#if i got s/t wrong. sorry. i do my best every day of my life

[occasionaltouhou]

Why didn't Yukari ever try to take over Japan when it was trendy for youkai to do that? Wouldn't that be a good way to get humans to believe in youkai, if the easiest way to convince humans that youkai are a real problem is to kill them? Also, why does she want to do all that anyway? Lots of other youkai are mad at/scared of humanity, like Mamizou. (Doremy mentions that in her AoCF winquotes against her.) Yukari definitely isn't the only one to have figured out the impact of belief by now, so why aren't other youkai trying to do what she is?

as ever, there are things to be clarified here. in a sense, i suppose this question is a response to all the other questions i've gotten recently, the vacuous "who would win" question. that question, though, has assumed something important: that the youkai are playing on their own turf, because if they're outside, they don't stand a chance.

but first, here's the questions at hand:

why didn't yukari take over japan during the heyday of the youkai, when ooeyama was at its prime and the oni rampaged through the cities?

why does yukari want to enact the youkai expansion project?

why aren't other youkai trying to do that? why didn't other youkai think to do that?

there are answers to these.

why didn't yukari take over japan when the youkai were at their most powerful?

there are multiple possibilities to these, some of which contradict others. we'll never really have a canonical reason, of course, because it's not something zun is concerned with.

first and foremost - who's saying she didn't try? she attempted to invade the lunar capital, after all. there seems to be the general assumption to believe she did this to teach the youkai humility, but yukari is absolutely hubristic enough to attempt to seriously take down the gods. a failure to do so would absolutely have caused her to rethink her strategy. i'd say that an earnest attempt to defeat the lunarians is more likely, honestly, given the fact that he holds a grudge over it more than a millennia lately.

you might say that the lunarians and the surface are unrelated, but that assumes knowledge that we know in the present. there's no reason that yukari wouldn't have thought that the lunarians would have opposed her should she move against the humans.

another reason, though, is that even yukari might not have realised the exact relationship between belief and youkai existence at the time. it's not necessarily the most intuitive idea, after all, and although the hifuus discuss a lot of things, they never quite touch on that. in general, they - especially renko - seem to assume that gensokyo is an alternate dimension, rather than a pocket of their own? which makes sense, y'know. yukari may merely have been more aware of the fading of the youkai during the sengoku period's war-driven modernisation, and made the connections quickly enough based on her understanding of what the future was like.

also, there's a big step between "human faith sustains youkai" and "to maintain human faith, we need to control humans" - especially in an era where humans are already, to some degree, being controlled to believe those things. there are a lot of unintuitive ideas at work here that we can take for granted because we have the hindsight - and the outside perspective - necessary.

finally, she probably just didn't want to? with few exceptions, youkai don't really build societies, and the idea of building a youkai kingdom probably doesn't really sound that appealing to most of them. it's telling that the sages built gensokyo so that they'd have to do as little as possible to actively maintain it; the idea of youkai building armies and policing populations and doing all the things necessary to maintain a youkai rule over japan is inherently kind of absurd. that's just not what youkai do, after all, and youkai doing what youkai do is crucial to their nature

why does yukari want to enact the youkai expansion project?

in the 1400s, a group of youkai and kami came together to discuss the fact that, not now, but far into the future, they would fade away. and they began to develop a counter-measure. they created an enclave, hidden away in the mountains of japan, and began to gradually influence its culture. after another few hundreds of years, entailing who knows how many discussions between countless other kami and youkai, the great hakurei barrier was raised.

yukari is not alone in her fear and anger at humanity. she is not, in that regard, particularly unique. her primary value was that she knew, definitively, that youkai and kami would vanish from society unless something was done. that foresight was the seed of gensokyo. gensokyo is another rather unintuitive idea, required to be developed centuries ahead of the time in which it would actually be needed. the expansion project (at least, as i envision it) is similarly unorthodox, because it requires the knowledge that the human society that has no need of spirituality would be incomplete as a result. it exploits that weakness, the boundary of common sense, the idea that humans would be fundamentally, spiritually, emotionally unsatisfied by the world they built for humans. again, it's an idea that requires foresight.

but we can assume that at least the majority of the other sages were on board with this! probably a few other major youkai, too. youkai are fundamentally selfish, after all. they won't be satisfied with living in a little bubble forever. but they can wait. they just need to wait a little bit longer...

but that raises a question, of course - what about those who didn't come along? what about those youkai who remained outside? why didn't they join in? and, more to the point, didn't they try to fight their own end?

why aren't other youkai trying to do that? why didn't other youkai think to do that?

the short answer is that these days, there simply aren't that many youkai left outside. mamizou is specifically noted to be exceptional - kanako is surprised there are any youkai tanuki left. that's unsurprising, though, since mamizou's got a lot of credibility to her; it's implied pretty regularly that she's danzaburou-danuki, who's one of those Big Deal Youkai (though not quite on the level of ibuki-douji or tamamo no mae, of course). danzaburou's even enshrined - though good luck finding a source on that in english.

so what happened to the other big deals? there's myths on youkai getting exterminated, of course, but that doesn't really seem to stick - just look at suika - so it can't be that. unless, of course, they tried to pick a fight once it was already too late, and they'd already begun to fade. therein lies the problem, really; youkai are antisocial beings by nature, which is the real reason gensokyo is so unorthodox, because it requires the collaboration of hundreds, maybe thousands of youkai.

and, as noted, many of them simply became humans, too. they disguised themselves and lived as humans so long that they became human. that, too, is a kind of fading away. and yet... mamizou's fear leads to the belief that that's not all there was.

humans hunt youkai, and youkai hunt humans; as early as iamp, suika states that this is the Arrangement between the two. but this became imbalanced, as youkai grew weaker and humans more numerous. the youkai began to die when they were killed, and the system broke down. who knows how many were destroyed, not even trying to fight back, but merely trying to live the way that they always had? when would it have occurred to those dying creatures to reshape society? how could it have occurred to them? and to those who remained, what an absurd idea that would be! it's taking everything they can simply to survive, after all. there's a difference between recognising the problem and knowing what to do about it; and, perhaps, even trying to do something about it now would be too little, too late, expending the last breaths of a handful of dying creatures in a futile effort to prevent their own annihilation.

but fortunately, yukari came from the future and made a nature preserve, so it all worked out! yay!

[moontyun]

Ateez: The type of...

☆ ateez masterlist ☆ ...partner ☆ requested? no ☆ genre: fluff, attempted humor, slight angst ☆ warning(s): jealousy, mentions of food, mentions of murder(?), mentions of bug death:( ☆ requests are open!

៚ Seonghwa

loves to spend quality time with you

building legos together is what he loved to do best with you

Music played softly in the background, lights were so bright it looked like a surgery suit. He was super focused on the project at hand. His glasses slipping off of his face, as he put the pieces together and read the directions. You sat next to him, putting your own little piece of the set together. It was peaceful, an absolute fun night for the two of you.

៚ Hongjoong

obviously the jealous type

writes you little love songs in his spare time at work

It was late at night, you hadn't expected to stay this late with him at the studio. You were here to drop off his dinner but then he started to ask for your input on some of the things he had been working on. "Okay, I'm going to play you something. It's a bit cheese-y but I want your opinion on it." You agreed as he played the song. Slowly it clicked with you that it was about you. You pouted cutely when it was finished and told him how much you adored it.

៚ Yunho

loves to match with you but in a more show-y way

gets upset when you don't match with him but tries not to show it

Today was your three year anniversary with Yunho. He wanted you to wear matching neon pink t-shirts with flowers all over it. It was the ugliest thing you had ever seen in your life. You had told him you didn't want to wear it because it wasn't up to dress code for where you two were going. His feelings were clearly hurt, but he agreed not to wear it. You cupped his face, "We can wear them to the beach tomorrow when we meet my parents, okay?" His face lit up, clearly okay with it.

៚ Yeosang

packs your lunch, leaving you little notes telling you to have a good day

expects you to call him every day when you get off of work, no matter how late it is for him.

Today, you had the day off. All day you had been lazing around the house, not really doing much of anything. But now, lunch time had come and you were starving. You opened the refrigerator to see a box of tupperware with a little sticky note attached to it. Immediately, you knew Yeosang packed you something to eat. Pulling it out, you read the note. He wished you a good day and that he loved you, as well as to call him while you were eating. He wanted to have lunch with you but couldn't physically be there. He was the absolute best!

៚ San

cuddle bug galore

follows you everywhere you go because he hates being away from you for longer than 10 minutes

"-and so, he told me to kill the bug. I told him hell no!" He had been telling this little story for about five minutes now as you showered with the occasional "mmhmm", "Oh" every couple of minutes to let him know he was being listened to. You were used to him following you everywhere. He was always following you into the bathroom, the store, wherever you were he was there. So him sitting on the toilet, while you showered was not abnormal for the two of you. It was a cute way to show he loved you and wanted to spend all his time with you.

៚ Mingi

you need to reassure him a lot

needs to be cuddled every night before bed

Mingi had been mopey the whole evening. He was laying around, wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito. You having just walked through the apartment door, noticed this. "What's wrong, princess?" you asked, immediately. He didn't say anything but buried himself deeper into the blanket. You waltzed over to him and threw yourself on him, moving the blanket from his face, peppering his face in kisses. "You didn't answer my question earlier." You had to think back, he did text you a question. "Oh! I got busy helping my mom. I'm sorry, baby." He nodded his head, "Just let me know next time please?" he pleaded. You hugged him tighter, "I will, I'm sorry!"

៚ Wooyoung

jealous when someone starts to get too close to you

loves to ramble on and on about his day to you, because he loves having your feed back

You knew this guy had been trying to hit on you all night and you were getting to the point of just throwing a drink in your face. You and Wooyoung kept moving away from him but the guy wouldn't get it. "Should I just kill him? Can I?" You laughed a little. "Let him have it, babe." You said. Wooyoung got close to the guy, "I'm their partner. Get lost." The guy backed off and you hadn't seen him since.

៚ Jongho

always stays on the side closest to the street

protective over you

The first time he did it, it spooked you a little because he switched sides so suddenly. He pushed you to the other side gently, so he could walk along side you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you continued to telling your story. "And so, she was li- I'm sorry, can I ask why you did that?" You asked halting your story. He laughed a little, "Making sure your safe and a car doesn't hit you." Your face flushed, none of your exes had ever done that. Ever since then, he's done it every time you guys were out walking.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ impossible ] t. seguin

day eleven of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Tyler Seguin x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) is surprised when ex boyfriend Tyler knocks on the door of her parents’ house on Christmas Day

warning(s) : angsty, but nothing besides that

author’s note : last two fics of the christmas marathon. let’s do this

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She has never been happier to be home in Toronto. (Y/N) loves living in Dallas, but the last few weeks haven’t been the best. Being surrounded by family should help her out of the post-breakup funk she’s been in recently.

Even now as she's sitting in the living room with her family in her Christmas pajamas and opening their gifts, she misses Tyler. She misses her old life with Tyler, but she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't keep doing the distance.

He was away more often than he was home. When he was home, he went out with his teammates after games or on off days. She'd often go weeks without seeing him because he'd stay over at a teammate's house.

She wasn't equal with hockey anymore. Not like she used to be. She got tired of it.

She never gave him an ultimatum because she could never make him choose between her and hockey. (Y/N) made her feelings known and Tyler didn't seem to care, so she has been living with her best friend in Dallas and came home for Christmas a week ago. She stopped answering Tyler's texts and calls so she hasn't even talked to him in nearly two months.

Her family doesn't notice that something's wrong. (Y/N) does her best to keep a smile on her face and interacts with her nieces and nephews as they open their gifts. No one has asked where Tyler is and she is very much grateful for that.

As (Y/N) opens a gift from her mom, there's a knock on the door. Her mom goes to answer it as she opens the box that contains a Dallas Stars customized jersey that has her last name above the 91. "Tyler!" her mother shouts from the front door. "It's so nice of you to join us. We didn't think you'd be joining us."

Her head snaps toward the door so quickly that she thought for a split second that she gave herself whiplash. She's very surprised to see her ex standing at the front door of her parents' house in Toronto.

"I needed to go see my parents before coming over," Tyler says as he looks right at (Y/N). "Sorry I'm late. I forgot how insane Toronto traffic can be."

Words cannot express how angry and annoyed she is that he is at the door. She thought that he would've gotten the message that she was done when she didn't talk to him for two months.

Apparently not because there he stands in a Stars hoodie and plaid pajama pants with a bag full of gifts at the front door.

She gets up off the floor and pushes Tyler out the door without a word to anyone. It closes behind her, leaving the two of them alone in the cold Toronto air. Snow is on the ground and she's outside in a tank top, fuzzy pajama pants, and slippers. (Y/N) can't even feel the cold because of the fact that she is fuming.

"You have no right showing up," she spits at him. "We haven't spoken in two months and you show up at my parents' house."

Tyler blinks and says, "Last time I checked, you're the one that stopped talking to me. I don't remember being told that I wasn't allowed to come to Christmas because you stopped answering my texts and calls."

"We're done, Tyler," she tells him. "In case that wasn't clear."

"You're done," he retorts. "I'm not. I don't understand why you just up and left."

"I told you why!" (Y/N) practically shouts. "You're gone for weeks at a time, Tyler. The only time I get to see you is when we're separated by a thick piece of glass while I'm sitting in the stands and you're on the ice. You used to spend off days with me, you used to come home to me and we'd watch a movie on the couch or in bed. Then you decided to go out after every game or go out on off days."

He runs a hand through his hair and says, "I am a leader, (Y/N). I was never around my team. I needed to show them that I am still a leader and I couldn't do that when I was cooped up at home with you. You knew what you were getting into when we started dating and all of a sudden, you can't handle it anymore?"

Anger courses through her veins. Her blood is boiling to the point where the snow might melt around her. "No," she retorts. "I can't do it anymore. You used to make time for me and now you're a ghost. I was living in a shell of our past life together while you seemed to be moving on. I was alone in that apartment. It was like I didn't have a boyfriend anymore. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal if I left."

A look of hurt flashes on Tyler's face. "Of course it would be a big deal if you left," he softly says. "I love you. I miss you."

