#idk if this is even everything hinting at it but this took ages already to compile and I think I might've gone crazy

[luvvictoria]

Not the time to think about it

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player! Ryomen Sukunax fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, smoking, 4 years age gap, kinda sad , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : HELP I LOVE BASKETBALL AU SUKUNA 💔

The Beginning of the End

Sukuna Ryomen had always been the center of attention. At 22, he was already a rising star in professional basketball. His towering frame, undeniable skill, and bad-boy charm made him irresistible to fans and especially women. With his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, and eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of danger, Sukuna had left behind a trail of broken hearts. To him, relationships were fleeting; love, a momentary distraction. He had never met anyone who could hold his interest for more than a night, let alone a lifetime.

Enter [name].

You were 18, and unlike anyone Sukuna had ever encountered. You were a quiet, studious girl, majoring in pharmaceutical health at the university. Your figure caught the eye of many, but it was your gentle nature that made you stand out. With [color] eyes that always seemed to radiate kindness, you were the opposite of the women who usually crowded Sukuna’s life.

You met by chance at a university charity event where Sukuna had been invited as a guest. You were there volunteering, organizing medical booths and speaking about health awareness. Sukuna, uninterested in the event itself, was walking aimlessly when his eyes landed on you. You stood out in the sea of faces, your simple beauty, combined with an aura of genuine warmth, drawing him in.

He approached you with his usual swagger, expecting to win you over with little effort.

“Do you follow basketball?” he asked, flashing his signature smirk.

You looked up at him, blinking in confusion. “Not really. I’m more into medicine.”

Your response took him by surprise. You didn’t fawn over him like most girls did, and that piqued his interest.

“I’m Sukuna,” he said, as if that name alone would be enough.

You smiled politely “I’m [name] . Nice to meet you.”

A Dangerous Game

From that moment, Sukuna found himself drawn to you. You were kind and unaffected by his fame, which only intrigued him further. He began pursuing you, using every trick in the book—late-night texts, surprise visits to your campus, even bringing you small gifts. At first, you kept your distance, wary of his reputation as a “player.”

But Sukuna was persistent. His charm, coupled with his unexpected vulnerability when he was with you, slowly wore down your walls. You began to see glimpses of a man behind the star athlete—a man who was lonely, who craved more than just the superficial adoration that surrounded him.

As weeks turned into months, you fell for him. You saw beyond his cocky exterior, discovering a man capable of deep passion, but also burdened with emotional scars. Sukuna, in turn, found himself caring for you more than he had ever cared for anyone. You brought a sense of calm to his chaotic life, and he often found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you were different.

However, no matter how much he tried to change, the nature of his world—of fleeting encounters and transient affections—kept pulling him back. Sukuna was like a moth drawn to the flame of his old habits, unable to break free entirely.

The Collapse

For you, being with Sukuna was like living in a dream. He was everything you had never expected to fall for—dangerous, exciting, unpredictable. Yet, there was a darkness beneath the surface. You knew he had a history, that he had hurt women before, but you believed that you could be the one to change him.

But old habits die hard.

Sukuna’s world remained one of temptation. After a game one night, Sukuna found himself surrounded by fans, women who threw themselves at him, reminding him of how easy things used to be before you. He didn’t mean to betray you, but one night after an away game, fueled by alcohol and the excitement of a win, Sukuna ended up spending the night with someone else.

It was a mistake, and the guilt hit him hard. He wanted to tell you, but the thought of hurting her tore him apart.

You , however, weren’t naive. You could sense something had changed. Sukuna was distant, more withdrawn, and you knew, deep down, what had happened without needing to hear the words. One night, after days of silence between them, she confronted him.

“Did you… cheat on me?” You asked, your voice trembling but your eyes steady.

Sukuna looked at you, torn between wanting to protect you and the overwhelming guilt. He didn’t say anything, but his silence was answer enough.

And at that exact moment your heart shattered. You had given him everything, hoping against hope that he could be different, that he could change. But now, all those hopes felt like they were crumbling beneath your feet.

The Last Night of Love

That night, you sat together in silence, neither knowing what to say. Sukuna, for the first time in his life, realized he had something to lose. And it terrified him. He reached for you, but you pulled away, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this, Sukuna,” you whispered. “I thought we had something real, but I can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”

Sukuna had no words. For all his bravado and charm, he had never been good with emotions, never learned how to handle love. He had played with fire for so long that he never expected to get burned.

As the night wore on, you both knew it was your last night together. It was a bitter, heartbreaking farewell, filled with regret, longing, and the aching realization that love, no matter how intense, sometimes wasn’t enough to fix everything.

Aftermath

You walked away from Sukuna that night, your heart heavy with sorrow. You knew you had to let go, even though you still loved him. You focused on your studies, diving deeper into your passion for pharmaceutical health, using your pain as fuel to succeed.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was left to reflect on his choices. For the first time, he regretted not just his actions, but the man he had become. The weight of losing you haunted him, your absence leaving a void he couldn’t fill with fame or fleeting affection.

They both moved on, but that night—their last night of love—would always linger in your memories, a reminder of what could have been, and what was lost.

[andreas-river]

Idk if this is something your comfortable writing if not I understand but could you write a gang bang with the spetsnaz I mean ig exclude one of the bale brothers cus it could be kinda weird idk but if your comfortable writing it I’d really appreciate it

CHRISTMAS BREAKS ARE MEANT TO BE REMEMBERED

TW: gangbang, established relationship, everything is consensual, protected and unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering, a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism, cunnilingus, slight femdom at some point, double penetration, mutual orgasms, aftercare.

PAIRING: F!Reader x Nikto x Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov x Dmitry Bale

A/N: I'm so sorry it took ages to do this, it's longer than the usual but I hope you will like it, Anon!

For the past few days, you noticed something different in your teammates. Something on a deeper level, the way their gaze lingered more on you, and no one else noticed this since the base was exceptionally empty—the Christmas break started right two days ago, and you couldn’t be happier. You could eat even better with all the silence around you, enjoying the presence of the few people you were closer to. Doing your morning laps with Rodion was far more fun, or stargazing during the night with Nikto was something you could do without repercussion.

And right while you were doing this with him, he proposed the idea to you. You could never expect that such words would leave his mouth—well, fuck, you were in a secret relationship with him, and only the team knew about this, and you always tried your best to not let the secret slip out. So, when he talked about the idea, he quickly clarified to you who was going to be involved, when and how would happen, and especially, that he would make sure that no boundaries were going to be crossed. You gave him a smile and a slow nod, never expecting that a fantasy of yours could become reality.

You were sitting on Nikto’s lap already, his gloved hand touching the plump flesh of your breast. His touch was firm, a hint of gentleness as he removed your shirt under their gaze. Rodion’s face was already flushed, his breath slightly heavy. Dmitry was less obvious, but since he removed his usual balaclava, you clearly noticed the shift in his expression. Nikto made you lay back on the couch, noticing the momentary absence of Rodion as he locked the door. Everything you were doing was wrong, illegal, so forbidden that made your heart jump in your throat, your breath hitching only for a fraction of a second, before Rodion sat next to your head, lowering his body so he could reach your belly with his lips, his bare chest right at your face. You let your instinct guide you, your hands reaching for his skin and the numerous scars that littered his body.

With half-lidded eyes, you let out a sigh as Dmitry took place between your legs, spreading them so he could reach the most intimate part of you, your face heating up in a deep shade of red. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nikto sitting on the wooden coffee table, just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was doing exactly what he promised, making sure that his teammates respected your limits and that they wouldn’t cross his rules. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that you liked what was happening.

From the way Rodion was lavishing the soft skin of your neck, his tongue dragging down to your chest, while Dmitry tentatively unbuttoned your trousers, that made your spine tingle. Not even a minute later, you were already half-naked, only your panties and your sports bra still on. “That’s unfair,” you whined, making Nikto chuckle: for tonight, he was the one in control, and that meant in control of everyone, Dmitry and Rodion included. Flicking his gaze to Dmitry, the latter proceeded to obediently brush the palm of his hand against the soft fabric of your panties, as he felt the wet spot caused by your arousal.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Rodion’s murmur against your ear gave you chills, nodding at him, the words stuck in your throat as Dmitry rubbed your sensitive clit through your panties, not even thinking when you tried to close your legs. Nikto reached to your knee, forcing your legs open again as he got up, standing right next to you as the other two finally shed their clothes, both remaining bare right in front of your hungry eyes. Nikto helped you remove the remnants of your underwear, your breath heavy at the unfolding scene.

With a last nod from your boyfriend, it was as if he let go of the leashes that held Dmitry and Rodion, both of them feasting on you with everything they had: their warm hands explored any reachable inch on your skin, their lips hot like lava as you arched your back for them, an open invite for them to devour you.

And the most exciting thing was having Nikto, your lover, watching everything as if it was a show crafted just for him, sitting in the front row as Rodion made his first move, positioning his hips next to your head, gently inviting you to taste his hardness. You could feel your blood boiling as you tasted on your tongue the salty precum that leaked from the tip, while he played with your exposed breast as you sucked him, focusing on your hardening nipples as he made you squirm, a sly smile on his face as he enjoyed the predicament you were in.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his length, feeling with your tongue the warmth coming for the skin, slurping sounds coming from your mouth as Rodion groaned loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair as you arched your back when you felt hot lips latching on your sensitive folds, the sensation making your toes curl in ecstasy. Two of his fingers already found your slick opening, pushing them inside and deep enough for him to quickly find your sweet spot, groaning eagerly as you continued to suck onto Rodion’s length, his tip angry red from your incessant stimulation.

Right when you, Rodion, and Dmitry were all immersed in this bubble of pleasure, that’s when Nikto stopped both of them, leaving you on the edge of what you knew could be a shattering orgasm. Denied of your climax, Nikto made you rise, making you rest on your knees as he pushed your face straight to his groin, the tent caused by his erection pronounced from his trousers.

“Show them how good you are, dorogaya,” He invited you with a gentle pat on your cheek, his gloves warm on your skin as you unbutton his pants, lowering them just enough to pull out his cock, the veins pulsing and throbbing as you grabbed the base. Your tongue skillfully circled the tip before sliding it inside your mouth, working around his length and trying to take the full length.

Behind you and sitting obediently on the couch, you could hear both Dmitry and Rodion groaning, the slick sound of their hands sliding up and down their cocks echoing in the room. You couldn’t see them, but you knew what game was playing Nikto, forcing them to watch instead of touch, making them stay on the edge, and not letting them cum if they went too close to their orgasm. As Nikto took control of your movements, you let him grab the side of your head firmly enough to move his hips faster, gagging around his cock as his movements became frantic, feeling the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. The sound of your gags and sputters only stirred him on, groaning and holding your head firmly as he loses himself to the pleasure.

Only when he finally filled your throat with his salty seed, he finally stepped back to let you recover your breath, your chest burning from the prolonged lack of time without oxygen. Despite this, his touch became delicate in your hair, helping you back onto the couch and finally letting Dmitry and Rodion touch you again. But it was only the beginning, as you pushed Rodion on his back under the amused gaze of the others, as Rodion groaned in annoyance and murmured some curses behind gritted teeth, not that you cared anyway. You waited for him as he put a condom on before straddling him and lowering yourself on his length, a breathed moan escaping your lips once he was fully inside. At the sight, Dmitry couldn’t hold back anymore, his fingers traveling down your spine, his pupils wide as he looked at the way you took control of your thrusts, your hips bucking steadily as Rodion moaned under your stimulation.

He groaned as Nikto walked towards him, grabbing his wrists once he was close enough, his member slowly hardening again as he held Rodion, his chest heaving under the torture you and Nikto were subjecting him. Dmitry touched you from behind, his hand placed on your hips as he guided your movements, grinning at the mess Rodion was becoming, with droplets of sweat from his brows and his hair sticking to his forehead. The more you bounced up and down, the more you could feel his length throbbing against your walls, his orgasm followed by a whimper that made Nikto chuckle at his submission.

But Dmitry had other plans, pulling you up and letting Rodion regain his breath alone, holding your arms behind your back and spreading your legs. The grip of his hands was firm, his shaft from behind probing and your puffy lips, hearing him groaning at the way your walls squeezed him tight. Your heart leaped in your throat as Nikto positioned himself in front of you, pulling you upright as you met his gaze: he was enjoying every moment, your gasps filling the room when he tried to enter your slick hole, your hands grabbing his shirt as your jaw fell slack at the stretch your walls were forced to endure.

“Relax, dorogaya,” Nikto’s voice was so far away as you tucked your head under the crook of his neck, even feeling the blood pumping in your ears as your legs trembled from the strain your pussy was enduring. “You can take us both. I know you can.”

Dmitry reached from behind, his hand sneaking to your swollen clit to help you relax, rubbing circles with two fingers as Nikto managed to slip inside, your walls squeezing them at every heartbeat. And when they started to move and alternate each thrust you almost thought you were going to lose your mind, the pain of being stretched so open mixing with the arousal coursing inside your veins turning into a dangerous blend, gasping for oxygen as their hips slapped against your skin, the sound echoing around the room almost in a pornographic way.

“You look even better like this, all red and moaning for us,” Dmitry murmured at your ear, the breath on your ear making you shiver, a whimper escaping your throat. A slap on your left ass cheek made you jump in surprise. “How many times you dreamed about this, mh?”

You mumbled something incoherently, hiding your face in Nikto’s neck as you struggled to hold your orgasm. Your mind was empty except for the pleasure, your wetness drenching both of their cocks as they thrusted inside you mercilessly, amused by your reaction. Everything that came after happened in a blur, your hands grabbing Nikto’s shoulders like a lifeline as your body trembled like a leaf, coming around them and milking both of them for all they were worth. That’s when you closed your eyes and leaned against your boyfriend, your consciousness hanging on a thread.

“That was incredible,” Rodion muttered: he was still sprawled over the couch, his stamina long gone after his orgasm. Nikto glared at him in silence, fixing the blanket over your body that still leaned on him. Your weight wasn’t a problem for him, his gloved hand tracing pattern on the soft skin of your thighs as he controlled you for the umpteenth time in a row. “She’ll be fine, right?”

“Well, she had a safe word.” Dmitry stated matter-of-factly, fixing his sweatpants before giving a quick glance over you, his features softening as he looked at your flushed face.

The rest of their words blurred with the rhythm of you heavy breathing, falling into a light slumber until the voices died down, silence filling the room. Only when your eyes fluttered open you noticed that Nikto took you to his room, holding you a bit more tightly, his strong arm around your slumped shoulders. His other arm stretched to grab something next to him, unscrewing the cap of the bottle before nudging it to your dried lips, humming at the relief it gave on your sore throat.

“You told me you were going to fuck my brain out, not my soul—” He grinned at your words, playfully pinching your inner thighs with his fingers, making you jump in surprise.

“Just rest, lyubimaya moya.” You rolled your eyes, but you gladly leaned against his chest to rest a bit more, his touch soothing your strained muscles until you fell asleep again, knowing that you’ll never forget this Christmas break.

[milkb0nny]

okie dokie i gotta request a sam x fem!reader where shes sams age but hits it off with dean? (strictly platonic between d+r) shes just a lot of fun at a karaoke bar or something? or maybe she beats dean in a game of pool(up to you) but just her flirting till she gets to sam and then she actually enjoys talking to him, they spend the night chatting about everything and anything. (maybe she invites him over to her place but like for a movie cuz dean took some blonde chick back to their motel??) idk up to you❤

Pumpkin Soup

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Summary: While you spent a lovely night at a karaoke bar, playing truth or dare with some people your age, you got to know Dean Winchester. His funny attitude immediately captivated you, wanting you to become closer friends to the chaotic, hot-headed man. Though after a few drinks and games, his brother joined the group. Sam had previously investigated in a current case, decided to enjoy himself afterwards though. That was the moment you met a man who went beyond your expectations. The gentle charm of Sam trapped you in. In order to learn more about Sam, you accepted his offer to cook pumpkin soup at his current place. However, Dean wouldn’t come along the two of you, as he enjoyed the company of another woman. You didn’t mind though…

Note: Thank you for your request! I’m all in for Sam requests, as I really love him a lot. This idea is absolutely wholesome and I decided to throw some autumn vibes into it. After all, it’s October and I love pumpkins. :)

Warnings: implied sexual activity of Dean, reader thinking abt uncomfortable men back in her past

word count: …

As the karaoke bar pulsed with energy on that memorable Friday night, little did you know that a game of truth or dare would lead you to meet two extraordinary men, each with their own captivating charm. You never thought that a harmless party evening could change your life, and especially your view on two specific men.

You had joined a group of people, some of them went to the same college as you and with others you were already familiar. You’re for sure not a mere party girl, but you enjoyed the company of many happy people around you. It wasn’t the alcohol you loved to consume when you went out - it was the exciting thrill of meeting new people who could make your life way more colorful. In all honesty, among all the positive experiences, you crossed paths with uncomfortable men as well. Luckily, this night you got spared with the overly pushy men and instead got blessed by a kind and enthusiastic man.

During a traditional, spirited game of truth or dare, you were more or less forced to flirt with him. Surely, the stranger was handsome, but you didn’t feel any sparkling or tingling sensations while teasing the male. All in all, the atmosphere was electric, filled with a lot of laughter and buzzing music. After about half an hour of people telling others their most embarrassing moments of their lives and participating in surprisingly stupid dares, you decided to grasp some hair. The karaoke bar had a balcony, where you headed with a tequila in your hand. During your hunt for oxygen, a familiar deep voice rang through your ears.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he chimed in, delivering a flirtatious remark that drew a grin from you as you leaned casually on the balcony fence.

“What’s up? Haven’t you got enough of me?” you teased, keeping a watchful eye on him. For a brief moment, you feared he might become pushy, but your concerns were swiftly dispelled by his response.

Dean's striking green eyes traveled up and down your face, revealing a hint of genuine concern that softened his usually confident features.

“No, I haven’t. But in all honesty, I got a little worried since you left the group without telling anyone. Not that anything happens to you”, he replied softly, keeping a respectful distance between you. You were taken aback by his genuine worry, and it made you feel a bit self-conscious, prompting you to avert your gaze from his as you tried to hide your flustered face.

“You don’t have to, I can take care of myself,” you responded, and despite the seemingly cold statement, Dean understood that you valued your independence.

