#i really wanna colour in a big bright colouring page for him n have him put it on the fridge

[abuglikecreature]

caregiver wade moodboard eeeekk!!!! i think hed be soooo fun n silly n maybe he’d make too many sweet things but how bad is that really

[peakyswritings]

Black Widow

Luca Changretta x fem!reader

Requested by: @lilywinchesterlove

Summary: Luca thinks he has finally found the one, but what happens when finds out that she hides a deep, dark secret? Eventually, the truth always comes to light

Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of death, drinking, swearing, angst

A/N: this took really long, but I made it! I changed the request a tiny bit, I hope you like it!❤️⭐️

The gif is not mine, credits to the owner

Long dresses, neatly pressed suits, bright jewellery, alcohol flowing. Luca had never liked big parties. Despite his luxurious lifestyle, those ostentatious displays of wealth weren’t exactly his cup of tea; not to mention the fact that all of those strangers wandering through his house made him extremely uncomfortable. He’d much rather spend time with his family, or his closest men, instead of taking part in those boring business talks with men who took a despicable pleasure in showing off both their richness and their trophy wives who, in turn, were engaged in an endless competition. But even his birthday was a way to expand his business and make new alliances.

Nevertheless, that night his mind was occupied by something else, way more important than the middle-aged man who was bragging about his new Bentley. He was on edge, absentmindedly taking frequent looks around the room, waiting for Matteo’s face to appear in the crowd. After almost two weeks of waiting, he was about to get the answers to his questions.

“I don’t like her, she’s hiding something”

“You don’t know her”

“Apparently, neither do you” Vicente argued, trying to talk some sense into his son. “I’m just telling you” he added “to keep an eye on her”

His father’s words ringed in his ears as he watched his mother hug you, thrilled to finally see you again. He wasn’t expecting her to like you so much when he introduced you to his family, the way she had welcomed you was a pleasant surprise. She was quite good at reading people, her sixth sense was seldom wrong. However, his father didn’t really agree with his wife and, as soon as he found himself alone with him, he didn’t hesitate to point out the fact that you didn’t seem like someone who could be trusted. You were suspiciously vague when they asked questions about you, or your past.

As much as he hated to admit it, Luca knew he was right. You never talked about your past or your family, you dismissed every question, changing the subject whenever he tried to find out something more about you. At first he thought that there was something that you weren’t ready to talk about - the scars on your body were the proof - and he was fine with that, but the more time passed, the more he realised that the secret you were keeping was deeper than he thought. So he followed his father’s advice, hiring his most trusted man to gather information about you. He felt guilty, like he was breaking your trust, but he had to be aware of the woman he wanted to marry.

Matteo glanced at him from the other side of the big room, nodding towards the door. He distractedly excused himself from the men he was talking to and headed towards his office, feeling his impatience grow second by second.

“Did you find anything?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

Matteo placed a folder on the desk. “Everything’s written here. I also found some documents that might interest you”

“Good”

Luca wavered for a moment before opening it. He could feel the agitation rise moment by moment. It was still perfectly sealed, as he had ordered. No one, except for him and the man in front of him, must know anything. He had no idea about what he would find out and he didn’t wanna risk to expose something that you didn’t want to be known.

His eyes meticulously scanned the pages, the more he read, the more he tensed up, not recognising the woman that they described. He looked up from the sheet, glancing at Matteo. Even though he knew what was in that envelope, he didn’t comment nor ask unwanted questions. His discretion was the reason why he had been chosen for the job, after all. He shook his head in disbelief, tossing the papers on his desk. You couldn’t have fooled him like that. No one fooled him like that.

“That’s all?”

“Yes, sir”

He nodded, trying to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, neatly stacking the sheets again. “Call Y/n, tell her to come here”

He didn’t need to say it twice, because Matteo immediately walked out the room.

Luca sat on his chair and waited, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface. Mixed feeling fought inside him, anger, disappointment, betrayal, confusion. One question kept on haunting him.

Why?

The creaking sound of the door opening made him lift up his eyes. “Did you want to see me?”

“Sit down” he said, gesturing towards the chair on the other side of the desk. You frowned as you did as he said, waiting for him to start talking. You guessed it must’ve been urgent, since he hadn’t even waited for the guests to go away.

He examined you, trying to find the smallest bit of evidence that could prove what he had read was true. But you sat in front of him, looking at him with your big eyes. If your intentions were malicious, you were way too good at hiding them behind your sweet voice and charming smile.

“Why don’t you tell me about your husband?”

You froze on the spot, feeling the colour drain from your face. “What?”

“I’m sorry, maybe I should say your first husband” he corrected himself, oddly calm. “He died on your wedding night, right? He hit his head, it was a bad accident”

As much as he tried to hide it, rage radiated from every cell in his body. You could see it in the way his back stiffened, in the way his hands gripped the arm of his chair until his knuckles turned white.

It couldn’t be happening. You had moved far away from home, changed your style and habits, you even changed your surname. There was no way he could have known. You put your initial shock aside, the realisation of what it all meant was enough to make you get suddenly defensive. “Did you look into my past behind my back?” you raised your voice, getting up from the chair.

“And how about your second husband?” he added, unfazed, completely ignoring your question. “The one who died in suspicious circumstances. It must’ve been a nightmare for you, becoming a widow twice”

Despite his straight face and apparent calmness, the sarcasm in his voice was clear.

“Stop it.”

“Good thing they were rich, the papers here say that you inherited all of their money” he noted, pointing to the documents. “They also say that you probably poisoned your second husband, hence the reason why you’re known in your hometown as a Black Widow”

Black Widow. That’s what everyone called you. You could almost hear their whispers, filled with ill-concealed inquisitiveness and detriment. It was easy to talk. Two words had so much power that they could turn someone’s world upside down in a matter of days. Hours, even.

“You don’t know anything about what I went through” you gritted your teeth.

He got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey, as his could feel his unmoved facade was starting to falter. “Now you’re going to tell me a fake heartbreaking story, trying to get me to pity you, aren’t you?” he mocked you, drinking it in one go. “You wanted to do the same to me, after all”

His harsh words were like punch in the gut. He was nowhere hear the truth, but the distance in his eyes made you feel like it didn’t matter what you’d tell him, he wouldn’t believe you anyway. He probably already had his own version of the truth. “So you’re going to judge me without even listening to what I have to say?”

“I want to hear what you have to say” he snapped, slamming his glass on the desk, avoiding your gaze for the first time. “I want a fucking explanation” he growled.

You nodded, looking away from him. As hard as it was to talk about it, there was no use in beating around the bush. Being straightforward was the best way of getting on with it. “It’s true” you stated. “I killed my first husband”

He shot his eyes towards you, not expecting you to actually admit it. If you had to be honest, you didn’t expect it either, your own voice seemed foreign as you said those words out loud for the first time. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it right away, deciding to let you talk instead.

“My father needed an alliance with him to expand his business, so he arranged our marriage” you added, crossing your arms. “I didn’t even know him. On our first night, I refused to sleep with him. He beat me with a cane”

He clenched his jaws at your words. That explained the scars on your body, the way you hid them and the reason why you would never tell him how you’d get them. The feelings he felt for you overpowered the bitterness for a moment, the thought of someone hurting you made his blood boil.

“At some point, I managed to take it from him and I hit him on the head. My family covered it up and I wasn’t charged”

The more you talked, the more you realised that there was no going back. He was about to know the whole truth, he was about to decide whether to believe you or throw you away, because he couldn’t risk it.

“After his death, my father arranged another marriage. I didn’t like the man, but he was decent. He died from a disease, I didn’t kill him. Of course, word spread and everyone believed I had poisoned him or something like that. After that, I cut contact with my family, packed my bags, changed my surname and moved here. That’s all”

That’s all. Like it hadn’t been the hardest time of your life. Like it hadn’t been more then a simple change. But you couldn’t afford to let your feelings get the best of you, not after all you had done to come to terms with what happened to you.

Luca didn’t know what hit him the most, your story or the way you had told it. The emptiness in your eyes, the coldness in your voice. Or maybe your calmness. It seemed like you were telling someone else’s experience, not your own. But could he really trust you? Or it was just a trick to make him end up in a wooden box, just like the others?

“You’re telling me that as if it doesn’t touch you”

“What, did you expect me to cry?” you narrowed your eyes, turning to him again. “That would be the right reaction to what happened to me, wouldn’t it?” you rhetorically asked.

He blinked, taken aback by you question. He tried to say something, but you interrupted him. “You know, my reaction is exactly the reason why people started talking. You have to act like a victim, or else you’re the guilty one. But I’m not a victim and I don’t need anyone’s compassion. Not even yours” you added, taking a few steps towards him.

Your tone might have been calm, but the almost imperceptible tremble in your voice gave away the stream of feelings running inside of you.

“I’m independent, I run my own company” you paused, stopping just a few inches away from him. “I didn’t need their money, or yours. You can choose to believe me, or you can leave”

You steadied your voice, looking him straight in the eyes. You didn’t want him to leave, a small voice in the back of your mind was begging him to stay. You didn’t listen to it, though. You loved Luca, you truly loved him and the fact that he thought you could ever hurt him was killing you. But it was his choice. He was free to leave, if he wanted. It didn’t matter how much it hurt, you would find a way to go on, like you always did.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Something changed in him, his gaze softened, his voice dropped. It seemed like rage wasn’t blinding him anymore, leaving space for the tenderness he only reserved for you.

“I didn’t want my past to define me” you admitted. “I wanted to leave it behind me, I didn’t want you to look at me and see...” you stopped, not knowing how to express it with words. “I’m more than that”

Luca looked at you in silence. He still had the woman he loved in front of him. You were the same woman he had met the previous year. Everything you were slowly building together felt too genuine and spontaneous to be fake. No one could lie like that. Maybe it was risky, but something in him knew told him you were telling the truth. He knew you were telling the truth. You did what you needed to do to survive. He brought a hand on your cheek, gently stroking it.

“What I see” he said “is a strong, beautiful, independent woman who went through a lot, but who’s capable of making it on her own, without anyone’s help”

You leaned into his touch and placed you hand over his, relieved at his words. Luca was he only man you had ever loved and trusted and the prospect of a life without him terrified you. It would’ve been way too hard to pick up the pieces and find a reason to go on, it would’ve taken too much time for your heart to heal. You had finally found something you wanted to hold on to.

And he loved you too much to leave you.

“I would never hurt you” you whispered “I love you”

He leaned in and kissed you. At first it was soft, tender, until it became desperate, almost rough. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, as you brought your hand to the back of his neck.

He slightly moved away, placing two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “No more secrets”

“No more secrets”

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Tag list: @arwyn-the-cyrptic-bisexural @iamngoclinh08 @lilywinchesterlove @fandom-puff @capitanostella @caelys @lucillethings @peakyxtommy

[a-simple-imagine]

The Rarest Cat

Synopsis: Charlie tries to bring home yet another scaly friend

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x reader

Words: 1k+

A/N - This was just something short written from a silly prompt i found. Thank you for 1.4k btw

It was a glorious summer evening; the little cottage bathed in the glow of the setting sun. A gentle breeze tickled your skin as it filters through the open window in the kitchen. You flipped through the pages of a cookbook you'd received from Molly; it wasn't an activity you didn't partake in often. Charlie liked to joke that you never knew what you were getting which was fair because half the time your dishes came out... inventive. With a wave of your wand, the ingredients you had collected started preparing themselves until they combined into a pie. Decorative flowers made of pastry adorned the top for a bit of flare. The click of the door hits your ears as the pie settles in the middle of the dining table. It smelt delicious which was a good sign.

"You're home on time for once," you call out in jest expecting a playful response that never comes. The cupboard door opens and two glasses and two plates glide through the air and set themselves down on the table. "I have dinner ready if you wanna join me?" Still no response. Maybe it wasn't Charlie? But you didn't get too many visitors out here. You cautiously approach the front door; grip tightening around your wand but as your eyes settle on the vibrant red hair pulled up into a tiny ponytail. A sigh of relief slips past your lips and you wand falls to your side. "Why didn't you answer?" He turns around slowly revealing his tender expression; his freckled face dusted in the lightest shade of pink. A moment of confusion quickly transforms into realisation and a hint of anger. In his arms was a scaly little creature, that was mostly white in colour but with a shimmer of lilac. There was no mistake that it was a dragon; a young one at that with a pair of cat ears on its head. "... what is that?"

"What?" Her glances around himself.

"That," you point to the creature that is sitting so calmly in his crossed arms; it's little feet dangling. "In your arms?"

"Oh, a... a cat," Charlie announces ever so quietly; it sounded more like a question. It was almost like he was trying to convince himself it was true despite the overwhelming evidence that it was not, in fact, a cat. With knitted brows, you risk a step closer with arms folded across your chest

"That is clearly a dragon wearing a cat-ear headband, Charlie."

"No, it's not," His head shakes rigorously. "It's clearly a cat- look at its little ears."

He very slowly removes one arm from under the dragon, making sure he can support it with one arm. Then taps each of the little faux cat ears. Your weight falls to one hip. He wasn't serious, right? He didn't actually think he'd get away with this. The creature sneezes in the most adorable way, a little puff of fire shooting into the air. "A cat that breathes fire?"

"...it's a- it's a very rare breed," his arm returns to its spot against the other as he hikes the dragon up more. When your confident the Dragon isn't going to sneeze or set you on fire in any way, you walk towards your favourite Weasley.

"Charlie... sweetheart...," Placing your hands gently against his jaw; your thumb brushes against his adorable cheeks. You can't help but smile when you meet his puppy dog eyes. You lean forward and peck his lips. "It's obviously a dragon- he's cute." You gently pat the little dragons head; thankfully it doesn't manage to nip any of your fingers. "Get rid of it."

Fingertips dancing over his skin as you turn sharply on your heel. "But-"

"But nothing, Charlie," You state firmly, coming to an abrupt stop. You appreciated his passion for dragons but you definitely didn't have space or capacity to look after one. "We've talked about this before. We can't keep a dragon."

"But he's all alone and look how cute he is. He's a little baby with no mummy." He basically shoves the dragon into your face as if that would somehow make you change your mind. "Look at that face and tell him he has to go."

"Does he have a name?" You ask; looking over the little creature. He was about the size of a small dog with sharp teeth and claws that would still do some serious damage. Small but deadly.

"Taro."

You flash Charlie a smile before turning your attention to the dragon. "Taro- you're adorable but you've got to go. Sorry-" then back to Charlie. "Now I have dinner waiting. I baked a pie."

Leading the way into the kitchen, the boy trails along on your heel. How you wished your house was big enough to house an entire dragon just so you didn't have to keep disappointing him. "Oh no, you baked,"

"Well, I used my wand and made a pie- I even put pretty decorations on top." You sit down at the table. Placing the little dragon down, he pulls off the headband and placed it on the table.

"Wow! It looks really good,"

A bright smile settles on your lips and you sit up straighter. "Thank you- you're still getting rid of the dragon."

"I didn't even say anything about him."

"Yeah," you nod, slicing the pie up into equal pieces and putting one onto your plate. "But you were just trying to butter me up, I know you too well."

"I was just trying to appreciate your amazing cooking skills," He shoves a piece of pie into his mouth; groaning in approval. You can't help but chuckle. He really was trying and it was incredibly sweet. With a dramatic sigh, you notice the dragon chewing on the wellington boots that sit by the back door for gardening.

"You can keep him for tonight," His eyes light up. "But he has to go back first thing and he's not sleeping in our bed."

"Really?"

"First thing, Charles Weasley- I mean it."

[svtshine]

Tattooed in my heart

Pairing: Minghao x reader

genre: Soulmate!au, Fluff

type: oneshot, imagine

ability: Soulmates that share the same tattoo, which is located on a random part of your body. It glows when you’re going to meet your soulmate

extra: i’m not actually sure if minghao has this tattoo or if it was edited. Feel free to tell me if you know :’). But it’s still really gorgeous and beautiful, inspired me to write this

You were five when first felt the hot searing pain on your wrist. It shocked you and you immediately found your parents, tears running down your face at how painful the feeling was. After a while, a beautiful 8 figure formed on your wrist like an infinity sign, it was gorgeous you first thought, slightly sniffing after enduring the pain for an hour.

Your parents showed you their tattoo, and explained how soulmates worked. Everyone is born with someone they were destined to meet, to love and to spend their whole life with. There were different ways one would be able to find their soulmate. Matching tattoos, being able to feel their pain for example.

It seems that you, alike your parents, had matching tattoos with your soulmate. You stared in wonder of the beautiful figure and wonder what it meant

It was around the age of twelve when you learnt the true meaning of your tattoo. The infinity 8 symbol represent everlasting love and good fortune. Infinite energy, infinite love and endless abundance. You loved the tattoo at first sight, and now understanding the deep meaning that it symbolises made you love it more. You couldn’t wait to find your soulmate, you believed that whoever he was, was someone who would love and appreciate for infinity and beyond.

It was a nice evening, as you made your way to the restaurant you were working at for your night shift. You sighed as it was going to be a long night, but the beautiful colours that painted the sky made you wanna smile.

It was sunset, the hues of orange, yellow and pink mixed together and formed a majestic sight to behold. The wind also complimented the scenery and you stopped for a moment to admire it.

You knew it was hard to be alone, but the thought that one day, you were going to meet the one, that would protect you, love you and take care of you, regardless of any situation. Someone you could pay all of your attention towards and wake up every morning to make them breakfast, was worth every second. You hoped, somewhere out there, your soulmate could watch the very same scenery that you experienced.

You turned your attention from the array of colours as you felt a sting on the inside of your wrist. Your tattoo was glowing slightly and you scrunched your eyes brows in confusion as this has never happened before. However, the alarm on your phone set off, reminding you that your shift was going to start soon. You took one last look at the sky and rushed down the street

Your tattoo glowing brighter with every step

“Minghao, let’s go. coups hyung said we’re all gonna go get some late dinner” Hoshi said as Minghao looked away from the mirror in the practice room and replied with an ‘okay’

He stared back into the mirror for a while, noticing how his tattoo on his back, was emitting a small glow.

“hyung, am i thinking too much? why is my tattoo glowing” Minghao asked frustrated because this was the first time his tattoo had ever done that he didn’t know why it was doing it.