She shakes her head and does everything she can to keep the tears from spilling over to her cheeks. "You didn't listen," she tells him. "I told you how I felt and you still went out that night after the game. I made the decision to leave because I knew that if you went out after I told you how I felt, you'd keep going out. I couldn't do it anymore."

Tyler frowns and says, "I went out to tell the guys that I wasn't going to be going out as much with them after games and on off days. That is the only reason I went out. I was gone for thirty minutes. When I came back to the apartment and you were gone, I realized that I didn't tell you that I'd be right back."

"I- you-" she cuts herself off when she realizes that if she had just stayed around for an hour, he would've been back. "Why didn't you just text that to me?"

"I thought that you'd be back," he admits. His eyes fall to the ground. "I didn't think you'd ignore me for two months. I didn't think it would take you a half hour to pack a bag and leave. I should've told you that I'd be right back."

A tear slips down Tyler's cheek. Her own tears begin to fall when she sees Tyler's tears. "Tyler, I'm so sor-"

"It's not your fault," he interrupts her. "Don't you dare apologize. We wouldn't even be in this situation if I had just realized how lonely you were or if I had just told you that I would be right back. I'm sorry. I know I probably shouldn't have come up here to try and fix things but I couldn't let you spend Christmas thinking you did something wrong when you didn't."

She takes a few steps forward and wraps her arms around his torso. Tyler's free arm wraps around her shoulders as she buries her face in his chest.

They've both done a lot wrong the past few months, but all they can do now is acknowledge what they've done wrong and move past it.

Hopefully Tyler's season can recover too because despite not being together, (Y/N) did keep an eye on his stats. He really began to fall apart a week after she left the apartment and has never been able to get it together.

That's all on her.

"Sorry your season has gone to shit," she sniffles as she looks up at him. "You can blame that on me."

Tyler shakes his head and cups her jaw with his free hand. "I'll never blame how good or bad a season is going on you," he tells her. "That will never be on you.'

A gust of wind blows and she shivers. Tyler wraps his arm back around her shoulders and holds her close to him. "I'll blame myself enough for both of us," she says. "Can we go inside?"

"As long as you're not done," Tyler replies. "I came up here to fight for us and I won't go inside unless you tell me that we can go back to how things were, minus my going out all the time."

(Y/N) looks up at him and nods. "I'm not done," she practically whispers. "Even when I said I was done, I don't think I actually was. You're impossible to move on from, Tyler Seguin."

He smiles and leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips. He hums and pulls back. "God, (Y/N)," he says. "Your lips are so cold. Let's go."

She lets out a light laugh and walks into the house with Tyler in tow.

Everyone looks at the two of them as Tyler pulls off his hoodie and pulls it over (Y/N)'s head since they were outside for fifteen minutes talking in freezing temperatures. "Everything okay?" her mom asks. "You guys were outside for a while. I thought I heard yelling."

"Everything's okay," she assures everyone in the living room. She goes back to sitting on the ground and Tyler sits next to her. He takes her hands in his so they warm up. She leans into him and rests her head on his shoulder. "We're okay."

That was more for Tyler than anything. He kisses the top of her head before he starts to hand out the gifts that he brought with him for (Y/N)'s parents and siblings. She watches them open their presents with a smile on her face.

Then Tyler holds a little present in front of (Y/N). She slowly takes it and looks up at him. "What is this?" she asks.

"Now that would ruin the surprise," Tyler teases. "Open it and find out. I know technically we weren't together when I bought this but I knew I wanted to buy it for you."

She unwraps it and opens the little black box. There's a silver ring that sits inside with a 91 in little diamonds on it. Her jaw drops and she looks up at her boyfriend. "You really went all out even though we weren't together," she gasps.

Tyler grabs it out of the box and takes her right hand. He slides the ring on the ring finger. "Wanted to make sure that everyone knows who your boyfriend was when we got back together," he replies. She admires the ring on her finger and Tyler kisses the ring.

(Y/N) smiles and leans against him to watch the last few presents get opened.

It finally feels like Christmas now that Tyler is here. It didn't feel like it until he got here because they have spent the last three Christmases together.

Despite being angry that he showed up, she's very happy he's here now.

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[venerawrites]

i loved the sasuke before and after the war headcanons!! so i read them and i started thinking what would it be like with naruto?

so, if you’re not too busy, i would like to ask for something similar but with a twist 🥺 headcanons for naruto before/after the war but with a s/o that used to be part of akatsuki (for x reason lmao) and, before they departed the village, used to be really close friends with naruto.

thank you and sorry for my english, it is not my first language!

author's note: I am a SUCKER for Naruto x rogue ninja (if you have been here for a while, you definitely know that one post) so I can't even pretend I didn't scream a bit when I got your request! I've been thinking of writing short Naruto x rogue ninja mini series for a long, long time, so I am happy to finally get to explore this dynamic a bit more. Thank you for sending me the idea and I really hope you like it! <3

BEFORE THE WAR

Naruto always thought he can face anything - after all he somehow managed to keep his good heart and remain hopeful for a brighter future, despite facing loneliness and hatred so early in life. Even when his teammate, and who he also thought to be his best friend, left his home in order to pursue more power, the Uzumaki never allowed his spirit to go down.

But there was a first time for everything and Naruto was about to learn that the hard way.

He met his s/o shortly after he started the academy. They were a transfer student from one of the small distant villages and just like him, they found themselves labelled as an 'outsider' pretty quickly by the other kids.

Naturally, being the only two "rejects" brought them together and it didn���t take long for them to become inseparable .

Naruto was a loud, bright and confident. His s/o, on the other hand, was shy, insecure and often, pessimistic. Yet, their opposites balanced each other so well, that soon they were spending every single day together.

But when Naruto left to train with Jiraiya, their friendship really started to crack. Despite the first few months of exchanging letters, the bond they once shared started to rapidly weaken and it didn't take long for it to crumble altogether. One day all the letters just stopped and all that was left was silence.

The moment he walked through the village doors, 3 years later, his first thought was to see his s/o. But when he stood in front of the place, where their house once was, watching the ruins, he thought he was trapped in a nightmare. One which got worse once Kakashi and Sakura told him that his s/o left the village a few months after him and has joined the Akatsuki.

At the beginning, he couldn't believe it. This had to be either a misunderstanding or very, very tasteless prank, because the person he knew and loved would NEVER do that.

After the shock, came a storm of emotions. The first one was anger - how could they do something like this? And why?

The second one was disappointment. For a second time Naruto was abandoned by someone close to him, but this time it hurt more. He spend weeks on end locked in his house, without eating or showering, just staring at the ceiling while he wondered what went wrong. Could it be different if he never left? Was this somehow his fault?

After many long talks with Kakashi, Sakura and Shikamaru, who all visited him quite often to bring groceries and force him to take care of himself, came the determination. He had to bring them back, no matter what it was going to cost him.

He would take mission after mission in hope to cross paths with his s/o. It didn't help that he was still actively pursuing Sasuke as well, resulting in him being away for months with barely any rest between his travels.

Their first encounter finally came during Gaara's rescue. And if it wasn't for Kakashi, Naruto would've probably lost his life because of it.

Naruto may resort to violence sometimes, especially when trying to knock some sense into Sasuke's head, but when it comes to his s/o, he can't even lift a finger in their direction. So the whole time during their fight, he kept a defensive position, using the brief moments of rest to try and talk to his s/o and convince them to come back with him to Konoha.

Unfortunately for him, however, they were not the shy and insecure person anymore. Each one of his pleads was met with brutal attack, aiming to get him to stop talking and finally fight them.

Having the person you love most in the world turn against you without an obvious reason hurt. A LOT.

When he finally get the chance to get close to his s/o, he would block their attack before gripping their arms and pressing their thrashing body against his in almost a suffocating hug. He would cry and plead for them to stop, to just come back with him and that he would protect them no matter what.

That moment of vulnerability almost costed his life, as he failed to notice his s/o grabbing a kunai from inside their cloak and swinging it behind his back. Luckily, Kakashi saw it and pulled him away before the weapon can touch him.

Despite seeing how changed his s/o is and how much resentment they held for him now, he wouldn't give up. Just like with Sasuke, he would continue to relentlessly pursue them, trying his best to convince them to come back.

In front of the others he would try to maintain his usual cheerful and carefree persona, but all the people around him would notice the subtle changes - the way he seems to avoid human interaction unless having a mission; the amount of weight he lost; the way his smile never seem to reach his eyes anymore.

Only he would know through how much pain he was going during his private moments - he would often sit in the shower till the water runs cold, replaying all the memories he had made with his s/o; he would sleep less and less, wondering what went wrong and what did he do to deserve their hate. He would often cry, letting out all the emotions he couldn't share in front of others.

Would probably meet his s/o only a handful of times before the war - and each time it would finish the same way their first one did. He would plead with them, they would charge at him, a third person would have to intervene before things get out of control.

I definitely see a final battle (almost like a final showdown) during the war, the ONE which would finally put a stop to this circle of unresolved feelings, heartache and hatred. And while Naruto would initially be reluctant to fight against them, seeing them taking the side of the enemy, he knows he has no choice but to put the duty toward the village before his heart's wishes.

AFTER THE WAR

I mentioned this when I wrote the headcanons for Sasuke, but I really want to emphasize that I've never seen Boruto, but from what I heard and read about it, I don't really like the OG characters development. So this is just my interpretation of what type of partner Naruto would be...

I imagine that during the final battle his s/o would finally open up about the reason they joined Akatsuki and how Naruto leaving played a big part into it. And while the battlefield is obviously not the best place to have THIS talk, he would make sure to corner his s/o afterwards.

As they will be imprisoned (at least for a while) after the war, Naruto would pretty much corner them into talking it out - he would visit them every single day and push for answers.

At first, he would be frustrated. He understands his s/o's reasons for leaving, but at the same time in his mind he would never, ever do something like this.

It would take a few days of long talks till he finally grasp what they must be feeling after he left and while he is not really the one to blame, he would feel extremely guilty. He would still visit his s/o every day, bringing them books, sometimes fruits and sweets, before leaving almost at night.

Needless to say he will be the BIGGEST advocate for their release at their trial.

Do I think Naruto would still pursue his dream to be a Hokage? Absolutely!

HOWEVER, I don't think it would last very long - not only because it involves a lot of administrative work (which Naruto finds very boring and in no way I can imagine him actually doing it), but also because at this time his relationship with his s/o, who would be a already free, would start to blossom again.

I imagine his s/o would like to travel - not so much for redemption, but to discover themselves - and I think Naruto would like to join at least for some of the journeys. After so many years apart, he doesn't want to face the risk of his s/o disappearing from his life once again.

As he is very passionate and emotional guy, I think he would forgive and forget pretty easily and fast. It would take more time for his s/o to accept their mistakes and their past, before feeling ready for a real relationship.

To sum it up... FRIENDS to ENEMIES to FRIENDS to LOVERS... but isn't that the perfect romance trope? 👀

cc artwork: Kleiner Hai

[seangelfish]

enstars AND hypmic??? how have i not followed earlier! anyways I loved the Mayoi valentines day so so much, I was thinking if you get inspiration for it, a sequel for what happens on white day would be so cute! Happy writing mwah mwah!

- 🍰 anon

A/N: Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked that one because I tried my hardest on writing his character! I hope you enjoy this sequel~ [Edit, 4th March 2024]: So sorry this took so long for me to write, but since White Day is this month, I finally had the inspiration to do it! This is a sequel to my Valentine’s Day Mayoi x Reader fic, so please read that one before you read this one, thank you!!

Mayoi Ayase x Reader Tags: Fluff, established relationship, romance, she/her pronouns, fem reader Word count: 1,109 Summary: Mayoi prepares you something special for White Day, anxiously hoping that you'll like it...

Mayoi enjoyed spending Valentine's Day with you. It was the first time in his life he ever got to experience it like normal people would. Although you insisted on doing everything that day which resulted in him collapsing in exhaustion, he truly loved spending every second with you. The memory of you two together holding hands as you walked around the streets, trying out all the new Valentine's Day activities has been burnt into his mind. Sometimes he would catch himself reminiscing the thought as a smile formed on his face.

"Mayoi-dono, what are you thinking about?" asked Shinobu curiously. "You've been spacing out."

"S-Sorry, Chief!" Mayoi cried. "I-It's nothing!"

"Hmm, okay, but if you need help, you can always count on me!"

And in that moment, in Mayoi's eyes, Shinobu was glowing. He admired how bright and upbeat Shinobu was, but he also felt like he didn't deserve to be in his presence. That was how he felt about you too. If he thought about it hard enough, you and Shinobu were similar in a way, sharing characteristics that made him feel fluffy when spoken to. He truly appreciated that, loving every moment with the people he loved.

"Ah, t-there might be something you can help me on..." Mayoi said slowly. "It's about (Y-Y/N)..."

"(Y/N)-dono?"

"Mm. A-After Valentine's Day is White Day, no? I-I want to do something special for her on White Day, b-but I'm not sure what... I-I-I haven't done this before!"

Shinobu beamed. "I understand! I haven't done anything like that before either, but I'll do my best to help you, Mayoi-dono!"

"T-Thank you, Shinobu-kyun!"

So the two of them started researching on what to do for you on White Day. Scribbling down notes on a whiteboard, the two of them finally came to a conclusion.

"And done!" Shinobu chirped. "That's what you're going to do with (Y/N) for White Day! It's a shame that (Y/N)'s working on that day; you wouldn't have that much time with her... but that's okay! All that matters is what you gift her!"

"R-Right!" exclaimed Mayoi. "T-Thank you for helping me out, Chief!"

"Of course, Mayoi-dono! Have a good day tomorrow!"

Mayoi waited outside the ES building for you. You had gotten off work a little bit later than usual, so when you finally met up with him, you flopped into his arms, exhausted.

"Argh, that was so tiresome!" you whined. "Mayoi, please carry me home!"

His face flushed on the immediate contact. "I-I would l-love to, (Y/N), but there's s-something that I w-want to show you...!"

"Huh...? What is it?"

