly when she woke before Y/N. Although Y/N was confused, with their growing feelings for her and the way she hadn't really spoken to them since that night, but they had respect for her. So, they decided to respect the space she had clearly wanted, even though it had seemed to hurt them slightly. 

"Hey." Pietro spoke up, entering Y/N's house and seeing them on sat on the sofa, their laptop open as they finished up some office work for their business. "Are you okay?" He questioned as he sat in an armchair, causing Y/N to look up briefly. 

"Yeah, I'm okay." They answered him, returning their gaze back to their task at hand. "Are you okay?" Pietro sighed, seeing a change in their behaviour, like they were going backwards from when they had lost Jean. 

"I'm okay, I'm just worried about you." He told them, watching as they moved the computer from their lap and getting on their feet.

"You don't need to be, I'm fine." They said as they walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the fridge.

"Are you sure?" Pietro asked as he followed them. "You haven't really spoke to anyone in a while, nor have you came over for Sunday dinner." He watched as Y/N sighed, putting the bottle down on the counter.

"I've got some paper work to do." They told him, turning to face him, their expression void of any emotion.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Pietro asked, a gentle smile on his face. "But I will never push you, and I will always be a call away."

"Thank you." Y/N replied sincerely. "I really appreciate it." They then picked up their bottle, making their way back into the livint room. Pietro sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get much of a conversation out of them, deciding to bid his goodbye. Y/N then leaned their head back on the sofa, rubbing their face with a groan. They felt bad for blocking him out, but they didn't want to press for information on Wanda, respecting her space.

Although, Wanda wasn't much better, she had spent most of her time hold up in the guest room, her laptop on her lap as she sat in the dark, the Dick Van Dyke show was playing in the background.

"Hey." Pietro knocked lightly on the door, gaining his sister's attention. "I made some tea." He approached her, handing her her cup of tea, watching as she inhaled the warm scent before taking her first sip.

"Thank you." She thanked him, holding the cup between her hands.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Yeah." She answered him, although he could tell she was lying.

"You know, you can always talk to me if ever you need." He told her, not wanting to push her, she gave him a small smile before taking another sip before placing the cup on the nightstand. "So, what are you working on?" He asked her, intrigued about her story ideas.

"I'm just working on a plan for my next book." She told him. "Hopefully it will be better than my previous work."

"All of your work is amazing." He told her proudly.

"No, it isn't." She whispered sadly, the words of her ex flashing through her mind about her poetry and previous novels. "That's what he always said."

"He as in Vis?" Pietro questioned, watching as Wanda only nodded, closing her laptop. "He is completely wrong, you sold thousands of copies, all he got was a job at his family's business. You worked hard to get your works out there, you did that all on your own." He opened his arms for her, watching as she quickly dived in for a hug. "He is nothing but a piece of shit, and you deserve to find someone who will love you for who you are, someone who will encourage you to write every idea that comes into your mind."

"But, what if I don't find them?" She questioned, lifting her head, Pietro wiped the tears that had fell.

"You will." He told her, a gentle smile on his face. "We don't choose love, it finds us, and it will happen when you least expect it."

"Thank you." She spoke tiredly, laying back on her pillows, watching as Pietro moved her laptop over to the desk.

"Get some rest." He told her, covering her with the covers, placing a kiss to the top of her head. "We'll be downstairs if you need anything." With that, he left with a soft click of the door. Wanda closed her eyes, allowing herself to succumb to sleep.

The garden was full of laughter and children running around playing. Wanda soon stepped out into the yard, approaching the figure who was stood at the grill, two cold beers in her hand.

"Here." She handed them the beer, which they had taken thankfully. "How are the steaks?"

"Cooking nicely." They answered her, a smile on their face as they took a sip of beer. "The boys, hotdogs are ready for when they've worked up more of an appetite."

"Boys!" Wanda yelled, turning to face the two troublemakers, watching as they both froze in place. "Hotdogs are ready." She told them, grabbing the two plates and adding corn and some potato waffles for them.

"Yayyy!!" The twins squealed excitedly, grabbing their plates before heading over towards the table to settle down and eat. Wanda watched the two with a full heart, a bright smile on her face before she turned to Y/N.

Wanda jolted awake, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, glancing at the time and seeing it was a little after 1am. Getting herself out of bed, not really bothering about changing as she grabbed her shoes and coat, heading downstairs and running straight towards the exit. She had been having the same dream every night, but this time she recognised the other person with her.

She knew exactly what she had wanted, she knew exactly who she had wanted, after trying to deny her growing feelings for so long since that night. She had no idea how long it took her to walk to Y/N's, but she soon found herself stood on their front porch, her heart hammering against her rib cage as she knocked on the door. Soon hearing shuffling feet on the other side, followed by the sound of locks before the door opened.

"Wanda?" Y/N questioned, in shock that she was finally stood before them. "What are you doing here?"

"I just needed to see you." She told them, unaware of how Y/N's heart was racing too. "Can I come in?" She asked shyly, shuffling on her feet.

"Oh yeah, of course." They stepped aside, allowing the warmth of the house to wrap around her form. The door closed softly, the two stood their quietly before Y/N spoke up again. "Would you like a coffee?" They asked, gesturing towards the kitchen.

"Please." She whispered, soon following them further inside, she was looking around, seeing some changes to the decor. "Are you redecorating?" She asked as she leaned against the counter, watching as Y/N brewed up a fresh pot of coffee.

"I am." They answered, turning to face her. "I figured it was time for a change, especially since."

"I know." She spoke softly, noticing their swift change in demeanor, knowing they were thinking about Jean. "I uh, I should apologise." She started, ignoring Y/N trying to wave her off. "I shouldn't have disappeared the way I did, especially after you helped me."

"Hey." They spoke softly, stopping her ramble. "It's okay, I understand how hard it can be to be vulnerable with someone again, especially after everything." They poured out two cups, handing one to Wanda before holding their own between their hands. "I'll be honest, I have struggled with that myself, with letting someone else in since Jean was the last person to break down my walls." Wanda took a sip of her coffee, watching as Y/N looked inside their own cup. "That was until you came along."

"What?" Wanda whispered, her heart beating impossibly faster.