Hoshi came over to check and sure enough it was really glowing, “i don’t know man, but i’m sure it’s fine” hoshi patted Minghao’s back. Minghao packed up his stuff, “we’ll just ask the rest later” hoshi said waiting at the door. Minghao nodded and took one last look at his tattoo that he has grown to be fond of.

He loved the number 8, in fact his stage name was chosen after his tattoo. Coming from a chinese family, Minghao loved the chinese meaning of the figure 8 and what it stands for. Loving it more since it became his tattoo.

He was aware about soulmates, and he longed to meet his destined soon enough. In seventeen only woozi hyung has found his soulmate, and only accidentally. She is very kind and bright, always bringing refreshments for the boys whenever they finished practice. But the one thing that minghao envied about them, was the way they looked at each other. Woozi hyung and his soulmate that it. They always looked at each other, eyes filled with adoration and pure love.

Minghao wanted that, to look at someone and just smile by them laughing or doing something random. To spoil someone and to love that person with his whole being. He couldn’t wait to meet his soulmate and always wondered how it would be like, the first time meeting them.

His tattoo glowed brighter with every thought that passed his mind.

It was a slow night, as you sat on the counter and doodled on a note pad, the design of your tattoo. It was close to ten now and most of the families and couples have already left. There were only a few customers left in the restaurant.

You continued sketching your tattoo and hummed a soft melody to yourself. You looked up to check the time and got lost staring at the second hand ticking.

The sound of the doorbell jiggling pulled you away from your thoughts and you double checked the time, it wasn’t very often customers came in at this timing.

“Welcome, how many of you are there—“

Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of 13 young men that were all way taller than you, pooling into the restaurant. It was a large group and they were all wearing masks or hats almost to cover up their identity.

“Hi, can we have a table for 13?” The one infront spoked politely. His deep voice shocked you but the way he spoke with a warm tone made you less tense.

You flashed them a smile and took 8 menus in hand and guiding them to a table at the back. “Of course, we can only give you this table, it’s the biggest and there’s more space here”

The boys started choosing their seats and flipped through the menu. You took out your notebook and pencil, preparing to write down a very large order.

Minghao continued to stare at you as you focused on what Josh hyung wanted to order. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as you took in their whole group but he found it cute.

Even Mingyu whispered to him, “hey she’s pretty don’t you think?”

When you directed them towards the table at the back, he found your voice super satisfying, there was just something about you. That made him want to know you more.

When you finally reached him, since he was sitting at the end of the table. Your whole page was already filled with orders but you continued asking, “what would you like, sir?” looking at Minghao for the first time

He’s handsome.

The way his hair was styled, and how great he looked in his outfit even thought it was coming to midnight and you probably looked like shit compared to him. For a moment you just stared at his lips moving, it was like moving in slow motion and you couldn’t help but focus on them instead of his orders.

Minghao realised you were staring at him and he blushed slightly, praying that under the dim light you won’t be able to notice it. He waved a hand u tik you shook your head slightly and apologised to him before biting your lip.

Oh god that was so freaking sexy—, stop Minghao

You broke away from your thoughts and blushed, apologising to the handsome one infront of you.

“i’m so s-sorry, could you repeat yourself?” you stuttered.

The rest of the boys resumed conversing within one another so only Minghao attention was on you.

“it’s really fine, i’ll get fried noodles and hot tea please.” He looked at your badge, “Y/n”

You nodded, writing it down and announced that you were going to come back with the food.

Minghao’s eyes continued following you as you prepared the plates and interacted with the chef while preparing to serve them their dishes. You just seemed, perfect. he could almost see you glowing under the lights. Minghao didn’t understand why he was so attracted to you.

You served their drinks before going back and getting the dishes. You folded up your sleeves since you didn’t want to accidentally stain it, forgetting your tattoo for a second.

Minghao noticed there was a tattoo on your wrist, but under the lights he wasn’t too sure of the design. He also realised that you were able to memorise all their orders without even needing to ask them twice and found that super cool.

As you walked towards him with two plates of steaming food and placing the fried noodle dish infront of Minghao, that was when he realised he was staring at the same tattoo that he had on his back.

For a moment, he was still taking in the fact that he’s actually seeing his tattoo somewhere else that wasn’t his back. His eyes widened in disbelief and shock.

Minghao instinctively grabbed your wrist after you let go of his plate and looked up at you. Your eyes were as big as his, “T-this tattoo, i have the same one. O-on my back. Oh my god, i found you” he stood up and hugged you tightly.

You processed the information and proceeded to hug him back as tightly as the members cheered you on, some already knew as they recognised tour tattoo but didn’t want to spoil it for Minghao.

Minghao wrapped his arms around you and pulled away, brushing the stray hair away from your face and behind your ear.

“I think this is why i was so attracted to you ever since you entered but, i’m really going to need proof” You whispered shyly as you stared at the man infront of you, who you hoped deeply that really was your soulmate.

“y-yeah of course, do you have a staff room or something here? with more privacy?” Minghao questioned, still smiling and in a daze as he stared at you.

You looked at your manager, and judging by the noise and hoots from your soulmate’s group, he understood you guys needed some privacy and even gave you a thumbs up as you led Minghao to the locker room at the back that was only for staff members.

Minghao closed the door behind him and turned behind from your gaze. He took off his shirt and let you stare at the tattoo on his back.

he heard you gasp in shock as you left gentle traces on his back, following the lines of the tattoo.

“it really is you. I-i can’t believe it, i’ve been wishing for this day ever since i was a kid, oh god i even thought about meeting you just a few hours ago” You said quickly, voice clearly showing you were nervous and exciting about finally finding your soulmate. “what’s your name soulmate?” you asked

“Minghao, love” minghao said, wearing back his shirt and turning around to face you. He lifted his hands and his eyes silently asked if he could wrap them around your hips. You nodded and he instantly pulled you closer to him, admiring you.

“i’ve been dying to meet you too, Y/n. and can i say, you’re gorgeous, i’m so lucky you’re my destined” You loved the way your name rolled off his tongue and blushed as he complimented you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Minghao, you’re really handsome too. I can’t wait to get to know you, and i’m really grateful you’re my soulmate”

Minghao smiled at you and leaned in closer, hesitating as he was scared that you weren’t comfortable with it. After you nodded in approval, he softly placed his lips against yours.

it was, magical. A soft moan escaped you as Minghao’s hands came up to sneak around your waist and your hand pulled on his hair ever so slightly. His lips never stopped moving against yours. The two of you pulled away for air.

Minghao laid his forehead on yours, and the both of you smiled at each other. the same thought crossed your minds.

“thank you, for letting me have this blessing as mine”

and your tattoos, glowed brighter than it ever did before

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[iwaisa]

request. ok hear me out,,,, a date with yamaguchi at the aquarium or your bf yamaguchi working as a tour guide. he surprisingly has good knowledge on sea life and somehow gets you special access to personally meet the sea otters. they’re cute, but he’s cuter - @yamagucji​

a/n. finally !!! my first yamaguchi request !! i’ve been waiting for this tehe thank you for requesting ! <3 (also you are SO big brained this gave me so many ideas-)

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- genre. fluff!

- pairing. yamaguchi x gender neutral reader

- warnings. manga spoilers :(

- word count. 1.3k+

“yamaguchi! what’s this one?” yamaguchi panicked as you ran up to another tank in the middle of him explaining the last one that had caught your eye. “uhmm...this one is a...” yamaguchi trailed off as he flipped through the pamphlet he picked up at the aquarium entrance. “mahi mahi!” the two of you said in unison. “ha. i beat you, yams.” he chuckled as you stuck your tongue out at him playfully. the two of you stared in silence at the tank in front of you, which was filled with bright and exotic colours. you and your crush continued to point out the different fish, with yamaguchi scrambling to find the corresponding picture in his little booklet. you laughed freely as he recited each fact on the page in a dorkish newsreader voice.

the loudspeakers sounded, announcing that the sea lion showcase would be starting soon. you and yamaguchi excitedly made your way towards the exhibit, with him suddenly grabbing your hand to pull you along. you prayed he couldn’t hear your sporadic heartbeat as you sat squished together with him, waiting for the show to start.

you always harboured feelings for the freckled boy, and you were extremely surprised when he expressed those same feelings towards you during your first year. bowing slightly, the green-haired boy in front of you asked you to go on a date to the aquarium with him, and he swore his heart palpitations almost caused him to faint on the spot. with the way you had smiled at him that day, he hoped he would always be the reason for that beautiful expression. 

although he has yet to ask you formally to be his s/o, he hopes that by the end of this date he would be able to. 

you nudged him excitedly as the first sea lion began waddling its way down the dock, with the audience laughing as it waved its fin quickly. you were so captivated in watching the quirky animals that you hadn’t even realized the sweating boy next to you. yamaguchi couldn’t calm his heart or the swarm of butterflies in his tummy as he slowly slid his hand towards yours. he looked up to your face, and the feeling of butterflies became borderline overwhelming. 

the look on your face was breathtaking to say the least. your smile was one of the biggest yamaguchi has ever seen, and the way your eyes sparkled made him fall in love all over again. he looked back down to his hand, still working up the courage to simply link his pinkie with yours. tsukishima surely would’ve tantalized him for not being able to make a simple move such as that. the thought of embarrassment of not being able to make a move on you was enough to push him into sliding his pinkie over yours.

your breath hitched upon feeling his soft skin brush against yours, and you snapped your head to the side, your face growing warm as you were met with a giant pair of olive green eyes. you gave him a soft smile and began slowly scooting closer towards him, leaning your head on his shoulder. the bump of his head onto yours made you chuckle, and yamaguchi swore it was the most beautiful sound to ever grace his ears.

before both of you knew it, the show was over, thus ending your thrilling first date. the two of you made your way towards the exit, with your hands interlocked. “can we take a picture?” yamaguchi pointed towards a statue of a gigantic whale, tilting his head. you nodded, running up to the nearest person to ask for them to take the photo.

as the flash was going off, yamaguchi whispered in your ear if you would be his s/o. the smile on your face that day was by far the biggest you had ever worn.

yamaguchi finished buttoning up his shirt as he stared at the photo on his homescreen. the smile you adorned as he asked that risky question was enough to make him feel as though he could do anything he put his mind to. which is exactly what he did.

applying for a job at the aquarium wasn’t an easy task for a quiet soul like yamaguchi, but with your encouragement he felt more than confident. after two years of studying a plethora of different fish, plants, and other aquatic life, he felt more than ready to earn his first job as an eighteen year old. he was lucky enough to be the captain of the volleyball team, but nothing could top the feeling of being in a loving relationship for what would now be three years. 

he glanced back down at his device upon hearing a notification sound off. you were waiting for him at the front entrance of the aquarium to receive your first private tour with your boyfriend. he fixed his name tag and his hair, checking to see if anything looked off. he gave himself a thumbs up in the mirror, before bolting out to retrieve you.

“you WHAT?” yamaguchi failed to shush you as you began freaking out upon hearing what he had told you. “you’re telling me that you got me a private pass to meet the sea lions?” you whisper-yelled excitedly. yamaguchi nodded proudly, pulling the lanyard out of his pocket. he handed it to you, chuckling as you studied the private pass with your name on it. “’dashi,” you whined, staring at him with big eyes. “you didn’t have to!” he waved his hands in front of his face, “i wanted to! i know how much you love the sea lions, and i really wanted to do this. you know...as a thanks for being by my side and taking care of me for three years now.” you swore that if you weren’t in public, you would be ugly crying. “i can’t believe its been three years since our first date. and it was in this very building too!” you sighed in reminiscence. 

the two of you continued on your private tour, with yamaguchi perfectly reciting the facts he’s learned over the years about certain sea creatures. he still couldn’t get over the childish gleam in your eyes as you studied the animals. the tour was cut short by the loudspeaker announcing that the show would begin, and you whipped your head towards your boyfriend. “you ready?” you nodded excitedly as he took your hand in his.

you weren’t even focused on the sea lions as you watched your boyfriend, decked out in a wetsuit, feeding the sea lions. you couldn’t help but admire him with his muscles very obviously outlined through the material. his hard work as captain only made you admire him more, and you swore you couldn’t be more in love. 

the crowd reacted loudly as yamaguchi threw a fish in the air, with the sea lion jumping to catch it. you giggled as yamaguchi proudly turned around to lock eyes with yours, holding a thumbs up at you. he began talking to the crowd through a microphone, asking them the scripted questions he was trained to memorize in order to spark more interest in the exhibition. you were too busy staring lovingly at him that you hadn’t even realized he was holding the bucket of fish out towards you. “wanna feed them f/n?” you were more than excited to be able to meet and pet the sea lions, let alone feed them. in that moment you realized how amazing your boyfriend truly was.

yamaguchi laughed as you attempted to keep the fish in your hand, getting ready to toss it towards the intrigued sea lions. tossing the fish up, you clapped in excitement as the creature quickly jumped to grab it in its mouth.

by the time the tour was finished, you were wiped out. yamaguchi had taken you into every single room of the gigantic aquarium, and you were exhausted to say the least. heading back to your house with your boyfriend in hand, you smiled knowing there were many more days like this one to come.

and little did you know, yamaguchi was already planning something big for the future.

[esmealux]

The Devil Doesn’t Do Children

Part: 3 / ?

Setting: About a year after 5a

Word count: 3.9K

Rating: T

Warnings: There’s a flashback to their first night together which is not exactly graphic but not entirely innocent either. Skip if you like.

Summary: ‘Yes, well, colour us both fooled, Detective,” he cuts her off, “because based on some deduction I did today, and a not entirely ludicrous theory Linda had, it might be, in fact, possible. And I… I need to know for sure, so,’—he nudges the small package further in her direction and looks back up at her with pleading eyes—‘would you care for a wee?’

Author’s note: This is all I have for now, but I’ve already got some ideas for a part 4, so stay tuned. I would love to hear your honest feedback on this and/or your wishes for what the next part should contain. (Second time posting this part, because I accidentally reported my own post and then tumblr took it down (*cosmic face palm*) — and it’d even gotten more notes than any of my other pieces and some really heart-warming comments. Alas. They can’t be deleted from my heart.)

It’s not exactly unlike Lucifer to disappear for half a day—still, it makes Chloe anxious, and she doesn’t like wasting her energy on being anxious. When she had checked if he had answered any of her calls or texts for the fifty-sixth time in an hour, Chloe had put her phone in a Tupperware, placed it on the kitchen counter and retreated to the couch with a glass of wine. She knew he would come back; he always did. But until he did, she would need a 16% Zinfandel. God knows she deserved it after a day like today.

Even wrapped in a plaid and with candles lit around her, she’d still felt restless. The wine hadn’t calmed her nerves quickly enough. She hadn’t been in the mood for watching TV or putting on her usual pick-me-up playlist—instead, she’d felt an urge to do something she rarely had time for. With her wine glass in hand, she’d gone to the bookshelf, her free hand instinctively reaching for the photo album with ‘November 2007 - May 2008’ scrawled on the back. She’d dusted it off, sat down on the couch again and carefully opened it, as if the photos she knew it held might fly out like butterflies freed from a cage.

She flips through the pages. Nostalgia flutters in her chest and her head is now comfortably fuzzy from the wine. Most of the pictures in the first half of the album are candid shots of her and Dan, together and alone. From January and onwards, the ones of her are mostly taken from her chest and up. She hadn’t wanted her body to be documented, having felt self-conscious and uncomfortable, and most of all big. Now that the bump has turned into a strong and independent teenager, she wishes she’d wallowed in it a little more, enjoyed it while it lasted. She’s proud of Trixie, of who she has become, and it is nice to do some things with her now they couldn’t do when she was small. But sometimes, just once in a blue moon, a part of Chloe kinda longs for the time when they were inseparable; when she could carry Trixie on her hip; when they would play hide ’n’ seek in their old garden; when she could feel her little monkey snuggle into her side as they both fell asleep. The latter still happens sometimes, but the once little monkey has now outgrown her soft polar bear PJ, and her hair doesn’t smell like baby anymore.

Chloe has just reached the end of February when there’s a rhythmic knock on the door. Sighing at her guest’s unnecessary (albeit heart-warmingly considerate) politeness, she puts the photo album and the glass of wine down on the coffee table, wraps the blanket tighter around herself and yells, ‘You have a key, Lucifer!’

Five seconds later, he’s standing in her living room. He’s changed his clothes, looking impeccable and completely overdressed as usual, but his hair is in a disarray, like he’s been tugging at it, and his face is grey. He looks tired.

‘Where have you been?’ she asks him, her voice softer than she expected it would be. He sits down on the couch beside her, and she grabs one of his hands with both of her own.

He studies their fingers. ‘I just had a tête-à-tête with Linda.’

He’s been gone for seven hours, but she doesn’t ask what he’s been doing apart from seeing his therapist. She trusts him, and she trusts that whatever he’s been up to, it was what he needed to do to deal with… Yes, what exactly is it he’s been dealing with?

‘Wanna talk about it?’ she asks, reaching for her wine glass and raising it to her lips in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Before the delicious, dark red Zin can flow into her waiting mouth, the glass is removed from her hand.

‘What in Dad’s name are you drinking?!’ he berates her, as if she was chugging down Roundup directly from the jug.

She stares at him with wide eyes, trying to figure him out. ‘Uhm, a small glass of wine?’

He gives her a disapproving look. ‘When you’re-’

For some reason, he doesn’t say the rest, so she finishes for him, ‘Working tomorrow? Well, yes. I am. But in my defence, I really needed it. And since when are you one to deny me alcohol anyway? Just yesterday you put whiskey in my coffee—at work!’ She reaches out to get her glass back, but before she can get a hold of it, he leans his head back and downs the rest of her drink in one go.

She closes her eyes for a second and lets out an exasperated breath through her nose. ‘Seriously, what has gotten into you?’ she inquire, her eyes narrowing as he wipes her Zinfandel off his lips with the back of his hand.

He snorts and glances down at where the throw blanket is covering her abdomen.‘You’re one to talk.’ In any other situation, she would think he was making a lewd comment, but there’s something about his tone that throws her off. Annoyance? Frustration? She opens her mouth to ask him but stops when she notices his eyes are fixed on something beside her. Turning her head to see what has caught his attention, she realises it’s the open photo album. He carefully grabs the cover between his fingers and pulls it towards himself on the table, not taking his eyes off it. She’d just turned the page when he’d knocked and hadn’t seen the photos that are now displayed in front of them. Two of them are pictures of a very new-born Trixie, both taken at the hospital. One is a close-up of her perfect, little face and the other is of Dan nervously cradling her in his arms. Chloe feels warmth prickle behind her eyes.