Mayoi didn't answer. He took your hand and gently trailed you along. He was awfully quiet the whole journey, but that was because he was extremely nervous. What if you didn't like the date he had planned for you? And what about the gifts? They weren't anything expensive, so what if you hate them? All these thoughts flooded his mind, but when he heard your voice ask him what was wrong, he snapped back into reality.

"A-Ah, it's n-nothing...!" he said. "W-We're almost there."

"Oh! What a beautiful cafe!" you beamed as the two of you finally reached your destination. "I haven't been here before. I didn't even know such a pretty place was around here."

"Mm, it recently opened up," said Mayoi calmly. "Shall we go inside?"

Still holding onto his hand, you nodded excitedly as you followed your boyfriend inside. As you sat down, Mayoi ordered. This surprised you a little because you'd usually order with him, but when he returned to you, he looked calm and collected.

"What did you order?" you asked him curiously.

"S-Some of your favourites," he replied.

And he really did order your favourites. It was like he knew you like the back of his hand. It made you smile knowing that he paid attention to your likes and dislikes.

Whilst the two of you ate, he listened to you talk about your day, eyeing your expressions and how pretty you looked. However, he was so caught up on you that he forgot to give you the gift that he worked so hard on.

But to be frank, he was withholding it, too embarrassed to even gift it to you.

"The food was so good!" you exclaimed happily, swinging your hand with his. "Thank you for treating me, Mayoi!"

"Mhm..." he replied, forcefully smiling. "I'm glad you liked it, (Y/N)..."

"Oh, it's getting late. We should go back to the dorms now."

"W-Wait!"

You stopped in your tracks. The midnight sky was splattered with specks of sparkles which complimented your eyes. Mayoi thought you looked beautiful under the stars, something he didn't think he deserved to see, but at the same time, he was thankful for it.

"I want to give you something too," he said finally. "Uhm... it's n-not much... or is it anything s-special... but I made it for you..."

From his bag, he pulled out a miniature diorama of Sakura Park where the trees bloomed pink. He had painted the sky a light shade of blue which complimented the green terrain. Everything was textured accordingly that it looked like the real thing but smaller.

But what had you amazed was the tiny figurines of you and Mayoi sitting on the bench that the two of you would usually have lunch on. It was like he recreated your memories into reality, something solid that you could touch.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N)," he said slowly so he wouldn't stutter. "I truly am in love with you, you make me the happiest, and I am thankful every day that I can be with you..."

"M-Mayoi..."

"I'm s-sorry if it wasn't much!" he continued. "B-But I hope you enjoyed today..."

You smiled. "Of course I did. Thank you so much, Mayoi. I loved everything you did for me today! I don't mind what we do, even if it's something simple, but I can't believe you made something so beautiful!" you said, admiring the diorama. "I'm going to treasure this forever!"

You had to admit, you forgot it was White Day today. Work really was getting to you, but you were able to forget that all with the help of your boyfriend – your sweet yet awkward boyfriend.

"Hah... I-I'm glad!" he sighed. "O-Oh... do you still want me to c-carry you h-home, (Y/N)?"

"Ah, you'll do that?!" you burst. "Yes please!"

As Mayoi carried you swiftly home, he carefully put you down before you kissed him on the cheek. Instantly, his face turned red, but he waved you off with a smile on his face.

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cinnamon girl // Coriolanus Snow

Ngl this might be a bit cringe but it´s written late, after crying for hours so what else do you want. English isn´t my first language, so don´t expect much lol

Summary: Coriolanus Snow comforts his F tribute

TW: fluff, comforting, awkwardness

WC: 770

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Your life never seemed too extraordinary, much interesting. At times you felt like you could be doing such great things if you weren´t poor. If you friends, or your loves and flings lasted. If you had enough clothes, or spare place to show your mind. If you had a simple chance. 

You lost any you the day you got picked. They yelled out your name, all the eyes turned to you. Cold breeze swell your skin in goosebumps. Heart made it´s way out of your system. All ideas to run, to find a life, were gone. Leaving your family behind, they brought you to the podium. It was all over there. 

Few strangers looked up in guilt, some in fury. Most in joke, anyway. You were the butt of it. 

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"Sorry, your name is Y/n, right?" A handsome young man - your mentor-  smiled at you. You nodded, tempting to look anywhere but to his god-to light orbs. Something was so distracting about him. "You okay, darling?" He asked tilting his head left. As you tried to offer a nice smile back, all of the fantasy crashed.

"How can you even ask that?" You cried out loudly, making the boy shake. Every other mentor turned your way. Yours though, didn´t even bother to shush you. All that remained on his face now, was empathy."You tore me out of my life. From my family, to a complete mess and even dare to ask if I´m okay? What could be possibly wrong with you, blonde?!" Hissing voice introduced tears. 

Warm - to you burning even - water ruined the pretty mascara you had been wearring. It was the only thing you had time to take, The only reminder of your loving mother, who had to see the ugly parts of it. All her beauty carried in you seemed to scream out as you came weeping. 

"N-no, I´m not from those who did that to you. I swear to my own life, if it had been my choice I´d never pick out your name, Y/n." Words howeve sweet, coming from a stranger it meant nothing. "Your promise won´t help me, blonde. Not even a whit." A long sob teared from your mouth. 

"Blonde?" "Yeah.." you wiped some salty liquid off with your sleeves. "How else am I supposted to call you? I canno´t guess your name if you won´t tell me.." With shiny eyes you looked up into his. He took a breath. You didn´t know, but deep in his heart there´s been some mercy left. Right now it all for you. If only he could, he´d give all of it to your small figure looking so gorgeous and fragile to him. He´d rather send you to his house then to the arena. Of course, he knew he couln´t actually do any of it, but thinking of maybe being your flame. That was good enough.

"My name´s Coriolanus. Coriolanus Snow." He said with a half-smile. Somehow that´s all it took for you to stop blubbering finally. "N-nice to meet you," your shaky voice provided. People around stared weirdly, not at you anymore. At the tall blonde who seemed fancy, trying his best to give hope to a mess. in front of him.

"I´m so sorry, Y/n, that my country has forced you to be here. It isn´t in my hands, but something is. I promise here, to you, to anyone who hears me... Even if it takes me sleepless nights and names me a fool, this fight won´t be win-less. I ´ll do my absolute best and get you out and to take care of you, dove." 

Those words however unsual they sounded to you, came with such comfort. It was all horrible to be here but maybe there was chance for a start of something new. You couln´t figure out what to respond and so he stepped closer. Really close. And wrapped his arms around you. Not tight. Soft and cozy, smiling into your hair and smelling like vanilla candles and bath bubbles. For a moment you got lost in something your mind couldn´t quite explain. Like a foreign language written on a board, those words simply said "love". (or did they?)

He then held you tighter but you didn´t mind a bit, as you were holding him back, just as firm. "Thank you," you whispered into his clothed chest. 

"I promise to make you a survivor. And then we´ll escape. I don´t know much about you, but you seem to need a new start. That alright?" He said quietly, playing with a strand of your hair. 

"Mhm." 

"Good."

And so he led you in. 

[theendwhereibegin]

Universally meant. Earthly bound

I am sorry it took so long for this update to happen. I`ve been on a bit of a downer towards the end of October and then things got hectic at work.

Most importantly, I didn`t want to offer you a half thought chapter just for the love of writing something, anything.

So here we go...

Part 6

This is crazy. Absolutely bonkers. Pedro Pascal in my house, in my kitchen, kissing me, dancing with me and having one of those soppy romantic movies moments. WITH ME! By now I was hyperventilating in my bathroom while he insisted to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen after telling him "No" for half hour. He won, obviously.

I knew I was bound to run into him one way or another as me and Oscar were very good friends. Hell, he even tried to set me up with one of his friends at some point and that`s when the penny dropped, it was Pedro he was trying to set me up with.

*Flashback Christmas Eve 2022*

It was another cold December day and I was trying to make my way to work. Families were passing me by at every step and I couldn`t help but watch them. I was 31 and all I had to show for myself was my career. I longed to have someone to love and to hold at night. I longed to have someone to connect with on a deeper level, but what I craved most, was to become a mother.

I refused to celebrate Christmas. Not because I didn`t like Christmas, because some of my fondest memories growing up happened during the holidays, but I didn`t want to sit awkwardly at a table filled with my friends and their families being alone once again.

Don`t get me wrong, I loved my friends and their partners. I loved their kids like they were my own, but I couldn`t bare sitting through one more Christmas dinner being asked when will I take the risk and start dating again, after all as my best friend Ophelia says " You aren`t getting any younger Olivia and you certainly can`t meet the man of your dreams sitting on your sofa while watching Netflix series now, can you?"

Oscar and his wife Elvira were the ones that made it their mission for me to meet someone. They called me once in a while trying to get me to come to dinner parties, or simply go out with them, but I refused every time. They were so lovely and their kids absolutely adored me, and I adored them, but it felt like every time we would get together the only topic they wanted to talk about was my love life.

Today wasn`t any different.

My phone rang loudly in my bag and looking at the screen I saw Oscars name in large letters. I let our a sigh and answered as I didnt want him to think I was totally avoiding him.

"Olivia, we are having a Christmas dinner party. Nothing crazy. Me, Elvira, our kids and one of my friends. He couldn`t go with his family to celebrate cause he had a project going on so, what do you say?" Oscar was like the big brother I never had, but always wanted, but sometimes I felt like blocking his number.

"Hello to you too Oscar. I am fine, thank you for asking. Oscar, you know how I am with dinner parties. I don`t like them, especially when you try to set me up with someone I don`t know! " I said in an exasperated tone.

"I swear to God I am not trying to put you in an uncomfortable position. I just hate the thought of you alone, plus my friend is single as well and he is a really nice guy. You might actually like him, you know? "

"Not gonna happen Isaac. Whilst I am sure your friend is a nice guy, I don`t want to be set up, you know that!"

"Fine! Stay alone for Christmas. At least stop by before the dinner so we can give you some of it at home. I know your fridge is always empty! You deeply annoy the life out of me Olivia!"

"Okay! But promise me your friend wont be there when I show up to pick up the food!" I knew Oscar and he thought of inviting the guy earlier so that I would bump into him, but I couldn`t say no to food. Elvira cooks some of the best meals I have had since moving to New York.

"I won`t. I promise!"

After work I made my way to the Isaac`s house, and like a true ninja, I managed to hide behind every mail box and bush I could find, in order to snoop and see if his friend was indeed not there. Knowing how Oscars mind works, its better to be safe than sorry.

I knocked softly on their door and two small giggles. Elvira opened the door just to reveal my two favourite trouble makers, their two sons.

"Auntie O!!!" said the eldest while hugging me for dear life.

Oscar was now using his kids as lethal weapons and I knew that because both of the boys were now looking at me with those puppy dog eyes I can`t resist. It took a lot in me to keep my ground and not give into their cuteness.

"Hey Olivia" Elvira greeted me with a hug. "I have your food ready to go. I am sorry you will not be joining us. Oscar has been moping around since he ended the phone call with you, but I understand. Don`t worry. We`ll catch up some other time"

"If it`s not my loner of a best friend." said Oscar while directing me with his eyes towards the kitchen.

"I am sorry that I won`t stay, but you know how I get in social situations. Your guy may be nice and all, but I am a wreck and I will make a very bad first impression" I said while sitting down at their kitchen island.

"You just think the worst about yourself, aren`t you? You wouldn`t be here and you wouldn`t be one of my best friends if you were the way you describe yourself O. I hope you know that"

"I appreciate that you didn`t get him here earlier than he is supposed to."

"I thought about it, not going to lie, but I didn`t want to give you a panic attack." said Oscar reassuringly.

Sure he was stubborn, but the thing about him is that he cared deeply about the people that he held close to his heart and he would never hurt them on purpose.

"If you wait for what that old lady from Chile told you, you`ll wait until you are old and grey Olivia. True love doesn`t happen while you are closed in your house. True love is out there, in pubs, parks, Christmas dinners. Not in front of your TV. " and he was right, but my previous relationship made sure to make me believe that the old lady from Chile was either high or drunk when she told me that I will find love in the strangest of places and that the forces of good will work for me to find it.

"I know Oscar. I am just not ready for any type of love at this point."

"He really did a number on you didnt he? I am so sorry O. Your time will come, maybe sooner than you think. If there is someone in this world that deserves happiness and love, its you." he hugged me and I made my way to the door.

Saying my goodbye`s I felt like I should have stayed maybe. They were my best friends and I felt bad for turning them down, but at the same time I wanted to be alone.

*Present Day*

I went out of the bathroom to find Pedro at the sink still washing dishes.

I hugged him from behind and rested my head on his back while letting out a deep content sigh.

"Hey there stranger. I thought you made a run for it" said Pedro while taking one of the hands that was wrapped around his waist to plant a sweet kiss on.

"That would be a weird move seeing as I live here and all that" his laugh vibrated through his whole body.

"True" and with that he turned around and planted a kiss on my lips.

"I don`t think I will ever get tired of seeing you blush baby. It seems to be happening quite a lot." he said while I tried my best to hide my face from him.

"I don`t blush. Its just very warm in here."

"Sure it is." and just as he finished his sentence his phone started ringing on the coffee table in the living room.

"Hey Oscar!" I heard Pedro greeting the person on the other end.

And that`s when my breath caught in my throat. I was meant to call Oscar back 2 days ago and with everything going on I completely forgot.

I could only hear Pedros side of the conversation and it was filled with "Yes" , "No" .

At the same time my phone started ringing as well in the kitchen and I raced to get it. Once I reached it I went into the bedroom to continue the conversation.

"Hey Elvira! How are you?"

"I am good. You are in a cheery mood. Did my girl finally go out and about?"

"No I didn`t and no I don`t sound cheery"

"So, Oscar made me call you because you always say no to him, but you kind of give in and say yes to me." I swear I rolled my eyes into another dimension.

"We are having a game night with the boys and they demanded that their auntie Olivia needs to join us. Before you say anything, think about the fact that you will say no to your sweet, loving, cute nephews."

"You have a way with words E. Why would you do this to me? You know I cant say no to them!" Pedros conversation must have been over because he was now leaning on the door frame of my bedroom with a smile on his face.

"Now, because its Monopoly as per their request, and our boys don`t really qualify to play alone just yet, I will have one on my team and Oscar the other, and we need at least 4 players to make it fun..."