"I can't really explain it, but you made me feel something more again." They started nervously. "It's extremely easy to talk to you, I feel a comfort and safety with you that I haven't felt in a long time." They chuckled as they placed their cup down on the counter. "I have tried so hard as to not forget the love I had for Jean, or the love we shared, I actually gave up on love and happiness, because she was it for me." They chuckled lightly, their eyes soon finding Wanda's green ones. "That was until I met you."

"Y/N." Wanda whispered, Y/N shook their head.

"Please let me get this out." They pleaded, Wanda only nodded, her own cup lost on the counter. "I thought I was never going to feel anything again, but I feel something for you, and it goes deeper than I ever thought it would." They took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't exactly have words for how I feel right now, but I want to figure it out, if that is also something that you would want too."

"Yes." Wanda breathed out, tears in her eyes which Y/N had wasted no time in moving forward and wiping them away, but leaving their hands resting softly on her cheeks. "I want to explore what this is too, because I can't explain what it is that I feel either, but I have been having the same dream, over and over again, but it wasn't until just now that I have finally realised that it was you." She watched as a smile formed on their face. "It's you who my heart calls for."

"Can I kiss you?" They asked softly, looking deeply in her eyes, only finding comfort and certainty.

"Please." She breathed out, Y/N soon closed the gap, pressing their lips against hers softly, Wanda's hands held their wrists softly, smiling into the kiss, breaking it and Y/N rested their head against hers.

"Stay the night with me?" They asked her, watching as her eyes slowly opened and met their own.

"Of course." She agreed easily, Y/N took her hand, leading her up the stairs towards the master bedroom, the two soon lay down, Y/N wasted no time in wrapping their arms around her, holding her close as the two soon fell into a deep slumber.

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"Great!" Travis said, grinning. Once the Twins were gone, he could recommend Russell's actual channel.

Russell was already wondering if this was the best idea. Yes, he had given them payment. Yes, he had offered them the perk of free, and yes, he had said as long as he had employed them, Antonio wouldn't lay a mental hand on them. But that still didn't mean they couldn't decide they preferred Five's employment.

"I think it's better if none of us think about it too much," Leofric said, with a subtle look of disgust, "Gloves would be suitable in this matter."

"Yeah, you're right," Bill said, before he looked down at his own gloved hands, "It'll save me burning this pair when I'm done with them at the very least."

"That's a good positive way to see it," Simon said, "It's a little extra strength training."

While Antonio quickly regained his composure, he couldn't resist taking a subtle glance over at Ratchet, just to see what kind of effect that might have had on him.

He missed the smile on Willow's face, having been too busy watching Erica and Ratchet, but it seemed that it had been a quick easy task for the elf too.

"I'll have to be ready next time," was all Antonio said then, "Now where were we?"

"We're, we're not, not expecting it," Russell said. He wasn't about to tell them it was their own money they were spending. But nonetheless, he took out an extra thirty dollars from his own wallet and held it out, "Just, just come, just come back safe, all, all right? And, and get yourselves some-something nice while, while you're at it."

Bill gave a nod then. He almost wanted to make a snarky comment about how smithing the tools into something better would be harder if they didn't come back safe without them, but he could see that Russell was trying to offer some kindness despite everything.

Who knows, maybe that would help the Twins see things their way just that bit more?

"Look forward to seeing you back here, boys," Bill said, giving them a fanged grin and a cheerful wave as they left. Then he looked at Leofric when he was certain they were out of earshot, "Did you get their scent?"

"Yes," Leofric said, "If I do need to find them, I'll be able to smell them."

"Willow and I can also keep track of them with their phones," Simon said, "So we'll know what they're doing."

"I will!" Or at least she would look up the channel. It was a little difficult to keep up with videos while living in a different universe.

Though it wasn't the time to bring that up either. They were about to send the Twins out on their own, not knowing if they were going to come back. There was no need to give them more information that they could potentially share with Five while left unsupervised.

"I'm not sure I want to know what else he's been doing with these." Rook muttered. It wasn't hard to do so, but thinking about the implications only made her wish she had a way to clean her magic. "Add some gloves to the list."

"And we get a free workout, right?"

"-right?"

It felt like petty punishment, especially with how long that list was. Tommy held it up so his brother could read it as well, then watched Erica disappear in the dark pit on the floor. Somebody was about to get a good scare.

That person couldn't be Willow, though. She was already reaching into her coat before Erica had even made her entrance. Hopefully, neither Lucien or Antonio were going to notice her own smile at her double's shenanigans.

The cyborg handed over a neatly folded roll of cash, "This should suffice."

"Thanks!" Erica grabbed the money and leaped back into her portal, "I'll be louder next time!"

"Like that's going to help." Lucien grumbled.

The money was slapped onto Timmy's palm as soon as Erica's feet touched the ground. "There! Now you can go buy us stuff."

The brothers consulted each other through a brief look after the money was counted.

"This will take a while."

"And don't expect any change back."

They could barely do anything with that budget. The Twins didn't wait around to say their farewells and headed for the exit. It wasn't very interesting work, but at least they weren't looking for sage again.

[spookystiless]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Unspoken Truths, Broken Ties

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Percy Jackson x reader .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Reader feels insecure and jealous about the close relationship Percy and Annabeth have, leading to an argument between them.

———

The sight of them together, comfortable in their own little world ― just talking and laughing ― made something ugly and painful twist deep inside of you, settling uncomfortably in your gut.

Annabeth and Percy ― they just looked so close, so comfortable around each other. like they always knew exactly what the other was thinking. like their thoughts were constantly in sync ― and it hurt ― gods, did it hurt.

it was obvious they never meant to make you feel this way ― the two of them were oblivious to their surroundings, to you, to the pain they were causing.

you couldn't just stay silent anymore. and so you didn’t— you finally snapped and although the both of them looked at you rather confused at first ― having been snapped out of their little world ― you just continued.

the words just kept spilling out, the pain and jealousy swirling inside of you, making you feel insecure, making you feel small.

which is what lead to you and Percy here.

—

Percy's expression grew a bit frustrated again, his grip on your arm growing firmer, as he dragged you away from where you guys previously were.

“seriously?” he retorted. “are you still going to be mad about that? I told you, I just didn't get―”

“― yeah, you didn't get it,” you cut him off, finally turning your head to look at him. your voice was bitter and sarcastic, and your expression was almost angry. “I noticed.”

Percy's gaze met yours, and his expression was a mix of guilt and frustration.

