#idk felt something so clearly beautiful about today

[draigonboother]

It rained today. Outside the window, the rush of cars and wind and people running across streets yelling, the translucent darkness of the night seeping past the sliver of curtains. During the day, the air cold and crisp and gray: rain-slick pavement, rustling trees with darkened bark, wet leaves half-decomposed, mottled, pressed flat against the concrete. Strikingly beautiful, almost startling so. Has it always been this way, the groups of people laughing, their faces flushed with cold, the blooming flowers, the air fresh and languid and clean. Boots with shiny leather. Cold hands. Shoes soaked, hems damp, numb feet. Has it always been this way — the beauty of it all, of this, of everything. Red lights at dusk. Silvery puddles reflecting iridescent fragments of sky. During the day, the windows clear, misted over with raindrops: the pale light, the washed-out buildings, the dark outline of trees. The white sky, sunless. The glutinous wisps of skinny clouds. The sound of rain against glass. On the streets: girls in short leather skirts, their legs long and delicate and bare. Old women in puffy jackets. Children splashing in puddles. Don’t run, you’ll slip. Then: I told you to be careful! Blades of grass, thin, translucent like jade, bent and speckled with dew. Plastic cups of coffee half-drank, stippled with condensation. Labels completely soaked through, grayish with water, soft, the corners half-peeled and bunched into knots. How have I never noticed this before, the dark leaves like lace doilies, the coarse bark, the birds with glossy round eyes. Fluorescent lighting of the subway. Hard plastic seats. People hunched over their phones, screens smeared with fingerprints, jackets blotched with raindrops. Quick tapping fingers. Faces colorless in the light, pallid, some impassive, some laughing: eyes flickering, cheeks bunched up, teeth yellow and bared. Doors open: rush of wind, fading conversation, clouds of perfume. There’s no way he — I swear! Where do you want to get dinner? There’s a new place that just opened up down the street, I’ve always wanted to try —

Inside, hot water, yellow lights, mirror clouded over with steam. Silky soap swirling down the drain. Soft towel. Skin smooth, hot, dry. Clean clothes. Damp hair on cool sheets. Cold, filtered water dripping down my chin. The broad, almost plastic-looking leaves of my house plant, shiny and dark green. Streetlights outside, slightly blurred, softly shining red, orange, yellow. On my tablet: pictures of forests, knotted trees, sprawling fields of moss, everything bluish-green. Quiet, still. Books with thin, inky fonts, the g’s and d’s written just the way I like. Somehow gratifying everything is, this moment, perfect. Poems: tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother, if the dog were alive he would be drowning, in the spring the rabbits will find it and build their nest inside. The living go on living, and the dead go on living with them. The rain seeps in the cracks, and the trunk falls to the ground, and the moss covers it. Nothing is wasted in nature or in love. Opened windows. Whirring of cars outside. Soon, the lights will be off and blankets will be drawn in and tomorrow will begin. Tomorrow: what it will bring, no one can say for sure. But today was beautiful, it was. It was.

[luveline]

this is quite vague, sorry, but would you please write more for coworker James? maybe him and r are sneaking around to kiss or they go out or Sirius and Remus find out. Idk whatever you feel like!!

you and James at the end of a secret date | ty for requesting! fem

You kissed James because you had to. You’ve never felt that pull before, but he’d been sitting there on the step next to you, close enough to see the freckles on his nose and count them, and— well, it’s hard to explain. But you kissed him. 

So far, it’s working in your favour. 

“It’s fine,” James says, breathless where he’s kissing your neck. 

“No, I think I broke it,” you say, squirming away from him to see the lamp where it’s fallen. “Shit.”

James had been kissing you on his sofa and your arm had a mind of its own, moving backward, whacking the body of the lamp where it had been living innocently on the side table. Now it’s in five separate pieces on the floor, but James doesn’t care. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“I’m not.”

You laugh, a little lost in the way he’s touching you. James isn’t being too much, despite your legs spread around his hips to let him kiss you and the slip of your stomach that’s exposed itself. He’s kissing you hard, yes, but he isn’t grabbing anything too sensitive. He isn’t initiating, just kissing. 

“No, ‘cos– ‘cos I’ve broken it, I have, I’ll have to buy you another one. It’s from IKEA, right? It’s–”

“It’s from IKEA,” James affirms, lifting his face from your neck to meet your eyes. His lips are pink from kissing, the tip of his nose ruddied. “I can get another one any hour of the day. Can you stop worrying?” 

“No.” 

James laughs and holds your cheek. “No, I guess you can’t. And I was getting ahead of myself, wasn’t I?” He turns his hand, stroking your under eye with a careful fingernail. “It’s getting late. I should drive you home.” 

You’re crestfallen, then. “Is it?” 

He checks his watch. “S’almost eleven.” 

You have work tomorrow. You’ll have to wake at 6AM. But you don’t want to leave, don’t want James to get off of you, don’t want to go back to the office where you’re still pretending to hate him. 

Not very well, mind you, but pretending all the same. 

You’re distracted from your melancholy by the marvel of him above you. His hair seems darker than ever today, black and shiny and nice to touch, a tad mussed from your hands. You smooth down each wanton curl and get a good look at his eyes. His lashes… it leaves you breathless again, how long they are, how beautiful he seems. 

You’re dating, sort of. Not together. You can’t stay the night, you haven’t fucked, and he doesn’t seem to want to yet. It’s still early days.

You aren’t sure if you’d let him fuck you here, but he hasn’t tried. You’d thought the neck kissing was a precursor, felt heat blooming in your chest and somewhere lower as he held your nape. You can imagine it easily from this position, blood rushing to warm your chest, a tizzied kiss of it to match James’ blush. He’d touch you, and you’d let him. He’d push your shirt the rest of the way up and see you clearly. 

“James…” you say softly. 

“What?” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

He strokes your cheek. Your skin stretches gently under his touch, your eye squinting closed. “What sort of something?” he whispers. 

You wanna ask why he won’t fuck you. It would make sense —isn’t that what rivalry is, heated competition with poorly hidden sexual tension? Is that what you and James had?

“I’ve been thinking about something.”

“What sort of something?” he repeats with a laugh. 

“I don’t want to say it out loud.” 

James lets your head rest against the armrest and pillow smushed behind the top of it. He leans down to kiss you, a pulling thing you can’t help following. “Then don’t say it,” he murmurs, his nose dragging up your cheek as your lips part lazily. “Maybe I can guess.” 

“I don’t think you’ll be able to.” 

“You never have any faith in me.” 

You have much more in him as of late. James has yet to let you down. You kissed him and it’s like he refuses to be cruel about it, never letting you worry, eager in his reciprocation. Things are still confusing between you because you’re avoiding a conversation you’re too afraid to start, lest he want something casual. Instead, you’ve let him drag you deeper into his caging. It will hurt twice as much to ask now. 

“It’s stupid,” you say. “Never mind.” 

“It’s not stupid.” 

“No, it was.” You scratch his scalp as you know he adores. “It’s eleven. You can kiss me for at least another half an hour.” 

If he hears the hopefulness in your voice he ignores it. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna keep you up.” 

“Well, only if you want to.” 

“I always want to kiss you, you vexing woman,” he murmurs, shivers lining your arms and spine as his lips part against your cheek. He kisses downwards, sloven, half moon kisses, lightest scratch of his teeth on your neck. “Is it too immature if I leave a mark?” he asks. 

Immature? You have no idea. “I don’t mind what you do, just not above the collar, please.” 

You grow still as he tugs at the neckline of your shirt to expose your chest. It isn’t what you meant, and you’re not about to correct him. 

“Tell me if I…” He looks up at you, smiling nicely. “Just tell me if I take it too far,” he says. “Okay?” 

He plants a kiss over your heart. You hate thinking that he can feel it, hammering, betraying your deep feelings. “Okay,” you breathe.

[a-strange-familiar]

an angsty idea: f! Reader flinches during a steamy (not THAT kind of steamy) argument (bonus points for subspace) ends in fluff maybe idk, <33 ur work is *chefs kiss* ily ♥︎♡

Awww. ily too. Hope you enjoy, lovie 💗 and sooo sorry for the late <333

A/n : I got this request little over a year back and I wrote half of this and completely forgot. I got a random motivation to write this now. I really hope the anon who requested it will have a chance to read it. ♡

And also I reached a milestone (not a VERY big one, but its special to me) on my followers, thank you for all your love and support ❤️

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It's been more than three weeks since Y/n and Harry spent some quality time together. Harry was really busy with work and Y/n understood that and focused on her university work.

But it's actually bugging her. She can't lie saying that she is not feeling insecure. He is a very handsome man. Beautiful, sweet, respectful and understanding. And Y/n also know for a fact that there are many women out there trying to get in his pants or his life. But she know him, he would never do that to her. But she can't help but worry about it though.

So she kept herself busy with school and work both but she miss Harry, so thought about talking to him and having dinner together.

Today especially she had a worst day, not completely worst but worst day of the month. From the moment she woke she felt off. Something is not good and she had a terrible headache but still she went to college and later to work.

But in college she got a bad grade in a test which led up to her professor calling her to his office and giving her an earful. It's her mistake for not preparing properly for the test. And later she had to face a rude costumer at her work, and her whole mood got even worse.

By the time she came home she was feeling very low and sad. All she wanted was to cry her heart out and have some snuggles from Harry. She misses him soo much, they are living in the same house but lately doesn't feel like that.

She opened the door and stepped inside to find the lights are on, she thanked the heavens that Harry is home early. She just want to see him and kiss him.

She is feeling soo subby, not in a sexual way. She wants to be taken care of and loved. She wants Harry to hug and kiss her tears away. She just wants to be near him.

She went inside and figured that Harry is indeed home and in his office. As every step she takes she hear his voice taking in phone with someone and he is clearly stressed and angry.

She went near the door and contemplated about knocking the door or directly opening it. She decided to knock first, she faintly knocked and the talking stopped for a second and continued.

She waited for a couple seconds and slowly opened the door.

There he is, sitting in his office with his phone in one hand and eyes on the laptop infront him with his brows furrowed and visible tension and tiredness his face.

Y/n sticked her head inside the room without entering completely and called his name.

He looked at her for second, and smiled. It's not his smile. It's not a smile at all. He just made his lip form a thin line and nodded his head to let her know that he acknowledged her presence.

She wanted to call his name again but she didn't. He is busy and that's visible, as much as she wants his attention she knows better that interrupting something important.

She turned back and went into their room. Maybe after a bit he will be able give her his attention.

She showered and wore one of Harry's t-shirt and did her night time skincare. And after a good one and half hour she decided to go to Harry and talk.

She knocked on his office again and but this time she heard a faint 'come in' .

"Hi baby" She said softly

"Hi , love." He said in return and looked at her for a second and got back to his work.

Y/n fidgeted with her fingers and thought of something to talk about.

But Harry broke the silence. " how was your day ? "

She felt relived that he asked about it and that she didn't have to start the topic.

"Um.... not very good actually." She said

He looked at her with his brows furrowed and asked "What happened, baby ?"

"Just not feeling good and didn't have a good day at uni and at work." She shrugged

"Ohh, I'm sorry, love."