"...Elvira, where are you going with this?" I said rather suspicious.

"One of Oscar`s friends is going to join us."

"I swear to God, your mission in life is to get me , at least laid" hearing this Pedro could barely contain his laughter and my face went bright red. To make it more fun, I put the phone call on speaker so that he can her Elvira as well.

"Its not our mission, well not the only mission. You are an amazing girl and you deserve an amazing guy, and this guy Olivia, this guy is like he was designed to be with you. You are both awkward at times, and funny, and loving and also, you both love our boys so much. Come on. One time. If you dont like the guy we won`t ever try to set you up."

"Promise?" I asked while looking at Pedro. He was now the one hugging me from behind planting kisses on the top of my head. He made it hard to concentrate.

"I promise O! I promise! So?"

"Fine, Ill be there but only cause I love my nephews and I can`t say no to them! "

"See you at 5!" and with that she hung up on me.

"I`m sorry P. I need to go or they will literally haunt me with this until my dying breath."I was now turned around face to face with him. He said nothing. He just looked at me smiling from ear to ear.

"Well we better get ready then, because if we are late Oscar is gonna have us killed. "

"Wait, that`s why he called you?"

"It seems like their mission isnt to get you laid." I tried avoiding eye contact with him but his fingers directed my chin up, and gave me no choice but to look at him. "Their mission is to make the two of us meet and we are going to have a bit of fun with that now, won`t we?"

He had a playful look in his eyes now. And while discussing our plan I got all excited about how everything will unfold.

"We won`t let them know we are dating" he said.

"We won`t, wait, we are dating?"

"Only if you`ll have me" he said while his lips were inches away from mine.

"I wouldn`t give you up for anything in the world" and the distance between us was now long forgotten. There was no drop of neediness in his kisses, it was just the constant need to be close to me, to feel me, to touch me.

As we looked at the clock it was already lunch time. While I would have loved to spend the day with him until we went to Oscars, we both knew that in order for our plan to work we needed to arrive separately and pretend we didn`t know each other.

Easier said than done. All I wanted was to be with him, near him. All I wanted was to hold his hand and steal kisses. All I wanted was to be his, but I needed to put my game face on.

[lynsburner]

BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE DID YOU SEE THE VID OF ANDY SINGING UNKNOWN ON STAGE????

https://twitter.com/hozier/status/1666156710816251927?s=46&t=LSoyIXqT91OLGNpISabobw

“you know the distance never made a difference to me” THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF WAS YOUR FIC 😭 this song is sooooo andy/lovely core im obsessed!! i can’t wait for it to come out, A) bc it sounds amazing already, and B) bc im so excited to hear your thoughts on it!!!

Oh... bestie... you might not like my answer for this one because I am absolutely begging him to put this one bACK IN THE VAULT (or whatever it is. Sorry I have too much Taylor on my mind after going to the eras tour twice now. And for the last time, I swear.)

Is it a bad song? Absolutely fucking not. It's gorgeous. But it hits a little too close to home for me.

So... I am about to tell a silly story. Picture this. It is late September. I am SEATED to see Carly Rae Jepsen at Radio City. I check twitter (yes I am on the hoz side of twitter. Not under this name, though lol). People are freaking out about a tik tok he made. I had only seen a small clip posted of him jamming on a guitar so I think nothing of it.

The curtain goes up. Carly comes on. I am having the most fun two hours of my life because how can't you when you get to hear the best opening number for an album ever made, sax and all? She ends with Cut to the Feeling, one of the most joyous songs ever made! I am on a happiness high! Nothing can ruin my night!

And then I am sitting at the bus stop and I check tik tok and realize it was a full song! A full song about a long-distance relationship! And I start SOBBING!!!! Because guess what? That song is SAD!

So I go from absolutely forgetting every bad thing that had ever happened to me to full-on crying about a failed relationship I was still not over!!! In the middle of 5th Avenue, no less!!!!

Idk if you've heard the full thing, but it is DEPRESSING! It's basically the opposite of Francesca (or the "I'd do it all over again" motif) ! He literally sings "And there are some people, love, who are better unknown" like??? Imagine thinking you're better off never someone than knowing them at all! (which, I know is my interpretation, and I can very much be wrong but that's what it's giving to me!) I can imagine! I was still in that mindset! Especially since this one was about a long-distance relationship! It hit me too fucking hard!!! I have literally ignored every live performance I've come across of it on social media since because it makes me absolutely sob!!! I wish I was joking!

Anyway, a hilarious bookend to this: the day he announced in that Instagram Q&A the date Unknown was officially being released? Guess who I was seeing in concert that night? That's right! Carly Rae FUCKING Jepsen!!!!! *Insert the "If I had a nickel" meme here*

But yeah, he got the real long-distance thing down to a fucking t, especially with the second verse, "Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy. If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in thе mind of me" because yeah, you can forgive a lot of shit when the person isn't physically in front of you! Also, "Where a blinding light shonе on you every night Either side of my sleep" to me is just a fancy little way of saying face time/late night calls lol. (Again, I could be wrong, but still!)

But (I am sorry for repeating "But"... BUT!) he also confirmed it's from circle 9, which is treachery! Which... well I am not defining a successful relationship as treachery, I'm sorry! Judas is in that circle! And I did too many years in Catholic school to know what that guy fucking did!

Anyway, unlike me and my ex (and whoever the fuck Hoz is singing about, may they have their peace and never have to hear this one randomly in a store or some shit), Andrew and Lovely are definitely on better terms in my mind and are absolutely thriving <3 As I said before, love those crazy kids! They're in their own universe probably looking at rings as we speak! Or face-timing since he's out on the road! Good for them!

This is also not an insult to long-distance relationships in general. I loved that shit. It was wonderful! The guy, though? He sucks! And I am still doing some reflecting on that (which I am sure will continue once I force myself to listen to Unknown in a non tik tok way!)

Lovely Anon, I know this is not the answer you expected, but hopefully, it makes you chuckle! Or at least gets you to listen to the greatest album ever made: Emotion, by Carly Rae Jepsen!

PS: thank you for that other ask because I have been putting "no plan" back into my rotation of songs and oh boy I forgot how fucking good it was!!!!!

PPS: I hope this didn't come off as too, "Uhm, actually!" because that was not my intent! The opening, out of context, is absolutely Lovely and Andrew coded! But the rest? Oh, she has words for him!!!!!

[onlyonetifosi]

Just us against the world

-> Word Count: 1288

-> Warnings: so much cheesy fluff,a bit insecure reader/mick and sorry for the so many temporal jums

->Author note: I would appreciate if you send some ideas or requests for me to write. English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

Big Thanks to @vickyhateslife who has been alongside me writing this <3

Mick and I have been very good friends for years, we met when we were 10 in a karting competition back in Germany.

We went up at the same time through the junior categories, only that i stayed one year more in F4 than him, and that's why he went upto F1 one year before me.

2022 was my year, I was chosen to be the new Williams driver longside Alex Albon due to suspicious retiremment of Latifi.

Anyways, today is my day, pre-season tests, I was so nervous but I think that wasn't important as my level of excitement. The tests are over, I am back home. I feel great, the energy was just amazing. Everybody here was very friendly and positive, and so were the people of Williams. They welcomed me with open arms, they told me that I am one of them now which feels great. But there's a lot of work ahead to be honest, feels like we're still learning a lot about how the car works and I'm working in guetting familiar with the car.

Now that tests are done, I'm going back to the factory in UK for a lot of sim and training ahead of 2nd round of tests in Bahrein, only 1 week before the firts race there. Can't wait to be back in the car.

Today was media day ahead of the first race of the season, the Bahrein GP and I was going to do some kind of sel presentation for the F1 youtube channel.

I was talking with Mick for the first time in a long time , don't get me wrong i talked to him in Barcelona and last week tests but not as long as we wanted.

Mick has been my crush since always but i don't think he ever felt the same way about me. He is still my best friend and than we have been for over 10 years now. I was lucky, as a child I was born in Switzerland and my dad and I were neighbours with the Schumacher's. My dad, Michael's Schumacher best friends since they were kids,and he moved with him because my dad was the first performance coach of a driver in F1. Moving back to Mick's and mine relationship, it has been very good since ever, he has been very supportive of my career so far but i know he wants to spend more time with me because he os only now that i can really stay for long periods at a time at home.

I realize that although i love sims, going back to real life is weird, as i've said before because even though last season was just a test season it was real enough for me t ofeel like a driver but this one is real now, so the stakes are higher.

In this moment I'm in the Williams hospitality looking trough the windows when I see Mick and his Kevin, talking and Mick seems a bit flustered, I wonder what are they talking about.

Mick's pov

-Mate, you act a little bit patetic, every time you both are talking you guys get all red, it's very cheesy, so please ask her out for gods sake.

-Kev, she doesn't feel the same I'm sure, we have been besties since we were born and I've had girlfriens and she had got boyfiends and we never said each othe anything.

-It's because you both are blind- A voice behind me says and I turn around to see Seb coming to us.

-Not you too Seb- i say embarrased to my confident here at the track.

-Mick, I've know you both nearly since you were born and you've always been crushing each other.

-Whatever Seb, look I'm sorry but I don't think she feels the same way, ok? She's my best mate andI think she only sees me like that.

-Whatever mate you say- Kev says and he turns around and walks away leaving me and Seb alone.

Today we only ahave FP1 and FP2 so it's quite a relax day, while I'm heading to the Williams hospitality, I find Mick going to Haas.

-We are doing the track walk together, don't we? - I ask him as we head the both hospitality, one in front of each other.

-yeah like we always did-

-oks, see you then-I say while fist bumping him.

-bye! -he says too, entering his motorhome.

-Mick, you've been crushing on that girl for years now. When are you going to say something to her?- Sebastian Vettel teased him as they sat in the middle between Haas and Williams motorhomes. Mick Schumacher just shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to admit that he was indeed interested in the beautiful German driver. -I don't know, Seb. It's just...complicated.- He sighed, running a hand through his hair. -What's so complicated about it? You both like each other, I can tell.- Kevin Magnussen chimed in. -Just man up and tell her how you feel!- -Yeah, Mick. Just tell her.- Alex Albon said, coming up to stand beside them. -She's definitely into you too, I can tell.- Mick just shook his head, not sure if he was ready to take that step just yet. Maybe one day, but not right now.

-Hey mate- I say while sitting beside him at the table.

-hey girl- he says while eating his spaghetti.

-ok so...I don't know how to say this- I start and his eyes are on me now.

- you're worrying me, just say whatever it is- Alex says scared by my behaviour.

-I think I like someone- I say after a deep breath.

-who?! -Alex asks immediately.

-It's Mick- and immediatly his jaw drops.

-I knew it! Lando and George owns me and Lily a dinner, yeah!- He says jumping.

-You betted who I liked or what- i say a little bit annoyed.

-Sorry bestie but I love to have a lovely dinner with my girl for free.-He says proudly.

-You're an idiot you know that?-I tell him annoyed while going to my room.

Today was quali day and it was at 6 pm and it was only 11 am because I had data to check and meetings, I was walking to the Haas motorhome from the padock because Mick and I are going to do our private track walk as we always did.

There was a little bit of wind so my hair came to my face, when I was going to remove my hair on my place I feel Mick's hand putting a lock of hair behind my ear, brushing his hand in the process, his action shock me because he had never made skin contact with me.

-Sorry, I just wanted to help you.-He says quickly while I give him a confused smile.

-It's okay, thanks.-I reply.

It's a little bit uncomfortable because neither of us knows what to say but we quickly break the tension by smiling, as I thought we were going to continue with our track walk, but he stopped me.

- I want to talk to you about something.-He said looking at me a little bit nervous.

-Then tell me-I say not expecting what was about to come.

-I've had a crush on you since we were in F3 and i couldn't resist more without telling you- You've been always my crush aswell for a long time.

We finish our walk smiling at each other and grabbing hands, stealing touches of each other and stealing kisses. Only we in our love bubble forgetting about our stressing job.

Just when we were to part ways, he grabs my wrist and he pulls me in a passionate kiss that neither of us want to finish, just us against the world.

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Resistance

Summary: You fight side by side with DA against Umbridge´s Inquisitorial Squad. But are all of them that bad?

Warnings: Detention with Umbridge (mentions of blood and torture)

This year was by far the worst one since you attended Hogwarts. You have dealt with three-headed dogs, Basilisks and innocent mass murderers but none of them had made your life as hard as toadface. That’s how you and your friends secretly referred to Dolores Umbridge when she wasn’t around. For sure, you had been in many situations that had been more life-threatening than the classes of Umbridge, but no one you had ever met had taken that much pleasure in making your life feel like hell.

That’s what you thought when you walked down the corridor and saw her walking around with a satisfied smile on her face while enforcing the rules she had made up since she had been appointed as the Hogwarts High Inquisitor. Toadface was a very appropriate nickname, you thought, when you watched her wide, slack mouth twisting into a, what she thought, sweet smile, while you heard her teaching Professor McGonagall about Educational Decree Number Twenty-Six, which didn’t allow the Professors to chat with the students about anything but the classes. You saw Professor McGonagall’s jaw clenching, while she tried to control herself as Umbridge’s voice quacked through the corridor. You didn’t know whether you wished that Professor McGonagall was going to hex her or were worried about the consequences your favourite Professor would have to face if she would do so.

You were so focused on the scene, that you didn’t pay attention to your own path. You didn’t think about looking ahead until you bumped into something hard.

“Damn it (Y/l/n), are you blind or just stupid?”

Maybe you had been wrong. Maybe there was someone who took even more pleasure in ruining your life than Umbridge. You sighed resignedly as you heard the sneering voice of Draco Malfoy. The blond Slytherin and you had never got along. But since the third year, when because of him, Buckbeak was meant to be killed, the two of you had your own personal hostility. By now you hated this boy with every fibre of your body and he did just the same. But while back in the last year you had sometimes secretly enjoyed the tiffs between the two of you, since Malfoy had always been a worthy opponent, by now you tried your best to avoid him. Because since he had joined the Inquisitorial Squad, he was allowed to dock House Points from you, when you broke the rules. But Malfoy obviously abused this power to dock points from you whenever he saw a chance. By now the hourglass of the Gryffindors was nearly empty. Not only because of the points he took from you but all the Inquisitorial Members who docked points from the hated Gryffindors. You really tried your best to not provoke them any further, but they always found a reason to do so. Just like Malfoy did now.