“I'm sorry, okay?!” he shot back, raising his voice a bit. “I'm sorry ― fine? I'm sorry that I'm such a terrible boyfriend who spends all his time with annabeth―”

“oh, at least you noticed that much!” you snarked, sitting up and glaring at him. “or at least you do have some common sense in that brain of yours after all!”

Percy's expression went from guilty to offended and irritated as you started to jab at him.

he sat up straighter, his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowing slightly. “oh, is that what you think?” he asked, his tone almost mocking. “that I'm just this idiot with no common sense?”

you rolled your eyes ― Percy's reaction was just proving your point.

“you said it yourself,” you shot back, your voice sharp. “all you do is spend time with annabeth ― you don't even notice me!”

“that's not fair!” Percy retorted, his voice growing more heated.

he got up from the bed, his body tense with the anger that started to bubble up inside of him. “yes, I spend time with annabeth! we're friends, that's what people do!”

you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “yeah, friends who spend all their time together instead of with their girlfriend!”

Percy flinced slightly ― your words stung deeply. but he still tried to defend himself.

“it's not all the time,” he protested, his eyes still trained on you. “c'mon, c'mon, you're talking like we don't spend any time together!”

you laughed bitterly at that, the sound harsh and mocking.

“oh, you mean the few minutes we actually stay in the same room?” you asked sarcastically. “yeah, that's sure enough.”

Percy's expression grew angry again, his jaw clenching as he tried to control his temper.

“stop exaggerating,” he said, his voice gruff. “you act like I neglect you or something!”

you got up from the bed as well, standing in front of him and looking him straight in the eyes.

“but you do neglect me!” you countered, your voice almost a shout. “you're always busy with annabeth, you don't pay attention to me ― if anything, it feels like she's your damn girlfriend, not me!”

Percy winced at your words, his expression changing from angry to hurt in an instant. He took a step back, running a hand frustratedly through his hair. “seriously? you’re jealous of annabeth now?!” he retorted, his tone incredulous and almost offended.

“yes!” you snapped, your fist clenching in frustration. “that's what happens when you spend more time with her than with me ― I get jealous!”

Percy huffed, his expression still frustrated, but there was also a hint of disbelief. “I spend time with her because―”

he stopped himself, a flicker of realization passing across his face. he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“because…?” you asked ― your voice slightly softer as you saw the look on his face changing.

Percy hesitated for a moment, looking at you with an almost guilty expression. his eyes roamed your face, searching for something.

“because…” he started, but stopped again ― biting his lower lip.

you raised an eyebrow ― his reaction was getting your curiosity up.

“because..?” you repeated, your eyes locked on his face ― waiting for him to go on, waiting to hear what he was about to say.

Percy took another deep breath, his shoulders slightly slumping.

“it's not like―” he began again, his tone growing quieter. “it's not like I don't enjoy spending time with you. because i do. but sometimes…”

he trailed off ― his expression was struggling between guilt and frustration, and his eyes never left your face.

“but sometimes..?” you questioned, your expression growing a bit gentler as you saw Percy struggling ― the whole thing was so uncharacteristic of him that you couldn't help but feel a shiver of worry creeping up your spine.

Percy closed his eyes for a moment ― taking another deep breath as he gathered his thoughts.

“sometimes,” he muttered, his voice growing so quiet that you could hear the slightest tremble in his tone. “sometimes it's just... easier spending time with her. because sometimes it feels like― like―”

“like?” you prompted, stepping closer to him despite being so angry at him.

there was a strange anxiety starting to grow in your chest as you watched him struggling to put words to whatever he was trying to say.

Percy opened his eyes again ― a mixture of guilt, frustration, and hesitation swirling in their depths.

he looked at you for a moment ― his gaze roaming your face as if searching for something. his lips parted ― and then, he blurted out

“― like she understands me better than you do.”

you felt like someone had just sucker-punched you in the gut.

his words hit you like a ton of bricks ― and for a moment, all you could do was stand there in silence, feeling the sharp pain of his words shooting through your chest.

Percy immediately cringed as the words left his mouth ― seeing the change in your expression made him wish he could snatch the words right out from the air and stuff them back down his throat.

he reached out, like he wanted to touch your arm ― but then he stopped himself, his hand hesitating just millimeters above your skin.

you stood still ― your mind spinning at the same speed as your heart.

words just failed to come to you ― they were stuck somewhere in your throat, leaving you speechless and stunned.

there was an unbearable silence as you looked into his eyes that held a mixture of guilt and worry.

“I…” Percy began again ― the hand that was still hovering over your arm was clenching into a trembling fist.

he looked like he had so much more he wanted to say, but he just couldn’t get the words out. his eyes searched your face, trying to find some clue of understanding in your expression ― instead, he saw only hurt and pain.

“I didn’t mean… I…” he mumbled, his voice wavering slightly.

“didn’t mean what?” you finally managed to get out, your voice quiet and almost trembling.

your emotions where all over the place ― pain, confusion, anger, hurt ― you couldn’t even tell what was what anymore. all you knew was that you wanted Percy to explain himself.

“I.. I―”

Percy’s expression was full of agony as he struggled to find the right words ― struggling to find any words at all. his guilt was almost palpable ― his eyes were glued on your face, as if you were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

he opened and closed his mouth a few times before words finally forced themselves from between his lips

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“then how did you mean it?” you shot back, your voice growing a bit more heated.

you stepped closer to him, forcing him to look at you ― to meet your gaze.

“how is it that Annabeth understands you better than I do?!”

Percy winced at the fire in your voice ― an almost visible wave of guilt washing over his face.

“she― she just understands―” he stuttered, struggling to find the words.

“she understands WHAT?!” you snapped ― the anger was getting the better of you, but you didn’t care.

you grabbed his chin and forced his head straight again, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“come on ― spit it out, Percy!”

Percy winced as you grabbed his chin, his expression pained and guilty. he flinced almost physically ― not from your grip on his chin, but more from the anger in your voice. he swallowed again ― his eyes dropping down again.

“she understands the... the hero thing.” he muttered eventually, his voice quiet and almost ashamed.

your anger deflated a bit ― replaced by an overwhelming wave of confusion.

“the.. ‘hero thing’..?” you repeated, your grip on Percy’s chin loosening a bit.