"Harry do you think we can watch a movie and talk for a bit. I don't really feel good. I could use some cuddled and a kiss." She asked shyly.

"Um...... " he started .

"I'm sorry but I really can't right now ,baby. I have so much of work. I can give you a kiss though." He said and got right back into his work.

Y/n stood there without moving. She wanted to be understood, all she wanted was his attention and his closeness.

For weeks she has been an understanding girlfriend and gave him space and let him prioritize his work, but she had enough.

"Harry, it's been weeks since we spent some time and shared an actual conversation. I have been patient but I think you should be understanding to my needs too." She ranted all her thoughts inside her head.

He lifted his head for his laptop and looked at her with an unreadable expression.

She really wished to know what was going on in that head of his.

"I know. I'm sorry that I haven't given you any attention in weeks but I have work to do, Y/n. I can't abandon them and look after your needs." He said that last part in a very mocking way that made her wince internally.

She sighed and started "Harry, I think -"

"Y/n, I don't have time for your chit-chat. Can't you see I have work to do ?" He yelled at her with fuming expression on his face.

Y/n was caught of guard by the yelling, and flinched and her face colored with shock and fear.

She was never in an abusive relationship that made her react this way. But seeing Harry yell at her made her pretty sacred and also Harry can be pretty scary when he is angry.

By seeing her reaction Harry's eyes softened and regret was written all over his face.

He was about to open his mouth and get up from his chair when y/n took a step back and murmured a small 'sorry' and left the room in a hurry.

Harry's heart clenched seeing that expression on her face. He wanted nothing more than to take those words back. Seeing tears in her eyes was the last thing he wanted to witness. But he already made her cry.

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Y/n rushed to their room with blurry vision and tears streaming down her face. She wiped her face and got onto the bed and buried her face in her soft feather like pillows.

She cried and let her heart feel the pain for few minutes before she stopped.

She wanted to go somewhere else and give Harry some space, but she can't just go to anyone's house in the middle of the night and crash. So she had no choice but to be in their house.

After few more minutes she heard a faint sound of their bedroom door opening but she didn't open her eyes or peered up at Harry to see what he is doing

He got on the bed beside her and ran his hand down her back slowly.

"I'm soo sorry, love " He whispered.

"I really, really am. Work is hectic and I was going through something at office and took it on you. Im sorry and I know I have been distant lately. It's absolutely my fault and nothing to do with you. Im just an arrogant son of a bitch."

He kissed her head let his lips linger for few moments.

His words sounded sincere and y/n also knew he really didn't mean to yell but it's still hurt her.

"Can you please look at me ,baby ?" He asked her in a pleading tone that she couldn't ignore.

She slowly turned towards him and looked at him, his eyes were sad and regret colored his face. She felt bad for a second.

"I'm sorry baby." He said again as he caressed her face gently with his finger.

"Can you please forgive me, my love ? " He asked her as he looked into her eyes with soo much love.

She nodded her head and gave him a small smile. No matter what happened it's really hard for her to be mad at him for long time.

He returned her smile and kissed her lips softy. "I'll make it up for you , baby. What do wanna do ? You still want to watch a movie?"

She shook her head. "No. I think I want to get some rest."

His smile faltered a bit and he felt disappointed but he gave her kiss and stoked her hair. "Whatever you want , my love"

"Can you can lay down with me for a bit if you are not busy ? " She asked in a soft voice still not wanting to come between him and his work.

His smile grew as he laid on the bed with her and opened his arms wide for her to hug him and cuddle.

Without wasting any time she went into his arms and snuggled with him.

He kissed her head and murmured "I love soo much, love. I will never ignore you again "

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[lovexjoe]

Filming Pieces of Her

warning: smut, age gap, some fluffy

A/N: I had a request for Jacob and a younger co star smut idk what happened to the inbox request but here you go!

Synopsis: Y/N plays Andy who is 20 while Jacob is Michael Vargas who is 31. After their kissing scene Y/N had to take a break.

She doesn’t get it at all. She’s 20 and he’s 11 years older than her! How is she crushing on this man so much?! His fun personality and that goddamn accent doesn’t help it either. The set was being filmed in Georgia today then we’re flying out to Australia to finish up the rest. Andy her character was a simple girl so the glitz and glam wasn’t necessary. The director just asked for Y/N to apply simple makeup so here she was preparing for the hotel scene. Where Andy and Michael kiss and there’s clearly sexual tension between the two prior.

It’s fine ….. at least you’ll kiss him and get it out the way right? You applied your concealer and left it there to dry a bit to get more coverage. A tap on your trailer making you jump.

“Come in!” The door immediately opens with Jacob holding smoothies and a small pouch.

“It’s too late to grab dinner so I managed to get us smoothies. Could you help me apply this stuff” he waves his makeup pouch. He is just too cute.

Jacob was known for his role as Armando in Bad Boys. There’s something about him in a fuller beard and more reserved that turned you on. He sits in the empty chair beside you and watches as you finished up your makeup.

“Honestly you don’t even need that stuff you’re beautiful already.” He casually says as he sips his smoothie.

“Flattering me at this time at night is dangerous, Scipio” you jokingly wiggle your brows at him causing his cheeks to turn pink

“I’m just saying” he puts his hands up innocently.

You dab little dots of concealer on his little imperfections, you didn’t mind them but he had to be camera perfect. Jacob was beautiful as is. You stood between his legs, blending out the concealer while he’s looking up at you. His eyes are sinful. They could make anyone fold.

“Are you nervous? ….for the kiss?” His hands rest on the side of your thighs and you didn’t know how the fuck you stood still cause you wanted to melt right then and there.

“A little bit?….given it’s my first kiss…” You put his finishing powder on and started packing up the products.

“First on screen kiss? Well im honored”

“No Jacob….uhh my first kiss ever….” He thought for a minute as to why anyone would wait this long to kiss someone as enticing as you. Then he remembered you’ve been modeling for most of your younger years and only recently started acting. You barely had a regular childhood.

“Well…” He now stands behind her, looking at her through the mirror.

“Like I said, I’m honored.” He places a soft kiss to her temple before heading out to set.

Oh she was done for.

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Filming the hotel scene

Michael: (sighs) I’ll take the couch

Andy: You’re not sleeping in here. Get your own room

Michael: That’s not how it works

Andy: Well I’m not comfortable with that

Michael: And I’m not comfortable with letting you out of my sight. So….tie me up if it’ll make you feel better, but neither one of us is leaving this room.

Andy: *glares in frustration and sexual tension*

Director: Cut! Good job guys. We’ll finish the rest in 10 minutes. You walked off to grab some water and freshen up. Your nerves getting to you. Andy is the one to initiate the kiss and you don’t know how you’re gonna have the balls to do it. You pep talked yourself in the mirror. He’s just a guy after all.

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Director: and ACTION!

Running, fast as you can from someone who could potentially kill you. Trying to find an escape in a panic, was there multiple? Michael was caught up at the hotel with an intruder and I don’t even know if he’s okay. I’m out of breath and I can barely hold on but I’m running. I don’t want to die. I see a fence up ahead and I do my best to climb it. I felt someone grab my leg and I let out a cry for help hoping someone could just save me

Michael: hey hey it’s me it’s okay. I got you. They’re gone.

You drop down into his arms and let out a cry you’ve been holding. Your mom’s secret causing complete chaos to your life. Your heavy breathing subsides and you look up at him. He’s been protecting you this entire time, risking his life for you. Was that time at the bar real? The way he was looking at me, my body couldn’t resist this any longer. I pulled him in for a kiss. A long awaiting kiss.

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Characters aside, Jacob’s lips were so soft and his hands felt so big and warm around my waist. We were told that the kiss should last a few minutes. I let out a soft moan, his hands coming up to caress my face as his tongue slips in my mouth. My god. I could stay here. I started to suck on his tongue and he lets out a groan.

“And CUT! Perfect job guys we’ll take a 30 and finish up.”

When we both pulled away, we look at each other for a few minutes then I excuse myself. I headed straight to my trailer not speaking a word to anyone. I’m hot and completely bothered. You took off your jeans since they got ripped from the hooks on the fence. You threw it on the floor, utterly flustered from that kiss when Jacob comes in unannounced.

“H-hey” you said nervously. He closes the door and locks it. Not saying a word to you, eyes on you like you’re his prey. That innocent sparkle in your eyes as if you didn’t just turn him on in ways he didn’t realize was possible. He sits on the couch just watching you, your legs were tightly pressed together trying to find some relief. He notices and lets out a small laugh.

You narrow your eyes at him, this man knew exactly what he was doing to you. You walked over to him, straddling him as he places his hands on your ass.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned him as you take in the scent of his cologne.

“You’re clearly in need of some relief and I’m tired of acting like I don’t want you.” He guides your hips on his leg and you left out a soft gasp. His lips meet your neck as he unbuttons your white bottom up. Your character Andy wearing the most see through top and a black bra has been beyond distracting.

“Jacob!” You let out a moan as he sucks in your neck. He pulls away resting his forehead against yours.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Do you want this?”

“Y-yes” You move your hips against his leg as he pulls you in, getting lost in your lips. Trailing his kisses down to your neck then your chest. He pulls down your bra, massaging your breast, placing one nipple in his mouth. Your moans only being music to his ears. Your clit starting to feel simulated as you kept moving in the same spot.

You call out his name knowing that you were close, you felt your wetness against his jeans.

“Keep going baby, cum on my leg. I’ve got you.” He held you close with one arm as his other hand continues to guide your hips. You could barely even coherent a sentence you were just moaning out for him, reaching your peak. Still you were craving more.

“J-Jacob please touch me. I want you!” He lets you ride out your first orgasm holding you close.

“Before we go any further, please let me take you out to dinner first. It wouldn’t feel right to do this here.”

Oh a gentlemen he is. You agreed and hoped this blossoms into something more.

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[kakushino]

Number 10, sickeningly sweet fluff, Kyojuro, SFW. Perhaps the first confession, was my first thought, but I leave it to your masterful discretion 🤲

𝖄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙, 𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓’𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚?

𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱

AN: Does this count as confession? Idk but it was forced into my brain by the voices. No beta we die like Sabito

APOLOGIES - I answered the wrong ask! This is the one I was supposed to answer ( @glitchtricks94 ):

I will be writing your ask soon though :(( I'm sorry again

The flowers were numerous in front of you, every colour of the rainbow, and some of them even more, and you had to take a few moments to think what you wanted to pick. The shop owner was busy with another customer - something about a wedding? - so you had plenty of time to contemplate.

Roses, a classic, with variety of meanings depending on the shade. A blue one for his uniqueness, or a bold red to state your feelings clearly? Neither felt exactly right.

The damp thick smell of flowers permeating the shop was so Kyojuro that you could never pass by a flower shop and not think about him.

There was a sunflower - last of its batch - in one of the vases. It still hasn't hit the full bloom, but the colour of it reminded you of Kyojuro's hair. The little description said it represented long life and good luck, best to gift to a family member! It wasn't exactly what you were going for though.

A glance told you he was about wrapping up with the other person, making you pressed for time. A bright flash of red and yellow caught your eye. You plucked the flower from its vase, nearly overtaken by the gerberas, which is why you hadn't seen it at first.