‘Is this you?’ Lucifer asks, pointing to the photo in the top right corner on the left page. She feels heat creeping up in her cheeks as she takes in the photograph that actually caught his eye. She’d remembered it wrong when she’d thought there weren’t any pictures of her body in her third trimester. There was—is. Just one. Dan took it a couple of nights before she (finally) went into labour, insisting they ‘commemorate her strong and beautiful body’, or something like that. (She’d only given in because he’d promised her a back rub afterwards.) The picture is taken from the side, showing her form from mid-thigh to her head. She’s practically naked, only covered by a pair of white panties and her arm as it rests across her enlarged chest. Her hair is curled up into a messy bun on top of her head, her neck bent as she smiles down at her round and enormous belly.

She senses him gulp beside her and looks over at him, expecting some comments—either in the category of ‘How many humans did you have in there?!’ or a delighted exclamation like ‘Your breasts, Detective!’—but he doesn’t say anything. He just sits there and stares at the fourteen-year-old photo of her, silent and unreadable.

‘Okay, that’s it,’ she says, a little too sharply, shutting the album. Once she’s put it back on the shelf, she comes to stand across from him on the other side of the coffee table, arms crossed.  ‘What’s going on with you?’

He looks so shocked she feels a little bad, but then a mix of unsettling emotions set in his face and she knows she was right to confront him so directly.

With a deep sigh of surrender, he reaches inside his jacket, pulls out something from his pocket and places it on the table. It’s a flat and rectangular box, light blue and bright pink—medical and feminine.

‘Lucifer, I’m not in the mood for jokes right now,’ she tells him tiredly when she realises what the box contains. His brown eyes are sombre as they stare into her own.

‘As much as I wish it was, it’s not a joke.’

She eyes the small package before looking at him again. ‘So you actually think that I’m…?’ She trails off, suddenly finding it hard to pronounce the word. He nods.

Well, that explains a lot.

‘But that’s not possible,’ she states. ‘I mean, not just because you can’t, you know, but also-‘

‘Yes, well, colour us both fooled, Detective,” he cuts her off, “because based on some deduction I did today, and a not entirely ludicrous theory Linda had, it might be, in fact, possible. And I… I need to know for sure, so,’—he nudges the small package further in her direction and looks back up at her with pleading eyes—‘would you care for a wee?’

As she takes in his exhausted and anxious expression, she knows he won’t rest until they settle this once and for all. With a shrug and a ‘If it makes you feel better’ she grabs the unwrapped pregnancy test between them and climbs the stairs to go to the bathroom.

 *

 He’s pacing her living room to the point he might wear a hole in her floor, and his Italian wingtips, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

Never in Lucifer’s incalculable lifetime has he waited this long for anything. He may have waited millennia upon millennia for her—his love, his saviour, his sun—but not consciously. And that makes all the difference.

Because waiting when you know you’re waiting, is torture. So he’s come to realise during the past thirty-six seconds. (Well, one hundred and sixty-eight, if you count the time it took her to get upstairs and urinate on the stick—but only thirty-six– thirty-seven seconds have passed since he’d finally heard her flush.) And now a little more than two minutes remain before he definitively finds out whether he really has made Chloe pregnant.

He needs a drink, or a bottle. Or five.

Momentarily breaking off his aimless parading, he goes to her kitchen in search for that zinfully strong wine he’d taken away from her before. Before he can find it, he changes his mind, remembering that he’s upgraded her tea selection to a hand-plucked assortment of fine liquor. He grabs the strongest spirit in sight and gulps down a good half of it before once again finding himself pacing the floor just in front of the stairs, bottle to his lips.

Fifty-eight seconds passed.

He tries to distract himself with happy thoughts, but his happy thoughts involve sex with Chloe, and that’s what got him into this imbroglio in the first place. Oh, how tainted some of his best memories have become now. He reminisces on that... incredible first night in his penthouse a little less than a year ago, when they had—finally—given into their incandescent desire and thrown themselves at each other. He remembers, clearer than anything, how she’d lied there, naked and glowing against his dark sheets. How he’d been completely overwhelmed with awe. How he’d kissed her swollen lips and dug his fingers into the soft skin at her waist as he���d slid into her, bare; how he’d savoured the feeling of her and nothing but her—no cheaply produced rubber between them. Just lust, and love, and warmth. Because, for the first time ever, there was only one, the one, and it was her, and they could feel every inch of each other without worry.

It’s his single sweetest memory, the best night of his infinite life, and now all he can think is how moronically naïve he’d been. How utterly stupid he was to believe that the rules that applied to everyone else also applied to her—her. The one person who was immune to his charms, the one person who made him vulnerable, made him human. The person who was created with him in mind.

But alea iacta est, the Rubicon is crossed, and he’s bought a lifetime supply of condoms (he’d donated his stock to a frat house a week before the aforementioned night)—just in case she doesn’t want to stuff herself with hormones again. That is, if the damage isn’t already done.

One minute and forty-two seconds till they have an answer.

He empties the bottle nestled in his arms and goes to find another one. Even in the Detective’s proximity, the alcohol won’t have the effect he’d wish it would, but the delectable taste and the comfortable burn in his throat might get his mind off things, if only for a couple of seconds.

It doesn’t. Two empty bottles later, and he’s still walking up and down her living room floor, watching the milliseconds pass on his pocket watch.

He tries focusing on objects in his surroundings—fixating a vase, or the offspring’s artworks, or the empty wine glass on the coffee table. But his eyes keep flicking back to a certain leather-bound photo album on the bookshelf, perpetually reminding him of the picture that had aroused a polyphony of unwanted emotions in him. First came astonishment (he’d never seen a picture of her pregnant body, and Dad help him, was it in an eyeful). Then came fear, adoration, panic, lust, despair, pride, jealousy—not in any particular order, one following after the other. No, they’d washed over him all at once, like razor-sharp darts hitting him from every direction, poisoning him, each inflicting him with their own flavour of pain. He knows he’ll never forget the picture, that it’ll pop up in his mind when he least expects it, and that it’ll take his breath away every time. But he doesn’t know what to think or feel about that, so he tries not to.

One minute and three seconds to go.

He reaches into his pocket, wanting to occupy his mind with some endless scrolling through photos of beach parties and prime suits and other uncomplicated things, but remembers his phone died somewhere between flying to France for comfort foods and seeing Linda. So instead, he pictures his Detective in her bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub, or perhaps pacing the room like himself, waiting with him. She hadn’t seemed too concerned when he’d voiced his suspicion—surprised, yes, but not concerned. Maybe she hadn’t completely believed him when he’d assured her it wasn’t in jest? Maybe she’d already been too tipsy to actually comprehend what he’d told her? It seemed implausible that she wouldn’t be the least bit anxious about the thought of a baby-Satan living in her womb. When she’d learned she was pregnant with Beatrice, she had, to quote her, been ‘absolutely terrified’. But when Lucifer, the Devil himself, had told her his progeny might be growing inside her, she’d just shrugged! Of course, genetically, she did have more to worry about with Daniel (with his unfortunate looks and all)—but still. Why hadn’t she been more scared? Why hadn’t she freaked outand stopped functioning altogether, like he had?

 Had she been…

 happy?

 Does she want to have his baby? Is she sitting in her bathroom right now, hoping he’s right?

They’ve never talked about having children. He had, between grunts and moans and hungry kisses, assured her he was sterile, and she’d seemed more than happy to ride him bareback without getting back on the pill. But she has never told him—and he’d never seen the point in asking—whether she’d want a child together if they could.

Consequently, he has absolutely no idea what she’s feeling now that she might actually be carrying his spawn. He doesn’t even know if she’d want to keep it. He has an inkling she would.

 He hopes she would.

 Not because he longs to play house—he’s not insane—but because it’s always nice when people keep the gifts you give them.

Not that he sees having a dependant for eighteen years as a gift. But maybe the Detective does. After all, she does look at the urchin like she’s nothing short of a miracle—and not a messy adolescent who always throws her purple Chucks where people are bound to trip over them.

Just last week, he had (or the teenager had) ruined one of his favourite Prada shirts as he’d caught his foot on her misplaced footwear and spilt Pinot Noir all over himself.

And yet, he would do anything for the little slob. At the beginning, it’d been about keeping Chloe safe and happy, and with that came the side gig of protecting her child. But he can’t deny it’s more than that now. He doesn’t just tolerate Beatrice anymore; he likes her. Chloe would protest and say he more than likes her, but he’s not quite ready for that other L-word yet (Dad knows he doesn’t speak it easily). He must confess, however, that it’d done something to his heart when Trix, a month ago, had posted a picture on her Instagram of herself, Lucifer and Chloe on the beach, laughing about something he doesn’t remember now, and simply, without a second thought, had captioned it ‘family 💜💗🧡’.

He’d tapped the like-button but hadn’t commented something clever and witty like he usually does on her posts. Instead, he had taken a screenshot and made it his lock screen.

Even as an empty battery has left his phone screen black for the moment, he easily recalls the photo. They do resemble some sort of a family, the three of them. Trix might not have his genes, but she’d been wearing his spare pair of Ray-Bans, and the necklace he’d given her for her thirteenth birthday had, as per usual, been resting around her neck. And that is more than enough for him.

In fact, he couldn’t ask for more.

Which is why it is exceedingly exasperating and so damn confusing that this relatively new family of his may now be growing. What exactly is he supposed to think of that? He’s already struggling to not let Chloe and Beatrice down, to be as good as they so confidently believe he is—why does he have to deal with a third one? Someone who is his own flesh and blood, at that. Not that it matters; he’s learned a long time ago that blood is not always—aka. never—thicker than water. Nonetheless, he won’t let history repeat itself; he won’t– refuses to fail his child.

 But what if he does?

 What if he fails his own child?

 What if he fails the only family he’s ever had?

‘Negative,’ the Detective’s voice suddenly sounds as she descends the stairs, startling him out of his thoughts. He gives her an apologetical look when their eyes meet. ‘I know, I’m sorry. I am trying my best. It’s just, as tiny as it is in size, it’s a lot to wrap my head around.’

‘No, the test,’ she clarifies. ‘It’s negative.’ She walks over to meet him in three steps and hands him the white stick. ‘Not pregnant’ it says on the digital display.

‘But,’ he finds himself objecting, taking his eyes off the test to look at her face, ‘your morning sickness.’

She furrows her brow. ‘It was food poisoning, like you said. Trixie got it too—at school of all places. Dan had to pick her up and take her home.’

Having witnessed her mother’s reaction to their shared dinner first-hand, Lucifer is struck by empathy for the urchin. He makes a mental note to send her a funny video—later, when he’s sorted out the more urgent matters at hand.

‘But you’re late. Your menstruation was due nine days ago,’ he informs Chloe, presenting his other piece of evidence. She doesn’t bat an eye. ‘Well, yeah, it was late, but I was probably just getting back in sync with Ella or something, ‘cause I got it yesterday.’

Annoyance simmers in his chest. ‘Well, then why didn’t you bloody say so?!’

All the trouble—all the emotional torture he could have saved himself if she’d just thought to keep him updated on her menstrual cycle.

‘I tried!’ she defends. ‘But then you cut me off, and I figured you wouldn’t believe me before you saw a negative test anyway, so…’

‘And you didn’t think to tell me yesterday?’

‘Well, I first got it when I came home from work, and you got here late.’

He’d slipped out of Lux relatively early, considering he was the owner and the host of the night’s event, but it’d still been past 3.00 before he’d arrived at her flat and had found her and Beatrice snuggling on the couch, both sound asleep. Even as he’d gathered his snoring girlfriend in his arms and carried her up to her bedroom, she hadn’t stirred (if anything, she’d snored louder) and he had, in lieu of surprising her with some late-night cunnilingus, simply slid off her sweats, left on her knickers and t-shirt, and let her sleep.

‘Still, we live in the twenty-first century, Detective; the Short Message Service has been invented,’ he reminds her.

She glares at him, as if he is the one who’s being unreasonable. ‘You want me to text you when I get my period?’ He solemnly raises an eyebrow, demanding she take him seriously. ‘Okay, fine. If it means that much to you, I promise I’ll… notify you next time.’

That only irks him even more.

‘Well, it won’t matter next time, will it?! Because, evidently, I am as sterile as a castrate!’ There’s a loud clack as he puts down the negative pregnancy test on the shelf behind her, more forcefully than he intended. She stares at him with an expression he can’t quite read.

‘Are you not happy about this?’ she asks him.

A strident snort fills the room. ‘“Not happy”? Did you hurt your head, Detective?! Of course, I’m happy! I’m thrilled as a matter of fact. I mean, can you imagine me, the Devil—Lucifer Morningstar—with a baby? Dad no!’

She steps closer to him, reaches for his hand and intertwines their fingers. Her eyes are big and clear—shining with so much sympathy it makes him uncomfortable.

‘It’s okay to be disappointed, too, you know?’ she tells him softly, staring into his eyes, reaching for his soul. He looks up at a point above her head.

‘Well, I’m not,’ he assures her, articulating each word.

He senses her nodding, but she doesn’t seem entirely convinced. Annoyed at her scepticism, he looks back down at her and opens his mouth to stress just how delighted he is with the news. But before he can say anything, she squeezes his hand and leaves him with a tender smile as she goes to discard the test. Once done with the task, she heads for the stairs, but instead of going up to her bedroom immediately she pauses at the second step, hesitating. As she turns to face him, the hint of a smile remains on her lips, even as her expression remains concerningly grave. ‘I can, by the way,’ she says.

He knits his brows, not following.

‘I can imagine you—Lucifer Morningstar—with a baby. But if you’re not ready for that conversation, that’s okay.’

And then he is left at the bottom of the stairs, breathless and paralysed. Inside him, something shifts ever so slightly—yet just enough that he will never be the same again.

[creambunnie]

Spring Together 🌸

ONEWE - Kanghyun ( Kang Hyungu ) , fluff

enjoy ~~

you looked up the tree admiringly as the wind blew lightly on the pink cherry blossoms.

you giggled when a petal dropped on your forehead. you picked it up carefully and adored the beautiful flower.

the beautiful pink flower reminded you of your cute boyfriend, Kang Hyungu🌸 .

you kept the small petal in the book on your lap before scanning the area , looking for your boyfriend's bright blonde hair but he was nowhere to be seen.

you pouted as you opened your book, turning to the last page you stopped at .

instead of wasting time on the park bench, you indulged yourself into your fantasy world.

~

Hyungu mumbled under his breath in panic as he looked at the time . 5.30pm .

he knew he had a book date with you at 5pm but he didn't notice the time as he was working on his new song.

Hyungu quickly packed his own book and things before rushing out.

Hyungu wanted to text you but his actions were interrupted when his neighbour called his name.

"Hyungu hyung ! can you help me with the guitar part for my song? i have to submit my demo to my music teacher tomorrow for my project. please please this is so important to me.". Giwook, Hyungu's kid neighbour, begged.

Hyungu hesitated for a bit. he didn't want you to wait longer but he also didn't want Giwook to flop his music class.

Hyungu bit his lips and decided to help Giwook first. he didn't think it was going to take that long anyways.

~

you yawned a little as you closed your almost finished book.

you rubbed your arms to gain some warmth. it was getting a bit darker and the weather was chillier than earlier.

6.30pm.

"hmm Hyungu is quite late today..." you mumbled as you yawned again. your eyes were getting heavier. the windy weather was so calming, you started dozing off.

your head nodded a few times before leaning all the way to the left.

you almost fell down sideways on the bench when a hand gently caught your head.

the sudden contact woke you up. you rubbed your eyes before looking up only to be greeted by none other than your boyfriend.

Hyungu gave you an apologetic smile as he sat beside you. he grabbed your hand into his and squeezed it gently.

"i'm so sorry. i know i'm very late. i'm sorry,, ahh you even fell asleep waiting for me!". Hyungu started babbling as he overthinks things.

you put your index finger on your lips, asking him to just be quiet before putting your head on his shoulder.

"i'm still sleepy...". you whispered as you dozed back to dreamland.

Hyungu blinked at your actions, confused for a while before chuckling lightly. he took your hand and left a peck on it before rubbing it with his thumb softly.

as you rested your eyes, Hyungu took out his book and read some pages as he listened to your calm breathing.

~

after about half an hour, you finally woke up from your nap. you stretched cutely and let out a sigh of satisfaction as you felt refreshed.

Hyungu chuckled at your actions before squishing your cheeks together and leaning in to give your lips a peck.

you cringed at his cheesy move and stood up from the bench quickly.

"let's go eat something!". you suggested.

Hyungu smiled and nodded as he kept his book.

"after naptime, of course it's snack time, right?". Hyungu teased.

you only rolled your eyes playfully and pulled Hyungu up.

"let's go eat~~~ i wanna try some cherry blossom-themed macarons!!!". you chirped as you interwined your fingers with his long ones.

Hyungu only hummed and swayed your hands together gently.

~

the two of you finally arrived at the cafe that was selling the macarons you wanted to try out.

after ordering , the both of you settled on a table by the window.

"babe.. i still haven't told you the reason i was late...". Hyungu started.

you nodded, encouraging Hyungu to continue.

"i know we had the date today but i really didn't realise the time, and when i was rushing out, giwook asked for a bit of help. i can't say no to him too.. i'm so sorry for making you wait long...". Hyungu explained and held his head down.

you chuckled as you ruffled his sad-looking head.

"it's okay Hyungu,, but next time just inform me okay! i was worried >.< ".

Hyungu gave a small smile and nodded cutely.

your order finally came.

you ordered some cherry blossom themed macarons together with a blueberry cheesecake one and more flavours.

Hyungu ordered some too, including a classic blueberry one and a classic lavender one because, you guessed it, they're purple.

you found it cute that Hyungu even chooses food according to his favourite colour. too cute.

your cafe date was filled with soft giggles as you and Hyungu shared your thoughts about the books each of you were reading.

it may sound boring to others but it was your favourite.

you loved listening to Hyungu's soothing voice sharing about his book, especially if the book was really interesting and amazed him .

Hyungu would have sparkles in his eyes and a big smile plastered on his handsome face.

you enjoyed his loving gaze too when you were sharing about your book.

