#i felt too guilty asking friends to bring me stuff i needed

[quaalussy]

been cryingg and realizing how many sore emotional spots being in quarantine is hitting lmaoo

[sageworld]

WILDFLOWER • paige bueckers

warnings ; cheating, paige x gfs bestfriend, smut, oral (reader & p receiving)

you hated her. the way she treated your best friend, her stupid smirk, you hated the way she would ghost your best friend for days, you hated the way you had to comfort your best friend in wake of whatever girl paige was cheating with. you hate how good paige looked in her nike techs or after a grueling practice, you hated the way a ping on jealously came in you chest when you had to third wheel them, most of all you hated how good she could make you feel.

you knew how wrong it was yet you could never figure out how to say no, or even want too. you never felt guilty during or even the following day after, it only ever hit when you had to comfort her, while she’s crying on your shoulder unbeknownst to the fact that her girlfriend is texting you asking to meet up.

“it’s like every time i think we’re okay i just find something else out.” she cries, tears running down your shoulder. “i’m not ready to leave her but i don’t know how much more i can take.” her open mouth sobs breaking your heart while creating a warm spot on your shoulder from heavy heaving.

“she doesn’t deserve you babe, you need to know your worth because it’s so much more than her.” as guilty as you feel, you tuck her head farther into your shoulder so you can safely check your apple watch.

paige b. ; can you meet at my place in 20?

simply liking her message in response you know you have to think of something fast.

“babe, i wanna stay but remember i have that test for my human science class in 20 minutes, but i can come back after.” you pull away pouting. “do you have to go?” she cries harder to which you nod “i’m sorry, but i can come back later and i’ll bring some snacks, we can catch up on some love island.” you propose. “okay.” and with a hug, some encouraging words to her and a goodbye you’re out the door.

to paige b. ; i’ll be there in 10

it doesn’t take long for you to sneak your way up to her apartment, softly knocking. while paige did have ice as a roomate you didn’t have to worry, her and the small circle of paige’s close friends kept it quiet about your twos affair. sometime receiving a judgmental glare or two from all but kk but nothing you can’t ignore.

“need you so bad.” paige quickly opens the door, pulling you in before you can even get a greeting out. she leans down, closing the door behind you while simultaneously pressing her lips to yours. the kiss is hot and needy as one of her big hands finds your jaw, the other finding your left tit.

“did she say anything to you?” paige manages to get out before kissing you again, hands finding your hips and pulling you towards her bedroom. “just the normal, mmm.” her hand grabs your ass. “normal stuff about you cheating- and she doesn’t know- how much more she’ll take.” you muffle out in between kisses.

you squeal as paige tosses you on the bed, crawling on top like some kind of predator hunting it’s prey.

“gonna fuck you so good baby.” she pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in gray sweats and black sports bra. her face goes to your neck, licking and sucking all on the skin leaving hickeys. you normally don’t let her but her hands feel like a drug roaming all over you. “let me get all this off baby.” and off went your shirt, bra and shorts leaving you in just your panties.

“so fucking sexy.” she mumbles, taking a second to admire you before laying to the right of you, leaning down to suck your nipple, her other hand reaching down between your legs and into your panties, rubbing your clit. one of your arms wrapping around the back of her neck, pulling her closer and the other rubbing her arm that’s playing with your pussy. “feels so fucking good, paige.” your moans over coming the room.

“oh yeah? i bet i could make you feel even better, princess.” she her smirk you hate so fucking much making an appearance. “please paige, make me feel good.” you hated how you already knew she wanted you to beg for it. “if you insist, princess.” you whine as her hand leaves your pussy to pull your panties down your legs but all is worth it once you feel her breath against your hot pussy. “tell me baby, what else did she tell you.” god, you hated when she did that. you knew paige got off on cheating. she got some weird exotic pleasure out of the fact that you were her girlfriends best friend and here you were, shoving your pussy in her face. you sometimes wonder if paige would even be into if you weren’t her girlfriend best friend.

“she said you cheated with some girl on the cheer team.” you suck in a breath as her tongue licks your clit. “keep talking baby.” she encourages, spitting on your pussy and licking it up. “it’s the s-same girl from last, oh fuck, uhm new years she thinks you got with.” you cry out, as much as you hated to admit this part, paige ate pussy like a pro. “yeah, what’d you say baby?” she inserts two finger, sitting up a little bit. “you comfort her, tell her how she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.” her slowly curls her two fingers up. “huh baby? is that what you did pretty girl? ” she crawls up, two fingers still deep in you, using her one hand to hold her above you, her face right above yours.

“or, did you tell her the truth?” her fingers start moving a bit. “did you tell her what a fucking slut you are? hmm, what a whore you are for me?” you whine out at her words. “hmm pretty girl, did you know that? that you’re a fucking slut, what kind of girl does that, huh?” her pace picks up with every word, your pussy getting wrecked by her long fingers. “you act like such a good friend, pretending so good for me baby, but you’re a slut.” at this point, you’re not sure if you’re crying at her words or the third finger she’s added.

“can you imagine if she found out baby? what do you think she do? how would she feel.” her fingers aren’t slowing down as you feel a tightening in your tummy. “look at you, dirty girl. you act like you feel guilty but i know you’re not. you fucking love fucking me.” your orgasm hits hard at her words, juices squirting out of you but her fingers don’t stop.

“paige, fuck stop it.” you whine trying to push her hand away, “no, listen she’s talking to me.” she refers to the obscene noises your pussy is making, all wet and squishy, the sound of her fingers pounding adding more. “paigeee.” you cry out, sitting up. “okay okay.” her cruel smile looking down at you. “my turn.” paige gets up and strips out the rest of her clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“c’mere baby.” she reaches back, holding a hand out to help you get up. you land on the floor on your knees in between her thighs. “gonna make mommy feel good, huh pretty girl?” one of her hands grabs a fist full of your hair, the other softly caressing your face. “yeah mommy.” you stare up at her, almost starstruck and reminding her of a little puppy. “go ahead pup, make mommy feel good.” she opens your mouth forcefully, spitting in it, the soft tone in her voice not matching her actions. her hand in your hair shoves you forward, shoving your face in her hot, wet pussy.

“fuck, baby so good.” she moans out, closing her eyes as you suck her clit, you can’t help but notice how good she looks. her glasses on, her signature braid ponytail combo and you fucking it, how good she looks, sounds and tastes.

both of your arms rest on her lap as you sit up off your butt a little bit, trying to get a bit closer with her movement as she continuously pushes your head up and down. “you do this so much better than her, better than anyone, shit baby, don’t stop.” she moans out, humping against your face.

you moan into her pussy, the loud smacking of your lips against her clit and her moans now filling the room. “i’m gonna cum princess, fuck come on baby, make mommy cum. you always take mommy’s cum so good.” she throws her head back, her dirty talk turning you on even more. 

it doesn’t take long before her fast humping turns into a slow grind and the juices start to flow, her hand still dragging your face up and down her pussy, making you lick it up.

she pulls you up and straddles you on her lap, pulling you into a hot kiss. your tongues are swirling, both of your juices mixing together in each other’s mouths.  her large hands find your ass as she lays back while you stay still straddling her. 

“that was amazing as always.” she breaths out, smacking your ass before rubbing it. “mm what’re you gonna do for the rest of the day?” her eyes close, sleepy voice coming on but she keeps massaging your ass. “i have to go back to her place, make sure she’s okay i told her i had a test and id be back after.” you sigh, thinking about her.

“i meant it when i said you’re better than her, or anyone else.” while her voice is calm it has a serious under tone too it. “you’re so much better than anyone.” she praises.

“yeah whatever you probably say that to anyone.” you snark. “i’m being serious baby, whenever you’re done playing best friend, i’d like to give us a chance.” she sits up.

she always does this, after you guys fuck she tries to sweet talk you but after you leave you don’t hear from her until they’re fighting again.

“you wouldn’t leave her and i don’t want you too anyways, she’s my best friend. even if you guys did break up there’s no way i would ever date you after the things she’s told me.” you sass, making her laugh. “what? i’m being serious, paige.”

“don’t listen to what your homegirl said, you’re too good it might be different for you.” she chuckles before smacking your ass again, laying back. “wanna order some food and watch something before you go?” another thing you hated, she always wanted to lay up and do couple stuff after sex. you check the time on your phone, “yeah i have like an hour.” you weren’t sure if you hated the offer or the fact that you never could say no to her.

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THIS IS SO MID IM SORRY BUT I CANT LET IT SIT IN DRAFTS. lmk if y’all want a pt 2😭

[1d1195]

Dolcezza Extra II

Read Dolcezza here | ~2.4k words

From me: something sweet and sexy

Warnings: smut, oral, and nothing else except some fluffy bits

Summary: She's had a long day and Harry wants to make it better.

There was a knock on her door immediately followed by Harry’s key unlocking the door. Harry always knocked even though she assured him it wasn’t necessary. “Jus’ want you t’know s’me,” he shrugged when she told him. She glanced up from her desk to see Harry enter. “Hey Principessa,” he smiled tiredly. A double at the restaurant on a Saturday was brutal. But it was especially brutal during the holiday season when people flitted in and out between shopping for gifts and getting holiday dinners done with extended friends and family.

He looked exhausted.

She knew the feeling.

“Hi baby,” she smiled. Even if he was tired, he was still really pretty and lovely. She didn’t know he was going to come up after his shift. Sometimes after a double, he wanted to go home and shower. But today he seemed to be in need of some snuggles.

She was still working. Which made Harry a bit insane. On a Saturday night. She could see it in his eyes as he crossed the room. His exhaustion slowly replaced by worry for how much she was doing. What did she prioritize today that resulted in her being unable to do something she loved and had to catch up on work at a late hour? Did Emma have a math assignment she needed to look over? James and Ethan needed her help with cleaning? Or did her mom ask her for help booking a hotel for the family wedding in the coming month?

Harry hated his double shifts not only because he couldn’t see her, but because he couldn’t take her control (just a hair) so that she wouldn’t end up working at eleven at night on a Saturday. “Bad day?” She asked.

He rolled his eyes. He was tired, but it wasn’t a bad day. Honestly, he had fun at work. He and Niall worked well together so unless it was busy and understaffed, it never felt much like work. “No, kitten. M’annoyed you’re working.”

She dropped her gaze. “I like working,” she reminded him.

“Shouldn’t be working at eleven at night,” he reminded her.

“Well, I was going to read but then I was really into this plan I’ve created. I wanted to make sure I got it done before I lost my train of thought. The data I’m looking at has this really cool model and I was analyzing it, and it looked like it was trending down, but I think it’s actually trending up—” She stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink that Harry fell in love with. “Sorry, you’re tired.”

He smirked. “M’jus’ glad y’didn’t stress yourself doing stuff for your family.”

She looked at her lap. “Do you want me to be honest?” She sighed softly.

He sighed rubbing his hand over his face. “Principessa,” he tutted.

She frowned, fidgeting her fingers while Harry sat beside her. “They’re just so helpless Harry.”

“I know, kitten. But they’re all adults.”

“Barely,” she grumbled.

Harry sighed, pulling her into his lap and kissing the top of her head. He was glad all that had happened in this apartment didn’t deter her from living in it. Harry loved this apartment. Loved that it was right above him while he worked, that she was never too far away from him. “How much time do y’need?” He asked rubbing the back of his head. He didn't want to give her time. But he wanted her to be happy. Work did make her happy and he knew she would feel guilty if she didn't finish it and it would spiral into her worrying more anyway.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Twenty. I’ll take a shower. Then we can go t’bed, yeah?”

She nodded. “Sounds like a plan,” she pressed her hands on either side of his face and brought her mouth to his. “You made garlic bread and didn’t bring me any,” she frowned licking her lower lip.

He snorted. “Niall told me t’leave,” he shook his head. “He’ll bring some up when he’s done cleaning up.”

She smiled delightedly. “I have the best life,” she sighed dreamily, falling back into her swivel chair dramatically. Harry kissed her forehead.

“Don’t work too hard, Principessa.”

*

Harry enjoyed the warmth of the shower and felt a little more like himself when he returned to her in the living room. Her eyes still focused on her screen; the pinch of her brow puckered in complete concentration. “Um...any chance you’d be okay with like ten more minutes of me working? Emma called me because...well, I don’t want to bug you with the details, but she needed my help and—”

Harry knew whatever it was, she was putty to her younger sister’s request. She was too sweet, his pretty princess. “S’fine, but m’gonna help,” he turned her desk chair, so she spun to face him. She frowned.

“Hey, I was—”

He ignored her protest and lifted her from the chair to the desk lifting underneath her thighs. Harry was glad she was wearing her sleep shorts. The ones with an impractical slit on either side of her hips. A T-shirt that didn’t match swam around her frame. One that she bought because it was easily three sizes too big.

“Harry,” she tried again, steadying herself with hands on his arms as he gently pushed her laptop away from her reach followed by the notebook and pen she used to jot down her notes and to-do list. “I was—”

Harry watched her eyes and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, through the leg opening, and pressed his fingers right past her underwear, between her folds, and directly onto her clit. Cutting her off with a gasp. “You were what?” He asked softly. Even if she wanted to talk she couldn’t. “M’jus’ going t’take care of you, Principessa. Y’do too much for everyone else. S’only fair.” Her heart rate was flying, and it mirrored the rapid fluttering of her eyelashes as Harry searched gently between the soft sensitive skin between her thighs. “S’that okay?” He asked.

She nodded breathlessly.

“Good,” he sighed. “Love t’take care of you,” he murmured and knelt down so his head was between her thighs. “Y’okay, kitten?”

She nodded again. “Please,” she whispered shyly.

“Aw, y’don’t have t’beg, Principessa. I’ll give y’anything y’want,” he winked, tugged the fabric that was in his way from between her thighs, and then pressed his mouth to her center. She gasped leaning forward, threading her fingers through his hair for balance. His locks were still damp from his shower, and she knew she would mess up the curls and flow from messing with it before it was dried. She hoped she could blame it on bed head.

She supposed in some ways it was bed head.

She moaned quietly as his mouth devoured her. Suckling and licking at her just the way she liked. Harry loved to be between her thighs. It was a regular part of their foreplay, and it never ceased to amaze her how deliriously good it felt. His lips and tongue were sinful. The man was so sweet looking and downright boyish with his cheeky sweet grin. For fucks sake he called her a princess in another language. “Y’can moan louder, baby. Y’know it’s soundproof,” he murmured kissing her thigh as he spoke to her before he wrapped his lips around her clit.

Just like that. Her sweet boyfriend was anything but sweet when he said stuff like that. When he swirled and lapped at her clit the way he was. It was dizzying.