The tiger lily in your hand reminded you strongly of him - his hair and the openness of his heart. The tag said wealth, prosperity and good fortune.

He deserved that, he deserved only the best.

"Hello!" Kyojuro's cheerful voice cut through your thoughts, and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"Rengoku! I nearly got a heart attack!"

His cheerful laughter reverberated through your body, warming you to the core. This is how he should be - smiling, happy, content.

"Apologies! I didn't mean to cause you any harm! I was simply happy to see you today," his grin was as bright as him. Warmth flooded your cheeks. He had no idea how charming he was.

You were on a mission however, and you had to get to it before you lost your nerve. "Ah, could I please make this into something beautiful?" you showed him the tiger lily you picked, and his expression gentled.

"Right away." He took it, beaming. "Any occasion you want it for?"

You followed him to the counter, butterflies in your belly. "It's for someone special."

You didn't see the way his expression faltered as he added leaves and embellishing flowers to the lily. He hummed as he worked, his forearms flexing and drawing your eyes to his figure.

The small bouquet was breath-taking. A red and yellow framed by green and white, a beautiful arrangement for a beautiful man.

Paying quickly, you admired the flowers in your hands, your nerves set ablaze with anxiety, your face feeling hot as you tried to find courage.

You took a deep breath and met his eyes head on. "This is for you, Rengoku." You offered the arrangement to him.

His stunned expression was something you won't forget for a long while, as was the blush quickly rising to his face, the tips of his ears nearly glowing red.

The moment passed and a warm startled laughter left his lips. You smiled brightly at that.

"You're so sweet, aren't you?" His grin made you fall in love with him all over again.

[littledollll]

Hello! I really love everything you write, I know you must be busy but I have this scenario in my head that won't really leave me alone. It's a Larissa Weems x Reader angst with a happy ending and possibly smut? In my head it starts with unrequited love, reader is pining and courting Larissa, but L continues to reject r until r decides to slowly pull away and overall avoid her. Then groveling and pining Larissa, please give it a happy ending! Oh and if you can make it a smut with sub L, that would be so wonderful! Only if you want! Oh and if you decide that you can't or don't want to do this, it's completely fine! I hope you're doing okay!

Call it revenge

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: two posts in one day!? What is this! Idk how long ago I got this I’m so sorry, I was looking though my inbox and saw this I just knew I had to write it!

Warnings: unrequited love at first (both sides at different times), pinning, flirting, SMUTTT, vibrators, begging, edging

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“If that Addams girl is making your life impossible I’d be happy to offer some stress relief, Ms. Weems” you had come in to hand over some files she requested, and saw Wednesday walking out of the office with a proud look on her face, clearly she had gotten under Larissa’s skin.

“Thank you for bringing this in, you may leave.” She didn’t even bother to look up at you before dismissing you, you replied with a quiet “of course.” And walked away.

Your attraction to Larissa was no secret, of course you kept an air of professionalism around staff and students but in the rare moments you two found yourselves alone together you were more than open about how you felt.

“You look beautiful as ever Principal weems, I hope your day is as lovely as I find you.” you wouldn’t fail to give her a compliment whenever you ran into eachother in the halls. Larissa would offer you a smile and continue with her day.

It was shameless flirting and flattering compliments Larissa would only smile at, or scoff and then walk away, she didn’t really acknowledge it further than that. She knew it was more than joking around, of course she knew. But in her mind a relationship like this, teacher and principal, could never happen.

“I’m going to that new fancy restaurant in town for lunch today, just to try it out. I was wondering if you’d join me?” Your voice and face were full of hope, and Larissa had to prepare herself to strip it all away with a sigh. “I don’t think that would be appropriate. But enjoy your lunch, miss.”

“It’s just lunch, principal. But as you wish, I’ll be there anyways if you decide to show up.” Just like she expected and much to her dismay, all the excitement drained from your face. You replied monotone and tired, walking away.

She never showed to reciprocate your feelings and you seemed content with just making her smile until a few weeks ago. Now you were getting tired of the constant heartache, it was time to pull back, give up. In truth Larissa wanted nothing more than to give into your antics. And your heart would ache, smile would break, after she turned and walked away or dismissed you.

Eventually you did tired of this. Larissa would always have your heart despite how she treated you, but you couldn’t continue chasing after somebody so unwilling to even notice you.

You forced yourself to move on, step one with that? Cut contact. You only saw eachother in meetings and occasionally in the hallways, though after so long you knew which paths to take to avoid her best. If something was requested of you, you’d send it with a student, as you did with papers, messages and requests.

Larissa took notice of this. Of course she did. Your flirting and compliments had become part of her every day, she didn’t show or say it but it made her beyond happy, so of course it hit her when it all suddenly stopped. Usually you’d take any excuse to be with her at all and even more in her office, but now you avoided her like the plague, it had been weeks since she actually interacted with you.

It’s surprising, what it takes for somebody to notice that maybe you do want somebody in your life, that you crave and appreciate their presence. For her it was this, but maybe it was too late. She would sure as hell try to win you back anyways.

She’d purposely run into you now, give you that beautiful smile you always longed to see, and started it all with a simple “goodmorning” or “have a nice day, darling.” She knew how you felt for her, she knew it would work, slowly, but it would work.

You couldn’t avoid her anymore, she made it impossible. After that she started asking for you directly, making it clear that sending a student wouldn’t work. “It’s so nice to see you, love” always how she greeted you when you showed up in her office.

She’d call you out and specially ask for your opinion during meetings, the attention you were getting from her was more than you could ever wished for, it was working.

Until one say she called you into her office just to start conversation, something she had taken up on doing for the past few weeks. Only she didn’t expect you to come in upset and ready for confrontation.

“What’s your angle here, Larissa. First you pay no attention to me, for fucks sake you’d barely acknowledge I exist, then you reject me every chance you get, and now you start showing interest? What do you want? Do you just miss the attention?” She was shocked. That’s not at all what she wanted you to think, truly she hadn’t noticed how much she truly hurt you, of course she didn’t. She was too busy worried about what everyone else would think, instead of worrying about how you felt.

“No, no. That’s not it at all. Please, let me explain.” With a sigh you sat down on one of the armchairs and waited for her to speak. The only reason it hurt so much was because no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get over your stupid crush on her, so why not give her a chance to explain?

“I’ve been cold, mean, dismissive, I know that. And I couldn’t possibly excuse that but maybe if you just knew why, you could give me a chance- to maybe take you up on all those past offers, a chance to have us be more than employee and boss, and maybe even more than friends. If you’re still interested?” You’ve never seen Larissa so nervous, maybe that’s what helped you decide, it showed she really did care about making things right.

“Go ahead then.” You really tried to act uninterested but Larissa could see right through it, it made her happy, maybe there was still hope and she did have a chance.

“I’ve always appreciated your words. They made my day, as did your presence when you showed up around the office and always made one of your flirty remarks, trust me they didn’t go ignored in my head.” That made you smile, but you decided to contain it, you were still mad at her after all.

“Truth is I was afraid of what others would think because of the nature of what a relationship between us would be. I am truly sorry I never showed much interest, and even pushed you away every chance id get, it was immature of me to not just talk to you about this before, but that’s why I’m doing it now.”

You’ve never been one to care much about what people think, but it is true that Larissa has always been all about appearances, she cares deeply about this school and her job, it makes sense why she would be so hesitant. You can excuse that.

“I did- I do, want us maybe give things a try. But I only really noticed how much I wanted that when you tired and walked away. It’s why I’ve been trying to make up for all the things I should’ve been doing months ago. I apologize it took me so long to realize, and I apologize I didn’t even stop to think about how I could’ve hurt and confused you.”

That was it, the full confession was out. It was quiet for a moment, Larissa was anxiously bouncing her knee that was thankfully hidden behind her desk as she waited for a response. You seemed to be busy lost in your own mind, and Larissa wasn’t going to push, after all she had no right, not after everything she has and hasn’t done.

“I forgive you, I understand why you were hesitant, and I know how distance can make you come to realize things you never had before.” Larissa looked relieved and she was about to speak before you continued, “you’re also right on the fact you didn’t stop to think about the effects of your actions on me, but again, I forgive you.”

“Could I possibly make it up to you, darling? You deserve more than a simple apology.” There was nothing innocent about that statement, but you weren’t complaining. “Actually yes, come over, you’ll make it up to me tonight.”

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The second you two ran over boundaries you stated two rules: One, she wasn’t allowed to touch you. Two, she wasn’t allowed to make demands.

Larissa wasn’t sure exactly what she was expecting but it most certainly wasn’t this. It was torture to say the least.

“ohh please. please, touch me." That whining wasn’t getting her anywhere, it hadn’t for the past hour and it most certainly wouldn’t now. Maybe she expected you to give into her easily but this was a punishment, this was your way of getting revenge. “I am touching you.”

You held the vibrator against her clit until her moans got louder, puffy cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be stuffed as you pressed the toy against her slick entrance and moved it back to her tortured clit. You told her this was all she’d get, yet she whined and begged for more, you answer was still no.

“M-more please I need more. I’m sorry- please, I’m sorry” it was music to your ears, the sound of her begging for more, begging for you. Still, you weren’t feeling very generous today. “You take what you’re given, stop complaining because you’re coming like this or not at all. Quickly, chose.”

She cried into the bed, hips stuttering but pushing onto the vibrator. She made her choice. Her thighs were shaking and slick with her wetness running down them, and you turned the toy to its highest settings forcing a sob from Larissa as she finally reached her release.

She was reduced to pants and whines has her needy hips continued grinding against the toy. You allowed her that, little by little lowering the strength of the vibrations to help her ride her high until she again stuttered away from you, that was your queue to pull away.

You planted soft kisses up her spine until you reached her neck. Murmuring praises into her skin as your savored every bit of her. You felt her sigh, eyes shutting blissfully, basking in the warmth of your touch, in your gentle care.

You took note of how she remained ready for you, her knees against the bed, hips up. “Lay down, beautiful, let your body rest.” She complied with a whine, that was really it, you weren’t lying when you said that was all you’d give her. Though she was satisfied, she still aches to feel you inside of her. Perhaps another day.

“You’re mean, so mean.” She said, and her exhaustion was clear in her voice. You chuckled, laying down and pulling her on top of you. “I’m the mean one? This is payback for all your rejection, call it revenge.”

[cigarettestress]

Summary: Ben mourns over the loss of his voice. Idk,honestly read it and tell me😿

Author's notes : based on the headcanon generator (originally found on TikTok by @/k8iexq_ on TikTok) LOVERS ROCK BY TV GIRL MENTIONED!!!! I STRUGGLED WITH WRITING THIS OMG. Yeah idk how sad this is on a scale on 1-10 sorry:3 also i accidentally added Ben x taylor I didn't mean to 😿

And leave you with nothing

Ben felt the hot water running down his back and onto the shower floor, maybe a little too hot for comfort but he couldn't care about the heat of the water, or anything else when he only had the same memories replaying in his head. The same memories that have haunted him since he lost his voice, or more specially since he's heard the strange voice he now refuses to let out.