Hyungu would always unconciously pout slightly and nod as he listened to you attentively. his hands would find yours and rub them softly.

the cafe date was refreshing.

~

you and Hyungu decided to walk around the town for a bit to spend more time together and enjoy each other's presence.

your height difference with Hyungu was not that great.

your height was just nice for you to lean on his broad shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his arm and strolled along the almost empty streets together.

"beautiful isn't it ? the sky? ". Hyungu asked softly.

you hummed in response as you looked up the starry sky.

"i'm so happy i could witness such a beautiful night with you, Hyungu.". you confessed.

Hyungu chuckled at your cute words and gently pulled his arm out of your grip only to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

Hyungu pulled you closer and pecked the top of your head.

"i hope we could witness more of such beautiful spring nights together in the future, love,".

.

.

a/n : heres a fluff for our flowerboy, Kanghyun🌸 hope you guys enjoyed this ~~

[glitterslag]

Paris, Mon Amour - A Booty Call spinoff/Part 3

Back by popular demand. And because Paris Ben needed his own blurb. 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: language, some smut, lil bit of angst and a rogue dick-pic

Summary: You’re trying not to miss Ben, but it’s hard when there are pictures of him everywhere you look. Even your house-mate can’t shut up about him. 

A/N: This was originally a spin-off blurb set in the Booty Call AU, but can either be read as a standalone or as a Part 3 of the main fic. LOTS of people have requested this over the weeks (super sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish) so I’d love it if just as many people RB and comment! Enjoy x

P.S. my tag lists are a holy show at the moment so if you were/weren’t tagged and you did/didn’t want to be - SORRY!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Have you seen those pictures of Ben at the Oscars?”

You were kneeling on the kitchen tiles, up to your elbows in the bottom freezer drawer, hunting for a tub of ice cream. Jen’s voice floated down the hallway from where she stood at her bedroom mirror, taking off the last of her makeup.

Jen was one of those people who always kept her bedroom door open.

“The ones with Joe and Gwil?” You called back, smiling faintly.

You had post notifications on for all of your friends, Joe and Gwilym included. You had, of course, seen their instagram stories from the Oscars.

“No, no. The ones with the girl.” Jen said as she wandered through into the kitchen, towel on her head and her body wrapped in her fluffy purple dressing gown.

“Lucy?” You wondered, spoon in your mouth as you used both hands to rummage for the tub of mint choc chip.

“No, the beautiful blonde, the skinny one.”

“Lucy’s the blonde.”

You were starting to get a bit irritable now, fingers stinging with the cold of the freezer. Where was the bloody ice cream?

“No, not Lucy, another one - gorgeous. A model maybe?”

“I think you mean his stylist.” You said bluntly.  “Iliara?”

“Noo no, not his stylist, the stunning blonde-“

“I GET IT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL!” You yelled, slamming the freezer door shut with a heavy thud.

Jen faked hurt.

“Well there’s no need to get so snappy with me. I was just saying.”

You honestly hated her, sometimes.

In truth, you did wonder about what Ben was getting up to every night at these glamorous parties, even though you knew you had absolutely no right to. You couldn’t help it. He wasn’t your boyfriend – far from it - you had only slept together a handful of times by now. And Jen knew that. You tried hard to just to be happy for Ben, and not think too much about him rubbing shoulders with all these beautiful women. But it wasn’t easy when she seemed to have this perfect knack for rubbing things in.

All the boys had said that they wished you could come tonight, but unfortunately not. Apart from Rami, they were only seated in the viewing gallery themselves, and none of them got to bring a plus one. Only having been an apprentice, there was no chance someone with your position would get invited to the ceremony.

You got texts and snapchats from the boys though, all night, making less and less sense as they steadily get drunker and you found yourself staying up way past bedtime to open their messages, despite having a lecture at 9am.

“Wish you were here to help me tie my tie. Keeps coming undone :/”  read a particularly sweet one you received from Ben at about one in the morning, and it somehow calmed all of the fears you’d had before.

~~~

“Have you seen those pictures of Ben in Paris?” Came Jen’s disembodied voice almost the second you walked through the door, and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“What are you, stalking him?” You said bitterly, ripping off your bike helmet and flinging it down onto the sofa.

Jen eyed you from the kitchen counter knowingly.

“Long day, was it?”

You shed your coat, scarf, gloves, hat, shoes, each one coming to join your helmet with more velocity than the last.

“Mm.” You muttered under your breath, stalking over with your arms folded to flick the kettle on. “Remind me again why I started back at this fucking uni..?”

~~~

You had seen the pictures.

Ben had flown to Paris for fashion week that morning, and by the time you sat down to have lunch at uni he was all over your Instagram feed looking like he’d barely slept. There were pictures of him with models. Sat on the front row of some Yves Saint Laurent show sandwiched in between them. The butterflies in your belly had started up again.

You hated yourself for being like this. Insecure was so not attractive. And you were never like that with boys. It’s just that other boys usually weren’t Ben fucking Hardy.

He didn’t look very happy. He hadn’t shaved, and there were dark circles under his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel a twang of concern. You wrestled with yourself for an hour or so before shooting him a little text, enquiring after his wellbeing.

He didn’t get back to you until midnight.

“Just got back to my hotel room. Exhausted.”

“No offence, but you look it.”

Ben had gone straight from the Oscars afterparty to the airport for a twelve hour flight to Paris. You were doing a presentation on colour theory for your Contemporary Cinema seminar when his text had come pinging through into the top corner of your MacBook, hooked up to the projector for your whole class of 30 to see.

Ben Hardy: Still pissed on the plane. Help me

They’d all giggled as you scrambled to switch off iMessage, struggling to regain composure and continue with your presentation, worth 50% of your grade for the whole module. It was a good job Ben had such a common name, as you had to laugh and brush it off when some kid in the back joked that you were “chirpsing the real Peter Beale”.

You recounted the tale to Ben now, hoping to give him a laugh, and indeed, the screen lit up your dark bedroom with a little line of laughter emojis only a minute later. You grinned, warmed. You might have been separated from him by the English channel, but compared to Los Angeles? You could kid yourself he was only next door.

You wanted badly to tell him you missed him, but you’d only just started admitting it to yourself.

“Sorry we keep missing each other.” He wrote, referring to the conflicting schedules you’d had over past few weeks, as well as the time zone issue. “It’s just been a mad one.”

That’s ok! I get it :)

You reply. And then:

You should sleep.

You worked out it would be past 1am there. He had to have been absolutely worn out.

Can’t.

Why’s that?

Kinda got a problem..

You waited for him to elaborate, sitting up and switching on your bedroom light.

You’re not in public are you?

Why??

You were curious now, closing all your other apps to focus solely on the conversation. Surely he knew that at midnight on a Monday you’d be home.

Just answer You at home?

I’m in bed

Even better ;)

You felt a flutter in the pit of your stomach. What was he up to?

Ben, what is it?

I wanna send you something

And then it dawned on you. He couldn’t sleep. Had a problem. Needed you to be alone.

Oh.

Only if that’s ok?? He replied, seconds later.

Yes

You put the phone down on your pillow, chewing on your nails as you waited for him to send it. There was no reason to be nervous. You’d seen his cock in person. Touched it. It just felt like a big deal somehow, having it on your phone. Risky.

He was lying in bed too. White hotel sheets, single bed against one wall, a mirror image of your cramped little student room. 

The picture was nice.

I mean, of course it was – it was his, but even for him. He was naked, from the looks of it, lying on his back grasping himself in his fist, bright pink and hard against his belly. He looked gorgeous. You could barely close the picture long enough to tell him so.

You didn’t full-on sext. He was far too tired - and you far too shy - for that. But you did send him a picture of yourself, face cut off from the lips upward, of course. It was nothing too crazy. Just you lying in bed in your low-cut pyjama vest and French knickers (“Fitting ;)”).

After a few more messages back and forth your cheeks were stinging with heat, nipples hard through your pyjama top and a pool forming between your thighs.

He sent you a picture of his come, pearlescent white against his velveteen stomach in the camera flash. You felt your heart beating in your mouth and your fingers and your clitoris as you looked at it, wondering how that, something you’d never, ever imagined yourself wanting to receive from anyone, could be so beautiful to you.

You found yourself longing for his taste. To lick every last drop from the silky skin of his tummy.

Christ. You thought. What had gotten into you?

“What a waste” you typed.

~~~

The next morning you strolled into the kitchen with a spring in your step , and were pouring cereal into a bowl when Jen piped up from the kitchen table.

“Did you see those pictures of Ben?” She asked predictably, and you bit back a smirk. “The ones with the models? He’s at the Yves Saint Laurent show.”

As if you wouldn’t have known where he was.

She was on the gossip page of one of those glossy magazines, OK! or Grazia - that sort of thing. As she brushed toast crumbs away to pour over the celebrity news you caught a glimpsed of a harassed-looking Ben, walking down the street with his hood up.

“He’s at fashion week.” She added.

“Oh, I spoke to him last night, actually.” You said, attempting to sound offhand.

“Really?” Jen replied airily. “What’d you talk about?”

“He was just saying how tired he was. Couldn’t wait to get back to London.”

“He was probably saying it to make you feel better.”

She didn’t look up from the magazine as she bit into her toast. Still, you could tell she was put out.

~~~

Ben arrived back that night and invited himself over. Couldn’t be bothered to deal with the mess at his, he said. He could unpack tomorrow. Besides, Frankie was with his ex for the whole week anyway, so there was nothing for him to be back for. He said he’d dump his suitcase at home and then come straight round, but you didn’t realise how literally he’d meant that.

He looked bone-weary. Hair a mess, he wasn’t shaved or showered, still in his clothes from the flight and you thought privately that you might prefer this version of him the best. His nose and fingers and toes were cold from the outside, and you squealed in his grasp, trying to squirm away but he wouldn’t let you, nuzzling his icy nose into you on purpose, seeking your warmth. You got straight into bed even though it had only just gone 8 by the time he rocked up, and his lips were pressed against yours right away.

For once, there was absolutely no lust there. He didn’t try to roll on top of you, hands staying on your middle, rubbing up and down your sides gently instead of trying to wander downwards. Just kissing for the sake of kissing. It made your heart speed up to think it. You still couldn’t quite believe he was here.  He’d never been round to your flat before.

You made out for what could’ve been ten minutes or an hour, before coming to a slow, mutual stop.

“ ‘M’too tired to do anything,” He said, voice thick with sleep as he pushed his face into your neck to smell you. “Jus’ wanna nap for a million years.”

“M’Kay.” You said, muffled against his soft green jumper. He smelled of the outside.

~~~

You woke up not knowing what century it was,  and you assumed he’d feel the same. 

It was about 7am, and you were positively toasty. The heating had kicked in overnight and you’d fallen asleep in leggings and fluffy bed socks. At some point, Ben had taken his top off and you’d eagerly taken it and put it on, keen for his body warmth that still clung to it. 

You peeled yourself off him, feeling sweat sticking down your back from where his bare chest had been pressed against it all night. He was like a space heater at the best of times. You slipped your socks off your sweaty feet and kicked them far down the bed, losing them in the sea of duvet.

You wriggled around in his arms so you could bury into his chest and he wrapped them back around you again, even in sleep. You lay there for a while in the pitch black, playing at being a little mouse snuggled up in the burrow, lying side by side with its den mate in the dark earth. Only the smell and feel and taste of each other to rely on.

You almost didn’t want to wake him up. To prolong the pretence that he was your live-in boyfriend for just a little longer. That he didn’t have to leave in an hour or two and that then you wouldn’t see him again for god knows how long.

You realised you only disliked dark mornings when you were sleeping alone.

  ~~~

“Have you seen those pictures of Ben at the airport?” Jen asked as the two of you trailed into the kitchen.

Ben stepped out from behind you awkwardly, and her ears turned pink with embarrassment. She slapped her hand over her mouth. You realised this was her first time meeting him in person.

“Coffee?” She managed to squeak after collecting herself again, and everyone laughed.

“It’s a good job you’re back.” She said to Ben not long later, handing him the mug of black coffee which he grabbed gratefully. “She’s been in a mood all week!”

“I have not Jen!” You protested, mortified.

Ben just grinned and slung an arm around you, biting into his toast.

“I’ll keep her in check.”

He winked at you and you nearly died off.

You watched him across the kitchen table over breakfast, thumming at your shirt collar. You brushed your fingers over your sore collar-bone absentmindedly, poking at the skin there testingly, bruised from where he’d sucked and bitten it. There was a sort of soft shyness to the way Ben was looking at you; private, stolen glances over steaming coffee cups, Jen yammering on in the background, oblivious to the fullness of the atmosphere.

You’d never liked it in the morning as much as you did with Ben. Only an hour ago, you’d been giving him a sloppy blowjob under the covers, enjoying the perfect stillness of 7am while he ran his hands through your hair and sighed. Eventually, once he was a bit more awake, he’d hauled you up and then rolled on top, pinning your hands to the bed as he settled his warm, welcome weight on top of you.

You’d not been quite ready for him yet, legs slung over his hips and hooked under his bum as he wiggled into you, and the stretch felt so incredible it had been an effort to keep quiet, conscious of Jen asleep in the next room. His thrusts were slow, fingers laced through yours, holding you down as you kissed sloppily.

Then he’d let go of one of your hands to bring a thumb down in between your legs, fingers gripping at your hip gently as he brushed over your clit, feather-light. He slowly built you to a shivering, long drawn out orgasm, clenching on him violently as he trembled with the effort of staying quiet.