Again, his low voice met your ears, “Your name was y/n, right? You’re hella funny!” Dean changed the topic, offering some comic relief and lightening the atmosphere between you. You quickly picked up on his cues, expressing how his humor had brightened your evening. Your conversation with Dean flowed naturally, and you found his humor and carefree attitude irresistibly magnetic. He had the kind of infectious charisma that could turn any gathering into a wild adventure. Dean Winchester was a captivating mix of chill, cocky, and respectful of boundaries, and it was a rare pleasure to engage in a conversation with no underlying sexual tension. The man’s name was Dean Winchester.

After the private and endearing chat, both of you rejoined the group, which was now deep into the revelry fueled by alcohol and other substances. As the night wore on, a new figure entered the scene, a tall, handsome brunette who immediately gravitated toward you and Dean. He seemed slightly out of place amidst the intoxicated chaos, yet he appeared to find a measure of enjoyment in the surroundings. You quickly learned he was none other than Dean's brother, Sam Winchester. Sam had been previously engrossed in investigating a perplexing case, but now he had decided to take a break and enjoy the evening's festivities. Though he wasn't usually the party type, he occasionally sought a change of pace.

Meeting Sam, you quickly realized he was unlike what you had expected. In stark contrast to his hot-headed and impulsive brother, Sam exuded a gentle charm that immediately captivated you. He spoke thoughtfully, using intriguing vocabulary, and while he seemed a bit reserved and addressed Dean more often, you sensed a hint of shyness in him. His deep, expressive eyes held a sense of mystery, and his warm smile made you feel at ease. Sam was an entirely different kind of captivating, and you couldn't help but want to get to know him better.

„Do you want a drink?“ you inquired, hoping to initiate a connection between the two of you. Dean, ever the flirt, immediately picked up on your subtle intentions and moved on to a new companion who seemed to enjoy his playful company—a blonde woman with a delightful sense of humor. Sam's gaze now lingered on you for a few moments longer than before.

„Sure, I‘m in,“ he replied, a soft smile laced over his lips. You were really beautiful which is why he couldn‘t help but admire your facial features. To Sam, you appeared utterly stunning, surpassing every other woman he had ever come across.

The two of you made your way to the bar, and he ordered his usual: a beer. As you reached for your wallet to pay for your drinks, the courteous man was a step ahead, already covering the tab for both of you. Caught pleasantly off guard, you flashed him a grateful smile. „Thanks. I‘m y/n!“

„My pleasure, call me Sam,“ he inquired, straightening his posture. „Seems like you get along quite well with my brother.“

„Yeah, though he comes off like he only wants that one thing, haha,“ you joked, met by a soft chuckle from Sam‘s side. The corners of his lips curved up as you spoke, and the warmth of his smile sent a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Sam was undeniably handsome

Sam picked his brother up again, replying to your statement, „I get what you mean. He occupies the room more enough when we have to share one.“ he admitted, a hint of amusement in his tone.

„Oh, are you like travelers or something?“ You asked, curious about his life. Sam owned such a special charm that you rarely had met in your life, especially in men. His impeccable manners and pure kindness, devoid of ulterior motives, were refreshingly genuine. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

„You could say that, yeah. We’re usually on the road for quite some time and finish a job here and there. Similar to freelancers.“

Sam explained, and your eyes widened with excitement. Traveling and exploring new places was a goal you shared, and the idea of their adventurous lifestyle piqued your curiosity. „Woah, that’s cool. Do you see a lot of exciting stuff on the road?“

While he had indeed witnessed many thrilling experiences—some he wished he hadn't—there were times when he longed for a quieter existence. „Uh, yeah. I appreciate staying at a place for a little longer too though, I must say it can get very tiring.“

„Oh, that’s sad to hear,“ you sympathized. Your mind was struck on Sam and he very much seemed like he enjoyed your conversation. The hours passed as you shared funny stories from your past, confessing to your middle school clumsiness while Sam regaled you with amusing anecdotes about Dean. Sharing embarrassing secrets fostered a connection between you two. Somehow you wanted to stay in his company. You started to love his awkwardness little by little.

Unexpectedly, he suggested you both head back to his place to cook pumpkin soup—a proposition you found both intriguing and charming. It was a far cry from the typical advances you'd encountered in the past, and you couldn't resist the chance to spend more time with this enigmatic man. Unfortunately, Dean stopped by, the lovely woman in his arms.

„Well, who do we have here?“ Dean quipped, grinning at Sam. "I'll be taking this wonderful lady with me tonight, just so you know."

„No, Dean. You can‘t always ignore that I share that room too-,“ Sam began to protest before Dean cut him off with a smirk.

„Sure I can.“ He replied, leaving the karaoke bar accompanied by the woman.

Sam sighed, his offer thwarted by his older brother once again. "I'm sorry, I have to—" he started to explain. But this time, your cheerful voice interjected.

„No worries. We can head to my place. I‘m sure you’ll love it there.“ You invited the tall man to your place. You were touched by his charming smile in response. He nodded and stood up, thanking the bartender for his excellent service before following you.

The evening turned into a relaxing, cozy night with a man you never thought could exist so perfectly. The gentle charm of Sam and the promise of getting to know him on a more personal level made you momentarily forget about Dean's absence. There was something undeniably intriguing about the Winchester brothers, and you were eager to explore the depths of Sam's persona, all while cooking a warm and comforting meal together.

Finally, about 3am in the morning, you shared your usual lonely living room with Sam, eating the most delicious pumpkin soup you ever had.

[harrysdimples]

a timeline of hs3 hints (soz it got kind of long)

february 2020:

Kid Harpoon, Music Week (snippet from interview that's behind a paywall that was posted in March after the Brits): “He’s going to evolve. The next album, I find that exciting, what’s the next album going to be? And the one after that, and beyond?” he said. “It’s [changing] as he discovers, I find it so refreshing.” “It's not like he's different when he's not writing to when he is, if that makes sense. To me, he's always writing, he sends me piano ideas all the time and I send him ideas,” said Hull. “He’ll play piano, write some chords, say, ‘These lyrics are kind of cool’, then we’ll try it out. We text all the time about ideas, we haven’t stopped.” Hull described their creative process as “a constantly moving thing”. “Harry is very creative, it’s non-stop working, when we’re in the studio it’s not like, ‘It’s 10am, let’s start, how do we write a song?’ We’re already going, it’s constant. What I love about him is that he is full of ideas.”

march 2020:

Harry on Zane Lowe in Quarantine: "I've been writing so much. I'm doing some other stuff I should be doing more of anyway, I should be playing the piano more, I should be playing the guitar more, I should be writing poems and lyrics more. So I've kind of been doing a lot of that."

Harry for Capital FM: “I've been writing a lot, nothing too random. Playing more instruments, reading more, walking, trying to exercise and not eat everything in the house."

april 2020: 

Harry for OpenHouseParty: “I think actually a combination [of sad and happy]. I think a big thing is, you know, definitely been feeling like writing with no pressure cause it’s just kind of me in a room and playing and taking my time with it. So, I think allowing whatever comes to come rather than feel like ‘Oh, I need to write a song like this, or I need to write a song like this’ has actually been quite nice.”

Harry for Radio 2: “I’ll get up and do some exercise, do some writing and record a little bit”

july 2020: 

Harry uses Shangri La Studios where he recorded a lot of Fine Line, to record his sleep story

august 2020: 

Tyler, Harry’s collaborator along with multiple sound engineers and instrumentalists credited on Fine Line in the studio together in London near Abbey Road

Harry spotted in Bath (with Kid, Jeff Bhasker and potentially Tyler according to other girls who met him) near Real World Studios, again a studio used for Fine Line

december 2020: 

Harry’s Vogue interview: “In the music he has been working on in 2020, Styles wants to capture the experimental spirit that informed his second album, last year’s Fine Line.”

Harry uses Shangri La studios again to perform with the Free Nationals for iHeart’s Jingle Ball

Harry in his Variety acceptance speech: “I will be getting back into the studio”

jan 2021:

Ben & Gabe Turner about TPWK ending the Fine Line era, Music Week: “It was always supposed to be the last thing on the album run as an ending beat, and the album did so well that it just carried on,” said Gabe Turner. “We just didn’t know when [it would drop]. New Year’s Day 2021 was the perfect release date for us in the end.”

Steven Stokey Daley (Golden MV designer) potentially hinting at another collaboration for Harry: “2021 plans? What’s next for you?” “I’m currently working on a new offering for A/W 21 and I’ve had the pleasure of working with Harry Lambert again for an exciting upcoming project. Yes, I am being purposefully vague.”

february 2021:

Tyler spending Valentine’s Day away from his wife at Real World Studios...where a lot of Fine Line was recorded 

march 2021:

Kid posting being in the studio with Tyler, who he only really works with for Harry...

Kid Harpoon, Music Week (from an interview done in December 2020): “I just know he’s got more to give, which is kind of scary to be honest,” he said. “We’ve been doing bits and bobs, we’ve been sending voice notes and working on bits here and there, just lyrics and bits and bobs. Hopefully there’ll be something [new] at some point, I don’t really know where we are, but we’ve definitely been getting into it, we’ll see.” “Harry was in Japan and he said, ‘Do you want to come out and write?’ and I said, ‘Why don’t I come and I’ll stay in a hotel room near you and we’ll hire a mic and some guitars and I’ll just bring my laptop,’” Hull explained. “It was a vaguely disguised lads’ trip, but we also wrote some really good songs. There’s a couple we’re still in love with. There was one that nearly made it to the record. We have a couple from there that are really special that hopefully will see the light of day at some point.” Hull said he and Styles are “still obsessed” with the song, though he did not reveal the title. “It’s the same as the Watermelon thing with this song,” he said. “It’s got… There’s a certain feeling in it, we’re just going to have to chip away at it and hopefully get it.”

Harry Lambert, Vogue:  “The starkness of Styles’s second outfit stands in contrast to the retro, colourful aesthetic he has become associated with, which is precisely what made it the right choice. “I think people could assume that, as he was performing his single “Watermelon Sugar”, his look would reflect the music video,” explains Lambert. “We wanted to twist that on its head and go for something darker, sexier, and more unexpected.” Indeed, the pastel colour scheme and sweetness of the video were noticeably absent. In their place was a glam rock-influenced vibe that signalled the start of a new era. “I don’t feel that anyone has seen Harry dress like this before, so the Grammys felt the perfect moment to do this,” says Lambert. “[It is] a sort of full stop after the promotion of the Fine Line album. For stage, it’s sexy, minimal, a bit eccentric but still fun.” 

This Green and Black colour scheme is continued in his appearances and his tour rebranding for the rescheduled dates in the US

may 2021: 

Harry’s surprise Brits appearance outfit fits with the colour scheme of one of his other Grammy outfits

Harry then carries an orange phone case with him, similar to the pink case he had during HS1

july 2021:

Emily Bode, for a podcast: ‘We have a couple of beautiful features coming out, more times where he's wearing our clothes that i cant wait to see the pictures of him in’

Harry confirms news about new music soon in his update about tour 

Tyler talks about working with Harry and implies he also worked with him on HS3

It’s pointed out that in Harry’s merch drop of his socks in November 2020, he has the colour scheme of Green and Black

Harry outside a studio in LA with Tyler and Mitch

september 2021:

Amy Allen, cowriter of Adore You mentions she’s “psyched to hear his new album coming out” after collecting their award at the Ivors

november 2021:

Harry spotted going into Sony Music headquarters in NYC

december 2021: 

HDD releases a profile on Rob Stringer, head of Sony Music and hints at hs3 coming before the end of the fiscal quarter in March 2022: “Fiscally speaking, Stringer has Sony set up for a milestone 2021. Sony surpassed $2b in streaming revenue alone in the first half of fiscal '21, and, on the heels of another major period in Q3 led by Adele, Mariah Carey and SZA, Stringer has Sony positioned for victory laps in Q4 with Harry Styles and Beyoncé rounding out the fiscal year (ending 3/30/22) with potential blockbuster sets.”

HDD then retract this statement stating: “Rumors that appeared previously on this site about forthcoming releases from Beyoncé and Harry Styles were inaccurate and not based on information from their label. We apologize for any confusion.”....interesting.

Ron Perry, head of Columbia comments on the rumours of Beyonce and Harry releasing in 2022 “Let us finish 2021 first, please! We’re not done yet!”

The Director at UMG Publishing comments on Harry’s success and upcoming album in an interview with Music Week: “A bugbear of mine is that we produce so much great, innovative music in the UK, but where are the superstars? Where is the next Adele or Ed Sheeran? And [signing Styles] was one of the first decisions made when I got here. Jody [Gerson, UMPG chairman and CEO] was instrumental in the deal as well. We just went, 'The guy is a superstar, and they are so few and far between that we have to do everything we can to convince him to sign to us! Thankfully, he did. [Fine Line] has proved he can stand on his own two feet and be an original artist in his own right. I hear (his next record) is coming together very well and hopefully, it will be even bigger, better and more successful than the last, which was an extraordinary success. He's very much in charge of his destiny."

Harry in his interview with Dazed magazine talks about part of the process in making HS3: “Just as he’s trying to imagine what a beauty brand can mean for a younger generation, he’s also looking at the future possibilities of pop music, albeit starting from a clean slate. On the precipice of his Saturn’s Return (Styles turns 28 in February), he seems ready to enter a new, risk-taking and career-defining chapter. “I have unlocked an ability to be myself completely, unapologetically,” he says with conviction. “I started only listening to classical music because it felt like it gave me a blank canvas to work from. So I wasn’t hearing things I would then be referencing. I think that so much creativity comes from my boredom and giving myself the chance not to be distracted by things. I’m the most human I’ve felt in a long time, for sure.”

[ddarker-dreams]

FINALLY SOMEONE SAID THE TRUTH.

I admit that i enjoyed act 3 but it feels like really rushed i have so much complain with that.

The build up until act 2 was so good it give us so much premise but the final blow si meh. Sorry that i want to share thing long rant with you

1. Why the final talk is with yae, no offense to her but we need ei to explain not to mention she witness khaenriah downfall so she can give us more information, i feel like they do it for the plot armor so they can just keep dragging this

2. So many things that quite inconsistant, the shogun is show no mercy to anyone that even did a little thing outside what she think its right, how come she can still have a talk with signora, when sara is falling like that, and also there is no clarification about sara right now.

The traveler was so done at first they refuse to help thoma and ayaka at the beginning. But they seem so happy and forget everything how come they are not RAGE ( okay maybe this is to bias and personal) when this nation provide nothing about our siblings information and also why they are not mention anything about their problem in ei stroy quest. Its nonsense! She is right in front of youu, ask about your siblings, ask about khaenriah, ask about ukmown god!!. How come they can just forget like that. Also mihoyo really waste the potential about twin things i thing ei will give us so much help bcs of the sympathy that we both rn lost our twin but noooo.

3. Kokomi seem lost some brain cell, she make a very succesfull grand intro but she become meh in act 3, how come a great strategist like her let the sus sponsorship slip just bcs they are desperate, not to mention her screen time is really small and her role seem so unsignificant and it feels lile she is a plain npc.

4. The awesome world quest that we have done doesnt get any mention at all! Inazuma owe us so much with cleansing sakura, thunder sakura, tatarigami, obarashi quest. It has so much potential that yae or ei or anyone else aknowledge what traveler has been done but nooo.

cracks knuckles... i suppose it's time for my promised dissertation. interestingly enough, you touched on a lot of the main issues i had with chapter III.

i think that if i had to pin the main issue, it's a lack of overall cohesiveness? we were jumping all over the place without the chance to ever flesh things out. inazuma is a smaller cast, but i feel like we didn't get to see any of them shine. since i'm most interested in the genshin characters, i'll break down my problems by going over everyone and their (lack) of impact on the story.

was ayaka not questioned or placed under suspicion for being close to thoma before his escape? i wanted to see her broken up over her duties as they relate to the yashiro commission, paired with having someone she genuinely cares about in danger. it would've been an interesting struggle if she was forced to choose one or the other. instead she just kinda took a back seat.

speaking of thoma, i don't even have anything to say, because he just... was there? for .0001 seconds. said "lol this sucks ig" and that's about it. i know we're going to get a story for him in the future since he's a 5* but i'm not getting my hopes up 😭 then in the raiden shogun's character story, man is peachy keen! be upset with the raiden shogun! have some inner conflict! even if it's just using loaded language because he's under surveillance for going against the raiden shogun, that'd be so cool. saying something like,

"Traveler, what's with that expression? Oh please, there's nothing to worry about. We're under the Statue of the Omnipresent God's protection. Nothing bad has ever happened here." *wink*

i also don't know what to say about gorou. he was... there....... i think. what is he fighting for? what are the stakes for him? what makes him place so much trust into kokomi? i'm out of things to say about him because i don't remember anything he did or said.

kokomi... oh kokomi... i was so hyped. so excited. i thought that maybe we could see a foil to the raiden shogun. that she'd have a moment where she's forced to realize, just like her opponent, sacrifices must be made that will hurt people who will never understand why she made them. or maybe something to show her military prowess. but instead she just accepts a mysterious patron's help (?), sees her people aging like the grateful dead from JJBA, and goes oh well. that sucks. what can ya do. oh bye traveler i guess, good luck with that. ????????????? HUH... similar case to thoma where she's gonna get a character story but like. she won't be the leader of the resistance anymore. that was her whole shtick. they took her shtick away. also she forced me to interact with more NPCs whose names i've already forgotten so i'm tilted about that still.