“Ten points from Gryffindor for you not paying attention to where you going.”

You bit your tongue to not reply something unpolite and just rolled your eyes.

“I saw that (Y/l/n). Another ten points for being so rude. And if you won´t apologize right away, I will take another ten points from you.”

You mumbled a “Sorry” and wanted to pass the boy, but he stepped into your way. He looked down at you with a smug grin on his face. His grey eyes were sparkling from how much he enjoyed the power he held over you.

“I´m sorry darling, but I don’t think you truly meant it.”

You kept quiet and shot him a deadly glance.

“You don’t have to rush, we can do this all day. Let´s see how long it takes until there are no points left, I can take from you.”

Oh, how much you wanted to hex him right there. But you were totally aware that this would get you in nothing but trouble. So you took a deep breath and smiled at him sweetly.

“I´m so sorry Draco. I promise I will try my best to never get in your way again. Please forgive me.” At least the middle of this wasn’t a lie. Draco nodded proudly and his grin only grew wider.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you? If someone tells you how to behave. And trust me I will. There are still some points left I can dock.”

You felt your cheeks redden at his words. Sometimes the tension between the two of you felt strange. You obviously hated that boy and wanted nothing more than hex him to Mars, but there had been some moments where you had also felt something else. Because whenever he was close to you, like he was now, or he looked at you like he did now, your breath hitched and your heartbeat quickened and there was nothing you could do about it. Sometimes Draco seemed to notice because then his gaze grew more intense as he scanned all the features of your face while quickly wetting his pink lips with his tongue. Just like he did now.

But the moment only lasted a few seconds because then he grinned at you again and finally stepped aside.

“See you around soon (Y/l/n).”, he said.

You shot him one last glance before continuing your way.

“Ten points from Gryffindor for not saying goodbye.”, you heard him shout. Now that he couldn’t see your face anymore, you rolled your eyes so much, that you could nearly see the inside of your head.

But there was one ray of hope those days. Because out of all the brilliant ideas Hermione had ever had, DA was probably the most amazing one. When you had realized that with Umbridge as a teacher, you wouldn’t learn anything, Hermione brought up the idea, that Harry could teach you how to fight and, most importantly, how to defend yourself. That’s why every once in a while, you met up with a few trustworthy people from all houses, except Slytherin, in the room of requirement and learned about all the things Umbridge refused to teach you.

Harry was an amazing teacher. He had taught you so many things, probably more than any other teacher ever did. You had learned how to disarm someone, how to stun the other one or how to make them fly. But not only you had learnt many things. The meetings of DA were always really fun and you had made many friends from different houses and years.

But unfortunately, Umbridge had noticed that something was going on. She had -according to Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four- banned all student clubs, which meant that you had to practice secretly. You didn’t know what would happen if Umbridge would ever catch you and you didn’t want to find out.

But someone wanted to. Draco Malfoy was following you around all the time. He was just like a shadow, accompanying you wherever you went. It was really annoying but luckily, even though Malfoy was smart, you were even smarter. Plus, you had friends who could distract him just long enough for you to disappear. When he realized that he couldn’t get to you by just following you around, he tried different tactics. He tried to threaten you (which mostly left you unimpressed since you didn’t care about whether or not his father would hear about your behaviour), blackmailed you (which didn’t work out very well since there were not many House Points left he could dock from you) and even tried to charm you.

This was by far his most entertaining but also most confusing tactic. Because even though you knew he was just playing games on you, Malfoy was totally aware of the fact that he was -objectively speaking- very handsome and had a very beautiful smile. And he used both in another attempt to get to you.

“You know, the Inquisitorial Squad isn’t even that bad, you know?”, he told you one day as you waited in the library for Hermione to do your homework. But her seat was taken by a certain blond boy. “We´re kind of like a family. Sticking together, no matter what.”

He glanced at you, while you listened, totally unimpressed.

“I know that Professor Umbridge is sometimes a bit…, well, you need to get used to her at first, but she isn’t that bad at all. And there are so many benefits.” He threw you a warm smile, that might had made you blush if you wouldn’t have been aware of the fact of what he was trying to do.

“Malfoy, what do you want?”, you asked, deciding to play along.

“Well, you could be a part of this, too. I mean you are really clever and ambitious. You could really make it, you know that (Y/n)?” You could feel your heart skipping a beat when you heard him calling you by your first name, but you kept a straight face.

“And what am I supposed to do in return for being a part of your squad?”, you asked, even though, once again, you already knew the answer.

“If you could just tell me what you and your friends are doing when you´re meeting and how to get in there…”

“I don’t know what you´re talking about.”, you cut him off.

Draco sighted. “C´mon, (Y/n), we already know that you´re up to something. And sooner or later we will find out.” You just shrugged your shoulders, but you could feel fear rising in you. You knew that someday they would catch you. You just prayed that this would be rather later than sooner.

“But if you would just tell me”, Draco continued, “you could get everything you want. And I swear to Salazar, you won´t get in trouble for what you have done. I will protect you, I promise. And I will talk to Umbridge that she won´t be too hard on your friends. She will listen to me. You just have to…”

“(Y/n)!”, you heard a familiar voice behind you. You turned your head and saw Hermione waving at you.

“I´m sorry, but there is nothing I have to tell you.”, you said to Malfoy.

You wanted to get up and get to your friend, but Malfoy grabbed you by the hand. It felt like an electric shock rushing through your body. You froze.

“(Y/n), please, I want to help you. I´m worried about you.” His voice sounded genuine and so looked his gaze, which was fixed on you. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and you could have sworn that the concern you saw in his eyes was sincere.

“(Y/n)!”, Hermione called you again. You looked at your friend, who had watched the scene, with worried eyes.

“Let go of me, Malfoy.” You tried to make your voice sound cold, but you could hear it slightly shaking. His touch confused you. It made you feel like you could actually trust him like he actually cared about you. This thought made you slightly dizzy and you knew that if you would stay in this state any longer, you couldn’t make sure that you would be able to keep all the secrets to yourself. That’s why you had to make a cut right now.

“Let me go. Now!” This time your voice sounded more purposeful and you tried to shake him off.

Malfoy let go of you immediately. For a second you thought that he was actually hurt by your actions, but soon enough, he put his guard up again.

“Well, at least I tried, (Y/l/n). You might be even more stupid than I thought.”

He then got up and turned to leave. But before he disappeared behind the next bookshelf, he turned around one last time.

“Oh and ten points from Gryffindor for… well, let´s say because you´re so annoying.”

It was the last DA meeting before the easter holidays. For weeks you had been looking forward to this. Today you would learn how to produce a Patronus. You knew that Harry had learned how to do it in his third year, but even though you were far more experienced than he used to be back then, this wasn’t an easy task. After nearly one hour and many different happy memories, the first people succeeded. You already saw Hermione´s otter romping around the room of requirement. And then, finally, you managed to produce something more than just silvery fog. A small figure jumped out of the tip of your wand and scurried around the room.

“Bloody hell, (Y/n), what is that?”, Ron asked as the small thing agilely ran through his legs. But you couldn’t quite identify it yourself.

“Looks like some kind of weasel or ferret.”, Hermione said. You nodded in agreement but only got more confused.

“But why though? There is no connection between me and a weasel. Or a ferret.”

“So your happiest memory wasn’t Malfoy being turned into a ferret?”, Ron laughed and you smiled too.

“No, but I think this would work too.” And at the thought of a certain boy who used to be a ferret once, your Patronus only shimmered lighter.

But before you could think about it too much, you suddenly heard a strange sound. When you turned around, you saw Dobby the house-elf rushing to Harry and whispering something into his ear. Harry´s face went pale. You instantly knew something was wrong.

“Alright, everybody get out of here, now! Umbridge knows.”

Within seconds, every Patronus was gone and you looked into the worried faces of your classmates. Everybody pushed towards the exit. But as you got out of the room of requirement it was already too late. The members of the Inquisitorial Squad were already there, trying to catch the members of the DA who ran in all directions. You stood there as if you had been petrified. This wasn’t true. This couldn’t be true. This couldn’t be the end. But then Hermione grabbed you by your shoulder, shaking you slightly.

“(Y/n), what are you waiting for? Get out of here.”

You gave her a thankful nod before you went to the left and Hermione to the right.

While you tried to get through the chaos of members of the DA and Inquisitorial Squad fighting with each other, you just prayed that your friends would make it out there. And you too, of course, and maybe you would if you…

You crushed into someone. Instinctively you grabbed your wand, but the person grabbed your wrist before you could move. Your head shot up.

As you looked into the grey eyes, you knew you were doomed.

It felt like time had stopped but just for the two of you. All around you the people continued fighting but Draco didn’t move as he locked his gaze with yours. You didn’t know what he was thinking but you could see him fighting with himself. You could see the indecisiveness in his look and for a second, the grip around your wrist loosened. You took the chance, broke loose from him and lifted your wand. But Draco didn’t show any intention to do the same. Slowly, you backed away from him, until you were out of his reach. Then you turned around and…

Your wand flew through the air and landed only a meter away from you. Quickly you bent down to grab it.

“Don’t even think about it.”, you heard a voice above you. And when you looked up, you looked right on the tip of Pansy Parkinson´s wand.

The back of your left hand was on fire. You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, writing the lines over and over again onto the white paper with red ink. Well, actually it wasn’t ink but your own blood that was not only brought to paper through the quill but by now was also dripping from the back of your hand, where the lines were carved in: I must obey the authorities. Umbridge had told you to write it as many times as it would take for the message to sink in. The scars would never disappear again, you were sure of that. But even though the lines might have sunken into your skin, your heart was still unharmed, the fire inside you only burning brighter with every stroke of the quill and every stinging of your hand.

Then, finally, Umbridge told you that, for now, you were done and she assured you with her toadlike smile that she would take as much discomfort in this punishment as you. But the sparkle in her eyes told you differently.

You were one of the last people who left the room. All you wanted to do was get back to the common room and curse Umbridge for what she had done to you and your friends. But someone else had different plans.

You saw him leaning against the wall outside the room, arms crossed and the same smug grin on his face as usual. Only that this time he seemed to be even more pleased. When Malfoy saw you leaving, he got up and walked towards you.

“(Y/n)!”

You ignored him.

“(Y/n), wait!”

“What is it Malfoy?”, you snapped as you turned around.

“Well, I hate to say I told you so, darling, but I´m afraid I have to tell you I told you so.”, he said, the grin on his face only grew wider.

“Told me what?”

“If you would have told me what is going on you wouldn’t serve detention now.”

“Oh yeah, I would have only betrayed my friends. And besides, I think scars on my hand are way better than scars on my face.”

Draco looked at you in confusion.

“Well, if you talk about Marietta, she will be alright again soon. Professor Umbridge had sent her to St. Mungos. You know, she really cares about us, students…”

“Oh yeah, physical integrity is her first priority.”, you said ironically. Draco now looked even more confused.

“I know she can be difficult, but she would never hurt someone on purpose and…”

You laughed in disbelief. “Don’t try to wind me up. Even you can´t be that stupid. And now excuse me, I had a very shitty time and really don’t have the nerve for this right now.”

You turned around and wanted to leave, but Draco grabbed you by the hand, preventing you from doing so. You hissed in pain. It was your left hand.

“Are you fucking mental? What the hell is your problem Malfoy? Isn´t one person in this castle torturing me enough?”

“What is your problem (Y/n)? Didn’t know you were that sensitive.”, he snapped back. The grip on your hand tightened and you flinched, trying to get away from him.

“Malfoy, you´re hurting me.”, you squeezed out and whined in pain.

Malfoy let go of you immediately as if he had burnt himself.

“(Y/n), I´m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”, he stammered. Then his gaze fell on your hand. His eyes widened.  “(Y/n), you´re bleeding.”

“Well, what did you expect?”, you asked in a cold voice.

Malfoy took a step towards you, but you immediately backed up again.

“Just let me take a look, please.”, he said. His voice sounded much softer now.

Neither did you move towards him, nor did you prevent him from closing the gap between the two of you and carefully taking your hand. You eyed every move he made distrustfully. As he looked at your hand, a small gasp escaped Malfoy´s lips.

“How did this happen?”, he asked you with widened eyes.

“As if you don’t know.” You tried to pull away from him, but he didn’t let you, this time much more careful though, anxious not to hurt you. As he looked at the words, carved into your skin, the realisation suddenly hit him.

“Umbridge?”

You didn’t answer.

“That’s what she does when someone gets detention?”

You looked at him. In his eyes, you could see pure horror. Your face fell.

“Wait, you didn’t know?”

Draco shook his head, his gaze still fixed on your hand.

“How the hell didn’t you notice?”, you asked in disbelief.

“None of us ever had to serve detention. I mean… Well, I heard Montague and Warrington talking about Umbridge torturing students, but I thought they were joking.” He shook his head, still shocked. “Why haven’t you told anyone? If your parent knew about this…” “Not everyone can run to their Daddy who can flick his fingers and everything is great again.”, you said bitterly. Draco almost looked guilty as you said this.

“Let´s clean this up, okay? Get to the bathroom, I´ll go to Madame Pomfrey and get something for your wound.” And before you could even protest, Malfoy was gone. You narrowed your eyes in confusion about the behaviour of the boy.

But you obeyed and headed towards the next bathroom. You sighted in relive when you felt the cold water running over your hands and saw the red vanishing in the drain.

Only a few minutes later, Malfoy stormed into the bathroom. He ignored the protest of two other girls who were in there as well.

“Out.”, his voice was calm but sharp, everyone knew he wouldn’t have an argument. So they left. Now it was just the two of you. Without a word, Malfoy took your hand and started to clean the wound systematically and carefully. You just stood there and watched him in awe. You couldn’t believe someone so cruel could also be so gentle.

When he grabbed a bottle, he got from Madame Pomfrey, and started to dab the liquid onto the wound, you hissed. This burnt worse than disinfectant. But Draco held your hand in a tight grip, preventing you from pulling away.