Eyes squeezed shut, pink lips parted, he approached his high, and you took him by the back of the head gently to place a long, soft kiss to his cheek to soothe him. He pushed into it, panting, little noises of appreciation escaping the back of his throat while he came.

~~~

“I’ll have to leave”.

You snapped him out of his reverie and he blinked at you, blushing. You didn’t have to be an expert to tell what he’d been thinking about. 

“Lecture?” Ben wondered, and you shook your head.

“Nah, work.”

You told Ben he was free to stay and have breakfast after you left for your part time job at a cafe. However, it appeared that the idea of him and Jen being left alone together terrified him as much as it did you and he opted to walk out with you after you finished your coffee. You walked your bike with him to where he’d parked his car.

“I could give you a lift?”

“Nah,” you said casually, fastening your helmet under your chin. “traffic’ll be bad”

He nodded his head. Neither of you moved to leave, and he looked like he was about to say something until both your heads jerked around at the sound of a group of school kids shouting from across the road.

“Oi, weren’t you in Eastenders?!”

One of them came running across the road to where the two of you were stood, face to face in front of his car boot. The rest of them followed nervously. The two of you sighed and smiled.

“I’ll be late.” You said, mounting your bike. He shot you a pleading, apologetic look but you just grinned at him from over your shoulder.  “I’ll have to go.”

You waved him off as the gaggle descended on him, cycling away before they could get too good of a look at you. You glanced back every now and then at his retreating form, trying his best to be polite as they each asked him for an autograph and a picture.

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[artificialqueens]

as the stars align 5/? (branjie) - rujubees

A/N: hollywood enemies to lovers au; 3.5k - also on ao3

Vanessa hadn’t talked to Matt in weeks — not since the night they’d fought over Brooke. She’d been staying at Silky’s place, Riley too, making trips back to her apartment every now and then to pick up extra stuff, planning her visits carefully to make sure that they coincided with Matt’s working hours.

She had no idea where they stood anymore.

They hadn’t officially broken up, but Vanessa didn’t how they could come back from that argument. More importantly, she didn’t want to come back from it.

She was almost grateful that Matt had said the things he’d said, as shitty as they had been. The couple had been growing distant for months, maybe even years. It was becoming harder for Vanessa pretend she was okay with things staying the same the more her feelings for Brooke blossomed. But Matt showing his true colours had been the final straw; her heart had been unhappy for a while, at least now her head also saw reason to leave.

Vanessa still felt bad about it, and was dreading the apology tour that she would have to embark on as a result of her decision.

She didn’t know how Matt would take it. She had thought she knew who he was, but the Matt she had known would never sink to derogatory slurs in moments of anger.

Matt’s parents were sweethearts, and she felt she owed them an explanation too.

Vanessa’s own parents, and entire extended family, would be disappointed. They loved Matt, loved that their daughter had found herself in a serious, long-term relationship at such a young age — prior to Vanessa’s career taking off a year ago, they had even started talking to her about marriage. Of course, they were proud of Vanessa’s success since then, but Vanessa couldn’t shake the idea that they were more excited about their daughter settling down.

There was also the issue of making their breakup public knowledge. Vanessa’s relationship status had always been Matt, and it had never been a secret — she hadn’t yet discussed with anyone how she was supposed to go about revealing their separation. Should she try editing him out of her wikipedia page? Compose a relatable, humorous tweet that made it clear she was single without addressing Matt directly? Should she call in as an anonymous tip to TMZ?

There was other stuff to sort out too, like moving out. It was Vanessa’s apartment, a new place she’d bought after her first major pay check, so Matt would have to move back in with his parents, at first at least.

Vanessa just wanted it all over with already; she felt like she was stuck in some kind of relationship limbo. She wanted Matt gone from her life for good. And she wanted Brooke.

Not that that was going to happen.

Ever since Brooke had phoned her to apologise, they had both been making an effort to get along at work, and it had gone surprisingly well. They’d finally managed to snap out of the cycle of going back to feuding and Brooke seemed truly remorseful about how she’d acted. She was always polite, often kind, and the times when she would crack a joke or laugh at something Vanessa said were the best part of her day. Brooke was witty and funny and the big, bright smile that Vanessa was now getting to see didn’t do anything to help the fluttering in her chest.

If she was being honest, she thought that Brooke had been on her best behaviour a little too much — not that she was being insincere, but that she was trying too hard to be a perfect version of herself that would be impossible for Vanessa to fault. Vanessa wished she would open up to her more.

But then again, why would she? They weren’t friends, they hadn’t even texted. Vanessa wanted to, but she didn’t feel it was her place — she’d pretty much forced Brooke to have her number, but she didn’t want to assume that Brooke was okay with Vanessa having hers.

So, they weren’t really friends, and Vanessa had zero information to suggest that Brooke would want to be more than that, or that she was even into women. It had felt like she was a little too into their first kiss, but maybe it had just been a way for Brooke to let off a little steam in such a busy, stressful period. Maybe she’d hated it, and that was why was so moody afterwards. Even on the off chance that Brooke was attracted to her, that didn’t mean that she would want a relationship, have any romantic interest.

They had filmed other kisses and make-out scenes since then, as they worked towards the movie’s final act, and as much as Vanessa tried to disconnect herself from them, it still felt like bliss each time Brooke’s lips touched hers. They took it slow in all of their kisses, always fearing another fuck up like the first and preferring when Michelle instead would encourage them to put more passion into it.

It was an unspoken rule that they never rehearsed those scenes, and never discussed them after.

—

A couple of days later, Vanessa still hadn’t dealt with Matt. She loved Silky and was eternally grateful for the favour she was doing her, but she missed home. They had also been filming for a few months now without a break, and Vanessa was exhausted, the current day also proving to be a long and tiring one having been on set for over twelve hours.

And the scene they were filming that night was hitting a nerve. It featured an argument between Vanessa and Brooke’s characters before Brooke’s embarks on a second mission — her most dangerous yet — and all it was doing was serving as a reminder of what a clusterfuck her relationship was right now. And having Brooke yell at her, even though she didn’t mean it, wasn’t helping.

“You’re a coward!” Vanessa shouted. “You can’t just put your space suit on and get in the rocket and fly away from all your problems! That’s not how it works!”

“Oh yeah? Try me. You’re just jealous because you wish you were given this opportunity,” Brooke yelled back.

“That’s not what I want and it’s not what you want either. This is a fucking suicide mission, Jade, and you’re only doing it because I know you love me too and you’re scared.” Vanessa’s character was supposed to be at her boiling point, angry yet confident in her knowledge that her love was reciprocated, and beyond the point of sadness. But Vanessa couldn’t stop her voice from breaking, or a lump from forming in her throat.

“I’m doing this. If you’re not gonna be supportive then why the fuck are you still here? You know what, just get the hell out Emilia. I’m done,” Brooke said coldly.

“So am I,” Vanessa retaliated, but she just couldn’t invoke the harshness that the line needed, and her eyes began to water. She quickly wiped her tears, hoping that no-one had caught it, but a quick glance at Brooke’s worried face confirmed that she hadn’t been so lucky.

“Cut!” Michelle hawked. “Brooke, that was spot on. Vanessa, I want just a little more venom from you, got it? Emilia’s being driven by anger in this moment; she’s furious that Jade would risk her life, and that she can throw herself into deadly situations, but won’t face up to her feelings for Emilia.”

“Okay,” Vanessa replied meekly.

“Let’s take five, alright?” Michelle stated before leaving the set.

Vanessa turned in search of Aquaria, desiring a makeup retouch, but Brooke quickly caught her arm.

“Vanessa? What’s wrong?” Brooke asked softly, looking pained at the sight before her. Her concern at seeing Vanessa sad was enough to set Vanessa off even more, and she shook her head, her lip starting to quiver.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Brooke caressed her arm before disappearing, though her touch lingered.

Vanessa checked her phone. She’d sent Matt a message over twelve hours ago, requesting they meet up, and he’d read it but still hadn’t replied.

Brooke was back a moment later.

“We’re done for the day,” she announced.

“Wait, you did that for me?” Vanessa asked, no longer resisting the tears that streamed down her face now that she wouldn’t have to film anymore.

“I’m surprised they haven’t fired the both of us, the amount of times we’ve shut this set down early,” Brooke replied, her hand back on Vanessa’s arm.

“Thank you,” Vanessa whispered shakily.

“Want me to drive you home?” Brooke suggested.

“No, I… I ain’t really staying at home at the moment.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you, uh, wanna talk about it?” Brooke offered cooly, almost like she was afraid of rejection or perhaps as coming across as too nice.

“What the hell, might be helpful to have a fresh pair of ears listen to me whine.” Vanessa tried to laugh, but it came out as a sort of hiccup and Brooke was still looking at her with those big, sympathetic eyes.

“Not here,” Brooke decided, “there’s a quiet little place across the street. It’ll be closing now, but I know the owner, she’ll let us stay late.”

Brooke took Vanessa’s hand, leading her out of the studios to their destination. Vanessa thought about how she should have emotional breakdowns more often if it meant Brooke would treat her like this.

“A chicken restaurant?” Vanessa questioned.

“It’s good, trust me.”

They went in and were greeted by a small, lively Asian woman about Brooke’s age.

“Hey Juju! Vanessa, this Jujubee,” Brooke said, giving her a quick hug.

“How are you?!” Jujubee asked excitedly, before turning to Vanessa and giving her a hug too as they all exchanged pleasantries.

“I know you’re about to shut for the night, but is there any chance we could hang here for a while?” Brooke enquired.

“Sure, girl, anything for you and this gorgeous date of yours,” Jujubee agreed with a wink. Brooke blushed, muttering a quick apology to Vanessa, and Vanessa thought it was the most endearing thing she’d ever seen.

Juju led them through to a booth, her walk almost as bouncy as the shiny curls in her hair. Vanessa thought she had more energy than anyone had the right to have at eleven pm.

Moments after they had taken their seats, Jujubee brought them drinks and went off to cook them some food, on her.

“So,” Brooke began. “Tell me everything. Or, you know, as much as your comfortable sharing.”

Vanessa had one hand on her hot beverage and reached out, entwining the other with Brooke’s, hoping she would interpret it as the intimate gesture it was intended as, but at least having the excuse of her distress if Brooke wasn’t interested.

“A few weeks ago, I had a fight with my boyfriend, Matt,” Vanessa began, Brooke listening and nodding attentively. “We’ve been growin’ apart for a while, but we just blew up that night over — over — y’know, it was kinda ‘bout you, but that don’t matter,” Vanessa insisted. She would have to be more careful not to give too much away.

“About me?” Brooke asked, eyes wide, eyebrows raised. “God, I’m still ruining your life even when I’m not trying to.”

“No — it’s not like that,” Vanessa shook her head dismissively. “He thinks we’re fuckin’ or some shit, look, the bitch is crazy, okay? Don’t take no notice.”

Vanessa felt Brooke seize up under her touch, regretting running that mouth of hers and making her uncomfortable.

“Yeah, so crazy,” said Brooke, eyes flittering around the room, probably wishing for Jujubee to hurry the fuck up with the damn fried chicken already.

“Anyway, it’s irrelevant, ‘cause it was a long time comin’. He ended up sayin’ some shit, really showin’ his ass, and then I walked out.”

Brooke stayed silent for a minute, and Vanessa could see the cogs turning in her mind, putting two and two together.

“So — you left your boyfriend two weeks ago, and you haven’t been back home since?” Brooke reiterated.

“Exactly. Well, I’ve been back and forth to pick shit up. And I didn’t leave him, like, for real, we didn’t say the words or nothin’.”

“It’s not my place to tell you what to do, but… you are going to dump him, right?”

“Yeah, I will do. Soon as he remembers how to pick up his stupid phone,” Vanessa growled, making Brooke laugh, Vanessa quickly joining in despite herself.

“I hated seeing your face back there,” Brooke confessed quietly.

“I don’t know what came over me, girl. Like, I’ve been through so much with that douchebag, but I ain’t even sad about it. It’s just… it’s a big step, you know? Breaking up with someone you been with your whole ass adult life. Don’t even remember how it feels to be single.”

“You’ll be okay, ‘Ness,” — the nickname fell from Brooke’s lips as naturally as rain in a storm — “and I don’t wanna overstep, but uh, you can always stay with me if you need to. I have a big house. Lots of rooms. Not to brag or anything, but, we wouldn’t even have to see each other if you didn’t want to —” she rambled on, and Vanessa smiled softly, knowing that they were both beyond that.

She couldn’t accept Brooke’s offer, though. The temptation of being just a corridor or a wall away from her every night, even if only for a short period — it would be too much.

“We get it, you’re rich,” Vanessa cut her off teasingly. “but I can’t. I need my crib back, bitch.”

“Well. The offer stands.”

Jujubee came by with their chicken at last, and the two thanked her, Brooke insisting that she go home and allow them to wash and lock up.

They ate in a peaceful silence for a while, Vanessa reflecting on how little she knew Brooke and how this was the perfect opportunity to try and change that.

“So, what about you?” Vanessa enquired.

“What about me?” Brooke smirked.

“You got any, uh, boy problems of your own?”

Brooke held her gaze pensively, before letting out a low chuckle.

“I mean, having a boyfriend would be the problem.”

Vanessa’s mouth simply formed a small ‘o’ shape.

“You’re— ”

“I’m gay, ‘Ness.”

“Right. Well. That’s… compelling information,” Vanessa stammered.

“Is that… cool?” Brooke was frowning and why the fuck did Vanessa have to go and make her reaction so fucking weird?

“Yes, oh my god, it’s the coolest. I mean, I’m bi, so,” Vanessa responded, “I mean, I’m not hitting on you — I didn’t— ”

“Vanessa, chill,” Brooke ordered, her face having twisted into something illegible. “So you’re really bi?”

“Yeah. Like, only my friends and family know at the moment, and I’ve never really done much with a woman, but — I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

“Hey,” Brooke said “for what it’s worth, I’m glad you did.”

“You too,” Vanessa replied, smiling slightly. A lock of Brooke’s wavy bob had fallen in front of her eyes slightly, and Vanessa poured herself another drink to stop herself from tucking it away.

“So, back to the original line of questioning,” Vanessa remarked, trying to stay composed. “Any girl problems?”

“Uh, nope. No girl problems. No girlfriend. Ever, actually,” Brooke answered.

“Is that a preference or…?” Vanessa trailed off, doing her best to not sound like she was prying, or judging.

“Mostly.”

“Okay. Nice.”

The conversation coming to a natural end, and their food all eaten up, the two women made their way to the kitchen, Brooke tidying up as Vanessa began filling the sink, staring into the water mindlessly.

The woman she liked didn’t do relationships. She was disappointed, but she hadn’t exactly been living with expectations of anything happening between the two of them — they were already at a zero so they couldn’t exactly get any lower. This was fine, she would cope.

“You know what I never told you?” Brooke wondered after a moment. “Remember the first day on set?”

“Not my best memory of you,” Vanessa affirmed with a fond smile anyway.

“Oh yeah? What is your best memory of me?” Brooke asked curiously, maybe even flirtatiously, and she was suddenly pressed between Brooke Lynn and the sink in a way that was decidedly not platonic. Brooke had a hand attached to the kitchen surface either side of Vanessa, was looking down at her intensely, waiting for her to make a move, and it would be so easy —

but getting over Brooke after a quick fuck would not be. She wouldn’t be satisfied with a one off fling, getting it out of each other’s systems.

So instead—

“My best memory of you?” Vanessa repeated sweetly, brushing her fingers through Brooke’s hair —

“Your face after I do this, bitch,” Vanessa said before grabbing a handful of bubbles from behind her and splashing them in Brooke’s face.

“Oh my god, you whore!” Brooke screamed, doubling over in laughter and probably drunk on tiredness.

They continued having a semi-water fight for a few minutes, until they both realised just how late it had gotten, so they finished cleaning the dishes, finally left and walked to Brooke’s car. Brooke offered to drive her back to Silky’s, and Vanessa couldn’t find the energy to refuse her.

“What were you gonna tell me? ‘Bout the first day on set?” Vanessa spoke up part way through the journey.

“Oh, that,” Brooke quickly remembered. “The truth is, I was late because my cat Apollo was sick. I had to take him to the vet’s and, well. Be there for him.”

Vanessa was dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe that all along, she had been mad at Brooke for that. For taking care of her kitty.

“I feel so evil,” Vanessa muttered.

“Don’t girl. I could’ve told you or made some vague ‘personal emergency’ explanation, I just chose not to. Just to be petty.”

Brooke pulled up at Silky’s house and turned the engine off.

“God, we’re dumb. I’m so done with our shit,” Vanessa quipped.

“I’m so done with being awake,” Brooke responded with a yawn. Vanessa faced her with a tired smile.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Brooke. I mean that.”

“Goodnight, ‘Ness,” Brooke whispered as Vanessa got out of her car, headed inside.

Vanessa didn’t think she’d ever tire of hearing Brooke call her that, even if the woman never said a different word to her again.

—

That night had been a game changer for Brooke.

Sure, she already knew by then that she was attracted to Vanessa, and that she desired a little more than friendship between them. But that night had been a whirlwind of events; from seeing Vanessa so sad, she wanted to make hurting her a crime, to finding out Vanessa was bi and allowing herself to entertain the notion that maybe this connection Brooke swore she was feeling wasn’t just in her head.

And then there’d been that moment in the kitchen, where Brooke had been unable to think of anything but the image of Vanessa sitting on the counter, Brooke’s head between her thighs.

She’d wanted to kiss her so badly, maybe would’ve done if the tension hadn’t dissolved along with the bubbles in Vanessa’s hands.

It was for the best, though. Vanessa was vulnerable, and Brooke would feel like she was taking advantage. Besides, she didn’t want to be her rebound.

Because the more time she spent with Vanessa, the more attached she got.

It only got worse as the final few weeks of filming came to pass, when they became close enough for Brooke to believe that she honestly felt she had made a friend in Vanessa. It was an unfamiliar feeling — Brooke had never really wanted to be someone’s girlfriend before. She’d had crushes, even caught feelings, but none of it ever seemed worth it in the end. Worth the effort, or the compromise, or the heartache.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, but it wasn’t scary, and maybe that was what scared Brooke the most.

Brooke, who poured everything she had into the final kiss she filmed with Vanessa — held her waist a little bit tighter, caressed her cheek a little softer. Kissed her hard so that maybe she would understand.

“That’s a wrap on As The Stars Align, everyone!” Michelle announced to thunderous applause, before speeches were delivered and tears were shed, temporary goodbyes exchanged.

Brooke caught up with Vanessa after.

They didn’t speak about the kiss, as usual; Brooke just pulled Vanessa into a hug and held her close.

“I broke up with Matt, by the way,” Vanessa revealed, a huge grin on her face, and Brooke knew it wasn’t the most appropriate news to smile at, but for some reason she didn’t think Vanessa would be mad. “I hear they’re renaming the wrap party to the Vanessa-is-single-celebration.”

“Doesn’t really have the same ring to it,” Brooke smirked.

Still, she wouldn’t miss it for the world. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Dirty Boy 2

TV SHOW: GODLESS

COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER

RATING: SMUT!

Thursday:

I sat on my bed reading my little recipe book when I heard a knock at my door “who is it?” I ask “it’s uhh its me y/n” I heard whitey say So I got up and opened my door “what do you want pervert?” I ask “I said I was sorry y/n” he says but I ignored him “look y/n bill asked if you’d mind tidyin up the office for us? The desks are a mess the cells are filthy and the floor has half a pound of dirt on it” he explained “alright, I’ll be over in a minute” I tell him “thanks y/n” he smiles giving my cheek a kiss before he returns to the office so I grabbed some cleaning stuff and tied my little apron around me to be honest I wasn’t mad at whitey anymore I calmed down like two minutes after it happened but I left him for the whole day yesterday it is fun to tease him like this everyday he gets to get a little closer to his orgasm but not yet a while I hugged my skirt up a little more and left hopping across to the office and going inside it was just whitey sat in his little chair “Hello Y/n” he smiles “Hi” I smile starting to sort out Bills desk I knew whitey was watching me his eyes checking me out as I cleaned and sorted the desk out the best I could "Can Ya forgive me y/n? for what I did?" He asks "Maybe I shrug and he got up from his chair "Could I... Clean your dress? to make up for it?" he asks "I've already cleaned it whitey, it's on my line to dry" I tell him "it is? I haven't seen it" He says "I put a line on the inside for my undergarments and such like" I answer "Ohh, I understand. I still want to make it up to ya, Please somthin" he begged "you could... maybe me some cookies next week?" I ask "Well... I would Y/n but ya know what I'm like I'd burn my bloody house down" He laughs "True" I smile as I finished with bills desk and starting to sweet up the floor putting the cell keys in my pockets "Well anythin' I can do for you? anythin'" he says coming close to me "Anything?" I ask and he nods "Kiss me like you did yesterday- "I smirk leaning my back on bills desk "Ohh yes my darlin'" He smirks putting his hands either side of me and kissing me softly I melted into his lusty but sweet kisses till I pulled away "What is it?" He asks bitng his bottom lip as he stared at my lips "Kiss me like you did yesterday after I'm done cleaning up" I finish "Ohh but I... Alright" he sighs sitting back in his chair and getting his little book he read it a little but he mostly was just sat watching me as I sweeped and cleaned all the cells in the office changing the beding on the little cell beds and running a cloth over the bars I noticed as I rubbed this little cloth up and down each bar inside and out of the cell I felt whitey's eyes burning into me as he watched me cleaning I noticed his little book was on his desk and his hand in the pocket of his pants "whitey?" I ask "Yes Y/n?" he asks "Why when your watching me... do you always put your hand in your pocket?" I ask "Why do ya ask?" He asks "Curious" I smile "Curious? now who's the little pervert" He smirks "I just want to know?  you think putting your hand in those tight pants will make the pocket strech and not reveal to me how hard your bonner is" I smirk "I already know how big it is jojen, I have seen it before on sunday when you where watching me, I saw it before and I felt it yesterday" I smirk "I'm not doing it to hide it from you" he smiles "You know, there is no point hiding it from you" He says "then why do you put your hand in your pocket?" I ask moving out to sweep around his desk "Ya really wanna know?" He asks and I nod putting down my broom and starting to sort the paperwork on his desk and organizing everything for him "There's a hole in my pocket" he smirks leaning back on his chair "So?" I shrug moving to the other side of his desk the same side he was at I coule almost feel his breath against me fixing up his desk "Hummm come on y/n, your a clever little girl" he smirks standing and wrapping his arms around me tightly "think though the information I gave ya" he smirks kissing down my neck "Hummm..." I smirk thinking when he watches me he gets hard as a rock and puts his hand in his pocket the pocket with a hole ohhh... "You dirty boy!" I smirk tugging his hair hard "Owww... that hurts, not as bad as a slap but it hurts" He complains "You rather have a slap?" I ask "No, I would rather ya... do somethin' else to me?" He smirks "Seems like you do that to yourself a little to much" I smirk "Can ya blame me? when your so very mean to me baby" He smirks so I turned and pushed him on his chair "Umm what are ya gonna do to me? can I finialy finish that kiss?" He asks "No" I tell him as I sat on his lap "whoa! Hello darlin'" he smirks grabbing my hips "Ummmm ya feel so good sat over me baby, I get to feel your sexy arse against my cock... so come on baby what are ya goin' do to me?" he smirks "Clean up" I smile "I have to tidy" I giggle "do it later... come on that snog yesterday got me close, how about ya finish me today?" he begs kissing down my neck "No" I laugh as I kept tidiying up the desk sorting all his little draws and things on this side of the desk and I smiles slowly moving my arse "Uhhhhh... Yes! my darlin'" He groans "Umm your really goin' to do this to me? grind on me until I cum?" he smirks "why? problem?" I ask   "No, uhhhh ummmm... Please....Please more" he begs "You get what you are given whitey, else you get nothing" I laugh "I'll be good, Please just a little more" he begs "Well... alright, take them off" I tell him getting up to get a drink "What?" eh asks "Pants... off I'm sure you understand that whitey" I laugh "I do" He smirked blushing a little as he stood undoing his gun belts putting each on the table till it got to his pants and I pushed him back on his chair I turned away again looking to the window looking out at the ladies often wondering past the office "There, go on baby" he smirks I laughed picking up the back of my dress and sitting on his lap again I insatly felt his hard cock that was stood tall out of his pants settle between my arse cheeks the only thing stopping the skin on skin was my undergarments I could feel his hard cock so close to my pussy so much it made me a little wet just to feel it there so close to me my tiny cotton undergraments the only thing stopping him from pushing inside me and I know he wants too I can feel it and I can hear it "Uhhh! ohh god! Yes Please please ummmm... you feel so perfect, I want you to sit like this forever" he groans rolling his head against his chair his hands slipped up from my hips towards my breasts but I slapped hims ahnds away "Dirty boy" I smirk "Ohh I love being your dirty boy baby" he groans "If this is what I get for it" He smirks so I laughed getting the little book he keeps reading having a flick though of the pages slowly rocking my hips "Uhh! UHHH! UHHHHH!" he moans "Y/N! I- I" He stuttered "Shhh!" I tell him hitting his arm "Don't want the whole town knowing" I laugh "I'm sorry y/n, I just uhh! Please" he begs "What? what else do you bloody well want?" I ask "Please... Just- just let me inside" He begs kissing up my back and around my neck his hands gropeing any bit of skin  he could get one on my arse another on my waist "Please" He begs "No" I tell him rocking my hips a little more and a little faster "UHHHHHHH! OHH GOD! PLEASE PLEASE!" he screams "Why not? I'm basicly fuckin' ya!" he complains "Please... I wont be long just let me... slip in" he begged holding my hips and thrusting up I could feel his hard cock pushing on the cotton of my underdress if it wasnt there he would have been isnide me now "Not even all of me... just- just a little" he begs "just one inch please I'm begging you y/n" he begs "No whitey" I laugh "Please!" he screams "No" I laugh "Dirty dirty boy today" I laugh "could I atleast kiss ya?" he asks "No whitey, I'm comfy" I laugh getting faster and he was putty in my hands he was moaning and screaming rolling his head against his chair unable to control himself his hand on my waist groping my skin the other on my thigh trying to keep me still or make me go faster not sure which not sure he knew he was close I know it, I can feel the tenseness of his cock so ready for its orgaum it often twitches when I go backward on him humm clearly he likes that when the door suddenly opened! revealing Bill and maggie I quickly stood and whitey rushed doing up his pants "Bill, maggie I was uhh" Whitey began trying to think given he was completely out of his head "We know, we could hear ya" maggie laughs "Well, I have cleaned up enough" I laugh getting my basket "No No, y/n don't go" whitey says grabbing my hand "Too late" I laugh giving his cheek a kiss before I went off back home.

Friday:

I smiled watching the rain out the window of the La Belle bar watching the rain hit the mud the old bar man dropped off the bottle along with a glass of very watered down whiskey so he didnt have to bother walking back and forward to me in my little booth and keep chatting with the men at the bar most women where in there homes huddled in away from the rain cuddled up in the fire but I like being in the bar days like this I spotted the little bar doors open and close again as someone came in I noticed it was whitey he saw me and smirked coming and sitting beside me in my little booth he order a drink from the bar keep as he sat down "Hello y/n" he smirks"Hello Whitey" I smirk back going to have a drink but he took it out my hand and put it on the table "Excuse you?" I ask"Your not drinking today" he says "Aww sweet of you but this is my third so... that ship has sailed"  I laugh trying to take it but he moved it away form me more "No more, you'll get drunk" He says as the bar keep dropped off his drink and the bottle of the whiskey he was having clearly not watered down at all clearly by the colour mine was almost clear with a organge tint whitey's was a dark bright gold"So" I shrug "Would think you'd rather I be drunk?" i smirk"why would I rather ya be drunk?" he asks"I might be more... accomidating when I'm drunk?" I suggest "How watered down is this?" he asks glacing to my bottle"Very" I smile and he chuckles picking up my glass and downing it"Shit I think that is just water?" He laughs putting the glass down and sliding his over to me a much more serious colour then mine was so I picked up the glass and downed it it burnt but I kept still and composed putting the glass on the table "Ya more accomidating yet?" He asks "Nope Whitey" I smirk and he took the top off his bottle refilling both the glasses with it and sliding them to me putting the bottle back ont he table "are you trying to get me Drunk Mr Winn?" I laugh "Maybe" he shrugs"why?" I ask him"You said ya get more accomidating? I wanna see how accoidating I can get ya baby" he smirks"ohh how accomidating would you like me?" I ask sipping one glass intentioanly running my lips on the rim of the glass "Want me to get so accomidating I will get on my knees an suck your cock right here whitey?" I smirk"how much whiskey will that take?" he asks"You'll find out" i smirk putting my hand on his leg and he insantly looked flusttered "Alternatively you could make me drink the whole bottle and take me back to your place and have your way with me?" I suggest snuggling into his neck "That's always an option" I smirk"Be a waste of whiskey I could take ya home and have my way with you sober" He smirks "You think so?" I ask getting up and grabbing his hand "A gentlemen pays a ladies Bill" I smirk "and where is the lady goin'?" he asks"You'll see" i smirk grabbing his face and kissing him hard taking his breath away as I kissed him I pulled back leaving him wanting more and I ran out the bar into the rain within maybe a couple seconds he came running after me I ran though the mud and dirt out towards his little house I ran hiding around the corner close to where he keeps his horse he came around to his house and looked confused where I had gone I jumped almost tipping him over and kissing him as hard as in the bar he insantly kissed me back grabbing my waist hard pulling me so not an inch was between us "You going to let me in? or are we going to fuck out here in the rain?" I ask him"to- you mean you'll let me?" he asks and I nod "Ohh come here you sexy thing" He smirks kissing me and unlocking his door happily pushing me inside I smirked pulling him inside with me shutting and locking the door behind us we kept gently kissing as I got my little jacket off and he got his shoes and gun belts off  throwing them on his little dinning table his hand caressed my face between kisses I started tugging his jumper out from his tight pants "Okay okay I'm gettin' there slow down darlin'" he smirks between kisses "Pacients" he smirks"Like you yesterday?" I ask"Ohh... shut up y/n" he smirks kissing me tugging off his jumper and undoing his shirt and throwing them off somewhere else in his house the back of my thighs hit the wood of his bedframe so I pushed him away forcing him down on his bed he sat up on pushed up by his elbows looking at me as I tied up my hair and tugged on the little ties for my dress he smirked licking his lip at me his chest moving quickly with each of his lustful breaths "Take it off" he smirks "Please" he begs sounding very breathy so I smirked undoing the little ties and letting my outerdress drop he eyes looked over every inch of me stood only in my little cotton undergraments I undid my corset letting it drop too his eyes lingured on the tiny strapps keeping the whole thing up, on the curves of my body from years in my corset giving me the perfect curvasious figure, on the bottom hem of my underdress just above my knee this is more of my skin then he has ever seen any man has ever seen for that matter, his eyes seemed to stay for a while on ym chest near to bursting out the top of my cotton dress fixed where he ripped it the other day my nipples hard to the cold so they stuck out the cotton a little bit "Y-Y-your perfect" He told me taking my hand and dragging me to lay with him in his little bed hardly and inch between us I could feel his bare chest against my hard nipples and exposed skin on my breasts "Y/n?" He asks"Yeah?" i ask"Would it be okay...if we didnt go all the way tonight?" he asks "I thought you wanted to have your way with me?" I smirk kissing his bare skin causing his eyes to flutter shut "I do... Just not tonight, I'd disapoint ya" he says"why would you?" i ask a little confused"You've been teasing me since sunday y/n, I wouldn't be able to keep my compostiour long enough to pleasure you too" he says"Well...okay" i smile kissing him "You can sleep here with me? if ya like?" he suggests"No, I need to get back to my kitty cat" i smile going to get up "Whitey?" I ask"Yes my sexy girl?" he asks sitting up and kissing down my neck "I wanna do something" I smirk pushing him down flat on his bed and sitting on his thighs he smirked clearly enjoying me being laid over him in his bed "what? what do ya wanna do?" he asks"ask a few questions?" i smirk"Ohh? go on then" He sighs "ask away" He smirks"On sunday...when I was out doing my laundry? where you spying on me?" I ask"darlin' i would never spy on you, check our arse out though... I always do that" he smirks "Humm dirty boy" I smirk hitting his chest "On monday... was that the first time you touched a girl? in a intmate place?" I ask and he nods biting his lip "Umm dirty boy" I smirk hitting his chest harder"Ummm... baby? what are you up to?" he asks"On tuesday? did you want to fuck me?" i ask him"I did" he smirks "I would have fucked you right there in your garden if you'd let me" he smirks "Dirty boy" I smirk hitting him hard"Uhh! oww" He complains "On thursday... would you have fucked me?" I ask moving forward and grinding on him letting my dress sit normaly so it hung around my legs making the only fabric between us whitey's tight pants I kinda liked it feeling his growing erection starting to make it's self known and running the lips of my pussy around the budgle"I would have, if I had the streght to rip that fuckin' underdress off ya I would have been inside ya the second you told me to take my pants off" he groans"but now your baby want's your cock you wont let her have it?" i complain "Tomorrow if your so desperate" he smirks and I groan in annoyance "See I can be evil too baby" he smirks sitting up wrapping his arms around me tightly but I pushed him away sitting forward a little more so I felt his hard cock close to my entrence grinding on him like I was riding him I can tell he's getting desperate already so I smirked letting the straps of my underdress slipp down my arms a little putting my hands on the bottom of his stomach as I moved the rubbing on him starting to feel good I know he is likely going to have a little wet patch on his pants where I was grinding so hard every so often my clit catching making me groan "Uhhh Uhhh" i groan it's not really good enough to make me moan or scream but I wanted to piss him off "Uhhhh! Whitey!" I moan loudly throwing my head back as I move rocking myself a little faster running my hands though my hair and tugging my dress down a little almost exposing everything to him "Uhhhh! Uhhh! Whitey! Whitey... Uhh your so big" I scream "i want you inside me whitey" i beg"This isnt fair y/n" He complains "Who said i had to play fair" i smirk winking at him contieing with my little show exagerating every tiny bit of pleasure i got from grinding on hid cock "Ohhh whitey... come on, don't you want to spear your baby girl with your huge cock, let her ride on you till sunrise tomorrow, grope your babygirls tits and arse while she fucks you hard" I smirk "Come on whitey Please" I giggle "Uhh ohh fine!" He screams undoing his pants I felt his hard cock dripping with pre cum rub against my clit "If it's what my baby wants?" he smirks I sat up a little he stood his cock talllining it up with my pussy and I giggled pulling him closer and giving his lips a tiny kiss "See... I can be evil too whitey" I smirk getting up and slipping my dress back on "WHAT! NO NO NO!" He screamed doing his pants up trying to get up with a rageing ready to fuck erection as I grabbed my stuff and ran off home I know he was yelling for me but I ignored him.

[little----bit-of-light]

So this is my first piece of writing i've ever done for the dear evan hansen fandom so hope ys enjoy.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of divorce, ooc Connor

- the gang ™ is at lunch one day and jared is being an anti social fuck and scrolling though his instagram

-Connor is looking over his shoulder to see the memes

-AND THEN he sees this picture of this beautiful girl in a black dress on a busy ass street surrounded by people wearing a lot of bright colours captioned "My formal title is queen of the undead and damned but you can just call me Your highness"

-"Do you follow model's to jerk off to or something" Connor teases and Jared is like "no you idiot she goes here"

-then Alana pipes in with "well actually she goes here for half the year, her parents do spilt custody during the school year"

-Connor follow you later that night on instagram

-He's scrolling through your account and is in awe of not only how beautiful you are but also how funny you're captions are

-You follow him back cause you have a soft spot for pretty boys with long hair and HEY HE GOES TO YOUR SCHOOL BACK EAST

-You spend half the year on the west coast with your mom after the divorce

-the other half you spend with your dad back east

A FEW MONTHS LATER

-You're en route back east and you post a little snap out of the airplane window on your Instagram story before takeoff with the caption "the prodigal daughter returns in like 4 hours"

-Connor sees and gets so excited cause this means you'll be back at school and he can finally talk to you!!!!!!!!!

-You get home and start unpacking some stuff and you kinda just need to get out of the house, mainly to have a little cry cause you miss your mom and dont wanna make your dad feel awful

-So you tug on a heavy duty coat and boats that you didnt even bother bringing out west and walk to the local park

-you sit down on one of the swings and just kinda let the tears falls for a bit

-So our fav tree nerd is walking past on his way to Connor's house and you two had a couple of playdates when you were kids and talked every once i a while when you were back east but not a lot

-And he notices you and is just gonna walk past till he realises you're crying

-and cause of his shitty dad he automatically assumes something has happened with your dad and goes into defensive evan mode

-He does his best to talk to you but poor boy isnt the best at comforting so he asks if its okay to take you somewhere warm

-So he takes you to Connor's with him cause he know's Zoe will be there and he knows you two are friends (you organise the school concerts)

-Evan asks if you want a hug when you stand up from the swings and you two just walk in a side hug on the way there

-Connor answers the door and just goes "Evan you need to stop bringing strays home" before he even knows its you and you know its him

-you've both had little Instagram crushes on each other since the day you both followed each other

-You assumed Evan was bringing you to a coffee shop not someones house

-you get inside and Connor is like interally screaming because how can someone look so cute with a blotchy face and red nose from the cold/crying

-When Jared sees you he fucking launches himself at you to hug you

"THE VALLEY GIRL HAS RETURNED TO US" hes laughing his ass off cause he's so happy to see you

-you guys had a bunch of classes together and usually kept each other sane around all the dumb people last year

-seeing him has already cheered you up and reminded you why you miss the east when your west

-Connor is kinda jealous how all your tension just seemed to slip away the second Jared picked you up

-"shit sorry that was rude, I'm y/n" you say walking up to Connor and shaking his hand but he already knows cause your the cute girl who's pictures and music recs on her Instagram stories that always cheer him up

-"Connor Murphy" he says with a bit of a smirk which makes you melt cause this is the boy who's pictures always kinda make you in awe cause they are rarely of him (he's really into photography so most of his Instagram is of things and people around him) but when they are boy is a stunner

-"Hey aren't you Zoe-" You dont get to finish the sentence because Zoe has tackled you in a hug

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE I MISSED YOU"