KUJOU SARA... AN INJUSTICE. A DISGRACE. a slap to my woman loving face. the build up was there. yae miko's comments about sara probably knowing the tenryou commission is involved in shady dealings, but is choosing not to think about it. sara being forced to confront reality and challenge her adopted father with the truth. being able to blaze a new path for herself in the process. when she started running to the raiden shogun i was ultra hyped up. sara, a devotee to the shogun for so long, was about to see her god interacting with the same people who led inazuma to this awful state. how would she react? would she stay ignorant, like yae miko so coyly said, choosing to look away in favor of following her god's footsteps? or would she be forced to recognize the raiden shogun isn't as divine as she once thought, and challenge her belief system?

we open the door to see the raiden shogun. the loading screen ensues. the camera pans to the ominous room, clouded in darkness, hinting at the ominous confrontation that is to come. the music takes a serious timbre. and then...

well fuck that potential character arc i guess. (we still don't know what sara made of any of this since she poofed out of existence from the story at this point)

kazuha also was handed a similar treatment. we've been with him for a while longer now. he is our introduction into inazuma, the one who first gets us emotionally involved by regaling us with the bittersweet tale of friendship that led him to becoming a wanted criminal. a kind soul who loves nature yet was dealt a cruel hand by fate, forced to watch his home nation turn into a hostile place, where his dear friend ultimately perished as a result. we get the scene with his friend's vision lighting back up. he parries a block from the raiden shogun, in the same area where his friend was killed by her. the parallels. the drama. except this time, he wasn't too late. he protected the traveler where he "failed" to protect his friend in the past. did he feel redemption at this? or was it a bittersweet reminder of what could've been?

WELL i guess we'll never know because we didn't get to talk to him again 😭 idk who got a bait and switch worse, him or sara. jesus christ mihoyo.

then we have signora. why is the raiden shogun talking to her? does she know about the gnosis being taken, and if she doesn't, what was her plan to get it from the archon? what does she think about scaramouche? and oh, okay, we're fighting here now. good fight + god tier music. pog pog. okay, now we've beaten her up, and raiden shogun wyd— wait no not signora her lore is still on CUPS not YET raiden shogun and— ah she's dead. okay. non nerds who didn't read artifact lore are going to know nothing about her. signora has such an interesting story, and yet... well. ok.

then we get raiden shogun redemption (?) arc. i was hype for this as well, though at that point, idk why i bothered being hype. i knew they were gonna do a cute power of friendship something or another, and i'm good with that, so long as it's executed well. what i was envisioning was like seven different buffs to correspond with the seven different visions, the dreams of those whose ambitions were stolen serving as the spear to penetrate the raiden shogun's heart of stone. maybe a hydro vision giving us extra healing for a time, with the voice acting over it being like,

"Even if the rest of the world forgets us, let our will carry you through this one final time. Succeed where we couldn't, Traveler."

so on and so forth.

but instead we got— you get the idea at this point. why bother spelling it out anymore.

at that point i was surprised the raiden shogun didn't go "oopsie woopsie!! we made a fucky wucky!!!" because that was the vibe i was getting. i love ei, don't get me wrong, but i wanted to see her challenged with what she had done to inazuma in the past year. maybe meeting NPC #2345259 who lost her sister to the vision decree or something, reminding ei of the love she held for her sister... being forced to come to terms with the extent of what she's done in pursuit of eternity.

anyway. please for the love of god mihoyo hire better writers for the main story. that is all i ask. thank you.

[laceymorganwrites]

King of hell

Word count: 3,568

Pairing: devil!Sukuna x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, very ooc Sukuna but it kinda makes sense too?? idk I tried to keep him as canon as possible but w insecurities. This is basically your typical arranged marriage thingie w smut at the end

A/N: saved this little treat for last💅 (okay but I am actually proud of it, it was so much fun writing this)

Hell. It was a place like any other. It evolved over time, had its own rules and system. And even though it was quite modern in some ways, it also was old fashioned. Old fashioned in the sense that arranged marriages were common. At least in cases like with Sukuna.

The young prince would be of ruling age soon and take over the kingdom, his father thought he had prepared him well enough and was looking forward to his peaceful and quiet pension.

It could´ve been so easy but nothing ever was with Sukuna.

He was stubborn even as a child but his father knew that he was born to lead, more than that he was ready to. He wanted to, he actually strove to be king, so hungry for power. But he was a rebel that didn´t take anything serious, making his father lose every last nerve he had left. He didn´t want to believe that Sukuna was hopeless, didn´t want to give up on him but was it really giving up when Sukuna didn´t want anything to do with rules and courtesy? No, he just wanted the power and the fame, he wanted people to follow him around, grovel at his feet and worship him, like some weird cult. That was the kind of person he was. Uncaring, cold and cruel. He called it fun loving. Though underneath all of that was an unending void of insecurity. Nobody knew about this, not even his father and least of all his followers. They praised him for everything he hated about himself. He knew it was all shallow but that was the point, that he could make them say everything and anything he wanted them to, he could make them do things too, unspeakable things, the funny thing was that they gave him all the ideas, it was like a fucked up competition who could do the cruelest thing and therefore impress him more. In reality he just didn´t fucking care about any of that.

Sure it was fun fucking around every day and everywhere, drinking every bar dry and steal whatever he wanted, what were they gonna do anyway? He was the fucking prince of hell, he could do whatever he wanted.  

However he had to admit it got boring after a while, it was in this moment of weakness that he came to his father and said he should already make him king. And that was when you came into play.

You and Sukuna knew each other from when you were children, not exactly friends but you spent some time together throughout your teenage years as well as your parents were friends. You liked him well enough up until the point he became a straight up dick. You didn´t know how or when it happened but you rolled your eyes and scoffed when you saw him on the streets, those people following him around like a cheap fanclub. It was ridiculous. Sure he was the prince but that didn´t mean he had the right to act this entitled. Back then you didn´t care enough about him to see behind his facade, to recognize that he did all those things to pretend like he didn´t was insecure to a fault, he needed to feel like the king of everything to forget that he was the worst peasant of them all.

How could he not? He had four arms and two faces for fuck´s sake. He didn´t even have horns or wings like other demons, no he had those extra body parts made him look like an idiot or failed experiment. Like an abomination of nature he always knew he was.

But you… you didn´t look at him like that, no. You had nothing but adoration and maybe even a hint of love in your eyes. It scared him.

It took a while for you to fall for him, after all he did paint himself as the biggest asshole of hell and it worked, you wanted nothing to do with him. And now you were to be his wife. It certainly wasn´t ideal but what were you supposed to do? You couldn´t just say no to the king of hell. And who knew, maybe he wasn´t that bad. In the end you´d get to live in luxury, you would have more responsibilities as well but you could handle that. You were always more of a hard worker than Sukuna after all.

Your father was a good friend of Sukuna´s father and therefore you knew the castle like the back of your hand. Sukuna and you used to be close as children but not anymore, not ever since he changed. That never bothered you since well, you didn´t think you´d ever have any contact with him at all anymore.

You were popular in hell, got along with everyone. You could have everyone you wanted, they all would die for you to just look at them. He was the prince, he could be selfish and claim you for his own but he didn´t. Because that would mean ruining your happiness and he´d never dare to do that. You deserved only the best and he couldn´t give that to you because he simply wasn´t. That was why he barely spoke to you anymore, why he locked himself in his room when he saw that it was you his father picked out for him.

This wasn´t fair to you, you should have a chance of true love. His insecurities blinded him so much that he couldn´t feel the warmth you brought into his life.

When he left to go to his room you looked after him with a sad expression, he never told you why he left, why he didn´t talk to you anymore so of course you thought it was your fault. You were overjoyed when his father came to you and said you were to marry him, you thought it was with his consent. After talking to his father you had the impression that he did like you back after all. Apparently it was all a lie.

You felt utterly stupid, defeated even and most of all like a fool: all those years wasted, thinking he could actually like you back.

“I´m sorry for my son, I´m sure he´ll come to his senses soon. After all he´ll need to marry if he wants to rule. And trust me, he wants to rule more than anything else” the current king told you, thought it felt more like knives being driven through your chest. Of course he only wanted power, no wonder he never talked to you anymore, he simply didn´t care.

And now it was too late to get out of it.

Well, you should´ve seen it coming anyways. So you just walked around the castle for a bit, eventually coming to a stop to knock on his door. “Don´t worry, I´m not here to woo you or anything, I just forgot to ask where my room is so can you maybe show me?” you asked and waited for him to open the door.

You heard him get up from the bed, not knowing he was crying before. “My father says you have to  share the room with me. But I can sleep on the couch or somewhere else so just… make yourself at home I guess. He´s already getting your stuff here, so you don´t have to worry about any of that” he said because he had to, his voice was so broken and neutral, like he tried to suppress all the care in it, it hurt to hear.

“Hey, don´t worry about it, I won´t annoy you or anything, I´m sure it´ll be fine. We don´t have to do anything either if you don´t want to, I´ll just follow your pace” you smiled, unpacking your things and settling in once they arrived. It was a nice place and the political meetings weren´t as bad as you thought they´d be. Nobody forced you two to do anything, so in theory you didn´t even have to see each other. And most of the time you thought that that was exactly what Sukuna wanted. But then again he had those moments where he´d share things about himself that he only told you, then other times he laughed with you, boasting about some either completely ridiculous or actually kind of cool thing he´s done, you never knew with him. But that was exactly what you liked about him. And over time you got to know him better than anyone else, you even knew his secrets and his insecurities. He just didn´t tell you about the last in person just yet.

You found it interesting how you could read him after some time, the way he´d hide his under two arms behind his back and how he´d purposely let his hair fall down in the right half of his face. One day you were sitting next to him on his bed as always, you were so close that your legs were touching which was progress since he allowed it, in fact he welcomed it. Not that he´d ever admit that. He caught himself getting attracted to you, being with you was like a pretty dream he never had, you were the warm hand that pulled him out of his nightmares that even haunted him in broad daylight. Nobody gave him those honest to fuck but soft smiles at the same time. Nobody else gently caressed his cheek, stroking his hair out of his face so they could kiss both sides. Nobody else did that but you. You had him so mesmerized like nothing else, when you were with him he was actually himself whether he wanted to or not.

“You don´t have to do that, you know? I know I´m not the prettiest, I´m not holding it against you” he finally said something, in a shaky voice that was so unusual for him, it concerned you. With a frown you now rested both of your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you.

“To me you are. You´re beautiful, Sukuna. I mean it” you told him earnestly and gently held two of his hands, his left under one and his right upper one. You hoped he´d understand that not only his appearance didn´t bother you, it was as mesmerizing to you as you were to him. That to you he was a work of art, but way too gorgeous to be put in a museum. No, everyone needed to see how fucking amazing he was. At least to you, but as his soon to be wife that should mean a lot.

Honestly Sukuna hated to be looked at but he had to admit that it wasn´t as bad as with you. Somehow he liked how you made him feel every time your fingers traced his skin, every time you peppered his faces with kisses, every time you made him use all of his arms. You did it so naturally, as if nothing was wrong with him at all. To say he appreciated it would be an understatement.

It took him a bit to reach out for your hand as well and just enjoy the small contact. But it meant a lot to you since you knew how much it took out of him. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder and caressing his under arm, touching him up a bit to feel his muscles.

Sukuna was no stranger to this kind of contact, but it was very new to him that more feelings were involved than just pure sexual desire and lust. You looked at him, a smirk playing around your lips as you saw the faint blush on his face, you bet he was trying to hide it but that wasn´t quite working.

“Cute” you said, tracing your fingers up and down his arms, then his throat, then his cheek to his lips. They were softer than you imagined.

“You´re the first person who ever called me that… I don´t know how to feel about that yet” he chuckled a bit, following your fingers with his eyes, watching your lips curl into a smile. He bet your own lips were so much softer than his own, he bet they would feel better than any other he ever tasted. “Oh I got plenty of other words to describe you, but yes cute is one of them. You better get used to that, my king~” you grinned, watching his eyes go wide and his expression change, yes he could definitely get used to being called that by you.

“I´d say you´re the cute one out of us, but you can keep trying, I wanna see what else you got in store” he grinned, he did this a lot, faking confidence until it felt real to function. And well he did want nothing more than to devour you right now but he didn´t want to rush things. He vividly remembered the first time you kissed him, your lips were so soft against his own, he´d never forget that rush of electricity going through him, the fact he couldn´t contain himself around you. And feeling you smile against his lips? Now that was what it meant to be truly alive. To him anyway. The ceremony would take place in two weeks time but there was no way in hell or anywhere else he´d wait that long. He couldn´t. But then again, the old fashioned connotations with the wedding night were just that. It was time to think more modern about this, to follow his small, frail heart wherever it beat the fastest. And that just happened to be in your arms.

“Yeah? You know what you´re right, I am pretty cute. But I won´t kiss you until you say one good thing about yourself and mean it”

“You. Marrying you… that´s a good thing about myself” he mumbled, he couldn´t really think of anything else.

“That doesn´t count. But it´s a start. What will happen after we get married?” you sighed but tried to lead him in the direction you thought would help him the most.

“I´ll be the king of hell” he stated, his brow raised in confusion. He didn´t understand why you kept asking him those questions that to him were irrelevant and clear.

“Good. Tell me what that means” you crossed your arms, looking at him expectantly.

“Well I´ll be powerful… and strong. And able to protect you. Everyone will either look up to me or want me dead. And that´s the biggest compliment I could get. I´ll be king” he grinned at the end of that, making you nod proudly. Because yes, he already was king to you but realizing it for himself was so much more important for his confidence.

“Exactly. You´re the king. So act like it” you teased him, leaning in slightly to see if he was up for the challenge. It was Sukuna. Of course he was. Before you knew it his lips were on yours and all of his arms around you, one of them going up and down your sides, one of them in your hair, one of them on your back and the last one caressing your upper thigh. Yes, maybe having four arms wasn´t so bad, in situations like these he was superior to those who only had two arms. Maybe that applied to every situation then? That thought made him grin and flip you around rather roughly, straddling you and impatiently discarding any piece of clothing in his way, his own clothes vanishing at the same time, yes that too was much faster and less complicated with two extra arms.

You gasped slightly, reaching out to touch up his muscles, reveling in the view, your wide grin still made him blush but that was just how you liked it. He was cute and confident at the same time, he was your king, soon to be husband. You just couldn´t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. If it meant seeing the fire in his eyes burn brighter every day, you couldn´t be prouder.

His lips were on yours once more before he moved to your throat, leaving marks all over your neck, then your collarbone on which he nibbled slightly, licking over the dents he made. His. You were all his.

His hands didn´t stop touching you, arms didn´t stop holding you. He merely moved you into a more comfortable position. Laying sideways with him behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder, you could feel his grin and hot breath against your skin. He pulled you closer to him so that your back was up against his chest, feeling his heart beat, Sukuna was incredibly warm, so you relaxed even more in his embrace, enjoying his hands caressing your legs, spreading your inner thighs so you could feel his hard cock throbbing impatiently and so perfectly against your pussy. You too couldn´t really wait any longer and started grinding against him, covering his length in your slick, it felt especially good when your clit was touching his tip. You suppressed a moan and felt Sukuna twitch against you, knowing it felt good for him too encouraged you to keep going at a faster pace. He held your hips in place with one hand while two of them were cupping your breasts, playing with your nipples lazily. They were so stiff already, it made him chuckle.

If he only discarded those pesky insecurities earlier and focused more on you, he would´ve known how much you wanted this from the start, how much you really felt for him and how much that meant to him. He never thought he´d even be capable of feeling anything that could remotely be compared to love and now he was head over heels for you. Sukuna didn´t care much about the wedding or the ceremony, he couldn´t care less about the traditions, he just wanted you in his arms, all of them. He wanted everyone to see that you were taken. That you were his. His queen.

Nothing could boost his ego more.

He cursed under this breath as he started humping your thighs as well, you trapped his cock so perfectly, teasing him just right, making him harder by the second if that was even possible. His rutting became more and more chaotic, he grunted into your skin, biting you slightly and leaving his marks. “Fuck, please tell me you´re ready, I can´t wait any longer” he whined, though he already knew he could slip in easily, considering how wet you were already. And as soon as you nodded he did, as slowly as he could but you definitely felt his impatience. That was exactly the way you liked it though. You moved your hips back at him, helping him push all the way inside. Sukuna gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, your ass pressed tightly against his waist. You moaned loudly and he pushed his fingers inside your mouth to suck on. Not like he didn´t appreciate your moans but he wanted to have his fun with you, enjoy every single vibration that went through his body. You were so tight and warm, pussy throbbing against his dick, his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

His thrusts were fast paced from the beginning, too much accumulated sexual frustration inside of him. You weren´t faring off any better though. It was simply too much stimulation with one hand in your mouth, one on your hip holding you in place and two of them playing with your nipples. When he moved even faster, hitting your sweet spot every single time, your legs started to shake, you were close. And he wasn´t far behind either. How could he? You were just too fucking irresistible.

“You´re up to make an heir?” he groaned inside your ear, he could still pull out in time but seeing you move your head back to grin and nod at him really gave him the final push, he gripped your hips even tighter, leaving dents of his fingernails and bruises, thrusting as fast as he could until he moaned loudly, a string of curses following as you felt him cum inside of you. He rode out his orgasm, stimulating you a bit more, still thrusting until he felt you clench around him and cry out his name, albeit muffled by his fingers inside of your mouth.

He did pull them out after you came though, letting himself fall back with you on top of him so he could hug you tightly while still being inside of you.

Sukuna felt absolute bliss whenever he was with you and the next day on your ceremony he just couldn´t help but grin widely, he was too giddy and excited.

Not only would he finally be king, he would also have the best and most beautiful queen by his side. He swore his brain stopped working the second you walked down the aisle, surprisingly well he might add. Stunning. You were just incredible.

If the others only knew his cum was probably dripping out of you right now, though perhaps it was better they didn´t. That would just have to stay your dirty little secret. Having sex before the wedding night. Oh how scandalous. Befitting of the king and queen of hell.

[hannie-dul-set]

“i'll take your word for it and no one else's.” [lee jeno]

SUMMARY | maybe snooping through your friend’s phone wasn’t that much of a good idea. or maybe it was. either way, you didn’t regret it. PAIRING | lee jeno x reader GENRE | friends to something, fluff, lots of bickering JHDFJ WARNINGS | swearing, invasion of privacy (LMAO idk) WORD COUNT | 2.1k TAGLIST | @danishmiilk​ @lucyinthesunshinee​ @sehunniepot​ @nct-writers​ @czennienet​ @neowritingsnet​

a/n: i didn’t think i’d turn another one of my dreams into a fic, but here we are HAHHAHA i tweaked a few bits and pieces to make it work (setting + added some dialogue + changed the ending because i WOKE UP before it could finish hmph) but please enjoy this unscheduled fic!! <3

early summer afternoons were warm.

bright rays of the sun were showering on your skin as you lounged on the park bench, hot enough to make you feel the season but not too hot to singe your skin. it was the perfect weather to waste the day outside, and your younger brother and cousin decided to haul you outside so they can play basketball at the park.

but you didn't know why your friend jeno decided to come along.