She whined pulling on his hair to press him harder against her core. He moaned against her as she did. The vibration caused her body to react instinctively. Her thighs tightened around his head, and he moaned again. “That’s good, Principessa,” his voice was practically thoughtful. “So good, kitten. S’that feel good?”

She nodded. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered the repeated word as if it was all the same syllable.

“You’re so good, Principessa. Jus’ want t’make y’feel good,” he nipped at her inner thighs while he spoke his breath cooling off her wet skin. She was simply soaked between her arousal and Harry’s mouth. “All jealous ‘bout garlic bread," he teased, shaking his head. "Y’taste better than anything we make,” he mumbled and traced his tongue down her slit then back up, running a tantalizing circle around her clit again. Her eyes actually rolled back in her head. She thought that was only in books and for dramatic show in movies. She didn’t know Harry could really make her eyes look for the back of her brain. He sucked hard on her clit making an obscene slurping noise that would have embarrassed her if her place wasn’t soundproofed to near silence. Although she thought the moan she released could have broken the barrier. “Y’make such sexy noises, kitten,” he groaned and continued to torture her with pleasure.

“Harry,” she gasped.

“What Principessa? Y’close? Y’want me t’make y’come?” She nodded shamelessly; wanting it so bad she thought she would cry if he denied her (as if he could ever dream of denying her anything). “M’jus’ going t’touch—”

She cried out as he pressed his finger into her. His lips wrapped around her clit while his tongue continued circling around the sensitive nub. He rubbed his finger against her walls, once more feeling around expertly, the way she liked that made her toes curl.

The smug son of a bitch smiled against her as she clenched lightly around him. “That’s it, Principessa. Want you t’come all over me,” he moved his finger in and out at a faster pace timing it with his licks so that she was nearly worried she was going to pass out from pleasure.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she whimpered, and Harry groaned right against her.

“Keep going, baby,” he hummed fingering her and licking her like it was the only thing he planned on doing. “There it is, good kitten,” he praised which only made her melt into a puddle.

Her orgasm seemed to last way longer than she thought possible. Her thighs kept squeezing around him after it officially stopped. Like she was trying to hold onto the final waves of pleasure. “Do y’want another?” He inquired thoughtfully once more.

Another orgasm, especially of that caliber, would definitely make her pass out.

“No thank you,” she whispered.

He chuckled and kissed the inside of her thigh. He pulled her clothing back into the correct position and he sat in her office chair before he pulled her into his lap. She could feel how hard he was through the shorts he was wearing as she fell into his hold. He kissed her neck, wrapping one arm securely around her waist. The other hand found her inner thigh, slightly sticky with sweat, arousal, and Harry’s saliva. It was hot and messy, but Harry didn’t seem to care. Probably because he was responsible for the mess. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs again, against his hand. “Y’sure, Principessa? M’happy t’make y’come again,” he offered kissing her cheek. “Y’seem a little turned on still?”

“Just... it felt really good. It’s,” she blushed and smiled at him shyly. “It’s lasting a while,” she mumbled and tucked her face into his neck.

His quiet laugh shook through his chest and her in his embrace. “You’re so pretty,” he murmured. “Especially when y’come.” She shook her head against him, but her thighs betrayed her again. “Let’s go t’bed, Principessa.”

She perked up a bit. Her eyebrows knitting together to meet in the middle of her eyes. “I think it’s your turn—”

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “Some other time. That was purely for you,” he stood, holding her legs around his waist. She blushed, giggled softly.

“Harry, you had such a long day. It’s hardly fair.”

“Not 'bout being fair. Plus going down on you s’by far one of m’favorite things t’do," he shrugged one shoulder.

Her cheeks still felt warm. “You’re pretty good at it,” she nodded in agreement.

Harry chuckled. “Cute.”

He walked to her bedroom, setting her on the bed. “I really needed to finish a few things—”

“It can wait ‘till the morning.”

She sighed. He was right. Harry was good at making sure she was doing more for herself. Although that usually entailed him doing stuff for her. Which didn’t seem like a good trade. Harry opened her main door briefly. He returned to the bedroom holding out the garlic bread immediately to her lips. With his free hand he cupped it below her jaw to catch any crumbs that didn't make it into her mouth.

“I really do have the best life,” she sighed, crunching on the bread. He smirked.

“Do y'want more?”

She shook her head. “I love you,” she sighed dreamily.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

Harry put the garlic bread in her kitchen, turned off all the lights, and came back to her bedroom. “Let me brush my teeth. Garlic isn’t pretty.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” he assured her, cupped her face and kissed her as passionately as he could. Like it was their first kiss. Or the one they shared the first time they had sex. The kind of kiss she imagined would greet them on their wedding day, whenever that would be. He pulled away briefly, pecked her more softly, then kissed her forehead. “Delicious,” he promised, licking his lips cutely.

Harry went to the other side of the bed and pulled her to his body as soon as he was settled. His arms wrapped tightly around her, his lips on the back of her head, kissing her hair. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do something for you?”

“M’always turned on by you, Principessa. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Jus’ taking care of you.”

“But you had a long day.”

He shrugged. “M’feeling fine. Don’t worry ‘bout me, kitten. I promise.”

“I worry about—”

“I know,” he chuckled, squeezing her closer somehow. His body wrapped around hers like vine. “Go t’sleep, Principessa. Y’can go back t’being an angel tomorrow and taking care of everyone under the sun,” he sighed.

She shook with silent laughter. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, kitten. I get jus’ as much pleasure out of that as you.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

“If y’let me do it again, I’d definitely come,” he shrugged one shoulder and he kissed the back of her head then tucked his face into the crook of her neck. “I love you,” he reminded her.

“I love you,” she sighed.

“Sleep tight, Principessa.”

For a few moments there was no noise except their quiet breathing. “Harry?”

“Hmm?” She squirmed awkwardly. “Do you want another orgasm, now?”  She shook her head. “More garlic bread?” A swift nod. He chuckled untangling himself from her. “One minute, m’love.”

“God, I am the luckiest girl in the world.”

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[alsktudy]

— because i love you

paring. joshua x reader genre. fluff, comfort, bsf!joshua, f2l, mutual pining, it's the little things au wc. 0.7k warning. reader drinks alcohol and wears make up, mention of vomit, confession

synopsis. you finally learn the reason why joshua insists on doing the little things for you.

au m.list. it's the little things [f]

“take slow steps alright?”

you nod, grinning like an idiot at his words as he helps you make your way to the bedroom without planting your face onto the floor.

usually you wouldn’t drink this much, but something in you wanted to go a little crazy tonight. but you went a little too far, which led to your friends to calling the one guy who would like to look after you voluntarily.

“you smell horrible,” joshua laughs as you plop down, laying on the bed.

joshua begins talking, but it all seems muffled as some uncomfortable feeling begins to bubble up from your stomach.

suddenly you sit up and sober up, “shua! m-move!” you push him out of the way and beeline straight for the bathroom, kneeling at the toilet causing joshua to rush in and hold up your hair.

you groan as he helps you up and brings water for you to drink.

“gotta brush your teeth, don’t want you to have vomit breath in the morning.” you pout and nod, groggily making you way to the sink.

you lean on him as the two of you walk back to the bedroom, laying back down on the bed, closing your eyes.

he hears your soft snores and his heart begins to melt at the sight. he chuckles to himself and begins to take your stinky clothes off.

if this was anyone else, you probably would try to kick them the second they tried to help you out of your clothes, but your head was still buzzing and it felt a little nice being helped for once, plus joshua would be stubborn and insist on helping you.

once he has you in your fresh clothes, he carefully tucks you underneath your blankets then notices your makeup and groans at himself for not reminding you to wash your face.

seeing how peaceful you were while sleeping, he decides not to wake you and runs off to dab micellar water on a cotton pad and returns back into the room, gently wipe off your makeup, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“sorry… just needed to take your make up off.” he says a little guilty for waking you up.

you shake your head and mumble, “it’s fine, i should be sorry,” he moves away then throws the pads in the nearby trash can and tilts his head in confusion, “i’m such a burden to you.” you chuckle pathetically at yourself.

“and why do you think you’re a burden?” he asks, adjusting the blanket so that you’re sufficiently covered.

“i made you pick me up, and help me and stuff... ugh i even vomited… that’s so gross.” you groan at yourself, being a little embarrassed.

he sits on your side of the bed and sighs to himself, “i’d rather pick you up from the bar, help get you out of your clothes, take off your makeup and tuck you into bed than read your text telling that you woke up on the floor,” he reaches out to caress your cheek. “imagine how gross it would be if you vomited while you were home alone.”

“but why do you help me?“ you say, face growing a little hotter at the feeling of his hand on your face, “i don’t deserve this, or you."

he smiles and rests his forehead yours, “i do all of this, because i love you.”

you stare up at him with big eyes adoring him, his three words ringing through out your ears. “what…?”

he whispers, “i love you, i’m- hoplessly in love with you and i hope you could love me too.”

“i can. i- i mean i already i do.” you mumble shyly.

he eyes widen a little, then he smiles then presses a kiss on tip of your nose, “now cmon, how bout you fall asleep, hm?” he says, smiling before walking to the door.”

you call out his name, causing to stop and look at you over his shoulder. “stay over tonight,” you say patting to the unoccupied space next to you, “please?”

he could never say no to you. he makes his way around the bed and goes underneath the covers, shuffling a little closer before pulling you closer.

“i really love you,” he mumbles into your hair, “and i’ll do everything in my power to show you that i do every day of my life, i promise.” he says before the two of you drift to sleep.

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[descendantsramblings]

Just Morgie Crushing on one of his fellow VK's aka Gn! Reader

Debated making this headcanons because I haven’t done any since like 2021 but I got inspired later so I redid it. If y’all want headcanons too pleaseee let me know I miss writing them

Crushing

Morgie le Fay x VK!Reader

Pronouns Used: they/them/theirs

Summary: He was never good at hiding when he liked someone, even if he wasn’t flirting, and they don’t mind playing the long game

Warnings: Reader calls Hook a "harlot" and slut shames him a little bit (it's playful), there's a few suggestive jokes, but otherwise it's just fluff

Word Count: 2.1K

     It wasn’t a purposeful thing when they started using his crush on them to an advantage. Hades had to point out that Morgie treated them differently at all, at least when it started. He’d treated Uliana like that so why wouldn’t he do that for everyone? Of course, he had stopped treating Uli that way, not that (Y/n) paid enough attention to the two of them to notice. It was minor stuff at first. He’d seem to hang onto their words, actively listening in moments where it seemed like no one else cared to. Or the way he’d jump up to grab them something the second they mentioned wanting it. No need to ask for it, he just needed them to want it for it to be his next task at hand. And if the boy couldn’t simply jump up and get something for his friend he’d find a spell to get it for them. Morgie would do whatever it took, bending over backwards just to make them appreciate him, in hopes they would actually see him. (Y/n) wasn’t used to that type of attention, that gentle, blind adoration. It was hard not to want to soak it in, craving to be absolutely covered in his favor. How could they not grow to crave his attention?

    Now though, as his jacket is draped around their shoulders, November winds licking at both teenager’s faces, they felt guilty. He had to be cold, they were the idiot that didn’t bring a jacket with them and they weren’t partially cold blooded. His cheeks and nose were turning red in the harsh whips of wind, visibly chilled by it. “Morgie, please take it back, I know you’re cold.” He shakes his head, draping an arm over their shoulders to pull them forward slightly, far too aware of their tricks. Looks like there was no stopping in the middle of their walk to get their way this time.  “No, you’re cold. We’re almost back to the dorms anyway, I’ll be okay.” “But,” They don’t get out the rest of their argument before he can give them a firmer, “No.” Leaning further into his touch -hoping their body heat would at least help the Sorcerer feel a touch warmer- they sigh. “Fine, but you have to stay in my dorm to warm up. Drink a tea or hot chocolate or something, I can’t be the reason you’re falling asleep shivering.” He smiles to himself, rubbing his hand up and down their leather clad shoulder. If  Morgie was honest, he didn’t even realize he was shivering. Of course he was a little cold but that didn’t matter to him, not right now it didn’t.  And they were worried about him too, they were near demanding him to come stay with them. How could he say no to that? “Do you have rosehip?” They shake their head with a giggle, the motion nuzzling them into his side, “I keep it for you, you should know that I do.” He bites his lip, using his free arm to pull open the door to their dorm building, “You do?” 

    “Of course I do. Once I know what warm drink people I care about drink, I have to keep it. What if they get cold? It's much easier to warm them up from the inside. You’ve never noticed?” He’d noticed they keep the other’s favorites, of course he did. English Breakfast for Hook, chai tea for Maleficent, green tea and apple cider for Uliana, and ginger tea for Hades. He assumed the Rosehip was just their favorite, or maybe an extra flavor from the packs they got for the others. But they bought it for him? “You do? I thought it was just an extra flavor you got for the others, or like your favorite that you were just willing to share, or something. There’s no need for you to do extra stuff for me.” They frown up at him, reaching up to slightly squeeze the hand that rests on their shoulder, “No, once I found out you liked it I started keeping it. The hot chocolate is yours too, you always order it at cafes. Hibiscus tea is my favorite personally.” (Y/n) paid attention to him like that? No one else had paid attention to him like that, he doesn’t even think his mother knew his favorite drinks like that. What else had they memorized about him without him noticing?  That had to mean something, didn’t it?

    Their hand drops from his, reaching into their pocket for their dorm keys to unlock the door before them. “You can,” they pause, biting their lip as they slide the key into its assigned lock, “You can take your jacket back now, Morgie. Warm yourself up a little.” But as the door clicks open, the leather stays firmly around their shoulders, the boy seeming to ignore them as he walks over to one of the plush armchairs they kept in their room. (Y/n) clicks their electric kettle on before crossing the room to their bed, grabbing the fuzzy fleece blanket off the edge and walking over to their friend, wrapping it tightly around his shoulders. “You don’t have to play tough around me, Morgz, I know you’re cold.” A soft smile crosses his pale pink lips as he pulls the blanket closer around him, watching them drape his jacket across his lap. Sucks that he didn’t get to see his clothes on them for longer, in a way he could convince himself that it meant something. Hazel eyes glued on them as they go back to their drink cart, grabbing those two cute little heart shaped mugs they kept hidden when the other VKs were around. They’d never admit to taking gifts from Bridget but they were just so cute how could they not take the mugs? They were their favorites too, double insulated glass that made their drink heart shaped, what wasn’t to love?