Percy nodded ― he was biting his lower lip again, a nervous habit of his. he didn’t look at you, his gaze fixed on the floor.

“yeah, you know, the... the whole being-a-hero thing. the prophecy thing.” he murmured, still refusing to look you in the eyes.

you let go of his chin, your hand falling back down to your side. you took a step away, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“so...” you started, your tone guarded. “you’re saying Annabeth understands that whole being-a-hero thing better than I do... because she's a demigod as well?”

Percy’s shoulders slumped ― he still refused to look you in the eyes, nodding slightly in response. he was quiet for a moment ― then he let out a deep sigh, ran a hand through his hair, and muttered:

“it's just― it's easier talking to her about that stuff, you know? she knows what it's like because she lives it, too.”

his words ― as rational and understandable as they were ― still stung.

you took another step back, feeling a growing mixture of hurt and anger building in your chest ― though now, the anger was mostly aimed at yourself.

"so.. what," you asked in a hoarse voice. "so I just don't understand, huh?"

Percy’s head snapped up, his eyes finally finding yours. he looked at you ― and the expression on his face almost broke your heart. guilt, shame, pain, worry ― it was clear as day.

he took a step towards you ― his hand reaching out like he wanted to touch you.

“no,” he protested, his voice almost urgent. “no, that’s not what I meant! I―”

“then what DID you mean?!” you interjected, taking another step back ― though not fast enough to escape his reach.

his hand landed on your wrist, holding on to you lightly as if he was afraid you were about to disappear.

“I―I just―” he started again, struggling to find the right words. he took a step closer, still holding on to you.

“it’s just... sometimes it’s just easier to talk to her about the hero stuff.” he muttered, his eyes dropping down again. “because she understands what it’s like. I don’t have to explain anything to her because she knows.”

your heart ached from his words more than you wanted to admit. no matter how rational it was ― it stung knowing that he shared things with someone else that he didn’t with you. someone who apparently understood things better than you did.

you tried to pull away from his grip again, but his hold on your wrist tightened slightly.

Percy could sense your discomfort ― he could see the hurt in your eyes, but he couldn’t find the words to make it better. he knew he was only making things worse with every word he uttered, but he couldn’t stop himself.

he ran a hand frustratedly through his hair again, still refusing to look at you, as he muttered

“I didn’t― I didn’t mean to hurt you. it’s just― it’s complicated.”

“complicated?” you repeated, your voice growing more and more bitter.

“what’s so complicated about it, huh?!” you snapped ― pulling at your wrist and finally managing to escape his hold. “she understands it, I don’t ― so you just spend all your time with her?!”

Percy’s expression was pained as you finally pulled your wrist free ― he ran his hand over his eyes, trying to keep himself together.

"it's― it's not that simple, I―" he started ― then stopped, struggling to get the words out.

he opened and closed his mouth again, as if every time he was about to say something he thought better of it.

“not that simple, huh?!” you retorted, your voice bordering on hysterical. "then make it simple for me! because clearly, I'm just too dumb to understand, since I'm not Annabeth."

Percy flinced at your words ― a mix of pain and guilt washing over his face.

"that’s not what I said," he protested, taking a step closer. He looked like he wanted to reach out and grab your wrist again ― but the look in your eyes told him it was better not to.

"it's― it's not that you're dumb, I―" he started, struggling to find the right words again. he couldn’t meet your eyes.

"what, then?!" you pressed on, your voice rising. anger was taking over your pain and you didn't want to let him off the hook. "what do you mean with ‘it’s easier to talk to her’?"

Percy bit his lower lip again ― his expression was pure misery, but he still wouldn’t look at you.

"I― I just―" he began again, sighing deeply. he finally managed to meet your gaze ― and you could see the guilt and pain reflecting back at you.

"she gets what I mean, alright?" he said, his tone quiet. "she― she understands without me having to explain it to her. she just... she gets me."

your heart clenched in pain as you heard his words. it hurt ― hearing him say it out loud, hearing that there was someone who ‘got him’ better than you did.

"and I don't?" you shot back, your voice growing more and more bitter.

Percy winced again ― the guilt and pain in his face deepening. he ran his hand frustratedly over his face, looking like he wanted to punch himself.

"no― no you do, it’s just―" he started, hesitating for a moment. his eyes dropped down again, his shoulders slumping.

"it’s just― it’s different with her, alright?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

"different how?!" you fired back ― your anger was turning to rage. you felt like you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

how could someone else understand him better??

"I don't know!" Percy exclaimed, his voice growing frustrated as well. he shook his head, running his hand through his hair again.

"I don't know, she― she’s just different, alright? it's― it's complicated!"

Percy looked more and more desperate on the inside ― as if he was fighting a war against himself.

you let out a frustrated noise ― all of your feelings starting to boil over.

you wanted to scream at him ― to yell until your throat hurt. you wanted to scream at him to explain himself properly, to put these confusing and conflicted feelings into words. it wasn’t enough to just say that it’s “complicated”. you wanted answers!

"complicated how?!" you demanded again, your voice growing even more heated.

you were fed up ― fed up of being left in the dark, of being left out of some ‘inner circle’ of understanding.

you were angry that he wasn’t being open with you ― and now he was telling you that someone else understood him better than you did.

Percy was growing increasingly agitated at your demanding tone, but he tried to keep his voice level.

"I already told you, I don’t know how!" he snapped back, frustration and desperation making his words come out harshly. "I don’t know how to explain it, alright?! things are just― they’re just easier with her, that’s all!"

"easier how?!” you snapped ― your voice rising even more.

"because she understands all these ‘hero things’?!” you put air quotes around the last two words, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"yes!" he snapped back, his voice rising as well.

something seemed to finally have snapped ― all his guilt and shame getting replaced by anger and frustration.

"yes, because she understands things you don’t! she― she knows what it’s like, okay?!"

"so what, you just dump all your ‘hero problems’ on her and don’t bother telling me ‘because I wouldn’t understand, anyway’?!" you shot back.

"that’s not what I said, would you―" Percy interjected, frustratedly running a hand over his face again ― but you didn’t want to hear it.

"no, that’s exactly what you said!" you cut him off, your voice shaking with anger. "you said she understands, you said things are 'easier' with her!"

"well, they are!" Percy snapped back, his own volume increasing.

he was getting angry now ― the guilt finally turning entirely into irritation.