"your brother messaged me," he grinned at you, plopping down beside you with a long, refreshed sigh. a towel was slung around his neck and he used it to wipe the sweat on his face. "what? why are you staring at me like that?"

"since when were you close with my brother?"

"am i not allowed to be friends with the little guy?" he joked, but apparently he took the unamused look on your face completely the wrong way. "oh my god, are you afraid that he'll take all my attention away from you?" to further tease, he brought his smug face closer to yours that was dumbfounded in shock, his stupidly irritating smile moving in closer.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

but you loved him nonetheless.

"like hell i want your attention," you sneered, lightly shoving him away with a glare. he only laughed at your display of annoyance. "go back to playing with the kids or something, you goof."

the never leaving grin in his face seemed brighter against the sun, and he playfully ruffled your hair before running off to disappear into the court.

"as you wish, m'lady."

you let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes as your cheeks were involuntary tugged upwards, prompting a smile to form on your lips. you brought your hands to your hair, fixing the mess that jeno left with, and your gaze landed on the phone he left beside you. the screen flashed on. someone was calling him.

brows knitted together, you picked up the ringing phone, unable to recognize the caller id. you brought the device to your ear, standing up walking towards the court— you figured that you'd just answer whoever that was now and just pass it on to jeno once he was at reach.

"hello?"

"oh, hello there!" there was a pause from the caller "is lee jeno around, miss? would you mind giving the phone to him?"

the voice was that of a middle aged woman's, but it wasn't someone that you recognized. you assumed it was a relative of his or something because you'd know that this was his mom if it were her. "ah, give me a moment! i'll just look for him."

your feet stopped at the edge of the court, the sound of a ball bouncing into the concrete jarring against your ears. not bothering to look at the scene in front if you, you covered the mic with your hand before deciding to shout.

"jeno! someone's calling you!"

there was no usual prompt answer from your friend.

"he's not here!"

the loud voice of your brother answered instead, causing you to narrow your eyes into the court scene with a tinge of confusion masking your expression. there was indeed no mop of blue hair within the area, and you were only confused even further.

"where did he— aish, nevermind."

scratching your head, you swiveled your heels and decided to just head back to the bench. "hi, sorry. i'm not sure where he is right now. so if it's fine with you, can you call him again later? or maybe i could just tell him to call you back when he returns?"

"oh, then can you just relay this to him? it won't take that long, i promise."

you inwardly sighed, but agreed nevertheless. oh, you were definitely gonna ask him to treat you and the kids dinner later. why the fuck did he just disappear like that? now you were responsible for memorizing whatever this woman was telling you (apparently it was about an architecture summer program he was interested in— the lady was a head from his department and she was just calling to tell him that he was accepted. she says she'll be forwarding more details later through text).

"alright, thank you! i'll be sure to inform him when he gets back."

the call ended, and you groaned. you were about to close the phone, but then all of a sudden a notification appeared with a quiet ding!

[haechan 🌟 liked your retweet.]

ding!

[ohhh shit why do i feel like i know who this is.]

"huh."

you knew that you shouldn't be snooping inside your friend's phone. you knew that you shouldn't be invading his privacy no matter how enticingly juicy the bait was. you knew that it was flat out wrong. but—

"ah, just a peek," you clicked on the notification. "payback for making me deal with his stuff."

a hint of excitement rushed through you. jeno never told you his twitter. actually, you didn't even know he had one. he was always buried with studies, sports, and friends so you didn't expect him to keep up with social media— this fact enough was surprising, but the moment the screen finally loaded the tweet

you were even more surprised than you were a few seconds ago.

[@markly tweeted: "it's kind of funny how sometimes we just meet random people at the most random of moments and you don't expect it but they just end up sticking by your side until now"]

[@leejeno quoted: "yeah. a few years back, i saw this girl while i was walking. it wasn't the usual path that i took to school. i saw her having trouble crossing the street because there was a dog hanging around (she's scared of them) so i decided to help her. she couldn't even look at my face back then out of embarrassment but earlier we were calling until four in the morning. if i took a different path that day or if i didn't help her, i don't know how i'd be like right now because she's become one of the most important people in my life."]

your heart skipped a beat. two beats. three. it was running a mile a minute and you could barely even breathe to catch up.

[@do0 replied: how are you two right now?]

[@leejeno replied: "we're good haha. i'm going with her and her brother to the park later. we're still really good friends.]

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"hey, sorry for running off there. i went to get some— whoa. whats up?"

oh my fucking god.

you shot up, eyes wide, and you automatically turned off the phone. broken stutters left your lips, as the leaping of your heart to your throat prevented you from saying even a semblance of a coherent sentence. all you could think of when you met his worried gaze, the way he rushed to your side to check on you, was the last thing you read. your grip on his phone tightened.

but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there

you were gonna fucking lose it.

"hey, are you okay?"

quick, gentle hands landed on your cheeks, fingers brushing against your skin like a match igniting a flame. you nearly got lost and tongue-tied all over again, but you quickly slapped his hands away in a scolding fit. "jesus christ, i'm fine. you just surprised me. are you a ghost or something?" you glared at jeno, but it only lasted one second because you couldn't bear to look at him without your insides going crazy. because of that, your eyes flicked to the plastic bag he dropped onto the bench. he brought you something to eat.

"a-and before you ask—" you defended yourself indignantly when he didn't even accuse you of anything. "i wasn't snooping. the school called. it was about your summer program. you got in."

"oh? they called already?" you nodded. "ah, let's talk while walking— the kids are mad because i only got you food. they're asking me to buy the entire store for them to compensate," he released an airy laugh. you mentally scolded yourself.

keep it cool. you repeated the mantra inside your head as you strided beside jeno, your brother and cousin racing ahead of you. street lights were lighting up and the sky was fading into the night. cool cool cool cool cool. keep it cool.

the walk to the store felt way too gruelling than it normally would. it wasn't even that far. you told jeno everything the lady had told you, including the more detailed texts that she'd be sending later on. you thought that he'd be a lot more excited after hearing— he was interested, after all. but to you, he just seemed dismissive. "should i go?" he mindlessly asked.

"what are you talking about?" your brows furrowed. "yeah, of course. you wanted to, right?"

"but it's gonna last an entire month this summer," he yawed, stretching out his arms and hooking you by the neck, causing you to halt and stumble into him. you held back a squeak, and he looked at you, eyes gleaming with curious anticipation. a car sped by. "you still want me to go?"

those damned words that you read echoed inside your head again. you wondered if it resonated into the fucking nerves of your heart, as well.

"i—i mean," you stammered. "it's only one month. and it would also help you a lot in the future, right? you'd make a lot of connections during the camp. so yeah, i do want you to go."

he blinked at you. a hum sounded from his closed lips. he let go of you and resumed walking. you gaped when he left you behind.

was this karma?

"hey, what the hell?" quickly, you caught up to him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his shirt so that you could hang on to him. "why are you being sulky? i didn't do anything wrong!" technically you did do something wrong, but he didn't have to know that.

"you said you wanted me to go."

"you're a baby," you scrunched your nose is disapproval. "i only said that because you said you wanted to go."

jeno abruptly stopped. maybe you were causing a scene in front of all the passersby, but you really didn't give a fuck anymore when your head was in a looped up mess. all thanks to your extremely difficult friend who apparently doesn't want to just be your friend. you swore that he was driving you insane on purpose.

he pulled out his phone and faced the screen to you. your sweat dropped.

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"even after reading this," he started. "you still want me to go?"

"w-well."

he just had to be so fucking sharp. well, you weren't exactly slick either. maybe he saw a glimpse of the screen before you got to turn it off earlier. heat started to rise from your neck into your face, a grinding mixture of embarrassment and desire to be hit by a moving truck afflicting your nerves. why were you the one suffering? shouldn't it be him?

"no."

he hummed, turning off his phone and shoving the device into his pocket. arms crossed, he leaned in to your face, bearing a look of feigned innocence. "but you said i'd make a lot of useful connections."

"you can make those anywhere."

"and it's only a month, right?"

"that's thirty days too long."

"and—"

"oh, come on!" you exclaimed, balling your fists in vexation. another car sped by with an accompanied honk. jeno simply wore a look of faint amusement at your little outburst. "i don't want you to join your stupid summer program. happy now?"

"well, if you say so."

you stared at him. he patted your head, eyes disappearing into a pair of crescents with a smile.

"i'll take your word for it and no one else's."

you were left frozen and dumbfounded in the middle of the sidewalk as jeno brazenly spun his heels to chase after the runaway kids that went before you— literally leaving you behind. letting a curse slip past your breath, you also went after them. he was definitely driving you insane on purpose.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

this was one of those times.

"you said you weren't gonna go, you asshole!"

"payback for snooping through my phone!"

but you could still love him nonetheless.

© hannie-dul-set, 2020.

[mlchaelwheeler]

Ahh Noah recently did a two truths and a lie interview and I'm very curious now. He said that 1, a main character dies, 2, there's an intense romance, and 3, the upside down eats up Hawkins, taking over the real world. I think 3 is a lie, so the other two must be true imo. And if this "intense romance" he's talking about had already been made clear and established to be romantic by now it wouldnt be a spoiler right???

hello and sorry this took so long to answer 🤪

i haven't watched the interview, but it's very interesting that those are the 3 things he chose to say. i think you're right that the third option (the upside down eating hawkins) is the lie. this seems a little too specific for it to be the truth, especially since i haven't seen any theories about that. it does seem like the obvious lie. plus, if there really is a significant time jump to s5, how would that work if hawkins didn't even exist anymore?

so if the third option is the established lie, that must mean that in vol 2 there's an "intense romance" and a main character that dies. 😵‍💫

i ageee with you that the "intense romance" doesn't really fit any of the couples currently together atm. we've got: jancy, mi|even, and jopper (pretty much). relationships that have been hinted at in vol 2 include stancy and byler. so far from what i've seen, jancy and mi|even couldn't be categorized as "intense," because they both have lots of problems in which the characters involved either aren't being truthful, open, or emotional. i could maybe see jopper described as "intense," based on how their escape from russia will go. perhaps if they're in a near death situation and one of them finally confesses their feelings, i'd say that could warrant being called "intense." idk tho. i definitely couldn't see this for stancy, and i honestly don't think they're going to end up getting back together--steve has learned more about himself and has realized he shouldn't be with a girl who wasn't able to love him back. similarly, nancy and jonathan work better together, and i think they'll be able to work everything out in the end. as for byler, depending on how the final fight with vecna goes down, i could definitely see it being "intense." particularly if will gets outed by vecna, the painting is talked about, vecna messes with mike or will's trauma in regards to their secret feelings, etc. this relationship seems the most likely to be called "intense," but idrk.

as for a main character dying, i don't really want to think about it bc i can't lose anyone of them honestly 😔 however, the fact that noah said it would be a "main" character kind of rules out the possibility of karen, murray, or dmitri being this person. while any of them could still die (they're kind of who i'm thinking atm), a main character will be dying as well. i'm not really sure who--i know people have been theorizing steve or dustin for ages. ig i could see murray being classified as a main character tho after all his screen time this season so far. he got as much (or more?) as mike/will/jonathan 😐

[tatestripedsweater]

Never Forget

Plot: After Bucky comes home in his new uniform, Bucky decides to make his goodbye to his best girl worth while.

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus, Mentions of Hitler (Idk if that’s a warning but I’m doing it as one just in case)

Wordcount: 4.1K

A/N: I’m posting this one shot a bit earlier than expected as I got a tad excited, also I’m proud of it (hint: the word count) I hope you all enjoy it!

Marvel Taglist: @amourtentiaa @tatesimper @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @darlingkitt @elaineygrace @satanscomplex @mossybank​ - Add/Remove yourself through my pinned post 

“Does Y/N know?’’ Steve asked as he motioned to Bucky’s uniform, of course you didn’t. He already knew the answer to that question. Bucky knew you’d me less than happy, but not you or him could change what was happening in the world right now. No matter how bad he wanted too. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Steve knew his best friend better than anyone, he should do as the two grew up with one another. The look on Bucky’s face indicated that you, Bucky’s girlfriend, didn’t know at all. So, it was going to be a surprise when he walked in through the door in his Sergeant uniform.

“Yeah, I know she’s going to be pissed. What woman wouldn’t...?” Bucky didn’t know how he was going to handle being away from you, god knows how long this war was going to go on for. Bucky wasn’t even sure if he would come back home to you at all.

Just like Steve had read Bucky’s mind, he spoke up once more to share his ‘words of wisdom’ as Bucky called it. “You’ll be back before you know it, then you’ll have all those kids to run after once you’ve married her.”

You and Bucky had spoken about children, it was something that came up once he asked you to marry him. He wanted as many as you were willing to birth, just one big happy family.

“Oh, shut up.” The tone in Bucky’s voice was teasing and even a tad sarcastic, but he had to hold himself back from letting tears fall down his cheeks as he thought about it. What if he never came back? The two of you would never have the family the both of you talked about, you’d most likely remarry. Have a family without him.

“Are you both coming to the Stark Expo tonight?” Steve decided it was best to change the subject and quickly, Bucky had other plans than watching Howard Stark show off his latest invention.

“I’m going to spend the night with my girl.” He nudged Steve when he playfully rolled his eyes. Bucky wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, no one else. Just you and him.

 -

 “I’m home baby doll.” The excitement on your face was soon replaced with sadness once you saw your fiancé. Part of you hoped he wasn’t going, but you knew that if he didn’t then Bucky would be deemed a coward. Not that you would’ve cared. “Hey hey... come here.”

Bucky soon walked over to you and engulfed you in his arms once he saw the tears start to fall down your cheeks, small sobs escaping your lips as your head rested on his chest.

You weren’t ready for him to go, as selfish as it sounded you didn’t want him to leave.

“You can’t leave me.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, as soon as Bucky heard it then the tears started to roll down his cheeks. His hands rubbed your back gently as he held you, the both of you just clinging onto each other as you two cried. “Stay. Stay and we can run away together, anywhere you want.”

Bucky took a deep breath once that left his lips, how he wished it was that easy. He would if he could. Bucky knew how deeply this was going to affect you, he hoped to god that he came back as he didn’t know how you’d cope if he ever died. You could barely cope when he was out of the house earning money.

“Y/N we can’t.” His warm hands cupped your cheeks as he lifted your head, so you looked up at him, both yours and Bucky’s eyes red. “As much as I want to do that we can’t, but I promise you I’ll do everything in my power to come back to you. Not even Hitler can stop me from doing that.”

Before you could even speak, he leaned in to kiss you. Bucky’s lips against your own was like a drug, you just wanted more of his touch and his kisses that you didn’t know how you’d survive without him.

His hands were still on your cheeks as the two of you kissed one another, he could taste the sweetness of the honey you had for breakfast as he ran his tongue over your own.

Bucky deepened the kiss as his hands moved from your cheeks and ran down your arms, finally landing on your waist. Your arms moved over his shoulders before taking his hat off, so you were able to run your fingers through his hair, it was like running your fingers through silk.

You were sure that by the end of this that your lips would be bruised but you didn’t care, you wanted all of him. With neither of you taking a breather from the kiss, the dizziness started to set in. It wasn’t major, it happened often as the both of you couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Bucky.” You panted against his lips but before you could say another word you felt him sick your bottom lip into his mouth, before biting on it gently. He knew just how to make you flustered.

“You’re mine. Tonight, and forever no matter what happens. Promise if I don’t come back, you won’t forget me.” That took you off guard as he whispered that against your lips, his hot breath making goosebumps appear on your skin. “Promise me doll. I need to hear you say it.”

“I’ll never forget you. How could I? You’re always going to be my first love, first kiss. first sexual experience.” Your cheeks went hot as you said that, Bucky only chuckling made you heat up even more. “I’ll always love you, as long as the sun rises and falls, you’ll always be in my heart James.”

You were the only one he’d let get away with calling him by his ‘proper’ name, you and his mother were the only ones that ever called him it.

Bucky’s forehead rested against your own as tears fell once more after you said that, he was so afraid of you forgetting him if he didn’t come back. He didn’t want this love story to end.

“I got you something to remember me by.” He whispered softly as I looked into your eyes, pulling away so he could get a better look at your face. Your lips were swollen from the kiss, which only made Bucky smile as he noticed. Even saying goodbye, he was one hell of a tease.

“Stop laughing.” You spoke, Bucky chuckled, his hand moved to the inside of his uniform pocket. Pulling out a blue velvet box. “What’s that?”

“Open it.” He whispered as he saw the curious look upon your face, doing as you were told your eyes were met with a silver locket. It was in the shape of a heart on a silver chain, taking the heart into your hands you couldn’t help but smile widely at the present. “Open that as well.”

Looking down at the locket within your hands, you I clipped it before looking inside. There was a picture of Bucky inside.

“Now you can’t forget me. I’ll always be with you no matter where you go.”

“Are you trying to make me cry even more?” Your fingers traced over the picture with a small smile, it was the same one his mother had given to you months before the two of you had first met.

“No, but I want you to keep it on you always. Wherever you go, I’m with you, even if it’s to the bathroom.” A soft laugh felt from his lips as he tried to lighten the mood, Bucky saw you turn around and he got the hint instantly. Taking the necklace from you and unclipping the chain, he placed it around you before clipping it back in place, so it hung around your neck.

Bucky slipped the sides of your dress down your arms, exposing the skin before kissing your shoulders. With your back to him you could easily feel his cock against your ass, the bulge in his trousers making it clear just how hard he is.

“Beautiful.” As Bucky kissed your shoulder and made his way up to the crook of your neck, he could smell your perfume. It was sweet just like you. “My beautiful girl.”

“All yours.” Whispering back to him, you felt him smile against your neck when that left your mouth. With his hands on your waist, Bucky moved his hips as he pulled you even closer to him.

“You feel that doll? That’s what you do to me.” Bucky mumbles against your skin as he ground his cock against your ass. The very feeling forced a whimper from your lips, he knew what he was doing. Bucky often teased you like this, grinding against you for ages before finally giving you what you want. A good fucking.

“I don’t know how you’ll survive.” You whispered to him; Bucky didn’t know how he would either. He didn’t know how long he was going to be away from you, your current sex life with one another was rampant and very active. “You’ll have to take a picture of me with you.”