"Missed you too band geek"

-the rest of the day is pretty chill Zoe takes you up to her room and gets you to spill about why you were crying and you talk about missing your mom and how its just a big change to go through every couple of months

-Connor sends Zoe a text that theres pizza downstairs if you two want any cause he doesn't wanna interrupt anything

-So you guys head downstairs and start talking to the guys

-You tell Jared some stories about guys from silicon valley, Evan about the hikes in the national parks and you say how Colorado was the best place you hiked and the Jared makes a weed joke and you go "hey helped with the muscle pain" and Connor is just like I'm in love????????

-Over the next couple of months you bond with the group and they start making more appearances on your Instagram

-You also become Connor's favourite subject for photography and feature a lot on each others page

- But you're favourite picture is the one that Alana got of you two, foreheads touching just looking at each other in complete admiration captioned "get you a freak like this"

[teamfreewill-imagine]

A Real Family

Summary: For the first eight years of your life, it’s just you and Jensen against the world. He had you at quite a young age, and you were very much a daddy’s girl, but you welcome Danneel into your family as you witness your father falling in love. Jensen’s Daughter!Reader, Jensen x Danneel Words: 2.2k Warnings: fluff Beta: @blacksiren

A/N: this was written for @winchesters-favorite-girl’s one year celebration! My prompt was “Is it supposed to look like that?”

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You were eight years old when your father fell in love with a pretty girl.

You’d known her for a couple of years before that, and you’d always really liked her.

You first met at a casual CW event that you had begged your father to take you along to.

“It said ‘casual’, Daddy,” you had reminded him, with all the sincerity a six and a half year old could muster, “That means you’re allowed’ta take me.”

“I think it just means I don’t have to wear a fancy suit, pumpkin,” he’d tried, but you shook your head defiantly, insisting he bring you with him.

Unsurprisingly, the little girl in the yellow sundress with white Chucks and cute braids drew a lot of attention in a room full of twenty-somethings.

You could remember seeing her approaching, looking at your father as if they knew each other but were no more than acquaintances; smiling sympathetically when she saw you holding tightly onto his hand.

Admittedly, it had been a bit intimidating being a young child surrounded by adults you’d only ever seen on TV before, so for the first half-hour you had been clinging to him like a vice.

“Jensen,” she had greeted, kissing his cheek as you realised was customary at these things, “And who’s this little one you’ve brought? You get put on babysitting duty?”

Your father had laughed, blushing slightly as he picked you up onto his hip even though you were really getting too big for that.

“Uh, no, this is my baby girl,” he explained as you wrapped an arm over his shoulders, your legs clinging to his waist. “Y/N, do you wanna say hi?”

You had blushed, a little embarrassed at being the topic of conversation.

“She’s a little shy,” your father had apologised, but she shook her head, focussing her full attention on you.

“Hi, Y/N,” she smiled warmly, and instantly you were put at ease by her soft tone and kind eyes. “My name’s Danneel, but you can call me Dee if you want?”

“Daddy’s friends call him Jay,” you had informed her, causing your father’s blush to deepen, “So you can, too.”

She’d told you she loved your shoes and you’d told her she was very pretty before Uncle Jared came and stole you away, keeping you entertained and showing you off to his friends.

You met Danneel a few times over the next couple of years, and each time her smile grew fonder.

She would comment on how much you’d grown and ask you about school. She’d really listen when you answered, checking up on how you did in your test even if it had been months since you’d mentioned it.

When your father told you that he was taking a role in a movie alongside her, you were ecstatic.

You loved being on set with them, and you especially loved when Danneel helped you convince the hair and makeup team to use the leftover temporary hair colour to make your hair bright, like your father’s character.

His face had been priceless when he saw you, your hair striped with bright green and a fake ring on your nose.

“Baby Priestly!” he’d laughed, his eyes glistening with mirth as he tapped your nose. “No facial piercings until you’re at least sixteen though, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay,” you’d agreed. “Dee says I look badass.”

His eyes met hers above your head, his amused smile melting into something softer, warmer.

You noticed it but didn’t bring it up until you were getting ready for bed that night.

“You should ask her out for coffee,” you had told him as he brushed through your hair in the bathroom after you’d washed all the colour out.

“Who?” he’d asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“Danneel,” you sighed. “Daddy, I’m not blind. You like her.”

“Of course I like her, we’re friends.”

Even at eight years old you knew that was a deflection.

“No you like like her,” you rolled your eyes. “And I like her too so you gotta ask her out.”

He’d huffed an amused laugh, sitting on the closed toilet lid so that you were looking down at him from the countertop.

“She doesn’t want to go out with me, pumpkin,” he had told you, and you frowned.

“Did you ask?”

“No- I-,” he’d laughed again, blushing a little. “What makes you think she’d be interested in getting coffee with me?”

You rolled your eyes again, hopping down from the counter and walking through to your bedroom.

“She asked if you had a girlfriend,” you had informed him, aware that she’d be embarrassed that you told him but needing him to realise that they were both on the same page, “Or if I had a mommy. So I said not yet and not anymore.”

His expression had faltered, it always did at the topic of your mother, but you just wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your cheek against his stomach in a tight hug.

“I really like her, Daddy,” you’d murmured, “And I know you do, too.”

“Alright, baby,” he sighed, lifting you up and kissing your cheek before tossing you onto the bed, making you laugh. “Get some sleep, my little matchmaker.”

“M’kay,” you’d agreed, getting under the covers and smiling to yourself.

He had waited until filming was over to finally ask her out, and it came as no surprise to you that she said yes.

It was kinda weird, sharing your father’s attention for the first time since you were too young to remember, but you never resented it.

If anything, you loved having Danneel around.

The only snag in your relationship came just after they got married.

You were twelve years old and up until then you’d lived with your father wherever he was working.

Once they bought their Austin house together, you were expected to stay there with Danneel while your father was filming in Vancouver.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to stay with her, it was more the fact that you’d never been away from your father for more than a few days at a time.

It was no secret that you were a total daddy’s girl, but he insisted that this was best for you.

You could be enrolled in the local school and not have to be tutored on set, you could make more friends your own age, and you could bond better with Danneel.

After a few too many tears and a couple of totally unnecessary tantrums, you realised that your protests weren’t getting you anywhere and agreed to stay in Texas.

As it turned out, a strong female influence who didn’t take any of your father’s crap was exactly what you needed to grow into the young woman that you were today.

You were in the kitchen making yourself a snack when you heard your father arrive home.

He was later than usual, but you decided to wait up after he’d called to say that his flight had been delayed.

“Babe?” he whisper-called through the house. “Anyone up?”

“Kitchen,” you called back, licking peanut butter from the side of your thumb as you placed the lid back on the jar.

You could hear him locking up the house and leaving his bags by the door before he finally made his way through to you.

“Welcome home,” you smiled as he walked over, wrapping his arm around you.

“Thanks, pumpkin,” he murmured, bringing you close and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Where’s Dee?”

“Upstairs with the babies,” you told him, pulling back and grabbing one of the celery/peanut butter sticks you’d prepared.

You took a bite while putting the jar in the cupboard, turning back to face him to find him watching you curiously.

“What?” you asked, swallowing your bite. “Something on my face?”

“Your hair,” he murmured, motioning with his hand. “Is it supposed to look like that?”

You frowned, moving your hand to your head to figure out what he was talking about.

“Oh,” you laughed softly, remembering that you let JJ braid your hair before she went to bed. “You don’t like it?”

He smirked.

“I didn’t say that,” he told you, evading the question.

“You think it’s ugly,” you gasped, feigning offence.

“I think… Let’s just say, I’ve seen it done better,” he offered, and you took another bite of celery in mock-irritation.

“This kinda negativity is counterproductive to your daughter’s learning,” you told him, and he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re gonna be twenty soon,” he reminded you. “Plus, you did better braids than that when you were like, six.”

“Not me, you idiot,” you scoffed, taking another bite. “Your middle daughter. We’re teaching her.”

His entire demeanour changed from teasing to proud as he stole the other celery stick from the counter.

“JJ did that?” he asked, and you nodded. “Impressive.”

You laughed, wiping your hands on the front of your pants as your father devoured the other half of your late night snack.

“Just a second ago you thought it was bad,” you mentioned, and he shrugged.

“Just a second ago I thought your braiding skills had regressed by a decade and a half,” he reasoned, and you smiled, walking over to hug him properly.

“What’s this for?” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Just missed you,” you told him, taking a deep breath before pulling back.

He smiled fondly, cupping your cheek in a comforting palm.

“Missed you more.”

You smiled back at him, leaning into his touch.

“You guys are gonna give me a cavity.”

Danneel’s voice made you jump and you laughed softly as you turned to see her leaning against the doorframe, a fond smile pulling at her lips.

“I’m not kidding,” she continued, walking into the room. “That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She kissed your cheek before carding a hand into your father’s short hair, pulling him into a soft, ‘welcome home’ kiss.

“Gross,” you teased, pulling away from them both and sitting up on the counter.

“What’s gross is that you’re putting your butt where we prepare our food,” your father sassed back, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’m wearing jeans,” you reminded him. “I’ll disinfect the counter before we have to cook next.”

Danneel laughed, pecking your father’s lips once more before walking over to the fridge and retrieving three beers.

“The babies are all asleep so I say we go put on a movie until we can’t keep our eyes open anymore,” she suggested, and your father raised an eyebrow at the three bottles in her hands.

“Two for me?” he asked, and she shook her head, handing a bottle to him and another to you.

“One each,” she confirmed, and your father looked unconvinced.

“She’s nearly twenty,” Danneel reminded him, and he huffed.

“Which is still a year too young.”

She rolled her eyes, holding a hand out to you.

You hopped off the counter, letting her wrap her arm around your waist as you made your way through to the front room, your father trailing behind.

“Babe, don’t be a hypocrite,” Danneel told him, “You were drinking at her age.”

“You already had me at my age,” you added, and she nodded.

“If we let her drink small amounts in a safe environment then she’s less likely to go out and get wasted underage.”

“Alright, damn,” your father laughed slightly. “You guys are ganging up on me.”

You smiled, settling into the armchair and leaving them the couch.

“We’ve been ganging up on you since 2007,” Danneel laughed, and you nodded in agreement, twisting the cap off of your beer.

“You’re a bad influence,” your father teased, flopping down onto the couch and pulling Danneel down to curl up next to him as he grabbed the remote.

“Mom, don’t listen to him,” you told her when she feigned offence, clutching her hand over her heart like you had just minutes ago. “You’re the best influence.”

“Jeez, anyone would think you guys were related,” he joked fondly, and you nodded, biting your lip.

Your father raised an eyebrow at you, and you looked at Danneel waiting for her to nod slightly before continuing.

“We’ve been thinking, and-”

“This doesn’t sound promising,” he teased, and Danneel slapped his thigh in chastisement. “Sorry. Carry on, kiddo.”

“We think it’s about time that Dee adopted me, don’t you?” you asked your father, and his jaw went slack as he looked between the two of you.

“Really?” he asked, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“She’s just as much my mom as she is the twins’ and JJ’s,” you shrugged. “Why not? It’d finally make us a real family.”

“Hey, we’re a real family anyway,” Danneel reminded you and you nodded.

“Yeah, of course,” you agreed. “But, y’know. Officially.”

Your father was watching you carefully, his expression giving nothing away.

“So?” you prompted. “What do you think?”

You twirled one of your messy braids around your finger to give your hands something to do while you waited for his response.

Danneel looked across at you, her calm smile letting you know that, no matter what he said, she’d always be your mom.

“I’d… I’d like that, pumpkin,” he eventually murmured, smiling and resting his temple to the top of Danneel’s head as she leant on his shoulder. “I’d like that a lot.”

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[kumeko]

unicorn cafe

Character/Pairing: Eri, Izuku, Mirio

A/N: Written for the Bnha BB. : ) A little late in posting because I was sick but here it is now. Accompanying Art which looks amazing and adorable and I hope my story does it justice.

Summary: Eri’s hair was made, her dress was pretty, and face scrubbed clean per Aizawa’s orders. Now she was ready for a day out with Izuku and Mirio.

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“Hold still,” Aizawa demanded, shaking the hairbrush threateningly. His other hand was on Eri’s shoulder, pulling her to the back of her chair.

 “Got it!” she chirped determinedly as she squirmed into position. There was a pause and then she felt a fine-toothed comb run through her locks. One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes. Her feet itched to tap to the beat but he repeated his warning. Concentrating, she tried to still her legs as Aizawa combed her hair. A quick peek at the clock and she saw that the big hand was almost at the eleven. They would be here soon.

 They would be here soon. The thought repeated in her head and suddenly she had too much energy. Her fingers started to tap her thighs, her toes needed to wiggle—a soft tug of her hair and she remembered she had to stay still.

 “Kids.” Aizawa sighed, clicking his teeth. Despite his tone, his hands were gentle and she closed her eyes as he braided her locks. His movements were deft and self-assured and it wasn’t long before he released her. “There we go, now you’re done.”

 He came around her chair to face her, eyeing her critically. “Good enough.”

 “Done yet?” Nejire poked her head through the door to the teacher’s lounge. Spotting Eri, a surprised gasp escaped her lips and she skipped over to the pair. Her long hair floated around her as she moved, a princess at work, and she beamed brightly. “Hey, you’re so pretty!”

 “Th-thank you.” A blink and all of a sudden Nejire’s face was so close their noses brushed. There were stars in Nejire’s eyes, and Eri stared into them for a long moment before noticing her proximity. Flustered, she gripped the edges of her dress as the older girl studied her hair. Nejire was definitely a princess.

 “Hey, hey, I know what you’re missing.” Deftly, she pulled out the star clip that pinned her bangs, releasing her hair so it curled around her face messily. Her fingers nimbly pressed against Eri’s hair and she automatically closed her eyes until she heard a soft click. “There, you’re perfect!”

 Opening an eye, she saw that Nejire had backed away. Her hand tentatively reached up to touch the clip. The metal was warm. “Perfect?”

 “Perfect.” Nejire nodded sagely. Looking back at the door, she gestured for someone to come in. “Hey, Mirio! Your date is ready!”

 Eri followed her gaze to the door where Tamaki and Mirio stood. Just like Nejire, Tamaki was still in his school uniform while Mirio sported a pair of jeans and a red and white striped shirt. Neither of them wore armour but Eri knew without a doubt that they were Nejire’s knights. Every princess had one. This one was so special she had two. Tamaki gingerly waved at her, almost hunching into himself as they all looked at him.

 Catching her eye, Mirio beamed brightly. “Hi!”

 “H-Hi!” Eri jumped off the chair. The big hand on the clock had finally reached eleven and she bounced on her feet.  It was time, it was finally time. Quickly, she smoothed her overall-dress. She still wasn’t used to the jean fabric, it was very different from her usual dresses, but she liked the feel of it beneath her fingers. There was something solid about it, dependable.

 “Hey, hey,” Nejire bent over, squinting at Eri’s chest. “Is that a rainbow on your shirt?”

 “Yes!” Giddy, Eri tried to tug out more her white shirt from beneath the overalls.  At the very least, she wanted to show off the star too. “I picked it myself.”

 “You have good fashion sense.” Nejire gave her a thumbs up, a broad grin on her face. After a moment, she tilted her head and tapped her chin. “Rainbow…hey, hey, doesn’t that match the place you’re going to?”

 Before Eri could ask where that was, Tamaki glared at Nejire. “Don’t.”

 “Oh, right, that’s a surprise.” Turning to her friend, she gestured at Eri. “What do you think?”

 Surprised, Tamaki stared at Eri for a full five seconds before backing away, shaking his head slightly. His eyes darted to and fro and he seemed to almost shrink before their eyes. “She…she wouldn’t want my opinion.”

 “ ’course she does!” Nejire turned to her. “Hey, hey, don’t you wanna know?”

 Eagerly, she nodded quickly, staring up at him with curious eyes. What would the knight say?

 If possible, he shrank even more, his ears turning beat red. His hands covered his face and from between the cracks, she could hear a faint, “She looks cute.”

 “Hey, hey, what was that?” Nejire bounced on her feet, giving Tamaki a light punch on the shoulder.  

 Before Nejire could add anything else, Mirio came in between the pair.  He hunched down slightly as he asked Eri, “Alright, ready to go?”

 “Not yet,” Aizawa answered for her, crouching in front of her. Edges of the rainbow could still be seen from where she had yanked her shirt and with a frown, he straightened up her top. “I’d get in trouble if I let you leave looking like that.”

 “Hey, that’s not the reason, is it?” Nejire rocked on her feet as she questioned the teacher. “How much trouble?”

“Nejire.” If left to her own devices, Nejire could jump from question to question all day. Halting her line of thought, Tamaki grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the teacher’s lounge. “Not now.”

 “…booo…” Her protest noted, she gave in and followed Tamaki out. She waved at Eri with her free hand before she disappeared out the door. “Have fun!”

 There was a moment of silence after, the void after a hurricane hits. Eri watched the door, half expecting her return. “She’s really pretty.”

 Mirio chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. “Yes she is! She won the beauty pageant this year.”

 “Ohhhhh…” Just like a true princess. She lightly touched the clip in her hair. Now she had a little of that princess magic on her as well.

 “She was a little too excited for today.” Mirio glanced at Aizawa to confirm they were done. When the older man nodded, he held out his hand to Eri. “Ready?”

 “Yes!” Without a trace of hesitation, she grabbed it. Looking over her shoulder, she waved goodbye to Aizawa. “Bye!”

 “Be back before five.” Aizawa wasn’t even looking at them anymore, now sitting at his desk and shuffling papers.

 “Got it!” Mirio exited the room, Eri following after.

 They walked down the school hallways, heading to the stairs. Eri gripped his hand tightly and looked around the near-empty school. “Where’s Izuku?”

 “He’s at the gates.” Mirio chuckled. The vibrations of it reached her hand, and she could almost touch his amusement. “He overslept. He kept thinking about today and couldn’t sleep a wink until dawn.”

 “Oh.” Eri stared at the ground. Disappointment coloured her voice. “If…if he’s tired, we can go another time.”

 “No, no,” he responded firmly, shaking his head as they descended the staircase. His voice echoed faintly in the narrow space. “Definitely not, he wants to do this. I want to do this. You want to go too, right?”

  “Yes,” she admitted slowly, peeking up at Mirio. His smile was blinding and embarrassed, she averted her gaze.

 “Then we’re going.”

 They were at the school doors now and he temporarily let go of her hand as they changed shoes. Along with the dress, she had received a new pair of sneakers. The shoes were lighter than her boots, so much easier to run around in. The only problem was the strap. Boots didn’t have it. Kneeling, Eri yanked the straps tight like Aizawa had shown her. They were stiff, barely giving way. Eventually, she pushed them into submission and stood up proudly.