    Two pink tea bags find their way into the villain’s hand, one a more magenta tone than the other. They rip the packaging, putting the bags in their respective mugs before putting part of the pack beside them, careful not to mix up the cups. Every move (Y/n) made was so meticulous, calculated in a way that made them look graceful. He could watch them do minor tasks until his life ended, it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen, that Morgie was sure of. “I can feel your eyes on my back, Morgz,” it’s a teasing tone as they added two sugars to his mug, pouring the hot water over it. He opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes to his tongue. “You getting any warmer at least?” They turn, bringing him the mug as they hold their own tightly in their nondominant hand. Placing the glasses down on the table between them, mumbling something about how he needed to let the tea finish steeping. Their eyes flicker up to his face and they smirk, “Your face seems to be getting warmer at least.” They tap the tip of his nose, giving him an airy giggle as they fall back into their own armchair, legs tucking underneath them. “Yeah,” his voice is airy too, holding a breathlessness to it, “Yeah I’m getting a little warmer. Let me finish that and I’ll be out of your hair, (Y/n/n).” “No!” They pause, eyes widening at their own outburst, “I mean, there’s no need to rush yourself, Morgie. I like spending time with you, you’re different from the other VKs. And don’t get me wrong I love the whole group but,” words falling flat as they shrug, reaching over to stir the two mugs. “I am?” (Y/n) nods, sparing him a near loving smile, “You are.” 

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      His thighs are pressed against their back in a way that felt so good, the arch of it stretching their muscles in such a way that they seemed to sing. (Y/n) was lounging across Morgie’s lap in that seashell chair he adored, less like a person and more like a familiar old house cat. Needy and unbothered all at once, with their eyes lazily half lidded. His hand resting on their stomach as he spoke to Hook, attempting to hide the way he kept sparing them looks. Secretly locking every part of the moment to memory. As if it was his only chance in life to have them that close. As if he hadn’t fallen asleep next to them in a “totally friendly way” a few nights before. Hooks eyes however seemed to cascade down the boy’s face, across their bodies and lock with (Y/n)’s, a brow raising when they did. “You comfortable there, Darling?” They nod, letting a hand reach up and land on Morgie’s shoulder. Thumb working over his muscles slightly as they speak, “Feels so good on my back.” He nods, a cocky grin across his lips, “Why don’t you ever lay across me like that, aye? If it feels so good?” Their head turns, eyes squinting as they glare at him, “Because, you harlot, you’re not Morgie. I might catch something if I touch you.” He playfully throws a hand over his chest, mouth hanging open, “Oh, so you only let Morgie make you feel good?” It earns him a scoff as he turns back to Morgie’s face, “I think they just called you a virgin, mate.” He laughs, rubbing his thumb over the slightly exposed flesh of (Y/n)’s torso as he speaks, “Actually Hook, I think they called you filthy.” 

      He rolls his eyes, laughing as he throws his boots up onto the edge of the chair the two were laying in. The bottoms of them resting slightly against their left leg as he adjusts to get more comfortable, “Of course they were, any chance to insult the Captain.” They laugh, a sarcastic sound that comes with a wave of their hand, “You’re not the Captain around here Hook, not with the way you follow Uliana around.” It earns them a kick, doc martin slamming into the side of their calf and they both laugh about it. The display is visibly cozy, the boys going back to their own conversation with some part of them both touching the villain in Morgie’s lap. It was safe, somewhere they could let their eyes flutter closed and their shoulders slump back. Morgie would keep them safe, Hook wouldn’t let a fly touch them. They knew that, and laying there between their best friend and a guy who they were starting to catch feelings for they probably seemed asleep. In such a tranquil state, near glowing from the silent affection. Maybe Hook had a point, they did like the way Morgie made them feel good. Even if that’s not what his joke had been implying.

    “So,” Hook starts when he’s pretty sure his best friend is asleep, “Are you two like, together?” Morgie’s head shakes, looking down to the peaceful face of the person who had him so tightly wrapped around their finger. “No, I have a thing for them and they treat me just like everyone else. It's a real commensalism relationship if I’m honest, I won’t stop them though.” Hook chuckles, shaking his head, “Right, because they fall asleep on everyone else. I saw you leaving their dorm in the wee hours of the morning the other day, Morgie. I won’t care that you’re dating, don’t lie to me.” “Not lying, I thought they treated me like everyone else,” he lets his eyes flicker over to Hook, brows furrowed, “Do they treat me different?” He shrugs, crossing one of his legs over the other, “Well, I can say that I’ve personally never taken them home in my jacket then stayed the night with them. And yeah, they look for all of us in a crowd, but you’re the one whose arms (Y/n) comes running into. They might not say it out loud, but you’re surely winning them over, Morgie.” 

    The boy smiles, drawing hearts on their exposed flesh with the tip of his ring finger. “You really think that?” Hook hums, watching the way that Morgie stares at his best friend, an unfamiliar adoration that he wished someone would look at him with written all over the other boy’s face. He was crushing on them hard and if Hook was honest with himself, he knew that the sorcerer would be good for his friend. If he was too honest, Morgie might be too good for (Y/n), not that he’d ever admit that part out loud. “I do, even though I think you two would be worse than Hades and Maleficent.” Morgie chuckles, looking back up at his friend, “Oh of course. What’s the point if we’re not?” “Yeah man,” he shakes his head, “Whenever they’re ready to admit that they want you, you have my blessing as the best friend and all. That being said, I do have to warn you, you hurt them I’ll hook one of those pretty hazel eyes right out of its socket.” Morgie shakes his head, his lip falling between his teeth. That wasn’t something he’d have to worry about. He couldn’t begin to even imagine hurting them.

[loverwebs]

It's Supposed to be Fun, Turning 21

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Peter, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Warnings: Slight angst & mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,700

A very tired Y/n stumbled over the bumpy sidewalk of New York, cursing under her breath whenever she nearly stepped in a puddle. Her purse was crossed along her body and a bottle of wine swung from her hand.

She made her way home quickly and in annoyance, not wanting to be out any longer than she had to. With that in mind, she took a shortcut through an alleyway.

"Ma'am, stop right there!" A voice behind her shouted. She hesitantly turned, about to blow the person off, before she saw the city's masked hero within a few feet's distance.

"Holy shit! Oh, fuck did I do something? If it's the wine— I'm legally allowed to own it! And I have my ID, so please don't arrest me. I'm not even drunk!” a startled Y/n shouted.

"No, no! It’s okay," The vigilante approached her.

"Oh, okay," She said, touching her heart and sighing in relief. "Sorry for getting all jumpy there. It’s been a long day."

"No, you're fine! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just gonna say, you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself. It's not exactly safe, especially at night," He explained through an overly deepened voice.

"I know it's not," Sighed the girl. "My friends tried to get me to walk home with them, but my place isn't that far. And I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone."

She continued her path, glancing back at him to add a quick, "No offense."

"None taken," He replied through a jog, catching up to her. "Did you just happen to be carrying around a bottle of wine with you, though?" He softly laughed at her antics.

"Uhh, yeah, just tonight." She returned a weak one.

"What's the occasion?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"It's my birthday. I'm 21 now and I wanna have my first drink with my boyfriend. He couldn't make it to my party and the restaurant let me bring one home with me."

She smiled sadly, lifting the bottle up so he could see the written For the birthday girl, enjoy! that a waitress had signed in permanent marker.

Peter felt guilty hearing this. Not only because he didn't make it to her birthday, but because she still waited for him. Wanting to share the special moment— despite him having missed it entirely.

"Happy birthday, then." The masked boy spoke, voice cracking as he said it. "I hope you spent it well."

"It was... eh. But thank you."

"Why was it 'eh'?" He asked, holding his breath.

"It's just, I don't know." She shrugged, not wanting to get into it.

She pondered for a moment, then, "I'm not trying to be rude or like, ungrateful, but don't you have actual Spider-Man stuff to do?"

He shook his head, "Making sure you get home safely is just as important as any other mission to me... plus, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"That's nice, but I wouldn't want you to stop helping someone who actually needs it because of me."

"It's fine," He waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't even worry about it. I was pretty much done for the night anyway."

All she did was nod, not entirely convinced, then he spoke again.

"Sooo.. your birthday," He started.

"Right, yeah. It was fine, I guess."

"How come?"

"You're already walking me home, the last thing I want is for you to be my therapist too." She joked.

"Well, maybe I could help cheer you up... I like to help people. It's what I do."

"My friends already tried.. and failed. What makes you think you can?"

"I'd try my luck," He suggested. "Or we could walk in awkward silence."

She laughed at that, to which he said, "So what's got you down?"

"Okay, I mean.. like I said, my boyfriend didn't show up at the restaurant, soo I kinda spent the whole night staring at the door in case he did."

"Oh." He mumbled. "Sounds like a shitty boyfriend," He whispered, a little more to himself.

"He isn't," She shook her head a few too many times.

"He's naturally late to things, yeah. And he can't always make it to stuff. But when he is there.. His presence makes everything so much better." She said truthfully.

Peter hummed in understanding, his heart feeling heavy at her defending words. Here he was in a Spider-Man suit, meanwhile she wore her best party outfit. Not even cursing at the boy for his absence.

He didn't deserve her, he thought.

"Did he at least call? You know, saying he couldn't make it?"

Silence filled the air momentarily, which was enough of an answer. Still, she said, "He usually does..."

"Yeah?" He swallowed the forming lump in his throat.

"He— he always lets me know if he can't. And he did wish me a Happy Birthday! It's just— he's— I don't know what's going on with him anymore." She gave a teary laugh.

"Sometimes, it just feels like he's gonna break up with me. I feel like he wants to do it, but he's waiting around for the perfect opportunity, y'know?" She quickly wiped her now forming tears. "Sorry, I sound really pathetic."

"What?! No. No... You don't." He paused. "You— you really think he's gonna break up with you?" He dreadfully asked.

"I don't know," She gave a weak shrug. "He's like, distant lately."

"Have you.. Have you tried talking to him about it?"

"I've tried, yeah." She chewed on her lip nervously, thinking of the many instances where he canceled at the last minute when she intended on speaking with him.

"Like just this week, I asked to meet up after his afternoon class because I wanted to know if something was wrong, but..." She trailed off, holding back more tears.

"He canceled," He finished her sentence, wincing at her confirming nod.

"Right, and it's like, what am I doing wrong?" She added helplessly.

"Nothing! You're not doing anything wrong," He said through an interior panic.

"Doesn't feel like it."

They continued walking as Peter thought of the correct words to say. She'd laid her thoughts right there at his feet and he didn't know what the right move was.

He gave a desperate sigh, then proceeded to say, "I don't think he wants to break up with you."

"Seriously? That's what you're gonna tell me? You don't know that—"

"Hear me out... It's just, you know. Maybe he has a lot going on and.." He started, feeling overwhelmed.

"And maybe he hasn't been able to really tell you everything he wants you to know because he's scared. Scared to lose you. Or scared that you're already slipping away from him." He rambled on.

She slowed down her pace, tilting her head at him as a sense of familiarity within his words settled in.

He wasn't faking his tone anymore, and she wasn't as in her head as she was when he first found her.

"But you're not doing anything wrong, okay, Y/n?" He continued, voice breaking as he stepped closer to her. "I can promise you that."

She looked around to make sure the streets were empty before abruptly stopping in her tracks, eyeing him, when it finally clicked for her. She inched closer to him, while her shaky fingers tentatively reached towards the bottom of his mask.

She did so slowly, making sure he had time to stop her if he wanted to.

"Wait," He put his hand over hers. "It's not really.. It's not safe to do that here."

She understood and immediately withdrew her hand, taking a few steps back.

"Do you trust me?" He walked towards her, carefully placing his hands on her hips. With a nod, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Just like that, he aimed at a nearby building and shot a web, swinging with her in his arms. Her body tightly hugged him as they made their way to the rooftop of Peter's old apartment building. The same place they had their first date.

A sloppy "Happy Birthday" was webbed above the projector that was setup, along with blankets on an old couch that they’d made out on several times.. A few of her favorite drinks and snacks placed there as well. She noticed them as he gently put her down.

She once again turned to look at him, but his mask was already off.

"I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Princess."

"Oh, Peter," She frowned and went to cup his face. "Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter," He said softly, leaning into her hands.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really wanted to... But I never knew when or how to do it. And tonight, I wanted to be there." His lips trembled.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to be there. But some guy had this really wonderful idea to rob a bank on your day, which caused a lockdown and eventually it led to a car pileup—"

She placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up while holding onto the back of his neck in order to keep him close.

"I saw the news, Pete." She said once they parted and hugged him tightly, body shaking as she did so.

"Are you crying?" He asked through furrowed brows. "I'm so sorry I upset you, I—"

"I'm not upset with you. You don't have to apologize."

"You're not?"

"I mean, I was upset when I thought you were preparing some 'it's not you, it's me' speech on my birthday. And the thought of that hurts a lot more than knowing you kept this from me."

"I shouldn't have ever made you feel like we were gonna breakup, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to give you that impression. You have every right to be upset at me for it." He hung his head low in shame.

"Thank you for owning up to it, but it's okay now, love. I'm okay now that you're here," She reassured him. "And I'm really glad you trusted me enough to share this with me."

"Of course I trust you. I had it all planned out.. We were supposed to go to dinner first and then come here. I was gonna explain everything up here, but things just got all messy, as always."

"I just said it's okay," She giggled, tracing the spider on his chest. "Besides, I can't complain when you look this good in your suit."

She smiled at his forming blush and messed up hair, then leaned in to kiss him once again.

"I love you," He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Spider-Man."

[youaintnothinbuta]

hey! don't know if you still do jason dean requests but i'm gonna put one in anyways. could you do something we're jd thinks the reader getting mad at him is super hot and he'll keep egging them on just so they yell at him or get frustrated at him (because he's just a frustrating person.) but the reader eventually catches on and starts trying to make him angry. the typical flirting with other guys, talking to people he doesn't like, not letting him hang out with them after school. eventually he just has enough and corners the reader and just goes off.

“You gotta get better at telling me this stuff.” Jason Dean x reader

Summary: see request

Pairing: Jason Dean x fem!reader

Word count: 1000

Warnings: angst, sexul innuendo towards the end, probably typos

A/N: yes I absolutely still will write for Jd!! Hope this is okay, had trouble figuring out how to end it 🫠

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“I swear to god Jd it’s like you are out to make me mad.” You said after he’d showed up to your house with no books, not even a pen, after you explicitly explained that you are too busy with finals coming up to spend hours and hours doing nothing productive at the moment, and after he promised you he’d bring his school work over so you could study together.

“I’m not.” He laid back on your bed.

You looked at him, immediately seeing right through the grin that was tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh my god, you are.”

“I’m not.” He sat up, hardly able to control his smile.

“You are!”

“I’m not.” He shrugged.

“YOU ARE!” You yelled, earning a slight chuckle from him. You paused, taking a second to realise this is what he wanted out of you, you took a breath. He stood up, his hand finding the small of your back, he lent into you, mumbling, “how bout you let me relieve some of your anger, hm?”

“What? No. No no no.” You pushed him towards your bedroom door.