Bucky already knew which picture he was going to take, the one of you at the beach in your one piece. He had taken you on a beach holiday to get away for a while, just the two of you together. It may have ended up in sex on the beach, but it was worth it. And it was all he was going to think about while he was away.

“Already way ahead of you.” Once that left his mouth, Bucky had enough of teasing you. The two of you had all night together and he didn’t want to waste it, you felt yourself being spun around to face your fiancé before being picked up into his arms.

“Bucky.” You giggled as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his shoulders as you looked into his eyes lovingly. Bucky holding you carefully with his hands below your ass, you screw your face up playfully as he kisses your nose.

“Oh, you love my affection.” Bucky teased as he carried you into your shared bedroom. It was decorated with a picture of the two of you on your first date on the bedside table, along with some decor his mother had gotten you when you first moved in together.

“I do. Very much so.” You whispered as he laid you down on the bed, the sheets being soft on your skin. “Make love to me Bucky.” He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands moved to the back of your dress, easily undoing each button with every kiss he pressed against your neck.

“Fuck.” Bucky murmured against your neck once he pulled down your dress, your bra and underwear exposed to him. Goosebumps formed on your skin due to the mix of his kisses and the cold air, humming softly as one of his hands moved to your breasts while the other gripped the back of your head. Tangling it in your hair as Bucky moved his lips to kiss you.

“Baby.” You whispered against his lips as you felt his hand massage your breast, his hands were warm against your skin. He was like your own personal heater. “More. Please Bucky.”

The hand that was on your breast pulled down your bra without even taking it off, he didn’t have the patience to unclip it. As long as your breasts were exposed, he was happy.

Letting go off the back of your head, Bucky moved down so he kissed between your breasts. As pleasurable as this was, still having the bra there was a deal breaker for you so you managed to unclip it and throw it behind him.

“Thanks doll.” He chuckled before biting onto your left nipple playfully, Bucky’s other hand giving attention to the right one. Him running it between his fingers before pinching it, Bucky got the squeal he wanted from you. It only made his cock strain even more against his trousers. “I love your body so much, you’re fucking beautiful.”

The cold air that hit your nipple that he had in his mouth made you shiver once he pulled away, his mouth now paying attention to the other one. You could feel his bulge against your inner thigh as he suckled and bit at what he had in his mouth, if Bucky could spend all day just kissing your breasts, then he would. But he didn’t have time to do that tonight.

“Bucky.” You moaned softly as you leaned your head back against the pillow, he had to hold himself from Cumming in his briefs as the sound of you moaning his name was music to his ears.

The feeling of his lips move from your nipple and kiss down your stomach made you instinctively open your legs wider for him. Bucky nipped slightly at your lower stomach, making sure to leave a mark there that you’d only see.

With his face now centimetres from your cunt, Bucky kissed your inner thighs gently. He could see just how wet you are through your underwear. With him knowing your weak spots, Bucky made sure to leave marks on your inner thighs. Biting at the skin as he growled against you.

“This pussy is mine.” Bucky’s tongue licked up your clothed cunt just to get a taste of you but also to tease you, the whine that left your lips forced him back to reality. Bucky’s teeth gripped onto the band of your underwear before pulling it down, you were completely bare whereas the only thing that he had taken off was his hat. “You’re already so wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.”

Bucky’s tone made you flustered as he teased you, moving a hand into his chocolate locks he couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. He always loved it when you played with his hair, no matter if it was you gripping it during sex or stroking it while cuddling.

Moving so he was led on his stomach, Bucky gripped onto your thighs to keep you in place as he flicked your clit with his tongue. Your back arched but he managed to keep your lower half just where he wanted it, the taste alone for him was something he was going to miss. Bucky couldn’t get enough of how you taste, often comparing it to the sweetest pastry from the bakery.

Your fingers ran through his hair as Bucky applied pressure to your clit with his tongue, circling it and smirking as he felt you get wetter the more he toyed with you. The sounds he was making while eating you out was enough to have you whining, Bucky sounded like he was feasting on his last meal. He technically was.

“Bucky, oh fuck.” He moaned against your clit as that left your mouth, Bucky started to tug at your clit with his mouth before swirling it around his tongue. Just by how you were moaning was enough to let him know how much pleasure you were in, not to mention the fact you were coating his face in your arousal. Bucky was sure the lower half of his face would be glistening.

Moving one of his hands before teasing your hole with two of his fingers, Bucky could feel just how aroused you were from the way you moaned as he easily slid two fingers inside you. With his tongue still circling your clit, the moans he was letting out caused a vibration type sensation against your clit. His fingers filled you up.

Bucky’s cock was enough to make you feel full, but his fingers were just as nice, if not just as pleasurable. The wet noises coming from your cunt as he thrust his fingers in and out of you made his cock harden even more, if that were possible. Scissoring his fingers inside you, Bucky noticed what a mess you were making on the bed sheets. Technically it was his fault, he knew what he did to you, but the sight alone made him smirk.

Your skin was starting to glisten from the small light in the room, the sweat making it look like diamonds on your skin. The heat pooled at your stomach as you started to get closer to your orgasm, your moans got louder with each growing second.

His tongue applied pressure to your clit as he could tell you were close, Bucky made sure to search for the spot inside you that he knew would have you moaning his name.

His fingers made a ‘come here’ motion before finally he had hit the jackpot, Bucky felt the bumpy skin inside you and rubbed against it as he knew that right there was your g spot.

“Right there. Oh Bucky!” Your moans got louder as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as did the grip on his hair, it was like a knot was tightening in your stomach as he stroked his fingers against your g spot along with him sucking onto your clit. Bucky was the only man that had ever made you feel this alive; he was the only man you had been with so being without him was going to be a challenge for you.

Then the knot tightened before snapping, your legs shook against his head as you came over his tongue. The sensation making him moan, you tasted so sweet that he couldn’t get enough of it. It was like he was addicted.

“Good girl.” Bucky muttered as he licked up your slit, making sure to taste every inch of you. He didn’t know how he still hasn’t cum in his briefs yet, Bucky could tell when he would take his cock out that it would be purple and aching to be touched. “Shh, it’s okay. I got you.”

Stroking your legs gently as he moved to kiss your lower stomach, Bucky let you calm as you came down from your high. He wanted to go again, to taste even more but he knew that his time in Brooklyn was limited. “There’s my girl.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he kneeled up to look at you, you were panting as your eyes met his own. You could barely speak but Bucky could tell what you wanted by the way you were looking at him, he was still fully clothed yet here you were. Naked before his eyes.

“I’m already on it.” He spoke before you could, Bucky could read you like a book. He had been with you long enough to know what you wanted, not that he was complaining. He loved that you knew each other so well.

Bucky started with his jacket, then his tie, shirt and lastly the moment you had been waiting for. His belt. The sound of him unbuckling it went straight to your cunt, not that you needed to be aroused any more. You were already soaked.

Watching his every move, your mouth watered when you saw him pull down his trousers. He was finally naked.

Bucky was right, his cock was purple and begging to be touched. He so desperately wanted your mouth around him but tonight it was about you, he could go without a blowjob, but he couldn’t go the night without fucking you. He needed to feel your cunt wrapped around him, milking his cock.

Leaning down, he placed his arms either side of your head, so he practically caged you within them. Using that for leverage so he didn’t crush you.

“You have no idea how much I love you, I’ll always love you Y/N.” The tears started to form again in both of your eyes as he spoke, the two of you looking at each other with pure love. “Never forget me.” He whispered as his lips met yours once more, your arms wrapping around his back as he maneuvered himself.

“I could never.” You mumbled against his lips, you went to speak once more but was cut short when you felt his cock completely fill you up. He slid inside you so easily, it’s like Bucky was made for you and you him.

Moving his hips slow but hard, he made sure to go gentle with you tonight. Bucky didn’t just want to fuck you, but he wanted to make love to you, make sure that you remembered this moment years down the line.

“Fuck. Your cunt practically swallowed my cock  Y/N.” He growled as he felt your walls wrap around his cock, Bucky was truly going to miss this when he was away. He was going to fight tooth and nail to come back to you, nothing would stop him from coming back home to his beloved.

“I love you.” You whispered against Bucky’s lips as he thrust his hips against yours, keeping the pace just how he wanted it. The bed was creaking under the both of you, but you weren’t surprised, even at a slow but hard pace it still squeaked.

“I love you too doll. So, fucking much you don’t even understand.” His voice cracked as Bucky moved his face to the crook of your neck, your eyes went glassy as you felt the wet tears from his eyes fall onto your skin. “I’m going to miss you so much, and I’m scared I won’t come back.”

Bucky rarely showed he was scared in front of anybody, but right now he was showing just how vulnerable and scared he was. Bucky didn’t want to go but he had no choice.

You pulled Bucky tighter to you as tears started to fall down your cheeks as well, you were caught between crying and moaning as he continued thrusting inside you. He wanted to savour every moment, to feel every part off one another until when he was gone you still felt him on your skin.

He moved his head so his forehead was against yours, you could feel Bucky’s tears against your skin as he thrusted hips slowly but deep. You could feel every inch of his cock inside you, he was filling you to the brim and that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

Bucky’s breathing got faster as did his hips, no matter how hard he tried to go slow with you, he couldn’t help but pound you into the mattress. You could feel one another’s hot breath as he got faster, the sound of his cock thrusting inside you being the only noise along with the moans and skin slapping against one another. It was a sound you wish you could get on record.

“I want you to take my cum.” Bucky mumbled against your lips, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust made you moan as you looked up at him. He was always one for pulling out and Cumming against your stomach, or having you suck his cock to get him to his orgasm. Bucky had never let himself go inside you, but this time he wanted this to be special. He knew there was a risk with it, but Bucky was willing to take such a risk.

“Take all of it, be my good girl.” He whispered against your lips as he moved one of his hands between your legs, rubbing your clit in circles to match the pace of his own thrusts. “There she is.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched you fall apart, your cunt squeezing his cock as you came around him. Bucky could feel your nails dig into his back and he knew there would be marks there tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He was sure other soldiers would have the same marks from saying goodbye to their lovers.

“Doll... fuck.” You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of Bucky filling you up with his cum, it was like something you couldn’t even describe. He was in ecstasy, he wanted to fill you up as much as possible tonight. Mark you as his own. You were his and you were always going to be no matter what. “Promise me doll, promise me again that you’ll never forget me.” Bucky panted as he looked down at you, he needed to be reassured. This was going to be something he was going to be asking all night, but you didn’t mind. You understand.

“I’ll never forget you, never James Buchanan Barnes.” You smiled lovingly up at him; his smile matched your own as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips moulding against yours like a puzzle piece, you didn’t want to stop. You never wanted this to end but at some point, it had too. “I love you, and I always will.”

And that’s a promise you kept your entire life.

[frostironfudge]

Philtre - Loki oneshot

Summary:  Loki x female!reader, set in an AU, basically the reader is a witch and loki is sort of himself but more towards a sorcerer? idk i played with the idea in my head it seemed great there

warnings: mentions of violence, control

words: 1357

Author’s Note: sort of wrote it for getting through a writing funk, i may turn it into a fic, let me know your thoughts! Thank you

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The darkness only hid those who wished not to be seen. Though the archways were lit with floating candles Y/N roamed along the corridor, no castle as grand as this one could have been conjured by her dreams. A hidden figure trailed behind her silently, not a footstep echoed, their cloak seemed gliding over air, untouching the ground beneath it.

Y/N turned, trying to catch off-guard the presence she felt since she left her chambers. However, her gaze only met the empty path she had set upon. A breath escaped past her lips, revealing itself at the sudden cold temperature. Her eyebrows furrowed, there was something unreliable going on, she turned back in contemplation.

The cloaked figure looked down upon her, their fingers grasping her arms to steady her balance.

“I apologise.” said Y/N, in a light voice, knowing there were more than just beings that roamed this castle.

“Return to your chambers my love, there are things tonight occurring that you must not be witness to.” The figure spoke, voice deep and smooth an edge of danger in their tone.

“May I question why?” Y/N enquired.

The figure let go of her arms, “I wouldn’t want my witch burned at stake.”

“H-how…” Y/N trailed off scared at her truth being common knowledge,

“Fret not my dear, no one shall dare touch you, I shall return for you.” They assured.

“How will I know it is you? Or that you are indeed a well-wisher?” Y/N stood her ground, fingers ready to manifest sigils in the air between them.

The figure raised their hands to the hood of the cloak, Y/N deemed they would reveal their identity.

The figure pulled her near, she looked up to find their face covered further by a cloth only piercing blue eyes, reflected by the dancing flame in the wind.

That is when the riot broke loose. Chants of men, screams of all ages echoed through the impenetrable walls of the castle.

They both looked out the small window seeing the dark nigh now painted over in orange hue.

“You must return, it is imminent you do.” They cautioned her again.

“What is your name?” Y/N pleaded for something more, anything.

“You shall know when I return for you. Now you must return to your chambers.” The figure took a step away from her.

Y/N looked towards the window again, as the chants grew closer. She turned to the figure once more but they were gone.

She retraced her steps I haste, returning back to her chambers and blowing out the candle.

She heard her door open and closed her eyes.

“Say the incantation.” A voice commanded in whispers.

A few papers ruffled,

“To those that wish to bewitch

reveal your true form

for a doom awaits

in form of a storm

reveal the magic that allows her trickery

for that she may be rewarded for her treachery”

Y/N kept breathing as though she was asleep, nothing occurred out of the ordinary then after ninety breaths her uninvited guests left her chamber.

She still reminded herself to keep her eyes closed, she made sure to remain as calm as she could as the screams ravaged the castle.

Her eyes opened when she felt a hand on her mouth. She saw blue eyes in front of her again.

“Y/N you mustn’t scream, nor must you cry at what shall be shown to you. It is of great importance, here your mother sent this please read it quickly, I shall preserve it for you.” The figure held out an envelope. They lit the candle near her.

She took it and with gentle urgency opened it, it contained a folded paper and her mother’s ring. Y/N looked at the figure, who was near the door.

As she looked at the letter in her mother’s handwriting, her eyes brimmed with tears.

Shakily handed the paper back to the well-wisher.

“I need to make sure you understand.” The blue-eyed figure asked, his clothing was disheveled, their cloak’s hood down, revealing his shoulder length hair.

“I do.” Y/N answered.

“Do you have any items you need hidden?” He asked, reaching for the ring once more.

“My journals and books.” She pointed at the desk.

“They will torture you to the end, you mustn’t use your abilities.”

“If I die?”

“I promise you it shall not happen.”

“Do not make promises you won’t be able to keep.” She cautioned.

“I have proven myself to you, the way I could.” His eyes held an unfathomable emotion.

Her chamber door was knocked upon, the figure turned to her desk, grabbing all they could.

They turned to her one last time, as the banging on her door grew louder.

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The chatter died down in the café as the wave of evening patrons left for home. Y/N took of her blue-light filter glasses, her eyes. Picking up her almost empty cup she looked around at the remainder of the crowd. A figure dressed in all black caught her eye.

She looked towards them once more, he was writing something down, a few strands of his long hair falling forwards. He looked up right at her and smiled. She was startled but something made Y/N look into his eyes once more, a wave of recognition took over her, “Loki…” She breathed.

He smiled, walking towards her. 

“I am surprised you recognised me.” Loki sat across her, picking up a book she had strewn across her table. ‘Circe’

“I’m surprised you think I wouldn’t.” Y/N leaned back into her chair, he always found her when she had finished acclimating to the newer places. “Is it time already?” she asked, worried about leaving yet another place unfinished.

“I’m afraid it is,” Loki gave her an apologetic smile, “but it isn’t to move to another place.” 

Y/N’s expression didn’t do justice to her level of confusion. 

“We must return.” Loki played with a small diamond in between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Return to home?” Y/N never wanted to go back.

“Yes.” Loki looked at her earnest, hopeful she would agree.

“take another witch or warlock please.” Y/N hoped someone else would do the task, she respected Loki asking and not ordering her.

“I’m afraid Y/N the other warlocks and witches aren’t up for the task.” Loki’s jaw was set, he wasn’t telling her everything, she reached out and held his hand. 

“Do not, Y/N.” Loki’s eyes wwere cold, she retracted her hand back. 

“How many times have I told you, your powers aren’t to be used on me?” He asked, she looked away.

“I was worried.” 

“You always are.”

“For good reason,” She looked back him

“Y/N, please.” Loki softened his approach, he knew what he was asking he knew she knew why he didn’t want her to know, but she knew already. Y/N looked out the cafe window, the cloudless sunset turned into a stormy evening. “Y/N...” Loki tried to help her but he was lost too. “They died Loki, we left, you made us leave to escape and now they are all dead. I will not have you in danger after all you did.” Y/N wiped away a tear as she looked back at him.

“Y/N, i can’t do this without you.” Loki said with sincerity. “But you can make me, could you not?” “I could.” He sighed, he knew somewhere in his mind she would say this.

“Then I leave you no choice.” Y/N closed her laptop, waved her palm over her forearm, the silver crescent revealed itself.

Loki, closed his eyes, bringing his guard up, taking her hand, he looked at the crescent, glowing lightly.

“Indeed, you leave me no choice.” Loki said as his palm covered the crescent moon.

A wind blew around them, the patrons clutched onto their things which began flying around.

“Loki,” Y/N kept her eyes on his, he hoped she knew this wasn’t the way he wanted to have her agree.

The wind died down, “Y/N look at me.” Her eyes had closed, now she looked at him, a subtle hint of silver surrounded her iris.

“Sire.” She breathed as though a weight lifted off of her.

[catxsnow]

PROM DATES

Request: Hey, could I request a batmom where the topic "prom" comes up (idk how) and batmom says she never went there and regrets it and batfam makes her her "own" prom and she dances with all of her sons.

Warning: fluff

A/N: This was so freaking cute!! I loved writing it, all the fluffy feels 

GIF not mine

Word count: 2.4k

Bruce Wayne's kids didn't get along. They fought, argued, and even threatened to maim each other. However,  they would also die for each other, avenge each other, and fight anyone that tried to hurt them. They had a messed up family, but if there was one thing that they could agree on, it was how much they loved you.