 “All set?” Mirio held out his hand once more and she nodded as she grabbed it. As they exited the building, she squinted against the sunlight as her eyes adjusted to the brightness. It was warm outside, the fall sun shining brightly as they crossed the school grounds.  As they approached the school entrance, Mirio pointed ahead of them. Leaning against the school gate, Izuku was quickly reading his notes, flipping from page to page at the speed of light. “Izuku!”

 “Hi.” Briefly, he looked up at the pair and then back to his notes. A second passed and then his head snapped back up to them. Quickly, he stuffed the papers into his pockets. His cheeks flushed a light red. “Eri!”

 “Hi!” She let go of Mirio’s hand and dashed over to Izuku. When she reached him, she stopped and twirled around. “Do you like my hair? Aizawa-sensei did it!”

 “Wow!” Izuku smiled before freezing. Taken aback, he gaped and stared at her hair. Looking at Mirio for confirmation, he repeated, “Aizawa-sensei did?”

 “With a little help from Nejire.” Having caught up, he pointed at the star in Eri’s hair proudly. “What do you think?”

 Recovering quickly, Izuku gave her a thumbs-up. “You look amazing!”

 “Yay!”  It was like she was filled with bubbles. Eri couldn’t stop bouncing as they walked. Mirio liked it and Izuku liked it and she was going to have an entire afternoon with them.  An entire afternoon with just the three of them!

 As they left the school grounds, Izuku and Mirio held out their hands. “Ready, Eri?”

 Their big hands soon engulfed hers, their warmth radiating to her bones. As she walked between them, she glanced up at each one. There was something familiar about this, about this feeling, about this action. She knew the word for this, once. Long ago, before the bad things happened.

 “Eri?” Concerned, Izuku peered down at her. “Is something wrong?”

 But she didn’t know the word, not anymore and she kept silent about it. Shaking her head, she asked instead, “Where are we going?”’

 “It’s a café nearby,” Mirio answered eagerly. He wore a striped shirt and Eri vaguely recalled seeing a book about a stripped man and having to find him on every page. “Have you been to one?”

 A café. Eri considered the word, rolling it in her mind, but she wasn’t quite sure what it meant. “No.”

 “You’ll love it,” he promised, jutting his jaw out his toward Izuku. “He picked it.”

 Caught unawares, Izuku’s skin flushed a deep red. Nodding quickly, he pulled out the papers he had been reading before. “I asked everyone in class and compiled a list of the best places. This one won. It’s highly recommended by all the girls in my class.” Rambling on, he gave Eri a glimpse of the surveys. One of them looked a little scorched, like the writer hadn’t wanted to respond.

 “Girls,” Eri repeated. She remembered, faintly, two other girls the day they saved her. The same age as Izuku. They had been kind, she remembered. “Are they coming too?”

 Izuku blinked, surprised. “No, not this time—unless you want them to? I could call them.”

 Eri bit her lip, considering it. She liked the kind girls. Their hands were as warm as Izuku’s but she didn’t know them. It scared her a little. Biting her lip, she slowly shook her head.

 “No?” Mirio confirmed, squeezing her head gently. “Then that’s fine!”

 “It’s fine?” she asked, looking at up at him for confirmation.

 “More than fine!” Mirio beamed down at her and she tightened her grip on his hand gratefully.

 It didn’t take long before they stopped at the entrance of a building. Eri gazed up at the glass windows, stained with the image of an elegant white horse. A horn jutted out of its forehead—was he hurt? It had to hurt, right? Did the other horses hate him?

 She could still feel the small bump on her own forehead, the horn that just wouldn’t fully vanish. Despite her hair curtaining it, it was like having a target. Everyone could see it, she was sure. Everyone could see it and know just what she did, just what she could do. Was that horse like that?

 Before she could ask, Mirio let go of her hand and held open the door. “This is it,” Mirio announced, bouncing back and forth on his heels. “Unicorn Café.”

 She took an uneasy step forward. “Unicorn café?”

 “Don’t worry, they don’t get many customers at this time.” Izuku smiled at her, assuring her when she hesitated at the threshold. With his encouragement, she scrunched her face determinedly and took a step in.

 A wall of sound, of smells hit her. Eri wasn’t sure she knew enough words to describe it all, to understand just what she was experiencing. Something fresh and sweet lingered in the air and the soft sound of music surrounded her.  It was a quiet, soothing sound, the words so faint she could barely hear it.

 It was overwhelming and she stood there for a few minutes just soaking it all. Izuku fidgeted next to her as she took in everything. Images of horned horses were everywhere—painted frolicking in meadows on the walls, on light fixtures, even the food at the counter seemed to match. It was pretty, so very pretty.

  Finally, unable to wait any longer, he asked, “Do you like it?”

 There was only one possible answer. Eri nodded happily, raising her arms out wide to gesture at the place. “I love it!”After a moment’s thought, she lightly tugged on his hand. “What is it?”

 “That’s great—” Izuku froze mid-sentence. “What is it?”

 Expectantly, she looked up at him.

 “It’s…uh…” Flushing red, he started to make funny hand gestures as he tried to explain. He almost started to flip through his notes before realizing it was pointless. “It’s…a place you can—”

 “Do you remember the fair?” Mirio cut in, saving his friend. He closed the door behind him and stood next to the pair.

 Eri nodded.

 “Remember all the good food?” He asked next, his grin broadening if possible. Excitement rolled off him in waves and Eri could feel herself getting more and more energetic just by looking at him.

 She nodded even quicker, her entire body shaking with the motion.

 Mirio paused dramatically before announcing, “This place also has a lot of good food.”

 “Ohhhh.” Looking at the place with new eyes, Eri gaped in awe. She could still taste the food from the stalls, better than anything she had ever been served before. If this place was anything like that, then she really couldn’t wait.

 Mirio chuckled before motioning toward the counter nearby. “Are you hungry?”

 She was almost vibrating from the speed she nodded. Looking around, she noticed most of the store was empty, with only a few tables and chairs filled here and there. Picking the closest one to her, she clambered on it, remembering what happened the last time Aizawa-sensei had taken her out for food. In a few minutes, someone would come with a menu and they could pick food and—

 “Uh, Eri?” Izuku called out awkwardly, snapping her out of her thoughts. Facing him once more, she realized that neither he nor Mirio had moved yet. “We go to the counter to order here.”

 Eri cocked her head, bemused. “No menu?”

 “The menu’s at the counter,” Izuku explained, pointing behind him. Examining the wall behind him, Eri noticed a black sign with words and numbers on it covering the top half of the wall. There was yet another drawing of the horned horse on it, his fur in all the colours of the rainbow.

 “Oh!” A little embarrassed, she hopped off the stool and followed them to the counter. There was a glass case there, filled with more food than she could name. Tentatively, she approached it. Neither Mirio nor Izuku said anything. A little bolder, she pressed her face to the glass. Still, they said nothing and she studied the food on the other side. There were a few she recognized, such as cupcakes, cakes, and chocolate. There was something that looked like a giant square of chocolate and another that looked like a cookie with filling on it. Even the top of the counter was filled with sweets, jars upon jars of them. They were brightly coloured and Eri licked her lips.

 For a moment, she remembered listening to stories about the witch’s house, the sweet home that fattened children up.

 “Can I get you something?” A soft voice hissed, and Eri jumped back.

 Looking up, she spotted a snake-person on the other side of the counter. She had a shock of red hair, almost like a wig, and her tongue flipped. A witch! Scared by her eerie yellow eyes, Eri ducked behind Mirio’s legs. “W-who—”

 “It’s ok!” Mirio stroked her hair, crouching down to her height. “It’s ok.”

 “I have that affect on a lot of people. Ssssorrry.” Eri peeked out and peered up at the snake-girl, her expression unapologetic. There was something stiff about the way she held herself, the tone she spoke with.

 Trying to smooth things over, Izuku held out his hand. “You’re Asui’s friend right? She suggested we come here.”

 “Asssui?” Immediately, the snake girl perked up, almost smiling. Eri watched, fascinated. Smiling. People who smiled like that couldn’t possibly be bad. Even if she still looked a little scary, she couldn’t be a witch. “Sssshhe sssent you?”

 “Yes.” Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. “She said she’d come next weekend.”

 “Sssshee did?” The snake-girl’s smile was even broader now, hints of white teeth peeking out from between her reptilian lips. “That’sss…” Then, as though remembering herself, she stopped smiling. “What are you getting?”

 “Huh?” Izuku blinked, flabbergasted by the sudden tone change. “Oh right, uh….” He trailed off and looked down at her. “What do you want?”

 “I…” Eri stared at the food. There were so many choices, so many things to try. Even more things she didn’t know the name of and could only point at. The colours memorized her and her eyes darted from one to the next.

 “Hard, right?” Still crouched next to her, Mirio laughed as he gestured at the display case. “Everything looks so good!”

 “Yes!” A little more seriously now, she went over each item. There was a price tag next to them and she glanced at Izuku and Mirio. They’d have to pay for this. Money was hard to get and they’d have to pay for it. Steeling her resolve, she pointed at the chocolate chip cookies, the cheapest item she could find. “That.”

 “The cookies?” Studying them for a moment, Mirio looked back at her. His tone was gentle as he asked, “Are you sure that’s all?”

 No, not at all. Swallowing, she nodded. “Yes.”

 Izuku frowned deeply.  Pointing at the cakes, he asked, “Are you sure you don’t want one?”

 Quickly, she shook her head. Her hands gripped the edge of her overalls, digging into the fabric. “I’m fine.”

 “Alright.” Mirio stood up, smiling. He hunched over, stretching his knees for a moment before standing straight. “We’ll get a chocolate chip cookie then.”

 “Huh?” Izuku gaped, eyes wide as he turned to his senior.  “That’s it?”

 Ignoring his protests, Mirio added, “I’ll get brownies, strawberry cheesecake, a chocolate croissant, and macrons.”There was a sly smirk on his face, something Eri didn’t quite understand. “You?”

 Izuku stared at Mirio for a long moment before a soft oh escaped his lips. Turning to the counter, he overeagerly pointed at several items in the display case. “I’ll have all of those!”

 “That much?” Amazed, Eri gazed up at her hero. How could he fit it all? She patted her own belly. When she grew up, would she eat as much?

 “No—yes—uh….” Nervous, Izuku ran through almost every iteration of a response before hanging his head. “Today, yes.”

 It depended on the day? Eri squinted at his belly. Could he eat more on other days? “Wow!”

 “Yeah, wow.” Izuku turned back to the snake-girl. “That’s all.”

 “You ssuurreee?” Her tone wasn’t biting, despite her words and sharp smile. “You might have missssed a few thingssss.”

 Turning a bright red, Izuku shook his head frantically. “I—I don’t—I’m good.”

 “Nice work!” Laughing, Mirio punched his shoulder before heading to the till. “I’ll pay for everything.”

 “What?” Izuku patted his pockets before pulling out his wallet. “I can cover my share.”

 “I’m your senior, let me do it!” Mirio insisted, pulling out several bills and waving them in the air. Winking, he added, “Aizawa-sensei gave me some cash.”

 “That’s not really…treating...” Hesitantly, Izuku rebuked him, biting his lip

 “That’s true!” Mirio cheerfully responded, not looking at all ashamed. “I’ll grab everything, go get a table.”

 Izuku hunched over, his hands on his knees, as he faced Eri. “Let’s sit?” When she nodded, he straightened and then led the way back to the table she had claimed earlier.

 Gripping the edge of the seat, Eri clambered on it. Her feet swung once she settled in, unable to reach the ground. It was almost like being on a swing, though she wasn’t moving anywhere. In a few minutes, Mirio returned, the tray in his arms laden with plates of food and three glasses. He placed a glass in front of each of them and Eri stared at the brightly coloured drink in amazement. “What is it?”

 “It’s a unicorn slushie,” Mirio explained as he handed her a plastic spoon.

 “I’ll help!” Izuku stood up quickly, grabbing the plates before Mirio could wave him off. He set them down with a soft clatter and Eri stared at the desserts and baked goods in awe. They all smelled so good! The plates were very cute, brightly coloured flowers on the white plastic.

 “Thanks!”  Sitting down himself, Mirio gazed over the spread in front of him. “What are you going to eat first, Eri?”

 “My cookie?” Eri asked, not understanding the question as she scanned the table only to find it in the very center of the table. Before she could stand on her chair to grab it, Izuku moved it closer to her.

 “There you go.” Izuku pulled a brownie closer as well. “Wanna try it?”

 It was a big brownie, a light brown square that smelled heavenly. Her belly grumbled slightly as she slowly shook her head. “It’s yours.”

 “I want to share.” Izuku pushed the brownie closer.

 Before she could refuse again, Mirio cut off a piece for himself. “If you can’t finish it yourself, just say so!”

 “You can’t eat it?” Eri looked at the brownie once more. It was awfully big. As big as her hand, even. If Izuku couldn’t eat it, then that was an entirely different matter. “I’ll help!”

 “That’s—that’s right!” With a strained smile, Izuku gestured helplessly at the cakes piled up in front of him. “I can’t eat all of this, please help.”

 Eager, Eri stuck her spoon into the brownie, scooping out square. Chocolate burst into her mouth as she bit into the warm, airy sweet. Closing her eyes, she gave a delighted moan. “Yummy!”

 “Very yummy!” Mirio nodded in agreement as he bit into his piece. Rubbing his chin, he scrutinized the desserts before pushing forward a plate of cheesecake. “Let’s try this next!”

 She didn’t even wait this time for Izuku’s approval. Almost a dozen more plates were pushed in front of Eri, allowing her to sink her mouth from one delicious bite to the next. Chocolate, vanilla, firm, soft—she sampled a variety of flavours, of textures. There were a few she hated, grimacing as she chewed. Izuku quietly moved those plates away, and he and Mirio efficiently finished them off.

 Her drink sat in front of her, untouched, until Mirio pointed at it. “Thirsty?”

 Now that he mentioned it, her throat was dry. Eri pulled the multi-coloured drink closer, leaning forward to stare at the very much divided layers. How did they stay like that? “What is it?”

 “A unicorn slushie. Doesn’t it match your shirt?” Mirio declared proudly, his questioning sounding more like a fact.

 Looking down, she pulled the neck of her overall open to look at the shooting star on her shirt, a rainbow trailing behind it. Peering back her drink, her eyes widened in amazement. “They’re the same!”

 “Why is it called a unicorn slushie instead of a rainbow one?” Izuku mused, his brow furrowed. He softly muttered under his breath as he considered it. “The straw is the horn? Rainbows are sometimes associated with unicorns, but why is that the case?”

 Before he could veer entirely off track, Mirio chided, “You’re over thinking this.”

 “I’m n—“ Izuku glanced at Eri, who was staring at him with wide, curious eyes, and his shoulders slumped. “I am.”

 “I like listening!” Eri gave him an encouraging smile. “It’s funny!”

 “Funny?” If anything, Izuku wilted a little more. “I see.”

 After looking at her drink once again, Eri tugged his shirt. “What’s a unicorn?”

 “That’s a—” Izuku dug into the brownie now, carefully carving out a small piece. Once he understood her question, he snapped his head back to her. “A unicorn?”

 “No wonder you reacted like that!” Mirio smacked his forehead. He laughed as he leaned back and shook his head. “We skipped step one!”

 “I should have asked you about it.” Izuku sighed and slumped forward, hanging his head. After a moment, he perked back up. Fired up, he confidently gestured at the painted horned horses on the wall. “That is a unicorn.” When she didn’t react, still looking at him expectantly, Izuku’s smile waned and he rubbed his arm self consciously. “It’s a…a…a horse. A magical horse.”

 “Magic?” Eri gasped, amazed. Horses could have magic too? Did all animals have magic? Eyes wide, she leaned forward. “Like what?”

 “Like…uh…” Izuku scratched his cheek, thinking hard about it. Pondering it, he frowned deeply. “What do unicorns do?”

 “Magic—they’re like doctors!” Mirio took over for Izuku immediately. “They can heal people.

 “Wow! They’e all doctors!” Eri bounced in her seat, images of horses dressed in white lab coats in her head. Staring at the pattern on the walls, she added nervously, “People won’t hurt them right?”

 “No! Absolutely no!” Izuku waved his hands frantically in front of him. “People love them!”

 “So they’re ok?” Eri lightly touched her own horn, more of a bump now than anything else. “People like them?”

 “People love them,” Mirio corrected, ruffling her hair. “Unicorns are amazing.”

 Amazing. Despite the horn. No, because of the horn. She thought about it for a moment. “I want to see one.”

 “See…one…” Izuku blanched, frantically looking at Mirio. “That might be…”

 “A great idea!” Mirio nodded in agreement. “We can go and search for one next time! Who knows where they might be.”

 “Mirio!” Izuku paled and he glanced at the excited Eri. “Are you sure—”

 “It’s fine!” Mirio took out a napkin and doodled on the back, creating a small map of the school grounds. “We can search all over, every weekend even.”

 If possible, Izuku grew even whiter. Eri tried not to laugh—he looked like a ghost, almost, with the way his hands shook. Maybe ghosts had magic too? Eager, she clambered up onto her seat to examine Mirio’s map. After a verifying that it looked good, she peeked up. “Every weekend?”

 Steamrolling right over his junior, Mirio gave Eri a thumb’s up. “It’ll be a lot of fun! We can go to many different places.”

 “Yay!” Eri almost jumped out her seat, excited already.

 Realizing he couldn’t fight this, Izuku swallowed and nodded. He took the map, stroking his chin as he considered it. “Ok, I’ll figure out where we can look—do they like forests or are cities fine or maybe—“

 “You really have a plan for everything!” Amazed, Mirio laughed. Then he glanced at his phone and sighed, his shoulders slumping. “But not today, we have to go.”

 “It’s already time?” Surprised, Izuku looked at his own phone to confirm. He rubbed his neck as he read the digits. “Oh.”

 “Already?” Eri gazed sadly at the piles of half-eaten snacks around her. Her belly felt ten times bigger, and she rubbed it. Maybe they could roll her home; her belly felt like it could burst.

 “He’s right.” Izuku gave her a helpless smile. Nervously, he leaned forward and asked, “Did you have fun?”

 Eri bounced eagerly. “Yes!” She spread her arms out, as if to envelop the area. “Cafes are amazing! Let’s come again!”

 It didn’t take long for them to leave, stacking up plates as they cleared the table. Izuku almost tripped, his stack toppling before the snake girl swiftly ran over and steadied the plates. “Be careful.”

 “Sorry!” Flustered, he started to bow and the stack swayed in his hands.

 “It’ssss fine!” She kept her hands firm on the plates, glaring at him. “Don’t bow!”

 Eri giggled—the snake girl was definitely not scary at all. She even took half of Izuku’s plates with her. Beaming brightly, Eri waved when they’d finished cleaning. “Bye bye!”

 “Wait a sssecond.” The snake girl pulled open a drawer, pulling out a rainbow coloured lollipop. “Here.”

 Eri stared at it. “Huh?”

  “It’sssss yourssss.” Insistent, she pushed it into Eri’s hands. “Take it.”

 “Ohhh, nice flavour.” Mirio licked his lips. “I wonder what a rainbow tastes like?”

 “A rainbow…” Eri slowly peeled off the wrapper, plopping the lollipop in her mouth. As it turned out, it didn’t taste like much, more of a creamy, sweet flavour. After giving it a long, hard suck, she gave her final report to Mirio. “Sugar milk.”

 “Sugar milk.” Mirio nodded seriously, turning to Izuku. “It’ll be useful when we’re finding unicorns, they like rainbows.”

 “We’re actually doing that?” Izuku pulled out his paper, scribbling the note down anyways as they exited the shop.

 Once more, the trio set off, Eri sandwiched between them as they held her hands. She looked up at Izuku and Mirio, at their profiles as they walked, at their joined hands. She remembered this sensation long ago, this feeling of home, this idea of family. Sometimes, she used to spy other families walking with their children like this, swinging them while they smiled and laughed. Her parents must have done that too, once. The sensation still tingled in her fingertips. A ghost of a memory she’d almost forgotten.

 Yet it wasn’t gone, not anymore. Family. The word rolled in her mouth like the lollipop she was sucking. She had Izuku and she had Mirio and maybe, just maybe, she had Aizawa and Princess Nejire. And they weren’t her family but maybe they could be.

 They were holding her hands, after all. Their skin was warm in hers, their hold light, and even now they were smiling down at her. Family. This was what families did. Did they want to be her family—would they become her—Eri wasn’t brave enough to ask about it yet.  The words froze in her, like the sticky sweet taffy they ate earlier.

 “Eri?” Izuku smiled nervously at her. “Want to do this again?”

 “Yes!” Eri beamed happily at him.

 Perhaps she couldn’t ask yet, but one day, one day she would.