“Where are you—“

You continued to push him through your house.

“I don’t have time for this Jd. Go be a dick somewhere else. Go home. I need to study, don’t have time for your games.” You shut the door in his face, leaving him outside.

You went back to your room, sitting at your desk, feeling a little guilty for kicking him out but also a little frustrated that he’d been pissing you off on purpose lately. The snide remarks he’d been making, calling other girls hot, just to name a few things he’d been doing.

God, how could you be such an idiot? You know what? No. Two can play at that game. If he wants to give it out he’s gotta be able to take it.

The following Monday at school, you were by your locker, talking to David, a guy in your biology class. You saw Jd approaching you from your peripheral vision, and made sure to look extra entertained by this guy.

“Hey, babe. Mind if I join?” Jd asked.

“Actually, I do. We were in the middle of a conversation,” you looked up at David, “Sorry, let’s go somewhere else.” You smiled and walked away from Jd.

You couldn’t see him with your back turned, but you knew exactly the look he was giving you. You know he was easy to anger. You knew his eyes had darkened and his mind would be racing.

In the following weeks, you started to play your own game. You began flirting shamelessly with other guys in front of Jd, making sure he saw you laughing and enjoying their company. It was a risky move, but you was determined to push Jd to his limits, to give him a taste of his own medicine.

One day, you walked home with a guy from school, your hand lightly brushing his arm as you chatted and laughed. You glanced back and saw Jd trailing behind, his face a mask of frustration. Later that week, you made plans to hang out with people you knew Jd couldn’t stand. You watched as he gritted his teeth, knowing he wouldn’t be invited. The satisfaction you felt was immense, but it was nothing compared to what was to come. Jd’s breaking point finally arrived. It was a Friday after school, you had arranged to meet your friends after school to go to one of their houses, leaving Jd standing alone as he watched you and your friends leave together. That was his final straw. He couldn’t take it anymore. You knew Fridays after school were your designated “couple time”.

That night, he crawled into your bedroom through your window.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What the hell are you playing at?” His anger evident in his piercing gaze.

You feigned innocence, your eyes widening, “Playing at? I don’t know what you mean.”

His voice trembled with barely-contained rage. “Stop it. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You smirked, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. “Do I, Jd? Maybe I’m just having fun.”

He gripped your arms pulling you into his hold. “Fun? You think this is fun? Do you think it’s fun for me to watch you gawk at random guys. I know you don’t like them as much as you pretend to.” He was practically seething.

“How the fuck do you think I feel, then, huh?” You shoved him off of you, “I’m only doing it because you do it to piss me off.”

Jd’s frustration was palpable, and he raked a hand through his hair. The intensity of the situation hung in the air as he tried to regain his composure.

You stood your ground, staring at him with a mixture of anger and defiance. “You started this, Jd. Maybe now you’ll understand how infuriating it is to be on the receiving end of your bullshit.”

He took a step toward you, his eyes locked onto yours. “You think this is a game, Y/N? You think we can just keep pushing each other’s buttons?”

You matched his gaze, unflinching. “Maybe it is a game, Jd. But you started it. I just decided to play by your rules.”

For a moment, the room was filled with tense silence. The two of you were caught in a glaring standoff, each unwilling to back down. Jd finally let out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair once more. “Fine, Y/N. You win this round.”

You raised an eyebrow, not expecting him to back down so easily. “Is that it? Just like that?”

He leaned in closer, his voice low and intense. “I only try to piss you off because your reaction is hot. I love when you yell at me, you know that?”

He reached out and grabbed your face gently, his touch surprisingly tender.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief that you could finally be honest with each other.

“You gotta get better at telling me this stuff.”

Jd chuckled, leaning in, his lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him, his fingers finding their way up your skirt as he broke the kiss with a smile, pushing you down gently onto your bed.

[acourtofmarvels]

Surprise - Cassian

Warnings: none really, cute fluff. mentions of sex n stuff lol

Word count: 694

"Does it hurt?" I asked sheepishly. I felt so guilty. And a little bit proud of myself, but don't tell Cassian that.

He groaned in response. I could tell he was trying not to blow up on me. I hit him pretty hard.

"I'm sorry, baby." I sat beside him on the bed. I took the ice from his hand and held it onto his head myself. "At least you don't have a concussion."

"At least we know training is working. You got me good." He tried to smile at me but only winced in the process.

"You startled me! I wasn't expecting anyone to be at the house." And I smashed a bottle of wine over his head. It wasn't a small bottle either.

Rhys told me they were gonna be gone all day and most likely wouldn't get back tomorrow. Rhys always informs me when they are on their way home, then I can expect Cassian to come and see me.

"I expect a blowjob after this." Even in pain he's horny and inappropriate. I honestly shouldn't be surprised he said that.

Cassian was... unexpected for me. This thing between us happened one night and never stopped. At some point it was just a fling, then we said we were exclusive. Next thing I know we're all in and dating. 

Our relationship never should have happened. We had a one night stand on a drunken holiday. And the next morning we slept with each other again. Cassian never did relationships. He was a go with the flow kind of guy and always said he never had the time for it.

I was just wanting sex. No strings and the kind that made your legs weak afterwards. Cassian exceeded expectations. We've been friends for so long now and I've heard from other girls I know whom he's slept with, that he's great in bed. Don't tell him this cause it will just boost his massive ego, but he's the best I've ever had.

"I feel like I should get an award for my marvelously teaching. I think I taught you too well." He groaned and layed back on the bed, taking the ice with him. "Cauldron boil me, I can't believe you got the drop on me like that. You're lucky I love you, babe. If any other person had done this to me-"

"You love me?" I blurt out, my eyes wide.

Cassian halts mid-sentence. He looked genuinely confused as if he had no clue what I just questioned. But he said it. I heard it loud and clear. I think my heart nearly stopped beating when he said it. He said he loved me.

"You just said it." I was fighting the urge to smile. Cause what if he didn't mean it? What if the hit had really messed him up. Oh shit did I rattle his brain with that wine bottle?

"I..." He cleared his throat, slowly bringing the ice down from his head to look at me. "Well, damn. I guess I did."

My heart is racing. He didn't deny it, yet. 

"D-did you mean it?" I had to ask. I would give him the way out if he needed it. This was serious for us. I mean, we didn't even want to be in a relationship at first, let alone fall in love.

A small smile crept up on his face. When he nods I feel immediately relieved. I moved over beside him, running my fingers through his hair like I always did. "Say it again." The words nearly came out as a beg.

He moaned and ran a hand down his face. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make me say it again. It's bad enough that I said it first. That's never happened before." His arrogant tone deserved a slap on the arm from me. But then I couldn't help but climb onto his lap and attack his face with kisses. His body shakes under mine from laughing. 

"On a scale from one to ten how badly does your head really hurt? Because I don't know if you know this about me but, emotional intimacy really turns me on. And you just told me you loved me, and I sure as hell am completely head over heels in love with you. And I think we should have sex right now."

His gaze on me darkens, his hands grip my hips firmly. "Suddenly I feel a whole lot better." 

inspired by The Score by Elle Kennedy

Acotar Masterlist

[belladonnasmenagerie]

SFW: Slashers reactions to you being a small unassumingly strong woman: Pt 2

Part 2 to the previous bullet list I made featuring Vincent, Bo and (NBC) Hannibal. This one will feature (NBC) Will Graham and Thomas 🥰

Requested by @klerns-birdie

I hope you liked the first one here is the last part to what should’ve been a one parter but I’m having too much fun with this idea lol

Enjoy!!

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Epilogue: All your life you knew you were stronger than others, even as a kid it was very apparent when you played around with other kids or went to school, parents having to be called a couple times for broken property. But over time you were able to control the strength you had but that didn’t help with your social life.

As you grew up names had been thrown like ‘freak’ or ‘monster’ even though you were so sweet to everyone. Eventually you stopped trying to become friends with others due to your strength but as you got out of high school it became easier, having the freedom to travel and see new things had opened you up to so much. Even though you still were insecure about your strength you didn’t hate it you were proud of yourself for how amazingly you managed it.

Then one day you met him and it felt like love at first sight….

Will Graham (NBC)

* Spending time with Will was the highlight of your life, wether it be fishing, playing with the dogs or just being in silence as you two drank coffee in the morning. It was pure bliss.

* You had 100% trust in Will and knew he returned the same trust but deep down you felt guilty, see with trust also came no secrets the two of you told each other everything.

* Except one thing and it wasn’t because you were afraid he wouldn’t believe you you were afraid of how he would see you from then on.

* It was a nice peaceful night sitting on the front porch watching the dogs running around the front yard and playing, the wind was cool and the silence serene.

* You looked over at Will, he looked tired like always but still content and happy in this moment.

* This was the time and you knew it, clearing your throat Will looked over at you.

* “What’s wrong?” He asked concerned

* You shook your head “I’m alright will, I just…need to tell you something.”

* Wills brows furrowed in confusion

* “I haven’t been 100% honest with you.” You licked your lips feeling your gut curl

* Will grabbed your hand “babe you can tell me anything” he reassured

* You explained to him how all your life you were a lot stronger than other girls and how you looked all small and petite would make people not to be around you.

* Will sighed a breathe of relief “that’s all?” He asked with a smile

* “What do you mean that’s all?” You scolded

* “Babe, I love you, your my world and nothing that small could make me not love you.”

* You smiled bringing Will in for a loving kiss

Thomas Hewitt

* Thomas loved how small you were compared to him and how sweet you were to him, he never knew someone out there could treat him the way you do.

* And you loved him too, like your own personal teddy bear and the two of you fell in sync immediately, catching on to his little jesters and the way he would whisper stuff into your ears

* It was cute

* But the only problem you had was Hoyt. Always so mean and cruel to both you and Thomas

* Not a huge fan of your relationship with him, he would always call you cruel names and would mock you for loving in his terms “a freak like Tommy”

* You tried letting his cruel names and taunting roll off your back but when he attacks Thomas, fair game goes out the window

* The first time you saw Hoyt lay a hand on Thomas was one day in the kitchen

* Humming to yourself you waltzed into the small space to get water, that’s when you saw Hoyts hand come down on poor Thomas, who was bent over shaking in fear

* Your niceness flew out the window as you charged at the older man who had already wound up to give another slap

* You grabbed Hoyt’s wrist squeezing tightly, Hoyt glared at you as you shot him a nasty look

* “What the hell do you think you’re fucking doing!?” He yelled going to tug his hand away but you squeezed harder

* A loud yell ripped from Hoyt’s mouth as you squeezed the muscle and bone in hand

* “Don’t you EVER lay another hand on Thomas. Do you hear me!?” You yelled

* Hoyt hunched down in pain desperately trying to yank his arm away

* You squeezed tighter elections another yell from the older man “I said DO YOU HEAR ME!” you screamed

* “YES! JESUS CHIRST LET ME GO!” Hoyt begged

* Opened your hand you released Hoyt’s wrist which he recoiled into his chest as he rubbed the sore area

* Pointing a finger in his face you gave him one threat “You ever do anything to Tommy I will break every bone in your body, got it?”

* Hoyt glared at you but nodded

* Turning to Tommy your sweet demeanor returned placing a hand on his cheek

* “You okay baby?” You asked genuinely concerned

* Tommy nodded moving into your touch

* You smiled “good, now why don’t we go upstairs and take a little break?”

* Going upstairs the both of you cuddled just enjoying each others company

[mooodyblue]

Can you write something about little reader? I just bought myself a new stuff animal and I bought it when I felt little but now that I'm big I'm trying to convince myself I didn't need it. I feel like elvis wouldn't let me convince myself of that

ty for the request! u enjoy that plushie !! u don't have to be little to enjoy plushies that's for sure ❤️

pairing: cg!elvis x gn!little!reader

wc: 841

➸ masterlist

it was one of those weeks where you just wanted to curl up in bed and hide away, hug a plushie and cry. you didn't want to call your boyfriend or anyone, just you and your fuzzy friends alone.

unfortunately, you couldn't do that. you knew it wouldn't be healthy to isolate yourself so you coped in a way you knew best—buying yourself a little something to cheer yourself up. you’d been feeling awfully small lately, but had been masking it quite well to so your big activities, although you did come home and occasionally slip a paci in your mouth to calm yourself down.

you were still feeling little when you walked into the store, putting on a brave face as you looked around to find something to treat yourself to. a snack? juice? maybe a coloring book or a toy.

but then you locked eyes with a large panda bear sitting lazily on the top shelf. your eyes widened, staring at it in awe. without a second thought—you picked it up, tossing it over your shoulder and hurled it to the cashier to buy it. you deserved it, you had a bad week so it's okay to splurge every once in awhile.

until a few hours later when you weren't feeling so little anymore. the guilt of spending money on something you clearly didn't need was eating you alive as it sat in your living room, taking up space.

you were with elvis, catching up on his tour antics as he had just returned from a week run. it was good to have his presence back in your life, it was much needed. but as he was talking, he couldn't help but lock eyes with the big panda bear behind you, chuckling softly. “now who's that guy?” he asked, pointing at it.

you turned around, blushing at the bear and shaking your head as you turned back to elvis. “ah…i-i kinda thought it when i was…you know.” you replied shyly, “i might take it back.”

“what?!” elvis gasped, “why in the world would you return it?”

you couldn't hide the look of guilt on your face, sighing. “i don't know, elvis…i just…i don't really need it, do i? i’ve got enough, you're always buying me plushies too—”

“baby, c'mon.” he stopped you from finishing your sentence. “tell me somethin’...” he sat up a bit, looking at you sternly. “did you feel happy when you bought him?”

“w-well…yes. i was excited to bring him home.” you nodded.

“how do you feel about him right now?”

the panda bear just sat on a lounge chair, the fuzzy animal just staring into space. you frowned looking at it, “guilty because it was a waste of money.”

elvis let out a hmph and shook his head, “what about when you're feelin’ tiny?”

your eyes lit up a bit, “i like looking at him. he’s fuzzy and i like that he's big. he's soft and i can rest my head on him when im watching cartoons or i can rest on him when i’m coloring….he's fun to hug.”

he grinned widely, “see, baby. it ain't no waste. it makes little you happy. anyway, plushies are for everyone, ain't that right?”

you scoffed. “elvis, you know that's not true.”

“baby, i slept with the same damn teddy bear my whole life. if i ain't huggin' you in bed, i sure as hell ain’t huggin' no pillow—stuffed animals are more fun to hug.” he laughed. “ya know how many people on this earth are probably grown and sleepin’ with a lil’ bear or-or stuffed elephant by their side? it ain't just you.”

he had a point. you had friends who slept with plushies too. there were collectible plushies too, what makes you having a random panda bear any different? it makes you happy, it made you happy when you bought it—what makes it any different now?

before you could open your mouth, elvis took the bear into his lap, hiding himself behind it as he moved it’s tiny arms. “please don't take me back!” he spoke in a deeper voice, voicing the panda. “it’ll break my big ol’ heart!”

you giggled softly, “elvis!”