Each Robin grew up with you in their life. You were there to support them, help them when needed, and be the person to look to when they needed guidance. They might not have been your own kids, but you loved them like they were. Bruce loved you for that. It was a crazy family that you had formed, but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Alfred had worked far too hard for you family. He never showed that the work was ever too much for him, but you knew that when you offered for him to take the day off and relax that he appreciated it more than you could imagine. You decided that it was your time to clean the massive Wayne Manor.

Hours of washing and scrubbing as your family worked themselves away down in the cave. It was nice having the place to yourself. Music was blasting and you were able to dance around without any of your kids teasing you for it.

By the time that you reached the study, you had found an old album of Bruce from high school. He looked far younger than he did now. Stress free, no wrinkles, still the same smile that he gave you now. He looked handsome, but that never changed with his age. You couldn't stop yourself from flipping through the album to see what his life was like before you.

He seemed so different back then. Sports, hanging out with his friends, being irresponsible. You didn't think Bruce was ever capable of that. It was when you reached his senior prom pictures did you stop to admire. He looked better than ever with his suit on and a smile on his face. No lines of stress or thick scars were on his skin. 

"(Y/N)!" You nearly jumped as you name was called out. You were far to engrossed in the album that you hadn't noticed Damian and Tim exit the cave. They looked excited to see you - as they always did. Tim moved to stand behind the chair you were sitting in and Damian stood at you side.

"Bruce looks so different," Tim looked at the pictures in shock. Damian analyzed his father, at that age he looked the spitting imagine of Damian. "His prom date doesn't even compare to you. Who was your prom date in high school?"

"I never went to prom," you sighed. High school was a long time ago, but you still regretted not going to your senior year prom. Getting to dress up and get your hair done, it was something that you never got to experience. It had been decades and you still missed not having that night.

"No one ever got around to asking me and all my friends had dates already. I didn't want to go alone," you explained to them. Tim placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He had seeing you upset about things - especially so mundane like this where there was nothing that he could do to fix it.

"It seems lame anyways," Damian scoffed. He didn't enjoy the idea of wearing a fancy suit just to stand around in some gym with half-ass decorations and people who didn't wish to be there. To him, it was pointless. But he could see that this night meant something to you. He didn't want to see you upset about it.

You suddenly closed the album, not wanting to think anymore about your own past anymore. Tim and Damian looked between each other. It didn't take being the son's of Batman to realize that you were upset. You kissed the tops of their heads and ushered them to to the kitchen for lunch.

Tim and Damian walked far behind you and paused to glance at each other once more. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tim asked.

"For once, yes."

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All week you had been suspicious of your family.

For the first time in a long time, Jason had come home without your request. Dick was more giddy than normal. Even Damian seemed to hint at a smile every time he looked at you. Whatever they were scheming, you wanted no part of it. Last time they had those looks, a prank war nearly broke out.

Saturday morning, Bruce had offered to take you out for brunch. It wasn't very often that you got to lavish on dates, but he claimed that the media needed to see you out and about together - you were just happy to spend time with him. He also encouraged you to dress fancy since the place you were going to was rather expensive.

You loved getting dressed up for him - mostly because you got to hear the endless amount of compliments from him.

Brunch went as you expected it to. Delicious food, pictures from the paps, and the best kind of company with the man you loved. No matter the time or place with Bruce, you always loved getting to be with him.

He took the long way home, wanting to show you the new development that WE was working on. It was going to be a beautiful new building that would help thousands. You were always amazed at what Bruce could come up with. He held you hand the rest of the drive back, gazing over with love in his eyes.

There was a hint of a smile on his face as he drove up to your home. Something had been up with him all morning and you still weren't sure what it could have been. Nonetheless, you graciously accepted his hand as he opened the door for you and walked up to the doors of the Manor.

"What's with you?" You stopped him. You hand rested on his chest while the other was still intertwined with his own. "You look far happier than you ever are."

"Am I not allowed to be happy when I'm with my beautiful wife?" Bruce leaned down to kiss you again. You smiled into it, even more so when he pulled away. Only with you, did Bruce's gaze ever soften. "Come on, let's go inside."

Bruce pushed open the front doors and you were nearly taken aback with shock. Your front entrance no longer was the spotless floor that it usually was, but instead, was covered in classic high school decorations. A picture backdrop was in the far corner, a balloon arch right as you walked in, there were even streamers hanging from the high ceilings.

You felt like you were back in high school again. However, it was the decorations that caught your attention, it was how beautiful and handsome your adoptive kids looked standing in the middle of the foyer. For the first time in a long time, everyone had gathered together, just for you.

Dick, Duke, Tim, Jason, and Damian were in the best suits they owned. Their hair was styled and the all had gleaming smiles as they watched your expressions. Steph and Cass were there as well, both of them in gowns that looked so perfect on them that they looked way more grown than you ever remembered them being.

"What's all this for?" You asked. You broke away from Bruce's hold and did a full spin of the room to see everything that they had done for you. Finally, you had seen the prom poster with the year that you had graduated hanging up. "You recreated my prom?"

"You said you regretted not going," Tim spoke up. He looked over to Damian, who had been the one to help him get everything set up for you. "We wanted to let you have that special day, too."

Tears brimmed your eyes at the idea that they had gone through all of this just for you. Getting everyone together was hard enough as it was, you had no idea how Damian of all people was able to swing something like that. That was the thing, they all loved you enough that they didn't have issue to clear their plans for the day just for you.

Damian was the first to notice the tears in you eyes. He broke the formation that they had and approached you. He looked up at you for a brief moment before latching around your waist. You knelt down so that you could be eye level with Damian instead. He didn't say anything, but you knew what he had on his mind. "I love you too, Damian," You kissed his cheek.

He went back to his original spot and just as he did, music started to play. You had just noticed Alfred standing off to the side with a record player by him. Bruce stuck his hand out for you to grab, "May I have this dance?"

"Of course, my love."

Your afternoon had gone nothing like you expected it to that morning. The surprise of having your kids recreate something so irrelevant in their lives, just for you, warmed your heart. The conversation about prom with Tim and Damian had been so short, you never assumed that they even thought twice about it.

You were wrong, very wrong. They had managed to create you the perfect prom. They even played all the same music that was from your year, it was incredible. You had finally gotten the prom that you wanted, and this was far better than what it would have been in high school.

With this, you had the chance to dance with each of your sons, and the love of your life. Dick had been the most giddy to ask you to dance. The second that Damian had brought the idea up to him, he was all for. You were the most important person in his life growing up, he would do anything to make you happy.

Dick was grand and dramatic as he twirled and dipped you. As the oldest, and having known you the longest, he wanted to make the best first impression of your prom. You were laughing and smiling the whole time he danced you around.

Jason didn't look overly thrilled to be there, but his attitude changed as he danced with you next. Growing up, you were always his biggest supporter. Even now, with Bruce opposing all of his new morals, you still saw that excited little boy in him. For him, you were his voice of reason, you respected him in a completely different way than the rest of his family.

It was moments like those did Jason realize just how lucky he was to have you in his life. When your song ended, Jason had pulled you into a tight hug, muttering words of thanks quiet enough that the others couldn't hear. No matter what he did, he always wanted your praise.

Tim had been next. "I can't believe you did all this for me," You told him. "I don't think I can ever thank you enough, this is... this is beyond incredible."

"Of course I did it for you," Tim smiled. He spun you around in your dance before continuing. "I think if Damian and I can agree on something then it must be very worth doing. We love you, (Y/N). You're the best adoptive mom we could ever ask for."

"As crazy as you kids are, there's no other family I'd rather be in," You agreed. As the dance ended, Tim kissed the top of your head and allowed Duke to take his spot. Duke grinned as he grabbed your hand.

He always felt like he didn't have the same kind of connection with you as the rest of the kids, but he couldn't be more wrong. Duke was an excellent kid, and you were so beyond proud to say that you had a part in making him who he was today. "You look so grown up in that suit."

"I am grown up," Duke argued. He was. All of them were. They weren't the young Robin's that showed up broken and alone to your home. They were all - besides Damian - grown up. You wanted to hold onto Damian's youth forever, you feared the day that he would leave you and Bruce.

Finally, it was Damian that offered his hand to dance. His hair was slicked back and he looked just the image of Bruce. The older he got, the more you saw his father in him. "Thank's for doing this, Damian. It means a lot to me."

"It wasn't difficult," Damian tried to play it off. He was much shorter than the rest of your dance partners, but he had more skill than the rest. He didn't twirl or dip you, but you swayed around the entire 'dance floor'. "I'm happy that you're enjoying yourself."

As the last song ended, you were left feeling happier than you had in ages. Seeing all your kids together, getting along and chatting? That was all you wanted in your life. You hated seeing them fight, but you knew that they all had their reasons - as well as their reasons against Bruce. As much as he wanted to keep them safe, he was too hard on them at times.

Bruce joined you once more, snaking his arms around you from behind and kissing along your jaw and cheek. You looked around the room at everyone. Tim was dancing with Steph, Cass with Duke. Damian and Dick were chatting while Jason was talking to Alfred. This had been the most peaceful your home had been with everyone in it.

Bruce spun you around so you were facing him. His hands were low on your waist and he pulled you as close as he could. Once again, there was a loving smile on his face that was reserved only for you. "Today was perfect, Bruce."

"I'm glad," Bruce kissed you. He did a dramatic dip in the middle of the room, gaining the attention of everyone else. Dick had snapped a photo just at the right time. That picture would be better than any high school prom picture you would have had all those years ago. "I always wish you to be happy."

"I'm always happy when I'm with my family."

[i-love-side-characters]

hot take for the aoas fandom but i don’t ship curaday. not bc i just don’t like the ship but bc i don’t like how faraday was curie’s previous mentor. idk... it just seems manipulative and predatory to me that they ended up together with the power dynamic so unbalanced.

hmm i definitely see where you're coming with that. and don't worry its fine that you don't ship them!!! that's perfectly acceptable!!!

i have to say a few things first on the predatory aspect, if that's alright. also disclaimer this is quite rambly, i'm sorry i'm just very tired.

additional notes:

important points/things i want to stress in bold

quotes are italicized

thunderhead + the toll quote used!!! not really spoilers, but careful if you haven't read books 2 and 3!!!

if you're not a coward here's my askbox

now in my opinion, there are a few things that might make it seem as though curaday is a very predatory relationship. one, the mentor/apprentice problem. two, the age gap. three, the essence of their romantic relationship. because you didn't state why you felt it was predatory, i'll adress those issues.

1) the nature of their relationship during the mentor years

the "original" curaday as such wasn't really a romantic relationship. there was no hint of the relationship between the two while faraday was mentoring curie. at the time when their relationship was only mentor/apprentice and indeed adult/minor, there were no requited feelings from faraday.

"....then tore [the journal entry] out the next day, when i broke down and confessed my love with eyeball-rolling melodrama. [...] [scythe faraday], on the other hand, was a gentleman [...] and let me down as easily as he could." ― scythe curie, (page 347, scythe)

just to be thorough, here are several definitions of "let down." all links in sources.

convey bad or disappointing news in a considerate way, so as to spare the person's self-respect. ― idioms free dictionary

to try to give someone bad news in a way that does not upset them too much. ― macmillan dictionary

an unrelated expression is let someone down easy. this phrase refers to breaking up with someone in a relationship in such a way that they are not devastated of overly sad. ― writing explained

so it's clearly implied that faraday said no to her. after curie confesses her feelings, she describes what happen after that.

"i lived in [scythe faraday's] house, and remained his apprentice, for two more awkward months." ― scythe curie (page 347, scythe)

note that there is no mention of there ever being a romantic relationship between the two scythes during the remainder of the mentorship. this shows that no adult/minor predatory behaviour had occurred between the two scythes.

just to add on, some thoughts from my friend ref. ( @jam-is-my-food )

"if their romance took place when or anytime around when curie was his apprentice, yes. absolutely that would be a tilted power dynamic and uncomfortable and Not Good."

this, as well as the quotes, removes the "predatory" aspect of your concern. but that's just my opinion!!! you can still believe that is an unhealthy and wrong relationship. but personally i don't think the mentor/apprentice concern is a factor, since the romantic aspect took place much later.

2) the age gap during the years of their romantic relationship

there is a 5 year age gap between the two scythes. according to the wiki, at the start of scythe, curie is 219 years old, and faraday is 224. during scythe curie's explanation of her crush on faraday, she pinpoints their exact ages.

"i was seventeen and full of righteous indignation at a world that was still heaving in the throes of transformation." ― scythe curie (page 345, scythe)

"i was seventeen, remember. childish in so many ways. i thought myself in love." ― scythe curie (page 346, scythe)

"but at twenty-two, [scythe faraday] was just as inexperienced in such matters as i was." ― scythe curie, (page 346, scythe)

the five year age gap during the mentorship would have made it an adult/minor relationship, but as they grew older that simply isn't the case.

"then, nearly fifty years later, when we both had turned our first corner and were seeing the world through youthful eyes once more―but this time with the wisdom of age on our side―we became lovers." ― scythe curie (page 347, scythe)

they became romantically involved until fifty years had passed. which would put curie at around 67, and faraday at around 72. curie even outright says that they had "the wisdom of age on [their] side." this shows that curie believed that both parties were mature in their starting of a romantic connection.

here is some more input from ref. ( @/jam-is-my-food )

"and, adding on to [the earlier statement], if faraday was the one who had liked marie when she was his apprentice. even if a lot of years had passed, that would i think still make it inherently predatory and yikes.

but the thing is, that's not what happened. all that happened when she apprenticed for him was that marie had a crush on michael.

and he turned her down. because she was a kid. and that's the end of it."

this, i would say, addresses the general complaint of the age gap between the two. most often people believe that because faraday apprenticed curie that he was a lot older but that's not true. the gap is only 5 years. now that absolutely does not make their relationship "not predatory", but it does show that both parties were mature in their decisions.

3) after their romantic relationship + friendship

now this part is less technical than the others. this is mostly my opinions. but just to start off, i want to look at their relationship after the 7 deaths and 70 years.

your feeling of their relationship is that it is "manipulative and predatory". now i've never been in an unhealthy relationship before, but i don't believe this is one (please correct me if i'm wrong! i am not speaking from experience here and could easily make a mistake!).

out of everything, their treatment of one another after the romantic relationship stands out to me the most. personally if their romantic had been unhealthy in that sense, i don't believe they would have stayed friends as they did.

i had written an essay a while about curie and faraday together. if you could read it that would be great! however i'm linking my friend nisha's ( @genyyasafin ) reblog of it, as she adds in a small bit at the end about how faraday humanizes curie. [ here ] is the link.

as i was saying, i don't think this is a predatory and manipulative relationship simply from the way they act afterwards. they are described as old friends constantly, and that friendship seems natural, to me at least. now you could be saying that this is a manipulative relationship and neither of them notice, but i don't think that's true.

“seven deaths, and seventy years later, many things had changed. we remained old friends after that, but nothing more.” ― scythe curie (page 348, scythe)

"i have observed the rise and fall of the romantic relationship between [scythe curie and scythe faraday], as well as the many years of devoted friendship that has followed." ― the thunderhead (page 383, thunderhead)

these two show that even the thunderhead, which is an incredibly knowledgeable force, does not seem to be troubled by their relationship.

not to mention this quote:

"other scythes―the ones i'm friendly with―will call me marie." ― scythe curie (page 235, scythe)

and through that quote it is shown that both curie and faraday are comfortable around each other. this isn't every instance in the books, but the ones i found quickly.

"marie―scythe curie that is―...." ― scythe faraday (page 371, scythe)

"and you, marie." ― scythe faraday (page 383, thunderhead)

"where are you my dear marie?" ― (page 102, the toll)

i didn't add in any quotes where its the reverse and she calls him michael, because he never mentioned his policy for first-name-basis, but this shows how comfortable curie is around faraday. not to mention it is implied that curie and faraday talk often, as curie knows about an event that only faraday, citra, and rowan know about.

"didn't you already attend a family wedding?"

citra wondered how scythe curie knew that, but wasn't about to let herself be derailed. ― scythe curie - dialogue, citra terranova - narraration (page 231, scythe)

the comfort in which they speak to and reference one another suggests to me, at least, that there is not a manipulative intent or feeling in the relationship.

4) conclusion i suppose

if you read all the way here, then i applaud you for your dedication and i thank you very much. that seriously means so much to me.

to anon: this essay was a whole 1,429 words. i am so sorry. however i do disagree with your opinion but i hope i've voiced mine in a somewhat coherent manner. thank you so much for reading all this way!!!

5) sources:

scythe curie wiki

scythe faraday wiki

arc of a scythe - book one: scythe

arc of a scythe - book two: thunderhead

arc of a scythe - book three: the toll

let down - idioms by the free dictionary

let down - macmillan dictionary

let down - writing explained

[kuronanox]

Our little secret-Kaien Shiba

"Kaien Shiba my super hot professor."

(Your Name) day dreams with brightful eyes as she sighs and smiles sheepishly.

"(Last Name)!" Kaien shouts smacking her desk with his rolled up paper as she flinched and looks up to him. His brows were knit and focused. "If you keep day dreaming you'll fall behind!"

"Ahh I'm sorry." She apologizes and bows her head respectfully as he laughs and grins.

"I'm joking, but seriously you should try to concentrate more."

(Your Name) chuckles and mentally screams, her tiny heart would hurt if he actually yelled at her.

"Wait he knows my name?!"

She looks back up and Kaien was already at the chalk board lecturing on the next chapter. With one hand on his hip and the other writing some unknown language on the board.

"Concentrate concentrate concentrate!"

She tries to smack her face lightly as she looks lower to stare at his butt and blushes a bit yelping as the students around her stared and she looked down embarrassed.

Once lecture was done she sighed from exhaustion and packed her bag before her name was called out.

"(Last Name)." Kaien calls out as most of the student cleared out of his lecture room and she mentally cursed.

"Yes sensei?" (Your Name) asks staring at her feet interested with the patterns of her new shoes.

"You can look up." He laughs a bit with both his hand on his hips. His tie moving along with his laugh and his tucked in shirt was so irresistible for her she licked her lips. "Anyways I was looking back at some of your test scores and you are falling behind! Is everything alright?" He asks now a bit concerned.

"No! Everything is fine! I'm just not understanding the material and I don't wanna stop class because of my selfish reasons."