“Don’t worry love. It will get better soon. And there won´t be any scars left.”

And he was right. Soon, the pain eased and the marks already started to faint. Both of you still stood there in silence and just looked at your hand. After a few minutes, you finally rose to speak.

“Well, thank you for… you know… this.”, you stuttered.

But Draco just shook his head. “Don’t.”, he whispered. “This is all my fault. If I wouldn’t have help Umbridge to expose you, this wouldn’t have happened.” He looked down at his shoes and he looked so full of guilt and self-hatred, that you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

“She would have caught us anyway. With or without your help.” Why were you even trying to cheer him up? But it didn’t seem to work, because Draco just shrugged his shoulders.

“Why do you even care?”, you asked when he didn’t answer.

Again, Draco shrugged his shoulders, but this time he also gave you an answer.

“You don’t deserve this. You´re a good person. That’s why.”

“Well, the others are too. What about them?”

Draco looked at you defiantly. “I don’t care about the others.”

Even though you knew this probably wasn’t the best answer, you couldn’t help the small smile that crept on your face.

“So you care about me?”, you teased him. Draco´s cheeks reddened just as yours.

“I think I need someone to stand up against me. And you´re the only one who does it in a quite acceptable way, I guess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I take that as a compliment.”

Draco smiled as well. Then, he took your hand in his large ones and brushed with his thumb over the marks which were by now only thin, light lines. You felt a chill running down your spine at his touch.

“I will tell my father about this.”, he said, lost in his thoughts as he stared at your scars. “He will stop this.”

You raised your eyebrows, doubting that his father would care about this at all, as long as his son wasn’t the one who got hurt himself.

“Well, it´s worth a try I guess.”, you said with a small chuckle in your voice. Draco noticed that you weren’t fully convinced by that.

“And if he won´t do anything about it, I will find another way to stop this. She will never hurt you again (Y/n).”, he said. Now he looked directly into your eyes. It was one of those intense gazes that always made your heart stuttering. But this time, you could see some genuine affection lying within his gaze, which only made you blush more. “No one will ever hurt you again. Not as long as I´m with you.”

He placed a small kiss on the back of your hand. But then he looked at you again.

“If you want me to of course.”, he added with a slight shakiness in his voice.

“Well, I think it can’t hurt to have an ally on the opposing side.”, you chuckled.

“So you accept my apology?”, Draco asked.

You nodded and your smile only widened as you watched Draco´s face lightning up from your response.

“But don’t think that changes anything. I still hate you.”, you smiled at him. Draco mirrored your smile and pulled you in a tight embrace.

“I would consider myself disappointed if you wouldn’t.”, he whispered as he breathed in the scent of your hair.

You closed your eyes for a moment and buried your face in the crook of his neck. There was nothing more you wanted to do than stay like this forever. But one thing was still on your mind.

“Draco?”

“Yes love?”

“You need to let go off me.”

Draco immediately loosened the grip around your waist and looked down at you with a worried expression on his face.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You looked at him and shook your head, while your hands were still wrapped around his neck.

“What is it then? (Y/n), please talk to me.” You had to try really hard as you heard the panic in his voice.

“Educational Decree Number Twenty-Six.”, you said. Draco’s face fell.

“What are you talking about?”

You smiled at him cheekily as you quoted: “Boys and girls are not allowed to be within six inches of each other.”

[looooooooomis]

FINAL GIRL | FIVE

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   five  |  t h e  c a b i n (part I)

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count:  5.6k (I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY) warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)

A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHE’S BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmao 

You should have been paying more attention.

If you’d been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadn’t been braindead, you wouldn’t have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though you’d grown a second head.

You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.

You wanted to die.

It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that you’d practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.

You didn’t dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, you’d only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.

‘Are you up for a movie this weekend?’

It was a simple enough question, one you’d managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.

‘Why? What are you doing?’

The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.

“Earth to Y/N,” Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. “Are you alive?”

“Sorry,” you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, “I barely slept last night, I’m braindead.”

While it wasn’t a lie, you were still on edge. You’d think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend – but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.

“You feeling okay?” Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didn’t deserve. “You seem…off.”

It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything you’d been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.

“I’m fine, Sid,” you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friends’ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. “And I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.” You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stu’s lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. “She’s nine, so if I don’t come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.”

Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. “Every day I’m thankful I don’t have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? I’d rather rot.”

Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. “I think the kid would rather you rot, too. You’d be a terrible babysitter.”

“She’s right,” Tatum smirked, “you’d show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. It’d scar the kid for life.”

“Or,” Randy mused, “prepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.”

“Furthering my point, Meeks, you’d be a shit babysitter.” You laughed. “But, yeah, I’ll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.”

“How about you, lover boy?” Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. “Will you be joining us this weekend?”

You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. “Can’t,” he merely said, “I’m going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, I’m helping him.”

If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didn’t betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldn’t help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.

“You sure you guys won’t need help?” Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. “Besides this movie, I’ve got nothing else going on this weekend.”

“Real nice,” Randy teased. “She’d rather watch Billy’s dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.”

Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. “I’m sure,” he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. “Enjoy the movie night. I’ll be there for the next one.”

He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didn’t. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldn’t help yourself.

You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billy’s glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each other’s’ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.

The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. “Want to drive me to the bus station?” You asked him. “I don’t want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.”

“Tonight?” Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. “Sure, I guess. I’ve got a shift tonight at seven, though. When’s your bus leave?”

“Six thirty,” you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldn’t bat an eye. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, you do,” Randy agreed. “And, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.” He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didn’t catch onto the latter. “Pick you up at six?”

You nodded. “Perfect.”

With your eyes flickering to Billy’s once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how you’d managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didn’t know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billy’s on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.

No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didn’t quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldn’t wait to get Billy alone.

Because for the first time in the seven months since you’d started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.

This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.

And you couldn’t fucking wait.

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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billy’s car with a wild grin on your face.

Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.

It was exhilarating.

And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldn’t have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldn’t help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.

“Thank you,” you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin. “For your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.”

The dimple in Billy’s cheek deepened as his own grin grew. “Glad you let me steal you away?”

You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Very glad.” You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. “What—”

The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. “I really do fucking love you, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.

“Not going to say it back?” He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.

“I’d rather show it.” Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. “Eyes on the road, Loomis.”

Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. “Focus on the road, Billy.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

“Shut up and drive.” You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.

Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.

His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.

But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.

He wanted all of you, needed all of you.  

Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. “Undo your pants.” He hissed through bared teeth.

You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. “No,” you purred, “I want to make you feel good.”

With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldn’t help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasn’t careful.

You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.

“Touch yourself, at least,” he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. “Please, baby.”

Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.

But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.

For a good five seconds, he didn’t care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.

With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew you’d be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s the matter, Billy?” You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. “You look a little rattled.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. “Just wait until we get to the cabin.”

With your suspicions confirmed, you couldn’t help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.

»»-------------¤-------------««

By the time you’d pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.

The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didn’t need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.

You were happy.

Unreservedly so.

Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldn’t quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldn’t quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.

“Hey,” you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. “Lost in a memory, I guess.”

You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadn’t been in since his mother left. So, you’d give him that time.

For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasn’t until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. “Come on,” he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.

The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didn’t care.

To you, it was perfect.

Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.

You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadn’t quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.

There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. “Cute,” you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. “A little model, eh?”

Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week, you know that?” He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. “Just me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.”

“Sounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,” you goaded with a wink. “Or a really niche porno.”

“Why not a bit of both?” His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. “Both could be fun.”

You grinned. “I’m down for anything,” you shrugged. “So long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. We’re not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.”

“Heaven forbid,” he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.

“I’m serious, Billy,” you moaned.

Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. “The entire population in Bumfuck, California will know you’re my girl by the end of the weekend,” he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I promise.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him again.

His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. “Yeah.” Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.”

You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll rip them off of you,” he simply said, “so either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.”

You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and you’d be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.

“You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?” You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. “I’m already so wet for you, Billy.”

Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.

“Is this payback for the car blowie?” You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. “If it is, I can’t say I’m mad about it.”

“You wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?” He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. “God, you’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. “Hardly.”

His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.

“I love you,” he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. “You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. “I love you, too.”

His voice was gruff in your ear. “I’d kill for you,” his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. “You know that?”

Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” you managed a quiet laugh. “But I appreciate it.”

His teeth bit down on your neck again. “But, I would. I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”

His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. “Billy,” you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didn’t feel him inside of you. “Please.”

His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didn’t so much as move an inch.

“You’d love me, no matter what, right?” He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.

“Yes,” you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. “But I’d love you even more if you fucked me. You’re killing me, Loomis.”

Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. He’d fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. “You’re my girl, Y/N, you’re always going to be my girl, right?”

You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.

He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.

“Always,” the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. “I’m your girl, Billy.”

His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.

It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, he’d released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billy’s eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.

“Get up here.” He demanded.

You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. “Why would I want to do that?”

He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get. Up. Here.”

Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard you’d just been tied up to, you gasped as Billy’s tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.

Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.

He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldn’t care less.  

The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Billy, baby, fuck.”

He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.

Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldn’t take another second of Billy’s skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.

Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.

He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadn’t been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.

Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.

Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the other’s embrace.

“Is it hard being back here?” You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.

“For a second, maybe,” he admitted, soothing your hair down. “Not now.”

“What’s changed?” You asked with a small smile. “The sex was that good, huh?”

A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.”

Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. “Same.”

[teyvatdreams]

unrequited

oh, what i’d do to have you feel the same way about me as i do you.

incl. kaeya, childe, kazuha

kaeya / realizing you’re too late.

never in your life did you think you’d ever fall in love; it was all too fragile for you to believe in. all it takes is one crack, and everything can fall apart. so you hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about the concept, until you met kaeya.

at first, you didn’t think he was anything special. you couldn’t have been more wrong.

he made you feel like you belonged. he made you feel special. he made you feel loved. and it drove you crazy. it reached a point where you could barely breathe when you were around him. you wanted to grab him by his shoulders and shake him, and tell him how much you loved him. you were only falling deeper and deeper with every passing day. but it was too hard, too scary of a concept for you to actually do it.

the first time you see kaeya with them, you freeze. your brain is moving at a million miles an hour trying to figure out if what you saw was correct.

maybe they’re just friends…?

friends don’t look at each other like that. kaeya had certainly never looked at you like that.

your suspicions were confirmed a few nights later when you saw kaeya with them at the angel’s share, laughing and talking as you sat by a nearby table and tried not to break down. you spent that night laying in bed staring at the ceiling. is this… heartbreak?

you see kaeya the next day and unfortunately, fail to escape his sight before he calls you over to meet his s/o.

“this is (y/n), one of my best friends!”

childe, being rejected as gently as he can.

hearing about childe and actually meeting him were two completely different experiences. everyone had made him out to be some bad guy, a troublemaker, someone who shouldn’t be trusted so easily. but you thought he was charming, sweet, someone you got along with well straight away. sometimes you wish you had listened to them.

maybe you had misread his signals — signals you thought were the same as yours. you really liked childe. more than just a friend. seeing him everyday made you feel all warm inside, and if he did anything as simple as a smile to you or a laugh at your joke, you felt as if you could melt.

you often spent evenings with him atop the mountains of liyue, sitting next to him as the day slowly came to a close. over the past few days, you had been slowly gaining the courage to confess.

“uh, childe?” you ask.

he looks to you, looking at you with the same eyes you had fallen for.

“can i ask you something?” you continue.

he nods. “of course.”

“okay, well,” you take a deep breath. “i think… i like you, and…” you look up to childe again, and immediately stop talking when you see the expression on his face.

he sighs. “i knew this was coming. and i hate to do this to you, but… i care about you far too much to let you love me.”

“what?” you ask quietly. “…what do you mean?”

“i’m not a good person. i’ll only hurt you, whether i mean to or not,” childe explains. “so i can’t let you love me. not in good conscious,”

“i’m sorry.”

he turns on his heels and starts walking away, leaving you alone with your own thoughts and tears welling up in your eyes.

kazuha, watching from afar.

you didn’t know kazuha too well. you spoke to him often, but the conversations were never very meaningful. you ran a small shop in inazuma that sold small trinkets and such, and kazuha would stop by whenever you had new items, so it was no surprise your conversations with him were nothing of great importance, nor very personal.

you always wanted to get to know him, but he seemed so busy. so you would just watch him whenever he passed by you, hoping that one day, he would be more than the mysterious samurai who walked the streets of inazuma.

however, one day, you decided to make the first move. you received a new item in your store that screamed kazuha. surely, if he saw it, he would buy it. but you wanted it to be more special. you wanted it to come from you. maybe it would make getting to know him easier.

unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be. you found kazuha rather easily, but you were still too nervous to make your way to him. you stood behind a nearby building and rehearsed what you were going to say, but it didn’t calm your nerves at all.

what if he thinks it’s weird? what if he doesn’t even like the gift? what if he laughs at me?

you couldn’t shake off the horrible thoughts. so, you forced your legs to walk, just to discover that kazuha had left. he hadn’t just left; he had ran from where he was.

feeling defeated, you returned to your shop and put your gift for kazuha on a shelf. maybe it just wasn’t a good time. you still kicked yourself for being so hesitant.

but you didn’t see kazuha the next day. or the next. you found out the day after that that kazuha had fled inazuma after his friend lost a battle against the raiden shogun. you kept an eye out for him just in case it was a rumor.

you found out quickly that it wasn’t. you received a package a few weeks later from the general of the resistance, gorou. it was a small bracelet that kazuha had made for you with all the small charms he had bought from you. he had been working on it for some time, and left it at the resistance camp the last tome he had stopped by. he just hadn’t gotten the chance to give it to you before his friend was struck down.

you took your gift for kazuha out of it’s box. you added the small maple leaf charm to the the bracelet and thought of kazuha every time you wore it.