“i ain't elvis!” he spoke, moving the arms, “you takin’ me back? huh? or are we gonna have a problem?”

the sight of elvis’s face peeking from behind the bear raising an eyebrow made you laugh even more, “okay! okay! i won't take you back. i don't wanna make you sad!”

elvis crept from behind the bear, “ya hear that! you get to stay!” he said excitedly, “now give 'im a big hug, baby. he deserves it.”

you hugged the plushie, bringing it to to your lap and keeping a tight hold to it.

“okay, that's enough. my turn.” elvis opened his arms, taking pride in convincing you to keep the bear.

you giggled and shook your head, gripping to the plushie tighter.

he gasped dramatically, putting his hand on his hips. now he was really regretting letting you keep that bear.

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Day 1: Friends and Family

@gwynweekofficial

This is a short drabble of Gwyn visiting Catrin’s grave.

Word Count: 733

Gwyn knelt in the grass, ignoring the fact that it was damp with morning dew.

She stared at the gravestone before her, feeling guilty at the lack of attention it had received over the years. It had taken her way too long to find the courage to come here. There was a part of herself that had been convinced everything was just one continuous bad dream. That her sister wasn’t really dead and buried in a graveyard all alone.

But seeing her name on the gravestone made it a reality that Gwyn couldn’t wake up from.

Catrin was dead. She wasn’t coming back.

Gwyn’s chest clenched and her eyes burned with unshed tears. “I’m sorry for not coming to visit before now. I just . . . I didn’t know how to do this, any of this, without you by my side.” She touched the stone, stroking her fingers over the words just below Catrin’s name. Beloved sister. “It’s true, you know? I loved you fully. You were my best friend. Even though we had our disagreements, I always knew that I could depend on you.”

After their mother had died, it had been just her and Catrin. And now it was just her.

Except, she wasn’t completely alone. Not anymore.

A small smile formed on her lips. “I made friends,” she said proudly. “We all found each other when nobody else was looking.” Gwyn thought of Emerie and Nesta, and all of the things that they had accomplished together—becoming Valkyrie, surviving and winning the blood rite. Then she thought of her sister, and how kind and courageous Catrin had been. “You would have loved them,” Gwyn whispered.

She pictured Catrin’s brilliant smile and the way her eyes used to sparkle with joy. A twinge of sadness filled her, and yet it wasn’t all consuming like it used to be. Gwyn would always miss Catrin, but she was finally starting to find happiness, and she knew that Catrin would be proud of her.

Soft footsteps sounded from behind her. Gwyn turned and her eyes widened in shock at the sight of Emerie and Nesta standing there. “What are you two doing here?”

Emerie knelt beside her and smiled softly. “Because you’re here, and we thought that you might need us.”

Her vision blurred and tears slid down her cheeks. “You did?”

Nesta touched her shoulder. “You didn’t have to do this alone, Gwyn. We never face the hard stuff alone, we always face it together. Remember?”

Gwyn blinked until her vision cleared and she could see Nesta staring back at her with concern. “We face the hard stuff together,” Gwyn agreed around a sniffle. “Unlike the Blood Rite.”

Nesta winced. “You really won’t let me live that down.”

“Because I can’t stand the thought of losing another sister!” Gwyn wailed.

Nesta’s eyes softened. “You won’t.”

Gwyn took a moment to compose herself. Her emotions were all over the place.

“We didn’t want to show up here empty handed, so we made this,” Emerie said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a familiar looking item.

It was a friendship bracelet. Like the ones they all wore.

“You made Catrin a friendship bracelet?”

“Of course,” Emerie told her, sincerity shining in her eyes. “She is an honorary Valkyrie after all.”

Gwyn took the bracelet with a trembling hand. “Thank you.” She placed it on the soil in front of Catrin’s grave.

They all sat in silence. Gwyn could feel their bond growing stronger, and could have sworn that she felt Catrin’s spirit right there with them.

As if Nesta could also sense it, she said, “We’ll look after Gwyn.”

Emerie nodded her agreement and grabbed Gwyn’s hand. “We will.”

Gwyn thanked The Mother for bringing these two amazing women into her life. Their friendship made her want to take the least traveled path, because as long as they were all together, nothing could break them.

“Can I have a minute?” she asked.

“Of course.” Emerie gave her hand a gentle squeeze, then she and Nesta stood and walked away to give her some privacy.

Gwyn touched the gravestone. “Thank you for being the best sister. I miss you, more than you can ever know.”

She got to her feet gracefully and hurried to join Emerie and Nesta. And as they were leaving, a gust of wind blew through the air, almost like Catrin was saying her own goodbyes.

[btskitten7]

Silent Grace | x : "When it's good, it's bad"

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 4k

Chapter warnings: some shady business is going on.

summary: It's Yoongi's big day!! ...maybe

tagss: @shadowyjellyfishfest @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelylamc @princess-sunshyn @scuzmunkie @wanceu @coldcoffee2121 @maunosorioh @massivelyfullenthusiast

Things died down after some time. Yoongi didn’t talk much about the altercation between him and Hoseok. You could tell the pain he harbored for Hoseok. You could only imagine what could have happened between the two. No matter how badly you wanted to ask him, you wouldn’t dare. Undoubtedly, it was a touchy subject, and you wanted Yoongi to be open about that on his own. You knew it was intense.

It was intense enough that Yoonig’s younger brothers practically didn’t exist in his world. His father practically wrote them off. You had to admit that you wanted to know more but you did not want to push any more than what he was willing to share. It was crazy to think that you had been talking to the very one that your man hated without even realizing it. You wondered if that was why Yoongi lost his mind when you came home.

‘Be for real y/n. Of course that is the reason’ you spat to yourself.

You assumed that since Jungkook worked with you, he probably told him about it. You couldn't say you were surprised, and you weren't upset about it either. It was already in the past, and there was no need to bring it up again. Now that you knew Yoongi didn't like him, you had to avoid him and his friends at all costs, especially since they had that big fight.

Realistically, you didn’t have a reason to talk to them any further. You no longer worked at the hospital so you shouldn’t be seeing them anymore. They don’t know where you live so you had nothing to worry about there.

You still felt guilty nevertheless.

While you were deep in your thoughts, you felt Yoongi shift around on his side of the bed, turning his body to face you, briefly opening his eyes, he noticed that you were awake. He lifted his head to look at his phone that was placed behind him, checking the time. He sucked his teeth and laid back down.

“Blossom, it’s 3 in the morning, why are you still up?” Yoongi mumbled as he wrapped his arm loosely around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You turned to face him admiring his beauty underneath the moonlight. His eyes were closed but you could still imagine the sleepy eyes he would give you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, playing with the loose stans gently before answering. “I’m just thinking about stuff, my mind won’t sleep” you answer. Yoongi opened his eyes and looked into yours. He was searching your gaze as you continued to play with his hair. “Thinking about what? If it’s about the fight, you have nothing to worry about, he will not put a hand on you. He’s an asshole but he isn’t dumb.” you shook your head with a small giggle.

“It’s not just the fight itself, it’s the guy too. I didn’t realize you knew him and had a bad history. I just didn’t think Seoul was that small.” You answered putting your hands back under your pillow.

“How could you have known who he was? I didn’t even know it was him you were talking about until Jungkook told me. It’s not your fault, you were just doing your job.” Yoongi hummed in agreement.

“Yeah but technically, I saved your enemy and accepted gifts from him” you admitted but Yoongi just shrugged. “You thought those gifts were from me and I don’t expect you to kill anyone for me.”

You sighed. “I know, but I still feel bad about it.”

“Why? What would have you done differently if you had known I hated him? You wouldn’t have done your job?” Yoongi asked seriously.

You were a bit taken aback by the question. Honestly, although you felt bad, you really couldn’t think of what you would have done or even could have done.

Yoongi chuckled and kissed your lips softly.

“Exactly, Blossom. Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi said, pulling you closer to him. “It’s all in the past now. I don’t hold anything against you. I think it would be unreasonable of me to be upset with you when you didn’t know”

You snuggled up against him, grateful for his understanding. You knew that he was right and that there was nothing you could have done differently.

“Now, blossom, get some sleep,” Yoongi grumbled as he scooted closer to you and tried to go back to sleep. But you still couldn’t sleep. Yoongi knew you too well. “What now blossom?” he sighed.

“I’m sorry, baby but…what am I going to do now? I’m going to be alone a lot since you’re going to be going back and forth doing your mafia stuff” You pouted softly. Yoongi chuckled “Mafia stuff?”

You hit his arm slightly “Yes mafia stuff” you whined hitting his arm.

“It’s not mafia stuff, it’s business,” Yoongi said. “And you’re not alone, you have me”

“But you’re not always going to be here,” you said. “What if something happens to you?”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” Yoongi said. “I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself”

“I know you can,” you said. “But I still worry about you”

“I know you do,” Yoongi said. “And I appreciate it. But I promise I’ll be fine. Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jungkook are always with me.”

“I can protect you too!” You said sitting up a bit. That tickled Yoongi as he began to chuckle sleepily.

“I will call you if I need you to,” Yoongi said pulling you back down to him. “Trust me.”

You sighed and snuggled closer to him. “Okay,” you said. “I trust you”

“Good,” Yoongi said. “Now get some sleep”

You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Yoongi and his mafia stuff. You knew he was a good man, but you couldn’t help but worry about him. You hoped he would be okay.

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After the altercation with Hoseok, it spread like wildfire. Min found out about it rather quickly and was amused. He didn’t think his son would show his true colors in front of you, at least not in that way. He wasn’t a bit surprised about Yoongi’s sudden violence, he knew his son had a short temper, and that’s how he raised him. Min was a tough man, and he wanted his son to be tough too. Especially after that night too. He taught Yoongi how to fight, how to stand up for himself, and how to never back down from a challenge. Min was proud of the man his son had become, even if he didn’t always agree with his methods.

Min knew that Yoongi had a good heart, but he also knew that he could be hot-headed. He hoped Yoongi would learn to use his temper and properly run the family he knew he could. He was worried you’d be a distraction to him but seeing you bring the anger out of him, more than he could, he knew you needed to stay for the long run. And he was going to ensure you did. You had a hold over Yoongi in a way that he and the family never did. His other sons used to have that same hold but since they’ve been eradicated from the family, it doesn’t matter. But you? He had to make sure you never even think about leaving.

No matter what it took.

“I almost can’t believe he took the bait” Kim joked. Min chuckled nodding as he took a sip of his champagne. “Hoseok always knew how to press Yoongi’s buttons.”

“People in love do unthinkable things. He’s in love, Kim. He'll do anything to protect her as long as his little flower is around. Either to keep his secret or to shield her from how we operate. At first, I thought this would be a problem, but it may be to our advantage. He’d do anything to keep her safe.”

While the men were talking, Yoongi was escorted to his father’s office, clearly annoyed.

As he walked his father’s halls, he heard the whispers about him and Hoseok.

“Do you want us to go in with you?” Seokjin asked.

Namjoon did not want to go in with Yoongi. His father had left a bad taste in his mouth since their last meeting and he wasn’t in any rush to be in the same room for him.

“No. It’s not going to last that long. Just wait for me out here.”

Yoongi strolled into the dimly lit office, his hands resting in his pants pockets as he looked around his father’s forever-changing office. He knew it was his mother's doing. She loved decorating and if she changed one part of the house, the whole house got changed. It was one of her many ways of coping with the fact her husband and her sons weren’t the dream family she dreamed of.

Min’s amused eyes met with Yoongi’s cold gaze. The room quickly grew thick as the tension rose between them.

“I thought you didn’t fight anymore son,” Min said condescendingly, only irking Yoongi more.

This fight has been the topic of every conversation since it happened. He talked about it so much, that he grew annoyed each time it was brought up, even more than hearing Hoseok’s name. It got to the point where he threatened to hurt anyone who brought it up while he was around.

“I don’t fight until you push me to that point,” Yoongi said as he lifted his hand toward the woman offering him a glass of champagne. “I don’t like to act that way.”

Min chuckled.

“What was it like seeing your best friend again? It seems Yn is pretty acquainted with him. You should invite him over” Min poked causing Kim to laugh. “You know old times sake?”

“If your goal is to piss me off then I can go attend to my business,” Yoongi said in a monotone fashion.

“No, I’m just curious as to what the hell were you thinking,” Min began, his voice dripping with disappointment. “What made you react in such a way?”

“Hoseok crossed the line like he always does. He disrespected me as well as Seokjin. We tried to walk away but he insisted on continuing. If I don’t talk disrespect from you what makes you think I’d take it from the likes of him?”

“And fighting in the middle of a restaurant was earning your respect?” Min raised his eyebrow with a sly smirk.

Yoongi balled his fist in his pockets as he listened to his father. “He started it, I just ended it. Hoseok is a fucking snake, there’s no telling what he could have done and Yn was there, I needed to protect her.” his voice laced with anger.

Min scoffed, “You sound like a child. ‘He started it, so I ended it’ Please Yoongi.”

Min leaned back in his chair, his eyes glued to Yoongi. “I raised you to fight, yes but I raised you to be proper. You both should have stood outside and handled your business. As for Yn, you shouldn’t even be out with her. Seen with her. She may not know who you are but everyone else knows who you are and now they know who she is. “ Min started “You fight with your mind first then your assets. That’s the whole point of having soldiers. They handle small things like this.”

“Is this a new philosophy you’ve pulled from your ass, father? I don’t think I’ve heard this one.” Yoongi asked with a dark chuckle leaving his lips. An unsettling silence filled the room as the father and son locked dark gazes.

“If you want to take a stand, do it in a more, fashionable way. Fighting in the middle of a restaurant makes you look tacky and could lose the trust of the community. Imagine if the police had gotten a sick up their ass and tried to arrest you. What a drag that would be. You need to remember. The community trusts me and they know me. They trust you as my son but just because you have my last name does not mean you’d be able to open the same doors I can. You wouldn’t want to lose the crown before you even obtained it.” Min scoffed.

“Fashionable? The only fashion I care about is the one that makes me money. I gave Hoseok a chance, years ago when I told him to get lost and never come back. I gave him a chance when he turned my brothers against me-”

“You don’t have brothers.” Min snapped.

Yoongi sighed and shook his head “Regardless, I gave him a chance to walk away and he chose to return. I’m not going to play nicely.”

“Very well, Yoongi. You might want to keep your little blossom behind closed doors if you must make a point. You never know what could happen. I’d keep her on a tight leash if I were you”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “She’s not a dog and I already know that. You don’t have to worry about her, I’m going to protect her before I do anything else.”