"she understands when I can’t explain things, she gets my jokes, she― she just... she gets me, okay?!”

you let out a strangled noise ― your anger was increasing with every word he uttered.

"so, what, I don’t get you, then?!" you fired back ― you couldn’t keep the desperation out of your voice. "I don’t get your stupid little jokes, I’ll never understand your ‘hero problems’?!"

"I didn’t say that!" Percy protested ― his own irritation rising to the surface.

he was starting to match your volume, his own voice growing more and more heated.

"but you don’t, okay?!" he yelled back. "you don’t understand these ‘stupid little jokes’ as well ― you don’t understand the ‘hero problems’ because you’re not a freaking demigod!"

you nearly flinched at his words ― the truth of them hitting you like a truck.

he was right, goddamn him. you weren’t a demigod, you didn’t have any of the same life experiences as him.

but still, hearing him say that hurt. it felt like a punch to the gut, as if he was rubbing it in that you would never truly understand what he was going through.

"I―" you started, your voice growing shaky again ― the anger was still there, but now it was mixed with pain and resignation.

you didn’t know what to say. he was right ― you would never understand. you could never truly relate to him in the same way that Annabeth could.

your shoulders slumped, the fight slowly leaving you.

and suddenly, all that was left were the feelings ― the hurt, the pain, the heartache.

the anger was gone ― replaced with raw, vulnerable emotions.

"hey…" he muttered ― his voice more gentle now as he slowly reached out for your hand. he took it carefully in his, as if he was afraid you’d jerk away.

his touch was soft ― gentle and delicate. he held your hand like it was made of glass, his thumb slowly tracing small circles in your palm.

you didn’t know when you’d started to cry ― all you knew was, that tears were streaming down your face, and they wouldn’t stop.

Percy’s expression softened even more as he saw your tears, guilt and pain creeping back on his face.

he carefully laced his fingers through yours, his grip growing a bit tighter, but still delicate.

"hey…" he muttered again ― his voice just above a whisper now. he gently pulled you closer, bringing you into his arms, your head ending up leaned against his chest.

his free hand wrapped around your body as he pulled you closer, rubbing small circles on your back.

you could feel the steady beat of his heart thumping against your cheek through his t-shirt ― fast, but steady.

"shh..." he whispered as you tried to stifle a sob, his fingers running through your hair.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice rough. "I didn’t― I didn’t mean it like that, I―"

he sighed deeply ― the sound sending a shiver over your skin.

"I’m an idiot, okay?" he muttered, his voice just above a whisper. his fingers never stopped massaging the skin on your scalp.

you shook your head, your face still pressed against his chest. you didn’t trust yourself to speak ― your throat tight with swallowed sobs.

he let out another sigh ― a sigh filled with guilt and pain.

he gently pulled you a bit closer, his chin resting on the top of your head. his arms wrapped tighter around you ― as if he was trying to shield you from the world.

"I shouldn’t have yelled at you," he muttered ― his voice more of a whisper now. his hand wandered to the back of your head, his fingers continuing to massage your scalp. his other hand was still rubbing soothing circles on your back.

you could hear his heart still beating fast, but steady. he was calmer than he’d been before ― his rage gone, guilt and shame taking its place.

"I should’ve just― we should’ve just―" he muttered, his voice growing more frustrated. he was struggling ― trying to find the right words, any words. he was clearly fighting with his own thoughts, his own feelings.

he let the silence linger for a few seconds, his fingers still tracing slow, soothing circles on your back. he swallowed again ― hard and loud ― as he inhaled once more, as if trying to prepare himself for what he was going to say.

he took another deep breath ― his shaky exhale making his chest shudder. and then, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I’m scared."

you swallowed ― the words making your throat feel dry.

he was scared?

you could feel his fingers tighten their grips as he spoke, holding you even closer than before. his heart was going fast under your cheek ― faster than it usually did.

you lifted your head from his chest, looking up at his face. his expression was nearly pained ― guilt, shame, fear, and... something else you couldn’t quite identify.

his grip on you was tight ― his arms holding you against him like he was trying to fuse your bodies together.

his eyes looked a bit glossy ― as if there was something building up behind them, something he was desperately holding back.

he swallowed again ― his throat muscles flexing under your gaze.

"I’m scared," he repeated ― he voice rough and strangled.

he swallowed again ― his throat bobbing visibly as he fought the growing lump.

"I’m scared of losing this," he muttered, his voice strangled. "I’m scared of losing you."

you nearly flinched at his words ― the raw emotions behind them nearly knocking the air out of your lungs.

he was scared of losing you? after everything? after the stupid argument and the words that were said?

the guilt and shame were back on his face ― he looked as if he’d just ripped out a part of his heart.

his grip on you became tighter ― his fingertips pressed into your skin.

"I’m scared that― that you’ll realize that I’m not good enough," he muttered, his voice shaking as he swallowed dryly once more ― forcing the lump in his throat down. "that you’ll find someone better than me. someone who can... understand you―"

you barely stopped yourself from scoffing at hearing his words. like there was someone else ― someone better than him.

did he really think that? did he really think you could ever want anyone other than him?

you wanted to tell him how stupid he was being ― that he’d been an idiot for even thinking you would find someone else.

how was it that the greatest and bravest hero you knew of, was also the most clueless and self-deprecating man?

"You―" you started, your voice thick with tears. "you are the only one I want, okay? that’s all― you. no one else."

his eyes widened momentarily ― shock evident on his face.

he stared down at you for a moment, his expression surprised ― as if he had been expecting some other response.

but your words seemed to do something to him ― the pain on his face lessening ― the fear in his eyes fading, slowly changing to relief and... and hope?

he swallowed ― his throat clicking audibly.

he seemed to be at a loss for words ― his expression almost dumbfounded as he just stared at you, taking in your words.

then, his mouth opened as if he was about to say something ― but he didn’t get a chance to say anything, because you cut him off.

"I don’t care that you’re a demigod and I’m not," you whispered, your words thick with tears. "I don’t care that you have hero problems that I’ll never understand.

I don’t care that you’re stubborn, or that you can’t always say the right thing, or that you have an annoying habit of taking stupid risks. I don’t care about any of it, okay? I just... I just want you.”

he stared at you for a moment ― completely speechless.

his grip on you was still tight ― his fingers pressed into your skin, holding you like you were something precious.

he swallowed once more ― his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion.