Ben still remembers those days clearly, the days before he lost his voice. He could oh so clearly remember the feeling of his vocal cords in his throat as he sang along to his favorite song, parents in the crowd. Now those same vocal cords are kept hidden away from everyone besides aiden. His voice once described as angelic and soft now replaced with a rasp sounds others would describe as being similar to nails on a chalkboard.

Ben knew his voice wasn't something he should hate, but he couldn't help it. it's a constant reminder to him that the future he once had was stripped from his palms. Ben knew there's other ways to enjoy music, his therapist told him in every session but singing was the thing that felt right to Ben, like nothing else could replace it. Then he hears a small melody in the back of his mind,

“Do-do, do-do-do-do-do Do-do, do-do-do-do-do”

Ben tries to remember exactly where he remembers this from when it hits him, the song Taylor was showing him earlier today, Lovers rock by TV girl. For a second his thoughts and problems disappear thinking about the joy on Taylor's face when showing him the song. Ben quite enjoyed it himself as well that's when he decides to try and sing with his new found courage,

“But if you're too drunk to drive And the music is right She might let you stay But just for the night"

His voice cracks up at right and night, not being able to correctly sing it without his voice cracking. Compared to the original it sounded like a broken vinyl, playing his voice making the song sound distorted and croaky.This exact thought makes him stop, his thoughts coming crashing down once more, his voice is nothing more than a painful reminder that this part of him is gone forever never to come back.

Aiden was use to hearing Ben's raspy voice, and a part of him was grateful to be one of, if not the only person to hear it. However what he heard now made him pause. He remembered hearing Ben sing before the incident. It was angelic, soft, something you're immediately captivated by. But what he heard now wasn't what it was before, it was grueling like nails on a chalkboard, at least to a stranger it would be, but to Aiden it still felt as captivating as it was when he first heard it all those years ago.

He stood there listening to Ben for a moment until it abruptly stopped. It was only then Aiden realized his signature smile was replaced with his lips slightly open in surprise. He didn't know what to do, what does he do? Aiden never felt such passion for something the same way Ben did for singing. So, Aiden didn't do anything; he looked back down at his phone and walked away, back to his room. It wasn't until Ben got out of the shower, almost an hour later, that he saw a note on his dresser. Feeling heat rush up to his face, and a small smile forming on his lips reading the note once more. “Taylor would think your voice is beautiful. :)”

[misguidedasgardian]

Desire & Duty (3)

3. Helaena & Aemond

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Summary: It’s all about Helaena and Aemond today ❤️

Pairings: Aemond x Targaryen!reader x Helaena

Warnings: Medieval ASOIF Customs, canon incest, cursing, polyamorous, incestous polygamy, Aemond is obsessed with his girls on girl love 😂,  breeding kink, oral sex, (f &m receiving), face sitting, cum eating, dirty kissing ANYWAYS, all of it Idk, is pure smut with little plot.

Wordcount: 2.8 k 

Notes: perhaps is too OCC to make them this horny it's is snowing where I am so... jiji I needed something to warm me up if you know what I mean

That morning felt you had died and were in one of the seven rings of heaven

You woke up with the sight of the sun hitting your sister’s beautiful silver curls,making them shine like they were made of glitter, she opened her big eyes and looked right at you, their pupils enlarged once she saw you, and they shone like amethysts 

You then looked up and Aemond was sleeping still, his breathing soft and steady, his arms wrapped around the both of you, grabbing you greedily, like you could evaporate in the middle of the night.

“Good morning”, you whispered, she misled sweetly

“Good morning love”, she greeted back. You felt a tingle in your belly, and even if you were a little sore you wanted to make love to them again, and you almost felt ashamed to feel like this

Helaena giggled, it seemed she had this ability to read your minds at times

“I want it too”, she confessed with a wide smile

You leaned in over Aemond, and kissed her gently, her hands went to the side of your face to touch you even more. Aemond moved under you, his hand went to your back to touch you gently, you both had clearly woken him up.

“You just woke up”, you heard him moan, clearly aroused, and surprised by the needs of yours and your sister’s. You placed your hand on his hard belly, and then your hand went down his stomach to continue until you reached his hard cock. He whimpered under you as you stroke him, but your attention kept being on Helaena 

You climbed over Aemond to be finally on top of your sister, your mouth was on her at all times, 

The first thing Aemond saw when he woke up was you between Helaena’s soft thighs. His sister moaned softly, grabbing her tits to have something to hold on to, as you licked a long stripe along her wet folds 

“You two are insatiable”, he admired, as he cradled sweet Helaena’s cheek and kissed her gently, drawing her moans on his lips 

You didn’t like that, you wanted to hear her, so you latched your lips on her clit while you used two fingers to tease her entrance. That did the trick as you finally heard her again, the whimpers and her sweet begging for more.

You didn't stop until her thighs were shaking and she screamed your name, cumming in your tongue when you ate her out more intensely. She was always so receptive to your touch, always, and you loved that.

You released her from your soft hold and left her whimpering, grabbing onto Aemond for dear life. 

He kneeled in the bed right next to you, as you both looked down on Helaena, trying to regain her composure

“We are off to a good start”, he purred, kissing your cheek, and then you mouth, wanting to taste your sister in your mouth. She whined underneath you, claiming for your attention

“She is a needy one”, he whispered, smiling wickedly, you liked this horny Aemond you were coaxing out of his shell. 

“Please”, she begged, reaching for you, “I need you”

“You have us”, you whispered at the same time as your brother.

Aemond dove in first, leaning over Helaena to kiss her

“You are going to give me babies as well, aren’t you?”, he whispered, “I know you want my seed”, she only nodded

“Yes, please”, Aemond grunted, please, and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself as you caressed his naked shoulder, and then his body, as he placed himself between Helaena’s thighs. 

She moaned when she felt him entering her, and you moaned also, wantonly, feeling so horny, wanting them both, bot you were left unattended

But like you believed, Helaena read your mind, signaling for you to be near her. When you kneeled by her side, she grabbed one of your thighs, and you obeyed what she wanted, you passed one over her head and hunched over her, your intimacy over her mouth

“Helaena… ah!”, you never had done this in this position, but she grabbed your thighs with her hands and made you sit on her sweet face. You felt her tongue penetrate your entrance and you screeched, moving your hips desperately over her.

Aemond grabbed the back of your head and made you lean in to kiss him. 

You devoured his mouth, stifling your moans into him, and she was just delving into you, his hands cupping your tits, pinching your nipples which made you buck your hips into your sister’s mouth. 

It didn't take you long to cum, the bare realization of what you were doing was enough to place you near enough of your climax. After you did though, you fought against your sister’s hands to release yourself from her. You were barely starting and you didn't want to be overstimulated just yet. 

You just laid next to your sister, caressing her softly, kissing her soft skin, as she was pounded by Aemond. 

You loved Helaena’s soft skin, she used to be so shy after giving birth to the twins, her skin around the belly was looser, but that only made it softer, and even more beautiful. you admired your sister so so much, she was a great mother, and she had been a great Queen, beloved by the small folks 

Aemond’s hands were on you, placing you on top of your sister, your ass and intimacy at his mercy. He grabbed the globes of your butt, hard. Helaena took one of your tits in her mouth, making you whine loudly 

 And that is how you spend all morning, pleasing Helaena, it was her turn after all.

You were already spent and it wasn’t even noon, as you let yourself fall by Aemond’s side, placing your hand on his chest, sticking your body to his side, just like Lena was doing on his other side. 

“You want children from both of us?”, you asked in a whisper, drawing invisible shapes in his chest, feeling his seed dripping out of you.

“Of course I do”, he said, leaning in and kissing the top of Helaena’s head 

He then released himself from your hold

“I need to get you something to eat, my beautiful girls”, he whispered tenderly, kissing the both of you and then he stood up from the bed and left the room after covering himself with a robe he found around.

Immediately you cuddle with Helaena, seeking her warmth. Dragonstone was beautiful but it wasn’t known for its warmth or sun.

“Do you want more children?”, you asked softly, and she only nodded

“Only for Aemond”, she answered gently, you only nodded, rubbing your cheek against her soft beautiful hair, caressing her head softly, “do you want to bear his children?”, she asked then

“Yes I do”, you answered with a small smile

“Do you truly believe everyone will be fine with us?”, she asked fearfully

“They love you”, you said seriously, “besides, the dragons does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep, they will get over it, as long as Aemond and the small council manage to help the people to recover front he war, they won’t care what we do in the inside of our chambers”, she nodded, chuckling softly

“You are right”, she whispered 

“What about Aemond?”, you asked then, and she looked at you with surprise

“What about him?” 

“I’m his Visenya, you are his Rhaenys”, you whispered sadly

“That’s not true”, she whispered with a shy smile, “he wanted to marry you first, I’m his Visenya, he married me because he pitied me”

“Or perhaps you are my Helaena and my (y/N)”, he said, surprising you both, you looked at him wide eyed, “and I wanted to marry you both since I found out from Aegon that you two liked to spend their nights together”

You both felt your cheeks reddened 

“You are not Rhaenys or Visenya, and I’m certainly not Aegon the Conqueror”, he said softly, “we are Helaena, (y/n) and Aemond”

You both smiled and reached for him, and he smiled

“But I’m going to need a second”, he chuckled looking down at his manhood, “and you both need to eat, what kind of husband would I be if I don’t feed my wives something else than my seed?”

You covered yourself hastily with the sheets when the door opened suddenly, and a group of servants came in, carrying trays of food, a small feast they placed over the big table in the corner of the room and then they left with blushed faces, trying not to look at the naked Queens laying in the bed. 

“I need some wine”, you giggled, getting up from the bed, grabbing a silk robe and covering yourself, and then walking to the table, you were indeed starving

Helaena rose too, and you admired her beauty, her nakedness, her beautiful hair loose, not a single braid, her mane looked like the one of a Lion, you then looked at Aemond, his hair also wild, loose, his sapphire there for only the both of you to see, he was so handsome, you had always thought so.

He caught you staring, and smiled, as he sat by the table and started snacking on the food with his fingers, you did the same, eating what you could,  sipping on your goblet of wine. 

But soon you were hungry for more.

You didn't know if you believed this was too good to be true, and you wanted to get the most of it before you woke up… Or what, but you were horny all the time, you didn’t want to leave this room, you didn't want to leave this bed… 

You looked at Aemond and you wanted to eat him, again he caught you staring and smiled, with a loud noise he separated the chair from the table, making a space for you in between them. 

“I think it’s Aemond’s turn”, you whispered, as Helaena sat and eat, you let her, walking towards your brother you sat on his lap, and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lip, his hands were on you in a second, opening your robe to touch your skin, he wouldn’t settle for fabric.

You abandoned his mouth to kiss him down his cheek, especially in the trail of his scar, and then his sharp jaw, and then his neck, to his chest…

But you wanted something else 

You released yourself from his grasp, to kneel between his thighs

“It's a crime to make you kneel”, he whispered huskily. Helaena just looked at you entertained, siping on her cup of wine. 

“You are my King, are you not?”, you teased, looking up at him through your lashes

“Do you want to go to bed?”, you only shook your head, placing your own robe strategically under you so it wouldn’t hurt your knees 

Aemond breathed in heavily, waiting with excitement was what to come.