[nemeseos-noctua]

I remembered you writing about how Aether quickly falls asleep when you play with his hair and my brain went ➡️⬅️↘️↕️➡️↪️⤵️↗️, so may I request Razor, Aether and Xiao snoozing off on their s/o after their hair gets played? (imagining Xiao turning 10x more affectionate, subconsciously nuzzling into you has me sobbing—)

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: razor, aether, xiao (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Do you see the xiao bias? Yea u do.

honestly? his hair is kinda tangled

ok. not kinda. it is very tangled. he does not maintain it, occasionally washing it just because it smells and he doesn't want to attract animals with it

so when you came into his life? and actually brushed his hair? wow. he's in deep. this is love... love is brushing hair

BUT OK SERIOUSLY: he really appreciates that u brush his hair! he thinks it's so cool... because now he can actually?!!? wash?!!?!?!?

one day, u were just brushing his hair and telling him about your day (though he can't really keep up with the rate that words kept leaving your mouth)

and. he fell asleep. HE DIDN'T MEAN IT! but the way you ran ur fingers through his hair and so kindly untangled each knot that'd appear every 5 seconds? wow.

"yeah, and then there were three mitachurls! isn't that crazy?"

". . ."

"razor?"

peeking over to look at the boy who laid in between your legs with his head against your stomach, you were met with the sight of a lightly snoring wolf boy

you swore there was a comical air bubble inflating and deflating from his nose

when razor woke up, he was thoroughly confused once there were a bunch of sweetflowers in his hair... and those silver locks of his were actually untangled?!

he's going to repay you by playing with your hair next!

aether... has a braid on 24/7. he doesn't usually let it loose because he doesn't have the time to maintain it, braid it again, wash it, etc. every single day

so.

yea.

but one night! one night where he had 0 commissions! you asked him while he was roasting some mushroom skewers up:

"hey, can i play with your hair?"

he blinks

and then gets to removing the band at the tip of his hair. HECK! you don't even have to ask! he's all down!

though he gets a little sullen :( his sister used to do his hair for him before they got separated

but he has no time to think about that. right now, it's about you. you running your hands through his hair as he gets flustered at how tangled and unkept his own hair is

"ah, sorry about that..."

"it's no biggie!"

once you untangle it (it wasn't that hard) and separated his braided hair, you had to take a deep breath.

wow. aether with his hair down. wow. thank you for this blessing lord barsibatos 🙏🙏🙏

he feeds u while ur styling his hair however u'd want. he's the sweetest ever <33

when he feels the drowsiness kicking in, he'll literally tell you. "i think i'm going to fall asleep." just a headsup before he actually does, yk?

and once he says that? he's out like a light. this is what happens when you adventure for a living (and for your sister)

though you're both out in the middle of the wilderness, the only heat coming from a dwindling fire, you swore that this. this was the warmest you could ever get.

you'd have to persuade—no, beg xiao to even come close to his hair. he's not used to physical affection, and touching his hair is way out of that little bubble

it's not that he doesn't trust you. if anything, he trusts you the most. but xiao hasn't been very open and you asking to play with his hair isn't going to change that...

except.

this one time. xiao is feeling his best. his touch-starvedness is kicking in and he longs to... hold your hand. or for you to hold him

nananana! your time to shine! confetti! sprinkles!

he stares at you, menacingly. expecting you to catch on because his stare tells a story

(it tells a story of how you'll die if you wrong him. /j)

anyways!

"xiao, is something wrong?"

"... no," he grumbles, turning away. he's conflicted, does he feel good that you noticed? or does he feel bad that you did?

"xiaoo?"

"no."

"xiaoooooo?"

he gives in, holding his hands out stiffly. if you weren't so adept in the language of 'Yaksha x Mortal', you would've thought he was t-posing

'he wants a hug!!' you exclaim internally, dramatically walking forward to embrace your boyfriend. of course, you're doing this in the safety of your room at wangshu inn

bringing your hand up to the back of his head, you quickly stroked his turquoise hair, melting once he nuzzled his face into the bottom of your neck, his forehead meeting your skin

this. this my friends, is what you call the adeptus jackpot

xiao enters this state of. "My Touch-Starvedness is Getting Cured" as you continue to fiddle with his hair, occasionally twirling the strands as he swears his eyelids just gained a few pounds

once xiao is back to normal and not in a state of pure euphoria, he will doubt those events ever happened.

"u were so cute yesterday."

"i was not."

"was too."

"was not."

"was too."

". . ."

"caught u in 4k 😳📸"

"what is a 4k?"

[masterprocrastiwriter]

Has there been a Soldier!Schlatt? Him in such a uniform is so hot.

This isn't smut, though, don't worry. tw // war.

please don't leave me alone.

a schlatt au.

I woke up, carefully blinking my eyes open and arching my back up. I looked to my side and noticed Schlatt wasn't here beside me. He must be making breakfast for us now.

I did some mundane shit and walked towards the kitchen. Schlatt was preparing food and plates, wearing a military cap and uniform—which got me confused, since he doesn't leave the house unless near noon. It's literally morning today. He's been serving the military for half a decade, and after a recent weeks of a break, he decided to return to his job.

Maybe his job is early today, since he took a long break.

When he put down the forks and spoons, his eyes looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning, love!"

"G-Good morning," I said, realizing that I was smiling too. I sat down and we both started eating. We also mixed our breakfast with a little chit-chatting, a couple laughs here and there...it made me do a big sigh.

Gosh, I love this man so much.

People usually misunderstood him as an unapproachable type of guy. The kind of man, as they say, that gets no bitches. Well, he has one now—I'm only like that in bed though. But because of him, I realize myself more than just his bitch or partner—I'm his lover. And he's my lover, too.

Life's never been the same since he came.

After eating, I scrolled a little bit on my phone and notice a recently recurring news throughout social media. There's going to be a war between two countries—just by reading the title of the articles, I felt my gut clenched a bit and my lips flattened.

War. It does nothing but to solve problems by violence. It only costs lives more than political benefits. War is a menace to society.

I shook my head and put the phone aside and stepped into the bathroom. During my shower, I couldn't stop thinking about the articles—it's bugging me. Considering that Schlatt's a military man, I'm overly worried that he might be assigned by his colonel to join the war—I shook my head. No. No, that's not going to be happening.

Isn't it?

I finished taking a bath and changed to my new clothes, breathing in and out deeply to ward the negative emotions off my body. I went to the living room and noticed Schlatt putting a few bags on the door.

My gut clenched again. Something's wrong.

I looked to the kitchen with creased eyebrows. "Love, are you there?"

"Yeah?" He appeared from the kitchen, smiling at me. "Anything you need?"

"Uhh...why are there so many bags at the door?"

"Oh, um...they're for medical and food purposes, just in case." He sighed, rubbing his neck with his hand. "And...I might not return home tonight or a next few days."

I swallowed my throat. "W-What do you mean? Did the colonel gave you a punishment?"

"No, no, it's just that..." he exhaled, frustration and fear etched on his face. "It's just hard to tell you..."

"T-Tell me, Schlatt, I-I won't judge," I said, my voice being shaky. My heart's beating a little faster, not liking what my mind's assuming where this conversation would lead to.

He closed his eyes, lips flat and pouted before hesitantly nodding in quick succession. "Okay. Just...come closer to me."

I walked closer to him, my feet shaking at every step. Worrying thoughts started to intrude through my mind—I tried my best to push them all off, but they couldn't go away.

The moment our distance between us is half a meter, two big arms suddenly encaged me and pulled me to collide against his chest. His hug was tight, as if he doesn't want to let me go.

I heard a sniffle.

Being clouded by confusion and anxiety, I lifted my small arms to embrace him back. I blinked, struggling to understand what is happening here.

"S-Schlatt...why are you hugging me like this?" I asked. "W-What the fuck is going on?"

"I'm sorry."

My whole self froze.

I'm sorry.

These two words echoed in my mind when they escaped from his mouth. My face felt blank and gray, and my body subtly shivered cold.

"No...n-no, you're not thinking w-what I'm thinking, r-right?" I mumbled—we slowly let go of each other. I slowly shook my head, sarcastically smiling, "T-This is a joke, isn't it? 'C-Cause if it is, I-I bet you...that's n-not a good joke."

Schlatt's face was now wet with tears. "Would you think I'd be joking if I'm crying like this?"

I blinked a few times in suspended yet heightened disbelief.

"Let me clarify..." I trailed off, taking a deep breath before saying anything. "Were you, by any chance...assigned to go to that war?"

He swallowed his throat, and eventually, he nodded.

"Yes."

Silence filled the whole house afterwards. Never thought a single yes could tear and crumble my inner world. A part of my heart shattered and altered my breathing pace in so much disbelief.

Two words:

"FUCKING. BULLSHIT!!!"

Two words broke loose from my mouth and abruptly ceased the minutes-long silence. My hands fisted and shaking and my nails dug onto my skin.

"For the first time after weeks in your break...you were mandatorily assigned?" My almost whispering voice faltered as I'm about to cry. "To go to war?? Are you kidding me?!"

He looked at me with genuine helplessness in the face, not knowing what to say. "L-Look...I was surprised as well, but it's the colonel's orders—"

"Why does it have to be all that sudden?!" Tears quickly escaped my eyes as I heaved my breath. I quickly shook my head and turn back to him, "You know what, why don't you resign?"

"What?" Schlatt's eyes widened, brows creased. "You think the colonel would let me resign when I was given a very important mission? He would literally drag me from here if I refused to do so!"

"S-Schlatt, no, I'm begging you, just don't go!" I cupped his cheeks, almost falling on my knees. "We can run away from this house, start a new life, and I'll get the both of us a job at a farm or something. I-I'd do everything t-to pull you away from t-there, j-just..." My sobs became louder.

"...n-no!" My voice went high-pitched as I whimpered the word. "I c-can't afford t-to lose you."

I found myself now kneeling onto the floor, head low and crying hard. I'm such a wrecked mess—a damn apocalypse in front of him. If only I had the guts, then I'd march to the colonel and do enough pushups and kneels and beg him to not send Schlatt into war.

But then again...what power do I have against the colonel? None.

"D-Don't l-leave me alone...please..."

It was a simple decision, yet the one that will take me away from one of the most important people I ever had in my life. I wouldn't be able to sleep properly every night without thinking about what's going to happen to him, at every. fucking. minute.

I'd be like an observer to a Schrodinger's cat experiment where the box and the flask with poison represent the war, and Schlatt is the cat. I wouldn't know if he's dead or alive in that box—and that's enough to make anyone suffer from paranoia for whoever had their love ones sent to war.

I'm drowning in an ocean of what ifs at the moment.

Eventually, my sobs softened and my face is now soaked with tears. I realized that Schlatt kneeled down and hugged me again, hushing me while slowly caressing my back.

"Hush now, love..." he said, voice low and calm. "I acknowledge whatever you feel."

"I-I just...d-don't want a-anything bad h-happen to you...:

"But we have no choice...war is a big thing. And, responsibility is inevitable."

He held the sides of my head, and planted a firm kiss on my forehead. I looked up at him the same way he looked at me. A soft smile formed on his lips. "I have to leave now. But I swear to you from this moment on...I will return."

I wiped the tears with my hands, sniffling. "R-Really?"

"Mhm." he hums. "Yes, I will."

He helped me get up on my feet carefully, and the moment I managed to stand he quickly laid his lips on mine. I follow with the movement as my hands ran to his back, embracing him into a hug. It didn't take long for us to crave our kisses more—it showed when he groped the back of my neck and my hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.

This may or may not be the last kiss that I'll ever get from him again. And so, we'll give it our best.

Our lips were escalating, like it's a rough battle of pleasure to pleasure—I felt like he was about to break it, but I pulled him closer to me so I could feel the best kiss I hope to do so in my life again with the same pair of lips.

And...at an intuited right time, our lips finally departed and we quickly hauled air to our lungs—our heads turned to the doorway when we both heard the sound of a beeping car.

"Hey, Schlatt, it's time to go! The Colonel is so pissed right now!"

"On it, Ted!" He said, looking at the door. He turned back to me and cupped my cheek, "Don't worry about me too much, okay? I want you to take care of yourself while I'm not here. Do you understand, love?"

I sniffled, nodding, "I-I will try..."

"Don't say you'll try." He said, looking at me in the eye. "Say that you can do it."

I paused, until my head moved in a firm nod. "Yes, Schlatt. I will take care of myself."

"Good." His lips formed into a grin, which reflected back at my own lips as well. He walked towards the door to pick all the bags, and is about to walk out of the door.

"Schlatt!"

He stopped from my shout, and looked back at me. "Hmm?"

I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then, I stomped my foot against the floor, my heels sticking to each other and my feet positioned in 45 degrees of angle, raising the right hand sharply to my eyebrow—the first time I did a military salute to him after years of seeing him and his fellow men do it.

"May you be safe, Schlatt—I swear to the stars and back."

The corner of his lips moved upward, stomped his feet as well and did the pose, saluting me with a proud expression on his face. "Love, yes, love!"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Alright, alright, you can go. Take care..."

"You too! I love ya!"

And he walked out of the door. And the car broom'd away.

And now...I'm all alone.

I still want him here.

It's gonna take either months to years...I'll be willing to be patient if that means I'm going to see him again. And hold him again.

"M-Me too." A single tear escaped my eye. "I-I love you too."

And I prayed, that one day...may he come back home safely.