“Whatever you say, son,” Min said with a sly smirk once again.

Yoongi knew his father was up to something and he didn’t care to find out. He had other things to worry about.

“Oh before you leave, don’t forget that in a few days, it’s time for the ceremony. You need to figure out where Y/n is going to be in your life.”

Yoongi sighed before leaving his father’s office.

~~~~~

Hoseok had no idea he was going to fight with Yoongi. It amused him to know that he still had that effect on him. On top of that, Yoongi confirmed his relationship with you. So that made things all the more exciting.

“So I guess we’ve gotten one step closer to finding out who Yn is,” Taehyung said stretching his hands which were still a bit sore from the fight a few nights ago. “I can’t say that I am surprised though. He’s always been a helpless romantic.” he finished sarcastically.

“She looks so familiar though. The more I look at her the more I feel like I’ve seen her before.” Jimin said.

“Because she went to the same school as Yoongi,” Felix said coming in with his phone in hand and showing them the articles he had found. “She graduated the same year as Yoongi and shared a few of the-”

“Same classes.” a forgotten voice said, causing the men to turn around with wide eyes.

“Ji-hoon…when did you get here? I thought you decided to stay behind in Japan” Jimin said.

“Yeah, that was the plan until Hoseok told me about the altercation with my brother. I needed to come down and see what was going on. I felt it was time for a family reunion.” He chuckled as he made himself comfortable next to Hoseok on the couch.

The men were shocked as he sat so calmly. Ji-hoon hasn’t been in Korea for years. After everything had happened, his father told him if he had ever shown his face again, it’d be the last time anyone would see his face.

“I didn’t think you’d come so soon after us. If anything I thought you’d wait a year at least.” Hoseok said.

Ji-hoon chuckled. “I wanted to see if my father was going to keep his promise to me” Hoseok chuckles but Taehyung and Jimin do not.

“That’s not funny. Your father is fucking crazy. I don’t think he is okay in the head. He will kill you. He already pretends that Yoongi is his only child” Taehyung said.

“Oh, I’m not concerned about that. My mother wouldn’t allow that to happen. No matter how much my father THINKS he is in control. I think I should pay them a visit and my new sister-in-law? Hm?”

Hoesok chuckled as he turned towards Ji-hoon. “Your brother is a bit defensive when it comes to his little blossom”

Ji-hoon eyes widen as he tilts his head. “Blossom? Mm, he used to write about a blossom a lot when we were younger. Some girl he saw at school. I’ve never seen her.”

Hoseok smirked and looked at Jimin and Taehyung.

“You’ll see her soon enough”

Jimin sighed and stood to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Taehyung asked. Jimin stopped but he didn’t turn around.

“I have something to attend to”

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It's a late, cold evening and the sun is just beginning to set over the horizon. The crisp winter air carries the sound of light snowfall as it blankets the city in a layer of white. In the Min family's grand estate, preparations are already underway for the evening's dinner party. Yoongi was up early, feeling a mixture of anticipation and dread as he prepared to head to his father's estate. Kai had woken up early to prepare the suit he was to wear, all he needed to do was hop in the shower and get ready.

Yoongi was nervous but overall ready to finally take things into his own hands. The weight on his shoulder has gotten a bit lighter since he told you, mostly, everything. He doesn’t have to hide as much anymore which was something that caused him to suffocate. He was ready to experience the world with you.

He thought of all the places he was going to take you now that you were not going to work anymore. Yoongi wasn’t going to take you to meetings and things like that but he did plan on keeping you as close as possible.

After tonight, things could get a bit messy.

Although this is strictly for the Min family, a few extras always manage to get in. There are plenty of women his father has messed with that will find their way into this party, cause problems, or beg his father to figure out a way for them to “join the family.” They’ll do anything to make their lives a living hell for a few hours.

His father has tried to set him up with countless women throughout his life. Some his age and others older. Even though Yoongi made it clear that he was locked in with you, his father insisted.

After Yoongi got dressed, he went to Kai to look for you.

“How do I look?” Yoongi asked fixing his tie. You turned to face him with a smile, standing to your feet, you helped him with his tie.

“You look very handsome.” You kissed his cheeks softly. He looked at you with so much love as he leaned down and kissed your lips. “Thank you, Blossom. Are you ready?”

You nodded and turned to grab your purse.

“I’m ready! I’m also nervous. This is huge for you!” you say grabbing his hand as he held his out towards you.

“It is. I’m just as nervous as you but you don’t have anything to be nervous about.” Yoongi smiled as he led you to the car.

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The party is to be held in the grand ballroom, with the whole family and associates in attendance. There will be delicious food prepared by the family's chef, festive decorations, and plenty of guests. As the festivities begin, Yoongi's father will take the stage and make a grand announcement - he is handing over the reins of the Min family business to Yoongi.

Yoongi’s mind was traveling miles a minute. As much as he was pleased to finally have the final say, he was still nervous. Anyone would be. He wasn’t nervous about his abilities, he knew that he could run circles around his father. He was more nervous about the select few who weren’t happy about him taking over.

His father still had die-hard “fans” as Seokjin liked to call them.

This is a momentous occasion for the Min family, and everyone is eager to see what the future holds. Yoongi can feel the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders, but he also knows that without his father's guidance, he can make the best decisions for the family. After a few speeches and toasts, the dinner party will end with a grand fireworks display, signifying the transition of power from Yoongi's father to himself.

You looked around at all the decorations. You were starstruck. Yoongi’s parents’ home was always beautiful but tonight, it was truly beautiful.

Yoongi stood behind you with his arms wrapped around you loosely. He was sipping the last bit of his liquor as you were finishing your wine.

Most people figured that Yoongi would be all over the place. Getting drunk, mingling with people or boasting about it. But he didn’t. He was ready to be the one calling the shots, the one that led his family to generational wealth. He wanted to make sure that long after he was gone his kids’ kids’ kids would be okay.

He didn’t want to be flashy like his father. Yoongi did not want to add anything more for someone to be pissed off about.

Yoongi passed his glass off to the waiter as he watched his father stand at the top of the grand staircase. With a mic in hand, Min was ready to give his grand toast finally saying what everyone was ready to hear.

A roaring applause filled the room as Min stood in place looking over those that were under him. After a few minutes, the claps came to a halt and Min had the full attention of everyone.

“I want to thank everyone for coming out here and celebrating with us this evening. I want to personally thank you for coming out tonight,” he started, “ Today is a very special day. A day that I’ve been waiting for since I first laid eyes on my eldest son. He has been reliable since the very beginning. Always wanted to know and learn about the business and how to make it better than me or my father had ever done. He watched very closely and adapted to everything we needed him to be and his ideas, oh, they’ve been wonderful. He’s thought about businesses that I would have never even thought about. Who knew Yn could get him into buying property and getting into real estate.” Min smirked as the crowd laughed and clapped.

You nor Yoongi were laughing. Yoongi sighed. “So, that was your cover-up?” You asked taking another sip of your wine. “Blossom, please do not start.” He whispered. “I’m not mad, not even surprised,” you said.

“Today is the day that things will change. A new leader will step forth and take over, leading us to victory. This person has kept me informed of everything that’s been going on from every aspect, even aspects that I didn’t even know. He’s trustworthy and I believe he will be the best placeholder until the next change in leadership. Let’s call this a test run shall we?”

Yoongi looked at his father confused. “What the hell is he talking about?” Seokjin whispered to Yoongi. “I don’t fucking know, he’s a lunatic,” Yoongi whispered back. You get a bad feeling in your stomach. It honestly made you want to vomit. You gripped Yoongi’s arm gently and sat your glass of wine down.

“Are you okay, Blossom?” Yoongi asked signaling Jungkook to take your glass from you. “Yeah, I just feel a little nauseous. I need to slow down on the wine maybe.” You said as Yoongi pulled a stool out for you to sit in.

“Now, I want to call my son up here. I want him to be on my side with this.” Min said with a smirk.

Yoongi sighed and turned to Seokjin “Make sure she’s okay.” he said before he walked up the long staircase and stood next to his father.

“Now son…you have impressed me beyond belief. You are so smart, a literal genius. I know you can bring this family to new heights,” he started before wrapping his arm around Yoongi and looking directly at you. “But…,” Min sighed which caused the room to tense up, “I fear you are not ready…”

The room was filled with gasps and whispers. You and Seokjin looked at each other before looking back at Yoongi.

He was pissed beyond belief.

“And what do you mean by that father?”

“I think you need to learn a bit more before I pass it to you. At this time I will announce the one who will be taking your place for now.” Min said with a smile. “It’s pretty close to home as well,” he said rubbing Yoongi’s shoulders

“The new leader of the Min Family is…”

“Kim Namjoon”  

[a-student-out-of-time]

Hi. You don’t need to respond to this ask, I just wanted to say this. The recent couple of asks have really solidified this for me. While I’m alright with mental health being a very large focus of this story, in fact I’m very happy about it…I’m worried about certain terms that have become watered down buzz words within it. Like the Self-Pity thing. I feel like that it’s just been used whenever a character, particularly characters such as Haijime or Chiaki, feels bad about a situation, like the last couple of asks. Being upset about something bad happening (like killing someone, even a terrible person) and feeling bad about a situation is a pretty normal response. And I’m just worried about people just throwing it around at upset characters, as well as other mental health related issues. While I agree that characters need therapy, and discussion of different mental health issues is important, I don’t want people getting the wrong idea about these sorts of things. If I’m being honest, after learning more about self pity from this blog’s definition of it being, at least in my eyes, a bad thing with no good sides to it, it just made me feel worse, because any time I felt bad about what I was going through, I though I was being selfish and awful by pitying myself, which made my self esteem take a drop . I know this wasn’t your intention, but I just wanted to say something about my experience. I’m sorry. Thank you if you read all of this.

//Hey there, thank you for reaching out and bringing this to my attention.

//I just wanted to be as clear as I can be on this: everything I've said about self-pity in this story is not simply about feeling bad or guilty about your actions, because that's a perfectly normal thing to do.

//What we've discussed here is when self-pity becomes so overwhelming and self-destructive that it causes harm to others in the process. When you deny others any sort of emotional connection, dismiss them because you don't feel worthy of their efforts to help you, it not only denies you the ability to grow as a person, it also hurts the people trying to help you.

//It especially becomes a problem when you get trapped in a cycle of self-hatred, where you become so convinced that you're not worth anyone's attention that you can give people the impression that their feelings don't matter to you, which can then contribute to the cycle. When you hate yourself, it hurts others in the process, no matter what you may say or do.

//And besides, good friends and family don't ever want you to hate yourself in the first place. When you dump on yourself or try to become an emotional martyr, it doesn't make the suffering in the world go down. Mental wellness is not a zero sum game.

//I write about this stuff because these are my experiences with depression. I did these things way too much and I wound up hurting people I care about, including someone I was in a relationship with at the time. It took them telling me to, in a very loving and constructive manner, get my shit together so I could break out of this negative way of viewing myself. I had to completely change my way of thinking, and while I have bad days still, it really did help me a lot.

//You can never keep your own pain completely internal; it'll always reach out and affect other people, but you have the power to keep it under control and not let it convince you to ruin the good things you have. A big part of that is surrounding yourself with people who understand and who'll help you out whenever you need it.

//But I understand that my experiences are not universal and maybe my word choices have been poor. I sincerely apologize if I've given anyone the wrong impression about what the goal of this theme is. This was never about the idea that being down on yourself at all is bad, because sadness and guilt are an integral part of the human experience.

//The lesson is that it's important not to become so sad or so guilty that you convince yourself that you're unworthy of other people's love, because truly no good comes out of that.

//I hope you have a good day, anon. Thank you for reaching out.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Apology tour instead of having stolas taking most of the screen time just give him one minute only. Then we go with Blitzo meeting Rosie one of hell overlord, blitzo on his proving he can apologize even though he kinda sucks on it

Rosie : That's not how you apologize to someone

Blitzo : What do you know lady?

Rosie : When apologizing to someone you need to say it. While it's nice to bring a gift but you need to also prove you really sorry for what you've done

Blitzo : This is HELL OF COURSE EVERYONE IS SHITTY

Rosie : Hey i lived in hell too that doesn't mean you get to be horrible. Being nice is not bad you know

Blitzo : Being nice isn't gonna get you anywhere

Rosie : There is truth to that but being nice you don't always get rewarded that part is suck i won't lie about that. There is other part people gonna like you, while you changed you hurting people those people have the right to be upset toward you and it's ok

Blitzo : Well i guess that the fucking truth. So here's the thing i run assassin service where sinner come up here asking to kill human. My business is fucked so i've barely have any money. So to get that money i have to sleep with one of the ars goetia stolas. I fuck good of course but man that asshole bird won't leave me alone. When i doing my work he calling me about how he want to fuck me, hell even when i bodyguard him for once he keep on saying all these thing when i don't even feel liked it to fuck. So one day for some weird reason i come to his place he talk about how he want to end up the deal so he gave me this asmodean crystal so i can get to earth. I yell at him how he treated me like a slave and he crying about how he actually thinking highly of me. It's my fault?

Rosie : Oh my dear no. From what you've told me he's a really piece of work. You are a jerk but not even jerk deserved something like that happen to them. If he truly thinking highly of you he treat you with respect does he ever do that?

Blitzo : No he just pretended to care he never ask me anything about my personal life

Rosie : It's clear he didn't see you outside being good in bed you know what fuck that guy. That man happiness is not your responsibility

Blitzo : I mean yeah sure but i still felt guilty he didn't have any friend or anyone cared about him

Rosie : Oh i understood it's not easy. However it's still wrong for him to do that you have your own life and he need to work on it. Not relaying on you for his happiness

Blitzo : So my dad being the asshole he is, he sold me to him so i can play with him. Mom wasn't very healthy so she have stay in bed. Barbie always listen to dad and fizz his always dad favorite. I barely make money in circus. So dad told me i can get money if i play with him so i did. Whenever i play with him he told me to steal all the stuff from stolas palace. When i reach my teenage years i stop playing him go back with the circus. I found out fizz was gonna be mammon clown, i'm happy for him. Then i also find out my dad wish fizz was his son, i get really upset then the accident happen. I dated verosika things didn't go very well, then with other demons. Striker was right the reason, these royalty didn't care about someone like imp or any hellborn who wasn't royalty. I didn't want him to kill stolas because i was afraid what happen to my business my employee my daughter