With your fingers you undid the low knot that kept his robes together, undressing him, revealing his hard cock, you looked up at him and found him so handsome, so beautiful, even with his scar, especially with his scar. He looked like those drawings of the statues of the Valyrian Gods.

Even his cock was pretty, you took him in your hands and stroked him, making him moan, reaching for you, you leaned in until he could caress your head, your silvery locks just like his. 

You had never done this before, but you guessed it wasn’t hard. You pleased Helaena with your mouth, you could do the same for him, so you licked the tip softly, making him buckle under you.

You placed your hands on his thighs, caressing them, and you felt him tremble beneath you, you felt so powerful. One of your hands remained on his thigh while the other grabbed the base of his cock, it was big, not that you had anything to compare it to, but, you guessed that not even after your best effort you could take him while in your mouth.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t try. You took him in your mouth, just the tip and you sucked making him whimper in need, grabbing his own thighs, one hand over yours to prevent himself from grabbing you by the hair and pushing down on him, he didn’t want to push you.

You stroked his cock as you licked him.

“Fuck”, he moaned, as saliva started dripping down your chin, as you took more of him in your mouth. You felt yourself getting wet and you wanted more, more of him, more of everything 

You became more brave in your quest for giving him pleasure, so you sucked him harder, slurping noises spurring you on, and him, as he started bucking his hips into your mouth.

“I want to cum inside you”, he begged, as he was feeling himself getting hard.

So you released him, making a mess of yourself. He grabbed you roughly, pulling up towards him. You straddled him, whimpering when you felt his cock touch your pussy

“Come here”, he led his cock to your entrance and you just sat on him, impaling yourself in his length

You had been fucking for less than a day and yet, you were so comfortable, he had molded you to him, and you wanted it 

You grabbed you by your hips, moving you on top of his, feeling his cock inside you sparked pleasure in all your boy, making you see stars whenever you closed your eyes

He leaned in and kissed you, wasn’t sweet or tender this time, he was passionate and rough, like he wanted to possess you, to have you all to himself, you liked what you were discovering about him, you loved him.

You moaned loudly, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability to ride him properly, your legs folded and coiled with them, as you rode him up and down his thick cock.

“Aemond”, you whined, “lēkia”

“My love”, he whined, moving you even faster above him, making your hips buck forwards and backwards. That made his cock rubbed your clit, and consequently, made your head spin, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, and you could feel the knot in your lower belly tightening, teasing your impending release

Aemond looked over your shoulder at Helaena, who was looking right at you both as she was popping grapes into her mouth lazily

He stood up from the chair after grabbing your thighs to not drop you, you screamed when he went even deeper inside of you, he walked towards the bed and layed you upon it, and from here, he could pound into you like he wanted.

He ravaged you, he started fucking into you, hard, fast, even angrily, but you loved it, maoning desperately, your arms coiling around his shoulders, your nails scratching his skin. 

“Aemond…”

“Fuckin moan for me”, he said with a wide smile

Helaena wanted to interact, so she walked towards you both, as Aemond stood, still inside you, at the foot of the bed, Helaena climbed on top of you, like you had done, she kissed you, moaning when Aemond placed his hand on her body 

She gave open mouthed kisses all over your jaw, neck and chest, taking one of your breasts in her soft lips, licking, nibbling, sucking, making you cry out. Your hand sneaked between you, teasing her clit, and then her entrance, making her buck her hips, rubbing herself against you. 

 “AH!”, you moaned when you finally cummed, thinking you must have died, and truly be in one of the seven heavens. 

The night found you three cuddled together in the bed

“Is this how our whole week is going to be?”, purred Helaena

“We should not get badly accustomed”, you said back, “we are bound to return to King’s Landing”, you murmured sadly, thinking of a good plan to get the children from the castle and have them sent here, so you would never return to the continent.

“We are getting back only when I’m satisfied”, said Aemond and you looked at Helaena, shocked at what you had unleashed within your brother. His finger traced invisible figures in your naked backs. 

“And are you ever going to be satisfied?”, you giggled

“No, but, I will be when I get to know every inch of your needy bodies…”

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[simpforchuchu]

Could I get something with Tsukasa please? Idk maybe something cute idk I just love him so much

First Smile | Tsukasa Takajo x reader fluff

a/n: Hello, I’m struggling about writing too much these days but here it is🫡 It is all fluffy and soft 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

The blonde boy felt the absence of his best friend more and more every day. Going to school every morning felt like torture.

Today he used that road again, which he had not used for a long time. While walking slowly to school, he saw that the restaurant where he and Fujio had eaten was no longer there. A small cafe was opened in its place.

When he smiled at the memories that came to his mind and wanted to continue his way, he saw someone smiling at him in the corner. A cute girl, who he thought was around his age, was looking at him and smiling. Not knowing how to react, he gave a small nod and continued walking.

While the beginning of the week was bad as usual, Tsukasa took that route again on the second day. He didn't even know why he was passing there. Did he want to remember the memories again? Or were his feet pulling him somewhere?

While passing by the cafe, the young boy saw the same girl again. He thought she must be working here. After placing the orders on the table with a smile, the young girl raised her head and their eyes met again.

He wanted to turn her head and leave. It was annoying that someone would smile at him when he felt so miserable. But before he could react, the girl quickly came to him.

“Hello,” she said cheerfully. “We still have tables if you want to come.”

The young girl had a very sweet voice. He didn't know what a beautiful voice should be like, but Tsukasa could show her voice as the most beautiful voice.

“Thank you,” the young boy answered clearly. He had a cold tone as usual. “I have to go to school.”

The young girl nodded and smiled.

“We always would like to see you here, have a nice day.”

She was a kind person. Maybe she was just like that because of her job. He didn't know. But he shook his head and started walking again.

While he was dealing with a different problem every day at school, he wanted the days to end as soon as possible. The young boy continued to use that road throughout the week. He passed by the same cafe every day, greeted her with the young girl's smile and went to school. But he didn't even know why he did this.

School that day was going worse than ever. His friends were beaten and he didn't know what to do. He thought everything was pointless.

That day, the young boy passed by that cafe much later than usual. Although the young girl was surprised, she smiled again. He felt his heart ache when he looked at the girl whose name he didn't even know.

“Don't smile at me, please don't. I don't have the strength to smile back." he thought. But the young girl had already decided to walk towards him.

"Hello."

When she greeted with her usual sweet voice, Tsukasa didn't want to open his mouth. He was having a terrible day and was afraid of saying something wrong. Still, he nodded slightly.

“I think you're going somewhere, but something tells me you'll find answers wherever now you go. You won't regret it, you're making the right decision."

Y/n smiled as Tsukasa looked at the young girl in shock. When someone inside called out to the young girl, she turned around and nodded her head.

"Sorry. I have to go, take care.”

The girl, whose name he learned days later was y/n, he looked after her for a while as she left. What and how did she know? Even he hadn't decided yet to go see Fujio.

Even though it was a little scary, there was only a peaceful feeling inside him.

The next day, Tsukasa passed by that cafe again, quite late. He even thought the cafe was closed, but he came anyway. When he saw the tables starting to clear, he hesitated whether to go in or not. Moreover, he was sure that the girl would think he was crazy when she saw the dried mud on his clothes and face.

He decided to turn around and leave. But before he could turn around and leave, the young girl left the cafe with garbage bags in her hands.

When she saw the young boy covered in dried mud in front of the door, of course she had a surprised expression on her face. But then her gaze softened and she smiled.

“Good evening, unfortunately we are closing.”

"I know," Tsukasa said with a smile. The young girl smiled again when she saw him smile for the first time. “I came to see you.”

Y/n looked at him in surprise, there was no stern expression on her face but she was surprised.

“I wanted to say thank you. Face to face.Maybe I'm scaring you right now, I'm sorry."

“No,” the young girl giggled. “You don't scare me. I guess I was just a little worried and surprised."

Tsukasa smiled and nodded

“I literally rolled in the mud.”

Y/n laughed, Tsukasa thought once again how beautiful she was.

“Sometimes beauty cannot be covered despite all the dirt. I know you're a good person, so you don't scare me."

Tsukasa shyly muttered a thank you when the young girl suddenly spoke her mind.

“Well… how did you understand?”

"From your eyes. You had tired, bored but kind eyes. Now you look more hopeful but still kind.”

Tsukasa smiled again.

“Actually, I wanted to ask how you understood that day. Did you understand from my eyes again?

Y/n giggled.

“I can feel that you are missing someone, there was an uncertain expression on your face.Just… I just wanted to help you choose, I guess…. So how did it go? Did you regret it?

Tsukasa smiled again and shook his head.

“No, that's why I came to thank you. Tsukasa, Takajo Tsukasa.” The blonde boy introduced himself and y/n smiled.

“Y/n, nice to meet you.”

Tsukasa nodded and took out a small chocolate bar from his pocket.

“You must be tired after all day. Please accept it as a small thank you gift, y/n. Tomorrow, I will come again. To the cafe.”

Y/n laughed and nodded. She thanked him, took the chocolate and put it in her pocket.

As Tsukasa said goodbye, he felt at peace again after a long time. His best friend was coming back, but life wasn't as bad anymore as he waited for his return.

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[laventadorn]

Hi. Me again. In canon Umbridge finds out about Dumbledore's Army/Defense Club due to Umbridge giving Marietta Edgecombe (I think that was her name), Cho's friend, truth serum. But, I was speculating the nuance of actual betrayal, and forcing the younger generation to re-asses their house biases. Like, maybe b/c of the presence of a Slytherine, people just assume the worst of them. Harriet defends them. Only, for it to be a fellow Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw who sells them out to Umbridge. Whether you go there or not in your fanfic, I was just curious about what you think of the nuance of the positive/negative extremes of ALL the houses. I think it was confirmed Umbridge was in fact in Hufflepuff, which shows the fine line between loyalty and fanaticism. Pettigrew was Gryffindor; the fine line between bravery and ego. Ravenclaw can probably be so practical that they sometimes don't think about people's feelings. And through Snape (especially the way you write him ; chef's kiss) we see the nuance of Slytherine. And since you're keeping Cedric, I hope we get more POVs (however brief they may be) of the other house characters. I LOVE that you're expanding Harriet's circle of friends, slowly but surely. Hermione and Ron will always be her closest friends. But, I loved how we saw Cho, and even Fleur in 4th yr, Asteria - I hope we see more Millicent - so, I look forward to more of that goodness. I think that's one of the reasons why I keep coming back to your fics for re-reads. You've added nuance that I felt was lacking in canon. Anyway, thank you for writing such a beautiful story.

hello again! someone once said "JKR divided the human race into four groups and then ignored two of them," which i think is pretty accurate... and the older i get, the sillier the whole house system seems. my brain is not operating at its peak today, so some of this might be garbled nonsense or just repeating the obvious, but:

to me, the houses don't have any inherent value as a means of determining character. i think it would be more accurate to say that people are sorted based on how they want to appear to others or how they think of themselves. this isn't a bad thing per se -- i think it's neutral and natural. it might not even be conscious, especially when they're young.