[maizumis]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEIR CHILD SAYS THEY ARE NOT THEIR FAVORITE PARENT

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, suna rintarou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuro koutaro, osamu miya

note: reader refered as mom ‼️ not edited cos I'm sleepy </3 enjoy hotties 😽

•ATSUMU opened the door with his daughter in one hand while the other had a huge blue balloon she wanted, hearing the click of the door you turn around and see your little bundle of joy running with open arms to you "mommy! I missed you" event if the two of them went out for an hour and a half, you really missed her too "aww darling! I missed you too! I'm your favorite, right?" she gave your cheek a sweet kiss with his tiny hands in your jaw "yes! mommy the best" at this scene, atsumu was long forgotten on the door, amused about what his daughter just said "and what about papa? he bought you this balloon!" he moved his hand to make presence of it, slightly jealous of you "papa is very good too! it's just mommy is always the best" you let go of her embrace, tucking her brown hairs behind her ear "why don't you go and clean yourself? I can make a choco milk!" she didn't need to be told twice that was already running to the bathroom " ‘tsumu you know she doesn't mean it, right?" pouty atsumu came walking to you "a know but a want to be her favorite now!" chuckling at his childhood behavior, you make sure to peck him before going to the kitchen, even after all this year's you never failed to make him blush "you can be her favorite tomorrow ‘tsum, come hug me now"

• SUNA had his daughter on his lap, paw patrol playing softly on the TV in front of them, you always tease him about how he is more into the show than his own daughter but he is quickly to change the subject, everytime "how was your day at school baby?" the little girl raised her head from his chest, messy hairs blocking her sight " ‘t was okay, I missed mom" his hand was already on the hairs in front of her eyes, using the hair-band he always had on his wrist just in case something like this popped out "and you missed dad too I like to think" she hummed before resting her head on his torso again, little hands roaming around his body like she was caressing him "I did, but mommy is my favorite so I missed her more... I'm gonna go to sleep daddy, wake me up when mom ‘s home" and with that she was out, leaving suna with wide eyes and lots of questions filling his brain, the clack of the open door scares him, even knowing it's you coming home from work, he was deep in thought "a penny for your thoughts, rin?" he sighs before patting the place next to him on the couch, you gladly obey and lay your head on his broad shoulders "she told me you're her favorite" you interlaced your fingers with his, giving him a little squish "you know she is just a child, right? she lives you so much, everytime you're away she only talks about you" a little hope came back to his eyes "really, she talks about me?" you hummed, assuring him he is the one of the biggest thing in his daughters mind "lots, rin"

•IWAIZUMI was playing with his daughter in the backyard, his hands on both sides her waist while he throws her up and down the air "higher daddy! higher!" her little giggle brought life to his ears, this kid was gonna be the death of him "I wanna fly! like the birds we saw in the park!" "that's very high, sweetie" she was screaming her lungs out, non-stop laughing, toothy smile on her face that had a little of chocolate that Hajime gave her after lunch as a secret between the both of them. to lost in their own world, they didn't notice your arrival, they were having the times of their lifes "I'm home! where's my sweet girl and lovely husband?" her eyes got wider than they already were and her smile impossibly bigger "mama! you're home, put me down dad I wanna go hug mom!" he placed her down on the grass and her little legs were running as fast as they could "mommy! we had such a funny day! we saw lots of things outside?" you could tell hajimd was a proud dad, his daughter being talkative and smart, she sometimes reminds him of tooru "yeah? and what else" "I was telling daddy I wanted to be a bird but I missed you so much! you know you're my favorite, mom" hajime's lips were pressed into a thin line while his brows got a little down, you could tell he was feeling a little insecure so a little assurance wouldn't make him wrong "go inside and change your clothes then we can do something together, how does that sound?" she went inside the house screaming he was gonna wear her favorite blue dress, you giggled at her cute actions "hajime, the entire neighborhood can feel you, she doesn't mean it, she is just a child, we did the same when we were her age" he went towards you and placed his big arms around your waist, placing his head on the crook of your neck "I know, but we were having such a good time" your hands came to his face so you could make him see you "and we are gonna keep having a good time! we have to make sure you're her favorite by the end of the day, come on big boy! we are in this together" and with that you started running inside the house, holding his hand in the way in, the feeling of love and pride fulfilling his heart, happiness and love could be described like this exact moment, he thinks

•BOKUTO happily took his son out, ready to spend a little ‘daddy-son day’ as he called them, sometime they would go to his practice or to the aquarium! to learn everything they can about the infinity of animals the ocean has. today they decided they would be going for an ice-cream then straight to the park to play a little "okay bud! what flavors do you want? one or two?" the kiddo look up to the list of flavours that were in front of him ‘so many choises’ he thought before speaking "chocolate and vanilla please!" his choose of flavors made bokuto think about the old days, when you would wait for him in highschool after every practice to go on a date, you always, and he means always, wanted to eat vanilla ice-cream, I didn't matter the occasion "you know, your mom loves vanilla ice-cream! what if we buy a little for her?" his little golden eyes were shinning at the mention of his mom "yes! she's my favorite so she deserves ice-cream for being a good mommy" mid way taking his wallet out of his pocket, bokuto stops, looking directly to the floor "I'm sorry, your favorite what?" "my favorite parent! duh" he tried, he really tried not to have an episode in front of everyone but his deflated hair was exposing him "oh, that's good! your momma is perfect!" "she indeed is, dad!" the laugh of his son made him feel a little better, but ache on his heart was still there; after both of them has their ice-creams in hand, they started walking towards the park hand in hand "yummy! daddy this is delicious! you're absolutely my favorite!" like that? kids changes of opinion that fast? either way, his heart was pumping with joy "of course I'm your favorite! let's go play and the we can buy more ice- cream!" needless to say, you had a fridge full of icecream that night and two sugar rushed boys

•OSAMU has one twin in either side of him, his little girl with two pigtails while is beautiful boy had a green apron on "I know mommy will love this!" the little boy exclaimed, his daughter quickly following behind "uh-huh! mommy always love when we cook for her" osamu was happy he had this life, he didn't expect to have twins the first try but here he was, bragging about his perfect set of kids to his brother every chance he had "yer mommy loves both of ya so much" the kids were trying to make the onigiri shape with the rice while giggling "I know mommy love us! she is my favorite indeed" osamu's heart skipped a beat after hearing is daughters words "ugh she is my favorite too! I love it when mama let us sleep with her" but why is he saying this when he lets them sleep with him too? "that's right! we need to make this onigiri perfect so she is proud" nervously chuckling to erase a little the tension he was feeling "okay, daddy keeps going from here, go set the table and change yer smelly clothes!" the kids were racing to their respective bedrooms, yelling how they were gonna be prettier than the other one. the younger twin was so deep in thought leaning on the kitchen counter that he didn't acknowledge your presence "samu, baby, I'm here, everything okay?" his features relaxing when he saw you, gently placing one hand in your chin to kiss you "everything good sweetheart, the kids just told me yer their favorite parent so am just thinking a lil" you were laughing at his concern, those same kids told you this morning that his papa was their favorite "you want to know something fun ‘samu?" he raised a brow before his hands found home on your waist, gently pressing your chest to his "what, love" your hand came to play with the hairs he has on the forehead "this kids told me this morning you were his favorite, don't take to seriously what they said ‘samu, they love you unconditionally" taking your advice, he pecked you before hearing little steps coming to the room "our alone time has ended angel, a love ya" finishing his words with a sweet kiss

[chippedaxe]

can u do a part 2 if 'hate is a strong word' maybe with some nsfw

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word P2

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, arguing, fighting etc.., praising, degrading, maybe a bit of humiliation? Idk. , unprotected sex

Pronouns: They/them, afab

Synopsis: You and Karl end up arguing after you get jealous, resulting in sex between the two of you.

Pairing: c!Karl X Dom! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Part 1: Hate is A Strong Word (sfw)

Note: unedited*

- If some words don't make sense or spelling is wrong than sorry, I'm too lazy to proof read and edit my fics.

- written in my notes app

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Karl put his hands up in defeat “I don’t understand why you’re so angry about this! I promise to you that nothing else happened!” Karl shouted “oh yeah? Then where’d you get that love bite from??” You pointed out a red mark on his neck “it’s a mosquito bite!” Karl argued back, you took a step towards him “oh? You’re calling Sapnap a mosquito now?”

“No! It really is just a mosquito bite! Please trust me on this!” Karl moved away from you “you know why I don’t like you seeing Sapnap!” You were on the verge of tears “holy shit- are you crying? Babe, I’m sorry I made you feel like this..” Karl approached you.

You got ready to fight and put your hands up “I’m not trying to hurt you, can I please just give you a hug? You’re not in the right headspace right now..” Karl reached his arms out to you. You lowered your defenses and looked away as you allowed Karl to embrace you.

“Why would you go out of your way to ignore my feelings? I told you to leave Sapnap alone for a reason!” You exclaimed “I know! I tried to avoid him but I couldn’t help running into him” Karl apologized “if I go to Las Nevada’s and talk with Slime boy- will he be able to truthfully tell me that nothing happened between you and Sapnap?” You started to cry.

“I wish you could just trust what I’m saying! Of course Sapnap and I did nothing!” Karl frowned “prove it! Kill him or something! Burn his house down!” You were hysterical “you know I can’t do that! Look- let me just make it up to you, do you want me to get you something to eat?” Karl caressed your cheek.

You slapped his hand away “if you want my forgiveness than you better listen good!” Karl’s ears perked up and he started listening right away “I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get a glass of water and when I come back I want you to be stripped naked on that fucking bed, alright?” You crossed your arms.

“W-what? Of course!” Karl’s cheeks heated up and he was quick to follow your instructions, struggling to pull off his clothes as you left the room. You walked down the stairs and slowly made your way to the kitchen, maybe you had just been overreacting but you wouldn’t let Karl know that he was right.

You grabbed a glass and poured yourself some water, sipping from it slowly while thinking about the whole situation. Sapnap was 100% trying to make you jealous so you knew you’d have to work harder to get him back!

You returned upstairs, opening the door and being met with Karl’s naked body spread on the bed. He opened his legs up shyly to you, revealing his hard erection he had gotten “oh baby.. look at you, you’re so gorgeous..” your lips pursed into a small smile.

“T-thank you Y/n..” Karl glanced away from you timidly, you walked over and crawled onto the bed. You began to slowly strip yourself of your clothes, pulling your blouse over your head and shimmying your pants to the floor.

Karl looked up at you, mesmerized by the way your body looked in the lighting “oh you’re so handsome..” Karl mouthed out to you quietly. Karl reached out to touch you but you slapped his hand away “no touching, this is supposed to be your punishment” you told him off for it.

You got between his legs and stared up at him intently, he looked down at you and puffed his cheeks out “well- are you gonna do anything?” He asked. “Not if my out keep being impatient, Karl!” You furrowed your eyebrows “okay okay- sorry darling..” he kept quiet and shut his mouth.

“Good boy, now stay still and keep your hips on the bed” you instructed him as you slowly leaned forward and licked a line up his shaft. He gasped and whines softly, covering his face up in embarrassment “you look so fucking pretty like this, why are you hiding from me?” You took his hands off his face.

His face was a pure red colour, sweat dripping down his forehead “I’m so embarrassed..” he mumbled. You brought your hand up and groped his balls for a moment, relishing in the way his body reacts to you “s-stop that feels weird!” Karl pleaded for a moment “do you really want me to stop?” You asked him again.

He kept quiet for a few seconds “n-no..” you smiled in delight and continued your actions. Karl bucked his hips up against your hand which resulted in you pinning his hips down “if you can’t stay still then I’m gonna have to tie you down- would you like that?” You threatened him “n-no please.. I can be good for you!” He gasped.

You nipped on the soft skin of his thighs, leaving a large bite on one of them. It started to bleed a bit so you just licked it up, Karl winced and closed his legs around your head “that feels weird!” He said out loud.

You rubbed and caressed his thighs gently “sorry baby..” you cooed, you got on top of him and straddled his lap. You grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer to you so you could have better access to his neck, kissing and sucking the light skin.

You tried not to give in to your thoughts but you couldn’t help but take a bite, ripping a loud moan from Karl’s mouth “ah!” He moaned. You pulled away and the both of you just stared at each other awkwardly for a moment “t-that felt good..” Karl admitted.

You went back to your work, marking up Karl and biting him whenever you felt like it. When you leaned back and admired him is when you saw how red his neck was now, you clenched your thighs together and gulped nervously as you realized you may have liked this more than you thought.

“P-please..” Karl begged “hm? Please what?” You asked “please ride me- or let me fuck you!” His hips rutted away against the air desperately “why should I give you anything you want? You were being so bad today!” You reminded him “please? I can be so good for you! I-if you let me touch you than I can prove it!” He pleaded.

You sighed and gave in to his demands, getting off him and laying down on the bed so he could touch you. Your skin was bare and the gust of cold air coming from the window every so often would make your nipples harden, you held onto a pillow gently as you felt Karl part your legs for you.

Karl licked his lips “this looks like the best meal I’ve ever seen in my entire life..” he commented as he stared at your wet folds, his fingers opening you up. Karl slid between your legs and stuck his tongue out, licking along your slit and moaning at the taste.

“Oh you taste so good.. how could I ever want to eat anything else?” Karl’s arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you glued against his face “a-ah! H-hey Karl, slow down!” You gasped, your hand grasping onto his hair which only encouraged him to go faster.

His tongue slid deep inside of you, exploring your fleshy wet cave. Your pussy clenched around him, your clit rubbing against his face as he worked hard to please you “I’m close..” you let Karl know. You released on Karl’s face and threw your head back, your legs shaking a bit as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm.

“Alright.. you earned it- come here big boy!” You invited him to fuck you, opening your legs wide enough so he could get buried deep in you. Karl quickly got to it, his cock sliding into your wet sheath and being surrounded by your warm walls.

Karl thrusted in and out with no pattern whatsoever, rutting into you harshly like an inexperienced teenage boy “y/n!” Karl moaned out your name as he started to go faster. Karl put his hand above your head to stabilize himself and keep him from falling over.

“P-please let me cum inside of you, please!” Karl begged “fuck- go ahead!” You arched your back and allowed Karl to cum inside of you. His load being shot deep inside of your vagina, coating your thick warm walls with his white semen.

Karl pulled out and flopped on the bed, panting heavily as he tried to rest “don’t go to sleep now! You still have a long day ahead of you, go get dressed you bum!” You sat up and encouraged him to get out of bed.

Karl groaned and got out of the bed, his legs shaking a bit as he stood up. He walked over to his dresser and began to get dressed, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping on some pants. You felt lazy so you just threw a big shirt on and a pair of shorts, the two of you now dressed and ready to take on the world.

You finally got the idea to what your great genius plan to get Sapnap back was! You looked down at the ground and sighed, turning your head to face Karl and tell him what was on your mind.

“You know what, Karl baby? I want you to go see Sapnap right now and tell him how sorry I am for overreacting” you smirked. Karl had most likely thought you were turning a new leaf, being the bigger person when really you were just fulfilling your master plan.

Karl was littered with hickies and love bites all along his skin, you couldn’t miss them! Even his oversized hoodie couldn’t cover the marks up! Your plan was to expose his marks to Sapnap so he would finally see that Karl was yours and yours alone! Hopefully it’ll work.