Rosie : What a tragedy. Hey i know we are stranger but whatever you done in the past That's on you and now we are in the present. So you make your choice in the present

Blitzo : Yeah thanks sorry i don't get your name

Rosie : Rosie

Blitzo : Rosie well hello my name is blitz the o is silent

Rosie : Ok blitz hey if you need any help or advice you can come to me. I know a royalty who is way better than him she's a princess you might like her

Blitzo: I'II keep that in mind once again thank you. It's really nice talking to you

Rosie : Your welcome sweetheart

This.

[katyspersonal]

Hello there ! Do you have any headcanon about Lady Maria ? Like maybe her relationship with other characters than Gherman and Adeline ?

Thank you for an ask! I've posted some headcanons about her past ( x )and her habits and alike ( x ) but it was a considerable time ago! Also I have a delayed ask from my friend @heraldofcrow regarding Maria's family because the sheer amount of people I needed to cover and contexts I needed to explain crashed me shdfhsd (I will post it when I am ready Crow </3 )

I will cover more or less solid ideas here though because some headcanons I am still just bouncing around!

Maria and other Old Hunters

Like it says here, she and Henryk were the ones helping Byrgenwerth, descending from the families with close ties to ancient cultures and having a lot of knowledge under their belts (as well as personal interest)! Both of them are not very talkative outside of "important" stuff. However, every time they do speak with each other it is very agreeable, fulfilling and positive experience! They share a lot in common and understand each other's struggles and fears effortlessly!

Djura was a person she respected a lot, especially for being the fellow denier of magic using, unlike the rest of Old Hunters that enjoyed arcane weapons, Moon-granted powers, bells, etc etc. That's why Powder Kegs were "heretical"! They both only relied on their skills, only he also was a great engineer! She considered straight up joining Oto Workshop (remains of which later became Powder Kegs) but did not like what their fixation on fire was unfortunately bringing in her. She has the secret pyromancy power, you know x)

^ The fact that concept art features a Charred Hunter similar to Djura with a rapier and one of Powder Kegs weapons imitates a Cainhurst weapon makes me consider the idea that Maria and Djura knew each other even before the Hunters stuff! I will examine this idea later, but them being old friends is an appealing idea! In either case, for her Djura was like that one "cool mutual" who instantly gives you self-esteem boost if they like your post! xD Djura was yet to undergo his character arc at the point Maria's resolve as a hunter cracked after Fishing Hamlet though, so his (former) feverish hatred to the beasts made her trust him less. She already got burnt when Gehrman somewhat harshly didn't understand her faltering and didn't want to risk getting judgement from Djura, the second person she admired, too.

Gratia is a cousin that Maria never learned of, as Gratia was discarded since birth (born same kind of Pthumerian-Human hubrid as Snatchers)! It was rather lucky to still meet within Old Hunters as adults. Maria felt quite comfortable with her, coincidentally getting sense of 'older sister' figure from her that she missed after parting with Annalise! Even though Gratia and Annalise are nothing alike of course x) But a much more stronger, more bold and confident, and more tall woman is something that allowed Maria to connect with her softer side, especially when Gratia would straight up pick her up in a (too tight) embrace when she congratulated her with something, or expressed vocal wish to "protect" her!

Matias (Blood Minister from intro cutscene) used to double as a bar man at the times when alcohol was still relevant in Yharnam, so she interacted with him outside of the hunt enough! She needed a glass sometimes, okay? xD He is a curious person though and prefers to get under facades and see what people are really made of, so he abused being sober while she was drunk to ask her about her feelings on various topics and people, or pry on her secrets. She was so stoic and reclusive, he just wanted to know who was the person under the Hunter role! Very crooked of him, but at least he didn't use drunk secrets of others for evil, he is Just Like This lol. He eventually felt guilty for being so shady though. As one of the first Old Hunters who started to experience the potential drawbacks of the hunt and blood (losing legs capacity, blindness, having to amputate fingers etc), he also was one the first to get in a wheelchair. Maria was so nice and helpful to him despite him becoming "useless", he should have been nice too, this old nosy bastard.

Maria and the Healing Church

Laurence... Alright, heeeere we fucking go again with my beloved image that is a pillar for many of my headcanons:

Maria and Laurence are not blood-related (at least as far as great-grand parents go, I didn't develop centuries of family tree!), but saw each other since younger age! They were not close though, as Laurence travelled and studied abroad in his kid and teen years! Whenever he visited, it was also not more than simple exchange of news at the dinner in a group of people. Maria and her squad (Annalise, Crow and King) knew him as arrogant asshole with inflated ego, but he returned in Maria's life in Byrgenwerth era, as admittedly more charismatic and pleasant person than before.

They managed to patch up years of awkwardness and distance and became friends, especially since he got along with Gehrman quite well! ...but then he decided that HE was special, and HE could tame the holy blood when Loran and Pthumeru Ihyll failed 🙄 Maria was more by the side of Caryll, Rom and Willem on the big bad academical infighting! She argued with Laurence a lot. When he convinced Adeline that letting him surgically alter her body to produce holy blood was a good idea, Maria straight up could not handle it maturely. It is a long one to go into but Laurence already tugged some unexplainable sense of fear and hesitation in Maria. She felt like his influence somehow was everywhere (not she alone, actually) and she never could stand up against him properly, but "losing" Adeline was the very peak of the sense of helplessness. She wished she reacted more maturely and her weakness only proven Adeline that Laurence was more reasonable trustworthy (owch.....), but in either case, since then a HELL of passive aggression and coldness followed between Laurence and Maria.

....and then, they somewhat broke the ice in Research Hall arc, after Maria abandoned the hunt and could at least entrust in evolution through Eyes and Stars. They both figured they took bad turns in life and there was no point in lamenting the past, they still needed to save what could be saved. They finally had pleasant, albeit very bitter-sweet interactions after years of mutual vitriol. However, I am considering a very dark idea of Laurence seeing that Maria was bordering suic1dal moods and not only letting it happen, but even "encouraging" it in secret, as he wanted her out of the way before commanding Cainhurst massacre. No, he knew that he had her will broken and she would just let him do it, he was not scared. But he... didn't want it. He figured it was a better way to go for her as someone who still believed she could atone for her sins, rather than living to reach complete state of helplessness. He "allowed" her one last "choice" in her life.

Fucked up concept, fucked up concept, I know.

With Brador relationship was a bit strained, but they were more of friends than Maria and Laurence. At least, she was not feeling so inexplicably cornered by him with all her might as a warrior, nor Brador was trying to scare her into being hush. He believed she was smart enough to not get herself or her friends into more trouble, albeit always felt bad for her kind, honorable nature. He knew he was an opposite of her, completely drenched and even reveling in disgraceful crimes he was doing to help "smarter people" advance. But, Maria pleaded with Brador to get a word out from her to Laurence, to pay attention at the weird actions of Doctor Micolash at the Research Hall and why patients kept suffering and diving into 'Sea', and Brador listened to her. It is quite a confession from Brador to go against Laurence for someone, and Maria knows this. They'd have very deep friendship under better circumstances, I think.

Vasylissa (White Church Hunter) is another character Maria saw often! Technically, Maria replaced her as an overseer and caretaker of Research Hall in the end. Even before that, Maria appreciated this person and was always relieved to find her in Grand Cathedral praying instead of Laurence. Vasylissa at least remembered to "fear the blood" much better than everyone else in the Healing Church. Very arcane-leaning, very should-have-stayed-in-Byrgenwerth person that helped Maria to feel less alone. They exchanged everything they knew as well as had many heart-to-hearts, and Vasylissa considered themselves to be good friends.. She was one of the people who cried and blamed herself when Maria was gone. I also like to play with an idea that Maria would like to approach her romantically, but noticed someone else had eyes on her - that Black Church female Hunter who guards her! So she decided to step back.

Ludwig was also a person with whom Laurence and Healing Church stuff didn't sour the things with! Heck, the guy loved what Laurence represented more than himself, and mostly was just fixated on the hunt (and his 'Guidance', but that was a secret!)! They are both knightly and full of honour, naive and kind but ruthless in battle! I even wrote a post of headcanons of them as a pairing once ( x ), but everything said in that post still applies minus the dating bit :') They were good friends that vented and could comfort each other, they disagreed on the same Healing Church's antics, they had friendly sparrings, they kept each other in mind upon separation and stocked up things to share with each other when they'd meet next..

I think when Maria went from 'magic bad humanity good' to 'maybe there IS some hope for humanity in pursuit for Stars and Moon 🤔', Ludwig showed Holy Moonlight to her. He was a little reluctant and jealous considering it, but could not see Maria so doubtful and lost. If sharing something so intimate could've helped her to finally make sense of her conflicts, then so be it. Only.. it made things worse, because Maria saw that the violence and murder was in the plans of even the Great One that was advertised by Laurence and the others as the way to help humanity!

Maria and Cainhurst

This is the part where I unfortunately have to restrain myself, because there is so much to unpack that, like I said, I still have a separate ask to work on this!

But, Maria had sort of a friend group since childhood with Annalise (half-sister from her cheating father), Eidinghardt (Bloody Crow of Cainhurst) and Elias (King)! Her relationship with Crow were the closest of the group, as the two were like siblings! They were fighting a lot but not in a toxic way, more like the typical siblings banters! Maria additionally pinched Crow's cheek or invited him for a nice fist fight when they were kids and Crow constantly made Elias cry, or was rude towards Annalise! He was an asshole, and she was an anti-bully ranger x) Yet, whenever it subdued, they were playing together a lot and getting into trouble together. Crow was very jealous when Maria decided to leave Cainhurst, like... I would not surprised of the 'straight up clinged to her leg and dragged after her across the floor' situation fdshhfd For people that fought a lot he felt only she truly understood him, and he never quite recovered from realisation that Maria might not really felt the same, even if she did love him too.

Elias was very gentle person when he was growing up, and could only really turn to Maria to hide from judgement for "shaming" his noble family. She was there for him during both of his most hardcore conflicts with Annalise (who was and is extremely hard to earn forgiveness from), and believed in him when he decided to become a warrior too. Annalise, like I said, Maria found a comfort in, lacking a mother figure and instead seeking a woman to turn to in older sisters figures. But also, Annalise gave her chills sometimes! She never dared to lie to her or break a promise to her- and she did see what happens on example of Elias. At the same time, Annalise was so reliable, someone Maria could share her problem with and just know that Annalise will help...

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This is all for now! Obviously this is not all characters to cover; there are still Logarius, Izzy, Caryll (one more cousin, but known one), Micolash and Rom, and relatives in Cainhurst! I just wanted to answer the ask now but I am still cooking some headcanons because I figured I can't rush it and right ideas find me at their own pace :pensive: Still, thank you for letting me talk about it in detail!!

[thinkofmehoney]

"Smell that, it's wet grass and smoke in my hair."

Chapter 3.

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Summary: Neteyam has a shitty day in every way a day can be shitty, but Ao'nung helps to make it better. On the meantime, Lo'ak helps Tsireya study and have a great time, unlike their older brothers.

Notes: TW (little spoiler) someone throws up in this chapter cause they feel dizzy, letting you know just in case someone is uncomfortable with that!

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He wouldn't admit it, but if he felt guilty before when he pranked an obviously stressed Neteyam, now the feeling was way worse.

Ao'nung was trying to focus on his class but he just felt this curiosity about Neteyam, the forest boy. It was like his eyes were glued to the every move from the darker skinned boy.

He had noticed that Neteyam was very protective of his family. In the area were they moved, everyone knew eachother and lived in community because they've been there their whole lives. So when this new Omaticaya family moved into the neighborhood everyone seemed to believe they had the right to talk about them.

And either Neteyam wasn't affected by people's comments or he just knew how to hide his feelings really well. But when it comes to his family, he could be pretty terrifying, and would defend them with teeth and nails.

He also has noticed that Neteyam was almost too compliant for his own good. When their teachers needed help carrying their heavy stuff they asked him for help knowing he won't hesitate in carrying a printer, for example, all the way to the classroom.

When they had basketball practice he would always go after the ball when it was hit too hard, and the coach also would ask him to bring him stuff he had left at the teacher's room... That was at the other end of the school.

He could tell that Neteyam felt exhausted. He always paid attention in class and was overall a good student, but sometimes he just fell asleep on his desk after battling with his tired eyes trying to stay awake.

But even if he was so tired that his eyes closed by themselves, if he was running to get things their teachers needed, or defending his sister and the rest of his family, he always looked put together. Ao'nung thought that if he did as much things as Neteyam did, he wouldn't even bother to take care of his appearance. But Neteyam always wore stylish outfits in soothing colors, his hair was always in place, or he made it seem like it, and also wore jewelry, from his pierced ears to rings embracing his fingers

What a sight, huh?

Tsireya went downstairs ready to go out when she saw Ao'nung laying on the couch like a starfish and just staring the ceiling in complete silence, which was an unusual view for her. He was usually eating and watching a show, swimming at their swimming pool or in the ocean, out with his friends or at some one night stand's house he had sneaked out to and Tsireya has to make sure he doesn't get caught by their parents.

"Bro?" She laughed at him, he looked like a rag doll laying there. "Is everything okay?" He looked at her, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"I think Neteyam hates me" She honestly expected anything else but that answer. That was the reason why he's so afflicted?

"Teyam? hate you? that's such nonsense, he's so sweet." Ao'nung's calmed expression morphed into a perplexed one.

"«Teyam»? what do you mean «Teyam»?"

"Yeah that's his nickname. I don't call him Neteyam Sully," Tsireya said as if it was something so obvious.

"Neteyam Sully? As in Lo'ak Sully?" She nodded with a smile, entertained with her brother's disbelief.

"He's Lo'ak's brother so I already knew him, he's my friend, actually." Ao'nung shook his head, insisting that it was a lie.

"Why would I lie about that? They are brothers" She giggled.

"I mean, Neteyam is taller, smarter, prettier, waaaay less annoying, kinder…" He was enumerating with his fingers. Tsireya just looked at him with a suspicious gaze in her eyes, but she decided not to tease him by saying that it sounded like he was in love or something.

"Okay... And why do you think he hates you?" Ao'nung stopped enumerating Neteyam's qualities to gather his words.

"I just… I bet he thinks i'm a horrible person because I made fun of his sister." He felt stupid saying that, of course Neteyam wouldn't like him if he was being an asshole to his sister.

"Oh well, that's kinda understandable you know? like, what would you do if someone made fun of me and called me names?"

"I'd beat the shit out of them?"