Kaien pokes her forehead and grunts, lightly hitting the roll of paper on her head. "Everyone is here to learn. I guarantee someone else have the same question as you too."

(Your Name) goes back to looking at her shoes shyly as the older man sighs but in a concerning way. "How about I tutor you for 30 min after class each day you are here. Monday, Wednesday, Friday." His eyes raising for her answer as she slowly nods.

"I'm sure you are a busy man and I don't have money for a tutor."

"Don't worry about it, my students come first." He assures her with a smile as she smiles back.

"Jesus he's gorgeous! I can't believe he offered to help me learn on his own time for free!"

"I'll see you next week then!" Kaien cheers smacking her head once again before walking out the classroom.

The following weekend for her was so slow because she was excited to spend one on one time with him.

"He's my professor though! It would be wrong to like him! I'm sure he's married or dating already! I mean I should be too because I'm a junior year college student but still a teacher and student relationship would be to spicy."

Throwing her pillow across the room she squirmed in her bed like a fan girl. "A girl can dream though."

Composing herself she went onto her phone and searched through all social media to "research" him some more but she found nothing.

"Maybe he doesn't use social media? He ain't that old yet though." Putting her phone aside she closed her eyes and waited for Monday to come quickly.

Lecture time came as she sat towards the front of the class to concentrate more. Still this chapter and chapters before overlapped each other and she felt super lost and defeated.

Kaien would teach and sometimes look at her direction and from the expression on her face he knew she was struggling. Once the classroom cleared out he arranged his desk to be more roomy for her to set her things down.

"Cha! Are you ready?" He asks enthusiastically opening up his notes from a few chapters back.

She smiled and sat next to him as they got to work.

Over the course of their their tutoring sessions 30 minutes turned to 40, till it reached an hour and then till after dark.

Kaien didn't realized how much he was enjoyed her company that at times they would get off subject and just talked about themselves or their likes.

"I didn't think a 30 year old man would actually enjoy tutoring." He says to her as she gasped picking up her book bag and getting ready to leave their session.

"To be fair I didn't think a 22 year old girl would need tutoring."

Kaien waved her off, closing his classroom up. Looking out the window it was pouring all day. "Did you park in the garage today?" He asks putting his coat on.

"I did actually!"

"Me too, we can walk together."

The walk was normal it didn't seem like a teacher and student relationship, it was more like friends now. To Kaien there was nothing wrong with opening up your options even though he had none.

"You are still young (Your Name) go to parties and have fun." He tells her as she looks up to him, his eyes showed a bit of sadness but she couldn't figure out what.

"30 isn't old! But then again to see your professor at a party would be kinda sus."

Kaien chuckles and shook his head as they made it to the elevator. It was silent but her heart was racing.

They've spent a lot of time with each other since he offered to tutor her but she wanted to know him more. There was a part of him she could tell was missing.

"How was your college life?"

"Wild I did so many things." He tells her placing his hands in his pockets.

"Ahh me too, there are some pretty crazy frat parties." She tells him lightly as he laughs out loud.

"Tell me about it! I've been to plenty."

As they enter the garage, the rain started to pour harder as lightning mixed with the clouds.

"Will you be okay getting home in this rain?"

"Don't worry! I can wait it off on campus." She assures him as he shakes in head and unlock his car, opening his passenger seat.

"You wanna go to the bar? It's only a block down. We can wait it off there and then I'll drive you back to your car."

A part of her wanted to say no only because it seemed wrong to be drinking with her professor but she knew she wasn't a minor or some kid. It was totally fine and it wasn't like she was sleeping with him for better grades.

With a bright smile she gladly took a seat. "Sure!"

To her surprise the bar was pretty busy and it was blasting with music and people all ages mingling. He asked for a booth and took a seat across from her.

"He has to be interested if he took me to a bar or even offered to go out!"

Looking at the menu Kaien offered to pay for the night.

"Don't worry about it! I'm sure we are hungry also, it's been a long day."

(Your Name) was hesitant at first but gave in only because he wouldn't let her pay for nothing since he invited her out. They had a few rounds of drinks and it was easy for her to talk to him because Kaien was pretty open about everything.

"Yeah I remember falling down the stairs at a frat house blacked out in the bathtub after trying to get home." He tells her laughing his ass off thinking about his college days.

"Yeah it took 7 people to carry me out the house, I was dead weight and woke up in my friends house with different clothes." (Your Name) says sharing her side of stories as well.

"So you're a drinker? I wouldn't have thought." Kaien states as he drank the rest of his water. (Your Name) looks at her watch, it was about to hit midnight and the rain was slowing down enough to drive in.

"It's getting kinda late, I'm pretty sure your family is waiting for you." She says nonchalantly without realizing it may have been a sensitive topic.

Kaien slightly frowns but not enough to show discomfort. He kindly smiles to her after and says "no family, it's just me and I."

Her eyes widen in realization as she quickly apologized and bowed her head. He chuckles and ruffles her hair. "Don't worry, no offense taken. It gets lonely at times but I bare with it. Come on I'll drive you to your car."

The whole night they went out he was a gentleman, opening the car door and the bar door. Holding her bag and paying for dinner. It felt nice.

As they rode back she had to ask him, she wanted to know what this was.

"Kaien?" She asks and the way his name came off her lips felt foreign.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think this is weird? Going out to drink with one of your students and spending a lot of time with me even after tutoring me?"

There was a silence for a moment before he spoke truthfully.

"At first I was skeptical but we are both adults and what we decide to do shouldn't have to matter with imagine or what people think. That means yes I enjoy your company and I do like you."

(Your Name) blushed a bit, he admit to like spending time with her and hinted he didn't wanna stop either.

"How'd you know I like you?"

He smirks and shakes his head before pulling into the garage. "Word spreads fast around my students apparently."

Turning off his car Kaien walked her into her car so she would get home safely.

"(Your Name) if it's out of your comfort zone we could always try after you graduate." He seriously says to her leaning into her window as she gulped to how close he was to her.

"No I don't feel uncomfortable, I just didn't think this would actually be happening."

"Expect the unexpected." He says as she chuckles to how corny that was. "It can be our little secret for a while." Kaien adds with a toothy grin and she smiles.

"Yeah, our little secret for a while."

(Author Note: idk why I feel like I could make this one shot better but then it would turn to a whole story)

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → unimaginable 

summary: you decide to let shinsou go on a mission without you but when he gets hurt you blame yourself word count: 1,944 tags/warnings: aizawa family!au, light angst, family, fluff, idk  a/n: i don’t really know what this is but enjoy, i was watching hamilton and i thought of this.

Shinsou had been doing his work studies with you and you enjoyed being able to work along-side your adopted son. He had learned a lot from your husband Aizawa and was getting better and better every day.

You were very professional and did your best to remain unbiased but at the end of the day, you still cared for him as your son so it was hard to let him into situations that you considered too dangerous.

A mission had come up and Shinsou would be a perfect fit for it. You had intended to go with him until Aizawa pulled you aside.

“You should send him with one of your sidekicks, it’ll be good for him to work with others.” He said. You knew your husband well enough to know that that was his nice way of saying you’re smothering him. You couldn’t disagree with him but you worried too much. You liked knowing that if the situation was bad enough you could send Shinsou away to safety. You also knew that wasn’t going to help him become a stronger hero.

Reluctantly you let him go but you couldn’t shake the bad feeling.

“Okay, remember what Aizawa taught you.” You said readjusting the capture weapon that rested around his neck. “Be careful and follow their lead.”

“I know, I know.” Shinsou said with a hint of a smile. “I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will.” You smile at him, you brush his cheek with your thumb. “I’ll see you at home tonight, love you.”

“I love you too.” He said before leaving with the hero he’d be working with.

At your agency, you find yourself unable to focus on anything. You sit at your desk tapping your nails against the surface. It will be fine, you trust the heroes at your agency to take care of Shinsou. You know Shinsou is smart and strong. You wish that you didn’t worry so much.

Your door opens and your secretary walks in. The look on their face makes your stomach drop. Without a word you already know it’s bad news. You had seen it before.

“Not him.” You said before you could stop the words.

“Shinsou, he’s on his way to the hospital. The villain got out of hand, the structure started to crumble-”

Standing up you run out, you had heard enough. You just needed to see him, he had to be okay. You wouldn’t know what to do if-

Rushing to the hospital you called Aizawa. He picked up and you can barely get a word out you’re so frantic.

“What happened?” He asked you could hear the fear in his voice. He knows that not many things shake you.

“Shinsou, it’s Shinsou.” You finally gasped out. You were able to tell him which hospital it was and Aizawa is already on his way.

Rushing into the building you find the front desk, Aizawa is already there and you’re thankful you don’t have to try and ask for information. Aizawa turns and sees you, as you approach him he grabs your shoulders.

“He’s in surgery now, he’s unstable but they’re hopeful.” He told you in a calm voice.

You let out a breath, he’s alive but there’s still a chance he might not make it. Tears begin to stream down your face. You have always done your best to put on a persona in public, you were a highly ranked pro hero people didn’t need to see you shaken up but you can’t stop yourself.

Aizawa asks quietly if there’s somewhere private to wait and the receptionist gives him directions. Your husband guides you through the halls before entering a room and sitting down on a love seat with you.

“I told you I should have been with him.” You cried as Aizawa pulled you into a hug. He held you close, one hand at the back of your neck and the other in the middle of your back. He presses your head against his chest and rests his head against yours. “If I was there he would be okay.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered against your ear. “He’s a strong kid, he’ll be okay.”

Time passes and you hold each other, tears streaming down both of your faces. Eventually, your breathing evens and you start to calm down. The thought of Shinsou on an operating table makes you sick but you feel more stable than before.

“Shouta, I’m sorry.” You say quietly, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “It’s not your fault. You were right that I need to give him more independence. This could have happened even with me there.”

Your agency had sent in the report of what had happened, his injuries were caused by falling debris. A part of you thinks you could have stopped it in time but you also know that anything could have happened.

“It’s okay.” He said taking your hand in his. “I’m not upset at you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t regret telling you to let him go with someone else.”

You grip his hand in yours, pulling it to your lips to kiss the top of his hand. You stared into the dark eyes of the man you love, he looked just as worn out as you felt. The bags under his eyes and the redness worse than normal. You pulled him close, letting him rest on your shoulder.

“We’ll get through this.” You said. “Wait, Eri’s still at daycare!”

The realization that you had forgotten about your adopted daughter in all the chaos hit you, you tried to stand up but Aizawa keeps you from doing so.

“I already asked Yamada to watch her.” He reassured you.

“What would I do without you.” You sighed as you relaxed back into him.

More time passes before the doctors told you anything. Finally, you were told that he was out of surgery and in a room. The two of you didn’t hesitate to see him.

It broke your heart seeing him lying in the bed, bandages wrapped all over him. He had sustained quite a few injuries but the doctors said he would recover. You let out a breath of relief. Sitting down at his side you cradled his cheek, tears ran down your face.

You felt like a failure. When you took Shinsou in you promised to take care of him, keep him from harm, and here he was. You could feel Aizawa wrap his arms around your waist, as he tried to comfort you.

“He’ll be okay.” He said. You knew he would but it didn’t stop the overwhelming guilt. What kind of hero was you if you couldn’t protect your own son?

Every day at the beginning of visitor hours you went to sit at his bedside. After class Aizawa would join you for a while before you’d go home to spend time with Eri. Eri would ask about her big brother Shinsou but you would tell her that he was resting up so he could come home and be healthy. You knew the little girl had seen and heard worse but you never wanted to add onto that.

Finally, Shinsou woke up and when he did you were at his side, spilling apologies before he could even say anything. You held onto his hand as if you let go he would disappear.

“It’s not your fault, I should have been more careful. I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to worry so much.” He said.

“Shinsou, I’m always going to worry about you. It doesn’t matter how old you are.” You told him. He gave you a small smile but you didn’t miss the way his eyes teared up.

“I’m okay now.” He said. You squeezed his hand with a smile.

Eri was more than ecstatic to have her big brother home but you told her before he came home to be careful with him because he was still healing. You smiled as she carefully hugged him acting as if the smallest movement would hurt him.

Aizawa and you laid in bed together, your head resting on his chest as you played with his hair. It felt good knowing that Shinsou was home and in his own bed.

Growing up you understood the danger of hero work. You knew that in a moment you could be dead, one wrong move that was it. You were okay with that, when you were young you hadn’t expected to live long. Then you met Aizawa and then the stakes felt bigger. If you died you would leave him behind. If he died he would leave you behind. It was hard to cope with that possibility.

You had thought that was the hardest thing then you adopted Eri and you realized that a villain could try to use her to hurt you or Aizawa. You constantly worried that Overhaul or his associates would try to come after her.

Then Shinsou came into your lives. He wanted to be a hero and of course, neither of you would stop him.

It was so much harder to fear for your child than to fear for yourself. It was so much easier to protect them than to watch them get hurt. But you had to learn. Shinsou wanted to be like you and Aizawa and it would be hypocritical to stop him from pursuing his dreams.

The most you could do was to teach him everything you could so he would be prepared to be the best hero he could be. You supposed that was a part of being a parent, learning to let your children make their own mistakes and learn. You just didn’t have much time to prepare for that considering you took Shinsou in at the age he was.

“Will it ever get any easier?” You ask your husband. He was a teacher and had been for a while. He was more prepared for this than you were.

“Hmm?” He questioned.

“Watching Shinsou get hurt. Watching him grow up and learn the hard way?” You said. Aizawa sighed, his hand moving to your back.

“Yes and no.” He answered. “It will always hurt to watch them get hurt but every time they come out of it you’ll know they’ll be more prepared for being a hero. Think about all of the times you got hurt when you were young.”

You remembered the fire in you. It didn’t matter if it was a sprain or if you had almost died you always came out of it with a fire in you to do better, to be stronger, to become a hero that couldn’t be felled. That could protect anyone.

“It’s so hard to watch someone else go through it.” You sighed.

“I know.” He said. “But we’ll always be here for him. He’ll have support through it all. Just think how much harder it would have been for him with his situation before this.”

Aizawa was right. He always was. Shinsou’s parents had been neglectful at best. It would always be hard being a hero but Shinsou would always have a loving family there for him and you could pride yourself on that.

“You always know what to say.” You smiled looking up at him. “Thank you.”

Aizawa smiled down at you, brushing his hand gently across your cheek. He leaned down pressing a kiss against your forehead. You knew that you could do this. You knew that you and Aizawa could provide Shinsou the sanctuary he needed to become a great hero. The sanctuary that Aizawa lacked when he was young. And no matter what happened you could have peace in that.

[daydream-believin]

Flowers Have Feelings

summary: it's valentines and you're making some gifts for your good pal douxie,,, also confessing

warnings: swearing probably, no proofread cause tired

word count: 2659

a/n: i've been struggling with writers block. i guess. i've returned to this only to write like, a paragraph so many times. which is bad cause like cheese designed the bouqeut and this should have been done ages ago. idk idk bon appetit

tags: @yagirlcheesely, is for you

image below: sketch of the bouquet

You jumped out of bed and slammed your alarm. Today was the day. You had to get everything ready today. Tonight would be the presentation. The night you finally do it. The night you confessed to your closest friend and crush, Douxie. Also happened to be Valentine’s day.

Your friends may have told you: “Just be patient. Drop hints. If he likes you, he’ll let you know.” But you weren’t about that passive love life. You liked to grab that strawberry cow by the horns. Subtly was boring and took far too long. You were in love with your friend and you were gonna let him know frankly if it killed you. It probably would, to be honest.

As confident as this makes you sound, you were aware of the possibility of him not liking you back, and that was okay. Sure, your heart would be shattered and you might not be very peachy for, say, a month or six, but you accepted that. At first, you had resigned yourself to just adoring him secretly. But you quickly grew impatient with that. What were you afraid of, really? Him letting you down gently, and ushering you two into an era of awkwardness? Okay so maybe that was worth considering. But not really. You wouldn’t let it come to that. Even if he did turn you down, you weren’t about to let that fact taint your friendship like that. You two were very close, and Douxie wasn’t the kind of guy to suddenly treat you differently after such a thing. Just a few weeks of awkwardness at most before all was forgotten (on his end at least). Only a problem for you. But, boy, it would be really, really nice, and not awkward, if he reciprocated.

You and Douxie were thick as thieves. There wasn’t a thing you hadn’t told each other. Not a secret between a pair of buddies as close as you. Oh, one thing, you know. The fact that you had caught feelings, that was definitely something you had kept secret from him. As eager as you were to do so, you couldn’t just drop a bombshell like that at any old time. That’s why you chose today of all days to confess; a little extra luck from St. Valentine. A little magic to give you a boost, placebo or not. This was going to happen. This was going to work.

You strapped on your helmet, safety first, before heading out on your bike. You cleared your schedule for the day cause you weren’t really sure if everything would work out or not. You could have everything done and ended wrapped up neatly in a few hours, or you could have a complete disaster on your hands, which could take up all your time. Time you would happily give, since you were determined for everything to be perfect. It was also nice to know you didn’t have to come in to work later,, lest you spend the whole night, crying your eyes out. You shuddered at the possibility. You were gonna stop thinking about that now. Yeah, only confidence now.

You may be a teensy bit sleep deprived. Only a teensy bit. You chugged a monster this morning, you’ll be fine. It wasn’t your fault you were up all night researching flower language. There were so many flowers, and those flowers had so many feelings. Eventually though, you managed to settle on a bouquet of roses, daisies, and dandelions. Fern leaves for greenery too. Greenery was important for flower arrangements. It tied the whole thing together. While it wouldn’t be the most on theme color scheme, the yellows, whites, reds, and greens, would mix together prettily. You definitely didn’t have to go as far as this, and you were banking on the fact that Douxie even knew flower language, but it was sweet, it was romantic. And you were going to be romantic about this, dammit.

Daisies, for friendship. It was really important that you communicate just how much you valued Douxie’s friendship and how nothing would change between you two if he were to not return your feelings. Red, red roses, classic romance. There was a reason the blooms were so strongly associated with the valentines holiday itself; no one sees a red rose and thinks of anything other than love and romance. A clear message to your beloved. And well, the dandelions? Cheery, beautiful, resilient, common weeds, never to be approved of, finding the strength to bloom despite assholes like Merlin’s best efforts. Dandelions were Douxie’s favorite flower.