we can read harry's experience this way, for example. dumbledore says "it's our choices that determine who we are" and cites the example of harry turning down slytherin and choosing gryffindor, but i would argue this is not because slytherin is inherently evil or gryffindor inherently good; harry made his choice based on how the houses were described to him. the sorting hat frames it differently than hagrid did (slytherin is the "way to greatness" vs. the bad people house). harry doesn't want to be bad*, so he just says "not the bad people house" until the sorting hat gives up. it's more like the house system reinforces beliefs or biases because you get 4 separate groups who establish what behavior is "the best," and then what could have been a minor inclination (or even a major one) gets reinforced into something bigger. hufflepuff seems to have the least issue with this, as helga is described in one of the songs as "tak[ing] all the rest," i.e. the kids that didn't sort into the other three houses with their prized qualities of courage, intelligence, and ambition. a person doesn't have to be smart to get into ravenclaw, they just have to prize intelligence (or want to be perceived as wise or intelligent). in her mind, umbridge could believe that she is very loyal to traditional wizard values, but in reality, she's just a sadist who loves control (fanaticism). peter probably wanted to be seen as brave because he was scared of everything all the time -- but then he wasn't actually brave, and this could've reinforced his inferiority, especially adding in james and sirius' bullying behavior and his own clearly mixed admiration and resentment.

idk, i'd like harriet to just realize the house system is so deeply flawed and largely based on pure perception as to be inherently meaningless. maybe she doesn't make a big platform out of it, but she's already pretty much decided this on a subconscious level from her interactions with asteria and snape. so if someone were to ask her, she'd say, "i dunno, it doesn't really seem to matter. just do what you think is right."

and: thank you! c:

ETA:

*it could be argued that harry doesn't want to go to the bad people house because the dursleys have always labeled him as a nasty, rotten boy etc. and he doesn't want to wind up in that position in the wizarding world. (plus, what child wants to be seen that way?) then he meets malfoy, who makes him feel small, and this reinforces his No Slytherin point of view. these are very child-appropriate concerns, so i'm not saying this is narrow-minded of the text; it feels quite honest, really. of course, this is just about Not Slytherin; the Hat puts harry in gryffindor based on what it senses in his personality. so maybe i'm undermining my own point :)

[the1975attheirverybest]

i just need some tender caring matty right now. im so touch staved and in need of some form of affection it's really hard for me at the moment sorry to bother you

I’m so sorry that you are having a hard time baby 💝 I’m here if you wanna talk about it. Never apologize! You’re not bothering me at all!! Here’s a little something. Just wrote this on the spot and I’ve been having major writing insecurity, so idk if it’s any good, but I hope it can at least make you smile.

———

Matty smiled and sprung to his feet as soon as he heard the door click open.

“Hi, baby!” He chirped as he watched her walk into their home, and peel off the layers of clothing she’d stuffed herself into earlier that day.

She was caught off guard. She hadn’t expected him to be home yet. In fact, she distinctly remembers him saying that he would be at the studio all night tonight. Which is why she hadn’t bothered to even smile. The surprise shaking her emotions even more.

Matty’s brows furrowed as he made his way towards her. Even in the dim light of their entryway, he could see the look on her face. “Hey…what’s the matter?”

His soft, cooing tone was tugging at her heartstrings. She forced herself to smile weakly. It wasn’t his fault that she’d had the worst day imaginable. He was clearly in a great mood before she walked in, and she didn’t want to bring him down. She shook her head, “nothin”

Matty knew her too well to believe the lie. He placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently and watching her relax as his simple gesture had located the pressure points in her body. He smiled softly at her. “Hey, tell me what’s going on…”

She looked up at him, his eyes twinkling, his beautiful hair hanging loosely all over his face, a loving smile reflected on his lips. The sight of him, alone, could make her forget all her troubles. She felt herself breathe again. Her mind slowed down. The spiral she had been caught in seemed to unwind. Perhaps for the first time today.

“Just- umm- had a bad day.”

Matty’s face scrunched, as if feeling sympathy pains. Her wrapped her fully in his arms, squeezing her to his side and kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, my love.” He spoke against her head. “You’re home now. Bad day is over.”

She felt her lips physically curve into a smile as she leaned her body weight onto him.

“C‘mon. Sit down.” He led her over to the couch where he’d been sitting moments ago. “Take a sip of this, it’ll help.” He handed her his tea mug before slotting his body behind hers and proceeding to massage her shoulders.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting backwards.

Matty giggled, “careful you’ll spill your tea.”

“Just- don’t worry about it. Keep doing what you’re doing -that feel so…good.”

He smiled, pleased with his own skillful touch.

He was right though. Moments later, she felt her body relaxing into mush, and she worried she would no longer be able to hold up the mug. Placing it back on the coffee table, she crawled up the couch to snuggle him. He pulled her into his lap, her legs draped across his body, her feet hanging off the other side. She rested her head against his chest, sighing deeply and taking in his scent. They remained perfectly still for a long minute.

Once her mind had returned to the present. She looked up at him through her lashes. “You’re home early.” Finally noticing what she’d been too stressed to acknowledge.

“George and I ended up finishing a whole song. Wrapped up earlier than expected. And thank god I did, cuz you needed me.”

She smiled, nodding at him.

“Well, what do you say I go get us some dinner? Little takeaway. I’ll run you a bath to enjoy while I’m gone. We can eat, then, when you’re ready, I’ll fuck you nice and good. Make sure you forget allllll about your day, hmm?”

[doctorweebmd]

Dropping by to say I have been reading Battle of the Bands this weekend and not only has it CONSUMED MY LIFE for the past weekend (and ruined my sleep schedule), but it has also had a really big effect on me and I am sitting at home right now in front of my desk, working from home in my silly little corporate job with this big achey feeling in my chest knowing I'm coming to the end of a fic I've really loved.

I'm sure I will be spewing comments when I actually get to the end, but I just wanted to let you know that I think you're a fantastic writer! I feel really inspired by the way you write metaphors, like I truly sit there like dayuuuum I gotta get me some of that!!! Bonus points for the fact they are always so hilarious and on point! And they read as very natural, like you just plucked it right out of your brain and didn't have to agonise for hours to think of something like some people (mentioning no names.... Me). I sat down and splurged an extra 800 words into my current WIP this morning because reading your fic has me so hyped up and inspired. It's the best feeling, and I know you can be super hard on yourself or critical of your own work sometimes!

Just know, as a reader I am totally absorbed, your writing style feels so unique to you as a person in the absolute best way, you clearly have a natural talent for storytelling and a wonderful way with words.

And I wanted to be able to tell you that, not even on anon!!!!! Thank you for sharing all these wonderful works with us (best believe I will be gulping down the ones I haven't read next)

❤️❤️❤️

AHHHHHH PLEASE i've read this message like 10 times already today. The fact that its coming from such a talented and accomplished writer like yourself is seriously such a huge compliment! game recognize game or something like that lmao

I saw your comment on the first chapter the other day and squeed in joy! to be honest since its an 'older' fic (even though its just two years old!!! the passage of time is meaningless!!!) i dont really get comments on it anymore BUT reading your words made me so excited and want to reread a couple of chapters!!! man i love that story. it was such a blast to write and honestly i miss those kids. out of all the endings i've written i think battle of the bands might just be my favorite one idk just... falling in love and finding success together and finding a partner in someone you respect and want to grow and change together... and writing the cheesy songs they sing together and AHHH i miss them they make my heart so warm

BUT. i'm so so so so thrilled that you wrote more on your WIP!!! adlfkjalksjdfalksfj ahh that seriously makes me so happy!!! please keep writing your beautiful words and changing people's lives and putting smiles on people's faces!

gosh thank you so much for your kindness!!! i've felt so weird and disillusioned about by bnha writing for a little while now, to be honest, so to hear this from you was something i really really needed. thank you so so so so much and i honestly can't express my gratitude for your thoughtfulness. i love you you're amazing and thank you x500

[angel-dust-222]

This is the main remainder to never compare your beauty to any one else.

Others beauty NEVER EVER take yours off please rember that.

Even if you see or hear that some one is « the most beautiful person in the world » that didn’t mean that you can’t be it too !

Even more when the comment came from some one else, beauty is variable from a person to an other. Even if the person comment someone and not you it’s didn’t mean anything about you.

If you doubt it think to 3 person you find beautiful in your life (with the same gender I find it easier) and you’ll see that most of the time you can’t tell witch is the most beautiful or at least will recognize that those 3 persons (even just 2) can be as beautiful without taking off the others beauty.

Don’t forget neither that some people are mean and try to push down other for free and can use this subject to hurt you even if you are Venus on earth. I’ve read that a producer (didn’t remeber the name) use to say that Marylin Monroe was ugly soooo you see beauty is something very relative.

From what I’ve heard some people sometimes can event use it as a flirting technique (one of the worst if you want my opinion ahah)

+ Beauty has a lot to do (in my opinion) with the vibe you give and/or with the way you present yourself to the world, you’re subconscious mind, your childhood, the way you’re been raised and treat as a child and teen maybe young adulthood too.

I use to have a friend, very beautiful like everyone compare her to Naomi Campbell all the time, she dress very well, (etc.) and I SWEAR that when we were alone she was always depress and sad because she thought that she was ugly and awfully dress because she has some family problems and probably childhood trauma.

She always find a way to prove that to herself, while been super beautiful and very well dressed up. And guess what even thought everyone find her beautiful she can’t believe it and keep persuading herself (for real) that people said that to comfort her. She sabotaged a lot herself with men in general, etc. OR she was attracting to her weird stuff and bad comment from strangers. Acting “weirdly” (not a judgment at all but to try to explain it in the easiest way) with people she valued or been attracting to toxic people. So you can be as beautiful as a flower and still persuade yourself that you’re not. In the other opposite I have a friend, very cute, she was very good with herself, has a good and normal childhood and parents, good boundaries, (etc) and the world LITERALLY open in front of her.

A last example, one of my teacher witch is very handsome use to behave very badly with himself like you can fell how much he didn’t seem to be good with himself and guess what from what I’ve seen when he was younger (from old pictures) he seem to be more “underground” (IDK how to describe it differently, it’s not the exact term but easier to explain it) but in a unwanted way, like be underground it’s not a problem at all but I think it was more of a struggle for him like you can feel it in the picture that he was clearly in pain and behave like this as a consequences.

And today even though a lot of the girls at the university (we are all +18 witch is the majority in Europe where I live don’t worry XD) find him super super handsome, or even if he play a lot with his image it’s like the young boy that seem to don’t love himself is still here AND OH GOD YOU CAN FEEL IT, like he clearly don’t see himself like most people do. Like you can still feel it alive in him. I do not criticize his old look but it’s just that you can felt in his old pictures that it’s was the result of bad experiences in his life that probably traumatized him. Experiences that’s probably block him today to be maybe more in peace with himself.

But all of this to say, beauty can be very subjective, beauty can be cultivate in everyone, most of the time we aren’t objective with ourselves, and the others are often a reflection of our subconscious mind and childhood experiences.

Even though it’s can maybe be hard, (I’m still working to practice it myself) hard to goes against bad habits that came from childhood, family/friends/“socials” dynamics but life will support you in this path !