"but― b―" he stuttered, but his voice broke before he could finish whatever he was about to say.

you could clearly see the conflict in his expression ― the pain of his past words still present, but now, there was also something more in his eyes as he looked at you.

his hand that was still gripping your back, moved to cup the side of your head ― his rough thumb stroking your cheek with a gentleness that made your heart flutter.

he licked his lips ― a nervous tic, you had noticed early on. he always did it when he was distracted, or nervous, or upset.

"I don’t― I don’t deserve you, you know that, right?" he asked ― his voice still hoarse.

"You’re―" you started, but you took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising anger ― trying to focus on the fact that he was hurting, that he was just as insecure about this as you were.

he needed to know how much he meant to you ― that he was more to you than some heroic boy. he needed to hear it.

you reached up, your hand grabbing his chin again, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

he obeyed without a word, his own gaze moving to yours, even though he clearly didn’t want to ― guilt still present in his expression.

"You’re an idiot," you said, your voice firm. "A complete and utter idiot who can’t see what’s right in front of him."

he winced a bit at your words, a flash of embarrassment crossing his face, but you ignored it, continuing.

you gripped his chin a bit tighter, your voice hardening.

“you think you’re the only one who’s scared? you think you’re the only one who feels like they’re not enough? think again, dumbass.”

he clearly had not expected the sudden anger in your voice ― his eyes widening briefly.

he swallowed once more ― a nervous tic you had noticed he’d recently developed.

he looked so vulnerable in front of you ― his features soft and open, none of his usual defenses present.

"I’m scared too, you know," you continued, your hand still gripping his chin. "everyday I wake up and I’m terrified that you won’t come back. everytime you go out, I wonder if this will be the time you don’t come back. every single time."

his expression darkened ― guilt and shame taking over his features once more.

he knew it was all true. he knew how much pain it caused you whenever he left.

his hand still cupped your face ― but neither of you made any move to close the distance between you.

"but you know what?" you asked, your words softer now.

his eyes flickered back to yours, a hint of hope returning to his expression.

"every single time, you come back to me. and I’m okay. because you’re a hero, and heroes don’t run. they don’t give up, and they don’t die."

"you’re always there," you continued — your voice quiet, almost whispering now. “you’re my hero, okay? you don’t get to decide how much I love you, or how much I need you. you don’t get to decide if you deserve me or not.”

his breath hitched in his throat ― his body tensing at your words, his expression pained.

he wanted to fight you on it. he wanted to argue and tell you he wasn’t good enough ― he wasn’t worthy.

"you are good enough," you said — your voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

"you’re more than enough. you’re amazing. you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. and you don’t get to decide something different. got that?"

he just stared at you ― his expression morphing into multiple different emotions as he tried to process your words.

he seemed torn ― a part of him still wanting to convince you that you deserved better, but the other part slowly losing that internal fight.

"I’m just... I’m just scared," he muttered, his expression weary, the dark circles under his eyes emphasizing the exhaustion you knew he felt.

his face was just a few inches from yours ― you could feel his breath against your lips.

you wanted to touch him ― to kiss him, and touch his face and his body. but you held back, knowing that he needed this ― this reassurance, this talk.

you knew Percy wasn’t good at expressing his feelings ― he was more of a man of actions, using physical gestures to show his care. but it wasn’t just you who needed to hear it, Percy also needed to express it. and this, this was the most he’d ever exposed himself to you.

he was a stubborn, sarcastic, hot-headed hero ― but he was also vulnerable and scared and insecure, and he was still just a 17-year-old boy. and you loved him ― you loved him so fiercely, so deeply and unapologetically.

you gripped one of his wrists in your hand, your fingers gently rubbing the soft skin there.

"we're going to figure it out together, okay?" you reassured him. "whatever happens ― we'll figure it out, together. and I'm not leaving you. ever."

he opened his eyes at hearing your words ― the familiar shade of sea green that always made you feel safe now looking back at you.

he exhaled another shaky breath, the corners of his lips twitching into a weak, tiny smile. it was an expression of comfort and security ― he believed you.

he leaned forward again ― pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his breath ghosting over your skin, making you shiver.

his body was pressed tight against you ― his arms embracing you, holding you tightly once more, as he inhaled your scent.

"I love you," he mumbled against your skin, his voice barely more than a whisper, but you heard him anyway, his words making your heart flutter.

“I love you too.”

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FOR YOUR LOVE , masterlist

( nam gyu x reader (rockstar au), thanos x reader )

warnings: to be consistent with the plot reader is danish, smut, drugs, alcohol, explicit content, lots of music, for this story i was inspired exclusively by the discography of måneskin. i was inspired by one of their songs for this story.

plot: you and nam gyu don't get along. never. he is arrogant, prickly, always ready to challenge you with sharp jokes and fiery glances. you, you are exactly like him, a devil incarnate in a woman figure. you must be perfect, as the guitarist of saurer sarg, a rock band on the rise.

on stage you are a shadow moving between sharp riffs and fiery solos, but out of there the real show is your relationship with nam gyu, the drummer. you prick each other relentlessly, always on the edge between rivalry and something more, something neither of you has ever had the courage to really face.

then there is thanos, the charismatic frontman. when you start writing songs with him, the complicity between you becomes obvious. every note, every word seems to bring you closer and closer, and suddenly nam gyu is no longer just the guy you argue with over every musical detail-he's the one who looks at you in silence when you think you don't notice.

but success brings with it the weight of choices. the tour lengthens, tensions rise, and the distance between you becomes deeper than the music can bridge. as the band begins to crumble, you are faced with a question that is not just about the music: who are you when the lights go out? and who do you really want by your side when everything seems to fall apart?