Too bad the florist didn’t even consider them to be anything but said common weed. You had included them in your order when you called it in and you could hear the florist laugh, but muffled as if he put his hand over the receiver, before returning to the phone to inform you that you would have to add them yourself. Pretty rude, if you say so. No matter, hand-picked dandelions would be romantic, anyways. Even if no one else knew about it but you.

You placed the bouquet neatly into the basket of your bike. You’d pick the dandelions to complete it later, right before the big confession, in order to keep them fresh. But as of now, the bouquet peaked out of your basket, the floral fragrance wafting up to your face as you made your way to the next store.

Last week, you had seen such an adorable little box of chocolates. It had chocolates shaped like little skulls, flowers, and ghost cats, and the box had a silly pun about death. Goth chocolate, def. It would have been perfect for the edgy wizard in your life, but alas, it was way too fucking expensive. Like obscenely expensive. But no matter, you’d just steal the idea. How hard could making chocolate be anyway?

You left the grocery store with your haul safe in your skull-patterned reusable shopping bag. Wizard-chic and eco-friendly, it was your favorite bag. The contents of the much-loved bag? Melting chocolates, a jar of marmalade, a jar of raspberry jam, a jar of strawberry jam, and a new roll of wax paper, since you were out. Now you weren’t as ambitious as to make your own jam here. This was a failsafe. There are only so many ways to ruin chocolates if you did not make the chocolate nor the filling yourself. Now just a quick run in the stationary shop on your way home for a cute box, and you were all ready to start your chocolatier career.

 * * *

Douxie was getting antsy. Not many patrons had paid a visit to his bookstore this afternoon. Which was strange for valentine’s. and it left him with nothing but his thoughts to entertain his anxious mind. Doux had a lot to worry about. His band had a gig in a new town, so he wasn’t sure how they would be received. He was waiting on a shipment of books that was supposed to show up days ago. It may have gotten lost. That Lake kid was getting himself into more and more trouble these days and it was starting to become hard to help out without overstepping his vaguely imposed bounds. But most of all, at the very moment, he was worried about you.

You had asked him to meet up for dinner tonight. Okay, pretty normal for a Sunday night. Not that the weekend meant anything to either of you, but you normally set aside Sunday for dinner hangout. So nothing to abnormal. But then. Then, you said, something… Douxie actually can’t recall what you said, per se, just that it was along the lines of “we need to talk.” And that your tone sounded nervous. He did not like that one bit, nope nope. He had spent a great part of the day just revisiting every interaction the two of you had had in the last month or so, desperate to figure out if he did something wrong. But he was coming up blank, for all his efforts. Across the room, the clock ticked on. It would be closing time soon enough, and then he’d no longer have to wonder just what he did wrong, as you would be there to tell him directly. Fuzzbuckets, he couldn’t wait.

* * *

You wiped the goopy chocolate off of your cheek with the back of your hand. So far this wasn’t a total disaster. You had at least seven chocolate skulls filled and drying in the molds. The white chocolate seemed to have melted smoother than the regular chocolate? The regular chocolate ones looked kind of lumpy. You hoped they came out of the molds okay. Not to mention the ones you already messed up. A little mountain of chocolate pieces and jam had started rising from your table top corner.

It had been lots of fun at the start. melting the chocolates with a double boil, planning out which molds would be which flavors. But actually filling those molds? A messy, messy ordeal. You had chocolate and jam all over your kitchen, up to your exposed elbows, and even a little in your hair. But that was okay. You’d clean the kitchen later. With the molds in the freezer to set, your priority now was cleaning yourself up rather than the kitchen.

And you cleaned up nice, if you did say so yourself. You got the chocolate out of your hair, and had on a fresh outfit, taking a little time to put effort into your style. You looked snazzy, but not too fancy. You needed to stay casual. Something that you hoped would make Douxie be like ‘wow they look pretty okay’ but not freak him out with formality. Yeah. This was good.

Your watch beeped. Okay, you needed to get out of here, no more dilly dallying. You pulled the candies you made out of the freezer. Moment of truth. Thank the stars, all of the chocolates came out of the molds smoothly without breaking. You arranged them in the cute circular box you set up earlier and folded the tissue paper over them. They all fit in perfectly. The cheesy valentine card, the most important part, didn’t quite fit on top of the candies, you’d have to put it with the bouquet. You slid the lid onto the box and fastened a bow around it with a blue ribbon. Maybe this was a bit overkill, but Douxie knew how to appreciate the dramatic. He’d love it, you were sure.

Last but not least, you headed to the greenspace across the street from your apartment for the final ingredient in your Douxie wooing, dandelions. You were lucky that the empty lot had recently bloomed an entire garden’s worth of the yellow things. The chilly breeze mussed up your newly-fixed hair as you danced about gathering the tiny flowers, adding to the bouquet until you felt like it was enough. Which took longer than you had hoped. You definitely could have kept adding in more dandelions but your watch beeped once again and you had no choice but to make peace with the level of yellow and book it to the bookstore where you and Douxie were supposed to meet before heading out for the night.

* * *

Hearing the ding of the door chime, Douxie turned around to kindly inform the customer who came in that he wasn’t open, but the words caught in his throat when he was met with your smile. There you were, standing in the shop with a box in one hand and flowers in the other. You looked cute. Really cute. But Douxie chased that thought away. He fumbled with the book he had been re-shelving. It fell out of his hand unceremoniously, landing with a thud.

“Hey,” Doux managed to get out. “What’s all-”

“These are for you!” you shoved the presents into his now empty hands. That courage you had earlier? Gone. Your resolve? Dissolving as we speak. You had to get this over with before you chickened out. He was just so good, okay. And why did you think this was a good idea. Douxie looked down at the gifts in his hands confused, before blushing. If he could have reached a hand behind his head and rubbed the back of his neck he would have.

“I didn’t know we were doing Valentine’s, uh. I feel bad I didn’t get you anything.”

“Oh! Don’t be. I just,, felt like doing something nice for you and uh, special,” Douxie tilted his head. You took the box, freeing up his hand. “These are chocolates I made, like, like you’re supposed to do.” You waltzed over to the counter to place them out of the way. “The bouquet is the real star here, uh, I picked them out very carefully.” You tucked your arms behind your back. “I, uh- I brushed up on flower language, and I hope I got it right.”

Now Douxie may have been a Victorian once upon a time but he had barely any surviving memory of the frilly flower language people socialized through in those days. But thankfully, the blooms in the bouquet in front of him were straight forward enough that he did in fact get the message without taking too much gear turning in that noggin of his. Although, the friendly daisies with the red roses were kind of sending him some mixed signals. He knew what he wanted them to mean, but he could just be misinterpreting. You seemed to notice his hesitation.

“Um, there’s a card too. In the flowers somewhere. That. Probably explains what I’m trying to say a little clearer.” You carded your fingers through your hair. You had anticipated not being able to really speak with your voice, as you barely could now, so you’d written it all out on the card as backup. But damn, that card had everything on it. You maybe got a little carried away. There wasn’t going to be any going back from this.

Douxie dug out the card from amidst the blooms. It was handmade, with a cheesy little drawing on the front complete with a pun. And then he opened it. It was almost solid black with ink. Yeah, you had written that much in there. Both sides. And a little on the back. Wow. Doux tried his best to keep up a poker face while reading it but failed quickly as the first few lines alone left him flushed. It was true, everything was on it. From how much you adored Douxie as a person, to how much you valued his friendship, to how pretty you thought he was, to how you longed for something more, with him? Douxie felt like his hands were getting the card all sweaty.

It was nerve wracking watching him read that card. It seemed like he was finished, since his eyes stopped raking through it, but now he was staring intensely at the words written on the pages, in a trance. He broke focus, looking to the bouquet, back to the card, and then finally settled on you.

“Wow.”

“… is that a good wow?”

Douxie caught you by surprise. He pulled into a hug. “Yeah, a good wow.”

You and Douxie’s first non-platonic hug? Yes please. You didn’t even mind the flowers pressing into your back. Okay so a few rose thorns were poking you but that was fine. Douxie smelled like something you couldn’t name, but it was spicy, and cozy. He let you go sooner than you were ready to, but he grinned at you as he left to rummage through his things in the back for a vase. He turned to you as he proudly displayed them on the store’s counter, right where he could look at them all workday,

“So, where are we going tonight? For our first date?” Doux chuckled, “and, technically, our first Valentine’s day too.”

[beatlebachelor]

May I? : Cedric diggory x reader

summary: your Cedrics best friend and you begin to realise your genuine feelings for him after he enters the Tri-wizard tournament only to find out he feels the same. hufflepuff reader!

Warnings: possibly fluffy?

Word count: 2,257

Y/N - your name

Y/E/C - your eye colour

This is my first time writing one of these so if there is any way you think i could improve please feel free to give suggestions!

Its Monday morning, 9:10 to be precise, me and my friends Cedric, Hermione, Harry and Ron were all sat down having breakfast in the great hall. Despite the fact me and Cedric were in Hufflepuff and the other three were Gryffindor we always sat together. Cedric was two years older than us and did get teased about hanging out with third years but it didn’t bother him, he enjoyed our company. I often hoped he favoured mine especially.

After everyone had finished their food Dumbledore stood up to do his weekly Monday morning speech, but it felt different this morning. “Is that Bartemius Crouch?” Hermione inquired. “Who?” Harry said cautiously. As Hermione went to answer she was quickly interrupted by Dumbledore as his voice bellowed through to the other side of the hall.  

“Today, I get to announce something very special and to help me we have Sir Bartemius Crouch from The Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts has been selected to host a famous wizarding event. The Tri-Wizard Tournament!” suddenly there were many whistles, cheers and whispers coming from all four tables, me and Cedric looked at each other in immense delight but everything suddenly stopped when Dumbledore spoke again. “There have been some new rules put in place this year to ensure more safety for our students, after all this is a very dangerous competition. Sir Bartemius Crouch, if you will” a few small whispers formed from different areas of the hall. Ron whispered to us all “if any of you enter this competition ill be praying for you, this tournament is the real thing, so many people that have entered this died just from the first round” What Ron said shook me up a little, part of me knew that Cedric would give into whatever temptation he had to enter.

After all the whispers had finished Bartemius walked up to stand beside Dumbledore. He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket where he had obviously written a speech. The room began to feel slightly tense. “From this year onward those who enter and compete in the Tri-wizard tournament must be at least 17 years old-” He was suddenly cut off by the majority of the hall shouting and screaming at him. Me, Harry, Hermione and Ron weren't phased by the new rule. None of us were of age anyway and if we were we wouldn’t have entered. Cedric however appeared to be very pleased with himself, he was 17, he could compete, he wasn’t my boyfriend or anything but id known him for ages. What if he entered and got hurt, I don’t want to stop him from doing something he is interested in though because that wouldn’t be fair.

When we all left the hall I went straight to dark arts, I didn’t speak a word to Cedric in fear that if I did I would just break down and cry. I didn’t want to ruin anything for him because I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to win that cup, and if he wanted it then I would want it for him. After all I was his closest friend, friend... that never felt nice to say.

In dark arts I could barely focus, all I could think about was if I liked Cedric, I had known him for so long and never thought about whether how I felt about him was more than just friendship. I mean would it be so bad if I liked him? I couldn’t get him out of my head. UGGGGHHH this is so frustrating. The thought always did cross my mind about how perfect his face was, everything about him in fact, I couldn’t think of a single flaw no matter how hard I tried.

By the time lunch came I still hadn't made up my mind on if I actually fancied Cedric, I mean come on, am I really going to be like every other girl in this school and fall for his charm. And as if he’d ever like me back, by the looks of it he’s probably into one of the Beaxbatons Academy girls just like the rest of the boys in this place. In all fairness it is rather enjoyable to watch them walk, how do they always look like they are floating? Besides the point! Hopefully I'm just unwell, surely that’s the only explanation.

I went straight back to the common room, anything to avoid Cedric, even if it was missing lunch. However, it appeared my plan to avoid Cedric had failed when I walked in to see him sat on the sofa next to the fire. Just him, no one else. “Are you ok?” I asked with a shake in my voice. “Y/N I wanted to talk to you. We have been friends for ages which is why I want your opinion, I trust you” I felt a small flutter of butterflies in my stomach and proceeded to say “you trust me? I mean emm what is it?” that made me feel rather embarrassed. “Well, I was thinking of entering the Tri-wizard tournament but i know how dangerous it is and idk if I'm capable of the magic I will need to protect myself. I also don’t want to hurt anyone if something bad were to happen to me” A horrible feeling formed in my stomach and slowly moved to my throat. The thought of Cedric getting hurt made me feel sick. “Cedric don’t be silly. Your one of the most talented wizards in this whole school and you seriously think you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself. If its what you want then we all want it for you and I will help in whatever way I can to ensure you win” I said that full of confidence, I really did mean it, every word. “Youve always been there for me Y/N, I genuinely don't know what I would do without you” He pulled me in for a hug, I always loved our hugs, my head would always fall in the right place on his chest. He smells so good, almost a musky bark smell with a hint of vanilla. I wondered if he thought the same.

A week passed and it was time for the champions on the Tri-wizard tournament to be announced. First the champion of Beaxbatons, Fleur Delacour. Next the Durmstrang champion, Victor Krum. As the paper for the Hogwarts champion floated down into Dumbledores hand my stomach sunk but then I felt a slight warmth on my hand, I looked down and it was Cedric. He had interlocked his fingers into mine and was gently squeezing them with excitement, I turned to him and smiled he looked directly into my eyes with a slight smirk as his cheeks flushed pink.

Dumbledore read out the name on the paper “And finally the Hogwarts champion is, Cedric Diggory” Cedrics face lit up with pure joy, so did mine, his iridescent blue eyes glistening. He hugged me so tightly for only about 2 seconds, but there it was again, that smell, his scent makes me feel so warm inside. He let go and stood up to go shake Dumbledores hand. Everyone was cheering, mainly the girls, of course it was the girls.

Another week went by and we had been preparing for his first task, dragons, I don’t know what would've happened to Cedric if Harry didn't tip him off. We practised basic spells on how to defend himself against them for hours and hours. Now we would have to see if he remembered them. Whilst in the tent I stayed with Cedric, he asked me to, his words were “your the only one who can keep me calm” After he had picked out his dragon the canon went off, Cedrics eyes glazed over slightly as he turned and gently kissed me on the forehead. He had never done that before, maybe it was just out of nerves. So many thoughts rushed through my head, surely Cedric didn’t like me? By the time I had gathered my thoughts he had already gone. I ran to my place in the audience, right next to Hermione. She asked what took me so long. I didn’t want to tell her but at the same time I did, I gave her a brisk hug and began to watch Cedric in hope that he would succeed and taking the egg.

Cedric managed to complete the first task unharmed within what seemed about 15 minutes. I was so proud of him. When we were all back at the common room I realised I needed to talk to Cedric, about all the hugs and the forehead kiss and most importantly, how I felt, I waited for everyone to head to their rooms and asked Cedric to stay behind. We sat on the sofa with the fire crackling beside us. “I'm so happy you passed the first challenge, I'm really impressed” I paused for a second thinking of how I was meant to say what I needed to say, but then he cut me off. “Y/N, about earlier, when I kissed you on your forehead, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Recently Ive realised how much you mean to me and I don’t want to do anything that your not ok with. I'm sorry if this is forward but I really do like you, its everything about you. Your hair, your smell, your Y/E/C eyes. I'm sorry I sound so stupid right now” A rush of emotions came over me, was I hearing this correctly, did I fall asleep and I'm actually just dreaming. “Cedric, I feel exactly the same, I didn’t want to tell you in case you didn’t feel the same way and then it was too awkward to continue being friends. That’s why I asked you to stay down here with me for a bit” Cedrics cheeks were bright red and he had a happy/embarrassed expression on his face, I could tell mine was doing the exact same. He held onto my hand again, it felt so natural, I usually wasn’t all for the idea of being touched often but when Cedric did it everything felt ok.  

A couple hours passed whilst we were just chatting and even played a game of wizards chess. After I began to get tired he walked me to my room holding my hand all the way. When I got to the door he stopped. ”Y/N would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me” I didn’t even have to think “Yes Cedric, I would” He hugged me and let me go into my room.

We practised for the dance for the next two weeks, it was so fun, we rarely took it seriously but that was what made it even better.

Finally, I hope our practise for the dance was worth while considering I have two left feet. I had just finished getting ready, I wore a flowy light blue dress with a few pale pink and beige tones. As I walked down the stairs I bumped into Hermione. She looked so beautiful, her hair was so perfectly done and she was wearing the prettiest pink dress. Had I not made a big enough effort? We continued to walk down the stairs and I noticed Krum was waiting for Hermione, I couldn’t see Cedric so I stood and waited with them both for a bit. And then, there he was, he looked as handsome as ever in his dress robes, a wide smile formed on his face when he looked at me. He slowly walked over “you look absolutely stunning Y/N” he said whilst gently holding onto both of my hands. “Don't look too shabby yourself” I said with a little giggle, he laughed too, he always did tell me that my laugh was contagious.  

Once everyone was gathered in the great hall the champions and their partners were ordered to enter as we were the first to dance. We took position. Staring into Cedrics eyes as he held onto my waist made me feel as if we were the only two people in the room, I wasn’t worried, in fact I didn’t feel anything but joy. The music began and we set off. The more I continued to look into his eyes the more natural the dancing felt. Every time he lifted me into the air butterflies formed in my stomach, my dream was always to be able to dance in a ball with a gorgeous boy and now, my dream was coming true.

As the night grew longer me and Cedric remained in the hall dancing for hours upon hours. Eventually we sat down “Tonight has been really fun Y/N” he started “i actually have something to ask you, well Ive been meaning to ask it for a while now actually.” There was only one thing on my mind “sure go ahead” Cedric slowly stood up holding my hand causing me to stand up too. He gently moved the hair from out of my face and put it behind my ear and the proceeded to place his hand on my cheek. His hands were so soft, I could feel the warmth on my skin. My heart was beating so fast. I saw him open his mouth as if he was too scared to say what he wanted to. “May I kiss you” he said silently in a slightly shaky voice. I leaned in closer to him, my lips very nearly touching his. “...yes”