Love yourself life will give it back to you, all of this is mind and energetic game, with personal history, environment conditioning and and maybe some karmic and/or toxic environment.

Never listen to bad comments on your looks, others limiting beliefs on beauty, love, (etc) family, friends comments, “social norms”, (etc.) DESTROY THEM in your mind, (the comments not your family or friend ahah) embrace yourself and see the world transform and them embrace you like you did. Repeat to yourself that they’re all wrong until the world conform, it’s work.

Tells yourself stories believing they will manifest and they will, pray (if you believe) do art, meditate, heal your mind, ancestral past if you believe in it, same with karmic if you believe too. Change where you gives your attention - mental diet - (Tv, Netflix, YouTube, TikTok, etc). Even if it’s hard cut with toxic friends and/or family members, take a break, give to yourself what you’re inner child need, do EFT, running, yoga WHATEVER you want or need to do to feel better and transform you inner world so your outer world is going to transform.

And a other little comment, “society” (media, advertising, etc) and “toxic people” have a lot to win of our shadows and insecurities. For financial reasons, make us bought thing, (etc) or just to manipulate us when it’s come to our environment, like how many narcissist use this to break and/or control their victims. To bring down others to appear more shining, to stuck people in their mind and stop them being really themselves and do good, goes towards their goals (etc) to be the only one “shining” with their fake light.

Follow you’re own path, forget the world when it’s to heavy, create your own beauty inside, believe in it and the world is going to follow your way

🤍🤍🌙🤍

Happy 2023 to everyone 🤍🌙

They say Venus takes many forms 🐚

[finsterhund]

Watching my world record run to remind myself that I have skills and aren't entirely a failure and right at the beginning I mention that I haven't eaten?

And yeah, that takes me back to the chemotherapy where I was straight up fucking starving.

And I felt better back then than I do now because Cazza was still alive.

So it's a testament that even though I'm eating better now that doesn't automatically mean I should be better now because clearly losing her is more significant than going hungry in my mind.

I should buy a new wifi adaptor or wire through Ethernet from my roommates room to mine (the router is in his room fjgkgjfjdjd) and then try to stream again. I know I'm able to beat the easy and normal PC runs too. Easy. And I would have if Cazza hadn't died. I never really got back to streaming after. My friend is bringing back his Minecraft server and I want to ease my way back into playing that as well. It will be fun to hang out in real time with friends.

God I really did just try speedrunning maximum involvement in every single hobby I have an interest in trying to feel something and they all failed. I need to remember that HoD is the most beautiful perfect thing in the world. And while I love plants and primitive technology and stuffed animals that HoD is my big thing. The ultimate special interest. The one that unlike Power Island, doesn't hurt me to open my soul into.

Fishy got me a rock tumbler that I'm really excited about and another package that's arrived today I haven't opened yet and I am excited thinking about tumbling small stones and making my own stone beads. I'm certain if I make a day out of building a neolithic hand drill that will also be fun. I need to remember that I'm allowed to have fun. I also need to learn how to make mistakes.

New years resolutions maybe.

When I next get to go to fabric land I'm going to buy some of the exact type of fabric the original Sly or Sly II's heads are made of (velveteen and/or upholstery cotton respectively) and see if that has any bearing on working with the pattern or not. I also have decided I need to aquire more random scraps. Gotta find packages of scraps when the thrift stores have them. I'm even starting to consider getting worn out stuffed animals with the intention of taking them apart and rebuilding them. I've always felt bad about that but so long as they aren't thrown away by the end it's a victimless crime. They're still being appreciated and taken care of.

Again, I wish eBay wasn't so damn expensive. Stupid shipping.

There's a local quilters guild that interests me. I'm so paranoid of human interaction I'm scared I won't be accepted as a young man who has an atypical disabled relationship with the hobby as a newcomer. It's something I should really try to work past more often. I have no clue if they're still even active due to COVID shit but I should at least try to turn up for one of their themed days.

But I feel that seeing people in person working on the craft will help me build skills and learn things.

Will also says he's thinking about getting into soft sculpture so maybe he'll share the stuff he's doing online.

Idk. I'm not entirely down in the dumps this new years but it does feel I'm just drifting aimlessly in life. With Cazza everything felt perfect. It was our blue sky grassy field orchestra music moment. And now it's gone. There is ultimately no overcoming of death except in memory.

The little spectre Sly head (the one I just made out of felt) seems to be the best I've made yet. Despite omitting the horn and ears I've got the snout at the right level of pointiness. Maybe even overkill for a spectre. But that makes me how that I'm going to continue to get better.

I am glad I've had things like the crying dog and Sly to keep me going though. And my friends who love and appreciate me so much it's actually staggering to think about it too deeply. I wish the internet gap wasn't a thing. It's funny. I feel id be no less further from my friends if I was living in the middle of the prairie away from everyone else.

Someday.

But for now there's Sly.

[angeltreasure]

Hello ☺️ (long post so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Not sure if you remember, but some time ago I asked you about going to conventions and falling back into old ways as before I was saved, this was a big thing that resulted in celebrity worship for me and I’d been tempted to go to one that would also end up in missing some church as well as meeting celebrities who I don’t even know and spending extra $$ just to get there as well. WELL at the time, I brought tickets for this and planned to meet a celebrity and for the last few weeks I’ve felt kind of convicted (because the convention is coming up in a couple of weeks) I didn’t know if I should go because on one hand I kept having these old feelings like I was starting to idolise this person again but at the same time I’ve been feeling like why on earth would I waste my time going to this to meet someone for 2 seconds and probably see people from when I wasn’t saved and who God purposely removed from my life y’know? So today I made the decision to not go and I’ve had a partial refund for the tickets and I wasn’t even that bothered about that in the end, it was more like a not going back into old things.

I’m sorry this turned out so long but I really wanted to tell you because it feels like a win and I actually feel relieved like God out that on my heart and celebs and FOMO is just something really that social media makes us believe is like something bigger than it is idk 😅

Good Morning!,

No worries I don’t mind long posts, reading is one of my favorite hobbies.

Oh yes!!! I remember you. You stand out in my mind to many of the asks because I feel we have a similar thing we experienced about the idea of celebrity worship. (For those who didn’t see that ask you first sent, I was explaining to this anon how I suffered from that celebrity worship in the past, which lead me into the door of the occult. I have left that door and left celebrity worship since going to confession and penances.)

I know how hard this was to make as a decision. I want you to know that I am so proud of you for making the decision not to go! Everything happens for a reason. God removed those people because He knows they aren’t good for you. By avoiding places you know where they might definitely be present, we can avoid occasions of sin. Now you can use that time for something good, true, and beautiful. It definitely is a win!

The more you train your mind to avoid occasions of sin, you will see how overtime you are calming the waves of mortal sin, you will see more clearly just how much God gives you the grace to grow closer to Him when you say yes. Yeah FOMO is definitely a social media thing, no doubt. In reality, you aren’t missing anything, you just need to become aware of what your true priorities should be and act upon them.

Have a very blessed Sunday. 🙏🏻

[simpforchuchu]

For Todo, what about a sequel to the amazing piece were he was dating Kohei's twin. More angst but ends woth some fluff. Like he meet Kohei and they talk.

Todoroki x Amagai!Reader | Part 2

a/n: Hello! I know it took so long but finally i finished it 🥰 It is so long and idk why i wrote this too long but sghehdh Hope you like it ❤️🌸 Thanks to @your-hannahbanana for helping 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: blood, injury, fights, scars, swearing and usual hnl warnings

Part 1

Todoroki looked nervously at his reflection in the glass door of the cafe. He straightened his shirt and took a deep breath before opening the door.

They were slowly healing with y/n after their long talk in the park. There was no anger or resentment, but it wasn't easy to be the same after such a big fight.

They talked often and tried to feel like they used to. Today, they were going to meet for dessert at the place where they went on their first date.

When the young boy entered the cafe, he unintentionally smiled when he saw his girlfriend at the table where they were sitting on the first day. She looked like a fairy with her sweet flower-designed dress and flower-shaped clips in her hair. But when he noticed that she too had a nervous expression on her face, he pulled himself together to make him feel comfortable.

As he slowly walked towards the table, y/n felt someone approaching her and turned her head to the right and saw her boyfriend. To hide her nervousness, she smiled broadly and stood up.

Todoroki hugged the young girl tightly, placing a small kiss on her hair, which still smelled of shampoo, and y/n closed her eyes happily.

They were getting better and everything would be better.

As always, they both talked about how their days went. They ordered their favorite desserts and milkshakes. In fact, Todoroki shared his with her, as y/n finished her dessert too quickly as usual.

It was a beautiful day, Todoroki felt like the old days. But he could clearly see that the young girl occasionally tensed and looked uncomfortable.

Did he make her feel uncomfortable? Or was she afraid of him now? Was it too early to meet?

He had many questions in his mind, but when he examined her a little more, he realized that she was looking around. Something else must have made her feel uncomfortable. He slowly reached for her hand on the table and looked at the girl who turned her head towards him.

"Is there a problem ?"

The young girl smiled and placed her hand on the hand holding her.

“I was just watching around, it's okay.”

Todoroki immediately recognized her fake smile. But he still didn't say anything, nodded and tried to enjoy their date.

***

After a sweet day, Todoroki was walking home with y/n. Todoroki looked at her in surprise as the young girl stopped her steps and held the hand that was holding her hand tighter.

“Yosuke… I have something to tell you, but please don't be mad at me.”

Todoroki turned to the young girl and squeezed her hand, trying to reassure

“I feel like I've been followed by someone for a while.”

Todoroki looked around as Y/n said in horror. When he couldn't see anyone, he shook his head and stroked the young girl's cheek.

“Do you have any idea who they are? Did you see anyone?"

Y/n quickly shook her head.

“I haven't seen anyone I can describe or feel suspicious about, but that's just how I feel. I think it might have something to do with Kohei.”

Todoroki frowned

"What do you mean ?"

Y/n sighed.

“After the fight with you… you know he pissed off a lot of people. I don't think I'm the target, but I'm afraid they'll do something to him."

As much as Todoroki hated Amagai, he was y/n's twin brother. He could understand her concerns. And they could hurt y/n to hurt him. He nodded and hugged her tightly.

"Let's go home okay? I will deal with his."

Y/n nodded and they continued walking.

When they got to the front of the house, y/n looked at him sadly.

“I ruined our day, I'm sorry.”

Todoroki shook his head and smiled at the young girl.

“You didn't ruin anything. I wouldn't want you to hide this from me. I'll find a way, okay?"

Y/n smiled and nodded, rising on tiptoe to place a kiss on the young boy's cheek. She waved with a smile and Todoroki responded with a sweet smile.

When Y/n entered the house, he turned to leave and ran into the last person he wanted to see. Amagai was getting out of the car and walking towards him. His brows were furrowed and he had a disgusted expression.

"What are you doing here?"

Todoroki looked at him with one eyebrow raised. Really, not punching him was harder than anything

“I left y/n home.”

Amagai rolled his eyes when he answered in a cold tone.

“She could have called me”

Todoroki took a step and stood in front of the young boy.

“You better admit that I'm her boyfriend. I don't know how much longer I can ignore you so that she doesn't get upset."