SAURER SARG ( MEMBERS )

— the guitarist,, you

— the drummer ,, nam gyu

— the singer ,, choi su bong

— the bass player ,, se mi

DISCOGRAPHY ( SONGS )

20 years ( written by thanos )

" i'm twenty years old

and i don't give a shit, i have zero to prove to you

i'm not like you who give your soul to money

from the eyes of the pure you are only cowards "

hate ( written by thanos )

" let's spend the rest of life together tonight

life is being with you in bed, everything else is waiting

we own ourselves only the time we spend together

and to both of us so it fits "

malak ( written by thanos )

" something is moving (euphoria, i'm crazy about you)

it's us against the light (euphoria, i'm crazy about you)

the birth of another venus is you and me "

the essence of the universe ( written by se mi )

" this morning i was on my way to work

i thought i'm not like them

i am a fountain pen

ink on the skin of others, a means of making sense

to the dirt on the hands of those who dig into mental problems "

the man who loved women ( written by you )

" only you, forgetting you is hard

you were a little more

i liked the way you loved

how much of a man you are

if i'm not around

you consume me in a day

waiting for a farewell "

escort ( written by nam gyu )

" come on you are ashamed

we've been here for more than an hour, you get undressed

you don't want to throw your money away

you don't need the eyes excuse anymore

it's not a vice if i do it once in a while

do you mind if i call you once in a while?

i didn't think i liked you so much

if you keep it up I swear i'll have a heart attack "

goodbye ( written by thanos )

" i never really remember how i started

we never really stop when we start

if freedom is a teenager's mistake

to love without asking, to hate without understanding "

i want you ( written by nam gyu )

" you, i feel like you're terrorised

i have a feeling

i feel like telling you now

hey, i feel like love is good

it's such a big deal

i feel like telling you now "

FOR YOUR LOVE ( CHAPTERS )

i. years to grow

new chapters coming soon

[katescorner]

LOVEBUG — bokuto kotaro x reader

you don't mean to be dramatic. it's the morning of valentine's day, and you're sure that the majority of your apartment complex is still asleep. but you could feel your skin crawling, goosebumps rising as a chill ran down your back. there was something strange in the air, a feeling of not being entirely alone—there was a bug loose in your living room.

because of course on the one day of the year dedicated to love you're stuck spending it with a creepy critter.

a piercing screech leaves you when you see the thing skitter across your floor with alarming speed. you jump onto your sofa, abandoning your coffee for safety. bugs couldn't climb . . . could they?

wrong. they very much could, and it was crawling straight at you.

you came tumbling out of your apartment with a yelp, not paying attention to the fact you were dressed only in your pajamas. you didn't even have shoes on, but surely your neighbors could turn a blind eye if they saw you.

"are you okay?"

he's gorgeous (and somewhat familiar). light hair with streaks of black, he's the vision of beauty, and . . . you're in hello kitty jammies barefoot in the hallway. he's staring at you unfazed by your choice in outfit, seeming more concerned than anything, while the man besides him is giving you a curious look.

"i'm—" and you paused because you weren't exactly fine. you were fighting a battle against an enemy that measured less than an inch, and you were losing. "actually you seem strong. can you help me?"

the man blinks before he breaks out into a smile. "what sort of man would i be if i didn't help out someone in need? i'm bokuto."

"hi bokuto, there's a bug loose in my apartment."

you watch him as he carefully enters your place. he takes off his shoes at the door, and you direct him to the living room as you trail behind him. his friend waits patiently outside as if this were normal occurrence between the two to be sidetracked like this. you wonder if it is.

bokuto spots the bug immediately, and he takes an empty plastic cup from the table near you—one of the disposable ones. he traps the thing with ease and slides a piece of paper under so he can move the makeshift cage.

"is it mean if i flush it down a toilet?"

you blink. "considering i sprayed it with half a bottle of bug spray earlier . . . no."

he laughs, and you feel yourself melt a little. he does indeed flush it down the toilet, and you pray it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass—literally.

bokuto heads to the door while you try to muster the courage to ask him for his number, but he pauses at your desk with a small smile. it's a mess of papers, but he points specifically to the paper hanging by your calendar.

"you a fan of volleyball?"

you glance at your adlers mini-poster. "i'm a fan of the adlers. kageyama tobio is an insanely talented setter."

he laughs again, but this time there's an air of knowing amusement. "and what about miya atsumu?"

"what about him? he's fine."

bokuto almost can't contain himself. "not a fan of the black jackals, then." he shrugs. "guess i can change your mind over dinner. are you doing anything tonight?"

you pretend to ponder for a moment despite knowing you have nothing planned for tonight. "i'm not."

"great, i'll pick you up around seven."

there's a knock at your door, and the two of you are reminded that bokuto wasn't here alone. his friend's voice filters through your door just as you go to open it for him.

"sorry to interrupt, but bokuto-san, you're going to be late for practice."

you stop. "practice?"

"oh, did i not mention? bokuto kotaro, outside hitter for the msby jackals."

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[fickleminder]

for your ears only

Cursed into a stuffed toy to spy on Lucifer, you never expected to find out the secret he kept close to his heart.

Written for the Devil's Cupid Valentine's Event organized by @obeymevents! My partner for this event is @gurgurlac, who drew a very nice piece to accompany this fic hehe~

"You're adorable."

"I never get tired of holding you in my arms."

You were going to die. From Lucifer's honeyed words to his warm embrace, caged between his biceps and surrounded by his heartbeat… You swore you were about to combust into a ball of flames.

A part of you mentally cursed Satan for transforming you into this state: unable to speak or move, but free to listen and observe, the perfect spy to gather intel for the Anti-Lucifer League. To the untrained eye, you were nothing more than a sheep plush resembling the exchange student that had been planted in Lucifer's office.

Of all the reactions from the stoic first-born, you never expected him to cradle what was supposedly a stuffed toy so tenderly and whisper into its fur.

"Spending time with you is the highlight of my day."

"Mere words cannot express how much you mean to me."

He had to know it was you, right? No way he would just spill his guts to an inanimate object that couldn't respond to him, couldn't tell him that his feelings were definitely reciprocated.

You had held off on confessing, unsure if Lucifer returned your affections or not. He hadn't even seen your true form since you were summoned to the Devildom as a little sheep. Despite the rocky start to your relationship, he had grown to cherish you as a beloved member of his family. But you wanted more.

And now that you knew you could have it, there was nothing stopping you from seeking Lucifer out the second this stupid spell finally wore off. Until then, you would do your best to make sure your heart didn't give out as it swelled with more love than your tiny form could handle.

"Stay by my side forever."

"I love you."

.

.

.

(Lucifer shut the door behind him after depositing you safely on your bed, where you could rest until the spell broke. "I look forward to your answer, little lamb." He smiled to himself before retreating back to his office.)