"Exactly." Ao'nung remembered one more thing that could probably make Neteyam dislike him.

"On the tryouts I told him he didn't make it to be on the team, as a joke… he called me an asshole."

"I see... well, have you tried to apologize?" It was so obvious that he had to at least apologize, it made her feel like she was talking to a toddler. Her brother just looked down.

"... No." Tsireya checked the hour on her phone and put it back in her bag.

"You should definitely start from there, otherwise I can't really help you!" She walked towards the door and Ao'nung immediately stopped her.

"Hold on, hold on, where do you think you are going?" He crossed his arms and Tsireya rolled her eyes as he got into his Protective-older-brother character.

"Lo'ak is going to help me study for my math test." Lo'ak is as dumb as a rock, he thought, They won't study shit.

"Help you study… Sure, tell him I send him death threats!" She was already out of the door.

"I'll tell Neteyam you said hi!"

"You little-!" The door was already closed behind her.

After the results of the first biology test were handed over to the senior years Neteyam felt his stomach sink. Looking at the score he got absolutely ruined his day.

Dad is gonna be so mad at me…

He got home and immediately gathered his books and notes on the empty dinning table and started studying and checking what he got wrong on his test.

He just couldn't believe he got a B in his biology test. He wanted to blame the basketball team, or having to take care of his siblings, or having studied too much for the English test, but he knew he couldn't blame no one or nothing but himself, it was his fault.

He didn't want to show this score to his father yet, until he had another one that was good enough so it will soften the impact and maybe won't make his father as disappointed.

He was always a good student, a good son and brother, so a lot was expected from him, which sometimes it felt like too much, but he always had to keep up to not disappoint anyone.

He was checking his failed test looking for his weak spots, but couldn't help but getting distracted by Lo'ak walking around nervously, wearing his best clothes and... Perfume?

"You look so fancy baby brother." He said as a joke, but it was actually kinda true.

"Oh, this?" he checked his clothes and the watch on his wrist theatrically "Nah, this is just my casual off-duty attire." A laugh escaped Neteyam's lips, he got up and walked towards his brother.

"And where are you going may I ask?" He fixed the neck of Lo'ak's jacket and he backed off, accommodating it back in the way he liked it.

"Bro don't ruin my fit! i'm going out with Tsireya." He couldn't pretend to be annoyed because a smile escaped from his lips just by saying her name.

"For real?! on a date?!"

"More like a study date, she needs help with math so i'll help her. We're going to a coffee shop tho." He tried to keep it cool but when he heard the door being knocked his stomach dropped, she was already there.

Both of them looked at each other with wide eyes, Lo'ak punched the air hyping himself up while Neteyam got out of sight and sat back on the dinning table. He didn't want Tsireya to see Lo'ak with a cool outfit and then seeing him with pajama shorts and a tiny t-shirt.

Lo'ak opened the door greeting Tsireya and then they got on their way to this coffee shop. When the door was closed behind them, Neteyam got up to make himself a cup of coffee, since no one invited him to coffee shops.

He was pouring almond milk in his coffee when he heard his father's voice from the dining room.

"Tuk can you wait for me in the car?" Neteyam's blood felt ice cold, and once again felt his stomach drop.

His test was on the table.

"Neteyam, come over here." His voice didn't sound happy at all.

He came over to where his father was holding his test, he put the cup of coffee on the table and looked down just waiting for the reprimand.

"What is this, boy?" Jake showed his son that infamous paper on his hand.

"Dad I-"

"You got a B?! did you study at all?" Neteyam felt so ashamed he just wanted to disappear.

"Not…Not much."

"You have to keep your grades up if you want to be on a sports team, you know that right?"

"Yes sir"

"Your only duty is to study, and you can't even do that?"

Neteyam's heart ached hearing that. Did his father not see everything he does? How he takes care of his siblings? How he always does his best to be a good student? A good son? How he practices so much to be the best basketball player he can be so he can make his father proud? Does any of that matters?

Jake stared at the red ink on the test once more, a disappointed sigh making Neteyam feel a knot on his throat.

"This isn't good at all, son." He left the test on the table and pressed it with his finger at every word "You better fix this."

"Yes, sir" Neteyam couldn't looked at him in his eyes anymore, He didn't want to.

Jake put on his jacket and stood at the door.

"I'm taking Tuk to the movies, your mother will be home soon."

The door was closed leaving an echo in the silent house, Neteyam just stood there thinking why on earth did he left that goddamn test on the table, now his father was disappointed and it felt heavy on his chest. He sat down back to study, but he just couldn't think straight, his eyes filled with tears and his coffee was getting cold.

Later that day, Ao'nung was on his bedroom when he heard Tsireya talking to their father downstairs. She was already back from her study-date with Lo'ak and he wanted to know everything about it.

Once he heard his sister walking into her room he immediately got up from his bed and went to talk to her, leaning on the open door while she took off her earrings, not noticing his presence. He smirked.

He watched her in silence for a few seconds before speaking loudly and fast "How was your date, sis?!" Tsireya screamed like she was being murdered and threw him one of her plushies directly to his face.

"Holy fuck you scared the shit out of me!" Ao'nung laughed and sat down on her bed.

"It never gets old, you scream like a goat." He held his stomach with both of his arms while he couldn't stop laughing, making his sister angry.

"Get out of my room!"

"No, no, i'm sorry" he wiped a tear as he calmed down. "I wanted to ask you, how was your date with the insufferable Sully brother?" She rolled her eyes at the nickname but decided to ignore it and continued to get her earrings off as she spoke.

"It was actually really good, and it wasn't a date at all" Ao'nung's eyes widened, he didn't expected that.

"It wasn't? So he really just helped you with math?" Tsireya looked at him, also surprised.

"Exactly… I thought he would take me out to this coffee shop using studying just as an excuse to flirt with me or talking about our relationship." Ao'nung nodded.

"Same"

"…But he was actually really sweet and attentive, he really wanted me to understand the homework and took his time explaining everything. He didn't flirt with me once."

Even if Lo'ak wasn't being flirty with her while they were studying, Tsireya felt like that was much more special, she felt like he really cared about her. And she also had a great time, they talked about school and about their friends and sometimes she had tears in her eyes when Lo'ak made her laugh too much, her laugh being an absolute masterpiece to his ears.

The basketball practice has come and Neteyam didn't really felt like it. He only slept two hours last night, had a poor and rushed breakfast because he woke up late, studied on every break and when he realized he forgot to bring his lunch he just kept studying more. He wouldn't even dare to ask his father if he could bring him his lunch to school just because he forgot to pack it, it would be too embarrassing.

It didn't happen too often, but when he did something that made his father feel angry or disappointed, it really disrupted his whole routine, but he made it go unnoticed for everyone successfully every time.

Until today

After warming up before the game started, Neteyam noticed he was feeling more tired than usual, normally a warm up wouldn't leave him breathing so fast, but he didn't make a big deal of it and just kept stretching on his place. When he started to feel lightheaded that's when he got worried and just stood still, trying to focus and control his breath

"Are you alright? you look a little bit pale" Ao'nung Was stretching near the boy when he noticed that Neteyam felt uneasy as he breathed fast and heavily and had a worried look on his face. The Omaticaya put a hand on his chest, apparently unable to control his breath. "Neteyam?"

The mentioned looked up at the blue eyed boy, but his vision was interrupted with blurriness and tiny lights "I'm… I'm fi-"

The sound of a body dropping to the floor made their classmates turn their heads in unison. "Neteyam!" Ao'nung kneeled down next to the boy's head and held his face on his cupped hands, gently slapping his cheek to see if Neteyam woke up. "Hey! Neteyam wake up!" He had never seen someone passing out, which frightened him because he didn't knew if the boy laying on the floor was alright or if he had to call an ambulance or maybe just slap his face harder.

"Kids! kids! everyone back up!" The coach ordered as everyone was curious to see what happened. Lo'ak kneeled next to him with panic on his face and also slapping his brother's arm to wake him up. "Bro are you alright?!"

After a few seconds, the boy finally opened his eyes, Ao'nung exhaling air he didn't knew he was holding back. Neteyam was confused when he saw Ao'nung's face over his, and even more confused when he felt his hand cupping his face. And the confusion didn't stop when he noticed that his brother was moving his shoulder rapidly to wake him up.

"Thank god I thought he was dead!" Ao'nung felt so relieved that he woke up. During this commotion he didn't realize that he was caressing Neteyam's face with his thumb, removing his hand immediately once he noticed.

"He woke up?" Lo'ak and Ao'nung nodded answering to the coach, and then he asked Neteyam. "How are you feeling now son? Are you still dizzy?"

"No, no, no, I'm good." Neteyam was in fact not feeling good, but he tried to sit to prove that he was feeling better. Now the coach spoke to Ao'nung.

"Take him to the nursery alright? We will keep training in here."

"I'll go too." Lo'ak spoke decided but Neteyam shook his head.

"No Lo'ak, it's okay I just need to drink some…some water."

"Bro you are not okay, look at you! you're still asleep."

"Lo'ak you have to keep training, Ao'nung will take him." The coach instructed and then turned around to give the instructions to the rest of the team.

Ao'nung carefully took Neteyam's arm and placed it around his shoulders with a hand holding the long haired boy's waist to help him stand up and walk to the nursery.

"Ao'nung this is unnecessary, I can walk by myself" His tired voice didn't sound convincing at all, Ao'nung sighed.

"Forest boy, what would happen if I listened you and I let you walk by yourself and then you pass out and hit that head of yours, huh? Those tight braids won't cushion you." Neteyam smiled a shyly, not wanting to laugh.

Fortunately the nursery was pretty close to the gym, so they got in there and Ao'nung helped Neteyam to get on the gurney while the nurse asked what happened.

When he told her he passed out she handed him a bucket in case he still felt dizzy and told him he probably fainted because his blood sugar was too low

She got a call from the soccer coach needing the wheelchair because a student apparently broke his ankle. The nurse shook her head and talked about how agressive this day's kids were as she took the wheelchair and got out.

Ao'nung noticed that Neteyam's breathing changed again, the Omaticaya was looking up to the ceiling and breathing deeply. Ao'nung immediately freaked out.

"Are you gonna faint again? Quick, lay down!" he tried to push Neteyam on his side but he slapped his hand, still trying to breath.

"Please just- don't talk you're making me feel dizz-" Thank Eywa the nurse gave him that stupid bucket because he felt his stomach squishing and contracting, throwing up the little food he had that day.

Ao'nung rubbed his back, trying not to watch the contents of Neteyam's stomach falling out of his mouth. But he noticed that after throwing up, Neteyam kept gagging but nothing came out.

"I'm so sorry you had to see me throw up, I know it's fucking disgusting" Neteyam spoke after he finally could breath normally, he was hugging the blue bucket, feeling weak but now way better. Ao'nung just kept rubbing his back.

"Don't worry, it happens to all of us" He tried to comfort the boy, and now he thought about what the nurse was talking about earlier. "Neteyam, when was the last time you ate today?"

He thought about it and felt embarrassed when he answered "I think… When I had breakfast." Ao'nung's eyes widened.

"Are you fucking kidding me? you must be starving." Neteyam looked down, ashamed.

"I forgot my lunch at home and didn't bring any money with me, it's my fault, I deserve it."

Ao'nung got up and wide amber eyes looked at him with curiosity, he handed Neteyam a tissue and walked to the door.

"Wipe your mouth, I'll be here in a second."

Neteyam tied a knot on the plastic bag of the bucket and put it aside as he wiped his mouth. This was the worst day ever, she felt like shit and since he woke up and now Ao'nung had to see him being so weak and disgusting and now that he knows he didn't eat anything all day because his stupid bird brain forgot to pack food he must think he's so dumb. He probably went back to the gym, he couldn't blame him though, why would he wanna stay here with him and his puke bucke-

"I'm back!"

Huh?

Ao'nung sat next to him and handed him first a bottle with a blue liquid inside, while he opened a plastic wrapper. "I bought you a gatorade and…" He handed Neteyam the open envelope that smelled absolutely delicious. "A lemon cake, I hope you like it, they had brownies too but I didn't knew if you were allergic to nuts so..."

Neteyam was speechless as he looked at the bottle and cake on his hands, both opened and ready to eat. This day was and still is a rollercoaster of emotions and right now he felt like he could cry just seeing this act of kindness. It may not seem like much, but he thought that Ao'nung went out of his way to get him food, open the envelopes and gave it to him ready to just eat it, and he also didn't thought he was disgusting or stupid. No one has been this kind to him in a long time…

Ao'nung got worried when Neteyam didn't drink or eat the things he bought for him.

"W-what's wrong? you don't like lemon cake? or is it the gatorade? I can get you something different! tell me what you-" Ao'nung freaking out made Neteyam come back to reality.

"Oh, no, no, everything is fine, i'm just… Really grateful." He smiled and took a bite of the lemon cake. "Thank you so much."

Ao'nung sighed with relief and smiled back at the boy next to him. "You're welcome."

The practice was over and everyone was going home. Neteyam was outside by himself when he heard his little brother calling him"

"Neteyam! You're here!" Lo'ak ran towards him with both his and Neteyam's backpack on his shoulders

"Yeah, sorry, I just needed some air-" Lo'ak collided into Neteyam and hugged him tightly, making him take two steps back because of the impact, Neteyam felt moved and also guilty for making his baby brother feel scared because of him fainting.

"What the fuck happened?" Worried eyes looked up at Neteyam and he just rested his hand on his brother's braided hair.

"The nurse said it was because I hadn't slept enough and that my blood sugar was low, but it's nothing to be worried about I promise" He took his backpack off of Lo'ak's shoulder and started walking.

"Man I wanted to take you to the nursery, sorry that you had to go with fish lips." Neteyam smiled.

"You know, he wasn't a pain in the ass actually, even he bought me some food."

"Just because he wasn't being an asshole one time it doesn't mean he's a good person now" Neteyam wanted to defend Ao'nung because of how caring he was with him, but Lo'ak was probably right, after all, Ao'nung made fun of Kiri and didn't even felt guilty about it.

"Lo'ak."

"hm?"

"Don't tell a word about what happened to mom and dad, okay?" Lo'ak furrowed his brows at such a request.

"What? You don't want them to know you passed out? Why?"

So his father would think that he was so useless that he couldn't even take care of himself? No, thanks.

"I just don't want them to worry, alright?" Neteyam spoke, getting defensive, but Lo'ak wasn't buying his excuses.

"Why though? They are your parents, worrying about you is their job"

"Lo'ak." His voice was severe, like a warning. "Just don't."

"Bro you should just put your pride aside and let them help you." On one side, Lo'ak really was worried about his brother and thought it was a stupid idea to hide what happened. But on the other side, he was tired of Neteyam not accepting help from other people, specially his family. Why does he have to be so prideful and appear to be so perfect?

"I don't need help Lo'ak!" He shouted exasperated.

"Why, because you're so perfect?! Because you're the perfect son so you can't even get sick?" Neteyam shook his head in disbelief, he wasn't even near to be perfect, Lo'ak didn't know what he's talking about. "Eywa forbid you felt dizzy during practice, you're too much above all of us for that." He said sarcastically.

"Can you stop being such dickhead?" Lo'ak laughed bitterly.

"Alright, fine, I won't tell what happen, but if you pass out again or something, I won't even try to help you."

Lo'ak walked ahead leaving Neteyam behind. He sighed, a discussion with his brother was the last thing he needed today.

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