It was really bad when two egoists came face to face. For the first time, Amagai felt someone's gaze and cold voice crushing him.

"Stay away from my sister-"

Todoroki spoke angrily

“You care about your sister now? You knew she was dating me for months. And even she didn't know anything, you used her. You were about to ruin both of our lives. How can you speak now?"

Todoroki had a hard time holding back when he walked up to the blond boy. Amagai, on the other hand, continued to get nasty even though he knew what he was saying was true.

“Y/n will be in danger next to a punk like you-“

Amagai's words were cut off by Todoroki's sarcastic laugh.

"You don't know anything, do you?"

Amagai did not understand.

"What are you talking about ?"

“Y/n thinks someone is following her. She’s always nervous, haven't you noticed?"

As Amagai looked nervously at Todoroki, Todoroki continued.

“You got in trouble, didn't you? Whatever the fuck you're doing, keep y/n away from it-"

Amagai was enraged, the tall boy didn't react when he grabbed Todoroki's collar hard.

“I'm right, right? You know who they are. If they hurt her-"

"Shut your mouth. Protecting my sister is none of your business. Stay away from her."

Todoroki slammed his hand down his collar and pushed him away.

"I'm warning you Amagai, if anything happens to her you will find me in front of you"

Todoroki left without looking back. He was worried about Y/n, but he thought that Amagai wouldn't put his own sister at risk from now on. At least he wanted to believe it.

***

Next day

When Todoroki entered the hospital, he didn't even know how he got here. His normal day had turned into hell with one phone call. When he went upstairs with the information from the info desk, Tsuji and Shibaman were running after him.

What he feared had happened. Y/n was hurt. When the hospital could not reach her family, they found him on the emergency numbers and informed him.

Y/n was hospitalized. She was brought to the hospital unconscious. And Todoroki didn't even know how.

When they came to the front of the said room, Todoroki saw that there were several doctors inside. Y/n had scars on her face and her arm was in a cast. When she wanted to go in in fear, the nurses took him out.

“Todoroki, calm down. The doctors are here and she is in the regular room. She must be in good condition.”

Todoroki let out the breath he had been holding for minutes as Tsuji patted his friend on the shoulder. He shook his head and sat down in the seats behind him. He was silent for a while and spoke with his fist clenched.

"I knew. I warned that bastard. I knew he was in trouble."

Shibaman looked at Tsuji. Neither of them understood anything.

"Who are you talking about?"

Todoroki spoke angrily.

“Her twin. Amagai. He didn't admit he was in trouble, but I knew. I warned him, y/n was nervous. I told him to be careful. He didn't listen to me."

Todoroki's voice was shaking. His whole body was shaking with anger. He was afraid. Y/n looked good but it could have been much worse. He was going to find her stupid brother before he find out who did this to her.

***

The doctors said that the young girl was in good condition and had a car accident. But Todoroki didn't believe it. He was waiting for Y/n to wake up.

It was true that it was a car accident, but he had a bad feeling. He could sense that there was another reason.

After a while y/n woke up. When she opened her eyes, seeing her boyfriend's face, the young girl tried to smile. She wanted to sit up slowly on the bed, but Todoroki didn’t let her.

“You need to rest, you just woke up.” Todoroki smiled as Y/n nodded. "Are you ok ? Are you in a lot of pain?"

Y/n hated the worried expression on Todoroki's face. But she was afraid of fighting again if she doesn’t tell the truth. She couldn't break his trust once again.

"I am okay. It doesn't hurt that much. Sorry for scaring you."

Todoroki took her hand and kissed her palm.

“All that matters is that you're okay baby. Didn't you see the car? Was it too fast? What happened ?"

Todoroki kept his voice very calm and soft. He wanted to know the truth, but he didn't want to scare y/n if it was really an accident.

Y/n nervously shook her head and looked into her lover's eyes.

"It wasn't actually an accident." Todoroki was listening to her, frowning. “Someone blocked my way. They asked about Ko-chan. It was clear that their intentions were not good. That's why I tried to escape. But I couldn't see the car when it suddenly jumped onto the road.”

Y/n nervously waited for her boyfriend to react. Todoroki, on the other hand, did not give an expected reaction. He shook his head and smiled.

"I'll find out who they are but right now you just need to rest okay? I'm here, if you want to sleep you can sleep."

Y/n was surprised that he remained so calm, but didn't say anything. She was safe with him, she loved the feeling.

***

When Todoroki came out of the room while y/n was sleeping, he sighed to see Tsuji and Shiba still in the hallway and fell asleep on the seats. He shook his head and nudged Shiba with his foot. When Shibaman opened his eyes and looked at Todoroki, seeing that he was calmer now, he poked Tsuji and woke him up as well.

“Y/n is fine, you can go home”

Tsuji smiled at his friend's relieved voice and shook his head.

"How are you ? You look tired, you should get some sleep. We'll go when you wake up-"

Todoroki quickly shook his head.

“I am fine. I don't plan on going to sleep until Y/n leaves the hospital."

Tsuji stood up to protest, but just then, in the hospital corridor, a blond and nervous boy was approaching them. Todoroki recognized him as soon as he saw him and Suzaki right behind him.

He couldn't hold back any longer as Amagai came towards him—he didn't want to—and punched the blond boy hard.

Amagai looked at him in surprise, and Suzaki couldn't understand what was going on either. Todoroki, on the other hand, was not satisfied with a single punch and wanted to strike again.

But Shibaman and Tsuji had kept him. That's why he started shouting.

"I warned you! I told you she was nervous, something was wrong. Instead of protecting her, you didn't believe me and she is hurt because of you!”

Amagai was holding his face. Todoroki's words hurt him more than the punch he had taken, and he had nothing to say.

“You didn't even try to protect your own sister! Y/n got hurt because of your stupid ego!”

Amagai wanted to answer, but the boy was right. What would he say? What could he say?

Suzaki did not react after hearing it. But he stepped forward to protect his friend.

As Todoroki and Suzaki looked at each other angrily, the hospital room door opened and y/n walked out, clutching the cast on her arm. When Tsuji let go of Todoroki, she walked towards her twin brother and stood in front of him.

Amagai was disgusted with himself when he saw the scars on his twin's face and body. He was so sad and remorseful that his eyes filled with tears. When he wanted to approach Y/n, the young girl stopped him with her hand.

"You knew and didn't care, did you?"

Y/n didn't have her usual sweet voice, it sounded rather cold.

“Y/n-“

“You used me. You didn't care that I was upset. I ignored all.I forgave you. But you didn't do anything even though he warned you, did you?"

Y/n looked at her twin with teary eyes.

“It is said that twins share the same feelings. But I don't think you have any feelings, Kohei. We are no longer just two strangers living in the same house. Please get out of here.”

“Y/n-“

"Leave!"

Y/n couldn't remember raising her voice to her twin before. Or that her heart has never hurt so much. But when Kohei left the hospital, she was sure that he too had grabbed his chest.

Clinging to the wall wearily, Todoroki quickly grabbed his girlfriend by the waist and pulled him towards her. The young girl leaned her head on her lover's chest and began to cry, holding on to his shirt.

Todoroki was thinking as he tried to calm her down by stroking y/n's hair. He was afraid that Amagai would do something stupid.

***

Kohei had not come to the hospital since then. Todoroki was taking care of y/n. Except Tsuji and Shibaman, Oya students had also come several times to wish the young girl get well soon…

But he knew that the young girl was quite upset. What she said to him more upset her than what he did. He knew that she didn't say the words willingly. But she had said.

When he came out of Y/n's room to buy something to eat, he didn't expect to see Suzaki coming towards him down the hospital corridor. He looked quite worried and tired. Todoroki stepped towards him and stood in front of the boy.

"What are you doing here ?"

Suzaki tried to catch his breath. He put his hands on his knees and bent down.

“Ko-chan, is he here!?”

Todoroki looked at the black-haired boy in surprise.

“Last night, he found out who attacked y/n-chan last night. I can not reach him. He didn't go home either."

Suzaki looked like he was about to cry. The two of them had no one left but each other. The more Todoroki thought about it, the more he thought how lucky he was to have all Oya.

Todoroki grabbed Suzaki's arm and dragged him out of the hospital. Y/n shouldn't have found out about this. He was sure that Kohei had done something stupid.

While Suzaki and him were sitting on the benches in the garden, Todoroki took a bottle of water from the vending machine and sat next to him. He handed him the water, asking him to explain what had happened from the very beginning.

Suzaki took a deep breath. He capped the water bottle and gave a small thank you.

“After leaving the hospital that day, he could not even stand. He did not speak to anyone for several days after he went home. Then he came back and started investigating the case yesterday. It wasn't too hard to find out who they were, but I know they're pretty crowded. He told me he was going home, but he never went home."

Todoroki clenched his fist in anger. He had anticipated that he would do something like this. He quickly called Shibaman and asked him to come out of y/n’s room. He explained the situation to him and asked him to stay with her. But Shibaman wasn't going to listen to him, of course.

***

When all Oya gathered in front of the school, Todoroki looked at them in surprise. Fujio smiled as Suzaki looked at the crowd in shock.

“Did you really think we were going to let you come here alone?”

Todoroki shook his head laughing and looked at Shibaman.

"Actually we were only going to come with Tsuji but you know"

While they were all smiling, Fujio approached Todoroki and punched him lightly in the chest.

“Usually you'd be the one to stop us before we did something stupid, but today we're switching roles.”

Todoroki smiled and nodded. Fujio turned to Suzaki and grinned.

“Don't think we're here for Amagai, after the fight I'll punch him too.”

***

The crowd had dwindled. It wasn't a tough fight, but it was too much for one person. When it was all over, Suzaki, Todoroki and Fujio were checking the rooms.

When Todoroki found Amagai injured on the floor in one of the upstairs rooms, he checked his pulse, frightened. When he took a pulse, he gently shook the boy on the ground.

"Don't die, don’t fucking die Amagai, don’t hurt y/n more!”

He looked nervously at him as he saw the young boy move. When Amagai opened his eyes, he didn't say anything even though he was shocked by the person he saw in front of him. No matter how much Todoroki hated him, he could see the regret on his face. Slowly, he lifted the young boy off the ground and put one arm around his shoulder to carry him.

When they went downstairs to the school, Todoroki looked at them in surprise with the person he saw at the door. What was she doing here?

Y/n had heard Shiba and Tsuji talking. She literally had escaped from the hospital soon after them. Seeing her twin injured walking with the help of her boyfriend, she rushed towards him in fear.

Both Todoroki and Amagai were stunned. As Y/n approached them, Amagai pulled his arm and faced the young girl.

Y/n just stared without saying anything.Amagai tried to speak, frightened.

“Y/n… I-”

What interrupted the young boy was the sudden embrace of his twin. He couldn't even care about the pain in his ribs. Y/n hugged him tighter as he laid his head on his sister’s shoulder and started to cry.

“You are a fucking idiot. You are a real idiot. But despite that, you are still my other half.”

Everyone in the room was quiet as the young girl softly stroked her twin's hair. Y/n had already forgiven him but could Amagi forgive himself ? Nobody knew that…

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