[allertonhoe]

c12 and a26 with rafe cameron

here you go!! some fluff for valentine’s day 🥰💞

prompts: "not wanting to be reminded of the fact that they once hated the other (because they're so precious to them now)" + "Just shut up and kiss me."

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You were lounging on the couch with your boyfriend, both of you unwinding from your chaotic days at work. You sat at the end of the lounge, Rafe laying his head on your lap so you could play with his hair. His tall body stretched across the cushions, his legs hanging off the armrest.

"Fuck, I don't know what I'd do without you," he gushes, taking one of your hands in his and pecking the back appreciatively. Finding yourself giggling at his words as he sat back up from the reclined position. "What?"

"You act like we didn't hate each other until, like, a year ago..." you remind him.

You moved to North Carolina for university, and your best friend happened to be dating Kelce at the time. The first time you met Rafe was at some random frat party; his memorable introduction having involved him accidentally spilling his drink all over your white shirt.

You'd been forced to spend more time than you would've preferred around him during their fling, which was always contentious for the most part. You thought he was an egomaniac, and he thought you were a raging bitch. So you were a match made in heaven from the start.

Your friends' relationship couldn't outlast college, the two breaking up only months before graduation. But somehow, in the midst of all their drama, you and Rafe had actually started getting along. And the rest was history.

He groaned in exasperation upon hearing your remark, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Giggling as you felt him gently nip the sensitive skin, leaving a soft kiss over the area to soothe it. Acting like he was putty in your hands despite the intimidating demeanor he'd carried for years when you hadn't gotten along.

"Don't say that," he muttered in protest.

"What? It's true!" you maintain. "Rafe, you know I don't hold it against you or anything. I'm just teasing..."

"I know, but..." He trails off, pulling back to look at you again with his irresistible blue eyes. "I just hate thinking about how I was back then."

"You haven't really changed that much," you call out in amusement.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he grills playfully, knowing you were referring to his fiery personality.

"What do you think, drama queen?" you quip, Rafe rolling his eyes at your nickname.

"Why do I put up with you again?" he remarks sarcastically.

"Because you couldn't resist my annoying ass," you retort smartly.

"Can't say you're wrong about that one," he mumbles, bringing his face dangerously close to yours.

"You think I'm annoying?" You turn back around on him, purposely giving him a hard time.

"Just shut up and kiss me, you idiot," he demands lowly, staring down at your lips.

You couldn't help but laugh, bringing your hands to his cheeks and kissing him chastely. Rafe not letting you pull away too far, his teeth taking your bottom lip and sucking on it. Making you squeal abruptly as he tugged you even closer, eliminating the rest of the space between you.

"I love you, baby," he murmurs in adoration.

"I love you too," you echo, smiling against his mouth as he kissed you again.

[a-sound-sol]

¹⁾ “don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”

from the prompt list :)

fuck about it // k. bakugou

quirkless au, MDNI, hints of nsfw, enemies -> fwb -> lovers

a/n: inspo: waterparks, chappell roan, and bad bunny !!! shout out to sydsuki/kidney <33

This summer was going to be different, that's what you told yourself.

Last year, you fell victim to toned abs and biceps, on the most infuriating man you had ever met. He angered you and frustrated you, he always had. You've known Katsuki Bakugou since middle school, and you've always despised him.

Until that night at the beach, you had done your best to avoid even being alone with him.

But the bonfire sparked something else in you, perhaps in him too.

All your friends had gathered by the shore to celebrate the end of college, finals finished and degrees in hand. You spent the night laughing with your friends, relieved the stress of school had finally ended.

As Denki and Mina slowly convinced everyone else to go swimming, you were left with Katsuki. His eyes flicked from the fire to meet yours.

"You look good tonight," he subtly bit his lower lip, eyes falling to your hips before meeting your gaze again.

"Okay? Where's the insult?" you bark back. You were adults, but that didn't mean he didn't still piss you off to no degree.

"No insult, just admiring the view." He smirked and moved around the fire, sitting next to you.

You tried to hold your composure, you really did. But you were starting to sweat, and your face was heating up.

"You know yn, you've always been a bit of a brat. Can't believe you won't look at me still. Not the same person I used to be." Katsuki mumbles, his mouth a bit too close to your ear. The hairs on your neck stood up.

"You'll always be the jerk from middle school to me, Katsuki." You bite back. He grips your chin gently, forcing you to look into his eyes. "'M not that guy. You've known that for a while."

Your eyes shoot open, almost getting lost in his. You mentally curse yourself, you can't fall for that shit again. Sure, you'd had a crush on Katsuki when you first met, but it's not like he ever felt the same. Plus, he's a jerk... right?

"Come on, let me prove it to you," he said before pressing his lips against your neck, brushing them softly against your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself in the pleasure, in his touch.

When he looked into your eyes, you saw his darkening as you wrapped your arm around his neck. "Parents've got a beach house up the road..." he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Wanna come with me?"

You hate how quickly you nodded your head, and how fast he was able to get your clothes off. You hated how good it felt to be with him. You hated it so much, you hadn't spoken since last summer.

Until today.

You agreed to meet up with the crew. Schedules had been harder to align the past year, with everyone's careers taking off in different directions. You decide to show up late, hoping Katsuki had decided to leave early, since he's always on time.

Your face falls when you walk into Yaoyarozu's mansion, and the first face you see is that spikey haired jerk. He's standing against the wall, stirring a glass of whiskey, facing the door. He's been waiting for you.

He looks up from his drink to meet you with a smug smirk. “Don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again."

“Shut the fuck up Kats. You know you had just as much fun as I did.” You reply, walking up to him. There was a fire in your step, one you didn't even track. Your chest was suddenly pressed against his, his arm snaking around your waist.

"You know, the extras are all outside. Nobody would even hear us," he whispers, nibbling your earlobe as your body shakes slightly in anticipation.

"Kats, come on, I came to see everyone, not you." You whine, knowing you're feeling weak in the knees already.

"Well, I only came to see you. 'M patient though. Waited for you all year." He blushes, and for a moment, you question what he means by that. He'd probably hooked up with plenty of people since you last saw him... right?

"W-wait, Kats.... waited for me.... meaning...?"

"You know exactly what I mean, dummy." He takes your hand, rubbing his fingers across your knuckles. "Been waiting for you for years at this point."